what is pose how do i leg stop it


So this is a silly little thing I wrote for my lovely friend @anuecc. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 💙 I am still intent on dragging your cute, yoga toned ass down to drarry hell ;)

Harry should have known this was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. But to be fair, who in Merlin’s name would have expected Draco Malfoy showing up here, looking… like this?

“Malfoy,” Harry spluttered, his voice sounding embarrassingly raspy. “Are you… Is that a crop top?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest, seeming unconcerned.

“Is that what this is called?”

Harry swallowed around the lump that was building in his throat. Dear Merlin! Malfoy’s stomach looked simply delicious! And the way his trousers hugged his hips!

“Um… aren’t those trousers a little tight?”

Malfoy narrowed his eyes.

“I was told this is what Muggles wear when they do…” He waved a hand around in the air, clearly searching for the right word. “Whatever this is called.”

“It’s called Yoga,” Harry sighed, “and we’re going to be late. Come on.”

Harry held the door open for him and immediately wished he had gone in first. Watching Malfoy’s perfect bum move in those trousers was torture. Malfoy briefly hesitated after a few steps, looking around the room.

“What is this, Potter?” he hissed under his breath. “We’re the only blokes here.”

Harry blushed and wordlessly made his way to the last two spare yoga mats, right in the middle of the room.

“I will kill Shacklebolt for this,” Harry heard Malfoy mutter. “Last week, he sent us on that bloody camping trip and now this?”

Harry sighed as he sat down on his yoga mat. He peeked at the two girls beside him, who were laughing about something and tying their blonde hair into buns. Trying to drop his voice into a whisper, so they wouldn’t hear, he spat, “It would be so much easier if you weren’t such a prat, Malfoy. He wants us to get along. I hate to say this, but we’ve compromised two of our missions now because we couldn’t agree on-”

“That wasn’t my fault,” Malfoy interrupted him. “My approach was better than yours. Why did I have to get you as my partner anyway?”

“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you applied to become an Auror. You knew it was what I wanted to do and you knew there would be a chance we would end up as partners. Just my luck.” Harry muttered the last part under his breath, but Malfoy must have heard, because he shot Harry a dark look, before plopping down on the yoga mat in front of him.

“Hello everyone,” the instructor said in an overly breathy voice. Harry suspected it was meant to be soothing, but it just sounded really odd.

“We will begin today’s class by trying to reconnect to our breath,” she continued. “Now, bring your palms together in front of your heart, really press them together and close your eyes.”

“You must be kidding me,” Harry heard Malfoy sneer.

“Now take a deep breath in through your nose… but do it gently…”

Harry startled at the collective intake of breath that sounded like a giant was gasping.

“… and then press your lips together as you slooooowly exhale. Imagine that the sound you’re making right now is the sound of ocean waves rolling in and out, in and out…”

Harry could practically see Malfoy rolling his eyes, even from the back of his head.

“Breathe innnn…. breathe ou-hhhh-t.”

“Seriously, she wants to teach me how to breathe?” Malfoy snarled, turning his head back to Harry.

“Stop complaining and just do it,” Harry whispered.

Of course, Malfoy continued with his little commentary.

“…Downward-facing dog? Who came up with that name?”

“…Ow! This is not a natural pose for a human!”

“…What do you mean ‘lift your leg’? If I do that, I’m never going to have any children!”

“…Merlin, is this woman trying to break my neck?”

Harry pressed his lips into a tight line to keep himself from snickering. Malfoy’s hissing was rather distracting. As was…

“Potter! Stop staring at my arse!”

“Am not,” Harry mumbled, mentally slapping himself for getting caught like that.

“Good, good,” the instructor crooned. “Now, we take a little break. Sit down on your yoga mat and let the person next to you massage your feet.

“Ugh, why feet,” the girl next to Harry groaned. He smiled at her awkwardly, to which she bit her lip.

“No offense,” she said, “but I’m not letting a stranger touch my feet.”

“Fair enough,” Harry mumbled and turned to Malfoy.

“Don’t you dare, Potter,” he growled, when Harry stretched out his hands towards his feet.

“Yeah okay, maybe we skip that one,” Harry muttered sheepishly.

“We should have skipped the whole class.”

Harry usually didn’t agree with Malfoy, but when the instructor told them they would be doing partner poses now, he cursed Kingsley under his breath.

“Now, stand up and face each other.”

They did, but not without scowling at each other.

“Place your feet firmly on the ground and stretch out your hands. Press your palms against the palms of your partner.”

Harry almost flinched when their hands touched. If he had known touching would be involved, he probably would have refused to come here altogether. Thinking about touching Malfoy in the privacy of his own home was one thing, but actually doing it in a room with a bunch of strangers, that was something else entirely. Why did Malfoy have to be so handsome? It was irritating.

“Now slowly bend forward,” the instructor said in her breathy voice, “until your foreheads are touching. Your arms should be up, over your head.”

Harry tried to control his face, praying he wasn’t blushing. When his black hair mingled with blonde, he heard Malfoy making an odd sound.

“This is disgusting,” Malfoy muttered. “We’re both sweating.”

“And it wouldn’t be disgusting if we weren’t?”

Harry startled when Malfoy slightly raised his chin. Their noses were touching and Harry could feel Malfoy’s breath on his lips.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you have been looking at me all day,” Malfoy said with narrowed eyes. “Or how I woke up with an arm draped over me when we were camping last week.”

“Oh. I- I thought you woke up after me,” Harry mumbled, definitely blushing now. “You didn’t say anything about it.”

