Violence doesn’t discriminate. It hits all of us… the rich, the poor, the healthy, the sick. It comes as cold and bracing as a winter breeze off the Hudson. Until it sinks into your bones, leaving you with a chill you can’t shake. They say there’s not rest for the wicked. But what about the good? The battle of Good vs. Evil is never-ending, because evil always survives, with the help of evil men. As for Daredevil, well… soon the world will know the truth. That this is a city born of heroes, that one man CAN make a difference.
Okay this is kind of long I’ve probably
repeated the same words a few dozen time and made a ton of grammatical mistakes
AND I use too many comma’s but this is my first time writing smut and like,
third time writing anything at all really so maybe I get a free pass. P.s the
intro is v boring so pls try to ignore that.Also, remember kids, consent it
Y/N knew Klaus Mikaelson well. In fact, she knew him a little
too well. It began the way things like this usually do. He was gorgeous- and he
was interested. And Y/N never had been one to decline good sex. And god, was it
good. He was rough and wild and dominant and she was deliriously addicted. And
she hated it, that she needed him. She Hated the way he touched her, and the
way he held her. But most of all, she hated how good it felt.
But the hybrid screwed
up, out of force of habit, really. He said some things and broke other things,
seething in irrational jealousy. When she asked him to get out of her sight, he
did, but not without claiming that she would come running back to him. Three
months later, she still hadn’t. And while Klaus had tried to change her mind quite a few times, she was adamant.
And it was driving him mad.
So when he heard that Rebekah had invited her with them to
another one of Marcel’s famous fundraisers, he knew he had to take advantage of
it. He and Marcellus had already arrived at Y/N’s doorstep in a limo with half
a dozen or so of his daywalkers when she stepped out her house, a vision in a salmon
coloured satin cami dress and black heels, an encrusted choker adorning her
neck. The driver got out and opened the door for her when she saw a certain
hybrid waiting inside. ’Rebekah had to get to the party a little earlier than
planned to handle some business. She sent us to pick you up, so let’s get on
with it, shall we?’ He spoke smugly, his calculating eyes taking her in. She
stared him down coldly before stepping into the limo to find a place to sit
down, when marcel spoke up. ’right, about that- we had a slight miscalculation
when guessing if everyone would be able to fit in this thing. So you’re gonna
have to sit on someone’s lap.’
‘You’re kidding me right?’ Y/N asked, dumbfounded. ‘unfortunately
not, darling.’ Klaus mused. ‘I volunteer’ hooted one of marcels vampires, wolf
whistling but he shut up when both Klaus and Y/N glared at him. Klaus then looked back at Y/N.
’come on love, are you afraid you won’t be able to contain yourself?’ He
smirked, knowing she wouldn’t refuse a chance to prove him wrong. Y/N huffed as
she gave up and seated herself on Klaus’s lap. Then she leaned back against his
neck, her hot breath fanning his ear. ‘I
hate you.’ she whispered. Klaus just smiled as he passed her a glass of
champagne. ‘sure you do, love’
A few minutes into the ride Y/N had been introduced to everyone
and was enjoying the music and conversation when she felt Klaus’s hand graze
her knee. It travelled up from her lower thigh to come to rest on the seam of
her dress and he could feel her skin tensing under his touch. ‘Anything the
problem love? You seem quite… tense’
he whispered, smirking. ‘Not at all. I’m fine’ she replied coolly, while
reaching up to grab his hand. She shifted in his lap, slowly grinding her
backside on him. With everyone busy clinking their glasses against each other’s,
no one seemed to notice. ‘what about you, are you alright?’ she spoke, a wicked
smile on her face as she traced the back of his hand with her fingers while her
other hand reached to rest on his knee.She could feel him pressing against her
rear, His member hardening at her actions. She looked back at him, pleased with
herself. Klaus stared back at her, his lips pressed together and eyes clouded
with lust. ‘Y/N, love, what do you think you are doing?’ he asked, his voice
coarse. ‘just finishing what you started’ she replied, feigning innocence as
she shifted again to press her derriere against his manhood. Klaus let out a
low growl, placing his hands firmly on her hips while leaning down to press his
lips on the base of her neck and working his way upwards. He nibbled at the rim
of her ear, sending shivers down her body. ‘I knew you’d come back for more’ He
murmurs in her ear, proud of his accomplishment. ‘you just can’t seem to stay
away..’ He continued
Y/N suddenly jerked her body away from the hybrid, taking in
heavy breaths to ground herself. ‘fuck.’ She sighed, running her hands through
her hair just as the limo slowed to a stop. She turned to look at a confused
Klaus. ‘You almost had me there. Almost.’ she stated as the driver opens the
door and she gets out. Still slightly surprised by the swift change of events,
Klaus follows her through the gates of the party but she soon disappears into
the crowd, leaving him angry and frustrated. He scans the masses of sweating,
huddled bodies to find her dancing carelessly with another man while she downs
yet another glass of champagne. Jealousy seething through him, he grabs the
first woman the comes at him, attacking her neck with sloppy kisses while
making sure Y/N notices. She does. But jealousy has never been her game. Her
attention is more focused on the gentleman with his arms around her waist head
in the crook of her neck. 15 or more minutes of the torturous attempts to guile
Y/N to him, Klaus gives up. He drags the girl at his arm to a dark corner and
compels her to be quiet while he bites into her neck, drinking from her while
her body struggles to push him off. When he’s had his fill, He drops her on the
ground, knowing Marcel’s minions would take care of it. He wipes his mouth with
his sleeve, not bothering to clean up and steps back into the raving party just
in time to see Y/N leaving with some man through the back door, her lips on
his, his hands roaming around her body. Anger boiled up in his body as he tears
through the lumps of people to the opposite side on the room where Y/N was. He
opens the door, which lets out into some back alley, to find Y/N pressed up against
a wall, with another man’s lips on hers, hands wandering her gripping her waist.
