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Hey love your blog! Mind doing 10 (“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”) for Curtwen? I was thinking Owen flirting with girls and CHAOTIC GAY Curt pinning hard. Thanks!

(I sat on this prompt 5ever cause I couldn’t figure out how to fill it. Hopefully I got close to what you wanted! Also, thanks for the compliment 😊😊)

Curt was late. Per usual. He’d promised Owen that morning that he wouldn’t be late, but he fucked up and knocked over a beaker of explosive milk in the lab and started a small fire and the chewing-out that Cynthia had given him went a little longer than normal.

So Curt was late. And there was a burned hole in his dress shirt.

He pulled into the parking lot, slammed the car into park, and jumped out, startling backwards as a car came whipping around the corner and nearly hit him. There a blond mom in athletic wear behind the wheel talking on her phone. “Thanks Karen.” Curt muttered, rolling his eyes. “Get off your phone, Sharon, before you kill us all.”

He shook off the residual adrenaline and rushed inside. He checked the postcard in his pocket for the location and scanned the room numbers as he sped past, looking for the right one. Finally, he found room 105 and pushed open the door.

Inside was a brightly colored 1st grade classroom. Colored blocks and crayons were scattered throughout, plush beanbags sat near a bookcase filled with children’s titles, and bright posters and corkboards hung on the wall. A big “Welcome to First Grade!” swirled across the whiteboard in blue expo, and in the center of the room, Owen was seated on the floor, patiently reading a book to serveral kids as several more pulled his hair into messy ponytails. Curt smiled and some familiar butterflies took up residence in his stomach; the same ones that always broke in when he looked at his husband.

Curt scanned the room and spotted their daughter, Cami, playing with another little girl near the front of the classroom. He also saw all of the moms staring at Owen, laughing loudly at the accents he gave to the book characters. Curt narrowed his eyes at tem.

“Hi!” A cheery voice suddenly greeted him, and Curt turned to see a bubbly red-headed woman with a round face and bright eyes. “I’m Ms. Ryan, the teacher.” She shook his hand.

“Curt Carvour.” He said.

“Oh! You must be one of Cami’s dads.” She said. “I met Owen earlier, and he said you would be here.”

“Yes, I’m sorry I was late. I—“ Curt stopped. One of the moms had left her spot in the flock to go over to Owen. She handed him a water bottle, giggling flirtatiously and touching his arm. “What the—“

Ms. Ryan followed Curt’s gaze. “Ah yes. We have a lot of single moms this year, and they must’ve assumed Owen is as well. And, well, <b>ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”</b> She shrugged.

“Excuse me for a moment.” Curt said, then moved quickly across the room.

When he got to where Owen was, the other man looked up and smiled. “Oh good! You made it. Kim, this is my husband, Curt.” Owen said to the water-bottle-arm-touching-woman.

Kim’s warm smile wavered a moment while disappointment flashed across her eyes. Then, she shook Curt’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” Then, she turned and went back to the group of moms along the wall. Curt heard her say quietly, “He’s gay. Also, married.” There was a disappointed sigh from a few of the other women.

“You having fun?” Curt asked. Most of the kids had disappeared from around Owen by this point, distracted by the snacks that had just been put out.

Owen stood stiffly from the tiny chair he was sitting in. “I am, yes! I think Cami is going to love first grade.” He pulled the ponytails out of his hair. “What happened to your shirt?”

“Libg story. Ms. Ryan seems nice.” Curt remarked, letting Owen take his hand and lead him over to where the moms were standing.

“Oh yes. She’s great!” He lowered his voice. “Now let’s try to make some friends and score a playdate or two.”

“Can do.” Curt said, though it was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Hi ladies!” Owen said in an overly-chipper tone. “Have you met my husband, Curt?” And just like that, they were thrust into the world of gradeschool parents.

~Liz~

#the ending sucked #i couldnt think of anything better #ask liz #spies are forever

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thestrals

harry potter x slytherin!reader

warnings: a mother’s death

word count: 2375

a/n: honestly this took 5ever to write and im so sorry but also ngl i had small inspo and motivation to write since i was sick for a week and have been catching up w school. i hope you like it though!

You could feel the chill of the dungeon floor rise through your shoes and make your toes cold. You loved being a Slytherin, however you could stand a more ideal house location.

Draco obviously didn’t mind, you noted while you entered the commons with your close friend at your side. He inhaled deeply, a large grin on his face. “Can you smell that? That’s the smell of justice.” He said, satisfied. You set your books down nearby and began fidgeting. “What do you mean?” You asked. “Now that Umbridge is in charge of everything, I’m sure Potter won’t be getting away with anymore of his nonsense.” He said bitterly and you scratched the back of your neck. A week ago, there were about twenty plus students who all met in the room of requirement. Hermione founded the group and Harry, Draco’s ‘sworn enemy’. To you it was all frankly rubbish.

You personally liked Harry, but would be damned to ever say anything like it out loud. You’d pretty much be banned from the Slytherin house.

