#have some sad harry and a nosy house

[therapy-ghost]

Hello there! Thank you so much for letting me do a matchup exchange with you! now, 나 자신에 대해 말해줄게!

Fandoms: I’d like a romantic matchup for Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Resident Evil, Obey Me, Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact, Danganronpa, Harry Potter, DC and Marvel (I just want male only for HB/HH please!!!)

My name is Joey but I also go by Himawari, Rin or Magtanggol too! I’m Transgender (ftm), Aromatic, Polyamory, Unlabled, & Bisexual, I’ve been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD & OCD, im (w)asian (east european and west-southeast asian) im polish, arab/middle eastern, flipino, russian and scottish.

personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward, shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, I have a hard time taking everything seriously, when someone yells at me I’ll turn very cold and aggressive very fast.

things I love about myself: when someone is going through anything they will call me before anyone else, I have a ugly laugh so guaranteed that someone else will laugh too, how much I love and care for animals if I see a stray around my house I will adopt it immediately, if I see a stranger crying in public my eyes will not leave them alone until I get the courage to ask them what’s wrong, I am very confrontational I will always stand up for what’s right no matter what situation it may be, how greedy I am for money but when it’s someone I love I will spend the world on them, i get excited for little things when someone buys me a redbull/monster or just strawberries my day will not be ruined after that, how touched I’ll be when someone helps me in anyway it makes me feel really grateful, it, i never take epilepsy for granted, i pay attention to little things like my stuffed animals I’ll kiss each one every time I go to bed for the night, if I know someone is having a hard mental day I’ll clean for them and get them ice cream and be patient ill, without a fail a quiet person will always be loud with me, i am a type of person who just wants people to be happy in life and live to the fullest, i don’t say I love you until I mean it, i celebrate with people I love, I am very observant if I see that someone wants something I will get it for them, it will be my mission if I see a stranger having a bad day I will compliment them in hopes of making their day shine through the dark clouds, how I say I hate kids but I will protect them with my life and I’m so gentle and sweet with them, i am never ashamed for what I love such as anime, even if I don’t like a song that someone shows me (which is impossible btw) I will be hyper while listening to it so they don’t feel small and embarrassed around me, how soft I become when I’m given any psychical affection, i love hugging and when someone really needs it I will hug them as long as they like, I love how hardworking I am, I’m not super duper emotional but a sad movie will never make me fail to let out tears, if I love you… you’ll be seen.

hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid producer, i cover vocaloid songs with my own voice, i can rap like MILLI, i make odecore/breakcore/scenecore music and I make music like ATARASHII GAKKO, YOASOBI & Ado too), dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals/stickers/music cds /puppetry & more, science/history, soccer/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to

likes: vocaloid/utau, k-pop/j-pop, vkei, watching documentaries/youtube, decorating my room, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, cold weather, christmas, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, partys, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, deserts.

I’m a ENTP, 4w3 and I’m a Aquarius ♒️

these are some of my top kins!!:  hiyori tomoe (enstars), yoosung kim (mystic messenger), jumin han (mystic messenger), hanako (tbhk), felix kranken (twf), albedo (genshin impact), shoya ishida (a silent voice), tom (eddsworld), eridan (homestuck), karkat (homestuck), miyamura izumi (horimiya), micheal afton (FNAF), lolbit (FNAF), mangle (FNAF), natsume sakasaki (enstars), sora harukawa (enstars), V (mystic messenger), hagumi kitazawa (bandori), matsubara kanon (bandori), shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion), lain iwakura (serial experiments lain), hajime hinata (danganronpa) hua cheng (TGCF), ame-chan (needy streamer overdose), k-angel (needy streamer overdose), crona (soul eater), death the kid (soul eater), malleus draconia (twisted wonderland) and more....!

misc: I live in a mixed language house hold where I speak mostly polish and Arabic, and some Korean and Japanese, it world be nice if the person who I get can react to that lol, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, tries not to take life to seriously, everytime I have a party there’s always dabke dancing and I take control of it all the time and it’s super fun!, i have two dogs named luna and gizmo both of them are super sweet and cuddly they will never hurt a soul, i play the electric/bass guitar, piano, cello and koto.

appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot suck as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i wear fishnets and combat boats/converse, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT, I wear a lot of harajuku fashion such as jiari kei, yamikawaii, decora kei(sometimes), cult party kei, but it’s mostly the ones I listed on top.

thanks for doing this with me, I hope you enjoy!!!

For Hazbin Hotel, I match you with Angel dust

Come on… come on! Tell me I’m wrong

you guys would be perfect; sarcastic, Angel would dig your vibe entirely, and you guys can do matching outfits

would happily help you with anything; like if you are overstimulated, he will help you, making art of any kind, gives you inspiration, filmmaking, he can give you plots for day (most will end up 18+… but some will end up fine)

Fat nugget is thy baby, and most likely sits in your lap while you are working

will gossip with you about everything, I tell you; he has tea for days.

For Helluva Boss, I match you with Fizzarolli

….he matches your energy… chaotic… loud… mischievous… plus you guys will have an even bigger Boyfriend(ASMODEUS!!!!)

will love to inspect your outfits and aesthetic and might steal a few things from you

he’s a preformer, dancing is what he does and he will do any kind with you.

please explain the big words for him, he gets really confused.

is your hype man, cheers you on for everything and will not stop.

For Resident Evil, I match you with Carlos Oliveira

bros confused with you at first, he is like… the heck is he wearing?

but eventually he warms up… might steal some rings or just unconsciously grab a bracelet and put it on for a weird reason

he enjoys watching what you make, wether it’s art or a film or a vocaloid cover

i feel like he also will like Boba after trying it, it’s the boba balls in specifics

will get a matching tattoo with you if you want to

For Obey me!, I match you with Asmodeus

likes to bring you snacks and share them with you as you two gossip about his brothers

professional pretty man here will help you style your clothing to suit everything you do

will love cosplaying with you so much

absolutely loves musicals, if you want to, he will belt out lines with you out randomly as you two listen to its sound track

wants you to teach him how to speak multiple languages, what’s to know how to communicate with all his fans all over the world

for twisted wonderland, I match you with Idia Shroud

boys rich… he will buy you anything(from the comfort of his bed)

he will go out once in a while with you if you really want to… but it won’t last long; so sometimes he will send Ortho with you

loves playing rythum games with you, gets very competitive about beating your score.

you get this man into the habit of cleaning his room since you enjoy cleaning; he make sure that everything is organized and perfect(cause that’s how he is)

For Genshin Impact, I match you with Arataki Itto

he is loud and energetic! Will run around with you everywhere.

he also loves being around his friends, sometimes, he will invite yours and his friends to join; but not all the time, cause he likes being with you as well.

got into crazy long documents because of you, and even if he is the first one to watch it… he still asked you question

he’s a Himbo with a very big heart for you

for Dc, I match you with Harley Quinn

girls partly nuts, but she’s loyal and very adventurous, so if you are willing to do something with her, she will do just about anything with you

love to dance anywhere with you; will go to massive parties and everyone will just stop and you guys are busting it down

super cuddly, likes being close to you when she can and will like to watch you work; she does act question give you suggestions if you don’t mind

please just keep her out of the kitchen if you are going to try and cook with her; or at least give her simple jobs she won’t burn the house down with

for Marvel, I match you with Matt Murdock

if you are in like trad goth or like any kind of fashion with rings and cool jewelry, he will end up playing with them while he holds your hand(which is rare because he is kinda busy with his whole daredevil matt Murdock switching)

buys you desserts and sweets cause he can and will, he gives small gifts as a way of saying ‘I love you’

will literally kill to hear that you are safe, he wants nothing to happen to you

its utterly confused at to what vocaloid is, like is extremely confused; almost like a dog hearing a recording of a dog barking and it’s just like “wtf?”

For Danganronpa, I matched you with Junko Enoshima(before despair)

gyaru, gyaru, gyaru! All day, loves the matching outfits; it makes a fashion statement!

loves gossiping with you; she is very trash talky about everyone minus you and will love specifically spilling the tea to you(she always makes sure it’s the juiciest most real tea ever)

she better be in some of those photos you take cause you will be missing an opportunity

you will always be the first to get her magazines and she will bring back some props from the sets she shot photos on

For Harry Potter, I match you with Luna Lovegood

the oblivious Ravenclaw is a major ‘head in the clouds’; she’s very easy going and likes doing anything really

gifts you small things like flowers and pins and pieces to add to out fits; would not mind having things in her hair(it’s the cottage core x goth for me)

gives you many strange things to think about in life and talks about anything you do in a very cryptic way

loves Vocaloid songs, doesn’t always understand the lyrics cause they end up sounding happy but they are mostly dark, but looks listening to you cover them

Thanks for doing this exchange with me!

#Match up Exchange #Match up

[dracolucius-abraxusmalfoy]

I would LOVE to read more of the golden trio cuddles, they are so tender💖❤️💖maybe them at grimmauld together?

It gets worse before it gets better.

That is— Grimmauld Place is lovely when it’s just the three of them, and the house, sensing their joy, is joyful too. It is warmer, softer, almost over night. The shifting floorboards and peeling wall paper look brand new, glimmering gilded in the soft late summer evening light that new windows, appearing out of thin air, let into the previous gloomy and lightless interior. All the things that Sirius hated lessen and all the good things, the fond childhood memories he had shared are highlighted. 

Mornings in the kitchen with hot food and hotter coffee— the smell of it permeating the air— the bright sunlight through kitchen sink windows and the French doors that had appeared their third day in the house after Harry’s casual mentioning of their historical presence and currant absence. 

Cozy evenings in front of the crackling parlour fire place, the faint sounds of tripping classical piano echoing through the room (Harry swears, sometimes, that he can hear Sirius’ voice yelling at Regulus to hush up) and the rustling pages of Hermione’s latest book.

Grimmauld place loves them, and it lets them know it. 

When Harry gets anxious by himself in the kitchen, flashes of war torn safe-houses and the eerie silence of the basement grating his nerves, suddenly Hermione’s tuneless humming can be heard all the way from the third floor library and the clang of the pipes— long silent— resume when Ron is in the shower. A mantle clock, much the same as the one in the burrow, appears one day in the sitting room, has a habit of following Harry through the house when Ron and Hermione are out, clanging obnoxiously each time they change location, and chiming a pretty muggle tune Hermione used to sing them on late nights in the common room whenever they arrive back home. 

It’s wondrously domestic, all of it, but their closeness, once necessitated by the vastness of Hogwarts castle, has lessened in the presence of Grimmauld’s determination to please them. 

Harry once again finds himself alone, even when he can hear their breathing, their heart beats, almost synchronous, from his room across the hall, he is still alone, and he hates it, just a little bit. Hates Grimmauld place for allowing it (he tries to be extra kind to the house in his guilt) and hates them, just a little, for having each other (tries to be extra kind to them in return.)

He does want them. Just not the way they want each other. The closest he has every gotten was Ginny, perhaps, and that had faded quickly in the wake of a coming war, in the aftermath of trauma, and even before, when the novelty of someone wanting him had worn off. Or Draco Malfoy, who he loathes with a vehemence that surprises him, but who he sometimes found himself watching, admiring the glint of white gold hair and silver eyes in Scottish highland sunlight. But he did not want them, not really, not even then. He sometimes thinks he is incapable of it, and so he says nothing and stays silent. 

Ron and Hermione represent a different kind of want. He wants their closeness, their friendship, their ever presentness. He likes when they are his as well as each others, when he can claim them, needs their warm thereness to fall asleep. 

He doesn’t… He knows they are together, as much as they try to keep it to a minimum (he suspects Hermione thinks him jealous— he is not) and he is pleased for them, truly. He just did not expect that the togetherness of the three of them, the smooth triangle forged over the course of eight years, burned into shape over the last two, would suddenly shift, that a fourth corner would appear to them where he could not follow. 

He does not want what they have, has frankly always been a little repulsed by the idea of physical intimacy, but he wants what they had before back. 

He misses them. 

It gets worse before it gets better. 

He’s always hated the part of him that can’t seem to get past the sulky teenager-ness of his personality even he still is. Still a teenager, still adolescent by definition even though he is two years past adulthood. No matter what Hermione says about brain formation and the effects of trauma he will never not wince at himself. 

And thats the problem— most of the time he can see it happening, see it coming even and yet can do precious little to stop its rapid advance. The precocious silences that fill the house with drooping ceilings and dirty window panes and the snappy remarks when Hermione gets just a little too close to a problem. The creaking door frames and floor boards this brings out. He feels too seen by it, the vulnerability of having a house too closely tied to his emotions and he knows its normal, for a given value. The burrow shudders violently in Molly Weasley’s anger and has a habit of shaking children loose from hiding spots. He knows that muggle houses, even, have a tendency to absorb magic and emotions, the little bits of it that muggles give off, or the small amount from singular Wizarding children. Knows that if one or two more Wizarding affiliated families happened to pass through their thresholds they may very well develop personalities too, might start adapting in increments to the needs of its muggle residents. Knows that at 4 privet drive the cupboard under the stairs is glued shut now, won’t open anymore for all the misery it absorbed yet in his childhood- he sometimes felt it sigh around him, caress his hair and sing him gentle lullabies, humming in the cover of night, the walls glowing softly with the magic of him. He remembers that now, what he used to think were probably dreams. 

He knows all this, and yet he wishes Grimmauld place would stop. Not because he doesn’t appreciate it. Sometimes he pictures Sirius’ grin at finding his posters still glued to the walls or remembers Remus’ smiles when in the morning, a pot of tea would be waiting, not quite hot enough or sweet enough but Remus would smile and brush the walls gently with his finger tips, like he was thanking it, even while Sirius muttered insults under his breath. 

It’s only that the house is too close to his heart. Wishes it wouldn’t feel his anxiety the way it does. Feel his sadness in it’s creaking stairs. 

He does not explain, because he can’t yet, not quite, doesn’t know how to verbalize what he wants, only knows its a bone deep desire for warmth. But Hermione comes home from the market to peeling paint all the way into the sitting room and curls herself around him without asking. Ron brings home Hermione’s favourite flowers but he also carry a box of fresh pastries, steaming treacle tart front and centre. And when he finds them, too warm but snug in front of a broiling fire that should have brunt out ages ago but that the house keeps adding logs to, he does not frown or go blank, the way he used to the way he did in the tent in the forest. But he smiles instead and slots himself in between Harry and the couch arm, barely enough space. He’s really much too big, but somehow he gets all of himself there with them, arms reaching around to brush Hermione’s shoulder, an ankle hooked between Harrys to keep his legs from sliding off the couch. 

He asks what are we doing? And Hermione only shrugs and nuzzles deeper into Harrys side Rons hand. And Ron rests his other elbow on Harry’s shoulder so he can reach his hair and they sit like that for a long time. Too warm and silent. Unwilling to let go. 

Harry goes to bed by himself that night. 

But he wakes to them, Hermione tucked up against his back, forehead pressed between his shoulder-blades knees curled up by his spine, and Ron sprawled starfish on his back across the rest of the bed, one foot still dangling over the edge. 

The loneliness abates, just a little. 

He wonders if it was the house, or if they’ve maybe missed his warmth too. 