Now fuming, Klaus flew in a rage towards the fellow, pulling him off of her. ‘what
the fuck, man-’ He started as Klaus shut him up, veins under his eyes as he
compelled him ‘Leave.’ He growled.
Y/N stood back, shocked. ‘what in the hell do you think you’re
doing, Klaus?’ she spat, bringing her hand up to comb through her now messy
hair. Klaus approached her, his stance atrocious as he grabbed her by the
throat. ‘leave him be, love..’ he
hummed. ‘we both know I can take care of you in ways that a human like him
cannot even grasp..’ he mumbled against her neck, leaving stray kisses up and
down her throat. ‘N-Nik..’ Y/N mumbled, barely audible to human ears with the
loud music blaring in the background. ‘what is it,love? Do you want me to stop?’
He grinned, gratified by the effect he had on her. ‘yes.’ She stated firmly, but the moan escaping her lips in the end
stated otherwise. ‘get off of me’ she whispered feebly, pressing her palms
against his chest to drive him off her. He pushed her back against the brick
wall, continuing his advances on her, his lips wandering lower still and his free
hand slipping under her dress. Y/N sighed lightly in pleasure, Her body
rebelling against her instincts. He placed butterfly kisses on the top of her
breasts, the hand on her throat leaving to slip off her dress strap and then
going right back to her throat. He trailed kisses along the valley of her
breasts, nipping and sucking at her flesh. Y/N was a hot mess by now, melting
into his very touch, writhing and moaning. ‘Klaus.. don’t..I-ugh, fuck.’ Klaus came back up to face her. ‘
you can rave and push me off all you want, love, but we both know I am the only
one who can please you like you need it.’ She looked at him. A lamp lit up the
otherwise dark alley, yellow shadows falling on his lashes, the bridge of his
nose, his lips. He was beautiful. ‘you
need to be shown your place, you need to be dominated.’ He said, his lips
dangerously close to hers. ‘ so admit it, Y/N or I can leave you here,
flustered, aroused.’ He whispered,
hot air leaving his lips and hitting hers. She struggles to get words out of
her mouth, her breath stuck in her throat. ‘I
need you’ she uttered, and Klaus’
mouth turned into a lopsided grin. ‘good.’
He whispered, before placing his lips on hers, traces of blood still left on
them for Y/n to taste. His hand strayed to the back of her head, grabbing her
by the hair, continuing to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe. ‘I knew you’d
come around, pet ‘ He whispered
His teeth nipping at her jaw, making goose bumps rise all over
her skin. His other hand hiking her dress up past her hips and then reaching
back to grab her ass. He then let go of her hair, bringing his hand down to cup
her tits and he worked teasingly on her collar bone, no doubt leaving hickeys
to mark her as his. His rolled her left nipple between his thumb and
forefinger, while taking the other in his mouth. Y/N moaned in pleasure,
arching her back to grind on his mouth. Klaus’ right hand brushed against her
inner thighs, then back to the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers
around her the soft material, pulling them down in one swift motion. His
fingers slowly, teasingly rubbed her pussy lips, his middle finger slipping
between her folds to graze against her clit Klaus let go of her breasts, receiving
whimpers of complaint from Y/N, which soon stopped as he knelt on the ground,
littering chaste kisses all over her inner thighs. ‘mmhfh’ Y/n groaned, pushing her hips towards his face. ‘Klaus, please’ she begged. Klaus growled,
grabbing her by the hips. ‘patience, love.’ He stated, as he placed his tongue
on her aching core, sucking softly and spots he knew made her weak. Y/n let out
stray sounds of pleasure, unable to contain herself as he continued to
alternate between kitten licking and sucking on her clit. She had missed this,
his mouth on her. She had missed him. He
slurped at her pussy, lapping up her juices, his right hand reaching down to
rub lightly on her clit while he fucked her with his tongue. Strangled words
left her mouth ‘Oh, oh my god, nik’ she cried out. Klaus then withdrew his
mouth from her vulva, earning a groan of dismay from Y/n, but she dare not
question him. He got up, his fingers still working on her clit and leaned in to
kiss her, so she could taste herself.