So you kept quiet, adjusted your tie and nodded along with whatever Draco said. It paid to have connections and you couldn’t lose your connection to Draco.

Under any circumstances.

Days grew longer under Umbridge’s reign and sometimes you’d be on your way to the Room of Requirement when you’d see children walking down the halls, leaving detention. They were rubbing their hands, holding them close to their heart and you would wince.

Umbridge had a cursed pen that whatever you wrote would appear and etch scars into your skin. It make your skin hurt just by seeing the aftermath and your heart dropped at the thought of Umbridge catching you and your shenanigans with Harry.

Arriving at the room with everyone else, roll was taken and Harry would introduce what you were all learning today.

You, from the looks of it, were the only Slytherin in the army and it made you feel small. You tried to ignore the feeling as Harry made his way to the center of the room.

“Today we will be learning to cast a patronus.”

He said simply and he demonstrated. The spell was one you’d studied before and expected it to be a fairly easy task.

Mentally preparing yourself, you readied your wand trying to ignore watching eyes around you.

Your first two attempts at casting the charm there was no luck whatsoever. You felt someone come up behind you and jumped.

“Harry.” You breathed, recovering from the scare.

“Sorry.” He apologized and you smiled. “I think it’s really brave of you to be here. With Draco and all.” He spoke and you noticed a small hint of a blush on his cheeks.

When you only smiled and nodded as a thank you, he cleared his throat. “Would you like some help casting the spell?” He asked and you nodded shyly.

He smiled. “Think of your happiest memory. Let the image in your brain flood you with emotion. Good emotion. And feel that while casting.”

He advised and you nodded.

You thought back to a childhood you knew long ago. Your mother and you playing in the front yard. She was happy. You were happier.

“Expecto Patronum.” You said firmly but quietly and blue formed out of your wand.

“That’s brilliant! Keep focus!” Harry encouraged, which only made the happy feeling in your heart grow.

A figure started to form from the color and it finally took full shape. A thestral.

The patronus lasted maybe less than three seconds, but you dropped your wand. That was not a creature you expected to see.

“It’s time to go, she’s gone now.” Your father harshly pulled on your sleeve. You were eleven.

“No! She’s not gone! How dare you say that about her!” You cried. It was raining and mud was beginning to soak the both of your feet.

“She’s gone now, Y/N. It’s time.”

Your father was dragging you away from your mother's grave. For the next year he acted like she never even existed. Like her death was an event to walk over. She was buried outside of a family home now untouched due to historical reasons, it had been there so long. The ominous trees that surrounded the cabin. The things lurking in the trees.

You saw them. Boney like creatures that looked like they’d been sick for days. When you’d mention them to your father he’d tell you they were mythical and only few people saw them.

People who saw death saw them.

You could never understand why your father didn’t see them. He had seen your mother. And that was ‘death’ enough. Once you were old enough, however, you learned he never saw because he never wanted to believe she was truly gone, much like you at a younger age. He was a closed off man and he shut himself off from the wizarding world and all it had to offer, only opening himself back up on your twelfth birthday when your letter from Hogwarts came.

From the day your mother died to now, these creatures, these Thestrals, followed you around like shadows. You associated them with horrible things and were absolutely terrified when it appeared.

Your flashback was soon over and you noticed the stares everyone was giving you. Quickly, you picked up your wand and excused yourself with tears brimming your eyes.

You cried for an hour before Harry found you in one of the abandoned girls bathrooms on the sixth floor.

“Is everything alright?” He asked. You sniffed and nodded.

“Yes of course, I’m sorry-“

“I’m sorry if I offended you. And I’m sorry for making you cast that spell.” Harry quickly apologized.

You looked at him with both admiration and confusion. “Harry, why are you sorry? You were helping me improve and it’s my fault I left. Thestrals are just associated with a bad memory and was unexpected.” You explained.

He joined you, leaning against the sink.

“Would you like to talk about it?” He offered and you shrugged. “Not much to talk about. My mom died when I was eleven and since that day I’ve been seeing the boney creatures everywhere. Going to this school has given me a break but when I head home for Christmas I’m sure I’ll see them again, that’s all.”

Harry turned to you. “I’m so sorry about your mum.” He apologized and you waved him off. “You’ve been through worse so it’s all right.” You laughed, wiping a tear from your own eye. You felt a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m serious, Y/N, I truly am sorry. I know what it’s like and you know that. But if it’s any condolence at all, Thestrals are meant to be creatures of happiness. They look dreadful but they’re also misunderstood. They are quite gentle and can tell friend from foe. If you’re foe, they’ll attack and from what I’ve heard, these Thestrals where you live see you as friend.” Harry spoke and you looked away from him, giving it thought.

“Maybe I don’t have to be afraid.” You muttered.

“Not anymore.” Harry whispered and you looked at him. You noticed how small of space there was between you.

You felt Harry’s hand on your arm and noted he hadn’t taken it away. It sent sparks through you.

You were almost going to lean in closer when Umbridge’s shrill voice sounded throughout the halls, causing the two of you to jump.

“All students should be in their respective house locations in five minutes. Anyone out after curfew will receive immediate detention.”

