#*whispers* theo's spectacles

[angelfic]

Howdy! Could I request a Theodore Nott, secret relationship, “don’t leave me… please”. ❤️

here u go!! i actually really like this idea and kind of wanna recycle it for a longer fic maybe.. 🤔 thank u for the request! 💌

theodore nott x reader + secret relationship + “don’t leave me… please”

➺ part of my 2k milestone writing game

You’re stressfully stirring sugar into your tea in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place when Mattheo and Theodore turn up, bruised and bloody in the hands of Alastor Moody.

The Auror had sent a message in advance through his Patronus, alerting members of the Order that he was heading to headquarters with two death eater defectors. An hour of hoping it’s who you think, and three cups of tea later, you breathe a sigh of relief when you realise Mattheo and Theo are alive.

The way Theo is leaning his weight on Mattheo doesn’t slip past you, and as soon as he finds you among the others, you rush forward.

“Hi,” Theo whispers, the greeting reserved only for you despite the numerous others in the dining room. His eyes are drooping slightly as he sways on his feet. Nonetheless, he gives you a weak smile. “I’m okay. I promise.”

You nod slowly, brows furrowed in concern despite his reassurance. Ignoring Moody’s confused stares, along with the whispering happening behind you, you do a quick scan of Mattheo and find that he’s definitely had worse injuries from spontaneous fist fights during your years at Hogwarts.

“Are you okay?” you mouth at him, just in case. He winks at you in answer.

Moody, seemingly snapping out of his confusion, turns to you and raises a brow. “You know these two, then?” he asks gruffly, a hint of suspicion creeping into his voice.

“We all went to school together,” Dean Thomas pipes up, saving you from having to stumble over your words in an attempt to explain your relationship with Theo.

There’s no doubt in your mind that everyone in the room suspects you and Theo are more than just schoolmates, but you don’t move to address anything. The implications of you being in love with an ex-death eater aside, it’s none of their business. Moody doesn’t quite seem to accept this immediately.

”School,” he mutters, nodding begrudgingly. “And how well do you-”

“Alastor,” McGonagall cuts him off sharply. Peering at him over her spectacles, she purses her lips. “You can get to interrogating them about being Transfiguration partners after they’ve recovered. These boys need a healer. Now.”

“Yes, yes,” Moody replies grumpily, reluctantly letting them go to open the door to the hall. “We’ve got Poppy in the living room. She’ll fix them up, nice and quick.”

You step back to give the two boys space to make their way to the Healer, but Theo catches your hand and grips it tightly. “No. No, Y/N can do it. Just give her some of the medicine, I’m not seeing anyone else.”

You open your mouth to object, wanting Madame Pomfrey to assess him properly, but the pleading in his eyes has you hesitating.

“Don’t leave me…” Theo’s voice becomes lower, quieter and earnest. “Please.”

“Okay,” you exhale, cupping his face with your hand and stroking your thumb over his cheekbone. You look over at Professor McGonagall for confirmation and when she sighs and nods, you respond with a grateful smile before turning back to Theo. “I won’t leave you.”

Mattheo clears his throat, popping the little bubble you and Theo have found yourself in and making you look away, cheeks warm. Walking over to where Moody holds the door open, Mattheo gives you both a knowing look before speaking to the rest of the room. “I guess I‘ll be seeing dear, old Poppy alone then. Nothing she hasn’t fixed before.”

Taking this as your cue to leave, you wrap an arm around Theo’s waist to support him as you make your way out of the room and up the stairs to an empty room. You help him to sit on the bed and disentangle your hand from his, dropping a kiss to the inside of his palm. “I need to go get the stuff from Madame Promfrey, I won’t be a minute-”

“Not yet,” Theo pleads, hooking pinky finger around your own and tugging lightly. “I’m not that injured, just… come here for a second.”

Your resolve crumbles immediately due to not having seen Theo since school ended a month ago, during which he was trying to leave the other side of the war without getting himself killed. You sit next to him on the bed, but he immediately reaches over to manoeuvre you by the waist until your legs are wrapped around him in a straddling position. Theo presses a soft kiss to your lips and the pure love radiating from him makes your heart jump to your throat. When he pulls away, he looks more relaxed and content than he has in months.

“Hi,” he says, a gentle smile playing about his lips while he fingers the hem of your shirt where it sits at your back. Tingles run down your spine where his cold fingers brush against your skin and you end up leaning into his chest even more, causing his smile to deepen. “I missed you, darling.”

“What, Crabbe and Goyle weren’t good company?” you tease, tilting your head. Theo scoffs in disgust, lightly tugging on a lock of your hair and looking at you expectantly. “I missed you too, Theo. So, so much. I’m glad you got out.”

“Me too,” he sighs, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder. You both stay in silence for a few minutes and you bask in the warmth of Theo’s breaths fanning over your collarbone. He nestles his face into your neck and seems perfectly happy just to stay there when he speaks. “It was torture staying away, you know. I’m never leaving your side again.”

You run your fingers through Theo’s hair, lightly scratching at his scalp and biting back a smile when he lets out a sound halfway between a sigh and a groan. “You being glued to me is probably going to make it clear that we’re more than ex-Transfiguration partners, by the way.”

“I bet you anything they all already know,” Theo murmurs distractedly. You frown and sit up straighter to look at him, raising a curious brow in questioning. He looks at you like it’s obvious. “Mattheo is downstairs, unsupervised. If he hasn’t told everyone by now…”

You shake your head, shifting to move off Theo’s lap. A pout forms on his lips, but he reluctantly lets you stand. “I better go do some damage control while I go get the stuff from Pomfrey. Merlin knows what embarrassing things Mattheo is telling them right now.”

“I can think of a few things,” Theo says, his innocent voice contrasting with the devious smirk on his face. “Like the time we were in the Astronomy Tower and you were too loud, so-”

“Right, okay!” you interrupt loudly, screwing your eyes shut in embarrassment as you try your best not to relive that particular memory. Taking a deep breath and ignoring the way Theo is cracking up, you smile sweetly at him. “You haven’t had any injuries to the head, have you?”

“No, love,” he replies, grinning. “Why?”

You grab a pillow and swing it into Theo’s face, knocking him backwards on the bed. Crossing your arms in satisfaction, you falter when he stays laying down and moans in pain.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” you rush out, panicked as you move the pillow out of the way to climb onto the bed and hover over him. Theo cracks his eyes open slightly, his face scrunched up in discomfort and your stomach drops. “Theo, where does it hurt?”

“Here, come closer,” Theo winces, gesturing you forward, closer and closer and you furrow your brows in confusion. When you’re close enough, he snakes his hand around to the nape of your neck and pulls you into a deep kiss, burying his fingers in your hair. You don’t bother admonishing him, your head getting dizzy from the feel of his lips moving against your own. You only pull away when you hear sudden laughter coming from downstairs. Theo doesn’t look ashamed in the slightest when you do. “All better.”

“Not yet, you’re not,” you say, rolling your eyes and sitting up again. You make sure you put all of your weight on the mattress to do so, just in case you actually do end up hurting him. “I’m actually going downstairs now, okay? The idea of Mattheo talking to McGonagall is driving me crazier by the minute.”

“Come back quickly?” he asks lightly, but there’s a hint of pleading in the way his hand circles your wrist. You give him a reassuring smile and another quick peck on the lips.

“Always.”

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x you #Theodore nott scenarios #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott x y/n #Theodore nott fluff #theodore nott smut #theo nott #Theodore nott imagines

[sevenhusbandsofyn]

𝐕𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐦

VAPE SCAM | X READER | IMAGINE |  PAIRING: The Slytherin Boys (no y/n in this soz)

SYNOPSIS: The boys sell empty vapes to the first years watching them cry when they realise they've been scammed. WORD COUNT: 423 WARNING(S): Mischievious boys, scam, pranks, no y/n in this soz

AUTHORS NOTE: Saw this headcanon on Tiktok and couldn't resist writing it.

The common room was dimly lit, with the emerald and silver accents casting eerie shadows across the walls. Tom Riddle, a tall and handsome young Slytherin with a mischievous glint in his eyes, sat on a plush leather couch, surrounded by his friends Theo Nott, Draco Malfoy, and Blaise Zabini. They were all huddled together, plotting their latest prank.

Tom held a small, black, and inconspicuous box in his hand. He turned to his friends, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Gentlemen, I have something special for our unsuspecting first years," he whispered, his voice dripping with malevolence.

Theo raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What is it, Tom?"

Tom opened the box to reveal a collection of sleek, empty vape pens. "Empty vapes, my friends. First years won't know what hit them. We'll sell these to them for a hefty sum."

Draco chuckled, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "And what will they do with empty vapes?"

Blaise joined in the laughter. "They'll think they're getting the thrill of inhaling magical potions or something, only to find out there's nothing inside."

Tom nodded, his eyes glinting with malice. "Exactly. We'll watch as they realize they've been scammed, and then we'll revel in their misery."

Theo leaned in, intrigued by the plan. "But how will we get them to buy these, Tom?"

Tom stood up, his robes billowing dramatically. "I have it all planned out. I'll use my charm and charisma to make them believe these are a rare and magical product, something that will make them the envy of all their peers."

With a wicked gleam in his eye, Tom tucked the box of empty vapes under his robes and made his way to the first-year common room. His friends followed closely behind, eager to witness the spectacle.

The next day,

Tom Riddle entered the first-year common room, his presence commanding attention. The young, impressionable first years turned to look at the charismatic Slytherin. With a charming smile, Tom held up the box of empty vapes.

"Dear first years," he began, his voice smooth as silk, "I have something truly exceptional to offer you. These vapes are a rare and enchanted item, known only to a select few. Owning one will elevate your status at Hogwarts and beyond."

The first years stared at the mysterious vape pens in awe, their eyes filled with wonder.

"For a mere ten Galleons each, you can possess a piece of pure magic," Tom continued, his words laced with persuasion.

One by one, the first years eagerly handed over their money, believing they were getting a one-of-a-kind magical item.

As the last first year left with an empty vape, Tom returned to the common room, his friends waiting with anticipation. They watched as the first years excitedly tried to use their newly acquired possessions, only to discover they had been duped.

Laughter erupted in the Slytherin common room as the first years' faces contorted with confusion, anger, and disappointment. The realization that they had been scammed dawned on them, and a chorus of cries filled the air.

Tom, Theo, Draco, and Blaise reveled in the chaos they had created, their laughter echoing through the room. The prank had been a resounding success, and they had proven once again that in the world of Slytherin, cunning and manipulation reigned supreme.

#harry potter #harry potter fan fic #my writing <𝟑 #sevenhusbandsofyn #slytherin boys #tom riddle #tom riddle fan fic #tom riddle x reader

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Dramione Month (Part 3)

Dramione Month 2023:

Reluctant Bonds by Biirdiee_Rose - E, one-shot - “It’s–it’s embarrassing.” She says, mumbling. “You’re pregnant with my child, I’m eventually going to see you give birth, I think I can handle it.” Logic, he’s appealing to her logic once more. He was right, this didn’t need to be embarrassing. She had hormones, she was experiencing them at the biggest extremes currently. It’s not like she could help it. “I–I’m experiencing–” She pauses, trying to think of any sort of way to make it sound less perverted. Sexual desire? Lust? “Oh, sod it all. Malfoy, I’m horny.” It’s as he’s blinking at her in shock that Hermione realizes his hand is still cupping her face. Oh, well that’s awkward. ___ Pregnancy hormones are driving Hermione absolutely crazy, and thanks to their forced marriage bond, Malfoy knows somethings wrong. Hijinks ensue.

To Trim a Malfoy by MarinaJune - M, one-shot - “Cut. The damn. Hair.” She pressed a palm against his shoulder. “I will if you keep it down to here.” “This isn’t a negotiation. Not after what you just did.”

His and Her Familiars by MarinaJune - G, one-shot - Regality adorned her wingspan and gradient of dark brown, amber, and cream feathers. Even from across the Great Hall, Hermione smiled at the sight of the owl’s distinct ear tufts swiveling as Draco Malfoy cooed and plied her with treats. When the day came where Hermione could finally reach out and touch her for the first time, tawny eyes held her in a steadfast stare that warned her against sudden movements. Draco assured her of her gentility, but Hermione knew better. She was like Crookshanks. She read people. You either passed, or you didn’t.

A Joyous Occasion by fxlling_stxrs - T, one-shot - Hermione and Draco Malfoy turned their wedding vows into one that was Unbreakable. A (kind of quick) peek into the spectacle that is the Malfoy wedding.

Romantic, If a Bit Macabre by MarinaJune - T, one-shot - “Do you still love me?” He sucked in a deep breath. He’d been holding it in anticipation of her question, and now he felt like the hourglass had turned and the sands were rushing him along towards a yet unknown end. “Of course I do.” Hermione nodded as if she’d expected that answer, but the loosening of tension in her jaw revealed her relief. She turned back to Theo. “I need you to be our bonder. Place your wand against our hands.”

Whispers in the Library by belladeexx - E, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are meant to be studying for their upcoming NEWTs. However, Hermione thinks she'd like to study a different subject altogether. or Hermione and Draco fuck in the library and discover they have an onlooker.

Undisclosed Desires by cherrylotte - M, one-shot - She thought about the tiny scrap of hope she still held onto, the one that said Ron would at some point decide to commit to her, that he would finally call her his girlfriend and say yes, Hermione, we're exclusive, I love you. She thought about it once more and then she let it go, watching that tiny scrap of paper shrivel and combust and ultimately disappear. “Malfoy,” she breathed. “Why don’t we get out of here?” (In which Hermione makes a decision.)

One Favour for Another by MarinaJune - M, one-shot - “I’ve been single for a long time now, and even though I haven’t been lonely, I admit to a certain degree of…curiosity.” The smile on her face widened as he licked his lips in an uncharacteristically open tell. “I make you curious?” “Mhm.” She hummed in a cavalier manner that completely belied her entire proposal. Hermione knew what she was doing was tantamount to blackmail. She was banking on Malfoy giving in to the tension that hung over them almost every time they shared a room. The man was so tightly wound that she felt this the fastest way to force his hand.

The Wizard from A.U.R.O.R. by Wanderingfair - E, one-shot - “I have observed you, you know.” He looked down and then back to her. “Obsessively, almost. See right there, your breath hitches when I get close.” He took a step toward her and her body betrayed her by following his exact prediction. “And if I touch you here,” he brought a hand to her cheek, “your heart speeds up.” She could hardly breathe. OR The one where Hermione asks a simple favour as she and Draco confront their unresolved feelings for each other immediately before an important mission.