Y/n got bold herself, undoing the buttons on his shirt and
sliding her hands on his toned torso. He kept rubbing lightly on her swollen
nub as she undid his belt and pants. Klaus’ manhood strained against his boxers
as Y/n stroked him through them with one hand, the other resting on his waist. She
slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down,
pumping his length rhythmically. Klaus, now growing impatient, hooked one arm
around Y/n’s waist as the other lifted the her leg, prompting her to wrap both
legs around his waist as he entered her. ‘fuck’ she groaned, as he filled her
up, stretching her walls as she wrapped her arms around his neck for support.
Klaus started with steady thrusts while attacking her neck and throat with his
mouth, making her feel hot all over. She could feel her nipples harden against
the fabric of her dress as she let out desperate moans of pleasure with each
thrust. Y/n threw her head back, giving easier access to Klaus while grinding into
his body. ‘you feel so fucking good’ she cried, squeezing her eyes shut. Klaus
grunted in reply, biting at her skin, making her clench around him. She tangled
her fingers in Klaus’ hair. ‘I’m- I’m so fucking close i-‘ she pulled at the
blonde, curly strands in between her fingers. Klaus then pulled out of her
almost completely, sliding his tip on her slit before thrusting his cock back
inside her, bringing his hips to meet hers. He continued the torturous actions
until Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. ‘ Klaus, please.’ ‘please what, sweetheart?’ he spoke, the smug smirk still
on his lips as sweat beaded his forehead. ‘please, go faster and deeper and i-
shit’ she gasped, as he thrusted roughly into her again. ‘you’re so pretty when
you’re begging, love’ he said, making you bite your lip. He hit a certain spot
inside you and you inhaled sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders and
back arching into him. ‘right there?’ he asked, his tone breathless, but still
smug. She nodded your head rapidly, unable to make a sound. she pulled him in
for a deep, desperate kiss, as he held on tighter to your waist, steading
himself as he pumped into her at a faster pace to bring them both closer to
orgasm. They both moaned into the kiss, and Y/n felt Klaus twitch inside her
when she felt her own toes curl, before releasing into waves of pleasure and
bliss, as he did the same, inside her. They both pant, breathless, pulling away
from each other as their moans die down. Still out of breath, Y/n leans her
head back into the wall before looking back at Klaus again. ‘I still hate you.’
She whispers. Klaus smirks at her.
•Matt convinces allura that pole dancing is a type of combat training
•he organizes a surprise training day where he’s going to teach the rest of the team
•everyone gets to the training deck and starts milling around the poles confusedly and then matt walks in with a Wicked grin
•Shiro Knows Exactly what matt is about to do
• When matt does his first demonstration shiro refuses to look up from the floor and his cheeks are Bright Red
•pidge gives a disgusted snort and leaves •Keith is Very Uncomfortable (he has professional pole dancing training it was a Phase)
•hunk and lance are actually into it and have fun (lance is terrible)
•when Matt is helping Shiro and Allura he is Very Hands On
•Allura is very confused why people keep laughing and blushing, she thought this was combat training?
(Bonus: Lance gets private lessons from Matt as a surprise for Keith and he is actually good when it’s one on one)
I should be asleep, but after knowing what I know, I HAD to write this.
I am a filthy Louper shipper DON’T LOOK AT ME
The last night.
Funny how it sounded so final.
Personally, Piper didn’t feel like it should be that big of a deal. It was just college. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t come home for the holidays. It wasn’t like she’d never see her family again, or her friends.
‘The last night’ didn’t mean ‘the end’…
She glanced over to her right, taking in the flash of white teeth as her best friend grinned at some joke his mother had just told about his wild child days, green eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed raucously. Funny–they were both young adults now, but while Piper had to get reacquainted with herself with every year she grew older, it still felt like Louis hadn’t changed a bit.
ok either "I'mma make you my bitch / Cake, cake, cake, cake / Cake, cake, cake, cake / Cake, cake, cake, cake / Cake, cake, cake." or "Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass / Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass / Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass / Stop…" you can choose which one and which ship ^-^ toodaloo
you want crack Line??? I’ll give you crack!”
Lucy is halfway to drowning herself in the bottle of whiskey sitting on the bar before her when Gajeel suddenly gasps and digs his elbow into her side. She coughs, sputtering as alcohol burns down the wrong tube. Lucy shoots him a nasty look, but Gajeel isn’t looking, too busy staring across the bar at something she can’t see. “Gajeel, what the fuck?” she snarls, contemplating the pros and cons of punching him in the face.
One one hand, it would be be totally satisfying. On the other, Gajeel has a really hard face.
“Him,” Gajeel blurts, pointing across the room. Lucy follows the gesture, briefly locking eyes with some tall ginger wearing sunglasses in doors, a trio of women dancing around him. He winks and Lucy blanches.
She turns back to Gajeel, disgusted. “What about him?”
Gajeel slides from his stool, a positively wicked smile on his face. “I’mma make him my bitch,” Gajeel tells her, cracking his knuckles.
