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Drarry: A Summary
  • Harry calls Draco “Dragon Boy” because his name means dragon in Greek (from Latin).
  • Draco does not appreciate this and proceeds to call him “Henry” because Harry is a nickname for the German name Henry.
  • Harry also, does not appreciate his pet name.
  • Thus began the list of names they call each other.
    • “Ferret.”
    • “Scarhead.”
    • “Pretty boy.”
    • “WHOREcrux!”
    • “I’m a whore for you, blondie.”
  • Harry holds doors open for Draco. He also pulls out chairs for him.
  • Because Draco is a, “Pretty pretty princess that deserves to be treated like one.”
    • “Cough cough.”
    • “What?”
    • “Cough cough… the door?”
    • “I’m carrying all the groceries, Draco. I don’t have a free hand.”
    • “Well, put some down and open it.”
    • “Are you-”
    • “Yes, Potter, I am serious. Do I look like I open my own doors?”
  • Draco bought them a kitten.
  • He named her Rosie Malfoy-Potter.
  • She’s a little pure white kitty with clear blue eyes, and the constant need to lick Harry’s nose.
  • Harry didn’t know he was going to come home to his boyfriend holding a tiny animal, letting it crawl over his arms and onto their couch.
  • He was shocked, and angry at first.
  • But not even the Boy-Who-Lived can resist a kitten.
    • “Look at her! She’s nuzzling my hand!”
    • “Yes, I see that.”
    • “Isn’t she the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”
    • “It’s a cat.”
    • “No, it’s our daughter!”
    • “No, it’s a cat.”
    • “Come here, let me just…”
  • Draco placed the fluffy ball of fur in Harry’s arms. She quickly warmed up to him and began snuggling into his chest.
  • Harry picked her up, pulling her in front of his face.
  • Draco pushed the kitten closer, as she cautiously sniffed his nose.
  • And licked it.
    • “See? She loves you.”
    • “….”
    • “Harry? Please, I’ll be the housewife and take care of the children. Let me have her? Let us have her?”
    • “….”
    • “Honey?”
    • “Alright, she can stay.”
  • Harry’s a workaholic.
  • Sometimes he takes extra shifts because he wants to. Not for the money.
  • This annoys Draco.
  • Before they moved in together, he didn’t know how often Harry could throw himself into his work.
  • Saving lives, trying to protect the world from forces that would never cease.
  • Sometimes he needed to be reminded that not everyone can be saved. There’s more to life than being the hero.
  • Draco was a good reminder. Like an alarm.
  • He would go off at a certain time, whenever he needed him. Whenever Harry stayed up for forty-eight hours without sleep working on a case, he was there. Ready to owl him in sick, make sure he slept that night, he got food in the morning, he made sure Harry knew he couldn’t be there for everyone. The only way to stay sane as an Auror is to know when to go home. 
    • “Harry, you can’t keep going like this.”
    • “I have to finish looking over this file. If I can find out where this kid is then-”
    • “Harry Potter!”
    • “Give that back!”
    • “No, you listen to me. You can’t keep doing this.”
    • “Doing what?”
    • “Not eating, not sleeping, not talking, only working. It’s not good for you. I’m worried. You come home, but you’re not home. You’re at work. We haven’t had sex in three weeks. You haven’t had a full meal in three weeks. Mrs. Weasley flooed wondering where you were at dinner this Sunday. You know what I told her? You were hooked on this case. Addicted. This is an addiction, Harry. You’re addicted to saving people. Addicted to helping. Yeah, well you can’t save everyone, Potter! If you’re going to have a fucking hero complex then why don’t you save the ones who really matter in your life. I’ve woken up screaming and crying twice this month, and where were you? Not next to me, not where I needed you. I’ve needed saving. I love you, you stupid prick. I fucking love you. I fucking care about you. Please, for fuck’s sake, don’t do this to yourself.To us.”
  • He stopped bringing his work home after that.

A/N: HOLY SHIT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 300 NOTES ON THIS!! omg omg I’m so happy rn. Thank you so, so much, I highly appreciate it. 

So dating this human marshmallow would include:

  • probably has a cheesy photo of you two as his lock screen from your first date 
  • and your name saved as something equally as cheesy like “my baby” or “beautiful”
  • his nicknames for you would include: “babe”, “baby”, “love” and his favorite one “kitten” 
  • would melt if you call him “oppa” 
  • insists that you dance with him even if you’re bad at it
  • making fun of his british accent, but he still does it because he loves seeing you smile 
  • loves hugging you and would cling to you like Seonho clings to Minhyun a koala when you two are alone 
  • holds your hand all the time, no matter when or where or who you’re with
  • like literally 
  • you would be sleeping and he still has his fingers interlocked with yours
  • complaining about how he spends more time with his cats than with you 
  • “but babeeee, the cats need my attention” 
  • “but i need it too” 
  • “aww come here and let’s all cuddle”
  • so you end up watching harry potter for the 10th time with him and his cats
  • falling asleep on the couch 
  • and waking up to daniel sleeptalking 
  • he would probably say the most random things like 
  • “hurry, hurry we need to go before they come” 
  • “who comes?” 
  • “they are gonna steal it, hurry hurry” 
  • “babe wake up, you’re dreaming”
  • “nooo, they stole my cereal Y/N !!”
  • and you always mock him for it “No ThEy StOlE mY cErEAl Y/N” 
  • and he shakes his head like “why am i even dating you” 
  • but he loves you so much he would do anything for you 
  • your mom adores him, she thought he was perfect the moment you first took him home
  • always asks you about him on the phone
  • “how’s daniel doing? you didn’t upset the poor boy, right ?” 
  • “what if he upsets me mom ?!” 
  • “nonsense, how could that boy do anything bad” 
  • “HELLO MOTHER-IN-LAW !!” *daniel screaming in the back* 
  • playing video games and him accusing you of cheating when he loses, but you’re just that good
  • “you lost, you’re doing the dishes for a week”
  • “i call for a re-match!” 
  • and he loses again and now he has to do the dishes for two weeks
  • fighting with sungwoo over daniel almost every day
  • “he is mine !”
  • “but he is my boyfriend!” 
  • “please… there is enough kang daniel for everybody” 
  • “shut up Kang, this is not about you” 
  • and Daniel has to bring Jisung over to calm you and Sungwoo for the 5th time that week
  • you would have super chill dates with sungwoo included, like picnics in the park or going to cute little coffee shops or festivals in the summer and ice-skating in the winter 
  • grocery shopping is hectic and you’re always fighting over what to buy
  • cause Daniel wants more stuff for his cats
  • but you need new make-up
  •  so Jisung is always there shoving the shopping list in your faces 
  • midnight runs to the store cause you’re hungry and he is sweet by offering to go
  • but calls you after 5 minutes cause 
  • “baby i just found the cutest cat outside your apartment”
  • “DANIEL NO” 
  • “but it’s so adorable, come see it” 
  • so you go and see a small fluff ball being hugged by a big fluff ball, but you still don’t agree cause he has 4 other cats to take care of
  • “pleaseeeee?” 
  • “noooo”
  • “but…” 
  • “no”
  • “pleaseeeeee”
  • and so you adopt another child and you can already hear daniel giving him weird names
  • well now this boy right here
  • would love it if you wear lingerie, especially in cute colors like pink or white and probably kitten collars with thigh high stockings 
  • i feel like he would be into pet-play and would let you call him daddy if he knew you liked it 
  • he really knows what he’s doing in bed + high stamina from being a dancer = sore mornings for you
  • you didn’t even need to tell him what you like and he already knew all of your soft spots and how to make you tremble under his touch 
  • likes holding your hands above your head as he kisses your neck and your collarbone 
  • lots of biting like you’re lips, neck, chest, thighs literally anywhere
  • teasing, i think he would enjoy teasing you, like kissing you slowly and taking his time kissing you and caressing your skin
  • “Daniel hurry up”
  • “Patience, kitten”
  • really good at giving, knows how to make good use of that tongue
  • always keeps his hands on your hips as he kisses the inside to your thighs and your core 
  • would let you ride his face 
  • likes looking at you as he pleasures you so he would want to do it in front of mirrors 
  • usually really sweet and loving; holds your hands even then and probably maintains eye contact and gives you assuring smiles 
  • “you’re so beautiful baby”
  • can turn rough and super dominant at times 
  • like if you’re teasing him on purpose while you’re out with his friends then good luck when you get home 
  • he would have you face down as he’s thrusting into you from behind
  • likes slapping your ass and pulling your hair as he whispers “I love you” into your ear 
  • you’re gripping the sheets trying not wake your neighbours 
  • but he wants to hear you scream his name so he goes even harder 
  • and you can’t hold it in anymore so you just let it go and yell his name 
  • “that’s right, kitten. tell everyone who you belong to.” 
  • would be a mess when receiving 
  • lots of heavy breathing and grunts 
  • with soft, inaudible moans 
  • but you enjoy teasing him too so you just kiss his erection through his boxers while massaging it 
  • so he starts complaining and begging until you finally take him in your mouth 
  • and then he turns silent and is biting his lips while grabbing the sheets 
  • “baby… i… i’m close” 
  • never fails to say “I love you” after he finished

Dating Ezra Miller Would Include:

~ being able to be weird with each other and not worry about being judged

~ him snapchatting you whenever he can when he’s away on set

~ him persuading you to accompany him to a premiere
— “don’t worry, they’ll love you just as much as i do.”

~ and then holding onto you tight on the red carpet
— “you okay, darling?”

~ polaroid pictures of each other

~ 3am adventures to go get food

~ ezra always making sure you eat because he knows you sometimes skip meals

~ watching his interviews and wondering how the hell you got so lucky

~ catching him staring at you occasionally because he can’t believe his luck

~ ezra bringing you onto the set of fbawtft because of your vast love of harry potter

~ wearing each other’s clothes out in public because both of you believe in breaking gender norms

~ ezra loving to show you off on his instagram

~ being called “relationship goals” by fans

~ you being surprised that almost all of ezra’s fans love you and your relationship

~ watching old movies and cuddling

~ random kisses and hugs from behind

~ doing each other’s makeup

~ reassuring him that he’ll do great as the flash

~ ezra proposing to you at the wizarding world of harry potter

~ having a small indie wedding ceremony with your friends and family

~ ezra being overjoyed when you find out you’re pregnant

~ having two beautiful children

~ being called “family goals”

Secret Kisses || Remus Lupin x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Please do an Imagine with Remus where the Marauders are curious because he disappears randomly, not because of the werewolf-disaster but because he’s secretly making out with a shy Reader :D]]

I have been dying to write this imagine omg I’m so excited for this !! ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: none, just pure fluff

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!!


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Headcanon that Derek Hale gets an apartment and adopts four puppies and puts each one into their respective Hogwarts house (shut up, he just loves those books, alright, they remind him of Laura). The pack somehow find out and make fun of him for it (especially Erica who keeps picking the puppies up and yelling “expelliarmus” every chance she gets).

Later that week, he comes home to find a very drunk Stiles trying to place a make shift sorting hat on each puppy’s head because “listen little dudes and dudettes, you need to get sorted. It’s, like, the only way.” Derek has no idea what Stiles’ logic is but when he looks up at him, a grin on his face, and waves red, blue, yellow and green collars at him (where did he even get collars at 4 in the morning), Derek realises he couldn’t be more in love with this nerd if he tried. (Now if only he could muster up the courage to tell Stiles that.)

No explanation needed Sirius Black x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter 

Pairing: Reader x Sirius Black

Warnings: none just SADNESS but cute ending so it’s okay

Request: Could you please write an imagine where before he gets sent to Azkaban,Sirius and the reader always were very close friends. And after he gets sent to Azkaban,the reader thinks she’ll never see him again until she finally does when he escapes. And they have a super super fluffy reunion and he finally after all these years kisses her and tells her how much he loves her? :)

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Of all the couples in Hogwarts the “hottest” couple, wasn’t even an actual couple. You d Sirius were as close as people can get without actually being in a relationship…maybe even closer than that.

You both were well aware what people thought but you two were both young and stupid and you couldn’t slow down to be in a relationship, you two did love each other though, but you also loved the rest of the Marauders and your friends as well.

You were sitting at lunch with your friends when Peter spoke up “Why aren’t you two dating anyways? I don’t think there is a more perfect pair”

James looked up from his meal and piped in loud enough for Lily to hear from down the table “Except me and Lily of coarse” and Lily jokingly flipped James off and continued talking to her friends.

You gave the answer you always gave to people as you looked at Sirius “We are just happy being friends, neither of us want a relationship anyways.” Sirius added, with a mouth full of food “If we are still single when we are like 25 then we agreed to get married.”

You laughed at his comment “And when exactly did I agree to this Black.”

He gave you cheesy smile “Well how could you ever say no to this face”

You pushed his shoulder away from you and just shook your head.

You couldn’t stop thinking of Sirius’ comment, maybe you would marry him when your older, you wouldn’t have to worry about anything you could just relax knowing what lied in your future.