You looked at Harry and he looked back.

“I should. . .” He said awkwardly and you nodded. “Yeah, me too.” You said and you both walked out of the bathroom door and parted at the staircase.

Today left your head spinning and while you were lying awake in your dorm bed, you couldn’t help but touch the space on your arm. If Draco knew you had a crush on Harry Potter. . .

You had practice for O.W.L.S today and you were not looking forward to it. In the recent weeks, the weeks following your patronus incident, Harry had been avoiding you. At first you thought it was involuntary, but when it came time for meeting in the Room, he never made eye contact and when he did he looked away. Maybe he thinks I’m too odd now. You thought to yourself. It began to make you angry. You had shared a very personal part of your life with him and now he was ignoring you. Without any explanation at all. You were even more disappointed when you noticed the redhead and two brunettes at the front of your classroom. Even still, you took your seat, not breaking eye contact with the back of Harry’s head. When Umbridge decided it was time to begin, she was serious. There would be no talking, no communication of any sort, looking at one another, poking prodding or fooling about and no cheating. You all agreed and your practice session began. Barely twenty minutes later you heard snickers from the front of the class. Your stomach sank when you noticed it was Ron and Harry. You figured they were both idiots but you thought they were smarter than this. Umbridge was quick to act.

“Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. I thought we all agreed not to speak or communicate and here I see the two of you laughing away. I assume the two of you found something amusing amongst yourself. Detention. B-”

“It was me.” You spoke up. Everyone’s head turned to you. You were angry at Harry, sure, but you still cared about him a lot more than you gave yourself credit for and you couldn’t help but stand up and protect him when you saw fit.

“What?” Her shrill voice asked. “It was me. I made them laugh.” You announced and Umbridge turned her body to you. “And how so?” She inquired and Harry looked ready to jump out of his seat to stop Umbridge as she made her way over to you. By the time she got to you, you already had something in mind. “Easy. I transformed your appearance about six times in the past twenty appearance. You look fantastic with an elephant trunk, by the way.” You said as loudly, and as proudly, as you could without fear. Her face grew red and her high pitched voice nearly shrieked. “Detention!”

You tapped your foot anxiously while the sound of kittens surrounded your ears. You thought that with the pink and comfort-y air about the room you’d be calm. But in reality, you would have been more calm if you were being sent off to Azkaban.

“Miss Y/N. I need you to write something for me.” You cringed. With her special quill. You’d heard the stories and absolutely none of them were pretty. You’d seen the damage.

“Can’t I just scrub floors?” You tried, bravely but to no avail. Her hand came down on the desk with a loud smack.

“Absolutely not. You will write ‘I must respect my superiors.’ with my quill. You will write it until you understand it.”

You looked up to the frog-faced woman, your mouth in a tight line, preparing to endure more than just an hour in detention. Your hands burned. They hurt. They were cut and scraped and somewhat bruised in small places.

Returning to class was nothing easy.

You had potions.

Your lab partner was Neville and he had agreed to not touch anything. Which in any other case would have been helpful. But today it was not. You saw Harry across the room. You took a beating for him and he had the nerve to ignore you still. You managed the most angry look you could muster when he looked back at you.

When class started you felt useless. You would try to pick up utensils and bottles alike but they would either fall or you couldn’t get them two inches above the table. Your hand was burning so badly to the point it was effecting your school work. You didn’t bother waiting for Snape to come by and look at your unfinished work. Lucky for you, you were a Slytherin. Which meant Snape favored you.

He allowed you to be excused and you almost ran out of the room, failing to not catch Harry’s attention. It wasn’t until after class when Harry joined you in the bathroom. He found you curled up in one of the stalls, sobbing.

When you noticed his presence you couldn't help but sneer and feel your heart skip all at once. His blue eyes were so damn hard to get out of your head. “What do you want, Potter?” You sneered and he looked sorry. “I know you’re mad but I’m here to help.” “And what? Run away again?” You asked, bitterly, going to wipe your nose. “I know i've been ignoring you and I’m sorry. It’s just. . . I have been feeling things for you I know Draco would not be fond of.”

“Well believe me, as of late I haven’t told Draco much.” You laughed. Keeping the DA a secret from your best friend had been extremely hard. And now you were hiding feelings from him.

“I have feelings for you. And I’m unsure of how to deal with them.” Harry fessed and your heart stopped. He what?

“Harry. Don't play around.”

“I'm not. I'm sorry for avoiding you. I know the burns sting. Look, I have my own.” He showed his hands which had scars on them. “It goes away after a day and can be treated with a small healing spell.” He offered, taking your hand in his gently.

“I know I’ve been avoiding you and I regret it greatly. I want something with you and if you’re willing. . . Well, I hope you want that too.” He said quietly and you smiled. He had been ignoring you due to mixed feelings. Your heart felt on fire. You smiled and nodded.

That night, you managed to sneak into the Gryffindor boys dorm and spend the night having Harry take care of you. It was quite the beginning of a interesting relationship.

i hope you liked it! @lupinlys

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