He turns towards her and his smile is all teeth. “That ass.”
So this started out as a Drarry Advent drabble but turned into a full blown Muggle Au Barista!Harry story and I loved it too much to wait until December to post it. This is for my lovely @justanotherdrarryblog who loves coffee and barista!Harry.
It has been an unbelievably busy day, Harry thinks to himself as he takes a deep breath and foams the milk for what feels like his one thousandth latte of the day.
“Hang in there, Harry. Just half an hour more and we’re off for the day,” Ron says good-naturedly, clapping him on the back as he passes him by, heading towards the register.
“Easy for you to say mate,” Harry responds with a shake of his head. Ron doesn’t say anything, just waggles his eyebrows at Harry who sticks his tongue out when no one is looking before going back to making the coffee.
He reaches his right hand out towards the stack of drink cups waiting to be made, picking up the empty paper cup closest to him, ready for his next order. But as he reads the side he can’t help but frown a bit at the ridiculously long list of instructions on the side of the cup which read - 4 shots, whole milk only, two shots of hazelnut syrup, one shot of vanilla syrup, half a pump of classic (added before the shots), extra hot, add whipped cream.
As quickly as possible he fills the order, trying not to make much of a face when he yells out “Draco, your order is ready”, as he sets the drink on the small counter. He can’t help but wonder what the hell kind of name Draco is anyway.
“Did you follow the instructions specifically?” He hears a voice utter, with a rather posh accent.
“Of course I did. I do know how to read,” he replies automatically, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, and not even bothering to look up until he hears a rather loud tut tut.
“Gracious me, what kind of manners are they teaching their employees to have here? The customer is always right you know.”
Harry finally looks up at that, an annoyed frown marring his features as he takes in the man in front of him. He can’t stop himself from looking him up from head to foot, taking in his perfectly tailored suit and fancy shoes to the way his impossibly blond hair falls softly into his grey eyes, such a strong juxtaposition to his otherwise rigid look. As Harry stares he can’t help but wonder how it’s possible to be so pale, and if hair that blonde is even natural. He’s all sharp angles with his pronounced jawline and sharp eyebrows, and he is so ridiculously handsome and put together all it does it make Harry grumpier.
“See something you like?” The man says with a laugh, raising his eyebrow to smirk at him and Harry has the decency to blush crimson.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Right, course you don’t. See you tomorrow coffee boy,” he says, raising his drink to his mouth and winking at Harry as he takes his first sip.
Looking for a woman who is truly “out of this world”? Congratulations, you’ve found her in the Aquarius woman!
The most unconventional member of the Zodiac family, Aquarius is known for being unique, unapologetically quirky, incredibly charming, highly intelligent, and a bit of a revolutionary. A deep thinker who is constantly re-inventing herself, the Aquarius woman broadens the lives of those around her with an endless stream of new ideas to explore and experiences to try.
She is truly interesting, and if you’ve managed to win her closely-guarded heart, she’ll keep you happily captivated and forever on your toes.
Generous, bravely honest and witty as hell, she’s a woman you’ll both adore and deeply admire. But as alluring and fascinating as she is, the Aquarius woman is the most paradoxical female of the entire zodiac. Learning to navigate her eccentric ways is not for the faint of heart. But for a warm-hearted, confident man who loves a challenge, the Aquarius woman is the ultimate dream girl.
Here’s what you need to know about wooing the water-bearer:
1. She’s wicked smart.
Hands-down the biggest “smarty at the [zodiac] party”, the Aquarius female is known for her superior intellect. But what distinguishes an Aquarius mind is its unparalleled depth. She not only “thinks” about things, she researches them … thoroughly, from every conceivable angle (and she’s as giddy as a happy school girl while doing so).
It’s not enough for her to know about a topic on a surface level (Jeopardy facts alone do not impress her), the Aquarius woman is hungry to understand the deeper, interconnecting ‘how’ and 'why’ of every subject that peaks her interest.
As such, making love to her mind isn’t an option, it’s a requisite! An Aquarius woman NEEDS a man who can keep up with her intellectually. The back-and-forth exchange of well-thought out ideas is incredibly arousing to her. She will light up beautifully and sparkle with excitement if you touch her mind the right way. But if the conversation fails to genuinely stimulate her, she’ll get bored and move on to someone else quickly.
2. She gets stuck in her head (a lot).
The downside of that keen mind of hers is that the Aquarius woman is often disconnected from herself physically. Being told that she “over-thinks” things or “thinks too much” hurts her feelings deeply — she can’t help it — so she’ll refuse you access to her body until you put her mind at ease.
Because transitioning from her brain to her body is not easy for an Aquarius woman, sensuality is something often missing from her life. Help her in that pursuit by pointing out physical experiences her brain might overshadow — like that amazing breeze touching her skin or the nuances of the delicious meal you just served her.
