yes i had also made this


GUYS. I MADE THIS THING. ((also yes sorry for bad video quality. I honestly wish I could make it better but I made do with what I had i.e. a camera phone and a sister and some walls to prop things up on huhu)) BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

After watching Episode 12
  • <p> <b>Tension:</b> built<p/><b>Bad decisions:</b> made<p/><b>Victor:</b> mad<p/><b>JJ:</b> supported<p/><b>Phichit:</b> pure confirmed<p/><b>Yuri's jumps:</b> landed<p/><b>Me:</b> yelling<p/><b>Records:</b> broken<p/><b>Flower crown:</b> placed<p/><b>Yurio:</b> supported<p/><b>Medals:</b> won<p/><b>Tears:</b> shed<p/><b>Pair skate:</b> a reality<p/><b>Costumes:</b> matched<p/><b>Me:</b> yelling<p/><b>Problems:</b> solved<p/><b>Family:</b> reunited<p/><b>Rings:</b> worn<p/><b>Next season:</b> In vicinity<p/><b></b> Also did i mention<p/><b>Me:</b> yelling<p/></p>

(L O O K i know this is not even remotely a response to the prompt of ‘bruce wayne gets railed by huge demon dicks’ but also you are all terrible sinners and this is quite frankly a best-case scenario)

It was easy to follow the path of the ratty brown trenchcoat traveling through tuxedos and gowns.

“Wayne! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Bruce had been watching him stomp his way up the stairs, and had made no effort to meet him, standing and sipping at his champagne. “John!” he greeted, too cheerful to ever be genuine. “Glad to see you got your invitation.”

“Yes, I know I wasn’t — what?” Constantine stopped in his tracks with a frown. “What invitation?”

Your invitation,” Bruce said, gesturing to all assembled. “To the party. Which I assume you accepted, since you’re here. I knew you’d have to show up to one of them, eventually.”

“I don’t…”

The facts were these:

  • Bruce Wayne had apparently invited John Constantine to a party despite having no reason to believe it was necessary or desired.
  • ‘One of them, eventually’ suggested that he had invited John to many such parties.
  • A party was often the easiest time to find and corner Bruce Wayne, when he couldn’t go handcuffing anyone to anything with ridiculous bat-shaped handcuffs.
  • John never expected or waited for invitations to parties.
  • Bruce could not possibly have been monitoring John’s activities closely enough to know when he ought to invite him to a party.


  • Bruce Wayne had been sending John Constantine invitations to every party he had thrown in the last six years, for the express purpose of ensuring that John could never have the satisfaction of crashing a posh party uninvited.

John’s eyes narrowed. “You unbelievably petty asshole.”

The pull at the corner of Bruce’s mouth suggested that he knew that John knew what Bruce had done, and this knowledge of his knowledge pleased him inordinately. He sipped at his champagne.

“Do you know who it is that you were just flirting with?” Constantine asked, returning to his original reason for talking to the man at all.

Bruce’s eyebrow only barely moved higher than the other. “I don’t know that I would say that I was flirting, necessarily,” Bruce said.

“Oh, I know what you look like when you’re flirting,” John reminded him, and Bruce’s eyes flitted away back over the crowd. “You were flirting.” Bruce shrugged. “Did you even catch his name?”

The corners of Bruce’s mouth turned ever-so-slightly downward, a twitch in his brow that wasn’t a furrow. His champagne flute drifted away from his mouth. “I don’t think I did,” he said, and this admission of his oversight was said with the awestruck manner that most people reserved for a glimpse of the divine.

Appropriately enough.

“You’ve been flirting with the Devil,” Constantine informed him, in as blunt of terms as he could manage.

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” Bruce said. “I haven’t seen Talia in months.”

John huffed, grabbing Bruce by the arm and pulling him toward the railing overlooking the ballroom. “Not the metaphorical devil,” he said. “I mean Lucifer, the Fallen, Prince of Lies, the Dark Lord Satan. You have been flirting with the King of Hell.” He gestured with both arms toward the circle of besotted partygoers surrounding the man to whom Bruce had been speaking.

Bruce scoffed. The man in question looked up from the dance floor. His eyes were all the colors of a sunset, and cherubic golden curls formed a halo around his head. He saw Bruce, and he smiled.

Bruce almost smiled back. It was the beginnings of a smile, a beginning that spoke of an ignoble end, asymmetrical and soft and small.