Matching Souls, Luna-style by MarinaJune - G, one-shot - “It’s an old spell that’s been in my family for generations. I say the incantation, take your sacrifice, and then we see what we see.” Bells rang in her head. “What kind of sacrifice?” Luna’s serene smile was at complete odds with the next words out of her mouth. “An offering of blood.” “Luna Lovegood! Is this blood magic?” Hermione hissed, infuriated that her friend would even consider dragging her into this. Blood magic was strictly forbidden at Hogwarts.

The Case of the Missing Book by art_emissss - T, one-shot - "How many times did I tell you to not use this hellish ladder?" Exasperation laced his voice, fueling her own ire. "Aren't you a bloody witch?" Or: what happens in the library doesn't always stay in the library.

Won't You Stay? by arielle_reads - M, one-shot - Cursed scars were problematic in the sense that they were always there to remind you of the trauma that put them there in the first place. It's something that Draco and Hermione are both well aware of and something they both can't escape, no matter how hard they want to.

Convincing Granger (No Books Required) by MarinaJune - E, one-shot - After a mischievous grin and peck on her cheek, Draco slid from his chair and under the table. Hermione cleared her throat in an attempt to maintain composure, all while feeling like she was about to scream with anticipation. Her palms slapped loudly onto the wooden surface when she felt both of Malfoy’s hands slide up her calves and push her knees apart. “You’re going to have to be quieter than that, Granger.” His voice was muffled but still clearly audible.

Subtle Discords by Biirdiee_Rose - E, one-shot - “There is a natural remedy to pain.” Malfoy says, and she tries to keep her eyes trained on his face, not on the lovely sculpt of his alabaster body. “Yes, there is.” Hermione agrees, interested in what he’s about to suggest to her. He takes another step closer, tentative, a question of permission without words. “Perhaps I can give you a demonstration.” - Hermione just wants to wallow in the misery of her period alone in the bathtub, at least until Draco Malfoy offers an alternative.

warmth by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - The flowery scented bubbles, the aroma of lavender and rosemary firmly were the only scents that were clear as day for Hermione, rose up from the large Prefect bath as Hermione slid herself into the warmth, sighing loudly out as it wrapped its delicious homeliness around her body. It was like a hug from her mother, father, or even one of her favourite cousins. This was the best kind of feeling ever, she desperately needed this feeling as a constant safety blanket around her body. Hermione could forever live in this fucking bath, conjure up food and drink and she loved swimming, so she had practically everything right here that she ever needed.

In Absence of Towels and Rules by MarinaJune - M, one-shot - “I can’t just ignore you in here, Malfoy,” Hermione insisted. She had duties, rules to uphold. She was simply following through on the trust the teachers had placed in her. She was absolutely not interested in studying the suds running down his chest, or the slashes from Harry’s sectumsempra. “Why don’t you join me, then? I’m still covered in soap.” He chuckled at her gasp, and she tried not to miss his warmth as he stepped back towards the water. Keeping an eye on her, he tossed aside his towel–no, she did not look down–and descended slowly like some kind of water nymph hoping to lure Hermione to her death. He then turned his back to her and waited. There was no way she could join him. It wasn’t proper.

#dramione fest #fests/exchanges/challengers

[lunnettewrites]

“It’s Cold Outside”

Theo was nervous. Yes, THE Theodore Nott.

The same one who’s known for cracking inappropriate jokes.

The very one who can charm a room with his signature Slytherin smirk.

The one who holds the reputation of being able to cycle through more wizards - and muggles, after all, he wasn’t choosy - faster than wearing the entirety of jumper collection. And he had a vast collection.

But he couldn’t help it.

There was something in the way that his date’s emerald green eyes stared at him behind those round spectacles that ignited butterflies in his stomach.

The way his lopsided grin just turns him into mush.

The way his unkempt hair drew him in, wanting to run his fingers through his raven-haired locks for all of time.

“So, it’s cold outside.” Theo said after a few awkward minutes of silence. He immediately chastised himself for thinking of the most mundane conversation starter. Gods, he must think he was an idiot.

“Yeah, it’s a bit chilly. But I think it’s a rather nice day out.” And there was that grin again. Theo let out an involuntary shiver that definitely wasn’t caused by the cold.

“Here,” Harry stopped walked and took his scarf off and wrapped it around Theo. The smell of pine - Theo’s new favorite scent - wafted through his nose.

“Thank you Harry.” Theo murmured, giving him a shy smile.

The pair continued their walk around the park. They passed other couples who had the same date idea. Jealousy hit Theo as he watched a couple who was being openly affectionate with one another.

Trying to find some courage, Theo reached for Harry hands and intertwined their fingers together. Harry smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze. He let out a breath he was holding.

The end of their pathway led to a dock overlooking the frozen lake.

“Harry, I’ve been enjoying spending today with you.” Theo’s eyes were on the lake, not quite brave enough to look Harry.

Harry placed a hand on Theo’s jaw, turning his head towards him.

“Theo, you’re the best part of today,” he whispered before closing the space between them.

As Theo’s hands snaked around Harry’s neck to deepen their kiss, his foot popped up the same way that the princess did in that muggle movie Hermione made him watch. That was when Theo knew that this was the start of the many good days he’ll have with Harry Potter.

- originally posted on twitter for #fluffmas2022

#nottpott #harry potter x theo nott #it's cold outside #fluffmass2022 #twitter prompt

[iwasntfree]

you: the theia spectrum

rita, an intellectual:

#tpp #the penumbra podcast #this has probably been done before #*whispers* theo's spectacles #the goldfinch #theo decker #im exposed #im only just listening to juno steel and the man of the future #mine

[m4r13l3y]

His sister // j.p

Brother!remus x lupin!reader , James x reader

Warnings; none

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“Who’s that-“

“SH!” You put your index finger to your mouth to shut your brothers dorm mates up.

You pulled out the can of whipped cream for your robes, drizzling it on Remus’ lanky hands

“Who is she?” Sirius rose an eyebrow, he didn’t want to intervene though, you seemed scary enough for all the marauders in the dorm to stay quiet “oi! Tell her to get her hands of my man” he whispered to James

As you put away the whipped cream and pulled out the muggle camera you bought yourself, you levitated a small feather onto his face

“Wh-“ Remus splashed the cream onto his face as he tried to itch himself

“Ha!” You took a quick picture, “looking good dear brother”

“Y/n!” He groaned, standing up to his full size, “got to go!” You winked at the boys who stared at your wide eyed

Though Remus, as he was much taller, caught up to you, “you’re no fun” you groaned as he carried you

“Moony?” Sirius spoke up

“Ah lads” Remus put you down, you took another picture of his face

“This is my sister, y/n lupin” he looked down at you as you aired the developing picture

“Yes that’s me” you smiled up quickly, “Going to use the restroom so give me a sec” you carried your legs into the loo

“Why haven’t I ever seen your sister, lupin?” Sirius and James huffed, angry like a little kids. “Calm it pads” Remus warned “and she was at an American school for a while, until mum got sick so now she��s at hogwarts with me to take care of”

“Hm” the two boys nodded, “she just got here?” James spoke this time

“Mhm” he grabbed a tissue to wipe his face “Last week, don’t know why you never saw her”

“Well you never introduced us...” the spectacled boy trailed off as he saw you walk out of the bathroom, finally getting a good look at you from the light “to your beautiful sister”

You chuckled, showing Remus the picture you took “I’m so happy I got these” one picture showed your brother half asleep with whipped cream on his face and the other with him standing still with the cream

“Why she so...” James eyed you “short?”

“Wow thanks” You rolled your eyes with a short “don’t know though,” you walked over to the lycanthrope and stood on his bed to reach his height “this guy got all the tallness”

“I got the confidence and good looks though” you shrugged with a smirk “I ought to sleep now” you kissed your brothers cheek and went along to your dorm

As walked out of the room with a smile, James whispered, mostly to himself “she’s wicked”

“Don’t.” Remus stopped him “she seems confident and all but she’s sensitive so don’t try anything with her, prongs”

James shook his head “I won’t” lie.

“Good”

Remus washed his face and went back to sleep, so did everyone else, except James

He couldn’t seem to get you off his mind, your giggle and how beautiful you were. He was completely smitten by you at that exact moment.

*

“What’re you thinking about” you whispered, laying on his chest, “you.” James kissed your forehead as he woke up to the sun beaming through your shared room “how we met”

You giggled, “s’good I pranked Remus that night huh?”

“Very.” James nodded, though your lovely moment was cut short by the sound of your son running into your room

“Mommy!” Theo jumped onto your bed and snuggled up between yourself and your husband though he wrapped his little arms around you only

“What about me!” James huffed like an angry child, “no need for jealousy” you kissed him

“Fine” he blushed scarlet, even after being married for three years and dating some months after you two met; you still managed to make him get flustered just by your kisses

“I’ll make breakfast” you pulled the two year old off of you and handed him to James

As you descended into the kitchen, James whispered “I bloody love your mum” which the toddler just laughed at

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[dropssofjupitter]

What Tattoos / Piercings I think the Harry Potter Characters Would Get - Except it gets progressively more in depth and then doesn’t

A/N: It’s 12:36 pm rn and I’m just trying to kill time until all of my college classes open on Canvas. Give me criticism if you dare 

Masterlist 

Draco Malfoy: 

A snake crawling through a bed of flowers up the side of his chest and settling near the bottom of his ear (so it can whisper secrets to him.) It’s enchanted to move around his neck and down his chest in a loop if he wants it to

He would either only get black studs or he’d get addicted to piercings and get doubles + an industrial 

Probably get the Malfoy family emblem on the inside of his wrist won’t lie (but only if he’s still proud of his family / wants to keep up appearances)

If he’s feeling really “fuck you” he might get an eyebrow piercing but I highly doubt that he will. He prefers piercings that he can take out if need be. Something conventional so his mother won’t get mad at him

Pansy Parkinson 

Would definitely get a dagger tattooed on her upper thigh don’t test me.

Would also probably get a constellation on the back of her neck or on her side boob area (idk whatever that’s called)

Would probably just get doubles but would also get a belly button piercings  

Might get an underboob tattoo but it would probably be smth small like a mouse (Don’t ask me why its a mouse. My brain just randomly correlated it okay) 

Blaise Zabini

Okay so Blaise would definitely get a sleeve

And maybe it’s like, random images that became a sleeve but I think that it’s highly likely he managed to craft something that told a story to him

So something to do with his family or with his friends that only they would be able to recognize

He also has a tattoo of his wand on his opposite forearm that faces down towards his palm

He claims it helps him with wandless magic (with the visualizing and all) but everyone is pretty sure it’s because he can’t stand being without his wand due to the war

He 100% get an orbital, a helix, and a standard lobe piercing (and if he was feeling frisky a tongue piercing but idk how likely that is) 

Theo Nott

Theo goes all out. 

Like this man is the king of making terrible split second decisions

He’s in a tattoo parlor at least once a month

At first he gets stupid little tattoos

He gets a lightning bolt (”to mock Potter” he says) on his thumb. And then he gets a green snake on his shoulder for Slytherin. At one point he even gets the ‘no regerts’ tattoo on his hip just because Pansy dared him to. 

But eventually he starts getting more meaningful tattoos. 

A cauldron on his wrist for Draco. A pair of eyes with eyeliner as sharp as a knife for Pansy. A three flower bouquet of Blaise’s favorite flowers. A skull in a desert with cacti growing out of it in honor of Crabbe. 

He says the cacti are because Crabbe had never had a solid thought in his head. But really it’s because they are the only plants able to survive in extreme heat. 

Anyways he also goes out for piercings to. Triples for sure, along with a helix and an industrial. He entertains the thought of getting a lip piercing, but after wearing a fake one for a few days he decides to put it off until after his next tattoo

Harry Potter

Bro okay so if you think that Harry would get anything except meaningful tattoos I literally have no clue what drarry fanfic you’re living in but get out of it

He has a firebolt on the back of his bicep, and the first snitch he caught (message and all) on the opposing shoulder. It’s charmed to fly around a small area on his arm whenever he plays quidditch

He has the elder wand tattooed on his forearm (facing away from his hand and yes that’s fucking symbolism) to honor Dumbledore but also decided to get another for the bitch (Yes a bitch join the we hate Dumbledore fanclub) and got half-moon spectacles on the inside of his wrist (opposite arm from the wand) 

He got the Wizard Wheezes tattoo in honor of Fred on his shoulder blade, and it’s charmed to burst off fireworks anytime a Weasley (or one of their products) walks by

Behind his ear is a full moon in honor of Remus, and below it pig nostrils for Tonks 

He also probably got smth to honor Snape (idk probably a potion bottle) but I’m in the ‘Snape didn’t deserve a redemption arc” club so I’m not getting into that

He would only get studs. He is very vanilla. Maybe if he’s drunk he’ll get a double helix. 

Hermione Granger

Lmao what tattoos??

Maybe if she’s piss drunk she’ll get a book (Hogwarts a history of course) on her wrist. But other than that the only thing I can see her getting is smth really really small for her parents

She has standard piercings and does not want to get anything more thank you very much

Ron Weasley

God of course this boy has a Chudley Cannons tattoo

And probably a Krum one if we’re being honest. He’s a mess

He got the same Wizard Wheezes tattoo as Harry and in the same place, but he also got one of the candy boxes on his wrist 

He has no piercings 

Please this man is afraid of spiders I don’t think he’s fond of putting holes in his skin

I don’t care how close he is with Bill and Charlie there are no piercings 

Luna Lovegood 

Okay so

She has a tattoo of her famous pair of glasses ofc

She also has a sideboob of the deathly hallows as well as a stomach tattoo of a Thestral 

She is all about unconventional placement for these baby’s 

That being said she has a septum piercing that changes colors depending on her mood as well as a belly button piercings 

Neville Longbottom 

Neville only has one tattoo and it’s on his favorite plant on his bicep. The plant is charmed to move like it’s real life counterpart (if it does move) and also changes colors like Lunas mood piercing

He does not have a piercing and will not get one no matter how dashing Luna say’s he’ll look

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[war--lords]

If requests/suggestions are open, could I please have more of the "pets snuggling MC in his place" but for some of the Ikevamp boys (Comte, Leo, Theo, and Arthur) If they aren't open, then I want you to know I like your writing 💙

Requests are permanently closed and I’m only taking suggestions, so thank you for yours! This post is dedicated to the doggos ❤️also, I’ve adjusted the details a little bit, but I hope you can still enjoy

Their pet snuggling with MC in their place

Theo

It’s past lunch-time, but although the sun is high in the sky, the weather is absolutely beautiful—even sardonic Theo can admit as much. He takes in the blue sky as he alights his carriage and takes his time walking inside the mansion. How long has it been since he finished work that early? He honestly can’t remember. Anyhow, he can do what’s left of it come nightfall. His priority right now is looking for you (he misses you, yes, but he most likely won’t say that out loud) and possibly take King out for a walk together because he wants to spend time with both hondjes

Sebastian will have to relieve you of your tasks for the rest of the day, no questions asked. Though the strange butler will probably ask him weirdly specific questions as a condition for your release...