As a fixed air sign, the Aquarius woman is often perceived as being cold, disconnected or emotionally closed-off. She’s not. She’s just trapped in her mind much of the time (where she feels most comfortable and powerful) and she’ll almost always need some coaxing out. The man who finds this side of her worth the effort will be supremely rewarded because …
3. She’s sexually adventerous.
The Aquarius woman is incredibly curious, open-minded and known to embrace the unconventional. This makes her particularly fun and adventurous in the bedroom (or the backseat, or outside somewhere, or … well, you get the point). She’s usually game for trying just about anything (as long as she always feels like it’s her choice).
Connecting her thoughts to the sex act is vitally important however (otherwise her mind quickly wanders off). Keep her brain and body turned on at the same time by telling her exactly what you want to do to her next as you make love. Also, a strong, firm touch captures her attention far more than a soft, lulling one.
But the real perk of sex with an Aquarius woman? Since she inhabits her physical self so rarely, there is an intensity and erotic innocence to her sexuality. Watching her discover herself (as you discover her, too) is downright hot.
4. She HATES sappy romance.
Aquarian women are extremely practical and pride themselves on being original and genuine. As such, they appreciate sincerity over showy-displays of affection. Go ahead and skip Valentine’s Day, she couldn’t care less — it’s a cliche holiday anyway. Forget her birthday, however, and she’ll quickly forget you.
Aquarian women love when you court them because they want (read: NEED) to feel uniquely special. If you post flowery professions of your love on her Facebook wall, she’ll resent it (as it seems like you’re trying to put the spotlight on you — “oh wow, what a great boyfriend he is” — versus saying anything sincere to her).
She definitely wants romance, but the practical side of her needs it be grounded and real. Likewise, count on gestures and gifts from her to reflect her appreciation of who you uniquely are. Generic gifts and predictable displays of affection are so not her thing.
5. She avoids conflict.
Aquarians have an acute sense of fairness and a deep respect for others right to self-express. She’ll rarely champion her own opinion as being “right” before giving equal weight to your point of view, too. As such, she has zero patience for unpleasantness and she’s uncomfortable with confrontation. In her practical and fair mind, both are unnecessary (and un-civilized).
Annoyed about something? Simply raise the subject rationally and she’ll hear you out and do all she can to please you (as long as doing so doesn’t compromise her sense of personal integrity). But try to dominate her, raise your voice at her, or call her a disrespectful name ever — you’ll be gone.
Mean, gossipy, and petty natures are abhorrent to Aquarians. As are selfish minds concerned only about themselves. Treat your Aquarian in a way she finds “unfair” and you’ll lose her trust and respect forever.
6. She’s fiercely independent.
Uranus as one of the two ruling planets of this Zodiac (the other being Saturn) creates a fiercely independent nature in your Aquarius woman. She needs to be true to herself like the rest of us need oxygen to breathe.
In both relationships and in careers, the second she feels unappreciated, stifled or controlled, she wants out. Yes, she knows she’s quirky. And she knows that she needs an uncommon amount of personal space. But nothing scares her more than having her freedom and autonomy taken away. So if you want her to lean in more, back off!
Ask little of an Aquarius woman and she’ll happily give you everything. But demand anything from her and she’ll give nothing and then quickly fly away.
7. She’s constantly changing.
“Evolve or die” is a phrase that makes perfect sense to the progressive Aquarian woman. Expanding her mind, improving the world, and growing as a person are all part of an ongoing, never-ending process for her. And she’ll likely expect the same from you.
While she’ll never tell you HOW you should change, she does expect you to steadily evolve as an individual. Settle into your ways or, worse, into your way of thinking, and she’ll lose interest.
That said, all of this changing makes her inconsistent. She pours all of her energy and enthusiasm into one relationship or business idea only to stumble upon a new idea that sends her down a whole new path. Trying to keep up with her is often frustrating. And if you need her to remain the same woman you met 10 years ago — forget about it. Not a chance.
Kind, witty, clever, rebellious (often just for the sake of being so) — life spent loving an Aquarius woman is never boring. She craves a strong, self-assured man who can keep up with her beautiful mind and stand up for his ideals, while also having the heart and passion to help her open up emotionally and sexually. If that man is you, prepare to have a whole new world of love revealed to you.
I got this idea from a prompt/headcanon but i can’t remember what it exactly was but yeah, this happened. I’m actually really happy with the result.
“Why the hell does it reek of Potter’s cologne in here, it smells awful.” Draco Malfoy complained loudly as he entered Potions late.
Both Slytherins and Gryffindors fell completely silent, and for some reason his godfather, Professor Snape, looked vaguely embarrassed. Draco raised his eyebrows and looked around the room. His gaze landed on the Golden Trio. Granger looked as though her eyes could pop out of their sockets any moment, the Weasel looked slightly green and Potter looked completely dumbfounded.
“What?” Draco asked with a challenging tone, not understanding why everyone was looking at him as if he’d spontaneously grown another head. Surely he wasn’t the only one smelling that stench of cinnamon with a hint of caramel, and okay, so what if Potter’s cologne actually smelled good? It’s not like he’d admit that out loud.
Then, Draco turned to look at his friends. Pansy looked utterly horrified, Greg and Vince looked mildly surprised and Blaise, the git, looked smug.