He stopped. He turned his head away, and his face went a familiar blank shape. He glanced back toward the angelic figure out of the corner of his eye, as if to confirm the effect, before looking away again. He set his empty champagne flute down on the rail.

“That is the Devil,” he repeated for confirmation.


“King of Hell.”

“Technically retired.”


“He just sort of putters around these days,” Constantine admitted.

“He seemed nice,” said Bruce, who now seemed wary of looking toward the party.

“He does tend to.”

Bruce’s gaze drifted back toward Lucifer.

“Wayne. No.”


“You’re thinking about it. I can tell you’re thinking about it. Theology or philosophy or Stones lyrics. Stop it.”

“I just wish I’d known sooner,” Bruce said. He was watching those blonde curls intently. “I might have had some questions.”

“No. No.” John took Bruce by the shoulders. “That’s how it starts, just an innocent conversation, and then what? Look. I know we’ve had this little rivalry, you and me, over who can stick their dick in the least advisable place, but that is literally, actually Satan. You cannot fuck him. I don’t just mean you shouldn’t, I mean physically, it’s not possible. And even if you could — God knows, if anyone could find a way — it’s still literal, actual Satan we’re talking about here. There are very few things in this world I’m willing to state are absolutely and categorically bad, and one of them is fucking literal, actual Satan.”

Bruce grabbed a champagne flute off the tray of a passing waiter. “Despite what you seem to think, Mr. Constantine,” he said, “I have not yet sunk so far as to need lectures on ethics from you of all people.”


all your gods are teenage girls: ARES, Greek god of war

There is something raw in her soul, something blunted, something that was torn off by teeth and never grew back. When she smiles at you, all her teeth are red. (Some are missing.) She is on the bottom of the schoolyard dog piles, the first to take a punch to the face. Her nose is broken in three places, but she can’t feel it. Her nerves went numb years ago; all that’s left to her now is anger. She slips under the seductive rush of rage and prays she’ll return having find her purpose. Surely, all things must have a meaning. If fire can both destroy and create, can’t she? When will something grow from the ashes of her? But every time the red fog clears, she finds her footing, cracks her jaw, wipes her nose and prepares for battle.


Reader x Father!Klaus

Requested by Anon

Part One   Part Two  Part Three

tags: @lost-in-the-stories

“(Y/N) … what is this!” Klaus asked as he fond you sprawled across your bed with piles of grimoires pilled next to you. “Where did you get these?”

“Mom gave it to me, she said that just because you don’t love me, is no reason for me to not know about my heritage.” You mumbled without looking up from the book in front of him.

“Hayley!” Klaus bellowed and Haley walked in with Hope who made herself at home, carelessly shoving your things out of her way. 

“Hey watch it brat!” You spat at her and Klaus glared at you.

“(Y/N) apologise and move so your sister can sit down.” He turned his attention to Hayley who had turned to tell Hope off. “You gave her the Grimoires, I specifically told everyone to keep them away from her.”

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Sooooo . . . . magic

I have been magic-ing my ass off this year, and I’ve made some observations. Most of these are for me, but you might be able to relate.

  • Sometimes you have to ask the question differently to get what you want.
  • Sometimes you have to settle for a tad less than what you want.
  • Sometimes you have to ask multiple times.
  • Did you know that impatience has an energy? Me neither. At least, I had never thought about it.
  • The Universe doesn’t actually like hearing you whine and will attempt to shut you up … that may just be me.
  • I’ve made several attempts to stop magic with telepathy and … no.
  • I’ve made attempts at performing magic with telepathy and yes.
  • Magic people can “smell” other magic people. The more magic you do the more fragrant you are. People also assume that you’re powerful as opposed to … .really busy.
  • The entities will laugh at you and go tell other entities … it’s fucking high school all over again.
  • Humans can be familiars and that’s weird.
  • If your spell fails, ffs just do it again. Spilled milk, man. We all have off days.
  • It’s not that big of a deal.
  • Always attempt to have a reversal spell on hand because … . reasons.
  • By reversal, I mean have a spell on hand that will cause the opposite result … not necessarily an actual reversal spell … per se.
  • Doing magic to fix magic is as much funny-haha as it is funny-oh-no.
  • Different people react differently to the same spell. If you’re flinging magic at people, you may want to keep that in mind.
  • You can randomly end up with astral pets, and pet thoughtforms. They’re yours be nice to them. They have feelings.