#this got long #another fic thats been hanging in my inbox for months #(over a year im so sorry) #golden trio #queerplatonic #aro/ace harry #writing #my writing #fanfic #harry potter #hp #we all know I can only do angst so #very sorry #have some sad harry and a nosy house

[wroetospotterwp]

death eater x harry???? oR SOMEONE ELSE IDK AH

Dark Red

Pairing ✨: Harry Potter x Death Eater!Reader (Fem!) (also implies that reader isn’t in gryffindor n also set during OOTP)

Summary 💓: Y/N has been forced by her parents to follow in their footsteps and join the death eaters, it doesn’t help that her boyfriend is Harry Potter.

Word Count 🖊: 2,613

A/N 🗣: FIRST REQUEST FROM THE LEGEND HERSELF 🤌🤌 she first sent me an edit on tiktok and she was like idea, so we’ve went for it, also first song imagine! all the lyrics i’ll be using will be in italics but i’ve had to change pronouns to fit harry :)

Warnings ⚠️: swearing and made my heart ache a little, manipulation

Requested? 📮: yes! :)

Masterlist

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The rain was pelting hard against the window in Y/N’s dorm, the loudness of the rain drops smashing against the glass had awoken the girl from her slumber. She sat up from bed and leaned against her headboard.

Rubbing her eyes, Y/N adjusted to the dim lighting in the room. Everything in her life was just perfect, her grades were good, she had lots of friends, and last but most definitely not least there was Harry.

They had been dating for over a year now and Y/N could see it lasting, what she felt with Harry was something so indescribable, but it made her so happy. The two of them distracted each other from their lives. Y/N helped him take his mind off He Who Must Not Be Named, and he distracted her from her parents.

Her parents did not approve of their relationship, and Y/N knew it probably had something to do with the fact they secretly supported Voldemort. But she hadn’t ever told him that, for the matter she hadn’t told many peoples.

Y/N was staring at the top of her bed, her stomach beginning to turn. This usually happened when she got a bad feeling. Y/N focused on trying to figure out what might happen, fail a test? Have an argument with someone?

Y/N thoughts were going fifty miles an hour that she didn’t hear her friend wake up next to her. “You look deep in thought.” She joked, Y/N turning to face her. “What’s the matter?” Her friend questioned.

Y/N let out a sigh. “Something bad is about to happen to me.” She mumbled, knowing how ridiculous it might have sounded.

“You’ve been listening to Trelawney too much.” Her friend brushed off with a smile, but it slowly dropped when she saw Y/N’s expression. “Come on Y/N, what could possible happen?”

“I don’t know what, but I feel it coming.” Y/N voiced her thoughts to her friend.

“Let’s do something to take your mind off this.” Her friend suggested. Y/N thought that be the best. Normally when she didn’t feel great, if she did something else to busy herself, the thought usually disappeared.

“Where are you planning to take me?” Y/N questioned, she got out of bed and collected her clothes that she would put on.

“I need to go down to Owlery, I promised to send my sister something from Zonko’s.” Her friend informed her, going into the toilet to get dressed.

Y/N decided to just get dressed in the dorm, the other three girls were fast asleep so she felt comfortable changing. The two girls them left the dormitory once they were ready and headed out their common room.

There wasn’t many students around the castle yet, but this was around the time many of them would be waking up. Many would wake up so thankful it was finally the weekend and they could have some sort of freedom.

Umbridge’s rule over the school was making many reach breaking point, there were new rules almost every day and it was completely turning Hogwarts into a prison. They weren’t allowed to do anything, couldn’t act like normal teenagers, she was determined to make everyone prim, proper and to not challenge the Ministry.

There only hope was Dumbledore’s Army, the only freedom they had. But Marietta Edgecombe had ratted them out, and they were all severely punished. Y/N felt sorry for Harry, it was all going so well and once they were caught, he blamed himself. Y/N tried to reassure her boyfriend that it wasn’t his fault, but she couldn’t get through to him.

In fact, the two of them hadn’t really spoken since Umbridge began giving them punishments, Harry was isolating himself and kept his distance. Y/N was missing him but sometimes he did this, so she decided to let him have a moment to himself and then he would be back to normal.

The girls eventually reached the Owlery, Y/N’s friend immediately heading to find her owl so she could send the products from Zonko to her sister. Y/N looked around at the different owls, but one caught her eye.

It was her parent’s owl. And it had a letter tied around their talon. Y/N untied the letter, about to read it until her friend appeared behind her.

“Has Y/N got a love note from Potter?” Her friend teased her.

“Parents owl.” Y/N informed her friend, who raised both brows. Y/N’s parents hadn’t really kept in contact with her much when she was at Hogwarts, so receiving a letter was unusual.

“What did they say?” Her friend questioned.

“I’m not sure, I haven’t read it yet.” Y/N replied, laughing slightly as she thought of something. “Might be so sad, might leave my nose running.”

“If it’s just to bring you down, ignore them.” Her friend reminded her, her arm wrapping around Y/N’s shoulder. “Let’s head back up, I’m starving.”

Y/N agreed, the two girls heading up the castle for breakfast. They entered the Great Hall and were about to sit at their own house table before Hermione waved them over.

“What’s that?” Hermione questioned immediately as they sat down in front of her, the girl’s two best friends were nowhere to be seen, but not unusual for them to be late for breakfast.

“Nosy are we, Hermione?” Y/N’s friend joked, Hermione playfully shrugged it off.

“It’s a letter from my parents.” Y/N told her, placing the unread letter onto the table.

“Oh.” Hermione mumbled, most people knew what Y/N’s parents were like, she had either told them or heard Harry’s complaints about they didn’t approve of him and the relationship. “Is everything alright?”

“I haven’t read it yet. I will after I have something to eat.” Y/N replied, scanning the table to try and find something to eat. “Where’s the toast?” Her friend reaching and grabbing a piece of toast for Y/N.

The three girls just quietly ate breakfast for a while and enjoyed each other’s company, Ron tiredly stumbled towards them. “Nice of you to finally join us Ronald.” Hermione greeted as he sat down beside her.

“Hermione, I was exhausted.” Ron huffed, grabbing as much food as he could onto his plate, he always acted like he barely eats.

“You always are.” Hermione mumbled under her breath, going back to eating some porridge.

“Where’s Harry?” Y/N blurted out, poor Ron had been harassed by her since Harry started to isolate himself. Ron most definitely knew more than she did.

“Still getting ready, mate.” Ron spoke with his mouth full, Hermione pulling a face and scoffing. “I think he’s alright today, you know, I’d have a chat with him today.” He suggested.

“Thanks Ron.” Y/N smiled, finishing what she was having. Her eyes caught the letter again, she really didn’t want to open it but she was also desperate to find out what they want. With a quiet sigh, she picked up the letter and began to read it.

Dear Y/N,

We hope you are well at Hogwarts, Umbridge seems to finally be turning that school around for the better, I’m sure you’d agree.

Well you would have when you were younger.

We miss our old Y/N, always following the rules and in our footsteps. But every since you started to attend Hogwarts with that daft old man as your head teacher, you changed.

And of course that boyfriend of yours didn’t help either, just like his father, always in trouble. Poor Lily should’ve saved herself.

As you know, the Dark Lord is back. You know how we always felt towards him, but we fear he will target us because of your choices. Many have heard he won’t accept us, because of your closeness to Potter.

He may come after us Y/N, we need you back on our side. Otherwise we’re all dead, you don’t want Potter finding out you’ve been killed by him? He can’t lose another loved one to the Dark Lord.

Write back to us as soon as you can, we can guide you along the way.

All the best,

Mum and Dad.

Y/N eyes began to well up, she knew that feeling from this morning meant something, but for it to be this bad? How on earth she was meant to tell Harry this? “Everything alright?” Her friend put a hand Y/N’s shoulder, the latter had completely forgot where she was at the moment.

“I need to go.” Y/N informed them, quickly jumping up from the bench.

“What did they say to you?” Hermione questioned, but Y/N didn’t answer her. The girl made her way from the hall, eyes trained on the floor to avoid any eye contact from her friends. But that made it difficult to watch where she was going.

Y/N crashed right into someone. “I’m sorry.” She quickly apologised as she refused to look up, she just wanted to go back into her dorm room.

“Y/N?” A voice she could instantly recognise.

“I can’t talk right now, Harry.” Y/N rushed past him, she needed to think what she was going to tell him, if she was going to tell him.

“I just hope he don’t want to leave me.” She mumbled to herself.

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It had been a few weeks and Y/N hadn’t said a word to anybody, her and Harry had completely switched places. She was the one isolating herself, trying to decide what to do. Ignore what her parents said, stay with her boyfriend and friends and hope to God nothing happens to them. Or risk listening to her parents, and possibly lose her relationships at Hogwarts?

She had been exchanging letters between her parents in the meantime to see what she needed to do, and it seemed to be to just join them at the Ministry, which didn’t seem so bad. Her parents worked high up for the Ministry anyway, so as long as they gave her permission to leave, Umbridge would let her.

Y/N had pretended to stay asleep until the rest of her dorm mates left, including her friend, before eventually getting up. The feeling in her chest was back from before, the one she got before her parents letter. “Something bad is about to happen to me.” She sadly mumbled, even the weather had mirrored her emotions, it was a dreary day, grey skies and gloom surrounded the castle.

Y/N fidgeted with her hands as she thought what would happen, anxiety fuelling her veins. “Why I feel this way? I don’t know…” She took a deep breath. “Maybe-“

The dorm door opened and revealed Y/N’s friend. “What the fuck is going with you?” She demanded. “What did they say to you to make you like this?”

“It’s complicated.” Y/N brushed off, should she tell her? She did tell her friend everything and maybe it would be good to have some advice.

After some deep breaths and forcing tears to stop falling, Y/N confessed to her friend everything. By the end of it, her friend was in complete shock, face contorting from confusing, to anger, to annoyance.

“And I just don’t know what to do about Harry.” Y/N sadly mumbled. “I think of him so much it drives me crazy.”

“Y/N, this is bad.” Her friend managed to stammer out.

“I just don’t want him to leave me.” Y/N cried, finally allowing the tears to fall.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N.” Her friend snapped. “Of course he will. Joining the people who support the being who killed his parents?” She raised a brow. “I’d definitely forgive you.” Sarcastically she finished.

“But he knows what my parents are like.” Y/N countered.

“I don’t think he’ll care.” Her friend pointed out, deep down Y/N knew the same, Harry would be extremely hurt by this. “How the fuck are you gonna get out this?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N shrugged. “You Know Who will kill them if I don’t help them.”

“Are you forgetting who your boyfriend is?” Her friend raised a brow.

Oh yeah, it would be completely fair on Harry to force him to protect her family. “Like he’s gonna show mercy.” Y/N huffed. “Harry was with Cedric and look what happened, he wants Harry and to just kill who gets in his way.”

It was silent for a moment, neither of them knew what to say. “What are you gonna tell him?” Her friend quietly spoke up, Y/N didn’t say anything. Her friend’s mouth fell open and eyes widened at Y/N’s lack of an answer. “You need to tell him.”

“And say what?! Sorry, I need to go help my Death Eater parents and probably do something for You Know Who.” Y/N snapped.

“I don’t know how to help you.” Her friend awkwardly mumbled.

Y/N knew she couldn’t. She was now trapped with no escape.

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Y/N was at the Ministry with her parents, she still had no idea what they were doing or why they needed her, but it wasn’t as bad as she thought. The family got into an elevator and started to head down a few floors.

“Now, whatever you do, don’t talk.” Her mum warned her before the elevator stopped, the girl nodded and they walked out as the doors opened. Y/N could see Draco Malfoy’s father and another woman with curly black hair.

“Did it work?” Y/N’s father asked Lucius.

“I believe so.” Lucius replied, nobody really taking notice to Y/N.

“I can’t wait to meet him.” The black haired woman cackled.

“Now, now, Bellatrix. We have to leave him for the Dark Lord.” Lucius reminded her, the woman huffing dramatically. Y/N’s eyes widened, oh how she was praying they weren’t taking about Harry.

Please don’t be talking about Harry.

“What if he’s fine?” Y/N thought to herself. “It’s my mind that’s wrong. And I just let bad thoughts linger for far too long.”

“We’re going in. Have your wand ready.” Her dad whispered to her. They walked through a door with a handle in the middle into a huge room filled with crystal balls. She couldn’t study them for long before being dragged into the darkness.

The door had opened again a few minutes later, but Y/N couldn’t see who had walked in, only dragged by her parents deeper into the room.

“They should be here!” Harry’s voice was heard, Y/N’s heart dropping to her stomach. Why did he have to come here?

“Harry? It’s got your name on it.” Neville informed him.

“Follow Lucius.” Her mum whispered in her ear, Y/N reluctantly following him, who was now wearing a Death Eater mask.

“Harry!” Here it goes, Y/N kept back from Lucius as the group’s wands lit up the path, she desperately wanted to stay hidden and they would never know she was here.

“Where’s Sirius and Y/N?” Harry demanded as Lucius approached him.

“How fortunate we are to have Y/N right with us.” You could hear the smirk in Lucius’ voice, Y/N wanted to run and escape, but how could one girl manage to escape four Death Eaters?

“What are you talking about?” Harry angrily asked.

“Come on Y/N, don’t be shy.” Lucius gestures for her to come forward. Slowly and painfully, the girl got closer to Harry and the words kept repeating in her head.

“Don’t you give me up. Please don’t give up.”

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thank you so much to @drearyxo for being my first request!! i hope this was class enough for you, no hate comments from you 🙄🙄

I HAVE TO SAY I LOVED WRITING THIS SO MUCHHHHH DEFO A FAVE i think you all know by now i’m definitely better at the dialogue part then anything else, but i’m quite proud of it all today :)

there could be a part two to this??? maybe, depends if people want it

hope you enjoyed!!

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[lesbianjackies]

Alone

George Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I LOVE your writing a lot, and I was wondering if you could write some George angst. Maybe the reader (she/her) tries to bottle up her feelings because she feels neglected until he leaves Hogwarts with Fred without a warning and opens the shop. She’s fed up and cries all the time and Ginny is pissed off at George for how he treated her!

Gender: female

House: not specified

A/N: Hope you enjoy this, love!

You’ve been friends with the Weasley twins since your first year at Hogwarts. You would spend every single day with them; roaming the halls of Hogwarts, playing pranks on everyone, even spending most of your time at the Burrow when you weren’t at school. You and the twins - particularly George - were practically inseparable. Until this year, that is. The twins have been obsessed with starting a joke shop lately, so obsessed they haven’t seemed to want to spend any time with you.

“So!” Professor Umbridge cries in triumph. She’s cornered the twins with the Inquisitorial Squad.

You don’t know what the twins are up to, just that they were trying to cause a diversion to help Harry talk to Sirius. You didn’t hear that from them, though. You heard it from Ginny Weasley, the twins’ fourth year sister, who you’ve been spending most of your time with lately. Ginny’s like a little sister to you, and she’s been a big help in the absence of your best friends.

“So...” Umbridge continues, “you think it amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp, do you?”

Fred looks back at her with a slight smirk on his face. “Pretty amusing, yeah.”

Filch elbows you on his way over to Umbridge, carrying a piece of parchment. “I’ve got the form, Headmistress,” he cries, voice hoarse. “I’ve got the form and I’ve got the whips waiting... Oh, let me do it now...”