“Draco, so nice of you to finally join us.” Snape said. It sounded very much forced, even more so than usual, although Draco doubted anyone had picked up on that. “Miss Granger, would you care to enlighten Mr Malfoy as to what exactly we are brewing today?”
Granger looked downright shocked when Snape willingly called on her. She cleared her throat and straightened herself out before answering. “We’re brewing Amortentia, Professor. The most powerful love potion known to man.”
Draco felt what little colour his face had drain away as his heart dropped. No.
“And what can you tell us about the scent of it?” Draco spotted a wicked glint in Snape’s black eyes. “Mr. Potter? Surely you’d remember, as I told you five minutes ago.”
Potter’s face slowly turned red. “It uh- it reminds a person of the things or people they find most attractive, even when they don’t realize that’s what … or, who … they’re attracted to.”
“Correct.” Snape said, and after a moment of hesitation he reluctantly added, “Five points to Gryffindor.”
Both the houses started murmuring in disbelief, and even Draco himself had trouble believing that Snape just gave the Gryffindor House points. This had to be the first time it happened in … well, ever.
“Wait, does this mean Malfoy’s in love with Harry?” Seamus Finnigan asked rather obnoxiously. Draco felt heat crawling up his neck. He quickly narrowed his eyes at the Irish boy in an attempt to shut him up and drive the idea out of his mind. But things like that never really worked on him.
“Malfoy’s gay!” Dean Thomas exclaimed, a slight gleam of joy in his eyes. “Shay, we’re not the only ones.”
The last thing Draco needed right now was a pair of obnoxious Gryffindorks welcoming him into some sort of gay club, so he did the most reasonable thing he could think of in that moment.
He turned and ran.
Draco Malfoy was alone, sitting on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, viciously glaring at the view of the lake. He felt awfully embarrassed about the Potions fiasco, and really wished he’d kept his mouth shut. What’d compelled him to say those words walking into a Potions classroom late, for Merlin’s sake. It was Potions; the smell had obviously come from what they were brewing, and not from Potter. He silently cursed himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He should’ve known.
Draco had the urge to slap himself. He’d completely ruined his image. People would never take him serious again. The rumour he was attracted to blokes, more specifically, Potter, had probably already spread itself through the school, if not further. Yes, his father would definitely hear about this, but not in the way Draco used to flaunt it around in his previous years. Lucius would be livid. His only heir, in love with The Boy Who Lived.
Draco laughed in spite of himself. Once again, Potter had managed to mess with his life, and this time it wasn’t even actually his fault. He could already see the Daily Prophet headlines: ‘Malfoy Heir smells The Chosen One in Amortentia’. Well, it wasn’t a lie, but he’d rather it be something personal instead of a publicly known fact. And he wasn’t exactly what you’d call 'on good terms’ with Potter, so now his already low chances were about as low as they could possibly get. Wonderful.
“Everyone’s fine with it, you know.” A voice, Potter’s voice, suddenly rang out from behind him. Draco jumped. He’d been too caught up in his own misery to notice anyone sneaking in. Or notice that the sun had begun to set, for that matter. Merlin knows how long Potter had been standing there. And why the bloody hell wasn’t he yelling at him? Surely Potter would at least be uncomfortable with the idea he had his rival of 5 years lusting after him. Apparently not, seeing as he, not so graciously, went to sit next to Draco. They both looked at the lake for a while, completely silent, before Potter added to his previous statement, “Although I imagined a declaration of love from you would be slightly more classy.”
Draco’s head snapped to the side to look at Potter, who hadn’t moved his eyes from the view. Was he hearing this correctly? He had to make sure. “Potter, did you just say you imagined me declaring my love to you?”
Draco swore he saw Potter blush when the Gryffindor looked down at his lap, smiling slightly. Then he looked back to the lake. “You know what I smelled in the Amortentia?”
Draco’s mouth went dry. This would be the moment when Potter tells him he doesn’t feel the same and that he should bugger off, he was sure.
“Treacle tart, a broomstick handle … and you.” Potter turned his face to look at him with those last words. Draco froze out of shock, his mind already trying to find ways to wrap itself around as to what exactly just happened and why. There’s no way Potter actually meant that. He was messing with his head; it was the only logical explanation.
“Potter, I know you hate me but believe it or not, I have feelings, and it’s pretty sodding low of you to play with them like that.” Draco spat venomously, immediately becoming defensive. Potter liking him back sounded too good to be true, and in Draco’s experience, when that was the case, it often was.
Potter looked at him confused, even slightly hurt. “I’m not- What are you talking about?”
“Yeah, I know what you’re up to. It’s probably Weasel’s idea of a joke. Wouldn’t surprise me with those twingers for brothers. In fact, I - mmphh.” Draco was cut off mid-rant by a hand gently turning his head to the right and a set of lips being pressed to his own. Draco’s eyes flew wide open, only to confirm that it was indeed Potter who was kissing him. And then Potter started moving his lips and Draco was gone.
