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  • James: is there a way we can get snivellus expelled?
  • McGonagall: who?
  • James: snape
  • James: severus
  • McGonagall: not without a good reason
  • James: i have a good reason. he's an ass
  • McGonagall: *purses lips*

“I don’t want to ask for too much. I have already taken more than I can ever repay,” his voice was soft, his back turned to Harry as the last of the evening sun caught his hair.

“Draco…”

“No, Potter.” Draco turned around, his hands clenched into white fists, his eyes, god, his eyes so grey and stormy Harry couldn’t look away. “No,” he whispered this time, “I don’t… I can’t ask for too much.” He let his hands uncurl, turning away from Harry again. “But, perhaps, just for tonight?”

Harry’s heart sped up. Yes, for tonight, and the night after that. Yes, for every night. If only Draco could see that this wasn’t taking too much. This wasn’t asking for too much. That this, this fragile thing whispered between them under the sheets, with the pale moonlight dancing on their skin, that this was giving, this was what they needed; that this was healing.

Harry walked over to the man he thought about in the quiet moments of the day; in the loud ones, too. Draco had – as he supposed he always had – consumed Harry’s every woken moment. He had also nestled himself into Harry’s dreams.

Harry put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Anything for you,” he whispered before turning and making his way back upstairs.

All We Can Do

When each day has lost its luster
and moments feel less than meaningful
filled with regret regarding the past
afraid of all that may…or may not lie before
let it be, let it go, let the world cry for its own
for it is but a meaningless conglomeration
of square pegs, rounded holes
broken hearts and empty souls
seek not here, that ever elusive something more
step back, smile, breathe, relax
be kind to all, be gentle with you
give your best, then find your peace
within the simple remembering of 
sometimes all we can do is all we can do     

Choose Your Mistakes #34

Part thirty-four of the interactive fanfiction, Choose Your Mistakes. Please check the FAQ and the Setting Info if you have questions, and be sure to make your choice below.

You chose to defend Mare.ย 

Originally posted by erebussociety

Mare was frozen in place. You could see him twitch as he tried to move, but he simply could not convince him limbs to obey him.
You tried to pull him. You tried to lift him. You tried to push him. And all the while the domed shadow laughed as it advanced. You glared back at it. Darkโ€™s mouth was moving, but the laughter came from the body of shadow behind him.
โ€œRun!โ€ Mare hissed through teeth that barely moved.
โ€œIโ€™m not just leaving you,โ€ you insisted, moving to stand where he could see you again. His eyes were wide with fear, the smoke that pooled around them glittering with red and orange flecks.
Dark continued chuckling as he approached. You could feel the deep sound in your bones. You wanted to run, your heart was pounding and you could feel yourself sweating, but you made yourself stay.
How dare youโ€ฆ

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I’m Still Yours - Chapter Thirteen

SPN FanFic

~When Jared calls on you again, you go with a smile, but itโ€™s not all fun and games anymore~

Jared x Reader, Jensen

2,093 Words

Warnings: NSFW, RPF, Established D/s Relationship, Angst-travaganza

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If Jensen Ackles was the root of all your troubles, it only seemed logical that he would also hold the key to their solution.

When Jared walked out, he left a mess behind. A wet-eyed, sobbing, shaking mess that lay on the hardwood floor, staring blankly at a gum wrapper that was loitering underneath the sofa, kicked there by a passing shoe and forgotten.

The floor was cold but it felt good under your cheek. As crying fits went, this was a good one. A puddle of tears soaked the floor as everything drained from you. The guilt of your betrayal ran down your face in hot streams that flowed like a river, winding their way through the grains in the maple. When that well had dried, your thoughts turned to fear of losing Jared. What would he do when he returned? What if he didnโ€™t come back at all? What would you do if he left you? So many questions met with the worst possible scenarios filtered through your mind. You had nothing if you didnโ€™t have Jared. If he was gone, so were all of your reasons.

He was gone for too long and you feared another night like the last: unanswered calls and dreamless, fitful sleep. You thought about leaving; packing up and hailing a cab to the airport, but no. There was only one way to mend this and all answers lay with Jensen. You had to talk to him, to get him to understand, so that you could push him, finally, away.

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today i saw 2 guys in the bus and one of them fell asleep on the other one’s shoulder and opened his eyes a few minutes after and said “sorry,i fell asleep” and the other one pulled his head on his shoulder again and said “no man you must be tired,get some sleep” the other one smiled and continued sleeping and if this isnt the cutest shit i’ve ever seen idk what is

anonymous asked:

Yo so it's not really a question just something I felt like pointing out. John and Sherlock would probably get shit done so much quicker if they actually listened to mrs Hudson. Like she says how that tv presenter woman (sorry I can't remember her name and cba to look it up) had "too much work done" and surprise surprise that's how she was murdered. Idk I feel like she just gets ignored and is super underrated by the characters in the show and the fandom bcs she is fucking great.

LOL Nonny seriously. I love Mrs. Hudson. She essentially tells it like it is and doesn’t hold back, but everyone is too up their own arses to listen to her or her advice LOL (and it was Connie Prince hah hah).

But yeah, Hudders’ job is to make tea and foreshadow shit, so yeah, she is a plot device, despite her protests.

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For anon…reader is Hades’s daughter as requested. Enjoy!

Heart thumping, Y/N made her way through the woods. With each step, she could feel her heart beating out of her chest. She glanced over her shoulder, the monster on her heels. She’d give anything for some light right now. Before she could comprehend anything, she felt herself lunged forward. Everything went black.

What felt like moments later, she slowly opened her eyes. Groaning, she slowly started to sit up. She could just barely make out her surroundings. There was a large fireplace, a couple of armchairs, and a table nearby. A foreign voice reached her ears.

“I see you’re coming to.”

Knitting her brows, she pushed herself up. She turned to face the voice. A man in a leather studded jacket and rocker boots was making his way towards her. She blearily cocked her head to the side.

“Who…Who are you?” she paused, “WhereamI?”
“You,” the man declared, “are in the Underworld.”
The girl’s eyes widened. “I’m-I’m what?”
The man’s hands started flailing. “I can understand you may be a bit…shaken. After all, when you’re in the Underworld that usually means you’re, well, dead.”
“A-Am I?” she stuttered out before swallowing.
“You were,” he confirmed, “But, I saved you.”
“Saved me? Why would you save me? What am I to you?”

The man clapped before pulling his hands apart. He gave her a smile, though his eyes hinted at a bit of guilt.

“You’re my daughter, Y/N. Well, demigod daughter.”
Her eyes widened. “And-And I died?”
“Mmhmm. Momentarily.”
“You…you’re my dad?”
“Yes. I believe I established that,” he stated slowly, “Did I slip into another language for a moment? I thought I stopped doing that.”

Angered, Y/N wobbled to her feet. Her arms swayed slightly until she faced the man. With another burst, she swung her arm and slapped her father in the face. Hades stretched his jaw.

“What was that-”
“Put me back,” she demanded, a tear slipping.
“Why?”
“I’m not leaving mom,” she teared up, “Not like that. So please, put me back!”

Hades plugged his ear as the high pitched voice. He stretched his jaw once more.

“Definitely mine,” he muttered, “You really want to go back to the surface?”
“Yes!”
Hades sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, but you must understand something. I didn’t want to give y-”
“Now!”

Just like that, Hades snapped his fingers. Y/N let out a sigh of relief as she realized she was back on the surface, inside the camp. 

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