Nevermind that, Theo thought to himself, because thinking about walking King with you brings about this warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach. The old him would probably berate himself for indulging unnecessarily in such happy thoughts, but he’s learned to embrace being content. You’ve taught him that, and many other things.

Okay, now he’s got to see you. 

Unexpectedly Sebastian says you’ve already completed all of your work for the day—talk about great timing—and that ever since lunch clean-up, he hasn’t seen you around. And thus Theo is left to roam the vast mansion looking for you.

You weren’t at your room, nor were you at his. Not in the lounge or the library, either. The other mansion residents whom he encounters have no problem teasing him about how frantically he’s looking for his lover (except for Isaac, of course), and that irritates Theo a little bit.

“Missing ____________ a bit much, aren’t you, Theo old boy?”

Arthur is lucky to not be slapped upside the head.

Huffy and growing ever-impatient, Theo stomps into the gardens, hoping to at least find King—he hasn’t seen the golden retriever around, too, so perhaps you two are together?

His gut is right, but that doesn’t mean he’s prepared to take in what’s happening under the gazebo in the middle of the garden.

He sees you, asleep on one of the garden chairs, King comfortable situated on top of your lap and chest like a little babe—and the canine is far from being the size of a little babe. You have a gentle arm around the dog as if to keep him in place, while Theo notices a book on your other hand, held loosely.

Heavens, he thinks, fighting the urge to bite his knuckles at the extraordinarily adorable display. All the annoyance from walking around the mansion and being teased by the other residents instantaneously melts away.

Grabbing a chair and sitting next to you and King, he reaches out to stroke your hair, his touch soft and fleeting so as to not ruin the peaceful scene set in front of him. Were he a painter like his brother, he would most definitely immortalize this on canvas.

It is King that notices his presence first, slowly blinking awake in one second, and in another, excitedly bounding and leaping from your lap to his in exuberant joy—something he does a lot. Theo lets out a surprised “hey!”, but having spent a lot of time with King, is ready to catch his furry friend in his lap and helplessly be the recipient of numerous face licks.

“Theo...? You’re home,” he hears you murmur.

His heart skips a beat as he watches you rub your eyes, slowly allowing yourself to awaken. He notices the flush on your skin, your sleep-ridden voice...

“Good nap?” he asks, his eyes ever watchful.

“Yep.”

“Wanna go walk King together?”

Just like that, you light up and grin at him, nodding enthusiastically—inevitably reminding him of the golden retriever sat on his lap—and he shakes his head, chuckling in disbelief.

Arthur

Being a writer who often spends many of his nights finishing manuscripts (if not flirting with girls in town—but those days are long gone), Arthur is thankful to have such a supporting lover and friend in you.

It pains him, though, because with your shared private detective gig during the day, the only private time he gets to enjoy with you happens at night, but sometimes inspiration hits him like the blasted Orient Express and he cannot do anything to stop it—so he spends his nights writing.

You can stop him from working, though. You’ve done it before. Long story short, it worked, and he paid much attention to you that night.

Tonight, however, you’re being very indulging and declared that you’ll retire for the night earlier after showering him with a lot of kisses and encouragement for his work. He wanted to cry right then and there because his heart is so full and you are so sweet.

So he vows to quickly get the words out of his brain and be done with it. Then he can snuggle with you in bed. Or maybe do something more. Bloody hell, he really can’t get his mind out of the gutter sometimes.

As he writes page after page, he can’t help but think that if anything, you’re the one providing him with inspiration. The adventures he shares with you are one thing, but the things you say and do knock him out of his socks sometimes. Arthur smiles, his mind remembering every little thing you’ve said to him that has become the fuel to his writing.

He swears you’re going to turn him into a romance novelist.

When the night is dark cobalt blue and the moon is high, Arthur feels the soreness on his wrist and decides that he’s at a good stopping point for the night. Stretching and yawning and ridding himself of his tortoise-shell spectacles, he looks over to you, lying in bed...

...with Vic on your stomach.

Vic. On your stomach.

A loving hand sitting atop the dog’s belly (Vic sleeps on his back with his legs curled, like a weird old man), rising and falling with each gentle breath. Your lips are slightly parted, wisps of hair falling on your face.

Arthur gasps, covering his mouth in the process. Heavens, look at this—this—this picturesque, sweetest thing he’s ever laid his eyes upon! Where did the dog even come from?

Looking at his room door, he realizes it’s not completely closed, and he curses to nobody about nothing in particular. With long strides he crosses the room to close it and quickly returns to his bed, ready to join the cutest snoozefest he’s ever had the honor of joining.

Despite his best attempts to be as discreet as possible when situating himself on his bed, you stir, as if you’ve been waiting for this moment. He grins while watching consciousness slowly wash over you, though not fully. 

“Are you done with work, darling?”

God help and forgive him! He thoroughly enjoys that husky tone of your voice, still not completely awake. He presses a silencing kiss to your lips and presses his body closer to yours. Vic wakes up too, but only to reposition himself at the space atop your head, this time curling up into a ball before falling asleep.

“You made me jealous,” Arthur whispers, and you giggle.

“Vic gets lonely sleeping alone, too,” you reply, letting Arthur wound you into his arms. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck before pulling the sheets to cover both your bodies.

“Who gave you both permission to be so bloody cute, huh?”  

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[ikemen-girl]

Yuhuuuu sweetheart~!!💖💖💖 I'm back again and this time I'm gonna request for our beautiful vampire boys! I hope this will gonna be the first IkeVamp HC you write? 😏🤭

Anyway, may I request for a HC which MC having a date/day-off BUT with the trio Arthur-Vincent-Theo? XD It's up to you whether you want to make them (MC and the suitors) in a non-romantic relationship (not a couple) or MC already being a girlfriend for one of them (I'd choose Arthur but feel free to pick between the trio! XD).

Last but not least, keep up the good work and I hope you enjoy writing this one! 💖🌟

Heyaaa Asha-San💗😍✨🙋🏻‍♀️💃🏻😘, first of all, thank you so much for supporting me always❤🙇🏻‍♀️💯✨💗😘🤗😇! Secondly, I loveeeee you for asking this request🥺🥺❤❤😘😘✨✨, as this chaotic trio is my most favourite in Ikevamp🤣🥺✨❤! Also, we share same liking again😏❤💃🏻🎉, as I am going with Arthur coz he is my Ikevamp husbando😍✨😏🤣! Lol, this is going to be awesome🤣🤣💗💗! I wanted to write so much more but it was getting too long🤦🏻‍♀️🤣🤣! Yes, that's my first writing on Ikevamp😏😎😉😂! Thank you once again💗 & without any furthur delay, here we go😏❤~

IKEVAMP HC🧛‍♂️❤:

MC👩🏻 spending her day off with Arthur😏-Vincent🥰-Theo😒💃🏻💗:

A BRIGHT SUNDAY IN THE MANSION😍🌞💗💯 :

As soon as Le Comte stepped out of his room to go outside for an important task🥰, he stumbled over something and barely avoided the fall on the ground gracefully😱. He turned back to look at *something* & it was Leonardo who was as usual sleeping right infront of his door😴. "Leonardo, what is the purpose of the BEDROOM🗣🛌?", Comte rubbed his temples, groaning in annoyance😫 Stressed MOM 24/7😑. "Oh! Hey😏, Comte, good morning🌞! Going out somewhere🥰?", Leonardo smiled at him after waking up from his slumber👀. "Good morning🌞! Yes, thanks to you, I almost fell down😒🤦🏻‍♂️!", said Comte sighing, shaking his head. "Have a great day😁!", Leonardo grinned. "Same to you☺️!", Comte nodded & went for his work. Mozart was as usual cooped up in his room, playing his piano happily🎹💗🥰 boi is at peace, no nuisance as of now😌🤘🏻. Napolean and Jean were doing their usual morning warm-up exercise sparring with each other happily⚔🤺. Vincent was painting happily💛👨🏻‍🎨🖼🎨 in his room while Theo was sleeping on his dear brother's sofa🛌😴 a rare moment as this grumpy boi is mostly busy✍ and he was forced by Vincent to take a break from work and take it easy💛🥰😂. You gifted a sketchbook📒💛 to Vincent on his birthday and he thought it was a very great opportunity to use it💛🥰😇. Cue-Vincent drawing a rough sketch of his grumpy😒, adorable broer Theo😍💛 while he was sleeping😴, he was quite satisfied with the results💯💛🥰😇 and he giggled looking at Theo, admiring his younger broer😆😍💛. Stop killing us with your sweetness, Vincent🗣💛😍! Someone was as usually teasing Issac sitting in the parlour room😏. "Hey Ai-kun, do you want to start your day by eating apples🍎?" "Ugh, go away😫😑🤦🏻‍♂️!", Issac grunted, annoyed🙄😒 at having his beautiful morning destroyed by Dazai as he thought to go on his jumping from windows adventure😎🏃🏻‍♂️😏. Sebastian was busy drying the bedsheets outside in the garden👨🏻‍💼💯.

"Geeeez, stop hugging me, Arthur😒🤦🏻‍♀️, can't you see, I am making pancakes😂?", you said to your boyfriend🥰💛 favourite hero😎 who was being clingy🤗, not that you don't love it but in the kitchen, when you were cooking👩🏻‍🍳, it felt so awkward😅, your gaze was constantly shifting towards your pan as well as the entrance of the kitchen👁👄👁.

"Mmm, luv, I missed youuu sooo much🥰😘🤗💗!", Arthur said with a deep morning voice, nuzzling your neck taking your sweet scent embracing you from behind🤗😍. "It's hardly 10 minutes from the moment I left the room😂!", you giggled flipping the pancake on the pan🥞💗😋.

Your dear lover💗 had been writing another Sherlock🕵🏻‍♂️ fiction staying up most of the last night while you were busy in the cleaning of the huge mansion💯🧹🧼. When he was finished writing about his most hated😒 recognized creation🕵🏻‍♂️💯, he sighed stretching his hands sore from writing by sitting in the same position for a long time🙆🏻‍♂️😌. He turned to look towards the door missing your warmth so much🥺💗, he was feeling very moody due to your absence☹, "Where are you, luv🥺💗?", he murmured sadly and walks towards the door to bring you back already🚶🏻‍♂️ soft boi love you so much❤💯😍🥰🤗😘.

But before he could touch the doorknob🚪, he heard the light steps from outside thanks to his vampiric powers🧛🏻‍♂️, he already knew that the love of his life❤😍💯 was finally coming in the room after a long, tiring day🙆🏻‍♀️. His heart was dancing with happiness🕺🏻💗, he quickly dashed back towards his chair🏃🏻‍♂️ and pretended to be asleep😴💗 putting his head down with the most innocent sleeping face🥰😴.

"Arthur, I am back🙆🏻‍♀️💃🏻~ooopsss😯🤐", you opened the door excitedly after getting nod from Sebastian for off from work finally to find him sleeping on his desk😴. Cue- you melting at the sight of his adorable sleeping face🥰💗😍🥺. You walked towards him and settled the hot coffee☕ on his table and it took all of Arthur's mental strength to not stir😴😅 sensing the sweet aroma of his favourite coffee💗. "I brought your coffee & here you are sleeping already😂🥰💗!", you murmured softly, giggling to yourself. You sat beside him and took his spectacles off for him👓, careful not to wake him up😴💗👀 Girl, he is ACTING🗣🤦🏻‍♀️. You gently caressed his dark blue hair💗🥰 & it took all of his strength to NOT❌ purr at your touch🥰💗. "You are so adorable😍, you know that🥰? I lovee you so much💗!", you said with a very warm smile🥰😇. *bathump💓* *bathump💓* *bathump💓* "Who could have thought that a rotten flirt😏😂💗 like you had such a gentle heart hidden behind it❤😍? Ah🙆🏻‍♀️! Whenever I look at you, you do some crazy things to my poor heart, your loving gaze👀💗, your sweet words😘, your feelings for me💗, I cannot even describe the happiness💙🥰 you give to me and I love you so much that even words cannot encompass it💗🥰. She kissed him softly on his cheek😘💗. Arthur's heart couldn't take it anymore💓💥.

His cheeks went flushed red despite himself😳💗. "Ugh😣, this is so unfair🤦🏻‍♂️😐!", Arthur exclaimed looking at you with an adorable pout on his face☹💗. "GAAH😱! You were pretending to be asleep😳😯😱?", you exclaimed, eyes wide with shock as you straightened up. "And how can you be anymore sweet than you already are when I am not aware of it😫🤦🏻‍♂️🙈?", said Arthur hiding his face in his palms. "Awwww💗, you are like a cute kid right now💗🥰😘😏!", you said teasing him ruffling his hair. "By jove, stop it luv😲😌!", he sighed, the tips of his ears red😳🙈. He hugged you to hid his face in the crook of your neck🤗💗. You giggled and returned his hug😂🤗, kissing his temple gently😘💗. "Now, drink your coffee and go to sleep☕!", Arthur nodded like a happy pup which made your heart beam with happiness🐶💗. "Your coffee drinking habits are so strange😂😂💗💗!", you laughed happily while he sipped his coffee☕. "MC, hug me🥺💗, I missed you so much today😢🤗❣!", Arthur requested you with a very soft tone💗🥺🎶. "Awww, come hereee💗😍!", you called him patting the side of his bed to which he happily obliged like a cute kid💯😍❣. You extended your arms infront of him🤗💗 as he accepted the warm embrace😍🎶🤗💗 and he rested his head on your chest and you caressed his hair💗. BEST FEELING FOR HIM💯❣"I feel so safe here in your arms!", Arthur whispered happily💗😍💯. "Aww I feel so happy 😍✨❣, now sleep, you must be quite tired💗😍😂", you said closing his eyes while gently massaging his back💗. "Mmm, goodnight love😴💗!", he said with a very satisfied smile on his face💗✨🥰💯.

BACK TO PRESENT SCENARIO:

"Now, now, dear, let me go, if someone enters in the kitchen👀😳😱----", you said as you tried to wriggled out his arms😨. "Mmmm, noooooo, luuuuuv, you are so warm💗😘😍🤗!", Arthur said with a happy and gentle smile as he tighten his hold around your waist hehehehe💗. "I am so hungry MC, are the pancakes🥞--", Theo came inside with his hands shoved in the packet excitedly☺️🥰 but froze at the sight that greeted him in the kitchen😐. Theo-😑🤦🏻‍♂️, Arthur-🤨🙄, MC-😱😳. "Oi klootzak, get away from Hondje🗣, this is kitchen, not a place to make love🙄, do that in your bedroom🤦🏻‍♂️😒!", Theo sighed, glaring at Arthur😠. "Hey, Theoooo, you have insufferable timing🤨, though a very good morning🌞😏!", Arthur grinned at his best friend😁💗. "Let go of me right now🙂!", you whispered to Arthur with a threatening tone⚠️ but he pretended not to hear you for the moment👀😏.