You stifle a gasp. Sure, you were upset with the twins, but whips? No one deserves that kind of punishment.

“Very good, Argus,” Umbridge replies. “You two,” she adds, turning to the twins with a look of revolting pleasure on her face, “are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school.”

“You know what? I don’t think we are.” Fred turns to George. “George, I think we’ve outgrown full-time education.”

“Yeah,” George replies, voice light, and for a split second you think his eyes meet yours, a look of sadness gracing them, “I’ve been feeling that way myself.”

“Time to test our talents in the real world, d’you reckon?”

“Definitely.”

The twins raise their wands and called, “Accio brooms!”

Fred and George’s broomsticks flew over your head, you ducking just soon enough to narrowly miss the iron peg still chained to George’s.

Your mouth became dry. No - they wouldn’t. But they would. And they are. Fred and George Weasley, your best friends, one of whom you’ve been in love with for years, are leaving Hogwarts.

Fred swings a leg over his broomstick. “We won’t be seeing you,” he says to Umbridge.

“Yeah, don’t bother to keep in touch,” George adds as he mounts his.

Fred looks at the students gathered around him and George. “If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number 93, Diagon Alley - Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Our new premises!

“Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they’re going to use our products to get rid of this old bat.” George points to Umbridge.

“STOP THEM!” Umbridge screams, and for once, you agree with the awful woman.

The Inquisitorial Squad close in on Fred and George, but they kick off their brooms right before they can get to them.

Fred looks down at the crowd gathered below him and his twin, making eye contact with Peeves the Poltergeist. “Give her hell from us, Peeves.”

Peeves gives the twins a salute as they fly off into the sunset, the students around you cheering. The tears blurring in your eyes add to the chaos as you run off.

“(Y/N)!”

You swivel around to see Ginny standing behind you, looking concerned.

She rushes toward you. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

You try to respond, but only a sob comes out. You shake your head as Ginny wraps her arms around you.

“They-they didn’t even tell me,” you manage to say. “I’m their best friend, and they couldn’t even bother to tell me they were leaving. George couldn’t bother to tell me he was leaving.”

Ginny hugs you tightly. “You love him, don’t you,” she says quietly.

You nod, burying your head in her shoulder.

“They’re both right foul gits, you know that,” she says, “and I am going to hex them into oblivion once school lets out.”

You let out a small laugh. “Please do.” ________________________________________________________________

She sure did. And when I say this girl does a killer bat-bogey hex, I mean she does a killer bat-bogey hex.

Once George finally gets rid of the bats, he pulls you into a place where you can talk in private.

“Look, (Y/N), I am so, incredibly sorry,” he says quietly, chocolate brown eyes gazing in to yours. “For everything. Fred and I were real gits, and we should’ve spent more time with you during school. We should’ve told you were leaving, too, that was a horrible thing to do without telling you. I don’t really have an excuse, I care about you so much and I don’t want this to ruin our friendship.”

You bite your lip. “I accept your apology, George. And I-I have something to tell you.” A blush spreads across your features as the words leave your mouth.

George raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Is that so?”

You nod. “I-I fancy you, George. I have for a while, actually.”

A grin spreads across George’s face, and he scoops you into an unexpected but extremely pleasant hug. “I fancy you, too, (Y/N). Probably for even longer than you’ve fancied me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Bet.”

“First year,” George says, very seriously.

“I - okay, you got me beat,” you admit with a laugh. “It was third year for me.”

George smiles, and you notice his eyes meet your own before trailing down to your lips. “I really wanna kiss you right now,” he says, blushing furiously.

You let out a laugh and wrap your arms around neck. “Then kiss me, Weasley.”

And he does, your lips touching and tongues pressing in a moment of absolute bliss.

“Oi!”

You break apart suddenly at the sound of a voice behind you. It’s Fred.

“Get a room, you two!” he says.

“We did, actually, you’re just too much of a nosy little git to respect it,” George snaps back, obviously annoyed at being interrupted.

You raise an eyebrow at Fred. “I believe I still deserve an apology from you, actually.”

Fred bows deeply. “I sincerely apologize, my dear (Y/N).”

You roll your eyes, but know this is the best you’re gonna get out of him. “I forgive you Weasley. Now, go away before we make out again.”

Fred huffs in annoyance, but leaves George and you alone.

“Now, where were we?” you murmur to the redhead standing before you.

“I believe we were here.” And he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him for another kiss.

“Ah, right,” you say against his lips before kissing him back.

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[fruitcoops]

Omg can you write about coops going live on instagram and answering TONS of fans questions? And just being domestic and cute together in general

I can, yes! This is partially the 450 celebration--to the lovely person who suggested writing a sequel to one of my favorites, please know that I love and appreciate you! Coop credit goes to @lumosinlove

Check out Part 1 here

“Is it working? I think it’s working.” An explosion of hearts covered the screen and Remus’ eyebrows rose. “Yep, definitely working. Hello, Instagram! I’m Remus Lupin, winger for the Lions.”

“And I’m Sirius Black, center and team captain.” Sirius waved at the phone. “We had a great time answering your questions last month and we figured we’d come back to do it again, since there were so many people we couldn’t get around to in those few minutes.”

“I can already see a bunch coming in. Should we start?” Remus asked, turning to him with a small smile.

“You go first.”

“Alright, first question….” He squinted at the screen. “How long have we been together? We’ve been dating for just over a year now, but we’ve known each other for three-ish.”

Sirius snorted when he read the next question. “What do we do in our free time? It’s cute that you think we have free time. Um, we read a lot. Sometimes I’ll play video games with the guys.”

“If we have a free weekend, we’ll go hiking or take a short road trip. Practice takes up four or five hours a day, so we’re very low-key, which I think surprises people.” Remus scrolled down a bit. “What are our favorite foods?”

“Don’t say it.” Sirius said immediately. “Don’t you dare.”

“Fine, fine.” Just as Sirius began to answer, he coughed, “pineapple pizza.”

“No!” Sirius smacked Remus on the arm with a pillow as he laughed. “Menace. My favorite food is pasta, because it’s versatile and I’m not a heathen. All of you who are agreeing with him, stop it right now. I’m very disappointed in your tastebuds. Next question…do either of us cook? We do, yeah.”

Remus gave him a look. “Do you, though?”

“That’s a funny thing to hear coming from the man who said he’d die for one of my grilled cheeses yesterday,” Sirius countered.

“Fair point. Yes, we both cook, but I generally do it more often because I enjoy it.”

Sirius looked back at the camera with sad eyes. “He kicked me out of the kitchen last week.”

“You kept stealing bites of soup!” Remus laughed. “It wasn’t even done, you could have gotten salmonella!”

“You can’t get salmonella from soup,” Sirius scoffed. The comment section went wild. “…apparently you can. Huh.”

“Next question, before we get too off-track. Who is the more dramatic one?” Remus folded his hands and rested his chin on top. “I’m giving you three guesses and the first two don’t count.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “You’re plenty dramatic.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“Moving on! Oooo, this one is for me specifically.” He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Remus’ waist as he read. “Sirius: does Regulus—you spelled that wrong by the way, there’s only one ‘g’—does Regulus still live with you? If yes, how does that work?”

“I’m telling him someone spelled his name wrong,” Remus said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “He’ll get a kick out of it.”

“He’ll be so pissed,” Sirius agreed. “Nope, Reg moved out a few months ago and now lives with Pascal Dumais, but it was really neat to have him around. He’s still got a room here and it was nice spending so much time with him after we didn’t talk for a while. He’s awful about vacuuming, though.”

“Aw, people think that’s cute.” Remus smiled as he read the responses. “Ohoho, people are getting nosy. What do we argue about the most?”

“I’m not sure, actually. Maybe chores?”

“I was going to say practice time. We’ve gotten into a couple tiffs about watching tape or running drills after we get home.”

“That’s true.” Sirius frowned at the screen. “For those of you who apparently think that’s all one-sided: it’s really not.”

“He came downstairs to get me at ten or eleven at night the other day. We’re both hockey nerds, so it happens from time to time.”

“Are we going to keep doing tiktoks? Oh, for sure, they’re a ton of fun.”

“Absolutely. Where else am I going to get the inspiration to glue things shut just to irritate him?”

Sirius shook his head with a smile. “Diablotin.”

“Nothing like being called a gremlin by your fiancé,” Remus laughed, tapping the screen. “Okay…who’s the best in bed?”

“I’d say we both sleep really well,” Sirius said. “You talk sometimes, which is really funny.”

Remus glanced over. “Do I really?”

“Yep. I think you were grocery shopping the other night. You kept saying orange juice very adamantly.”

“Interesting. I agree, though, we both value sleep.”

“There are too many questions!” Sirius scooted forward and sifted through them. “To jay-mac 2001, we both love kids and might have some in a few years. No, mermaid queen, we don’t really have friends outside of hockey because we don’t have lives outside of hockey—” Remus leaned his forehead on Sirius’ shoulder as he laughed. “—but I’m sure that will change someday. Oh, here’s a fun one: what are our love languages?”

“Our what?”

“Love languages. Like the Buzzfeed quiz Pots made us take last week.” The screen lit up and Sirius looked offended. “Of course we know what Buzzfeed is! We’re 25, you fuckers!”

“I think mine was quality time.”

Sirius pulled Remus’ arm further around his shoulders and leaned into his side with a smile. “It’s physical affection,” he singsonged, making him laugh. “Your turn.”

“Have you finally found your song?” Remus read aloud. “I think so! We did an interview a while back and there was a question about our ‘couple song’, which we didn’t have at the time.”

“That didn’t answer the question, sweetheart.”

“Oh! Shit, sorry. It’s La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf.”

Sirius read the next question and snorted. “This is convenient. Who swears more?”

Remus looked away. “It’s, uh, a tie.”

“That’s such a lie.”

He sighed. “It’s probably me.”

“You taught a literal baby to swear.” Sirius turned back to the camera with a wicked grin. “Harry’s first word was ‘Loops’, but his second was ‘shit’ and there’s an eighty percent chance he learned it from Re.”

“Changing the subject!” Remus cleared his throat, then smiled. “Aw, I like this one. What’s the compliment you get most often from your partner?”

“Does it have to be verbal?”

“Sirius.”

Sirius’ eyes went wide. “Not like that! Oh, fuck, I did not mean that! You always touch my hair, so I figured that was a compliment. Merde.”

Remus shook his head. “We need a supervisor again. Anyways, you talk about my freckles all the time and it’s adorable.”

“You’re adorable.”

“Sap.”

“Yeah.” Sirius kissed his cheek. “What’s the best date I’ve ever been on? We went ice skating at the local rink a few weeks ago and it was so much fun. I had never done that before.”

Remus’ eyebrows rose. “I thought for sure you would say the aquarium.”

“The aqu—oh, right! With the jellyfish arch!”

“Yeah!”

“Now it’s a tie, I can’t decide.”

“That’s fair. From spaceman93: who tops? We actually don’t have a bunk bed, though that would be cool as hell! Do you think Ikea sells them?”

“We should check.”

The screen exploded into activity again and Remus did a double-take. “Yes, we do buy our furniture from Ikea, there’s no need to sound so shocked. This person—I can’t read your username, sorry—wants to know which of us is more cuddly.”

“Definitely me,” Sirius said.

“For sure. I like cuddling people, but only a select few. I mean, I’m assuming you guys saw the Cap cuddles slideshow at our last game.” He laughed when Sirius turned pink. “Why are you embarrassed? It was cute!”

“There’s a hashtag now!” Sirius complained. “I have a reputation.” Remus rolled his eyes fondly as Sirius looked for the next question. “Ha! Do we ever get jealous?”

“Yes, but not for the reasons people might think.”

Sirius laughed quietly. “We went out to a bar for Kasey’s birthday a month or so ago—”

“Oh, please no.”

“—and a young lady was hitting on me, not taking the hint—”

“Jesus.”

“—so Re comes out of nowhere and kisses me full on the mouth in front of everyone.” He snickered and Remus hid his face in his hands. “It was kinda hot, not gonna lie. Really funny looking back, though. Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Who is clumsier? Ooh, we’re both disasters off the ice. I tripped over the carpet about twenty minutes ago.”

“I’ve run into every doorframe in this house at least twice.” Sirius grimaced. “If I could just tape my skates to my feet and always be on ice, that would be much safer.”

Remus cocked his head to the side. “I dunno, it would be hard to sleep in them.”

“I do that all that time.”

“That’s true, you take a nap in the hall at least once a week in full gear.”

“Reverse Edward Scissorhands.” They had to take a moment to stop laughing before Sirius turned back to the phone. “Mon dieu. Alright, what do we have next…when did you know I was ‘the one’? When did you know, mon amour?”

“Breaking out the nicknames, very snazzy,” Remus teased as he rested his chin on his hand. “I think it was just an accumulation of things, and then one day I went ‘oh shit’ and just knew. Sometime around New Year’s, maybe?”

“You only made it two months?” Sirius teased, nudging him lightly.

“Shush, you.” Remus nudged him back. “I knew I wanted to propose when I came home from hanging out with Leo and you were napping with the dog. You had done the dishes and left Avatar on so we could watch it together, and I opened the door and knew that I wanted that moment forever.”

Sirius smile was unbearably soft, and he kissed Remus on the cheek as hearts filled the comments section. “I’ve never seen so many keysmashes in my life,” he laughed when he looked back to it. “Hey, someone addressed one to you specifically.”

“Really?” He leaned forward eagerly. “To Remus, do you feel like part of the team yet? I do, a hundred percent! It helped that I was close with a lot of the guys from being the PT, so those friendships carried over really well. Being a player on the roster has only made that better and it’s the best job in the world.”

“Who has the better smile? We’re going to say each other, so I think we’ll leave that one to the comments—fuck, that was a bad idea, it’s moving too fast for me to read!” Sirius tapped the screen desperately, then gave up and waited for the scrolling to slow down. “Ask each other one question you’ve always wanted to know the answer to.”

“Do you actually want to get your ears pierced?” Remus asked. “You talked about it a while ago but I wasn’t sure if you were kidding.”

Sirius thought for a minute, biting his lip. “Y’know, I might. It was one of those things where it started as a joke and then I kept thinking about it. I’m not sure, hockey’s not the best sport to have things that can catch and tear.” They both winced at the idea. “My turn. What is it about pineapple pizza that you actually enjoy?”

“It annoys you.” Remus laughed as Sirius rolled his eyes. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I honestly don’t know why I like it so much. There’s something about the sweetness that goes so well with the regular pizza taste. Okay, last question for me: how many freckles do I have? Not many right now.”

“So many in the summer,” Sirius said dreamily. “That’s the best part of summertime and the only reason I like Florida. They might have bouncy ice, but it’s worth it to see the freckles pop.”

“Whew, Florida’s getting mad in the comments!” Remus grinned. “Get some real ice, then come talk to us.”

“Final question, then we really have to go. What does your partner look best in?” Sirius drummed his fingers on his knees. “His jersey. Or my jersey. He does own a pair of skinny jeans, though, and that was the closest thing to a religious experience I’ve ever had.”

“They’re comfortable.” Remus shrugged, but he looked rather self-satisfied. “That’s all we have time for, folks, but thanks for joining us!”

“Go Lions!”

[nathanknowsitall]

Jealous

Summary: You were going to tell Tom today that you had a crush on him, but he went to the club with the boys instead.