Yes, why hadn’t Malfoy said anything about that? He could have made fun of Harry for days.

“You really are thick, Potter,” Malfoy said in a teasing tone, as the instructor walked by them to correct the pose of the couple beside them.

“Good job everyone. Now, turn around, so you’re back to back and link your arms at the elbows.”

“Um, Malfoy,” Harry said, when Malfoy stepped closer to him and put his hands on Harry’s hip. “I think she just told us to turn around.”

Malfoy’s lips stretched into a huge smirk. He leaned forward, his cheek briefly brushing Harry’s, until his lips were right at Harry’s ear.

“I won’t stop you if you want to.”

Harry choked on his own breath, his eyes going wide.

“Come on,” Malfoy chuckled, “we’re hitting the showers.”

“But class is not over yet,” Harry mumbled absentmindedly.

“Well, I want to try some… different kind of poses.”

“Oh,” was all Harry was able to say.

“You do remember how to do a water repellant charm, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Why?” Harry frowned.

“We need to use it on your Muggle distant-talking device.”

“My… you mean my phone.”

Malfoy nodded.

“And why exactly do we need to do that?”

“Well, after Shacklebolt went through all this trouble, so we would get along, he really should get something in return for his hard work.”

Harry stared blankly at him.


“We’ll send him proof,” Malfoy winked.

“We’ll- what?”

“Come on, Potter,” Malfoy chuckled darkly as he tugged Harry forward, “we have important Auror business to attend to.”

Special thanks to @demelzasings, the Ellipsis Queen! :D


Art trade with Rail-poot

Chase is showing Jack how to do Yoga and junk.


C: Spicer, you keep dropping your pose (you have surprisingly nice thigh muscles though)

J: H-hey! Your hand is abit high up don’t ya think?? (Stop feeling up my leg!!)

C: Oh! I almost forgot!

J: W-what?? (please don’t be more exercises)

C: *smooch* J: *being smooched*

J: WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?! >////////<

C: Payback for that other time ^///^”

royal au snippet

this is for @mediawhorefics because yesterday was her birthday and I know she’s v excited for this fic to be done

“I can’t accept this, Harry. I really can’t.”

Harry sinks into the cushions of his living room couch and tucks his bare feet underneath him. “It’s honestly no trouble.”

“Harry, you sent me a pass to the National Flower Mart. You’re telling me that we can just walk in and buy whatever flowers we want, at a discount? I can’t take this and I certainly can’t pass it on to Lottie.”

“Then fine, don’t use it. But you needed help, and I had a way to get you what you needed. It didn’t cost me anything. I just thought it’d be nice to do something nice for you.”

He hears Louis sigh on the other end of the line, and he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. He means it: if Louis doesn’t want to use the card, that’s fine. But he really wants him to.

“It’s really no trouble. And you said that she really wants those flowers. Why not make it happen?”

Louis doesn’t say anything.

“You don’t have to tell her it’s from me,” Harry continues. “If that’s what you’re worried about. Just tell her it’s the perks of a famous football brother.”

“I just… I don’t know how to repay you. I can’t.”

“You don’t have to. You can just hang out with me. Are you free for dinner tomorrow night?”

“That sounds an awful lot like a bribe.”

Harry laughs and unwinds his legs from beneath himself. He plants his feet on the ground and makes his way over to the window. He can see the afternoon traffic leading to Portobello Market, the tourists stopping to admire the various doors of Notting Hill and posing for photos.

“Let’s do dinner. Please. I promise it’s not a bribe.”

“Alright, if you insist, Harold.” Louis’ tone is fond. “Where are we meeting? I suppose you have a driver, so there’s no much of a worry about what’s convenient for you.”

Harry scratches his nose. Does he want to invite Louis over here, to his space, his flat that he so carefully put together?

Yes. He does.

“I was, er, thinking that you could come here. I’m a pretty good cook. I know that makes me sound like an arse but, I am. And it’ll cause less scandal that way, the prince and a footie player. You know?”

For a long moment, Louis doesn’t say anything, and Harry rests his forehead against the cool glass of the door that leaves to the balcony outside and prays that the floor swallows him up.

“Alright, Curly. But only if you let me bring wine and dessert.”

“Dessert? Do footballers eat dessert? Also, I’m not curly.”

“Afraid you are, mate. Until you chop those locks, you’ll always be Curly to me. What did the Daily Mail call them recently? Shoulder-skimming shocker, I think it was. Christ, their headlines could use some work, couldn’t they? And yes, we eat dessert.”

“You read the articles about me?”

“Not just you, Harold. Sometimes I read the ones about me too.”

Harry doesn’t want to start thinking about how the Daily Mail is a crock of shit and how Louis surely knows this, because that is a conversation that could go on all day, so he switches topics.

“So is that a yes? I’m in Notting Hill, I can send you the address. There’s only paid parking, I’ll send a car if you need—”

“Harry,” Louis cuts in. “Footballer, remember? I think I can afford the parking fee. And yes, it’s a yes. I’ll be there.”

“Great,” Harry says, and when Louis hangs up a moment later, he falls back on the couch and wonders what the fuck he’s going to cook for Louis Tomlinson.

anonymous asked:

how do you think gray would react if he saw the newest cover?

“J-Juvia, what is this?”

“Oh, that’s Juvia’s cover for the new chapters, Gray-sama! Does Juvia look okay?”




“G-Gray-sama, it’s not -!”


“But Juvia is already on tumblr…”


“Damn it, Gray-sama, you have a CELL PHONE!”