"What happened, Theo, why are you standing here in the middle of the kitchen🤔👀?", Vincent came inside with a bright smile on his face🥰😇. Brotherly Shriek "NOOOOO😱! BROER! NOTHING IS HERE🙅🏻‍♂️!", said Theo turning back to cover Vincent's pure eyes🙈 & hissing at Arthur to get away from you🗣😡. "Arthur🙂?", you said smiling at him with all the love in your eyes👀💗. "Yes, luv😏💗?", he smirked leaning closer to you🥰💗😍🤗. You stepped on his foot all the while smiling at him🙂 which finally made him let go of you & you can finally breathe😤😌. "Ouch😫!", he clutched his foot in pain. "Arthur, what happened😳? Theo, why are you covering my eyes🙈?", Vincent asked, extremely confused🤔. Theo grinned at Arthur😁 and gave a proud nod towards you😏👍🏻 and removed his hands covering his dear brother's eyes🥰💗. "Theo is joking with you😂🥰💗, good morning, Vincent💗", you said greeting him with a very warm and happy smile😇💗. "Hehehehe Theo😂, you are such an adorable brother🥰🤗💗, good morning, MC & Arthur😍😇!", Vincent replied with a soft chuckle😆. Cue-Theo blushing happily💗🥰. "Good morning🙂!", Arthur replied with a fake smile. "Hondje🐕, go fetch me pancakes🥞💗!", Theo said with a bossy tone😎.

"Breakfast Time💗!", you smiled happily as you brought the Dutch brothers' favourite pancakes🥞💗 and Arthur's favourite fudge in the dining hall and placed it on the table infront of the brothers🥰😇😋. The brothers' eyes were literally shining with happiness🥰💗. Theo pour the mayple syrup over pancakes🥞 or it's the other way around🤔😏 while Vincent began eating the pancakes💗🥞 without stopping to even breathe. He looked so adorable eating like a squirrel🐿💗 *chomp* *chomp* *chomp*. You were so glad to see the brothers enjoying the breakfast made by you so much💗🥰😋😍.

Arthur was silently groaning in pain sitting on the side chair🤐😓 and you wondered whether you stepped on his foot with more strength than intended😨😳. "Did I hit you too hard😥?", you whispered to Arthur, concern written all over your face. "Hmph😒😠!", Arthur turned away from you, a deep frown with a angry pout on his beautiful facial features as he tried to go outside the dining hall🏃🏻‍♂️. You suddenly felt guilty for hurting him☹. "Arthur, where are you going🤔😳?", Vincent asked looking at him. "I am not hungry, you both continue🙂!", he replied. "Oi klootzak, sit back down and eat before it gets cold😒🙄!", Theo said rolling his eyes. "Theo!", Vincent scolded him lightly🤨.

You went running towards him🏃🏻‍♀️ and embraced him from behind🤗💗 and said in a very soft tone, apologizing to him☹, "I am extremely sorry, Arthur, don't vent your anger by staying hungry, pleaseeee😥😓!". Cue-Theo and Vincent gaping at both of you😳😲, shock written over their faces seeing your open affection for him😳, their forks paused in the air🍴Yes! Completely alike, they are brothers, afterall😏👬. Vincent almost chokes but Theo quickly gave him a glass of water. Hondje, are you trying to kill my broer🗣?! Arthur's anger melt away at your soothing voice & comforting hug🤗💗😌. He turned around in your arms and smiles at you💗☺️, "You are really adorable dove, I can't even stay angry with you💗😌😂", he embraced you gently making you sigh with relief🤗😌, "Thank you🥰😍💗!", you hugged him back happily🤗.

"But, I will forgive you on one condition😏?", Arthur winks at you😉. "Now, what is it😳🤨🤨?", you asked him with raised eyebrows, suspicious of his smirk. "Feed me fudge😁😍!", Arthur grinned at her. Cue-sound of Theo slapping his forehead🤦🏻‍♂️ & Vincent blushing furiously at his words😳. "Are you really sure😅?", you smiled at him awkwardly looking back towards the brothers😅. "Absolutely, sweetheart💗😁😍!", he replied with a playful grin. "Spare me this physical display of affection🙄😑😠!", Theo sighed, glaring at him. "You are not going anywhere, my best friend💗😎🙅🏻‍♂️!", Arthur said wrapping his hand around his broad shoulder😏. "Who is your best friend, klootzak😠?", Theo glared at him. "You are my best friend, I know you even love me so much💗😍😏👬!", Arthur hugged him🤗. "Ugh, gross, get off me😑🙄😒!", Theo said angrily trying to push Arthur off his shoulders😠. Vincent chuckled happily looking at the conversation b/w them😂💗😍. Cue-Theo's heart dancing & overflowing with love for his brother😍💗🕺🏻 obviously platonic😂.

So you feed him the fudge while Arthur wore the most smug look on his face😏💗💯 while Theo crossed his arms around his chest & rolls his eyes🙄 whereas on the other hand, Vincent had a faint blush covering his cheeks🥰💗 while he wore his usual sweet and angelic smile as he watches you both happily😇💗 blessing you both internally🙌🏻. You were obviously flustered under their gazes😳🙈 and Arthur was enjoying the cute look on your face, 100%😏💗👍🏻. Curse you, sherlock writer🙄😒🤣🤣!

As all of them finished eating their breakfast and preparing to leave the dining hall when you came with this amazing idea💗💯😍. "Theo? Vincent?👀💛", you called the brothers. They both turned back at the same time to look at you🤔. Arthur looks at you curiously👀, already knowing by the look in your eyes that you are going to request something from the Dutch brothers💛👀🙏🏻. "So I wanted to tell you both that today is my holiday from work & luckily you both are also free today, so can you both spend this bright day with me😍💛🥰🙏🏻?", you looked at the brothers in anticipation giving the most adorably puppy look you could muster towards them🐶💛. Cue Arthur (offended gasp)- Hey luv, what about me😱?

The brothers turn to look at each other and back at you with happy smiles🥰💗. "Obviously, MC, we would love to spend our day with you😇🥰💯! Isn't it Theo☺️?", Vincent sweetly smiled at you while directing his gaze towards his younger brother👀💛. "Heh😏! If it's an request from our knabbeltje🐶, I have to fulfill her wish or else she will bite us🤣😏!", Theo smirked happily while giving you a head-pat. "I am not a puppy, Theo☹!", you pouted as he gave you head pat like he would give to his dear dog, King🐕. "Knock it off, Theo🙅🏻‍♂️🙍🏻‍♂️!", said Arthur as he removed Theo's hand from your head and wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him🤗💗. "Broer, we should get ready for the day🥰!", Theo smiled happily at Vincent. "Yes, Theo! Let's go💗😇!", said Vincent excitedly dragging him outside. "Be a good hondje and meet us in half at hour at the foyer😏🐕💗!", said Theo flashing a smirk at you. You nodded with a happy grin towards him😁💗. You turned to him and he was pouting adorably as you squeezed his cheeks😂😍, "You should know that you are always going to be with me with no questions😏💗😍!", you smiled giddily at him and his pout disappeared and replaces with a soft smile at you as he kissed you gently making you blush😘💗🙈.

Arthur came towards you with a helpless look on his face🥺 when you were getting ready for the day😍💁🏻‍♀️💄. "What happened, Arthur🤔?", you asked him curiously. "Luv, please help me with this collar😩!", he said, groaning. "Why, suddenly👀? You always adjust your collar yourself, don't you😏?", you smirked at him. Arthur looks at you with the pleading gaze🙁 while you giggle happily😂💗🥰😍. Well, wrong move, as soon as you came within his reach😏, he wraps his arms around your waist with a killer smile as you adjusted his collar😍. It was hard not to stare at his jaw, neck and his chest while you were at it👀, he is so stunning💯💗😍, your heart couldn't stop pounding wildly in your chest💓 TOO DISTRACTING. "Luv, you are blushing😏💗😁!", Arthur grinned at you. "Obviously, I will, you are so perfect, damn it💯🙈💗😠!", you pouted at him flashing a fake glare at him to hide your reddening cheeks😕🙈. Arthur.exe.stopped.working🤯. He was taken aback by your sudden genuine and adorable revelation😲 and he chuckled happily while his laughter ring in your ears😂💗, he kissed your forehead and hide you in his arms💗🤗😘, "You can blush as much as you want near me😏!", Arthur said with a very playful tone. "Arthur, I can't breathe😨!", you said, your head spinning😵. Why MC, is it because of tight hug or his features, if you know what I mean *ehem* 😏? Arthur releases you from his embrace but doesn't let go of you as he stare at you with loving eyes😍💗. The pure & a very happy smile on his face✨😍💗🥰 towards melts you into the puddle😍💓.

When you both went to the foyer, the dutch brothers were already waiting for you⏳. "You are late, hondje🐕! Why😒?", asked Theo grumpily. You quickly flashed a glare 😠😒 at your boyfriend who was grinning besides you😎😁. "Thanks to him, we got 10 mins late🤦🏻‍♀️! Sorry🙇🏻‍♀️!", you said with a sweet & apologetic smile😅. "Don't worry MC, we are glad that you both are finally here😍💗! Let's go🕺🏻!", Vincent smiled at you happily and walks outside😍💗. Theo shoved his hands into his pockets as he walks along with his brother as you both followed them, holding hands💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♂️🤝🏻💗. As soon as you both stepped outside, all of you caught the sight of two adorable bundle of happiness💗😍. King and Vic leapt on Theo and you respectively🐕 as you stumble back from the impact😨 and Theo fell down🤣. "King! Get off me, boy! Sit back down🗣!", Theo ordered King but the happy dog couldn't stop showering him with kisses🐕😘💗. Arthur was laughing hard seeing Theo at the mercy of his dear dog🤣. "Stupid mutt! I will get back at you😡!", Theo glared at Arthur. Even Vincent was laughing at his adorable brother😂 who was struggling with his pet😩 and flashed helpless look towards his elder brother🥺. "Broer, I am happy that you are laughing🥰 but pleaseeee help me😢!", Theo groaned😫. "Okay, okay, sorry Theo😂💗!", Vincent laughed as he helped Theo to get up🤝🏻 and patted King's head as the golden retriever wagged his tail happily🐕💗. Vic settled himself in your arms as you stroked his back smiling happily and kissing his head🥰😘. Cue-Arthur being jealous🙍🏻‍♂️.

He stood infront of you and poked his cheeks😏💗. You understood his intentions and you smirked at him😏 as you pushed his face away😂🤣 and ran together with Vic, laughing at his stunned expression😲. "MC, you are not getting away😏!", Arthur said as he followed you. Arthur caught you both in his embrace as you both were laughing while Vic looks at both of you happily with twinkle in his eyes👀✨ from under your arms🤗💗. "Stupid kids😒!", Theo grunted. "Theo🤨", Vincent raised his eyebrow at him. "Sorry🙇🏻‍♂️!", he straightens up. "That's my good boy😍🥰💗!", said Vincent returning to his usual sweet, angelic smile as he patted his head😇. "Bro...Broer...😱😲! Why..why are you patting my head like I am a dog...🐕😳?!", Theo asked, blushing furiously, his mind went blank, as he stared at Vincent, dumbfounded🤐😯. His elder brother only chuckled at his question and adorably flustered expression😂💗😍. Theo wouldn't admit but he loves getting pampered by his elder and dear brother😍💗💯✨. You all played with your favourite four-legged companions🐕💗. Cue-Theo smiling so softly while giving treats to the dogs☺️🤗. "Theo, you are smiling! Can you smile like that for me😏💗?", Arthur smirked as he stood beside him. Theo grabbed him from his collar and raised a fist towards to hit him, "I would gladly punch you👊🏻😠!", said Theo as he glared at his bestfriend. "Schei uit, Theo🤨! Be nice!", Vincent again saved Arthur from the clutches of Theo again💯😇✨ by squeezing his cheeks. "Uwaah...Bro..Broer...😯", Theo said, embarrassed😳. Arthur snickered😂🤭. You couldn't stop laughing at the funny scene infront of you🤣🤣 while they all turn to look towards you and smile happily themselves🥰❤.

You all would definitely go to the art gallery✨😍🖼. Your eyes would literally shine with excitement going through the amazing creations of the artists💗💯✨😍. Cue-Theo smiling proudly😏. Vincent would gladly join you and tell you his perceptions about the meaning behind every painting❤😇😍💯. "Heh😏! She looks so adorable😍❤🥰!", Arthur said happily as he looks at your happiness😍💗✨. "She is an intelligent hondje to recognize the true art🐕💯🖼!", Theo said proudly. "Obviously, she is perfect, afterall she is my luv💯✨😍💗!", Arthur said smirking at him😏. "Now, don't get too cocky, Arthur😒!", Theo sighed at him & let out a happily smile☺️.

As you all went outside, you wore a devilish smirk on your face😈 as you caught the sight of something very useful. This is going to be so much fun💯✨🤣🤣. "Theooo😍❤🥰~!", you said in a very sweet voice🎶. "You are freaking me out😳, Hondje, what's with the sudden change in your attitude🤨🤔?", Theo asked, glaring at you, his tone extremely suspicious👀. You turned to look at him😍 and he let out a horror scream😱, "BROER😱!". Cue-Vincent and Arthur: R.I.P ears🙉. "HONDJE! WHAT THE HELL😱! DON'T BRING THAT THING CLOSE TO ME! KEEP THAT AWAY😱!", Theo shrieked as you stepped closer towards him😈. You held a very beautiful and adorable white cat right infront of his face😏😻. "Promise me you would stop treating me like a dog😏🐕!", you grinned mischievously as you brought the cat more closer towards him😻. "THAT'S NEVER HAPPENING😱! BROER🗣!", Theo nearly burst into tears😢 as he ran away from you as you gave him a long chase🏃🏻‍♂️😻👈🏻🏃🏻‍♀️. Cue-Arthur wheezing hard🤣💯 and Vincent shaking his head, facepalming🤦🏻‍♂️ and letting out a worried smile😅.

"I will never forgive you, Hondje😡!", Theo said glaring at you, extremely infuriated. "I am extremely sorry I took it too far🙇🏻‍♀️, I was merely teasing you🤷🏻‍♀️, pleaseee💗! I will make you load of pancakes🥞 and help you in your work tomorrow😍💯💗🥺!", you pleaded him trying to seek forgiveness of your friend💗. "Theo, she didn't mean it in a bad way🤷🏻‍♂️, please forgive her☺️!", said Vincent trying to convince his brother with a very soft smile💗🤗. Theo sighed hearing his brother's words and nodded "Fine😌!". "Thank you Theo💛☺️!", you smiled extremely relieved. "Honestly Theo, you are such a baby🤣🤣!", Arthur was laughing remembering that comical chase. "Shut up! I will wipe that stupid smile off your face right now😡👊🏻!", Theo said angrily grabbing his collar again. "Theo, calm down🤨!" "Yes, broer🙇🏻‍♂️!".