I’m hoping my next year is just as magical, if not more so. I’m looking forward to it. It’s important to look forward to things.

In addition to meeting Yeezy and bragging about 131 votes like he was running for president of the junior high student body, Trump announced that Rex Tillerson would be his secretary of state. It’s one of the most important positions in the American government, and it was not a move that went over well, to put it lightly.

Tillerson has no political experience, sports ties to the Russian government, and hasn’t made many of his political positions public, which may not make him the suuuper best pick to represent America’s interests abroad. But regardless of whether you like him or not, the point is that the decision was controversial. So it was announced by Trump on the same day he announced that yes, he had still won, and also that he had just picked up some sweet tips for making a mixtape.

And if you dig into Trump’s tweets, as I’ve had the misfortune of doing, you’ll notice that this is a trend. He says one or two things that are stupid, irrelevant, or even offensive (to people who already don’t like him), and once that becomes the story of the day, something more important but boring quietly gets announced. It’s a strategy dudes use in sitcoms to distract their girlfriends from bad news. (“How was your day, honey?” “Oh, you know, I had a great lunch, fixed Steve’s mistakes at work, and, uh, crashedyourcar. You know, same old.”) And it’s being used by a man who’s about to be the goddamn president.

Donald Trump’s Method For Covering Up Bad News With Tweets

The SMH As Things I've Done Part II
  • Bitty: my straight cousin asked me if i had a boyfriend. not wanting to out myself but also not wanting to seem boring, i said yes and accidentally made up a whole backstory and person on the spot
  • Jack: went 15 years without diagnosing my severe ocd and depression because i was too lazy to talk to anyone about it
  • Shitty: wore a "the future is female" shirt around my conservative family just because i knew it would start drama
  • Lardo: told a boy i wasn't interested in that i wasn't looking for a relationship and then proceeded to complain about how much i wanted a boyfriend or girlfriend right in front of him
  • Holster: had an anxiety attack while watching the x files episode "all things" because i was so shocked that fox mulder was able to get laid and it was too much strain on my brain to handle
  • Ransom: cried during finals week because the concept that the carrot is actually the root was suddenly very overwhelming
  • Nursey: ended a presentation on the conflicts of europe in 2016 with "but i guess it's okay. well actually it's not and the european infrastructure is crumbling but, you know whatever."
  • Dex: became very angry at my best friend because she didn't tell me she had a new dog and i was offended that she didn't send me cute dog pictures
  • Chowder: started an all out war between my friends by asking the question "if a baby were grown in the stomach, would it be pooped or puked out"
  • Parse: worked out an entire conflict without actually ever talking to the person it concerned and just having other people do it for me

yamizoldyck  asked:

Say, if Hunk and Pidge had godly parents, as in, pjo style, who would they be? Sorry for my bad English btw. (You're super cool too C: )

Hunk is definitely a Hephaestus kid! Hunkules just got a way with all his tinkering! And being able to produce fire with his hands like Leo—HELL YES. Also I want him in Steampunk clothes because I have a mighty need for that. He frequents Cabin 4 because Demeter kids love him, I mean, who doesn’t love Hunk tbh? He gets free access to the cabin’s amazing cooking tools. Being a Hephaestus kid can be tiring, so he goes there to bake and cook food and shares it with everyone. He built his own dragon at the age of seven—a fire breathing mechanical dragon because no one wanted to play with him. He loves giving smiles to anyone he meets and it usually lifts their spirits. He’s the best boy, no competition.

Pidge is an Athena kid for obvious reasons: she’s a prodigy. Don’t have godly powers like the rest? Well, she’s definitely the smartest and techie of them all. Everyone respects her and looks up to her (just don’t tell her she’s small because she will smite you). The whole gang protects her but Shiro or Keith teaches her some moves whenever she’s free. Hunk and her get to bond a lot because YOU JUST GET ME, HUNK. Shiro and her spend time together discussing battle strategies and Shiro really appreciates her input. She’s the very first one to actually talk to Keith and she knew from then on that she will like this guy. They’re the conspiracy theorists, I JUST KNOW ALIENS ARE REAL, KEITH. I MEAN, WE’RE DEMIGODS WHO SAYS THEY AREN’T?

I know you’re not asking for the rest but I’m doing it anyway.