Something you and Sirius never told anybody was that he did ask you out once, and you did say yes but when he tried to introduce you to his parents they became furious with him as they didn’t approve of him dating a Half blood.

The whole experience was terrible for the both of you and you tried to pretend like it didn’t happen, you felt as though it was a sign that the two of you dating was bad idea so you ended it after a single day, not even getting a chance to kiss him.

Your friendship and closeness never faltered during the war, you did spend a lot of time apart from your friends as you had to go help your family and they were a part of the order.

But as the years ticked by after Hogwarts you dreamed even more about the war ending and you and Sirius finally being able to be together. You both were only 22, just 3 years away from both of you being 25 and your agreement finally happening.

You were 22 when your friends died, you were 22 when Sirius was sent to Azkaban for you to never see him again.

You did see him shortly before they captured him and he said something to you that rang through your head from time to time and you believed every word of it “Y/N, I’m innocent I swear I didn’t do it, I-I love you.” But he had to run away before he could say anything else.

All the years Sirius was gone you stayed with your family, you visited Remus often who tried to convince you to become a professor a Hogwarts but you couldn’t bear to go back there without Sirius.

You weren’t even allowed to take care of the potter’s son once they died, the funny thing is if you and Sirius had gotten married you would have technically been his rightful godparent when they died, but nothing worked in your favour.

12 years later.

When you heard the news that Sirius had escaped Azkaban you were 34 years old, you should have been the wife of Sirius for 9 years by now. You were drinking tea with Remus at his house and you dropped your tea cup spilling tea everywhere. Remus quickly waved his wand to clean up the mess and handed you a piece of chocolate while trying to comfort you but he was scared himself.

“Y/N I know you still love him but he is not the same boy we once knew.”

You looked at Remus with hurt written on your face “How can you not even have a little faith in him! He is gonna come here and explain everything to us, he has to.” Remus slowly stated “Y/N it wouldn’t be smart for him to come see us, that’s what they will expect him to do, and I’m sure he wants to get far away as possible, not come drink tea with us.”

But as Remus finished his sentence a figure appeared in the fire place surrounded by a cloud of floo powder and a voice you only kind of recognized said “Care if I join for tea?’

Remus put you behind him and quietly said in your ear “Y/N let me talk to him first okay. Please.” you agreed knowing Remus’ protective nature was coming out as he didn’t want you to get hurt emotionally or physically.

Remus was quickly becoming more and more angry but he tried to keep calm as he said “Sirius, let’s talk over here first.” Sirius frowned realizing that his friends were not as excited to see him as he was to see them. Sirius peered behind Remus to see you standing there with hope filling your eyes as you lightly smiled at Sirius as Remus pulled him into another room.

You patiently sat on the couch listening to their hushed arguing in the room over but you couldn’t make out any words. You had waited 12 years to see this man again, you could wait a couple more minutes, you kept reassuring yourself this.

After a few minutes they returned into the room with smiles on their faces clearly glad to be together again, their earlier issues resolved.

You stood up and looked at the boys, a wide smile spread across your face as Sirius spoke “Y/N, still beautiful as ever.” You just smiled even more which you didn’t think was possible, but after 12 years you were lost for words and couldn’t even mutter a thank you.

Sirius took that as a sign that you were upset, even though he explained everything to Remus he hadn’t explained himself to you and now was as good a time as any “Listen Y/N let me explain everything to you.” He started walked towards you and you didn’t need an explanation, you needed him, so you walked towards him closing the gap between the two of you as you grabbed the sides of his face with your hands and kissed him roughly but Sirius didn’t skip a beat and returned the passion right away.

Remus just coughed awkwardly from behind the two of you as he grabbed his chocolate bar off the table and said “I’ll just be in the other room.”

You didn’t pull away from the kiss to acknowledge your friend but after about a minute Sirius pulled away and rested his fore head on yours. “You don’t want an explanation?” you just smiled and said “You already gave me one 12 years ago.”

Sirius was confused for a moment until he remembered what he had said to you “Y/N all I said was that I was innocent and that I loved you.” You smiled and kissed him lightly once more as you said “that’s the only explanation I ever needed.”

heartlikethunder  asked:

I have a few questions about subplots: How do you weave them into your main story line? What are some ideas for subplots that compliment the story? How do you come up with an idea for a subplot? Thank you for all your hard work on this blog and the wonderful amount of information you have provided to the writing community.

You’re welcome! I never know what to blog about so your questions always give me great ideas :)

Plotting the Subplot

So I did do a post about subplots like a year and a half ago, but I’m going to use this opportunity to expand on the points I brought up in that post and hopefully add some additional comments (and try extremely hard not to use the word “plot” too many times). 

Dictionary.com definition of a subplot: a subordinate plot in a play, novel, or similar work.

Okay, yes, a subplot tends to be subordinate to everything else that’s going on, but I like to think that they also serve as diversions. They sometimes act as red herrings to keep us distracted from the main mystery of the story, and often times they appear insignificant when we first meet them. 

A good subplot appears innocent, unimportant, unassuming…until we reach the pivotal point of the story where it all comes together. 

Subplots can surprise us in the best possible way, because it’s often unpredictable yet totally, completely believable when we stop and think back to all the clues we might have glossed over before, because we were so focused on what we thought was the “real plot.” 

How do I find my subplot/subplots?

You shouldn’t have to look too hard to find a potential subplot. They shouldn’t just be “mini-plots;” they should be born from the main plot. You think about the narrative arc of your story, and you ask yourself, how can I enhance it? How can I deepen it? When it comes to the climax or the big reveal, what could help give it more clarity or believability? 

Let’s say you have a secondary/minor character sacrifice themselves for the protagonist in the climax of the story. A great subplot might follow an arc of that character that might explain why they’re able to make this sacrifice, or why they feel it’s necessary. A subplot also might explore the relationship between the two characters, so that this sacrifice is not only the climax of the conflict with the antagonist, but also the climax of their relationship. Without this character’s journey included in the story, this sacrifice might seem lackluster, or even convenient/out-of-the-blue. 

Telling this other character’s story does not necessarily mean you use their point of view. Subplots can be told from any POV; in fact, sometimes they work better from someone else’s. If we’re seeing this other character’s story through the eyes of the protagonist, it stays relegated to the subordinate, ensuring that we pay it little attention until the moment it finally steps into the spotlight. 

Basically, subplots should come organically. They should come to you as you’re figuring out the main conflict. Subplots are often the answers to side-questions that a reader might be curious to know more about, but the side-questions must have some kind of significance to the overall plot. Once you’ve chosen a subplot that stems from the main plot, you’re able to brainstorm ways to connect it more intrinsically. 