As you all were walking on the road of Paris, you spotted a small girl crying👧🏻😭. "What happened dear? Why are you crying😥?", you went over to him and get down to match her height as the three men came behind you, their faces showing extreme concern for the little girl🤔😥. "I am lost😭!", the girl wailed as you wrapped her in your embrace🤗💗. "Little girl👧🏻, you are with me, you will found your mommy very soon💯💗😍! Happy😏🕵🏻‍♂️?", Arthur said with a very gentle smile trying to cheer the girl up by wiping her tears🥰🤗. "Yes, this extremely stupid man is good in these cases😏!", Theo commented. You tried to stifle your laughter hearing his words🤭. "Theo, you are a devil👿, was that an compliment or an insult🤨😒?", Arthur asked, frowning at him😩. "Stop, you will make me blush🥰, the choice is yours for the question😎💯😏", Theo replied with a smirk which made the little girl laugh🤣 making everyone relaxed🥰💗. "Now, sweet little girl👧🏻, tell me everything🕵🏻‍♂️!", Arthur asked her about the details. Taking all clues into consideration, he found her mother in no time🕵🏻‍♂️💯😎. The little girl was so happy after finding her mother😍👩‍👧, she threw her arms around him and kissed on his cheek😘🤗💗. "Thank you so much, Mr.Detective🕵🏻‍♂️💯!", the girl said with a cheerful voice😍. You melted at the sight of Arthur's face wearing a very gentle smile and his eyes moist🥺 & shining with happiness✨💗. Theo and Vincent smiled happily standing besides each other seeing the little girl reunite with her mother👩‍👧, they nodded at each other happily😍👬.

You all went to the park to eat the delicious lunch made by Sebastian💗😍🥰. "Delicious😋💗💯✨!", you exclaimed happily while eating the food. Theo, Vincent and Arthur nodded👍🏻, enjoying themselves in the garden filled with various colourful flowers including sunflowers🌻🌹🌸🌷. Arthur lay down on your lap while you comb through his hair using your fingers, smiling gently at him🥰😍💗 while he let out an extremely satisfied sigh with his eyes closed😍💗. On the other hand, Theo was already sleeping on Vincent's lap😴 while he draws happily on his sketchbook with a soft smile on his face🎨🖼👨‍🎨💗😍. Even Arthur fell asleep when you were caressing his hair with utmost love😴💗. "They both looks so adorable, don't they Vincent😍💗🤭?", you asked murmuring happily. "Yes, I love them💗! I feel so blessed😇!", said Vincent happily. "So do I💯😇", you nodded happily. When they both woke up, it was near sunset and curiosity got the better of Theo as he noticed Vincent's sketchbook🤔👀. "Broer, what did you draw today🥰😍💗? Please show me👀!", Theo requested him🙇🏻‍♂️. His eyes went wide as he stared at his brother's art of him sleeping on the sofa during morning and him playing with King😱😲, he exclaimed happily, "MAGNIFICENT💯✨💗! I love you, broer💗!", he couldn't stop himself from crying😭 and hugged Vincent tightly making him stumble back a little🤗💗. "Waaah! Theo! Hehehe! I love you too💗😆🥰🤗😇!", Vincent giggled as he rubbed his back gently as his younger brother cried😭😭. You and Arthur looked at each other👫🏻 and smiled at them happily🥰. "You looked adorable while crying😏!", Arthur said giggling. "I was not crying😒! I will kill you😡!", Theo replied glaring at him. "Aww, but I know you adore me so much to kill me~🎶💗😏!", Arthur laughed happily🤣. You and Vincent giggled happily😂😂💗💗.

You all would go to various shops with Vincent and Theo purchasing all the art materials🖼🎨👨🏻‍🎨💗🥰 while you would have to dragged pouting Arthur☹ away from purchasing too expensive items❌🙅🏻‍♀️. "Arthur, noooo!" "Dove, pleaseee💗🥺" "Noooo🙅🏻‍♀️". Vincent shook his head, smiling gently🥰💛 while Theo grins like a sadist seeing Arthur's misery😏😂👍🏻. Theo: Noo👁👄👁! Finally you settled on a very beautiful floral dress 🥀 as a gift from Arthur for always working hard, taking care of everyone💯😍 and for just simply loving him💗😍😘 👗. He was smiling like he won everything in the world after you accepted his gift😍💗🥰💛😘🤗. Even you gifted him a ink pen, which made him extremely happy💗😍🕺🏻🤗💛💯.

You all went to the cafe to enjoy drinks🍻💗🎉🎊 & chat over random topics😂😏😒🥰 when Theo and Arthur drank too much🥃. "I loveeeee MC so much💗🥰~!! She is so adorableeee~😍😘🤗🎶! Ah, my heart can't stay calm💓! She brings happiness to this old chap's life🥺❣🌞✨!", Arthur said slurring on his words. "I loveeee my brother so much💗😍! He is toooo kind🥰, he is an angel😇, he is such an talented artist👨🏻‍🎨🎨🖼! He is the best!", said Theo, his cheeks flushed. "MC is best💯💗!" "Broer is best💯💗!" "MC🙋🏻‍♀️!" "Broer🙋🏻‍♂️!" "Stop it, you two🤣🤣!", you said laughing trying to hide your embarrassment hearing Arthur's feelings for yourself🥺😍💗🥰🙈. Even Vincent couldn't stop blushing furiously hearing Theo's words of appreciation for him😍😳🙈💗🥰. "You both are so adorable🤣🤣💗💗!", Vincent chuckled at both of them happily. Arthur and Theo hugged you and Vincent🤗💗 respectively while you both were dragging them outside on their feet infront of so many people🤣👥🤣. "Are you okay there, MC😯? Shall I help you with Arthur🤔?", Vincent asked helping Theo to walk with extreme ease strong angel😇💪🏻😎💯. "I am but he is 💯 times more clingy right now as compared to when he is sober though he is so cuteee🥰🤗🤣💗😍!", you said while giggling and poking his cheek😍😘🤣 while his arm was wrapped around your shoulder as he staggered😌 but you held him properly💗💯😍. "Hehehe, MC, I love youuuu~🎶💗😂🥰!", said Arthur happily. "I lovee you too🎶💗~!", you replied him with the same smile as his as you and Vincent carried the boys back to the mansion🥰💗. You and Vincent🥰 said your goodnight to each other🥰💗 as he carried sleeping Theo over his shoulder back towards him room😴.

You helped Arthur to get into the bed while he was still singing praises about you in his dreamlike state, "You are so precious to me, MC💗👸🏻😍", Arthur said with a very happy smile💗💯🎶😍. You smiled giddily as you put the covers over him while he pulled you in the bed😱 and wraps his arms around you gently, your head on his strong chest💗🎶💯, you stayed there❣, in his comforting warmth🥰💗, listening to his heartbeat💓💯🎶😍, when he whispers in a sleepy tone, "Sleep well my dear, luv..zzzz...😍💗😴!", Arthur said with a sleepy and gentle tone as he fell deep asleep😴💗. "Hehehe🤭💗, you too, dear Arthur😍💗😘🥰!", you kissed him on his cheek😘 as you drifted off to sleep as well💗😴.

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Hi I have a writing promt.

A story that is written from both pov's that shows Draco and Harry falling in love with each other. Little moments together where they fall a bit more in love. Things they do that make the other thing "Wow I'm so in love with him". Ect.

Harry had always been starkly aware of Draco, but it was after the war, in the Wizengamot, when he actually noticed him for the first time.

Draco was sitting next to Pansy Parkinson, holding her hand so tight that he was leaving white marks. Harry got a glimpse of them when Pansy was called to give her testimony.

Then the unthinkable happened. Instead of demurring, which she was allowed to do –was expected by everyone to do, was what every other member of a Death Eater family had done so far– Pansy answered all the prosecutor’s questions. She gave true testimony and denied her parents the imperius defence.

Draco was waiting for her when she came down from the stand. He grabbed her hand and led her away with measured steps so it wouldn’t look like they were running.

 *

The second time Harry noticed Draco like that, as a person rather than as an opponent, was, coincidentally, the first time Draco saw Harry as Harry. Not as a school enemy or a war enemy or The Boy Who Lived or The Saviour Of The Wizarding World. Not even as Harry Potter. He saw Harry as just Harry.

It probably helped that Harry was unrecognizable under a thick layer of soot and grime so Draco didn’t know who he was calling an idiot. Draco also yelled to stop immediately and step back and, miraculously, Harry did. No hesitance.

Not all Death Eater had been arrested and not every awful individual had joined Voldemort, which meant that there were plenty of terrible people out in the world. Someone, Death Eater or not, had attacked Wisteria House. The house where rescued and freed house-elves were hosted.

Draco understood that the house-elves weren’t the goal. They were just the bait, a cheap collateral. The point of the attack was to have someone (maybe Harry, most probably Granger), cross the door quickly, without looking around them, and walk straight into a deathly trap.

Draco saw the trap, called out a warning and Harry listened. He listened to Draco.

Both of them walked away with a different opinion of the other. No one comes out the same from a burning building.

 *

 The third time went like this.

“Occupied.”

“Je- Blimey!”

“Find your own corner in the shadows to hide, Potter. This one is mine.”

“I don’t have time to find another spot.”

“Too bad. W- wait! No, quit it!”

“Scoot over! We can share.”

“No, we can’t. This is my dark spot, go away.”

“Either we share or I make sure they find you too.”

“As if I care. I’m not hiding from your devotees. Go away.”

“It’s Clay Buckthorn.”

“… be quiet, then.”

They hid in there for an hour, talking in whispers and sharing a bottle of butterbeer, while Secretary Buckthorn, the most persistent and insufferable politician to ever crawl out of the Ministry, looked around for a popular face to join his campaign. They were about to leave when in came Rita Skeeter, pressuring Percy Weasley to answer her questions. They watched from the shadows as she pressed and cajoled and he resisted. It was a bit like watching some sort of fight sport, only after ten minutes they weren’t sure who they were supporting.

 *

Harry thought Draco was dating Pansy Parkinson and maybe he still was. Evidently, it was all for show. No need to read so much into it.  

There was this old witch complaining about tradition and values. Nothing no one hadn’t heard before many times. People these days had no respect, it was disgraceful and so on. But then she turned to Dennis Creevey and his boyfriend (some Slytherin kid, Harry didn’t know him), and she asked if their families weren’t ashamed of them. Two men together. They ought to be.

Harry wasn’t sure if she knew about Dennis’ brother or not. It was hard to believe that people could be so deliberately cruel to a stranger. The question stopped him from immediately jumping to her neck. He had been accused of blowing things out or proportion before. And by before, he meant that morning when he called out that rude shopper who cut the line before a goblin.

Meanwhile, Draco rolled his eyes in that magnificent way of his. For someone who acted so proud and proper, Draco had a very expressive face and the rolling of his eyes was a spectacle to behold. He stood from his table, grabbed Theo Nott by the lapels, and kissed him on the mouth long and hard right in the middle of the crowded restaurant. Afterwards he sat down, perfectly composed, and both Theo and him turned to look at the witch like the smuggest pair of snakes in the forest.

The witch left the restaurant soon after. Dennis lost the wretched look on his face and Harry paid the bill on Draco’s table, earning a nod from him on the way out.

*

The day Draco’s heart began to beat a different rhythm was a hot Thursday in summer and someone had tried to kill him.

It wasn’t a particularly well thought attack and Draco took precautions. He wouldn’t have gotten anything worse than an intense headache and maybe some sore muscles. Still, Harry felt the need to push him to the floor and shield him with his body from the sparks and shrapnel falling over them. Harry had stopped the hex in mid-air, which was admittedly impressive. Draco watched the purple rivulets of the failed curse slowly descending around them and wondered if he was in shock. That would be embarrassing. This clumsy attack on his life didn’t deserve any shock.

Harry jumped from him (so nimble!) and chased down the would-be murdered, on foot, like a muggle. He, he just ran down the street, didn’t even cast a spell until he caught up to him and brought him to the floor. Draco was sorry to miss that part, although there were very good pictures on the newspaper the next day. Harry looked amazingly heroic. One of the pictures had him jumping in mid-air.

Draco didn’t know if this was something Harry did for everybody or if it was just for him, nor did he care. His chest and stomach and… other parts, were confused enough about how to feel, and his heart, in particular was beating to a new tune.  

*

So Draco could make moving shadows to play stories and it was amazingly beautiful and Harry loved it, he loved it, and no, it was not the potion talking, he was perfectly sound of mind. St Mungo was about to let him go! But Draco had come visit him and when Harry complained about being dreadfully bored, Draco had put on this absolutely magical spectacle (yes, Harry knew they were both wizards, it was still magical; no, no potion talking, it was an honest opinion). In the end Harry stayed the night, just like the mediwitch had begged him to, and fell asleep with the shadows performing a dance before him.

*

Draco didn’t call it love because he was quite an obstinate young man, but he was at that stage where he would easily admit that he was willing to lay down his life for Harry. He only had trouble with the word, not with the sentiment itself and its manifestation.

They were at the Ministry. It should be a pretty simple and straight-forward process. Go in, Pansy signs the documents, Draco bears witness and signs his own documents, go out. But of course it wouldn’t be so simple. A pretty pureblood witch doing anything against her family was a spectacle. The press wanted photos, people wanted to see it live, and, of course, there was the ever present mob who just wanted to shout awful things. Usually Pansy dealt with the mob by herself, swiftly and with a sting.

But today was different, hence why Draco had informed Pansy he would be accompanying her before she could ask him to. It wasn’t like the day she gave her testimony, but it was close enough. In a way, it was worse. A year ago they had her testimony to think about. Today it was just signing a document. That could hardly distract them from the crowd waiting for them.  

A push. A yelp. A crash. And Harry Potter gallantly preventing a very old wizard from having a huge flower vase fall on top of him. Somehow, Harry didn’t cast protego in time, so he avoided being brained by the vase but was splashed by the water and stood completely drenched in the middle of the Ministry main hall.

Across the mass of curious people and reporters and workers and people who had come to shout awful things, Harry looked at Draco. He gave him A Look. If he had more time, Draco would stop and think of a suitable metaphor for Harry’s eyes, their colour and intensity. But he didn’t, so he grabbed Pansy by the elbow and together they crossed the hall without the crowd noticing. Everyone’s attention was naturally fixed on the way the Saviour of the Wizarding World’s wet clothes clung to his chest.