Lance is a Poseidon kid. Yes, he’s one of The Big Three and he brags about it. “Whacha say to my big three face?” Then he threatens them with his powers, but he’s mostly joking around about it. He’s very well liked. He thinks he’s special, he was after all, the first big three kid to arrive until he wasn’t. He loves water and just loves swimming the whole day but he loves hanging out with Hunk and Pidge the most. He dubbed them as “Tres Diablos” and Hunk is scandalized! All three of them like to prank people around. He loooves randomly breaking out into a song because he’s got such a wonderful voice and he gets all flattered when girls compliment him for it. There’s a rumour going around that people usually think he’s a child of Aphrodite at first, Hunk and Pidge knows it was Lance himself who spread it. lmao

Shiro is definitely a child of The Big Three. He’s the son of Zeus, and boy is Zeus proud of him. He arrives together with Keith because best friends stick together. He’s the tallest and everyone was just at awe knowing A CHILD OF ZEUS WAS IN THEIR PRESENCE HOLY SHIT. He looks so regal too which didn’t help a lot. He has a growing fanclub and they like to tease him about it. Definitely the leader of the gang. Being a child of the god of the gods, he feels all the pressure to be Mr. Perfect but at the end of the day he just likes to spend time with Keith and watch movies while eating left over pizza. The theme song of his life is “I’m Just A Kid” by Simple Plan, the rest find it hilarious while Keith is the only one who tears up about it because he knows. Also Shiro can fly and sometimes when he’s staring off into space, he’s not aware he’s floating until Keith taps him “You’re doing it again.”

Keith is a child of Hades. Yes, I freakin went there. He’s closed off and likes to stick around Shiro all the time. He’s quiet but he’s very observant which is why you don’t want to piss him off because you’d want him to be in your team when it comes to battles. He’s the most skilled when it comes to wielding a sword. He lived by himself until Shiro found him so he knows self defense the most. Most people don’t want to approach him because DAMMIT KEITH THE FLOWERS ARE WILTING WHEREVER YOU WALK. But it’s not his fault. Hades kids are just like that. He can summon the dead and he spars with dead warriors which was how Shiro found him and was impressed. With the ability to shadow travel, he sneaks around at night to Cabin 1 because Cabin 13 just feels so cold and he got used to a certain someone’s warmth. He’s actually the most powerful demigod but he doesn’t want people to know. He is Hades’ favourite so he gets to “unlock” the most powers.

Allura and Coran’s godly parents
Keith’s backstory
Hades visits Keith at camp and everyone is surprised

Something I really love from Haikyuu is the amount of small details in the animation that weren’t really that necessary. Details that probably don’t even appear in the manga at all. The small gestures, both in the faces and the bodies of the characters. Small actions that add nothing to the plot but that add an interesting layer to the animation and the story.

I mean things like this:

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There really was no reason to animate the gets his bag with such beauty and fluidity, but it is there and it’s gorgeous.

Or this:

Originally posted by odd-ballduo

Just an example of the many scenes I’ve seen in which, when a character in front is doing something, there are also characters in the background actually moving and doing stuff. Here it is a meaningful action (although it could have been skipped) but many times I find characters in the background moving when there is no real need to animate them.

Haikyuu is full of these moments and as a person who had always watched rather low quality anime in the past, finding this treasure makes me feel so grateful. I could find many more examples, but I’m sure you get the point.

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 "What if I forgave myself? What if I forgave myself even though I’d done something I shouldn’t have? What if I was a liar and a cheat and there was no excuse for what I’d done other than because it was what I wanted and needed to do? What if I was sorry, but if I could go back in time I wouldn’t do anything differently than I had done? What if I’d actually wanted to fuck every one of those men? What if heroin taught me something? What if yes was the right answer instead of no? What if what made me do all those things everyone thought I shouldn’t have done was what also had got me here? What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?“

Wild (2014)
dir. Jean-Marc Vallée


I’m not dead.

Also this is part 1… over… 3 i guess. Maybe 2 if i’m not too lazy finishing it in one go. But It won’t be as detailed. And probably no color. I’m a taurus. And this is making sense, yes.

I’m leaving you there. Starring at Lance on the last panel. Now i’m off into the blizzard to walk my dogs.


it’s always been riley, it’s always been riley since day one. 

I hope that if alternate universes exist, it will still be you and me in the end.Tina Tran (insp.)