The amount of emotion put into that one kiss was overwhelming, and there was really no way Potter was this good of an actor. Draco finally closed his eyes as well and kissed back. His heart was racing, and his mind couldn’t completely keep up.
“I …” Draco started when they finally broke their kiss, but Potter - no, Harry, actually - was already speaking.
“Draco, I’m not joking. I promise.” The look in Harry’s eyes was sincere, and it left Draco speechless.
“You … I- You’re- You’re not …” Draco struggled to get out, his mind still working to catch up with him.
Harry softly laughed. “Glad you realized that.”
This had to be a dream. Why? Because not only had Harry kissed him, he’d declared his love right back. And good things like that just didn’t happen to Draco in real life. Then again, it had felt real. There was only one way to find out.
Draco grabbed the front of Harry’s robes and pulled him in for another kiss. This one, unlike the first, was heated and frantic. Oh yeah, definitely real.
Suddenly, Harry’s hands were pushing him down as the Gryffindor crawled on top of him. Draco’s back hit the floor slightly harder than was comfortable, but honestly, Draco didn’t care. Not when he had Harry Potter nipping at his bottom lip in the hope he got the hint to open his mouth for a snog. Draco, of course, denied Harry this pleasure. As a result, Harry moved on to the pale skin of Draco’s neck.
Draco was rather inexperienced when it came to things like this, he had to admit. Kissing? Sure, he’d been kissed by both girls and boys. But only ever on the mouth and never anywhere else. Neck was new territory to him, and he honest to Merlin did not expect the extreme sensitivity of the skin there.
Draco’s mouth fell open as Harry slightly sucked a bit of skin between his teeth. He unintentionally made a high-pitched noise in the back of his throat. Why on Earth was he only finding out about this now?
Harry moved onto a patch of skin near his collarbone, revealing a blotchy, red mark, and did the same thing as before. Draco’s fingers tangled themselves in the unruly mess that was Harry’s hair.
“Harry.” He whispered desperately, causing the Gryffindor to look up, a devious grin on his face. “Harry, kiss me, please.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Harry swiftly reconnected their lips, and this time Draco did part his lips for a snog. In fact, he was the one to initiate it. Harry was, very obviously, pleasantly surprised.
“Hey Draco?” Harry asked breathlessly when he finally pulled away.
“Yeah?” Draco’s heart was racing. Part of his mind was still convinced that, any minute now, he would wake up in his bed and discover this all had been a dream. Oh, how unbelievably furious he’d be if that was the case. However, most of his mind told him that this was, in fact, real.
“We should head down to dinner.” Harry suggested.
Draco frowned. “Do we really have to?”
“Yes, I’m hungry. Now get up.” Harry stood up and then helped him to his feet as well. Draco straightened out his robes, before doing the same for Harry. He softly pressed his lips to Harry’s once more before taking his hand and walking downstairs to the Great Hall. Draco pulled Harry back before he could open the doors separating them from the rest of the students.
“Harry, wait.” Harry turned to look at Draco, slightly concerned.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Draco gave him an insecure look. “What if people make fun of us?”
Harry sighed and looked Draco in the eyes. “They won’t. They accepted Dean and Seamus, remember? Why would they treat us any different?”
“Well, for one, I’ve insulted you and your friends more times than you and I can respectively count. Two, you in return have also explicitly expressed your hatred towards me more than just a few times. Three, the Weasel and Granger. No doubt they’d despise the idea of you hanging around me at all.” He ranted, but Harry only grinned.
“Draco, it was actually Ron who convinced me to, and I quote, 'go get the little Snake that you’ve been obsessing over since First Year, because I’m sick and tired of you looking like a lovesick puppy.’ Hermione, apparently, agreed.” Harry explained. Draco’s mouth fell open.
“Seriously?” - Harry nodded - “Granger and Weasel convinced you?” Draco couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Harry’s friends were fine with him dating the son of a Death Eater?
“Otherwise I’d be stuck with feelings I’d be too chicken to act upon. And Ron especially was getting sick of me sulking because you just wouldn’t notice me, or so I thought.”
“I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be stupidly brave?”
“I also have a sense of self-preservation, Draco.” Harry told him. “The Sorting Hat even wanted to put me in Slytherin first.”
Draco gave Harry an incredulous look and playfully pushed him. “Okay, now you’re messing with me, Potter.”
“I’m not, honest!” Harry laughed. Then he held out his hand for Draco to take again. “Shall we go?”
Draco took a deep breath and then laced his fingers through Harry’s. “We shall.”
With that, Harry pushed open the door of the Great Hall. The second they walked in, the entire school fell silent. Draco froze up, fearing the worst. No doubt people would hate him for taking their Golden Boy away from them. Harry noticed and gave Draco’s hand a reassuring squeeze. That simple action caused Draco to relax immediately.
Suddenly a voice Draco recognized as Blaise’s sounded through the completely silent room, “Took you long enough …”
And with that the silence transformed into a deafening roar of cheering, clapping and whistling. Draco felt a smile creep onto his face, and his cheeks were probably very red. He glanced at Harry, who was openly grinning. Draco felt genuinely happy in that moment.