Notes: This is dedicated to people who can’t help but be a little jealous sometimes. It gets to the best of us. <3

For some odd reason, you had decided that today was going to be the day you told Tom that you liked him. Or, more accurately, that you had always found him attractive, always wanted to always be around him, and are in love with him. But that didn’t happen.

When you went over to Tom’s house that afternoon, he had been mid-conference call, so you had made yourself comfortable on the couch and decided to watch something on his big TV, trying to distract yourself from what you were going to tell him and all the doubts you had spinning around in your mind.

A couple episodes in, Tom came out dressed in a tight black shirt and some jeans that fit him in all the right places. You tried to ignore the sudden heat that came into your cheeks as Tom raised his brow at you while you squirmed.

“You know, if you’re warm you can turn the A/C up darling? No need to suffer when you’ve got Spider-Man money”, he said with a wink as he went to turn the A/C up, while you rolled your eyes as you tried to compose yourself.

“What are you all dressed up for?”, you asked instead of trying to come up with a witty retort. 

“Me and the boys are going out clubbing tonight actually...trying to cure the dry spell if you know what I mean...”, he said winking again and sticking his tongue out, pretending to be a proper fuckboy as you laughed and tried to ignore the jealousy in the pit of your stomach. 

Tom then turned and looked at you, as if he was really checking you out. 

“You’re dressed up nice, are you going somewhere? On a date or something? Someone from Tinder? No...Bumble?”, he teased as you tried to ignore the way your throat dried up. 

I was hoping I would be going on a date with you, you div, you thought as you looked down at the outfit you had picked out with him in mind. A casual dress with some heels. 

It’s fine, I could do this tomorrow? Or the day after that? Or never?

“No, no, just...I don’t know? Felt like it, I guess?”, you shrugged as Tom looked at you curiously. He looked as if he wanted to ask you more, but then there was banging at the door, probably the boys. 

“Hey!”, the boys yelled as they barged into Tom’s home.

“Hey pretty girl!”, Harrison said as he hugged you, pulling you close. He knew that Tom hated when he flirted or got close with you, but he loved teasing Tom when he got jealous. 

“I didn’t get to tell him”, you whispered sadly into Harrison’s shoulder. Harrison was one of the only people you had told about your apparently “very obvious crush” on Tom and had been a really helpful part of your plan to tell Tom that you loved him. Well, failed plan.

“Well, if Tom doesn’t see what a dream girl you are, I think I might snatch you up!”, he teased. You felt your mood lighten slightly as you both giggled.

You greeted the rest of the boys with hugs and they all made a point of complimenting you on how nice you looked just to see Tom get jealous.

“That dress fits you so good, Y/N! You should wear more of them!”

“You look so gorgeous, I still can’t believe you’re single!”

“Maybe you guys should go, I’ll just stay here and snuggle with Y/N...”

“That’s enough of you lot for tonight!”, Tom said, obviously pissed, as the rest of the boys giggled at the outburst. You turned your head, eyebrow raised at Tom, as his face turned into one of panic. I just exposed myself!, Tom thought as he tried to recover from what he said.

“Do you want to go out with us tonight, Y/N?”, Tom said softly, coming to hold your hands in his. 

You felt so many emotions in that moment. Your heart was beating so fast as you tried to process what he had just asked you. Your heart hurt so bad from not being able to tell him that you liked him. You were so confused about his sudden outburst. You definitely did not want to see him getting all gooey-eyed over someone else. 

“I think I’ll stay here, if that’s alright with you?”, you said as you resolved yourself to watching romcoms on Netflix and trying to recover from the fatal emotional blow that was today.

“But, baby-no-Y/N”, Tom rambled while you looked at him confused.

“Baby?”, you questioned as the boys looked between you two with wide eyes.

“No, no, I meant Y/N! Y/N, are you sure?”, Tom said with big puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes in fake bashfulness.

“No, I’m fine, I had a hard day I want to stay here.”

“Okay then...make yourself comfortable and we’ll get going”, Tom hesitantly.

“Okay, bye! Have fun!”, You said as you put on something on Netflix while they headed out the door. 

                                                              -

“Tom, why are you so sad? You’ve been sad ever since we left the house mate, what’s going on?”, Harrison said as he sat down next to Tom in the booth the boys had decided to occupy for tonight. 

Tom just shook his head, “Nothing...nothing at all.”

“Well you don’t have to lie so blatantly if you’re going to bother lying to me. I know it’s about Y/N.”

“What about Y/N?”, Tom said, faking naivety. 

“I’m asking the questions here Tom. Why are you not enjoying yourself right now?”.

“I don’t know...I kind of just want to go home.”

“To be with Y/N?”.

“No, it’s just not fun here.”

“Oh really? ‘Cause it sure seems like they’re having fun over there”, Harrison said as he nudged his head over where Harry and Tuwaine were dancing with people and seeming to have the time of their life. Tom giggled as he took another sip of his beer, avoiding Harrison. 

“So?”, Harrison questioned.

“So...what?”, Tom shot back. 

“Are you going home or?”.

“Why would I go home mate? You’re being ridiculous Harrison. I came here to have fun, so let’s have fun!”, Tom said with false enthusiasm.

“No, you’re going home right now and I’m driving you”, Harrison said as he practically dragged Tom out of the club and into the parking lot.

“Mate, what are you doing?”, Tom exclaimed as he got his hand loose.

“I have a secret to tell you and I can only tell it to you if you get in the car.”

“Are you serious Harrison?”

“I’m dead serious. Get in the car.”

“Okay, fine, but I did it because I’m nosy”, Tom says as he gets in the car.

“Whatever you need to say...”, Harrison said as he started the car and started driving. After a couple of minutes of silence, they came to a petrol station and Harrison stopped.

“What?”, Tom says, thinking that his best mate just went absolutely bonkers.

“What?”, Harrison said nonchalantly as he turns off the car. 

“What is going on? What are you going to tell me? Why are we outside of a petrol station? I’m dying here, man.”

“Well...I’ll only tell you if you promise not to tell Y/N”, Harrison said as he held out his pinky.

“Okay...”, Tom said as he offered his pinky and promised.

“Okay, now that’s settled...Y/N is in love with you. Absolutely, completely, and totally head over heels for your ass. I feel sorry for her because you’re so oblivious, but I digress. She was going to tell you that tonight but then that got messed up by...I guess the boys, including me and-I’m sorry but how did you not notice it before? It was so obvious?”, Harrison said very seriously with frustration as if the answer was so obvious. 

Tom had absolutely paid no attention since Harrison said Y/N was in love with him. His crush since forever ago liked him back? The person he always dreamed of but thought he could never have liked him back? Y/N loved him?

“Tom! You div!”, Harrison said as he snapped in front of Tom’s face, startling Tom. Tom looked at Harrison with the most vulnerable, weak face, ever.

“Really?”, Tom said with excitement and nerves in his voice.

“Yes, really Tom! Now go into that petrol station and buy Y/N snacks so you can go home and spend your night watching movies and having the time of your life with them!”, Harrison said as he practically shoved Tom out of the car. 

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You heard keys started to jangle and the door open and you ran to go hide in the kitchen, knowing that it was probably the boys coming back with their one night stands. You went looking for something to eat but you still felt jealousy still in the back of your mind knowing that Tom will never want you in the same way.

“Darling, why do you look so sad?”, Tom said as he stood looking at you from the doorway of the kitchen.

“Tom what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be out partying? Where are the boys?”, you said as you tried to wipe the tears away.

“Well, I decided that I’d much rather be here with you, that’s all. And I got us some snacks”, Tom said as he held up the grocery bag he had before putting it on the counter, “But I want to know why you’re crying, love”.

You bit your lip for a second before you decided to just go for it.

“Tom, I felt jealous thinking that you were going to sleep with someone when I’d much rather have you here with me. I always want you in my life and I just want us to be together. I love you so much and I absolutely understand if you don’t feel the same way. I won’t be mad at-”, you stopped as you realized that Tom was standing extremely close. 

“Do you really mean all of that?”, Tom said earnestly as he looked between your eyes and your lips over and over again, while you did the exact same. 

“Yes.” 

With a simple word, he kissed you and you felt all of the jealousy melt away. 

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[wlntrsldler]

unrequited (draco malfoy/ cedric diggory series)

PROMPT: You and Cedric grew up together. After the tragedy of the Triwizard Tournament, you’re left feeling empty without your best friend. Draco Malfoy steps into the picture. Will the feelings be reciprocated? Or will it be unrequited?

WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, fluff, sadness??? slow burn

PAIRING: draco malfoy x reader and cedric diggory x reader; hufflepuff reader

WC: 2.5K+

UNREQUITED MASTERLIST

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PART 2

The next school year felt empty. You spent the whole summer with your Muggle relatives, not having the heart to go back to the places you spent time in with Cedric. Mr. Diggory fell off the face of the Wizard World, taking time for himself. After the funeral, he bid you a short goodbye, unable to look at your face without seeing the absence of his son. You couldn’t blame him as every time you looked in his eyes, you were haunted by the same emptiness that you saw in Cedric’s eyes before they forced it closed. 

You hadn’t smiled in a long time, not since the day of the final round. Ron, Hermione, and Harry tried their hardest to stay in touch with you but you refused to write back. You couldn’t find it in your heart to reply, your chest growing heavy every time you inked your quill. It didn’t seem right. 

You packed your luggage, grabbing clothes from your closet, ones that you haven’t touched since your arrival to the Muggle world. You forced yourself to detach from the Wizard world for the time being, wanting nothing else but to forget the pain you endured in your last moments at Hogwarts. It never truly worked, really. Every night you looked up to the sky and watched the stars twinkle and thought of Cedric. The color of the sunflowers planted in your aunt’s front garden, beamed with brightness and the color of happiness, and all you thought of was Cedric. The smell of fresh parchment and the aroma of his scent tormented you when you found yourself stumbling into the rabbit hole of gifts he gave you over the years; You missed Cedric terribly.

As you zipped up your last bag, the lone, yellow sweater stayed still on the hanger. The blood stain seemed to glow, reminding you of the harsh reality you had to face. Cedric is gone and he’s not coming back. You gulped, hands trailing over the intricate detail of the yellow sweater. You could still feel him. 

As you boarded the train, you shuffled past your fellow Hogwarts students, trying to find the Golden Trio. You hoped that they didn’t harbor any hard feelings due to your absence. They seemed to be the only ones you had left and you realized as you knocked on the door that separated you from them, that you might’ve just lost them too. 

“Would it be alright if I sat with you all?” You asked, voice small and trembling as their intense gaze fell upon you. 

The three stared at you, eyes showing nothing but concern over their broken friend. Hermione smiled sadly at you, scooting over her seat to make some room for you. Ron took your heavy bag and placed it beside him, helping you carry the burden of loneliness with a simple gesture. Harry grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze as you passed by him to get to your seat. You returned the act, not having enough energy in your body to do much else. 

The space was silent. The giggling of students from the other side of the door sometimes catching your attention. You heard familiar voices, laughing, getting closer to where you sat. The twins arrived in front of the door, grinning widely when they saw you propped up against the window. 

Fred opened the door, allowing George to come in first and he followed right after. “Y/N! Nice to see you. We missed you.” 

“Nice to see you, as well.” You replied, getting up to embrace the two. 

“We were about to hunt you down ourselves if Ron didn’t stop pacing in his room wondering about your whereabouts.” George complained. 

“Yeah, he’s a room above us and he kept us up all night! Sometimes Harry and Hermione would join him and it’s three times worse!” Fred added on. “But we’re glad you’re back.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at their words. Your cheeks cramped up at the sensation of the unfamiliar feeling. You couldn’t remember the last time you smiled. You buried your head in between the two some more before laughing slightly once you heard Ron’s protests. Hermione and Harry joined a little bit after, enjoying the smile that graced your features for the first time since Cedric. 

When you arrived at Hogwarts, your heart sunk knowing that it was the first time that you would be walking to the Hufflepuff dormitories by yourself, without Cedric by your side. Besides Cedric, you really didn’t know anyone in your house. You often hung out with the Trio, the Weasleys, and Cedric, nobody else. You walked up the stairs on your own, trying to ignore the looks of pity that other Hufflepuffs shot your way. Of course everyone knew how close you and Cedric were. And of course everyone knew how much his death took a toll on you. 

You ignored the hushed whispers that welcomed you when you walked into the dormitories. You rolled your eyes at their failed attempts to be discrete, glaring at them when you caught them staring at you with their nosy eyes. You shook your head, tugging at the sleeve of your robe. 

Once you were settled in, you made it your mission to stay away from Hufflepuff’s side of the castle. A fear that you’ve always had in your heart started to bubble inside of you. A part of you always felt like you were only placed in Hufflepuff because Cedric played a huge role in your life. It was like once he vanished, the aspects of you that are meant to be in Hufflepuff left with him. After all, he was the only one who even assured you that you belonged where he was placed. You were sure everyone else in the house saw traces of the other houses in you. 

You sat by yourself in the garden, reading a book on Potions with scribbles written along the margins. Cedric’s messy handwriting always did make it difficult for you to follow along. You closed the book, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the idea of him crashing down on you in waves. You hadn’t thought about Cedric in so long but now that you’re back in Hogwarts, it was inevitable. 

If it wasn’t the framed picture of him that greeted you once the gates opened, then it was the way students whispered his name under their breaths fearing that you might break down if you heard it spoken from their lips. If it wasn’t the lack of his presence beside you as you sat on the corner right side of the bench, being so used to him sitting to your left, then it was you turning, out of habit, to ask him what this word written in his book was and then realizing that he wasn’t there to answer. If it wasn’t the sound of laughter from across the hall, that so greatly reminded you of his, then it was the smell of the garden drawing you to the secret passageway he used to help you escape in at night. 

“Y/N!” 

You looked up from your feet to see the twins walking happily towards you. You placed the book beside you and looked up at the two boys. “Hello, boys. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“We are planning a fun prank for tonight.” George admitted, silencing his voice to where only you and Fred could hear it. 

“It is our last year after all.” Fred continued. “But we need your help.” 

You cocked an eyebrow, “How can I be of service, Weasleys?” 

“We need a look out.” They said in unison. “We’re planning to sneak out after hours and start a light show. Explosions in the air, in all colors. No harm, of course, but just something to ruffle their feathers.” 

“What do you need me to do?” You asked, intrigued by their plan. 

“We just need you to let us know when any of Umbridge’s little brats are coming. They’re the ones patrolling now and we lost our privileges as Head Boys.” Fred stated, his disapproval of Umbridge evident in his voice. 

“Yeah, the prank is totally harmless. We reckoned everyone just needs a pick me up with everything going on right now.” 

“I’m in.” You smiled. “You two always did know what’s best for us all in times of uncertainty.” 

“That’s our job, Y/N.” They chirped before waving goodbye. “Meet us outside the Great Hall once they call lights out.��� 

Time seemed to move awfully slow. The moments leading up to the night dragged on forever. You couldn’t contain your excitement the entire day. The Trio knew of the plan, telling you to calm down when you got too giddy, in fear that someone might catch on. But you couldn’t help it. It was the first time that you'd been excited about something; Something other than the mark of the day ending. 