LOL JK none of this should work! Your slayer is malfunctioning because he should be dead anyway and he’s at least part demon. You’re fighting mother nature and some serious black magic so unless you can spontaneously employ some “love is the most powerful magic” nonsense, it’s doubtful you can help him. Too bad, so sad. Mwahahahaha!

Edit: PART 2 now available 

Anyway this is a combo of ideas I thought of and ones I saw online. Anyone have other heating methods that are also more effective than naked Lucy? Do any of these have crippling plausibility flaws?  

Do not alter or repost. Characters belong to Hiro Mashima. Fanart by ChoicesChoices.

(So basically help me I’m going nuts. I mean I just drew EIGHT people piled up under a blanket. Three of them are unconscious. Creepy. Also yes I realize Gray woke up right before this but hey. Maybe I should have had him considering if it’s too dishonorable to kill Natsu while he’s defenseless? Oh dear…made myself sad…)

The forgotten Halloween request.... Damian Wayne X Reader

Damian stood in your aunt’s apartment, waiting for you to finally be ready for Halloween. You had invited him to celebrate this holiday, and he was slightly excited for what was to come. His eldest brother insisted that he wear a smaller copy of his father’s suit, and he agreed after thirty minutes of begging and a black eye. Damian did not understand why Dick had insisted on wearing the cowl, but he soon realized why and Dick will pay dearly for it. You came rushing down the stairs in a costume that made his face completely red. He thanked Grayson for the cowl covering most of his face, but he would also punch him later.

“How do you like it, Dami?” you asked while twirling in a smaller copy of your aunt’s costume.

“You look pleasant. Are we going to go now?” he asked.

“Yes, but I think your brother wanted a picture or something,” you replied.

“He is going to use that as blackmail,” he muttered.

“If he does, I will have your back when we get our revenge,” you smirked mischievously.

“Another reason why you are the closest friend of mine,” the twelve year-old said.

“Who else would be able to steal the lasso of truth from your brother?” you questioned while displaying the rope attached to your hip.

“He and his lover had ‘misplaced’ it and now have to face your aunt. I might have to get a camera for this,” he smirked.

“Yes, but we have to go now. Do you want to miss all of the candy?”

“Let us begin!”

Damian grabbed your hand and ran down the hallway to see your aunt and his family talking. Jason, dressed as a zombie, nudged Dick and nodded in your direction.

“Oh my gosh! You guys look adorable!” Dick squealed.

“I’ve never heard Batman being described as adorable before,” you pondered.

“I prefer to be described as fearsome,” Damian stated.

“Just shut up and and let us take a picture before we set you loose,” Jason said while dragging you and Damian to the door.

You pulled your arm out of his grasp and slapped his hand that held Damian’s arm. Jason ruffled your hair, which caused you to elbow him in the gut.

“Okay, smile!”

You and Damian kept stoic faces and posed. Jason smiled and everyone groaned.

“Why can’t you two just smile in one photo?” Tim asked.

“There is no reason to,” you said, “and you’re keeping us from the candy.”

Your aunt rolled her eyes and opened the front door. You smiled and grabbed Damian’s hand, causing his face to burn once again. You dragged Damian out of the door and rushed to the entrance. Your aunt watched your small figure disappear and closed the door.

“I ship it,” Dick commented, which Bruce returned with a bat glare.

“Your son and my niece are fond of each other,” Diana agreed. “Do you have the lasso I lent to you?”

“Oh. I, um, forgot it at my apartment,” Dick stuttered.

“Very well.”


You laid on your candy wrapper covered bed, Damian to your left. The two of you had collected two full pillowcases worth of candy, and in the process of eating it all. An unrealistic horror movie was on the tv and not causing an ounce of fear to surface from either of you.

“Why don’t they find weapons and fight? They are clearly in the murderer’s hideout, and his arsenal would be easy to locate,” Damian commented.

“People are always stupid in horror movies,” you said while putting another piece of candy in your mouth, “they’re either too distracted with themselves or have already thrown common sense out of the window.”

“Why do horror movies have some type of sexual theme? I do not understand how that will further the plot, especially almost everyone being killed in the bedroom,” Damian stated.

“I guess that’s why they go for them: they’re easy targets,” you summed up.

“Damian!” Bruce called out, “It’s time to return to the manor.”