Afterwards, once he had seen Pansy safely (and discreetly) home, Draco went to find Harry. He was perfectly dry now, but he had a faint scent of flowers around him.

“The rose garden is lovely in June,” Draco said, which should be enough but of course Harry didn’t understand him. Harry was kind, brave, handsome and clever in the most useless way so Draco had to actually explain, with words, that Weasley and Granger must have realize by now the extent of their fame and what it would mean if they married at the Burrow, where anyone could break in. Hence, why Draco mentioned his lovely rose garden where they could get married if they chose to without anyone invading their privacy.

“Hermione’s extended family is muggle.” Harry said, and dear Merlin it was even worse than Draco thought. They were going to pick a muggle place. So not only people breaking in, but a violent attack against the muggles too. Just what you want for a wedding.

“The Malfoy family marries for power, not blood purity.” Draco explained in a whisper. “There is no repello muggletum in our houses.”

“What!?” Harry cried, drawing immediate and sharp attention to them so they had to leave quickly and find a quiet place where Draco explained that Grandmother Imogen –that is, Lucius Malfoy’s mother– was a muggle but, most importantly, a peer of the Realm.

Harry stood in shocked silence for a minute, and after a lot of “whats” and “hows” and “no, really, how could you join Voldemort?” he accepted to at least extend Draco’s offer to the happy couple.  

*

Draco said he didn’t plan on attending the wedding. Just because he was offering his summer house it didn’t mean he expected an invitation. He got one anyway, because Draco had showed them his summer house and two country houses belonging to his muggle cousins and was very careful not to mention Malfoy Manor at any point. Ron appreciated it even more than Hermione.  

He rejected the invitation anyway because he said he much preferred to sit by the gates and send stinging hexes to anyone trying to intrude. It was his one chance to curse people indiscriminately and he didn’t want to waste it.

He showed up later, during the reception, looking handsome and with a pleased smile on his face. He grabbed a glass of champagne, immediately transformed it from a flute to a pompadour without wasting a drop, and sat himself next to Aunt Muriel whom he proceeded to engage in a long and acrid dispute until Ron and Hermione had left. Dear Aunt Muriel didn’t get a chance to insult the bride, or the groom, or any of their families really.

It was right then, while Draco forged a lifelong enemy (her life, not his) by insulting her garden (how did he know so much about flowers), that Harry realized he was in love. He was in love. He was in love. He wanted to be with Draco and insult people together and scandalize prejudiced old bats until they themselves were old bats.

*

Harry picked up a fight with the officiant (to be fair, that comment about the goblins was very unfortunate) and they ended up getting married at a muggle register’s office and Draco was so, so, happy. His family was obviously displeased. Cousin Nerissa said that her fiancée could officiate and was very offended when Fred Weasley said no one wanted to be married by a man named Cuthbert. It was amazing. George Weasley sat next to Cousin George, the baron. Hermione and Ginny Weasley started a fight with the most traditional-minded relatives (from every side). Cousin Audrey came out to the family when she was caught propositioning Luna Lovegood. Pansy Parkinson got engaged to no less than three lords and said they could sort between themselves who got to marry her.

Draco was so in love. It was amazing.

#asks #verse:finding common ground and falling in love #what is it with flute glasses anyway #it's impossible to find pompadours these days #harry potter #draco malfoy #Anonymous #textpost

[marianagiuseppe67]

Triggers: no triggers, only Arthur being a massive seducer and a bit of a jerk 😂. Some innuendos are there. It can be read by ages 15 and above.

Growing Feelings

Hues of faint blue streamed through the half drawn curtains in the silence of the hallways. A drop of water was dripping continuously from a leaky tap in the kitchen, its sound resounding in the quietude. Sparrows and robins that frequented Le Comte's garden had already begun their day chirping away merrily, their wings fluttering about excitedly. Dew drops graced the petals of the crimson, lavender and fuchsia roses around the lawn and the gazebo. The mansion was steeped in a peaceful silence that characterized the hours of dawn.

The residents of the house were by no means early risers except for Sebastian, their steadfast butler and their newest addition Magnolia, whose lone figure could be seen strolling about near the roses in this hour of twilight. It made for an intriguing spectacle for an onlooker.

Humming distractedly by herself, she closely observed the beauty of the flowers that swayed gently in the crisp morning breeze. An aroma of fresh milk tea wafted from her cup which she held in both hands to warm her palms from the chilly air. She sauntered over to the gazebo, sipping her tea slowly and sat down comfortably on the ornate wooden bench. She quietly took in the tranquillity of her surroundings and pondered deeply about her current stay.

'Had it not been for the fateful day in the Louvre, I wouldn't have been here today. All because of one door' she mused.

Today marked the thirteenth day of her arrival at the mansion. The past few days had gone by in a blur, and just about everyone had been warm and friendly towards her. Well, just about everyone, except for Theo and Sebastian. She felt a growing sense of hostility from Sebastian because he wanted her to help him out in domestic chores which she had flatly refused to do. After all, Comte had treated her as a protected guest, so she saw no reason to serve as a maid just because Sebastian wanted her to be one. On the other hand, Theo had seen her go on her nightly sojourns and had become increasingly suspicious of her motives - quite rightly so. She didn't want to reveal her true identity nor her newfound purpose after her accidental venture into this time.

Conflictlingly on her part, she had found herself increasingly drawn to Arthur in a strange friendship of sorts and had felt that he too was drawn to her in an unsaid manner. He had also expressed his doubts about her, but unlike Theo, he didn't pose a threat to her.

In fact far from it, as he had even risked his life for her just two days ago. The bizarre events of that fateful night flashed through her mind as she absently sipped her tea; how Arthur had taken a bullet for her and how she had to save him, and yet the very sight of him feeding off of her had pleased her cold heart with an unexplained euphoria, a surge of power that she throughly relished, a growing desire where she wanted him to serve her. She wanted him for her own purpose, that was absolute, but the extent of her feelings for him were yet unclear to her. Was it a crush or just her ego? His appealing sultry charms? Or the fact, that she wanted to use him? She was uncertain about her own sentiments and hence, she didn't want to pursue her inexplicable feelings regarding him, thus arriving at the decision that she would distance herself from him.

"Busy much love?" A familiar voice spoke with a jovial lilt, thereby breaking her reverie.

She turned around to peer into a pair of deep blue eyes; eyes that were clever but also earnest; eyes without any hidden motive; eyes that she was mesmerized with.

"What brings you here this early?" She questioned skeptically.

"Well, I saw you from my window and decided to follow you here" he smirked, "..and there is no denying the fact that my presence brought a sparkle to your eyes.." he took a step towards her, grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't be deluded. The so called 'spark' you speak was simply annoyance." she scoffed.

"Interesting. Self denial and frustration are the first part of love." he chuckled.

"I'm quite tempted at the moment to break this tea cup on your head, but I'll give you the choice of the saucer too." Her eyes narrowed at him in seething anger.

'The nerve he has to suggest that I would "love" him! What a fool!' she fumed inwardly.

"I believe Sebastian would be utterly displeased. Why take it out on the crockery my wild flower? Just admit it. You want me." he murmured delicately, taking another step towards her seated figure.

"I'm not in the mood to jest. Leave me be." She muttered sourly and got up from the bench.

She was moving away from him when suddenly, he closed the distance between them in a single fell swoop and grabbed her wrist, the one she had fed him from. The flirtatious smile faded away from his handsome coutenance and was replaced by a sombre expression as his ocean blue eyes bore into her onyx ones.

She stared back into his sapphires, riveted by their unspoken words. His gloved hand held up her wrist reverently, his eyes examining it keenly. His thumb caressed gently over the smooth porcelain skin of her dainty hand, the blue veins of her wrist appearing perfectly intact under her translucent skin, like unbroken miniature streams. She liked the sensation but she showed no reaction. The silence between them seemed to linger for an eternity.

"Magnolia..." he finally whispered, "...what are you?"

He spoke softly, repeating his question from two nights ago, his implication becoming even more obvious as his fingers began to interlock themselves in hers as if welded together.

She gazed at him with a deadpan stare and answered resolutely.

"Don't meddle in things that aren't meant for you Arthur. Leave me alone."

As she irritably freed her hand from his grasp and turned around to leave, he pulled at her hand even more forcefully this time and clasped it with an iron grip. Astonished, she shot him a glare.

"Before you go back to your time, I will discover what you are and what your purpose is..." he stated in a matter-of-fact tone, his eyes point blank and then added with a wolfish smile, "...besides..I want more of this.." and brazenly, he raised her hand towards his lips, kissing it slowly, seductively, relishingly, the tip of his tongue trailing along her wrist.

Snatching away her hand in a heated flurry, she frowned and said icily, grimacing at him "And what if I only wanted to use you? You trust me that much?”

“Unequivocally", he answered spontaneously.

His eyes were honest, with not a trace of his typical foxy smile on his lips, instead an expression of solemnity clouding it.

Astounded at his admission, she exclaimed passionately, "But how can that be? You just proclaimed you want to investigate me. What kind of trust is that?"

She was perplexed at this contradiction.

His eyes studied her face amusedly and with an air of confidence, he continued, "You're far from the innocent thing you seem to be love -that- is undoubtedly true. I know you're hiding something and you have a purpose. As evasive as it is, I will eventually find out. It's just a matter of time."

He paused, a serious thought colouring his face. "That being said...I don't think you're a bad person. You wouldn't have saved me otherwise."

"Did it occur to you that I might have done that for myself and not you?" She retorted coolly.

"No. There was no mistaking the look of pure horror on your face when I was shot. That was your natural reaction. Call it my eye for detail, but the moment you started feeding me, that's when I sensed the change...it almost felt as though you were enjoying it."

She was quiet but deep down inside, she knew what he said was true. She had indeed been terrified when he got shot, fearing the worst but those feelings had dissipated gradually at the sight of him bleeding - and she knew precisely why.

"It appears I've hit the mark darling," he conjectured shrewdly.

"No.. I'm done with your nonsensical rubbish. Have a nice day spinning your fantasies." She remarked sardonically and began to leave .

For a third time, he reached out for her hand again, and clasped it albeit gently.

Finally losing her cool, she yelled out loud, her shrill voice breaking the calm of the morning, her face flushing beetroot red, “I must have been a truly horrible person in my past life, to have been cursed with your continued presence in this one!”

With all her strength, she shook away his large hand and he backed off, chuckling hard.

“Aw~ You know you love me," he trilled, his mirthful laughter ringing in the air, "You forgot the teacup. By Jove! We don't want Sebastian scolding you for leaving it here, do we now dear?"

Provocatively, he took a sip out of the leftover tea from the same teacup, a smug, devilish grin curving his mouth. His lips touched the same spot on it where Magnolia's lips had touched it minutes ago. Fully aware of the innuendo behind his gesture, he winked at her unabashedly. She stared daggers at him but to no avail.

Careful not to drop the teacup in her exasperation, she took it from him carefully. Turning her back to him promptly while he watched in amusement, she rushed back into the mansion, vowing not to see him again the entire day, her face set ablaze with emotions.

Secretly though, she felt the skin of her hand that he had touched tingle and burn quite pleasurably and the feeling warmed her heart.

#ikemen vampire fanfiction

[thechampagnecircus]

Forever in Love with Fall

The air is touched with chill as the sun sets each night.  Leaves are rustling as if eager for their upcoming wardrobe change.  The days are getting shorter, and summer drifts off to sleep for it’s annual slumber.  The oranges, reds, yellows and browns, anxious to replace the vibrant greens and blooms that have shone since Spring.  The settled smoke from smoldering wildfires to the West have finally waned and bluebird skies show their face again.  It is the first whispers of fall that need not be so timid.  I invite it with open arms, as I have since I was a kid.  It brings the unspoken pledge of warm hopeful togetherness and gratitude.  The approaching holidays awaited for their festivities abundant with plentiful meals, libations and laughs.  

Growing up, the fall brought not only the beginning of a new school year, but the Fryeburg Fair.  Since I can remember, I looked forward to it; like Christmas morning or the first day of school.  The carnival food, greasy, gooey and delightful. One of my favorites was funnel cakes. Though there were many stands throughout the grounds that offered them, we always went to the same place, owned by the same older couple.  Their funnel cakes were fluffy and golden brown, topped with a fluttered dusting of powdered sugar.  If I close my eyes I can almost smell the sweet steam coming off it, as I put the paper plate up to my mouth, inevitably getting sugar everywhere.  Another classic was Sunflower pizza. It always had a large line, but never disappointed with its oozing cheese and square shaped goodness.  The rides, rickety and terrifying, never failing to fulfil some quintessential desire to be scared and thrilled at the same time. Every year the Zipper seemed to get rustier and dicier, manned by someone sketchier and shadier. The events were classic; live music, the fireman’s muster, truck pulls, 4H competitions, and the pig scramble.  All of these things feel so deliciously Maine and have a special place in my memory.  

Once I was old enough to go off with my friends- before cell phones were a common commodity- the typical meeting place for my parents and I was the Waterwheel.  It was nothing special but for some reason harbors instant flashbacks.  It was just a smaller standalone version of a wheel seen on the sides of old mills, or in puzzle landscapes.  It’s perpetual motion, neverending and constant.  The soothing sound of moving water somehow resounded over the overwhelming din of the midway in the background.  The bottom gleamed with pennies and coins; people’s unforgotten wishes, praying to be granted.  It was not just the food, rides and good times that made it so special to me, but the bustle the Fair brought to our small, quiet town.  It promised excitement and a flurry of activity that I yearned for even as a kid.  I know other people loathed it, since it also brought a little bit of traffic fueled by crowds of flatlanders and leaf peepers.  I understand the skepticism of hordes of people flocking to an otherwise sleepy town, but I greeted it with sweet hopefulness.

It is funny how reminiscing about the Fair brings such joy yet longing that I can hardly describe.  I have to admit, it is one of the things I truly miss from home.  Every last week of September, the young girl in me’s stomach flips, ready for the lights of the ferris wheel, shouts of gleeful kids and the eccentric spectacle brought to you by Smokey’s Greater Shows.  In fact, I had my first kiss on the ferris wheel when I was 15.  How stereotypical is that?  I had my retainer in and everything.  It still makes me laugh and I wouldn’t have it any other way.  But it wasn’t just the fair that imprinted the fall season into my heart, but Thanksgiving as well.  