By the time they called lights out, you nearly sprinted to the designated meeting place. You tiptoed down the hall, looking around for the two gingers that formulated the plan. All of the other students, besides the Slytherins, knew of the plan and they all played along like it was a normal night but in reality, they were all waiting for the show to begin. 

Once you spotted the boys, you rushed over to their side, giving them a brief hug before starting your job as a lookout. 

“Malfoy is out tonight,” Fred started, head turning left and right to make sure that nobody was coming. “So be careful. You know he gets.” 

You haven’t seen Malfoy since the day Cedric passed. You knew that he was aware that Cedric is no longer here but you didn’t know how he would treat you because of it. But knowing Malfoy, not much will change. He’ll continue to be the spoiled, rotten, Slytherin prince that he is, with no care for people’s feelings. He lacked empathy and sometimes you wondered if it’s because nobody ever showed him what that meant. 

You pushed the thought out of your head, clearing your mind from the complexities that is Draco Malfoy. You grinned up at the twins and prepared to do your job. Before the twins could ever step away from you to start the prank, Umbridge’s booming voice startled the three of you. 

“Weasleys!” She screeched, her shadow emerging from the corner. “I know about what you’re planning to do!”

The twins looked at each other, then looked at you. They let out a wild laugh, unphased that they might have to make a run for their lives in just a few seconds. They pushed you towards the other direction yelling, “Run, Y/L/N!”

Your eyes widened but you obeyed their orders. You ran as fast as your legs could take you, zigzagging through the halls. You didn’t realize that your feet were following an all too familiar path, a path that you haven’t graced upon in what feels like lifetimes. You stopped in front of the door to the secret passageway, air knocked out of your lungs. You could see the faint outline of the carving of your initials on the cobblestone wall that served to hide the door. You touched the marking with your finger, smiling fondly at the memory of the one who etched it. 

“What are you doing here?” 

You turned, shocked that you were no longer alone. You saw Draco, staring at you intently, eyes bright under his pale skin. He was wearing his Slytherin robe, wand at the ready in his right hand. His finger housed his Slytherin ring, a snake that seemed to hiss when you made eye contact with its emerald green eyes. He looked at you up and down, confused about your disheveled appearance. You realized then how crazy you must’ve looked; Hair in disarray from running against the motion of the wind, pajamas peeking out from under the Hufflepuff robe you wore, and tear stained cheeks. 

“Nothing,” You replied, facing away from the door, hoping that you didn’t cause much attention to it already. “Just making my way back up to the dormitories.” 

“Dormitories are the opposite direction.” 

“Must’ve gotten lost,” You said nonchalantly, slowly walking away from the situation. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here.”

“Wait..” Draco mumbled, following you as you treaded away from him, as inconspicuous as you could manage. “You were with the Weasleys weren’t you?” 

Your face dropped, “Malfoy, we were just having a bit of fun. No harm was going to be done.” 

Draco continued to stare, taking in your appearance. You were thinner than he remembered. Your eyes were sunken in their sockets, the color on your face drained, your hair grew longer too. He saw that you kept twiddling your thumbs, a sign of anxiousness maybe? Your robe also seemed to engulf you, as if you were drowning in the fabric. You couldn't possibly have gotten that much smaller. Then he realized the robe wasn’t yours. 

“Just make your way back to the dormitories.” He sighed, pointing his wand in the direction. “Don’t let Umbridge catch you.” 

You nodded your head, making your way back. You turned away from him before he could catch the expression on your face. Was Draco Malfoy actually kind? You thought of the simple gesture your entire way back to the dormitories. Why was it that he let you off the hook like that? You tried to think of moments where Draco was kind. There wasn’t much that you could think of. Your mind was littered with instances where he called Hermione a “Mudblood” and you a pathetic Hufflepuff. He constantly enraged Ron and Harry with his comments and used his power and status to make everyone else’s life a living hell. 

He wasn’t even kind to Cedric, a boy two years his senior. Draco was kinder to him, though, compared to other students, but he was still brutal nonetheless. Maybe he felt bad that you lost your only friend. But even that thought comes with the assumption that Draco understands the principle of pity and to do so would insinuate that he has a heart. Perhaps he does, you thought, but why does he insist on not showing it?

The word spread around that the Weasley twins got caught and the light show was not going to happen tonight. The students were disappointed as they were looking forward to the escape from reality that it would’ve brought them for even just a few moments. Umbridge’s reign was taking on everybody, it seemed. 

You snuggled into your covers that night, mind split into thinking of two different people. Cedric lingered in your dreams, but honestly there hasn’t been a day where he wasn’t occupying your thoughts. But tonight, you dreamt of a different boy; broken in nature, lonely, it seemed, with hair of snow and eyes of a clouded sea, of a high ranking family and deadly expectations. 

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[galesh]

Wish fulfillment au of Severus who was born in Albus' Dumbledore's time. I just wanted to post it as a reply on a discord server but then it got out of hand. So

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- Two clever swots duking it out... in academics!

- Debating each other of old spells and whether or not they're dark and the librarian jinxing them out of the library with hexes for being too loud

- Albus and Sev rubbing their stung bums and arguing about the hexes the librarian used

- Albus and Sev both discovering they're poor halfbloods and railing against the arswholes in charge who think they can sting their bums and get away with it

- Them stinging each other's bums because it's a fascinating body part and maybe rubbing them with a different set of hands because maybe it'll help, and they're experimental

-Albus viewing the fascinating kid with so much dark potential with new eyes.

-Sev keeping an eye out for the twinkly eyed twit because it's unnerving, really, and because he always found the goodness in others fascinating. He doesn't believe he can emulate it, but maybe some would seep through him in osmosis. That's what that muggle book said anyway

- His ma always said he had a thing for redheads. He's starting to suspect her of practicing black magic

- Albus and Sev working on potions and transfig together because none of them can tell the other they're bloody brilliant and that they're fascinated, and could we just get to stinging bums and rubbing out the soreness please

- Sev visiting the Dumbledore's on summer break because his father is dead and his mother as good as, meeting the creepy girl creature because he's nosy and of course he'd look at the one room Kendra told him not to

- Abe running to Ariana's room because she screams bloody murder. It's only when he gets there that he realises that that bloody snake they let into their house is being accosted by a happily shrieking Arianna who wants to meet this strange new black haired scarecrow her brother likes

- The older one

- Sometimes, Arianna suspects

- Sev being horrified by Ariana's sad tale, and not wanting her to waste away, working with Albus to make sure she can get out

- Abe (begging to) help them because he really wants to, and because he doesn't trust the snake

- Sev learns Abe can't bloody spell after the third time.he has to squint if the bottle has fluxweed or filchweed (Dyslexia is not recognised yet, but it will be, in the muggle world) amd tries to help. It's more insulting than helpful, but he tries!

- Albus feverishly searching for a way to fix what those muggle boys and their mother's imprisonment and his neglect have wrought. Searching in the darkest grimoires, because really, what is honor and goodness if it can't even help his sister?

- Ariana getting her father's silver signet, carved with the runes of protection, family, forgiveness and renewal. They can't fix her magic, but the magic she once loved has caused her loved ones only harm, and really, it's time to stop listening to the voice inside her, who wants to rip her mother to shreds and burn the whole world down

- In the end it's abe, who comforted her when her mum looked at her with hate and Albus ashamed who puts her ring on as she says the words the runes describe. It's hard to forgive her mother and those muggle boys, but Arianna thinks they've suffered enough (it'll be years later that she realises that she left one person, but as she watches her daughter's delightful coo as she Dan's her nose with a glowing goden finger, she is only thankful that her lack of forgiveness didn't take all her magic away).

- She kisses her brother-in-law to be on the cheek, as is only proper for a member of family.

(Ariana has a very feeble grasp on social niceties. She tries, okay! You try learning everything from books while trapped in a cottage like a demented princess, with a brother who even she knows has an unhealthy fascination with goats who'd talk to her normally)

(Arianna's husband and her daughter, who she names Severus --because every universe must have a second child with a severusly controversial name -- would really come to fear her social skills, or lack thereof. Severus blames her godfather and her uncle with a the raging hate of a 10 year old who's been denied Uncle Sev's sweets)

- Sev and Albus competing for the top spot in the classes with professors and the bottom in the classes without

- Albus meeting Gellert in the evening he's supposed to leave for France and noticing the same dark charm. Severus noticing, but wanting to taint it than emulate it

- A black owl pooping on Gellert's golden hair because he Does Not Share!

- Albus sharing his plans to Change The World which would kill a girl with beautiful, uncontrolled magic and put a vengeful father in a prison of his own despair

- Sev agreeing to them and adding some rather inventive and cruel revenges he'd have on the Wankers who disowned his mother for following her heart

- Albus crossing out those points with eyes that twinkle in gentle admonishment, because really Severus, where would you even get a fully grown basilisk, and ignoring the calculating glitter he gets in return

- Abe following the idiots because Ari orders him to help the idiots and he can deny her nothing

- Gellert becoming a Light wizard after being at the wand end of a particularly dark spell (they teach *that* at Hogwarts, the light school!?!?!?!?) By a vengeful gargoyle after he drunkenly kisses*Bruder* Dumbledore

(years later, Headmaster Dippet can't figure out why his newest Dada teacher is so militant about students knowing everything about Dark magic and why some magics should never be studied, or why flinches everytime he sees a mistletoe. He has enough experience at 300 Not To Ask)

- Albus learning the most beautiful healing spell at the hands of a scowling-dark-phoenix with moist, angry black eyes after the 12th use of a dragon's claw soon after he discovered the 12th use of their blood

(Fawkes could never forgive Severus Snape for stealing it's thunder. Also he smells owl. They're the worst!)

-Severus stealing the Flamels' thunder by creating a philosophers stone after being at their home for a month.

(Perenelle suspects it's because Nicholas, who can be really old fashioned about these things, forbade their apprentice and that brilliant boy with no thoughts from rooming together)

- Severus lacing Albus' lemon drops with the elixir of life because clearly, that imbecilic martyr thinks dragon claw wounds are amusing

- Albus lacing Severus' tea with it because it would be such a horrible thing to live alone

(or without the one person who matters, no offence to his family. Oh, alright Abe, you're definitely not it!)

(the elixir of life prepared yearly mysteriously dissappears into tea and lemon drops. Albus stops worrying over Severus getting killed by vampires while he gets their teeth in exchange of galleons like a demented tooth fairy, and Severus stops worrying about Albus getting nicked by antsy Dragons or Phoenixes or Nifflers, or whoever Albus scraps with in his spare time)

- Albus putting his demented convoluted plans in motion by destroying wizarding currency through inflation. It somehow leads to a goblin revolution, equal rights for magical creatures, and the adoption of muggle currency. Don't ask

(Rumour has it that Gellert, Wizarding Britain's champion one look at the the scowling face of a Severus Snape and proposes negotiations.

Muggle currency was great, really. Made mathematical sense, easier to handle, and twinkly eyed not quite evil overlords can't dependably reproduce all the identifiers. They hope

Quite coincidentally, as Severus will assure you, all the pureblood families --including the Princes, coincidentally-- lose all their accumulated money in the resulting changeover.)

- Albus rules everything from behind the iron curtain with gentle fists and an open smile. Everyone learns to agree with him because behind him stands the spectre of DEATHOMgWatdidyoudo that you want to always keep happy)

- An excited Tom Riddle learns about magic from a charming Professor who's really interested in how he speaks, and who agrees that muggles are awful but keep it down will you?

- Tom Riddle learns to confide in and trust the person who introduced him to the magical world; and tells him when he accidentally discovers the chamber of secrets while hissing open at one of the taps in the girls loo that just wouldn't dispense water (he was under a lot of pressure okay! No, he's not a creep!)

- Tom Riddle grows up to be a politician with a particularly hard view on those muggles. Being backed by the Headmaster of Hogwarts helps. The society has made great strides in the concept of equality and democracy however, and most creatures really don't like him for some insane reason. Albus Dumbledore wins the elections by a landslide again. Tom is tenacious, and plots for when he'd get the position after the old man dies

(On his deathbed, Professor Emeritus of Hogwarts, Professor Tom, curses todgy old men with unnaturally long lifespans)

-Harry Potter, who grew up loved and a headmaster who didn't want to train him in any way, shape, or form (Harry was glad. Headmaster Grindenwald was nice and all, but he really didn't want to know all about the Dark arts and why not to use them kplzthnx). He went on to work at the ministry because his mother instilled in him values of fairness, kindness, and Get Out The House And Go To Work You Bum!

(He named

- Ariana's first kid is named after Abe. Her second is called Severus. Severus being a girl, never forgives her, and years later, when her son is born, names him Ariana with a vindictive gleam in her eyes.

(Ariana never really learned a the social niceties. They're horribly ineffective, and Abe tells her she's always charming in any case)

(Severus Smith is comforted by the fact that her godfather is a immortal wizard who gives her the best sweets)

- Severus and Albus never really fall out of love, even though they fall out of bed many times. They are a different breed of men, really. Eternal devotion means eternal devotion, as they find out. The Flamels' are happy they finally get to go on what the muggles call double dates.

- They also never stop stinging each other on the bum, but that is a rather more mature tale.

#pls ignore #severus snape #albus dumbledore #snumbledore #for spider #discord has a 2000 character limit #how rude

[strangenewfriends]

Hey do you maybe know any fics where louis and/or harry (preferably both, but one is fine as well) are detectives? Basically anything to do with them solving crimes. Thanks in advance!

I may be playing it a bit broad with the term detective in some of these but here you go:

There’s No Antidote for This Curse by LiveLaughLoveLarry:  New York City, 1924. Harry Styles is an Auror working for MACUSA. Louis Tomlinson is an investigative reporter for the Daily Prophet in London. They haven't seen each other for years, but when bodies start showing up in Central Park, Louis travels to New York to cover the story. The two work together to uncover the killer, and uncover a few other secrets along the way.

Etched in Salt (is a cathedral of the world) by helloamhere:  Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he's stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is.

Once Upon a Dream and the sequel the dream that you wish by thedeathchamber:  Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

It’s a Better Place (Since you came along) by phdmama:  When Harry Styles, a mid-level talent, Finder, and small business owner, sets off on the vacation of a lifetime with his best friend, Niall Horan, he has no idea the changes his life will undergo over the next nine days. He's got it all planned - there's going to be shore excursions, lounging by the pool on the deck of the luxurious cruise ship, not to mention margaritas. What he does not plan for are the new friends, new bonds, or the mystery from his past that comes back to haunt him, and he certainly hasn't planned for Louis. (the crime solving isn’t the main focus of the fic but it is harrys job and becomes more prominent later)

You’ve Got That Power Over Me by patdkitten: Hedgewitch Louis is new to Hedgehog Harbor, near the tip of Door County, having inherited his great aunt’s house and her responsibilities. He thinks it’s going to be a simple life, like some variation of the great aunts from Practical Magic, where he spends his days whipping up potions for lovelorn women. However, his very first day in Hedgehog Harbor involves finding a dead body of a woman in his kitchen and a particularly nosy firefighter, who keeps crossing Louis’ path. (as you can see neither are technically detectives in this either but theres a mystery and trying to solve it)

Into This Mess by crimsontheory:  The first day of Louis’ promotion is going well, far better than he expected. That is until his new partner shows up, who just so happens to be the guy who stumbled half-dressed out of his flat that same morning. Or the enemies to lovers detective AU.

the world is vast by wallstracktwo: He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead he kicked the brick wall before collapsing against it, his head back, rain beating against his face, mixing with his tears. They stood in silence for a few moments before Harry looked to Louis. He saw the same sadness and sorrow as the night before. He felt the same connection, the same feeling that he and Louis were alike - both broken looking to belong. Or - The Killing Au 

#asks #anon #fics #i kept it to ones i have read

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Light After Dark: Chapter Six

Summary: Brooke Harris was trying her best to be grateful. As the world tackled the COVID-19 pandemic, she was healthy and safe and so was the rest of her family, but her dreams had very quickly been crushed by the economic fallout. Trapped on the quaint island of Jersey with nothing, but free time to wallow in her mistakes, Brooke’s mental health was taking a hit, but when she collides with a handsome stranger she starts to realize that the future might not be so bleak and there might still be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Content warning: Mention of overdose and past death of a close friend. It’s not too detailed, but I wanted to give people a heads up just in case.