Damian frowned and gathered up his candy. You jumped off of the bed and picked up the candy wrappers. You threw them into your trash and walked over to Damian.

You placed a kiss on his cheek and said, “Thank you for coming, Dami.”

“It was my pleasure, (Y/N),” Damian said, his face burning up once again.

You watched as he left with his family, hoping that you could spend more time with him soon.


“So….. How was your first Halloween with (Y/N)?” Dick asked.

“I had an excellent time with her company,” Damian responded, “and do not forget that I will gut you for the costumes you made (Y/N) and I wore tonight.”

“What was wrong with them?” Tim questioned.

“I would rather use my uniform than wear the cowl, and (Y/N)’s armor is more intricate and…. covering.”

“Demon spawn is so whipped!” Jason laughed.

“Shut it, Todd!”


Title: interview

7 days of imagines

|day 1| |day 2| |day 3| |day 4| |day 5| |day 6| |day 7|

“So uh can you talk about the prosthetic a little bit and what was the process?” Chris asked
I sat in the crowd as I watched Chandler talk on live tv about the episode “Sing Me A Song” where he had a huge role in. Chandler gave Karen a shout out with all her hard work and talked about how it was a advantage and disadvantage with it.
“…I also lost my depth perception for like 10 ½ hours.”
“That’s how carl has to live everyday man!” Chris joked which made me laugh
“Yeah. The twin who play Judith hated my prosthetic though. They were scared of me! They used to love me. They love my girlfriend though, she brags about it all the time” Chandler told them
“Ah, yes your girlfriend (Y/N) right? Wow, it’s so weird, your still the 10 year old to me so hearing you have a girlfriend.” Chris said
“Yeah, she’s amazing with the kids. She’s just amazing” Chandler told him…and everyone in the crowd and everyone watching at home.
Chandler nodded and smiled. He then looked over at the crowed and smiled at me. I waved at him.



I finished the lineart for the Corpse Bride AU piece~ I’ve never drawn a cat skeleton before :’D I loved drawing Chloe in Emily’s dress, they’re both drop-dead gorgeous  ☜(゚ヮ゚☜)

I made it transparent for anyone who wants to color it!! I probably won’t be able to before Halloween, unfortunately. All I ask is if you post it, that my url be left in the image and I’m credited in the description (also please tag me so I can see your masterpiece!) Happy Halloween everyone!

Bonus scenes: 

P.S. ….yeah I know the wedding ring is supposed to be on the left hand….


In bringing this collection to a close, I decided to take it back to the start.

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The first time she kissed him, he tasted like butterbeer and something distinctly James. The combination made her head swim, her heart pound, and her body crave him, his mouth, his body, his skin against hers.

It was a crisp October afternoon, the first Hogsmeade weekend of their seventh year, and Lily had finally said yes, enthusiastically yes, to James’ Hogsmeade proposal. He’d been stunned at first, thought she was having him on, made worse by the fact that instead of answering his desperate enquiry of “Are you serious?!” she’d said, “No, but your brother is,” winked at the tall, wavy haired man next to him, and walked off. She never could resist a Sirius joke. Neither, she knew, could Sirius, and his barking laughter followed her down the corridor. James, unwilling to leave things on such unsure footing, chased her down the corridor and took her hand. “You’re actually saying yes?” He’d said, the words quiet and deep and fast, his eyes searching her face and when Lily broke into a smile he looked like he’d been stunned. “Yes, James. I’m actually saying yes.”

He’d dragged her down to Hogsmeade as soon as they’d finished breakfast that morning, though ‘finished’ is perhaps not quite the right word. James had practically inhaled an entire bowl of porridge, his knee bouncing incessantly under the table, and Lily had barely had time to grab a few pieces of toast before his hand was in hers and he was hauling her away from the table.

She was shouting indignantly and shoving bites of toast into her mouth as he pulled her into the brisk morning air, but his hand was warm in hers and the electricity shooting through her veins kept her from protesting too fiercely against the disruption of her breakfast. Instead, she gripped his hand more firmly in her own, bumped her hip against his playfully - “You better feed me today, Potter, or you’re dead.” His eyes were sparkling with amusement when he smiled back at her, “On my honour, Evans.”