Now that I live in Canada -  I’m sorry my beloved and fellow Canadians - but Canadian Thanksgiving is just not the same.  Having said that, the only thing better than one amazing Thanksgiving meal and celebration, is two! Before Covid, my husband and I would make it back to Maine every other year for the holiday.  Moving forward, we have chosen to take some alternate trips with my parents instead.  Perhaps it is the end of an era, but the memories of Thanksgivings passed still flush my heart with enchantment.  The original feasts we had at the Farmhouse when I was young still paint a jovial picture.  My aunts, uncles and first cousins all came into town.  Again, I loved the life and busyness it brought.  The food of course was the major highlight.  A golden turkey, homemade gravy, whipped mashed potatoes, candied yams, and my grammy’s unparalleled pies.  My favorite was the rhubarb - amazing.  Great Aunt Theo’s tuna surprise which was a little scary and I think collectively avoided, though I am sure she meant well. My Aunt Jane’s dilly beans, that she grew and pickled, were also the tops.  To this day I buy pickled green beans from the store and they are NEVER as good.   The house was warm from crackling fireplaces and the residual heat from stoves and ovens being used all morning. The juxtaposition of the cold, grey air outside seemed to illustrate some universal balance that just always felt right.  Though November, in New England is truly chilly, rainy and topped with silvery muted skies, Thanksgiving was a glowing ember that paved the way for December and Christmas.  In my adulthood that same feeling still resonates.  

For the umpteenth time, I adore this season.  I want to drink all the apple cider, pumpkin spice lattes and robust reds I can.  I want to frolic among sunflowers, and dance beneath falling leaves like some paegan harvest nymph.  I think back to the days of apple picking at McSherry’s apple orchard, climbing the gnarled trees reaching out like giant botanical fingers.  We would eat as we picked, which looking back I am sure the apples were covered in pesticides and lord knows what.  But it was a simpler time, long before I let worries like that seep in.  The air always smelled impossibly fresh, and we took hay rides through pumpkin patches and rows of apple studded trees.  You would leave with bushels of McIntoshes and at least one jug of cider.  I could seriously gush all day.  But since I plan to make multiple posts confessing the utter obsession for this time of year, I will leave you with this.  Soak it in.  Even if you find this season irrelevant or trivial, try to embrace the change.  Stop to admire a colorful set of trees, the brisk sensation of cooler air in your lungs, or even the closing of what was hopefully a well spent summer.  Whatever it is that fills you with a grateful heart, try to grasp on and immerse yourself in the thankful essence of autumn. xx

Copyright © 2021 Carly Eddy.

#newengland #fall #yycwriter #journalling #autumn #fryeburgfair #smokeysgreatershows #maine #iloveme

[heistmaster69]

pariet lilium (4)

pariet lilium by @heistmaster69

A/N: sup.

warnings: minor kink talk, mentions of murder and death, partial nudity, talk of wounds, the word b*ner and t*ts.

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three

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“He wants to what?”

Frankie had been in the hospital wing for a day. One day. And Draco’s father wants to murder the hippogriffs?

“He said; he wanted to make sure those beasts don’t hurt anyone else.”

Frankie scoffed. “If only daddy knew the only reason I was hurt was because his perfect son got angry at a Hippogriff.”

“I wasn’t angry at the Hippogriff.” He spat.

“Sure.” She sat up and crossed her arms. “Why are you here anyway?”

“For your information, I’m worried about your idiot arse.”

“Shut up.” He’s worried about me?

“Mr. Malfoy, if you’ll excuse us, I have to change Frankie’s bandages.” Mrs. Pomfrey shooed Draco away from the bed and brought Frankie to her feet.

Frankie shrugged out of the hospital gown, feeling the tingling chill of the drafty hospital wing on her skin, left in just a pair of black underwear as Pomfrey replaced the bandages on her back.

“One more thing-Merlin-” Draco. He turned from the exit just in time to catch a glimpse of Frankie’s exposed body.

“Draco what are you doing? Get out you prat!” She whipped around, pulling the gown back over her chest.

He turned and covered his eyes. “I’m sorry Chess-wow-I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine, just go! Merlin. I cannot believe that he just saw me naked.”

Ms. Pomfrey paid no attention, clearly lost in her thoughts while wrapping up Frankie’s back. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You should be ready to get back now, your robes were sent back to your dorms.”

“Thanks, Ms. Pomfrey. I’ll see you later!”

“Hopefully not, my dear.” With a laugh, Frankie gathered her belongings and proceeded to the Common Room, her face glowing a bright crimson.

~

“There she is! All in one piece!” Pansy shouted, the Common Room turning to look at Frankie.

“She’s alive!” Daphne snorted.

“Hi, Frankie!” Cher was sitting with an arm wrapped around Daphne.

“Frankster! Back from the dead are you?” Blaise sauntered towards Frankie, wrapping her in a careful hug.

“Blaise I’m not gonna break, you can give me a real hug.” She squeezed him back, letting out an over-exaggerated grunt. “Where’s Malfoy?”

Theo turned from his books. “Came back a few minutes before you did. He looked very strange. Went right up to the dorms. Why?”

“He might’ve seen me half-naked in the infirmary.”

“What?” Her friends screamed, jumping up from the couches and hitting each other.

“You’re kidding!” Theo had a look of pure shock on his face. Blaise practically had to pick his jaw off the floor.

“What did he say?” Cher grabbed her arm and set her down in an armchair.

“Can I change first?”

“No.” Daphne and Pansy spoke in unison.

“Fine. He just blubbered sorry and left, I didn’t see his face. I was so embarrassed!”

“Frankie, why? You’re like-hot!” Cher slapped Frankie’s forearm with a scoff.

“Not to guys! They like skinny girls.” She looked at her feet.

“You have a fat arse. What else do they need?”

“Pansy, oh my god.” Frankie snorted.

“She’s not lying, you have nice tits too.”

“Will you guys please shut up about her tits?” Theo laughed. “Blaise has a boner.”

Blaise slammed a hand onto the table. “I do not have a boner.” He tipped his head. “If anyone does, it’s Malfoy.”

Frankie’s head shot up. “What? Why?”

“He has a thing for-”

Theo interrupted. “Blaise, he told us that in confidence.”

“Ugh, I hate it when you’re right.”

“You cannot do that!” Frankie shouted. “What-”

“What’s going on down here?” A familiar blonde head strolled into the commons.

“Absolutely nothing.” Cher coughed.

Pansy snorted. “Yeah, what she said.”

“Mhm.” Daphne nodded frantically. “With that, we have to go upstairs.”

“No, no, what?” Draco pressed.

“Blaise here almost spilled your secret kink.” Theo elbowed Blaise in the ribs, tipping a head towards Chess.

“I-it’s-she-not a kink!” Draco sputtered.

Cher giggled. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing.” Draco turned and stormed up the stairs, muttering curses under his breath.

The girls went up to the dorms, snuggling up into the beds. Daphne and Cher were cuddling on Daph’s bed, while Pansy laid on the end of Frankie’s. Frankie reached into her pillowcase, feeling the satin on her fingers and wrapping her hand around her journal.

“Uh oh everyone, the journal’s out,” Cher whispered.

“She’s gonna curse us all with her demon book.” Daphne yelled, wiggling her fingers in the air.

“Maybe it’s not spells,” Pansy spoke. “Maybe it’s actually just a secret diary where she writes about wanting to shag Leonardo Dicaprio.” The girls let out a string of laughter.

“You will never know.” Frankie opened her book and turned to her page on the Killing curse.

Killing Curse breaks the soul

Avada Kedavra

return soul to the victim

Horcruxes???

vitam reditu quo capta est revertere anima

victim’s soul is taken during the curse and used to grant more life to the user of the curse

1. preserve the body and heal the body

2. locate victims soul

3. incantation with hand on heart repeat until the soul is returned. (revertere anima)

4. possibility to kill user of the killing curse

“I think I’ve figured it out.” She gasped.

i have to take the victim’s soul from the horcrux, and use the incantation revertere anima to return the victim’s soul to their body.

“No way.” Cher slid out of Daphne’s arms and peeked over into the book as Pansy and Daphne followed. “You have to tell Dumbledore!”

“I can’t believe it, Frankster. You might’ve just made history.” Pansy shook Frankie’s shoulders. Frankie sat there, jaw hanging, hazel eyes wide. “Frankie?”

“I-I did it!” She laughed. “I did it!” Frankie jumped up and down, screaming with her friends in their dorm. She felt as if she were floating in the clouds, butterflies in her stomach. “I can’t believe I did it!”

“We’re gonna have a party tonight.” Daphne teased. “A big one. Cher, you get drinks, Pans, you decorate, I’ll get guests.”

“I’m gonna go talk to Dumbledore!” Frankie stood up, grabbing a sweater. “Thank you for the party! I’ll be back.”

~

“How does one so young have a mind so wise?” Frankie stepped into Dumbledore’s large office, the smell of parchment and smoke in the air, the room glowing orange with the sunset shining through the windows. There were books strewn across the floor, ancient-looking artifacts scattered on the walls and throughout the floor, not making it look messy, but making the room seem homey. “We have all been told that it’s impossible, but you have looked past that and created one of the most amazing spells ever to exist.” Dumbledore sat behind his desk, half-moon spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, a look of wonder on his face.

“I can’t believe no one has done it sooner.”

“No one has looked into the spiritual world as much as you have, and therein lies the answer.” He flipped the page. “This will require much practice, you know.”

“I know. I’ll have to meditate daily if I want to reach the spiritual world.” Frankie said. “But it’s worth it.”

“One hundred points to Slytherin.” He chuckled.

“Thank you so much, professor!” Frankie took the bound journal from his outstretched hand, watching as he walked slowly to a cabinet and took out his wand. A basin of water floated out of the cabinet as Dumbledore drew his wand, extracting a glowing white wisp from his temple and placing it in the Pensieve.

“No, child. Thank you.”

~

The rest of the year flew by. Draco acted very strangely since the day in the common room. But the Hippogriffs, much to Frankie’s excitement, somehow escaped in the middle of the night. The same night, however, the ‘murderer’ Sirius Black was in the castle. Apparently, he was an Animagus, and innocent, as she suspected. Remus Lupin was a werewolf, and will not be returning to Hogwarts next year. It was a shame, really. Frankie enjoyed his classes. But with that, the school year had ended, sending Frankie back to be dressed up like a doll and flaunted to every family in the Sacred 28.

Great.

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we will continue to book four next!

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[thecleverdame]

Gods of Twilight - 10

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Human!Reader

Master List (posting schedule is there as well)

Summary: You marry Sam, The King of Lebanon, as part of an alliance between two lands. You soon discover that nothing is as it appears and that your husband is hiding a secret that may end your relationship before it can begin.

Warnings: smut, dub-con, canon-level violence, domestic discipline, spanking

Beta:  ilikaicalie

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“Are you mad woman?” Theo yells, slamming the heavy book down on the table with a boom.

“Lower your voice, good sir!” you hiss, taking a step back.

He’s a large man, nearly twice your size and formidable on a good day.

“The Kingdom's coffers aren’t your personal funds,” he spits, coming around the table. “I’m entrusted with great responsibility. Don’t make the mistake of thinking your title allows you unfettered access. If you were anyone else I’d have you stripped and flogged-”

“Watch your mouth, Actuary.” Sam steps into the room and you slink back away from both men.

“My King.” Theo bows, jaw tightening. “Please forgive me.”

“You’ll not speak to my wife in such a way.” Sam glances at you, taking a step to put himself between you and Theo. “Need I remind you you’re in the presence of a Queen?”

“Of course not, my lord. A thousand apologies, m’lady.”

“Do you accept his apology?” Sam turns, handing the power to you. “Or should I have him stripped and flogged for speaking to you in such a way?”

“I accept his apology,” you nod. Theo is glaring at you, nostrils flaring as he tries and fails to hide his discontent.

“If I ever hear of you speaking to her like that again, I’ll take care of you myself.” Sam points a finger at the financier who nods his head in return.

“I understand, sir. I don’t know what came over me.”

Sam looks him over, before reaching to take your arm. You scurry beside him as he marches you down the hallway, several knights behind you. Once in the privacy of your bedchambers, he turns to you, eyes narrowing.

“What was he upset about?”

“I wrote a note, a promise of funds.”

“How much.”

“A thousand shillings,” you whisper, afraid of his response.

“A thousand?” He cocks an eyebrow, taking a step toward you. “Why? For who?”

“There is a woman in the village who takes in wayward children, those that no one else will care for. Her house is full, but the walls are crumbling and they’re starving. There was no bread to eat, no wood for the fire. Not even enough blankets for all the little ones. I had to do something.” You raise your chin, despite your fear of him.

Sam stares at you for a moment, cocking his head in thought. “Why a thousand?”

You’re taken off guard by this question, pausing to explain. “Golda and Phillip helped me estimates costs. She needed a builder for her walls, food and clothes for the children. We created a list of costs and threw in a bit extra.”

For the first time since you’ve known him a genuine smile crosses his face as he chuckles. “Well, it sounds like you did your due diligence.”

“Would you have preferred I ask your permission?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “You seem to be doing just fine on your own.”

-

It’s almost midnight. You’re sitting in a chair near the fire, reading and sipping tea when Sam returns.

“Are you hungry?” you ask without looking up. Over the last several weeks he’s made a point of having supper with you nearly every night. Tonight however he was noticeably absent.

“I’ll eat later,” he answers, walking over to you. “Get up and get dressed.”

“Now?” You look at him, trying to suss out what he’s playing at.

Sam is trying to put what happened behind you, but you’re afraid you’ll always feel wary of him.

Not to mention your added security detail. A walk in the village flanked by two dozen guards isn’t a walk, it’s a spectacle. Your life has narrowed down to this room and the small gardens within the Castle’s keep.

“Yes, now,” he instructs, throwing a thick cloak over his shoulders. “Put on something warm, we will be outside for some time and snow has started to fall.”

He waits, standing in the middle of the room as you get up and slink out of your nightdress and into a gown. Once you’re fully dressed in a cloak, hat, and thick fur gloves, he ushers you out of the room.

The halls are empty, the stones echoing with footfall as you walk behind him, following for what feels like a lifetime. You descend down toward the stables only to find a garrison of knights readying their horses.

“You’ll ride with me,” Sam instructs, gesturing toward a huge dappled horse that whinnies as it looks at you.

“I know how to ride,” you offer but he’ll hear none of it.

“Tonight you’ll stay with me.” Offering you a hand he helps you onto the steed’s back and then mounts, sliding into the saddle behind you. You lean back against his chest, gripping the horse’s mane as the entire party starts out of the keep and toward the bridge. They move in a choreographed manner, with Sam at the lead, knights two by two behind him.

Moving through the dark streets of the village you're surprised when the first commoner joins the caravan. He’s waiting in an alley and folds into the formation as they continue onward. A dozen other men join before you’re out of the city and then it’s across the drawbridge and out into the fields.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He counters, sliding an arm firmly around your waist, pulling you back in a crushing embrace. “Hold on.”

With one hand on the reigns and the other around you, he takes off at a gallop and his men follow. The sound of hooves pounding the ground and the horse's heavy breath is all you can hear as you near the edge of the forest.