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May. 12. 2020 

Henry: I have a proposition for you

Me: That makes me slightly nervous

Me: What is it?

Henry: Would you like to go on a hike?

Henry: We can keep our distance and I've heard it's harder to spread/catch if you're outside

Henry: I completely understand if you're not comfortable though

I thought about it for a moment. As long as there wasn't too many people out on the trails then it should be pretty low risk as long as we kept our distance and I hadn't been out of the house at all since taking the cake over to Henry's house for his birthday. So, after my brief deliberation, I accepted his invitation.

Henry: Great, meet me at my house in twenty?

Me: Sounds good!

I quickly dragged myself off the couch, threw all the necessities into a bum bag, grabbed a sweater from my closet and shouted goodbye to my family with a brief explanation of where I was headed. They shouted a few questions back, but I rushed out the door without giving them a chance to get too nosy.

Me: On my way!

I sent to Henry when I was about halfway there before adding another message

Me: All masked up and ready to go

Me:

 As I turned onto Henry's street, he was standing outside his house, looking down at his phone as Kal sniffed the sidewalk around him.

"I like your sweater," Henry smirked as I got within a reasonable distance.

"Thanks," I smiled. "I thought it might scare any bears we might run into. You know, they might get confused and think I'm one of them."

Henry laughed and shook his head.

"There's no bears in Jersey that aren't locked up in a zoo," He informed me. "There's absolutely no dangerous wildlife around here."

"That's reassuring," I smirked. "But it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Fair enough," Henry chuckled before pausing. "Would you feel more comfortable if I wore a mask as well?"

I appreciated his offer, but shrugged.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," I assured him. "I know you've been staying pretty isolated and I'll probably take it off once we're off the main roads, but it just gives me peace of mind if we run into anyone along the way."

"Alright," He smiled. "Shall we head off then?"

I nodded and we started off down the street, Henry whistling for Kal to follow. He did so obediently, nudging his nose against my hand before walking a few paces ahead of us.

"I'm glad Kal gets to come," I commented. "But aren't you worried he might dart off after any little critter he sees?"

"Not really," Henry shrugged, respectfully staying on the edge of the road, just off the sidewalk as I walked along the opposite side. "I've got him quite well-trained. He might get distracted, but as soon as I call him he'll come back."

"What a good boy!"

Kal's tail wagged at that, but he was too busy sniffing around some bushes to pay much attention to us.

"He is," Henry nodded. "He's been an amazing asset. He comes with me every where I go and I can't imagine getting through this whole acting experience without him."

"That's really sweet," I smiled. "I always wanted a dog, but it's such a big commitment. I wouldn't want to get one and then be too busy to give it the kind of life it deserves."

"It is a massive commitment," He agreed. "I'm very lucky that I'm able to bring Kal on almost all of my travels and that when I'm on set there's always someone happy to keep him company."

"Well who wouldn't want to keep him company? He's gorgeous."

I held back a remark about dogs looking like their owners as Henry grinned proudly and we fell into a comfortable silence.

****

It was only about a ten minute walk before we turned off the main road and onto a more secluded path. The sun was starting to get stronger as it was almost mid-afternoon so I slipped my mask down to my neck so that I wouldn't get too hot, but could cover up quickly if we passed anyone on the trails. Somewhere along the way we'd fallen into asking each other random questions and, while most of it was silly, some of it was proving to be rather informative.

"That's so boring," I wrinkled my nose when he told me that his favourite fruit was an apple. "Considering how much of a world traveller you are I would have expected something much more exotic."

Henry chuckled at that as he did every time I criticized one of his answers.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Maybe a papaya or a dragon fruit," I theorized. "Anything more exciting than a boring old apple."

"I don't think I've even tried either of those," He admitted. "Now, speaking of travelling, what's one place that you've not been to, but would love visit one day?"

I thought about it for a moment before answering.

"There's quite a few really, I haven't travelled nearly as much as I would have liked," I confessed. "But if I had to choose somewhere to go first, I think I'd choose Canada. Australia is a close second, but I'm terrified of spiders and I hear there's a lot there. So Canada, the part where the mountains and lakes are."

"My brother lives there," Henry's face lit up. "My younger brother, Charlie. He lives in Calgary which, from my understanding, is quite close to the mountains and lakes."

"That's so cool," I smiled, my words dripping with envy. "Have you been to visit him?"

"No," He sighed. "Usually he's the one to come here. He was back briefly before the lockdown actually, but he left to be with his family just before I came back to Jersey so we didn't see each other."

He looked sad as he spoke and I felt a pang of sympathy in my chest.

"That must be hard," I said softly. "Especially not knowing when international travel will be back up and running."

"It's tough," He nodded. "I'm used to only seeing him once or twice a year, but it's definitely worse not knowing how long it will be until we can all be together again. He's safe though and so is his family and that's what matters the most these days, isn't it?"

I nodded in agreement before a smile slid onto my face.

"And now, you can tell your brother that you'll be visiting as soon as you're allowed to because I fully intend to take advantage of this connection and make you take me there."

"Make me?" Henry laughed. "And how do you intend to do that?"

"I can be very persuasive," I smirked with a suggestive lift of an eyebrow before turning my attention back to the path before he could react. "So, if you weren't an actor, what would be doing?"

"I'd probably be in the military," He answered without having to think about it too much. "A couple of my brothers are and I'm quite disciplined so it seems like a good fit."

"More dangerous though..."

"Well, I do my own stunts so sometimes acting gets dangerous," Henry pointed out. "I did spend a lot of time hanging out of a helicopter for Mission Impossible."

"Yeah, but there's a whole team of people responsible for making sure that you don't die, right?"

"Of course and the stunt teams are amazing," He smirked. "But that doesn't mean there isn't any risk, accidents do happen."

I grimaced slightly, knowing that he was probably right.

"You should switch to baking," I suggested. "Definitely a lot safer."

Henry laughed, shaking his head.

"Alright, well, my next question is: have you ever had any bad baking mishaps?" He asked. "It might not compare to action stunts, but I'd imagine there's the potential for some nasty injuries."

"There is, but luckily I've always been pretty careful. A few minor burns and the odd slice of a knife, but nothing too serious. I have seen some pretty nasty stuff over the years though. Like once..." I paused for a second. "Wait, do you want to hear this? It's pretty bad."

"Yeah, go on," Henry nodded. "I think I can handle it."

"Okay, so, one of the bakeries I worked in for a while made a lot of things like doughnuts and churros so we had a deep fryer." My skin started to crawl just thinking of the memory and from the look on Henry's face he seemed to regret agreeing to hear about it, but I continued. "One day, my co-worker was cleaning the counter next to it, scrubbing really hard on a super sticky spot and her hand slipped and shot right into the boiling hot oil.”

"Oh my god," Henry squeezed his eyes shut, his fist clenching as if he was experiencing the pain himself. "That's horrible. Were you there? Was she okay?"

"I was," I nodded. "It was like it happened in slow motion and she didn't even scream, I guess from the shock, but I was hysterical. I kept expecting her skin to just slide off any minute like you see in the movies, but thank goodness it wasn't quite that bad."

"I think I'm going to have nightmares just hearing that story," Henry cringed. "Has it scared you off ever going near a deep fryer again?"

"I haven't had to use them much since that job actually, but it definitely made me very cautious," I admitted with a wrinkle of my nose. "What about you? Any nasty injuries on set?"

"No, I've been lucky as well. The stunt teams are all very good at their jobs so other than a few near misses with a sword here and there, I've never been in any real danger."

"Do you actually use real swords?"

"For the most part," Henry nodded. "For the Blaviken fight scene in the Witcher we used swords that were cut in half and then CGI edited in afterwards because we did it all in one take and there were a lot of moving parts that made it more dangerous."

"You filmed it all in one take?"

We were on a fairly steep incline and I was feeling the effect. My words struggled to come out as I fought to catch my breath and I was happy to give Henry some more time to talk before I had to answer any more questions.

"We did," He smiled proudly. "For the flow of the scene, it just made the most sense, but it was difficult. The cameramen couldn't see where they were going at all, they just had to use their memory with someone guiding them from behind so everyone had to hit all the marks just right to make sure there were no collisions. And with it all being one take, if anyone made a mistake or the timing was off at all then we had to stop the whole thing and start from the beginning."

"Wow, that's...impressive."

Henry caught my slight gasp for breath and looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you need to rest for a moment?"

I nodded and we both stopped walking as I pulled my inhaler out of my bum bag. I took a quick puff followed by a few slow breaths until I had managed to steady my breathing.

"Sorry about that. My asthma has been playing up the last few days and that hill just took it out of me..."

I felt silly getting winded while he was so unfazed, but he waved me off.

"Don't apologize," He insisted. "We can take a break whenever you need. There's been a lot of hills and I didn't even think about your asthma so I'm sorry for that."

"No need to be sorry. I haven't left the house at all since I brought your cake over last week so it's good for me to exercise," I assured him as I started walking again, much to Kal's delight as he charged off ahead of us again. "Anyway, back to your sword fight. That must have taken so much practice!"

"It definitely did," Henry nodded. "Hours and hours of it. It's like training for a big dance number really, everyone has to hit their marks exactly right, but we pulled it off first try."

I couldn't help, but smile at the pride in his voice.

"That's amazing. It must have felt incredible when you finished and knew you'd nailed it."

"Absolutely," He grinned. "So, if your asthma gets in the way of certain exercises, how do you stay so in shape?"

I felt my cheeks heat up at the subtle compliment, but he was looking ahead and keeping an eye on Kal so luckily he didn't notice.

"I do yoga," I told him. "Not the most exciting, but it is a lot harder than it looks. I thought it would be easy, but the day after my first class I could barely move at all."

"I've heard that a lot about yoga," He chuckled. "Even from big body builder guys at the gym, they try yoga thinking they'll smash the class, but they end up coming out just as sweaty as when they lift weights."

I'd had to defend my love of yoga to many people over the years. As Henry pointed out, my options for keeping fit were quite hampered by my weak lungs so I didn't have loads of choices, but I did end up really enjoying yoga and seeing plenty of physical benefits from the classes. It was annoying to have to constantly insist that it was in fact a workout worth doing so it was refreshing that someone with Henry's gym experience understood right away.

"It's pretty tough," I smiled. "Even though I'm sure you'd find it easy. I imagine with those muscles you could probably lift a car over your head without any struggle."

Henry laughed at that, shaking his head.

"Not quite a car," Henry smirked. "But speaking of strength, are you a good climber?"

I raised an eyebrow at that question as I noticed him looking off to the side of the trail at a small rock wall that was about Henry's height.

"Why? What have you got planned?"

"There's an excellent view if we take a brief detour," He explained. "But you'd have to climb that little cliff."

I looked at it a bit more intently than I had before and it seemed easy enough. It wasn't all that high and the edge was rough enough that it wouldn't be too hard to get a grip on.

"I think I can do it," I shrugged. "But what about Kal?"

"I'll lift him up. He's much lighter than a car."

He shot me a wink and I actually, literally giggled like some kind of flirtatious fangirl. It slipped out before I could stop it and, despite Henry either not noticing my embarrassing behaviour or just politely ignoring it, my cheeks went bright red again.

He led the way over to the wall and whistled for Kal who bounded over happily. The big dog didn't even flinch when Henry scooped him up and plopped him down on the top of the little cliff and he sat down obediently when he was commanded to 'stay'.

"You go up first and I'll spot you," Henry instructed.

I nodded and went up to the wall. It was pretty easy to find a good spot to hold so I grabbed on and hoisted myself up. It wasn't that far to go so I only needed to get my feet a little bit higher before I could push up and get my hands on the ground at the top. I could feel the warmth of Henry's body hovering behind me and perhaps it was the distraction of realizing how close he was or just that my running shoes didn't have the right grip for this kind of activity, but as I got my hands on the top of the cliff, my foot slipped off the wall before I could push myself up properly. I didn't fall very far though as Henry's hand was right there, ready to catch me as it collided with my bum.

Both of us froze for a moment. The warmth of his hand felt like it was burning a hole through the yoga pants I was wearing and my brain instantly felt the need to focus on the fact that his massive hand covered almost the entirety of the cheek it was currently cupping. As the shock of the contact wore off, I quickly found my footing again and dragged myself up so I was sitting on the edge at the top.

"Two metres apart, Mr. Cavill!"

He was standing there with his hand still out where it had been, looking just as surprised as I was, but as I scolded him his shock quickly morphed into a smirk.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," He assured me as he grabbed onto the wall and pulled himself up with an ease that made my attempt look quite sad. "But I must say, that yoga is definitely working for you."

My jaw dropped at his comment, but after a moment I couldn't help but grin. Even if I didn't have muscles like Henry, I did put a lot of effort into my body and my bum had come a long way from the flat board that it used to be and I was proud of it.

"Thank you," I said as I pulled myself up to my feet. "But please, keep your hands off of my bum...At least while we're out in public."

Now it was Henry's turn to be shocked by my comment and my turn to smirk as I turned and headed off towards the little path we were next to with Henry and Kal hot on my heels.

****

The path we ended up on was another steep hill which Henry profusely apologized for once he realized, but I assured him I was fine. It was a beautiful trail and it wasn't long until we ended up in the clearing that he was steering us towards. As promised, the view was amazing and absolutely worth the trek.

"Wow," I gasped quietly, looking out over the ocean. "This is incredible."

"It's one of my favourite places on this whole island," Henry admitted. "I don't think many people know about it as it's not a main viewpoint, but Charlie and I used to run wild all over this place and we stumbled across it when I was only about twelve."

"What a great find," I complimented him, still in awe. "It's beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with me."

"Of course," He smiled. "You're practically a local now so you need to know all the best spots."

I laughed weakly at his description of me as a local even though it was probably true. I’d been here for months and wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

"Well, I can't think of anywhere that would beat this. Can we stay for a while?"

"Sure," He shrugged. "I don't have anywhere to be."

I smiled and went to the edge before sitting down and letting my legs dangle over. It wasn't a straight drop down, there was a big ledge sticking out only a few feet down so it was safe, but gave me a sense of freedom as I looked out at the wide open space in front of me. Henry whistled for Kal and gave him some water from his bottle before joining me, but keeping a respectful distance.