Harlan Coben wrote a YA mystery series featuring the character Mickey Bolitar, and his cunning, clever friends. In the third book of the series, Mickey has a mystery surrounding the guys on his basketball team, while his friend Ema is concerned when her online boyfriend suddenly disappears. Mickey’s plot seems more important, simply because we’re from his point of view, but when the mysteries are solved, we learn that the two plots were actually more interconnected than we initially thought. 

A subplot also might be the cause of something important later on, or it might serve as a parallel to the bigger problem the character must face down the line. 

There was a comment on my last post involving subplots, where @jackalediting briefly mentioned the importance of Quidditch to Harry Potter. Quidditch is unarguably a subplot throughout the entire series, but the first snitch that Harry ever caught playing Quidditch ends up playing a key role in the final showdown in the last book.  A smaller scale example sits compactly in the first book, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Harry developing his skills as a Seeker served as a parallel to the task set before him beneath the trap door when he had to use a broomstick to grab one specific key out of hundreds. These are just a couple instances where a seemingly innocent subplot found a way to contribute to the climax of the story.

How do I incorporate them into the story?

If you’ve developed your subplot well, scenes surrounding the subplot should fit nicely into your chronology. You should be able to look at main events and think, “Well, this subplot scene needs to happen before this main plot scene, and you really need to understand this aspect of the subplot to appreciate its significance in this later scene.” 

Rather than two colleagues working independently side-by-side, they should be working together

If you’re at a complete loss for how to outline a subplot into a story, try writing your subplot independently first. Brainstorm all the scenes that contribute to the subplot, and then see how they might fit in to the rest of your outline. It might be more seamless than you think. 



Remus just replied to a fanfiction I sent him with, and I quote, “I need to go to a hospital or something I can’t move.” HOW THE HELL ELSE WAS HE EXPECTING ME TO REACT?! (Life 360 is an app you can use to see where people in your circle are and I periodically use it to stalk remus when he isn’t home)

Coffee, parchment and ink

 He knew that smell. It was kind of familiar, it was something sweet, something that made him comfortable and warm inside.

“Are you okay, Harry?” Hermione asked him.

“Yeah” He said without looking up from his cauldron.

When the class ended and they exited the potions classroom, Ron and Hermione we’re babbling about they potion they just brewed, talking in hushed whispers that Harry could still hear.

“What did it smell like to you?” Ron asked him.

“Rain” He lied. Well, half lied. He did smell rain in the potion, but the greater smell was the other one, the one he couldn’t tell to what belonged.

The 8th year common room was warm when they entered. The fireplace was lit and some of the 8th years were already seated on the floor and chairs.

After the war things were hard, really hard. Hogwarts was different and it would never be the same, everyone knew it and everyone was starting to accept it.

Without a word, they sat on the floor, near the fireplace, and looked at the others. There weren’t many 8th years, not everyone had decided to come back.

Seamus was the first one to talk. It was routine, it was something that happened every night, something that was safe and connected them, something that made them see each other’s point of view.

Since the year had started, they sat together every night and shared stories, told things that happened to them before or during the war. Whether they were Ravenclaws, Slyhterins, Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors, they started understanding each other like they never did before.

While Blaise was telling his own story, Harry started smelling that sweet scent again and a warm feeling settled in his stomach. He looked around trying to understand why he had only felt the smell in that moment, after three stories had already been told, but the only difference in their positions on the floor were that Susan moved closer to the fireplace and Malfoy had gotten up and went to the bathroom, and Harry couldn’t tell where the sweet scent was coming from.

The next time Harry smelled the scent was on the Quidditch pitch at a friendly game between the 8th years. He was looking for the snitch when, all of a sudden, mixed with the smell of the air and the rain, he felt it in his nostrils, heart and on the pit of his stomach. He stopped his broom in the air and looked around but the person closer to him was Malfoy, also on his broom, looking for the snitch.

When the little golden ball appeared, both boys looked at each other, smirked with the shine of familiar challenge in their eyes, and dived in, with their right arms stretched in front of them, ready to catch the snitch.

It was when Malfoy was right next to him that it him. With a surprised gasp, he stopped mid fly and Malfoy took advantage of that to catch the snitch.

And Harry finally understood. Malfoy had just passed him by on the common room when he smelled the scent and he was right next to him just moments ago, and Harry could only see one explanation, now he just had to be sure it was really Malfoy and find out why he had smelled him between rainy Quidditch pitches and cakes in his Amortentia potion.

“You seem down today, Harry. What happened?” Hermione woke Harry from his daydream.

“Do you know anyone that smells like coffee, parchment and ink?” He blurted out before he could stop himself.

“I don’t know, Harry… It’s not like I go around smelling people.” Ron said through a mouth full of food.

“Why do you ask?” Hermione looked at him suspiciously. “Don’t tell me you smelled that in your Amortentia!” 

“I didn’t!” He denied too quickly.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, knowing he was lying, but didn’t drag the conversation, changing it to their homework.

Unconsciously, Harry looked at the Slytherin table, his gaze falling on the blond boy who looked up, feeling someone looking at him, and Harry couldn’t help thinking that he would like to stare at the other boy’s eyes from much closer.

Harry shook his head, like he was trying to get rid of the thoughts he didn’t want to be having and started eating again.

When Harry finished eating he told his friends he was going to the library to study a little before he went to bed. They looked at him weirdly, as if they didn’t believe in what he was saying, but Harry wasn’t lying, really.

In the library, he went to the shelves with the potions books and searched for something that could make him understand why he had smelled Malfoy in the Amortentia potion he brewed in class.

Without finding anything that Slughorn hadn’t already said in class, Harry sighed and exited the library. In the 8th year common room, after he had gone to the bathroom, Harry said goodnight to the others and went to bed, diving into a night full of blond hair, grey eyes, coffee, parchment and ink.

“Potter” someone said behind him.

Harry didn’t have to look to know who was behind him; there was only one person that could say his name that way.


Without answering, Malfoy sat in front of Harry and put the book he has on his hands on top of the table.

“Where are your Gryffindors?” He asked without looking up.

“Went on a date. Didn’t you go to Hogsmade?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t need to be so sarcastic.”

“You think that was being sarcastic? That wasn’t anything, Scarhead.”

“When are you going to stop calling me that, ferret?”

“When I feel like it.” He shrugged.

“Thank you” Harry rolled his eyes.

“Look who is being sarcastic now.”

“Shut up” Harry couldn’t help but smile a little.