When they got to the gates, James had stopped them, moving to stand in front of her, his eyes moving over her face, and Lily’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at him because he was just too damn beautiful to be real and how had she never realised it before? She wanted to grab him right there and kiss him, but they hadn’t even had their date yet and she knew how long he’d been waiting for this, so she ran her tongue along the back of her teeth and bit the corner of her lip in an attempt to control herself. But he was still looking at her like that, like she was everything, the only thing in the world, and the air was crackling with so much electricity that she could taste it on her tongue when she pulled in a deep breath. He blinked and smiled an embarrassed smile before reaching up and taking his scarf from around his neck. “Here,” he said, grinning at her, “You look cold.”

His fingers burned trails across her skin as he tied the scarf securely around her, and she swallowed the desperate reply that was bubbling up in her, opting to thank him quietly instead. It was the exact opposite of everything she normally would have done and she knew James had noticed because he’d cocked an amused eyebrow at her as they began walking again, but she couldn’t trust her mouth because it was begging her to either taste every centimetre of his skin or tell him how she thought she might actually, desperately, be falling in love with him and neither of those were options while they were making their way to the high street on their first official date.

The morning was a whirlwind of sound and colour - they went into all her favourite shops, he detailed everything he’d ever planned for all those rejected dates, her cheeks flushed with a bit more than the cold when she told him that she was glad he’d finally earned her attention. She tried to remember all the details, commit it all to memory, because she knew this was something she’d want to remember, that it was one of those rare moments you realise, as it’s happening, that you need to set it down, to carve it into your memory, because this moment, this day is going to be one that changes the rest of your life. But no matter how hard she tried to step back, to catalogue the details, she couldn’t. He was overwhelming, he was, and she couldn’t focus on anything but the rush in her stomach that was slowly burning a hole through her when she looked at him.

They ducked into The Three Broomsticks for lunch, he cracked jokes and she tossed chips at his head. They drank bottles of butterbeer and she pretended not to notice the stunned look on his face when she brushed her foot against his calf under the table. His eyes welled up when he talked about his parents, she took his hand and talked about her sister, they talked about the future. It was easy to talk to him and they talked about everything.

They fought, of course, over who would pay the bill when it came and, though James won, she grumbled about it while they waited for Rosmerta to return with his change. James pocketed a handful of coins as he stood, laughing as Lily said, “I can pay for myself, James, bloody hell,” and took her hand. They walked out of the pub and the cold air was a shock after the warm, smoky air of the pub. “You can pay next time,” James said, grinning down at her and Lily cocked her eyebrow, “Who said there’s going to be a next time?”

He stopped in the middle of the high street, turning to face her and raising his eyebrows - he studied her before he smirked and moved his hands to her hips. “Now Evans,” he said, his fingers brushing along the hem of her jumper, “I know you don’t mean that.”

The retort was on the tip of her tongue, but, recognising the opportunity, she grinned instead. “No, I don’t,” and she reached up, wound her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, and pulled his mouth to hers.

She would, over time, run her tongue along all the lines of his skin, tracing him, finding every sensitive part of his body and memorising it and the way it felt against her lips, the way the salt and spice of his skin lingered on her tongue. But now, right now, with his mouth on hers, his fingers sliding along the exposed skin at her waist, all she could think was more. She needed him, every part of him, and she knew then that she would never, ever get enough.

She didn’t care that people were probably gawking at them, that they could see just how desperately she was pressing her body against his. The taste of him was driving her mad and she shouldn’t be held responsible for any acts of public indecency she might be in the process of committing. She bit down lightly on his bottom lip, smiling at the groan that escaped him, before he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes were shining with want and mischief and she could tell just how much effort it was taking for him to control himself. It mirrored, but probably didn’t quite match, the restraint she was exercising over herself.

“You can’t be doing that to me in public, Evans. We’re supposed to be setting an example. What kind of Heads are we?” Lily grinned and pressed her hips against his, “Maybe we should go back up to the castle then, if you’re going to be such a stickler for the rules.”

He smiled so broadly she thought his face might crack with the effort and she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her when he was looking at her like that, grinning stupidly at her in the middle of the high street like he’d just won the bloody lottery. She knew how he felt though, her lips were still tingling, her skin still humming, and she completely understood, now, what it felt like to have your entire body come alive, burst into flame, when you’re with someone. She craved it, never wanted it to end - James had ignited a fire in her gut that she hoped, no, knew, would never burn out.

She stepped away from him, grabbed his hand firmly in her own, and turned towards the castle.