"So," Henry broke our comfortable silence a few minutes into our pit stop. "After all those questions, I realized I've never asked you what your bakery was called."

I felt my stomach drop at that question. He probably thought it was a pretty easy one, but my hands went all tingly and clammy and I was almost positive all the colour had drained from my face. I stayed silent for a moment as I thought it over. I could have lied and told him anything, really. He'd never know. But deep down I knew it wasn't a subject that I could avoid forever so I took a deep breath and answered.

"Lola's."

As I predicted, he gave me a confused look and pressed for answers.

"Lola's? Is that your middle name or something?"

Again, I was tempted to lie and pretended he'd guessed right, but if I wanted to continue our friendship, I had to be honest.

"No, it was the name of my best friend." My voice was quiet, but it didn't crack or waiver so that was an improvement. "She died last year."

I saw Henry turn to look at me out of the corner of my eye, clearly at a loss for words, but I kept my gaze off on the horizon.

"I'm very sorry to hear that," He said after a moment of quiet. "How did she die? If you don't mind me asking."

I didn't mind, but it was hard to talk about. I'd gone the route of burying my emotions rather than dealing with them when she passed so it was usually a topic I just steered clear of completely.

"She overdosed," I told him, still not looking over at him in an attempt to hide the tears that were brimming in my eyes. "She was always into partying, much more than I was, but she never really did drugs until she started dating this new guy. Suddenly she was talking about all the things she was trying and a few weeks later she was dead. Apparently he was a dealer and he'd tried cutting his supply with something dodgy so he could make more profit."

"That's horrible..." Henry's voice was soft and cautious and it made my eyes fill even more. "I'm so sorry, Brooke."

"Thanks," I choked out. "Sorry, this is super heavy. I don't mean to dump it all on you."

I wiped my eyes and tried to sort myself out a bit, but he shook his head.

"I'm happy to listen," He insisted. "How long were you friends?"

"Since we were three," I smiled. "We met in nursery school and were instant friends. Her name was Laura, but I called her Lola from the day that we met, I thought it suited her better."

"Wow, that's a long time."

"It was," I nodded. "She was like a sister to me. Cassie and I are really close, but Lola and I just clicked instantly. No one understood me like she did and she absolutely always had my back. She was the one who gave me the idea to open my own bakery. She'd been saying it for years so when she died, I knew I had to give it shot. You know, to honour her. It made closing down so much harder because I feel like I've let her down."

"I would be willing to bet a lot of money that that isn't the case at all," Henry smiled reassuringly. "I bet she's watching over you, proud that you gave it a good shot and completely relieved that you did what was best for your health."

I teared up again as he spoke, knowing deep down that he was right. Lola wouldn't be disappointed that I failed for reasons that were out of my control and if she was alive she would have dragged me to Jersey herself if it was the safest place for me to be. I hadn't voiced my guilt to anyone else though so no one had the chance to tell me I was being silly and hearing it made at least a tiny bit of my regret melt away.

"You're probably right," I agreed, wiping my eyes again as a few tears slipped down my cheeks. "Sorry, it's just hard to talk about and it's her birthday in a couple of weeks so it's even more of a sensitive subject."

"No need to be sorry," He assured me again. "It sounds like it's still quite fresh, but whenever you want to talk about it I'm more than happy to listen."

I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth, biting hard to try to fight back the floods of tears I could feel rising. It was very touching how kind he was being when plenty of people would have run for the hills as soon as they realized what a nerve they'd struck with such a simple question. I glanced over at him, trying to find the strength to thank him without a sob bursting free, when he tentatively held out his hand, placing it palm up in the dirt between us. A few more tears escaped at the gesture, but a smile slid onto my face as well as I reached out and placed my hand in his.

We stayed like that for a long time. Hand in hand, but almost two metres apart as we looked out over the ocean with Kal settled in the dirt between us. It was refreshing and calming as was almost every moment that Henry and I had shared. Eventually, we realized that it was getting quite late and we should head back before we ended up walking back in the dark, but the comfort I'd felt in that time with him lingered even as we headed home.

The somewhat somber mood that had fallen on us was soon forgotten and the laughter and fun returned as we continued asking questions and talked about everything from what we do if we could be invisible for a day to how much we both wanted a family and children of our own.

We ended up down by the beach just as the sun was setting and paused by the pier to watch it. It was a pretty breath taking sight and by the time I got home I was feeling giddy from the magical day that I'd had. Henry was shaping up to be pretty much everything I hadn't realized that I'd wanted. I'd been so busy in the last year, grieving the loss of my friend and then trying to start and run a business that dating hadn't even been on my mind, but now, after sharing so many heartwarming moments with someone who made me feel as warm inside as he did, it was something I couldn't help, but think about a lot.

I was in the middle of filling Cassie in on my day's adventures as I rather inelegantly shovelled some food into my mouth when my phone beeped on the table. I saw Henry's name pop up on the screen and my heart melted at what I saw when I opened the message.

Henry: 

Henry: I took this picture earlier and I can't get over how beautiful it is...

Henry: And by 'it' I mean you, the sunset pales in comparison

#cw: death of a fried #cw: overdose #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fic #henry cavill x ofc #light after dark

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one: conincing

summary: after announcing the band’s hiatus, harry and louis announce their love, their soon-to-be marriage, and their two kids (who won’t be in a baby carriage).

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a/n: gif not ours creds to owner 

One Direction Taking Extensive Hiatus Starting Next Month!

Yes, you read the title right: One Direction is going in many directions. We know - try to remain calm, Directioners. 

As one of the biggest boy bands to take over the 2010s, selling out tours in arenas and stadiums around the world, the foursome has decided that they will be taking a break for at least a year, starting next month and following the departure of Zayn Malik. Sources tell us that they will be using this time to “pursue solo projects”, rather than promoting their fifth album, due to release later this year. 

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Rumor Has It Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles Are Together!

FINALLY! Larry shippers, this one’s for you - the ship is sailing! 

Former One Direction members, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson, are getting cuffing season started right with some cozy by the fireplace pics in Harry's lovely London home. 

Harry Styles posted a picture late Friday night of his feet along with another pair of feet by the fireplace. Hold the foot fetishes, guys - LARRY’S REAL. It's so obviously Louis, especially because of his famous “The Rouge” tattoos on his ankles. 

We all knew Wellington wasn’t just a figment of our imagination.

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Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson Are Getting Hitched!

That’s right folks, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson both liked it and appear to have put some rings on it. Finally!

Earlier tonight, Harry Styles posted an Instagram picture holding a ring with no caption, with his boyfriend-now-turned-fiancé Louis Tomlinson in the background. Not even ten minutes later, Louis posted a picture of Harry as well. The caption? “Can’t wait to say I do.” Too cute!

According to fan theory, this romance dates all the way back to their days on The X-Factor, coining the name “Larry Stylinson” to refer to this adorable pairing.(Article: “The Timeline Of Larry Stylinson, As Told By A One Direction Superfan!”) Sources have confirmed that after much time together, the two are definitely ready to “take their relationship to the next step.” 

Oh, how far they’ve come.

••

Louis Tomlinson to Paps -  “We’re in love and adopting two little girls.”

What? What? Whaaaat?

A lot to unpack here. 

While out on town today, Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles got tangled up with some nosy paparazzi. Yikes! The Hollywood Fix caught the two getting in their car asking about the engagement, when Louis frustratedly tells them that they are, in fact, very much so in love and going to be adopting children. 

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WEDNESDAY

4:32 PM

STYLINSON HOME - LONDON

Harry and Louis arrive at home, carrying smaller backpacks of the girls’ clothes and toys while holding their hands. They step into the foyer and Louis and Harry let go of their hands. Dani and Jordyn looking around and up at their surroundings, almost as if nonverbally asking if it’s okay to go ahead without them. 

LOUIS: You guys can go, it’s okay…

Dani and Jordyn look at each other and then run off, ending up somewhere in the living room. Louis looks at Harry, not saying anything but smiling a little.

HARRY: (looks at Louis) What? 

LOUIS: Nothing, just...it’s crazy that we actually did this. Like, they’re here in our house for real.

HARRY: (smiles too) I know, we’re, like...officially parents. (gasps while covering his mouth)

LOUIS: (laughs a little and nods) That we are. (looks at the kiddos) We should probably get them in some kind of routine, no? With their rooms and dinner and stuff? Is it too soon for that? (looks at Harry) Now I’m kinda nervous.

HARRY: (looks at the kids) Don’t be nervous, bub - we got this. We should probably get them settled in their room, though...or...rooms? Should we separate them? 

LOUIS: Maybe that’s too soon. Imagine being one of these two, tiny sorta-kinda strangers in a big, weird house with some bigger, scruffy lookin’, sorta-kinda strangers - personally, I would not wanna be alone.

HARRY: (looks at him and puts a hand on his chest) Did you just call me fat? 

LOUIS: (laughs, like genuinely) So annoying, I would never and you know that.

HARRY: (looks away) That’s right, never.

JORDYN: (knocks over a big plant and looks at Dani in a panic and whispers) Oh no.

DANI: (looks at her with wide eyes and then at Louis and Harry and then Jordyn again) Uh oh. (runs away as a small bundle of panic, hoping Jordyn follows)

JORDYN: (follows Dani)

HARRY: (watches them run away) Where are they going? (laughs and walks to see the plant is on the floor with a little dirt on the ground)

LOUIS: (follows Harry, laughing) I have no idea, I don’t even think they know where they’re going yet. (looks at the dirt on the floor) Perhaps first things first in our parent duty - get fake houseplants.

HARRY: (looks around for them) First thing is to actually clean this mess up while I go find the kids. (walks away to go look for the kiddos)

LOUIS: Aye aye, captain. (goes and grabs their broom from the kitchen and brings it to the scene of the crime, handling the fallen plant gently so he doesn’t ruin it at all and starts sweeping up the dirt)

HARRY: (goes to look in the bathroom because he hears some little voices coming from there and he peeks his head in)

JORDYN: (gasps when she sees Harry and hides behind Dani)

DANI: (pouts) Noooo….(moves from in front of Jordyn, no longer being a shield, and tries to climb in the bathtub to hide instead)

JORDYN: (whines) Dani… (pouts as well and looks at Harry with puppy eyes) I sorry.

HARRY: (smiles) It’s okay, we’re not mad or...upset or anything. (kneels down in front of Jordyn) Are you guys hungry? You want something to eat?

DANI: (gasps and gives up climbing the tub and sits on the floor instead) Yeah.

JORDYN: (just nods her head still a little nervous)

HARRY: Alright. (stands up and holds both his hands out for the girls) Let’s go eat!

JORDYN: (takes his hand)

DANI: (gets up, smiles a lot and goes to him, grabbing his hand)

HARRY: (sings) Food time. (walks out the bathroom with the girls)

JORDYN: (giggles) You funny. 

HARRY: (looks down at her) You think so?

JORDYN: (nods) 

HARRY: (looks at Dani) What about you? What do you think? 

DANI: (looks at him like she’s thinking about it, like a little head tilt and everything)

HARRY: Oh. I see how it is. 

JORDYN: (looks at her) Say he funny Dani. (pouts)

DANI: (giggles and nods) Yeah, you funny. See? (points to herself and smiles really big)

HARRY: (laughs) Very convincing, Dani, thank you.

JORDYN: (looks up at Harry) What conincing? 

DANI: (nods and looks at Harry) Yeah, what?

HARRY: (looks at both of them and then up and sees Louis) Hey sweetheart, how do you explain to three year olds what “convincing” means? 

LOUIS: (looks at him and then hums in thought before looking at Dani and Jordy) Well, I would say...convincing means...that you mean it for real. No funny stuff. 

DANI: (nods once) For real.

LOUIS: (nods back and waits for confirmation from Jordy that it makes sense to her too)

JORDYN: Okay.

HARRY: Okay, food Louis?

JORDYN: Lou Lou. (giggles)

LOUIS: Lou Lou is definitely down for food, but what are we feeding these adorable children, Harold, lover of mine and light of my life?

HARRY: Um... (looks at the girls) ...chicken tenders?

JORDYN: (eyes go so wide) Yes! Please? 

LOUIS: So that’s a winner. (to Harry) We should stock up then. (starts going to the kitchen)

WEDNESDAY

8:05 PM

STYLINSON HOME - LONDON

After dinner is done Harry and Louis make sure the girls are washed up and their teeth are brushed. They show them their room which they chat a bit about nonsense the little ones want to talk about. 

DANI: (in the middle of a story about a friend in the foster home) ...and the ball, it went—(gestures with her hand)—like that to a, um…(gestures to explain a bush with her hands) lots of leaves, and then, it was gone. (nods as if that made all the sense in the world)

LOUIS: That is quite a story, Dani, did you get it back?

DANI: Yeah.

LOUIS: I’m glad. 

JORDYN: Dani cry.

HARRY: You cried over the ball Dani? (pouts at her)

DANI: Yeah, it gone, I sad, I cry. 

LOUIS: Yeah Harry, c’mon, it only makes sense. 

DANI: (nods) For real.

JORDYN: Conincing. (nods)

HARRY: Alright, sorry, geez.

JORDY: (looks at Louis) I sleep here? (points to her bed)

LOUIS: Yeah, that’s your bed, and Dani’s gonna be over there. (points casually to the other bed, probably on the other side of the room)

DANI: (looks confused) Why?

LOUIS: Why?

DANI: Yeah.

LOUIS: ...Did you want the floor?

DANI: (looks at him even more confused than before) No? (looks at Harry) Why?

HARRY: (looks at her confused) Because that is your bed and this is Jordyn’s.

JORDYN: (pouts and looks at Dani) 

DANI: (looks at Jordyn and then at Harry and Louis) You too?

LOUIS: Us too what, love?

DANI: Like…(points to their separate beds to make a point)

LOUIS: (shakes his head) No. It’s different.

DANI: (looks at Jordyn sadly) Okay…

JORDYN: (blows kisses to Dani) We big girl, ‘member? (nods)

DANI: (shrugs) Yeah...

LOUIS: (looks at Harry, mouthing) Did we mess up already?

HARRY: (looks at Louis and shrugs) Okay, well (looks at the girls), you girls gotta go to bed and get your beauty sleep.

JORDYN: (lays down) Night night.

DANI: (baby sighs and gets off of Jordyn’s bed and shuffles over to her own and sits sadly)

LOUIS: (looks at her and laughs a little) Oh, stop it, bug, you’re not far. (nudges Jordyn) Say hi so she knows you’re still here.

DANI: No.

LOUIS: (looks at her) That won’t help?

DANI: (shakes her head and lays down too)

LOUIS: You’re so cute, c’mon…

DANI: (with all her tiny might, unmakes her bed and gets under the covers, from head to toe)

LOUIS: (looks at Harry) Should we have done bunk?

HARRY: Maybe? I’m sorry, Dani. 

JORDYN: Dani, I wuv you! 

DANI: (muffled because she’s hiding) I wuv you too. (to Harry) It’s okay. 

LOUIS: Alright, we’re gonna go now so you guys can sleep, you guys are okay, right?

DANI: (peeks from under her blanket) Yeah.

JORDY: For real. 

HARRY: (looks at Louis) Conincing. (looks back at the girls) Alright goodnight. 

LOUIS: (laughs and gets up) Goodnight, babies.

DANI: Bye bye.

Harry and Louis leave.