The situation was strange, Harry never thought that he and Malfoy would be having a decent conversation between books in the library, but here they were and Malfoy smelled like coffee and parchment and ink and, somehow, Harry knew that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else, if given the choice.


*To New Beginnings* Newt x reader

◘ amandasinedahl asked:

Omg yes. Thank you! Can I get one where Newt and the reader are in a loving relationship for a long time but he falls into temptation when he meets Tina. Newt thinks he’s in love with Tina because of her exciting “job” but realises his mistake and wants the reader back and will do anything. I just need angst!!! You can decide if you want a happy ending with them aka forgive him or if reader moves on without him and meets someone else from the Harry Potter world🤔

Newt came rushing out of his suitcase, beaming. Startling you, you jumped a bit  at the desk you were sitting at within the Goldstein’s apartment.

“Where’s Tina?” Newt asked.

“Uhhh…. the kitchen I think?” You answered. Rushing past you, Newt ran to the kitchen where Tina was. A few moments passed before you saw Newt dragging Tina by the hand towards the case. 

“Newt, slow down!” Tina giggled.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“Occamies are hatching! I promised Tina I’d get her when it finally happened so she could see!”

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Newt is teaching Credence basic spells, and they come to the spell Reparo. 

Newt tells Credence that the spell is used to mend things that are broken, and that it can fix almost anything.

Later that day, Newt hears Credence softly talking in his room. When he glances inside, he sees Credence with his wand pointed at himself, quietly chanting “Reparo” over and over again, steadily getting more and more upset.

When Credence notices Newt, Credence just stares at him with this heartbroken look on his face, saying, “It’s not working…”

Newt then gently pulls him into a hug, saying, “It’s not working because you don’t need fixed.”

Queue lots of hugs and snuggles.

  • what she says : i'm fine
  • what she means : PERCIVAL GRAVES. Where is he ? Who is he ? What happened to him ? WAS HE RESCUED AFTER THEY FOUND OUT ABOUT GRINDELWALD? How does the Director of the fucking Magical Security recover from having been defeated and then impersonated by the enemy ? Speaking of which, how long had Grindelwald been playing this role ? Was it before Newt came to New York ? After ? Was Graves actually on Grindelwald's side all this time and let him borrow his persona ? How in the FUCK did NO ONE notice it wasn't Graves ? And if they're in a period of War, shouldn't they have reinforced security measures like spells to detect Polyjuice and other things when it comes to entering important places, like, say, the MACUSA? Was Percival Graves really so focused on work that he didn't form any type of relationship with anyone ? Not even those who probably went to school with him ? How guilty is everyone going to feel once they find out their Director was missing all this time ? HOW. IS. PERCIVAL. FUCKING. GRAVES ?!

Imagine the look Draco gives you when he doesn’t know what to do. He’d never admit it, but sometimes, when everything feels wrong and he doesn’t know where to go he’d just search for your eyes because that’s the only thing that comforts him and gives him that small bit of peace when everything else feels lost.
You’d give him a soft smile but none of you would ever talk about these moments because no words are needed for what’s between you two.

Headcanon that Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin were the type of friends who are constantly in competition with each other. They’d often get caught up in long competitions where they dared each other to do dafter and more dangerous things until either one of them (usually Salazar) noticed how dangerous things were getting and gave in or until one of both of them was injured.

Meanwhile, Rowena and Helgo got fed up with seeing their friends nearly kill themselves testing blatantly unsafe spells and doing ridiculous stunts (like the time Salazar ended up juggling puffskeins on the roof of the Astronomy Tower and Godric then tried to do the same thing but on one leg— luckily Salazar stuck around to watch and so was able to catch him with magic).

They got so annoyed, in fact, that when they were deciding where each house should be based they insisted that Gryffindor be based in the highest tower while Slytherin go in the dungeons underground “because obviously we need to keep you two as far apart as possible.”

One call away (shuffle song fic)

Title: One call away (shuffle song fic)

Anonymous asked: 💚Draco

Characters: Draco, Harry, Snape and you

Pairing: Draco x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 643


“miss Y/N, try paying attention, it has proven to improve your grades” Snape sneered at you, waking you from your day dream. “sorry, sir” you mumbled. “perhaps you could come up here and name the potion Draco has made” he said, pointing to the green fluid. You left your seat and walked towards the potion, every step growing heavier, being very aware of the unknown potion to you and the class staring at you. You stopped mid-way when you heard a faint whisper. “volubilis potion” you said confident. “lucky guess” Snape said.

“thanks for the help” you said, meeting Harry after class. “uhm yeah no problem” he said. “look who it is, Harry Potter” the two of you heard behind you. “go bother someone else, Malfoy” Harry said. “don’t worry Potter, I’m not here for you” he sneered. “I’m here for Y/N” he said, smirking. “why?” you asked cautious. “well, you totally put Snape in his place, so I was hoping you could help me with studying for the O.W.L’s” he explained. “sure, tonight at 7?” you suggested. “see you then” he replied, giving Harry a faul look and walking off.

“so it turns white because of the unicorn hair?” Draco asked. “yes, correct. I knew you would get the hang of it” you smiled. “not without you, thanks for helping me” he said. “I think we’ve studied enough now. Do you want to watch a movie?” you offered. “absolutely, what do you want to watch?” he asked. “how about Superman” you said, popping off the couch and putting it in the player. “Superman?” Draco asked confused. “don’t tell me you’ve never seen it” you gasped. “sorry, can’t say I have” he smiled. “but it’s a classic” you whined. “I’ll be the judge of that” he laughed, putting the study books away.

“so this ‘Superman’, he just flies and has laser eyes and such?” he asked, once the movie had ended. “well, yeah and obviously much more” you said. “I can do all of that too” he said, smirking. “Superman got nothing on me” he laughed. “Superman happens to be one of the mightiest heroes of planet Earth” you argued. “but I’m only one call away, no matter where you go, you know you are not alone” he said, more serious now. “why were you talking to Potter, earlier today?” he suddenly asked. “oh I just wanted to thank him” you said, a bit taken back by the question. “he helped me earlier with guessing the potion” you explained when you saw Draco looking at you quizzically. “no he didn’t” Draco suddenly said, defensively. Now it was your turn to stare at him. “I was the one who whispered the name of the potion” he said. “but Harry…” you started. “Potter has always been the little boy who needs everybody’s love” he interrupted. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I just assumed it was Harry” you muttered, feeling ashamed. “don’t worry, it’s not your fault” he said, placing his hand on yours. “Potter always wants to ruin the things for me that I’ve grown to love” he continued. “so, you love me?” you asked, shocked. “I don’t need super powers to see how beautiful you are, like this 'Superman’ does with Lois Lane” he said, looking into your eyes. “I’m reaching out to you so take a chance, I just want to give you love” he continued “I love you too, Draco but can we try to take it slow?” you asked. “We can make it anywhere, darling but for we could just stay here for a while” he said. “thank you” you replied, snuggling against his chest. “don’t worry, darling, I’ve got you” he said, trailing circles on your back.