You nearly yelp as the horse makes a sharp left, cutting along the tree line, narrowly missing the outstretched branches. As your sight adjusts under the moonlight you can see the open path in the woods ahead. It’s a small, narrow passage and Sam remains in the lead as they ride single file into the shadowy wood.

The whipping wind is made worse by the speed at which you’re traveling. Your nose has long since gone numb and the cloak you chose, while it is the thickest you own, is doing little to keep you warm.

The journey is a long one but Sam slows the horse as he approaches the unknown destination. Without warning the forest is gone and you’re in the middle of a clearing. There are countless torches aflame, surrounding the perimeter and several dozen men and women are gathered around a fire.

Sam jumps off the horse, placing both hands on your hips to help you to the ground, allowing his horse to roam free.

“Are you are cold?” he asks, watching as you pull the hood of your cloak around your head.

“Y-yes,” you chatter, now realizing that you’re practically frozen.

“Come to the fire, you’ll be warmer there.” He heads toward the gathering and you follow, staying close beside him. “They are all like me.”

“Wolves?” you breathe quietly, unconsciously moving closer to him, your shoulder pressing against his arm.

He places a hand at the small of your back, small comfort as you approach the rather raucous gathering. There’s music, an upbeat song playing on a lute as they pass flasks from one man to another. The chatter winds down to a whisper as Sam approaches.

“Your majesty,” a portly gentleman bends a knee with a roll of his hand and there’s a gentle laugh from the group. “We have a visitor, I see.”

“My wife.” Sam takes you by the arm, pushing you forward as you blink back at the faces watching in silence. No one says a word, and there’s a long, uncomfortable pause It’s a small dark-haired woman who eventually steps forward, raising her flask to the fire.

“We are glad to have you, my queen.” Her words are friendly but her eyes flicker from you to Sam with a spark that you make note of.

After a beat, the music resumes, chatter growing loud.

“What is this?” you ask, turning to your husband. “Some sort of secret society meeting?”

“Something like that,” Sam nods. “There is a full moon tonight. Many will shift.”

There’s no calming the uneasy feeling in your chest, as you look around. “Is it safe for me to be here?”  

“I wouldn’t have brought you if I thought it dangerous,” he confirms. “I will shift as well. Phillip will stay with you.”

“Why did you bring me here?” you sputter, watching as they begin to undress, stripping down in front of each other.

“Because you need to know what I am, to see it. And if you want freedom, you must know what lurks out here in the darkness. I can ensure your safety because you’re here with me and there plenty of my men to keep you out of harm’s way. But in the dark, alone, it’s not only Luther’s murderous men that roam, it’s also all sorts of wild things.”

He stares at you a moment longer and then takes off his cloak, handing it to you. He begins to strip along with the rest of them.

“Come with me, m’lady.” Phillip appears beside you, guiding you closer to the fire as they wander away, into the field.

You watch Sam, your eyes fixed on his naked buttocks as his whole body contacts in a sudden and violent twitch. His shoulders roll back, neck cocking to the side. The brunette who spoke to you earlier appears beside him, nude and jerking in the same fashion. Suddenly the night is filled with a chorus of moans and howls.

It appears as if Sam’s bones are shifting under his skin, moving in a most unnatural way and then the transformation happens fast. In the blink of an eye, his skin becomes a thick pelt of white fur and instead of the man that was there seconds ago, there is now a giant wolf, the very same that you walked with the woods on that fateful night. The woman beside him is now a smaller coal black wolf, turning back to look at you.

Sam takes off, legs springing to action as he sprints off into the darkness and they all follow. The night is filled with howls and yelps that fade into the distance.

You can scarcely breathe, looking at Phillip with wide eyes. For the first time your life you are truly speechless.

“Don’t be afraid,” he explains gingerly. “No one would dare to hurt you. Besides, they’re hungry for furry little rabbits, not a human woman.”

“You aren’t one of them?” You inspect at him in the firelight.

“I am,” he confirms. “I’ll have my chance when they return.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you sputter, staring off into the night.

“I suspect you’ll find the words eventually,” he grins, offering you a nip of his flask.

-

When Sam and the rest of them return they walk out of the darkness in human form, naked and covered in mud and small cuts. Sam is jovial, laughing with a bright smile on his face. His brother on one side and the woman at the other. He finds his clothes, pulling on his trousers before spotting you across the fire and making his way to you.

“I trust you were in good hands while I was gone.”

“Of course.” You force a smile at Phillip who bows his head and disappears. “This is quite a lot to take in all at once.”

“I understand.” He pulls his shirt back over his head, eyes locking on you. “Are you more or less afraid of me than before?”

Gathering your thoughts you start to speak and then stop, choosing your words carefully.

“My fear never had anything to do with...this.” You hold your head high. His brows pulls together, face unreadable.

“I see,” he nods, looking around as people begin a makeshift celebration around the fire. You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine, you've been out in the elements for hours now.

“You’re shaking.”

“I am not as adapted to the outdoors as you.” Your teeth chatter as you pull your cloak closer around you.

“I’ll take you home.”

He settles behind you on the horse, wrapping his cloak around you as he takes off at a slower pace than you arrived. Several knights trail behind him.

“You’re practically frozen,” he huffs, hot breath at your ear. You’re trembling against him and the arm around your belly pulls you in tighter to him. “I shouldn’t have kept you out for so long.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll have a hot bath when we return.”

“I will join you.”

You sigh at his words, the two you have not been together in an intimate manner since the belting. You would have opened your legs to him out of obligation if he asked you to, but he hasn’t so much as suggested it.

“I am sorry for what I did to you.” He whispers, pressing a warm cheek against your temple. You’re unprepared for an apology, but even more unprepared for the promise that comes after it.

“I will never put my hands on you in anger again. You have my word. Will you please forgive me?”

Your eyes close as you release a breath.

“Yes,” you turn your head to the side, forehead pressing into his cheek. “Let’s not talk of it again.”

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@bringthelionout​ || con. 

A gaggle of reporters could be heard just behind the court room door, swarming – wasps to their nest. The spectacle the papers made of it was almost comical, and if it had been someone else, if it had been four years ago, Draco would have eaten it up. The irony was not lost on him.

His solicitor was late, his mother, Pansy and Theo already inside, front row. That’s how Potter had found him, alone and waiting, an aruror not too far off for his protection. The small talk he’d once been so good at, now a foreign tongue.

actually i’m…i’m really not okay                          He’d admitted, hands shaking. Voice -- a newborn thestral on the run. The echo of his slip up, of his confession chipping away at the facade he’d secured in place since he’d taken the mark. 

“ Potter ” he began again. It’d been four years and almost two endless trials since he’d seen the other man in person, three years since he’d heard news of the man uttered by a reliable source, and one since he’d thought of him. Until he once again testified -- evidence of the debt Draco owed, of the thanks he’d yet to give, and here he was, WHAT -- confiding in the man?

Eye’s lingered on the hand squeezing his shoulder, as the gentle dig settled between them. First years on a train, the beginning of a childhood rivalry based purely on a petty grudge that followed them into a war and died somewhere along the way lived in that hand. His mouth went dry -- sun-bleached sand in mid July. The verdict was to be handed down today, and it had not seemed to be going well despite Potter’s admittedly welcomed meddling. 

“ That wont be necessary. My solicitor should be along any moment, and I’m sure Parkinson is around her somewhere.” The acknowledgment was rushed, his voice -- a whisper of cracked glass faded into the air. Anxiety clung to the bottom of his spine, mauling the core of his being as he continued, softly. “ but, thank you. ” 

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Anathema & Newt: The Matchmakers

Chapter excerpt from Ineffable Timing

Aziraphale watched the mother and daughter with a kind smile. “The baby is just lovely,” he marvelled quietly.

“Would you like to hold her?”

Aziraphale beamed. “Oh, yes. Please.” He held his arms out and carefully cradled the infant. The small thing yawned dramatically and fell asleep. The angel chuckled as a tear of joy slipped out of the corner of his eye. “How are you, dear? I know the first few months can be challenging.”

Anathema sighed and sat on the bed, but smiled. “I’m good. Newt is a big help. He’s an amazing father and things have been wonderful. We’re tired all the time but we’re managing. We’ll need a new place soon. I love Tadfield but the cottage will be too small for the three of us.”

“You know, I’m always available to babysit,” he mentioned hopefully. “Crowley is an excellent nanny as well.”

Anathema laughed aloud but smothered it when she saw he was serious.

“We have references,” Aziraphale uttered a bit hurt.

“Oh, right, you both cared for Warlock. Um, sure. I mean I guess we’d be lucky to have actual angels looking after Theo for us when we need some time for ourselves.”

Aziraphale gave her a grateful look, not just for the chance to watch over the baby but for how she always referred to both he and Crowley as angels. He never corrected her and curiously, neither did Crowley. “It might do the insufferable idiot some good. Keep him busy with fussing over someone other than me for a change,” he muttered with annoyance.

She giggled in response. “He’s still that bad?”

The angel looked behind him at the empty hall then moved closer to Anathema and whispered harshly. “Worse.” He let her laugh again and shook his head. “If I were a demon, I’d have wrung his neck by now. He’s… what’s a proper American expression?”

                                                                                                                  Crowley picked up a biscuit. He knew better than to press that kind of subject, but something in him couldn’t help it. “No, no. Go on. Explain the joke,” he drawled.

Newt squirmed in his seat nervously and pushed his glasses up on his nose. “Well, it won’t be funny anyway. You know, when, um, a joke is explained--” he watched Crowley lean forward and take a bite of the cookie. “What I mean is…” his eyes grew wide as the demon masticated slowly, watching him with what appeared to menace. He couldn’t be sure. The spectacles hid all, but it did feel like a menace. He swallowed hard.

                                                                                                                   “Driving you batshit crazy?”

It was a distasteful phrase but seemed appropriate. “Batshit. Yes. Crazy. He’s going mad and taking me with him.” He sighed. “He miracled away my candles last night,” he whined. “He calls at all hours of the day even if we’ve just seen each other. Bosses me around all the time. I can’t take much more.”

Anathema rolled her eyes but nodded. “Partners can be a bit much when they’re worried about our safety.”

Aziraphale nearly choked and sputtered. “Oh, we’re not… I mean--”

“Or friends,” she corrected herself before Clueless Husband Number One could drop her baby in his sudden flustering.

                                                                                                                  The ex-witchfinder cleared his throat. “It’s just a little joke between me and Anathema, really, because, you know, you two are,” he coughed, “always together.”

Crowley stared at the young man for what seemed like an age before he finally swallowed his biscuit. “You haven’t said yet.”

“Said what?” Newt squeaked.

Painfully slow, the demon reached for his cup of tea and took a sip. “The joke.”

“Oh. Again it’s nothi--” he suddenly felt compelled to tell Crowley every little secret he ever had. “We call you the Clueless Husbands.”

There was a pregnant pause before Crowley scoffed with amusement. “Is that right?”

“Yes.” He couldn't stop himself. “We have a bet.”

“Do tell.”

“I bet you two are a couple and just hiding it from everyone. Anathema bet that you’re not and totally oblivious that you’re both stupidly in love with one another.” He took in a long, loud breath and the spell was over. “Oh bugger.”

                                                                                                                   Aziraphale composed himself and placed Theodora in her bassinet. He rocked her a bit as he pondered on the opportunity to finally confide in someone about his predicament with Crowley. “We are friends…” he trailed off not knowing how to proceed.

Anathema sensed the change in him and wondered if he was finally going to mention the elephant in the room that always sat between him and Crowley. She had grown to care for them both over the months after the world almost ended and wanted them to be happy. “You do know, don’t you?” She tested.

The angel held his breath. “Know what?”

The witch sighed and shook her head. She knew she was the one who had to say it if Aziraphale was going to confide in her. She decided to be cautious. “That Crowley seems to fancy you? I mean, I thought, at first, you knew and were just being...” she shrugged, “British. But I’m not so sure anymore.”

                                                                                                                    Crowley was now reclined on the sofa completely, looking like a patient at his therapy appointment. “We’re of different stock, us and you humans. It’s completely different.”

Newt shrugged his shoulders. “So, you’re not together ?”

The demon splayed his hands, always keeping tabs on Aziraphale’s location in the house. “In some way, we are, I suppose. We have a sort of… arrangement .”

“Not labelling it then. That’s fair.” Newt nodded slowly, hoping he was saying the right things.

Crowley hissed softly. “Except this arrangement doesn’t really expand to other areas outside of business, and well, there’s no more business to speak of. See my dilemma?”

                                                                                                                     Aziraphale was now lying on the bed, feet still on the floor, hands dragging on his face. He had spilt his guts and more information than Anathema needed about angel relations or lack thereof.

“It’s not like I haven’t noticed at all that Crowley and I are…” he waved his hands in the air as if trying to grasp the perfect word that kept escaping him, “ something. It’s just, our case is a bit tricky! Our kind doesn’t need the sort of physical affection that humans exhibit for one another when, well, when you know.”

The witch nodded in understanding. “True, but angels don’t need to eat, and yet, you do… a lot… and you seem to enjoy it very much.”

The angel sighed. “I actually started to feel bouts of hunger after a millennia or so, and Crowley sleeps every night though he shouldn’t need it.”

Anathema scoffed. “Oh, he needs it. He hasn’t slept in almost a whole year and look at him! Grouchy all of the time and driving you nuts.”

Aziraphale removed his hands from his face and sat up looking completely baffled. “What do you mean he hasn’t slept for almost a year?”

“Maybe after the anniversary, he’ll be able to relax more.” She reassured him.

“He falls asleep in my bookshop almost every night!” He almost yelled.

Anathema frowned. “Well, then he’s lying to one of us because when he was here last week, he mentioned he hasn’t slept a wink since the day the world almost ended.”

At that, Aziraphale launched to his feet. “Last week? He was here last week? He said that?”

She nodded. “Yes. He comes by once or twice a week to check up on things. You didn't know?”

The angel was frozen in shock with his mouth hanging open. Crowley had been coming to Tadfield once or twice a week to make sure things were okay with Adam and the Pulsifers. That was sweet and not exactly too surprising because Aziraphale knew that Crowley did not like to appear like he had any good in him. What was throwing the celestial in for a loop was the fact that Crowley had been feigning sleep while in his presence for a year. The times his head would roll onto his shoulder, or when his leg would limply fall against his own, or when his hand would drop onto the angel's lap, was now taking on a whole new meaning. The memory of Crowley needlessly pressing up against him, and the feel of his hand grazing the back of his head earlier made his eyes grow wide. In a blink, similar moments flashed in his mind going all the way back to the very time they met in the Garden as if someone hit the rewind button on an old VCR.

“Oh my,” he breathed.

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