He looked over at the staff table, and to his greatest shock, Snape had a small, proud smile on his face and McGonagall had a similar expression. He even spotted a few professors slipping each other a few Galleons. Draco laughed slightly at that. His own professors had seen this coming way before he himself did. Wow. Talk about being oblivious.
“Draco?” Harry asked him with a sly smirk. “Tonight, Astronomy Tower at 2?”
Draco smiled at him, slowly feeling himself fall more and more in love with Harry Potter every second spent with the Golden Boy. His Golden Boy. “Definitely.”
The vast majority of Americans support either limited or full abortion legality (if not full access to providers), but demonizing it has been a remarkably successful survival tactic for politicians. Those who represent a deeply red state or gerrymandered district, safe in their seats, can feel especially free to treat abortion like some kind of modern-day holocaust instead of what it actually is. And it works. It lets them appear to their voters as if they’re crusaders against evil.
“We’re going to make it more difficult for women to get health care, and we’ll possibly endanger their lives” probably wouldn’t entice a lot of voters. Even in this political climate, “Crippling a health provider that primarily benefits women of color” probably wouldn’t fly, either. “We’re going to act like defunding would ban abortion,” though? Now, that’s a lie they can sell. That gives the people something to hate, even if that hate is based on no logic or scientific fact. It hasn’t been that long since Robert Dear’s deadly terrorist attack on a Colorado Springs branch of Planned Parenthood, and that’s just one reason why it is reckless to treat the provider like some great abomination. With the possible exceptions of taxes or race, Republicans are never so cynical as when they portray reproductive choice as wicked.
hi can you maybe do a bucky x reader were the reader is tonys 19 or 20 year old daughter and they are secretly dating and tony catches them making out and freaks out on on bucky thamk you if you can love your blog
Thank you lovely, made the reader a little older, just so its not too much of an age gap. Hope you don’t mind!
All hell breaks loose when your dad catches you kissing Bucky (688 words; Bucky x Reader)
“They hunt the wicked and the unwary, don’t they? There must be more wicked than us out tonight.“
🎉🎉🎉It’s done, it’s done🎉🎉🎉
This piece has been a labor of love. Ever since we read @robininthelabyrinth‘s fic Changling Mine, we knew the scene we wanted to portray. Definitely the largest and most complicated work we’ve ever done, but all those details were worth it!
I also…can’t decide…on what version I like better. So have all three <3
I know some people were interested in prints when we were posting WIP’s of this, and there will be some in our store and at ECCC, we just need to figure out what sizes first O.O;;
what she means:
im so fucking tired of jroth using raven reyes to prop clarke griffin up im so tired of everyone acting like the 100 would die if it werent for clarke when the reason most of them are still alive is because of raven im so fucking tired of raven getting screentime with the horrible boy who shot & disabled her & im so tired of her being treated as a love interest to white knight wick while he slut shames her & im so fucking tired of her being sidelined because of lexa &amp; im so tired of the two white girls in brownface (clarke & lexa) getting more attention of the actual awesome poc girl im so fucking tired of fandom pretending to love raven while shipping her with murphy / wick / finn or abby & im so fucking tired of bellarke shippers ignoring raven s relationship with bellamy or hating her for sleeping with bellamy & im so fucking tired of clarke stans who put clarke up on a pedestal & defend everything she does while acting like princess mechanic is somehow healthier than rellamy even though clarke doesnt give a shit about raven & has treated her like shit in s2 im so fucking tired of clexa & bellarke shippers (aka clarke stans) ignoring raven's existence & treating her horribly unless they need her to prop up clarke or to play a cheerleader to one of their shitty bland otps like as if raven would ever fucking support clarke being with the person who tortured her as if raven & bellamy relationship is even like that & im so tired of the fact the clarke stans will call raven a bitch for being tired of clarke talking to her with so much disrespect or calling her out for being willing to quit & they're always like 'oh clarkes been through so much shes trying raven should back off & what about ravens hard time? raven just lost the use of her leg she just lost her only family she was alone the entire season but you dont see her being disrespectful to her supposed friends, &amp; im so tired with the fact raven barely had any screentime to deal with her disability & what was there was made all about wick & she was tortured through most of the season but barely had time to deal with it &amp; she barely had any screentime to deal with her grief over finn except the girl who barely even knew him had more than enough screentime to grieve the boy she didn't even know over his family & im so tired of bellarke shippers treating bellamy like he belongs to clarke or like he loves her when he doesn't &amp; im so tired of the blatantly racist 'queen & her knight ' thing how both shippers seem to think bellamy isn't capable of being a leader like clarke when the truth is clarke is a horrible leader im so fucking tired of ppl pretending clarke was ever kind when that is raven im so fucking tired of everyone acting like clarke griffin was the best thing that ever came from the 100 or is the strong badass women when raven is the best most real strongest character that ever came from this show if it werent for raven everyone would be dead