Originally posted by crystalgreene-justromance

Fighting with Graves headcanons

Originally posted by moriarteamisreal

>Requested by Anon.<

♦ Graves is not a person who loses control over himself really fast but if he does then it takes a few hours for him to calm down again.

♦ You would know when Graves is stressed at work because he‘d answer some of your questions sarcastic and annoyed or he just wouldn‘t really listen to what you tell him which would lead to an argument in the first place.

♦ Graves always tries to be as reasonable and calm as possible but it doesn‘t take long for him to yell around if you two get into an argument which can be pretty scary.

♦ He wouldn‘t even think about it and never dare it to lay a hand on you during an argument, no matter how heated up the situation is, he rather leaves the scene and ‘lose‘ the argument than hurting you.

♦ It rarely happens but it‘s possible that Graves throws things around when he‘s angry. If he gets too angry and yelling around doesn‘t help him to win the argument, then he leaves the room you‘re in and throws books and other things against the wall to cool down.

After an argument:

♦ If Graves stays in your arpartment after a fight then he‘d leave on the balcony to smoke and to calm down. He would think about why the whole situation escalated so much and feel absolutely bad for yelling at you.

♦ After smoking a cigarette he‘d clean up everything he threw against the wall (if this happened) and apologize to you. He would calmly explain to you why he got so angry and that he feels bad for scaring you because he loves you and doesn‘t want you to be afraid of him, no matter in what situation.

♦ If Graves leaves the apartment after an argument then he‘d go to a bar to have a drink. After a few hours, when he‘s calmed he‘d return to you but not with empty hands, he would buy either a flower bouquet or your favorite sweets and ask for your forgiveness.

♦ It‘s sometimes too much for you when you and Graves get into an argument and you don‘t want to accept his apology, no matter how sorry he feels or how sweet he begs because it just wasn‘t okay what he did and you want to see him suffer in return.

♦ So, if you refuse to accept his apology because you‘re still too upset for whatever reason he leaves the apartment to give you enough time to calm down. He acts chill about it but is secretly so scared to lose you and he doesn‘t know what to do. He respects that you need time for yourself but he whishes that you would ask him to come home asap so he can wrap his arms around you.

♦ When Graves returns a few hours later and sees that you‘re calm now he‘d try again to apologize. He‘d be sper happy and shower you in cuddles and kisses if you accept his apology this time and he‘d be super clingy the next few days.

greenerovia  asked:

top five desus moments you'd LIKE TO SEE if it were to go canon on screen (could be the briefest scene or moment, and something they'd for sure air :P)


  1. i just,,,, need to see them opening up to each other???? i want daryl to tell jesus about merle and growing up in a neglectful abusive home and jesus to tell daryl about growing up in a group home, maybe explaining what his home life was like pre-group home
  2. this is the corniest shit ok but daryl!!! watching jesus pull his hair up into a bun!!!! like half asleep and jesus is yawning as he does it but it’s still, it’s like an art in and of itself and daryl’s just like how the fuck
  3. a concept: a stranger comes in, someone who isn’t familiar at all with anyone. and he sees jesus the Welcoming Wagon all polite and warm, and then they see daryl who is The Opposite and he’s aloof and cool and then later, when everything’s cooled off a bit, the stranger sees them together and it just????? feels right like it makes sense
  4. i need jesus to reveal he’s a nerd okay i need this like i need air. imagine him talking to tara about harry potter or lord of the rings and daryl’s just like “i can’t believe i fell for This Guy”
  5. an extension of #1 but omg….. just????? one big campfire, but it’s one of those campfires where it’s like 3am and no one’s filtering themselves and everyone’s just baring their souls for all to see but you know that in the morning you’ll all ignore all of it so team family is talking about everyone they’ve lost, and jesus is hearing about lori and t-dog and hershel, and how morgan saved rick, and how andrea saved michonne, and it’s just. one big happy family moment except it’s not really happy per se, they’re just all getting to know each other on the DL and ugh i just need this to happen
safe | percival graves

prompt: 78 and 113 from the prompt list with Percival? Thank you! ;w; ♡ “what do you mean you thought I hated you when we first met” “can you please be happy for me for five minutes.” + “i’m always happy for you.”

theme: idk this is fluff with pre and post grindelwald so a little angst too jk be prepared for destruction and heart ache, my next percival graves story will be fluffy

warnings: obvious torture and stuff, a few cusses, PTSD

author note: ah I’m 200 away from 4K my loves & this is kinda ok

Originally posted by percivalgravessource



His time was running out.

With every sideways glance and look cast over his shoulder to the shadows that followed him, he had become acutely aware that time was falling through his fingertips. Everyone had noticed his–odd behavior. No one said anything though, sometimes people got a bit paranoid but usually they shook it off within a couple of weeks. Not him. Nights when he was walking to your apartment for dinner he could hear the footsteps following him. His wand always ready–just in case.

He hadn’t expected to be taken in broad daylight though. Kissing your cheek as he said goodbye as the two of you went separate ways for work. You were in the field that day and he was suppose to go fill out the rest of his paper work from the last case your department was on. Only, he could see the building when his entire body tended and the burning feeling began. Splitting him open and he wanted to scream but his mouth wouldn’t open. He watched the building and wondered why no one could see him, no one was coming to help him. That moment was torture, the beginnings of it though. This part, despite the pain, was a kind of mental torture. Tauntingly, you almost made it.

He feels his body force itself up and he is moved from the street and then he’s in what looks to be a basement. The man who had his hand securely grasped onto his coat throws him to the ground with a thud. The word Crucio being repeated like wildfire–ironically that’s what his entire body felt like.

Now he could scream and he felt like the screams were being ripped from his body. Nonstop, the burning sensation continued for longer than he felt he could handle. His hands trying, in a primitive way, to rip his clothes away as if that would make the feeling stop.

Grindelwald stood before him smugly, “what do you say we make this easy. You can join me and ever have to feel this again or–you can suffer everyday until I get what I want most.”

Grindelwald side steps when Percival goes to attack him, grabs the man by the back of his hair and slams his face into a wall. Busting the side of his mouth open and blood to pool into his mouth and down his chin. He tries to jerk out of the man’s grasp but even he knows it’s futile. All he can do is hope that someone comes for him. Then his head is snatched back and Grindelwald is practically dragging him–miraculously through the room. Percival was not a small man. He took pride is being fit and it was necessary for the job. So, how this man was pulling him with such ease was beyond him. Finally, his back slammed into a chair and a charm was set so he wouldn’t be able to get out of the chair.

Grindelwald’s fingers came to pat his cheek softly, a smile consuming his face, “oh, Mr. Graves, you’ll be singing a new tune before I’m done with you.”


He woke up on his couch with his hair in his face. You were probably long gone after the stunt he had pulled. He wasn’t a man to let people in–feelings were a liability in his job. Leverage. Leverage he never wanted to give anyone, though his Momma wanted him to hurry up and settle down. Give her some grand-babies. Carry on the family name.

He pushed himself up with the base of his palms and rubbed his eyes. He could still taste the fire whiskey in his mouth and the feeling of your lips against his. It had only lasted for a few seconds before you pulled away and excused yourself and left his apartment. He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off in exchange for something more comfortable.

Stupid, stupid, you idiot, he thought, why would you do that. Of all things. Kissing [y/n] bye like she could have actually felt the same. She was only here for work and you–you let your feelings get in the way.

He walked into his kitchen and opened his refrigerator. Glancing around to see what exactly–if any leftovers were in there. Wasn’t likely, when he got drunk and in his feelings he tended to eat his leftovers cold. He slammed it shut and then went to his pantry. Stopping when he heard a soft knock come from his door.

He sighed and went to the door. Debating whether to open it or leave the person on the other side knocking took longer than he thought but he opted for seeing who would be there at–1:27 in the afternoon. Breathing in and opening the door slowly, “listen, I don’t care what you want, I don’t want to buy it.”

The two of you looked at each other for a moment before his mouth went dry and his chest got tight. Bless his façade though, his face never changed from his usual stoic expression.

“Listen, I’m really sorry that I ran last night after you kissed me. I wasn’t really expecting it because I know you have this whole policy that romantic relationships are a waste of time and I thought you hated me when we first met–not that I think you hate me now–and I wasn’t sure what to do and–”

“Wait, wait, wait,” he brought his hand up, “what do you mean you thought I hated you when we first met?”

You breathed in sharply and looked around the hall and then back to your boss. Pressing your lips together and then wringing your hands together and swallowing. Percival Graves hated everyone, at least, that’s what everything in his department thought.

He pressed his lips together and closed his eyes and then shook his head, “I’ve never hated you–I’m sorry if it seemed like that. I’ve always been attracted to you and I wasn’t sure how exactly to act on it so I might have come off harsh. And I’m sorry that I kissed you last nigh, it wasn’t very gentlemen like of me.”

Awkward silence filled the empty space between your words. Percival looking down at you and you looking anywhere but him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his neighbor loitering in the hall to hear what was happening so she had something to gossip about later. Old women.

He could hear her mumbling to whoever was standing inside her apartment. Probably one of the ladies from her church. “I never thought Percival Graves would be having a conversation like this–I know she was there last night–obviously he was being indecent–hm, no idea, hopefully she’s slap him–oh wait, I think they’re going to admit they’re in love–oh.”

“Would you like to, uh, get lunch with me?” He asked hesitantly, “I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

”I’d love to.”

When Grindelwald was discovered you weren’t very surprised–well you were but it had been one of those moments where all you could do was press your palms together and sigh. Obviously, Percival was acting different and since you were suppose to be on a relationship with him you noticed the most.

The man didn’t want to tell anyone where Percival was either. He loved to watch the MACUSA squirm, especially about this. He did describe everything he did to him though, all the terrible, horrible things that you knew had destroyed him.

“Oh,” Grindelwald sighed, “he’s a fighter. He never would join me. Even when I told him that I had killed you. He didn’t believe it but I showed him so false memories and I had him crying like the boy he truly is. It’s been about four months now since I first convinced him you were dead.”

You escorted yourself from the room.

The President didn’t tell you what made the man tell them were Percival was but he did and you were the first person sent in to locate him. She said it probably be better for him, to see someone that loved him. You agreed and left immediately.

The place were he was said to be was a small, run down house just outside of the city. The inside was well kept up as Grindelwald and his fanatics often met just above where he was keeping the man. Glancing around the rooms it all seemed to normal. It wasn’t particularly gloomy in the house and it actually looked like a family lived there–though you knew otherwise.

Eventually, and with your heart in your throat, you made your way to the basement. The light was still on and it smelt stale as you made you way down the steps and into the room. You could see the blood, what had had down plastered on the walls and in the middle of the room was Percival.

You slowly made your way toward him, treating him much like a caged animal. He was barely breathing and his eyes were fluttering as if he was about to fall asleep but you assumed he had been this was for awhile. His hair had grown past his ears and a beard hugged his cheeks. All you could think was about how long he had been there.

“Percival.” You called to the man once. His face jerked and you could finally see him. The hollowness of his cheeks and the dead look in his eyes. What looked like cigarette burn in his skin–because it wasn’t enough to just torture him with magic–and his scabbed over lips from too much hitting.

Your hand came out to cup the side of his face but he jerked away from you, “this is–this is a trick. [y/n] is dead.”

Your chest tightened and you shook your head, “no, Percival. No it isn’t. I’m here, here to take you home.”

Wild eyes stared at you for a long time, trying to decipher the truth. As if he had seen this exact scenario play in front of him and million times before. Fighting with what his brain thought was true and what his eyes were showing him and looked away. His neck, a field of blossomed bruises in the shape of hands. When he realized you had seen it–him–all of him and what he had been shrunk down too–he looked down to his lap.

“When I get you out of the chair I’ll give you some water and food if you like. I brought a little because I assumed you want some. Nothing special but whenever you come home I’ll make you whatever you want and there’s this muggle pastry shop just around the block from my apartment that I’ll take you to sometime.” You rushed the words from your mouth and you unraveled the charms that kept him pin to the chair whenever Grindelwald and his fanatics weren’t slapping him around.

He stood on weak legs that threatened to give on themselves and refused your help up the stairs. Though, you kept one hand on his back for good measure. If he wasn’t so broken, when he wasn’t so broken, he would be embarrassed that you saw him in such a state. Though, as his knees gave and you grabbed him, it wasn’t a time to worry.

He sat on his knees, your arms still wrapped around him and he started to cry. Never in your life would you have thought you’d see him cry but there he was. His body in trembling beneath your touch and a lit of swears flew into the air. Then he was apologizing to you for what he did. For letting him take him and not being strong enough to keep him away.

“No, sweetheart. This isn’t your fault. You don’t need to apologize for what happened here. I swear, I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking kill him.

He comes home a week later when the hospital’s done all they can for him. They can’t heal his mind or the scars and that ruins him a little more. You take him to your apartment; that’s where he’s going to live. It’s better that way, easier to keep an eye on him.

When you bring him through the door he just stands there. Breathing in and looking around because he was gone so long but you hadn’t changed anything. His clothes consume him and despite the healers abilities he’ll walk with a slight limp because of the constant damage to his right leg.

“I moved your stuff here, your clothes and your belongings.” You stand beside him and put your hand on his back, he flinches away and you drop your hand completely. Guilt consumes him like his clothes when he watches you walk toward the kitchen.

He sleeps for three days, curled up on your side on the bed and clutching your pillow. A soft reminded that he won’t ever have to go back to that basement. You make him whatever he asks–which is homemade pasta like his momma used to make and bring him hot chocolate. It’s easy to tell he feels like a burden and wishes you wouldn’t take care of him but you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him–he isn’t sure if believes it for a long time.

Most days you have to go to work and when you come back his shoulders are set and he’s sitting by the window and staring. At what, you aren’t sure. Possibly the people whose lives will never be affected like this. Jealousy runs through him until you come and sit by him and ask what he wants for dinner.

He’d been home for three months and had made some improvements. Reverted back to some of his old ways, as well. He was still riddled with nightmares that just caused him to curl into your body in fear. When you didn’t wake up he’d lay there, pressed against you, every little noise causing him to jump slightly. On the other hand, when you were awake and pulling him close and wrapping him in the blanket, he always shivered when he woke up from nightmares, you would kiss the side of his head and tell him that it was okay now, that he was safe, no one was ever going to hurt him like that again.

One day, with your patience running thin from work, you walked in and walked to him like you usually did. Sitting by him and glancing out the window, trying to keep the volatile emotions down. Your eyes focused on the little people below, knees knocking with his as the sun began to settle into the horizon.

Everyday you got off at the same time, no matter the situation. They wanted Percival back and that meant letting you out early to try and bring him a little bit more back into the real world.

Unexpectedly, he places his hand on your cheek, “Can I help you today?”

Kissing the palm of his scarred hand you nod and the two of you go to the kitchen.

Percival hated himself after what happened. His now scarred body, the nightmares, the pitiful looks people gave him. He hated it, all of it. Some days you would find him looking at himself in the mirror. You had got his weight back on him and he exercised regularly but it was too different for him now. Too much ugly and his voice–it hadn’t changed it every time he heard it it drove him up the wall and he wished he didn’t speak. Speaking had become rare.

He was helping you bake some garlic chicken and making homemade rolls because he loved them and you’d do anything to make him happy. Flour was everywhere and you were laughing and he looked like he wanted to–but you could still feel the annoyance rolling up into your throat. Not for what happened but the people the surrounded you when it did. Their reactions.

“I got promoted today, Head of Magical Customs and Trade.” You smiled to him but he didn’t make a sound. Just continue with what he was doing–which happened the be mashed potatoes at that moment.

You clenched your jaw, “isn’t that great?”

He shrugged, and the Lord knows you didn’t want to get angry with him and cause him to jump like that and drop the bowl and he already thinks he can’t do anything right.

Can you please just be happy for me–for five minutes.

He’s frightened for a moment by the tone in your voice before he bends down to pick up the broke bowl and then clean the food off the ground. Mumbling to you in a pitiful voice, “I’m always happy for you.”

Then you’re next to him and he’s slightly shaking and it causes piece of the bowl to cut his hand but not enough to count. You grab his hands and he drops the pieces back to the floor. His face is getting red and you quickly clean the mess and sit him down in the living room.

Your pull him close to you, his body shaking and you know he’s going to have flashbacks, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I’m so so sorry Perci.”

His hands grab at your sides and he squeezes his eyes shut and he knows you didn’t mean to yell–he could see the frustration in your features from the moment you stepped in that day but it still scared him and then he was wondering what kind of man gets scared like that? Over something like that.

“What does that say about me then? I couldn’t handle it.” He’s laughing but it’s forced and you lean him back and look him in the eyes with a seriousness he hadn’t seen since you first brought him to the hospital. When you told him you loved him while he lay in the bed.

You swallow, “it makes you the strongest man I’ve ever known.”

Later that night, when he wakes up from one of his nightmares in a cold sweat, he kisses you on the mouth. The first time since you found him in the basement. Bruising, he’s missed you and needed you and he isn’t better and you both know that but you love each other and you’re hands are pulling him close to you so he knows he’s safe and that’s what matters.

Dating Newt Scamander Would Include

Request: yes


• meeting him while trying to rescue the same demiguise from poachers intending to use it to make an invisibility cloak

• arguing with him for a good minute because he thought you were trying to use the demiguise for the same thing

• when he realized you had the same intentions as him, you teamed up to rescue him

• bonding over your love of magical creatures and deciding to team up for better chances at successfully saving as many creatures as possible

• being the one to initiate the relationship because he didn’t know how

• (he had been thunderstruck that you wanted to be his friend, let alone his girlfriend)

• ‘well people do find me a bit weird’

• ‘you are a bit weird but so am I, and you make me feel free’

• being there for every hatching/birth of a new creature

• 'newt I need help with our newest babies they’re setting each other on fire’

• 'here put these on them, the muggles call them 'diapers’ I put a charm on them so they’re fire proof’

• discovering new breeds very rarely, so its always a huge deal

• helping him save credence (because he’s still alive fight me)

• supporting him in everything just as he supports you

• so many forehead kisses once he gets 100% comfortable around you

• he’s almost always touching you subconsciously

• a hand on your lower back as he passes

• linking your pinkies when you walk

• soft sweet lingering kisses just because

• knitting him a new Hufflepuff scarf since his is so old

• tying his bow tie for him the muggle way

• cuddling when he’s had a bad day

• whether its being unable to rescue a creature or he has flashbacks of his time at Hogwarts when he was an outcast

• perfecting the warming charm because he’s always cold no matter what you do

• reading books on muggle creatures to him

• helping write fantastic beasts and where to find them

• insisting on an extended yard when you finally settle down

• 'we need room for them to roam when they come home!’

• 'right yes I didn’t consider they would want to return’

• 'we have raised over half of them from birth, if they don’t visit it will break my heart’

• being complete dorks together for the rest of your life

Originally posted by xoxoeddie