JORDYN: (whisper yells) Dani! 

DANI: (looks at Jordyn all smiley) Hi. (giggles) 

A/N: we were fourteen and had big dreams of becoming fic writers. the idea for the fault in our larents came to be for the mere reason of creating a dream life using a ship we both loved - the one and only larry stylinson. over the years (yes, literal years) the story has evolved and grown, including other generations and going through a few rewrites until it became the version in which we present today. blood, sweat, fights and tears have been poured into this. pls enjoy it.

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[whatisthiscontentyouspeakof]

A Cold Days Night that Changes Everything

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Chapter 1: The Hogwarts Express

Harry ran his hands through Vulpa’s hair, detangling it and spreading the curls out into a bigger poof of hair then it normally was. Professor McGonagall had taken them to the train that would take them to Hogwarts early in the day, before any of the other students arrived as a way not to overwhelm them. Neither he nor his sisters mentioned that they were prepared their whole lives for when they would leave Azkaban and end up in a whole new world falloff stimuli and thus weren’t as easily overwhelmed as the adults thought they'd be. 

Harry had to admit, even if it was just himself, that he was enamoured by the bright bright red that the Hogwarts Express was mainly coloured and a part of him debated using his limited Metamorphmagus abilities to colour his hair the same red colour but ultimately decided against it, knowing it would bring him too much unwanted attention. The inside of the train was mainly neutral colours that Harry was most familiar with, with pops of colour representing the four house even spread throughout the compartments, mainly in the hallway between the different cabins. The seats were plush and soft and comfortable, covered in a faded medium pale blue fabric that was similar to the colour of the sky on some of the less stormy days in Azkaban, bringing Harry a sense of comfort he hadn’t expected. 

Vulpa and Delphi had settled down across from each other, pulling down the table attached to the wall and quickly set up a chess game, a favourite of Vulpa’s and started trying to out maneuver each other. Harry had a few books he wanted to read, mainly about different gaps he had in his education that had happened in the magical world in the last ten years, but for now was content to play with his sisters hair. 

Draco and Narcissa Malfoy had been helping them catch up, educating them on law changes that their parents and uncles hadn’t been free to know about and teach them, and who they’d be going to school with that was of importance. Lucius Malfoy had mainly just interacted with them to make sure they were presentable, buying them clothing and bringing in a tailor to make sure their clothing fit and had room to grow since they were still growing. He had tried to get Harry to replace his glasses with ones that were more fashionable but Harry had refused, liking the idea that his glasses were the same circular shape that his birth fathers had been, even if they were oversized, and he also hadn’t wanted to give up his first piece of successful transfiguration that he had down when he was seven. 

The first students started trickling in around 9:30, mostly older students with badges on their clothing, some of whom where in robes and some in Muggle clothing. Harry realized that they were probably different house prefects and had arrived early so they could help out other student, probably focusing on first years and making sure everyone made it on the train fine. 

By 10:30 the platform was starting to fill up with students all trying to get around each other, putting their baggage on the train and say good-bye to their family. There were also a number of students, all of whom Harry considered to be quiet inconsiderate, forming groups with their friends, catching up on what they had done over the summer. They were acting as if they wouldn’t be sitting together on the train, or about to spend the next several months living together before going home for winter break. He had noticed several smaller kids, likely first years, getting trapped behind some of these groups or trying to squeeze by to get on the train and not being able to. 

Ten minutes before the train as set to leave the station, most the students started to board the train, saying their final goodbyes and making sure they had all their belongings. Harry was grateful that any of his and his sisters stuff were already at Hogwarts in the private chamber they were going to share, though of course Harry would have a place in whatever house he was sorted in. It seemed like such a hassle to move around with a large chest and any other personal belongings. Why didn’t people shrink their luggage down to a more manageable size? A majority fo the students would have at least one magical parent if they weren’t old enough to do magic outside of school. It didn’t make sense to him.

Minutes before the train was set to leave, a large group of red heads made their way through the platform from the Muggle entrance. There was only one adult in the group of red heads, a plump woman who was herding what appeared to be her four sons towards the train, her hand grasping her daughter, which judging by the grumpy sad look on her face, she wasn’t yet old enough to be attending Hogwarts. The eldest of the children had a badge on his outfit, another prefect and likely the last to arrive, how irresponsible. He instantly moved away from his family, dragging his chest behind him. The next boys in age, a set of twins judging by appearance, left not long after, abandoning their youngest brother and sister to their mothers attention. 

The mother was interesting, fusing over her two youngest children in a way that Bellatrix never did. Curios to see how else she different, after all Harry knew people out in the world didn’t consider Bellatrix to be a good mom even if he and his sisters thought differently, Harry lowered the compartments window just enough to hear what was happening on the platform. 

“Ron, you’ve got something on your nose.” The mother reached out and grabbed the boy who had tried to jerk out of the way, and began rubbing the end of his nose. The entire motion was strange to Harry who grew up surrounded by dirt and filth and general lack of cleanliness that no one bother trying to clean off any weird marks or dirt spots, it was pointless after all.

“Mum- geroff,” The boy said, his voice whiny as he wiggled free from his mothers tight grasp.

“Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie? said one fo the twins, whom had rejoined his family.

“Shut up,” Ron hissed. At least that was familiar to Harry. Some days ‘shut up’ was a favourite saying of his family members. 

“Where’s Percy?” The mother demanded.

“He’s coming now.” The same twin said.

The oldest became striding into sight, walking with a confidence and a grace that his other family members lacked. He had changed into his school robes at some point, transferring his prefect badge over, the red and gold badge, identifying him as a Gryffindor, standing out more on the black fabric of the robes then his ratty warm toned clothing that he’d been wearing before.

“Can’t stay long, Mother,” he said. “I’m up front, the pRefects have got two compartments to themselves-“

“Oh, are you a Prefect, Percy?” said the other twin, with mock surprise. “You should have said something, we had no idea.”

“Hang on,” the other twin added on, “I think I remember him saying something about it. Once-“

“Or twice-“

“A minutes-“

‘All summer-“

“Oh, shut up,” said Prefect Percy of Gryffindor. Harry couldn’t help but agree with him. These red headed twins came off as people who spoke like this often, which Harry found annoying. Then again, his sisters only ever did it when they were trying to be annoying which may be why he found it so annoying.

“how come Percy gets new robes, anyway?” said one of the twins.

“Because he’s a Prefect,” said their mother fondly. Harry thought nothing of the show of favouritism, his dad being the only person he knew who treated he and the girls equally all the time instead of treating them depending on how they were acting that day and if they did anything exceptionally well. “All right, dear, well, have a good term-send me an owl when you get there.”

She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned her attention to the twins, looking reading to start scolding them. Harry and the girls had had enough of those in their lives, mainly about visiting prisoners in other wings or getting too close to where guards were stationed, to know the look.

“Now, you two-this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you’ve-you’ve blown up a toilet or-“

“Blown up a toilet? We’ve never blown up a toilet.”

“Great idea though, thanks, Mum.”

Harry felt like his dad may enjoy hearing a few stories about what these kids got up to at school. He had a feeling it was a lot like what his dad, this birth father and their friends got up to. 

“It’s not funny. And look after Ron.”

“Don’t worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us.”

“Shut up,” Ron said again, glaring at his twin brothers, almost tall enough to look them right in the eye.

A loud noise sounded. If Harry had been raised by anyone else or raised anywhere else, he might have been startled, as it was, he realized the sound was that of the trains horn and memorized the sound for future reference. The girls chess pieces startled before complaining about the sound, causing Vulpa to laugh and Dephi and him to smile. 

“Hurry up!” the mother outside yelled, causing all three boys to clamber on to the train, turning to lean out for her to kiss them goodbye and their younger sister began to cry.

“Don’t, Ginny, we’ll send you loads of owls.” One of the twins commented.

“We’ll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat.” The other twin said.

“George!”

“Only joking, Mum.”

The train started to move and Harry found himself distracted from the red haired family at he looked at his own. So far since leaving Azkaban the three them had travelled by boat, though they’d been unconscious, by carriage and by floo. They had never travelled by train before and Harry found himself enjoying all the new experiences, though he couldn’t help but make sure that his sisters were both fine. They were just as prepared mentally for the outside world as he had been, but there was only so much their imagination and the descriptions their family had given them could provide and there was the chance that all the new experiences became too much. If they were to be overwhelmed, it would be best for it to happen in privacy then around those who could one day turn into enemies. 

Both the girls looked up from their chess game to look out the window and the landscape passing them by. At first it was clusters of houses that flashed past the window, before they started to flicker out, appearing less and less as they headed towards the Scottish countryside. 

It was an hour into the ride before a student tried to interrupt them. The door to their compartment rattled as someone tried to open the door. Harry glanced at his sisters, who both instantly laid down to pretend to sleep as a tactic to prevent anyone from guessing at how young them were. Pleased that they were convincing enough, Harry went to the door, reaching out with his magic, before opening the door as if it was never locked to begin with.

“Malfoy,” he said pleasantly as he saw Draco Malfoy standing before him with a group of other students behind him. 

“Black,” Malfoy greeted back at him, one fo the few people who didn’t stumble over his preferred last name. “May I introduce you to some of our year mates?”

Harry studied him and his friends before stepping aside with a hum, letting Malfoy and his friends in and letting his sisters know they could sit back up and stop pretending to be asleep. Vulpa moved from her side of the compartment to sit beside Delphi as Harry took her spot, allowing the other students to sit down.

Harry studied the other children as they made themselves comfortable, knowing his sisters were doing the same. Two of Malfoy’s friends were male like him, while the other was female. 

The girl was tiny, almost as tall as Harry himself, who was aware that he was short for his age, Azkaban not having provided him with enough nutrition to grow as big and tall as his peers. She had deep brown pin straight hair that was cut straight across at chin level and across her forehead, not a single hair out of place or messy. Her cheeks still held some baby fat, rounding it out a bit, but the general shape seemed to be more oval then round. She had dark browns eyes that verged on black at stared back at him almost defiantly, her thin pink lips pressed together in a scowl, obviously not pleased to no longer being in her carriage and in Harry’s.

The two boys that had joined Malfoy, sitting on either side of the boy in question, were large, larger then any other child Harry had met, their build making it questionable whether they were overweight or muscular. Out of the corner of his eyes, Harry could see Delphi eyeing the one closet to her with interest, as if debating different ways to experiment on the other child and see how the kids build altered how his body reacted compared to her and the rest of her siblings tiny frames. 

“Blacks,” Malfoy said, leading the introduction once everyone was settled. “these are my companions,” he gestured towards the girl, “Pansy Parkinson of the Most Ancient and Noble house of Parkinson. Her brother, Heir Parkinson, graduated last year.” Harry nodded politely at the girl who nodded back, her scowl softening to something not quiet a scowl. His sisters didn’t bother doing or saying anything knowing that the second they did, attention would undeniably be put on them and it would be best to get introduction over with first so they knew who they were dealing with.

Malfoy guested towards the boy to his left, the one closest to the girls. “This is heir Vincent Crabbe, of the ancient house of Crabbe. He and his family have been assets to the Malfoy house for generations.” Harry realized that that meant that Crabbe was under the Malfoy’s family protection and as Harry and his sisters would be staying with the Malfoy’s int eh summer,  it would be best if they looked out for him as well. 

Crabbe, as Harry had already noticed, was quiet large, slighter shorter then the other large boy and defiantly rounder. His dark brown hair was cut close to his head, leaving it looking like a giant sphere then anything else. He had brown eyes that had a mean looking squint to them, though that was mostly the fat in his cheeks pushing up agains his eyes then him actually trying to look threatening at the moment. Tiny scars littered across his knuckles, barely noticeable but suggesting that the boy was already used to the odd fist fight. 

Malfoy gestured to the last boy. “This is heir Gregory Goyle of the ancient house of Goyle. like the Crabbe family, he and his family have been assets to the Malfoy house for generations.” Much like with the other two, Harry nodded politely as he studied the last boy. 

Goyle was the largest boy in the compartment, taller then Crabbe, though just as thick and large otherwise. His face was more rectangular then round and his hair was a lighter brown, one that one could even refer to as a dark blond in the right lighting. His eyes were a lighter brown with specs of green in them and his hair, while short, had a curl to it. While he didn’t look overly angry or intimidating the way Crabbe naturally looked, Harry knew that they boy was likely a lot meaner then Crabbe when push came to shove. 

Malfoy turned towards his companions. “Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson, may I introduce you to my new companions and foster siblings, Hardwin, Vulpecula and Cassiopeia Black. Hardwin Black will be joining us as first years while the Black twins will be staying at Hogwarts until as family to Hardwin, but won’t be joining us as students for another two years.”

“Merry meet,” they all muttered as introductions were done and conversation could start. 

Delphi spoke up first. “As there are three of us Blacks, I am fine with being refereed to as Cassiopeia to try and avoid confusion.” she said politely but firmly. “Do not mistake it as me being overly familiar or allowing you to do so, I prefer my middle name over my first.”

The other children nodded at what his sister said, understanding that she was still to be treated in a formal respect and wasn’t inviting any of them in for friendship. 

Vulpa, not one to go far without her sister, even in conversations, decided to add her two knuts. “As I do prefer to go by first name, I can’t say the same to help alleviate confusion, but I am will to go by Little Black if it makes things easier when all of us are together or I am just with my brother, otherwise just Black will be fine.”

Again the other children agreed easily enough. Before any of them could give out any name preference a toad jumped through the tiny opening that Malfoy’s friends left in the compartments door. 

There was silence as everyone stared at the toad before Vulpa spoke. “Trevor!”  she said happily, getting up and picking the toad up.

The second the name left his sisters lips, Harry realized she was right. The toad was the one Neville Longbottom’s great uncle got him for getting acceptance into Hogwarts. Neville hadn’t been able to bring the toad to St. Mugo’s to show them but he did bring a photo of him receiving the toad that his grandmother had taken so that he could show them what a toad looked like.

“Trevor?” Malfoy asked, looking at the toad with a slight look of disgust on his face. 

Harry hummed in confirmation but it was Vulpa who spoke up, generally being the most talkative out of the three of them. “We met heir Longbottom during out short stay at St. Mugo’s. His great uncle Algie Longbottom bought him for him as a gift for Hogwarts.”

“Why? It’s useless. It’s not like it’s a magical breed.” Malfoy commented, the look of disgust still on his face. 

He wasn’t wrong. Toads had no used in the magical world in this day and age. Normal toads like Trevor were really only good to experiment on or as a potion ingredient. Magical breeds like the dragon toad could light tiny fires but so could a simple spell. The most useful breed of toad was the Giant Purple toad but even then most people passed on raising them unless they are a potioneer. Harry and the twins had to listen to Neville go on about different toads when he announced that he got one, going on about how everyone was going to make fun of him for it, but Harry had a feeling that Neville was still happy about having received Trevor. 

As if summed by his thoughts there was a timid knock on the door. Harry flicked his hand to the side connecting to his magic and forcing the door open without anyone having to get up. Neville Longbottom stood at the compartments doorway looking nervous and unsure as what to do now.

“Are you looking for Trevor?” Vulpa asked, holding said toad up for the other boy to see.

The boy nodded smiling with relief as Vulpa passed the toad off to him. 

Harry made a little hum noise as to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone, this is heir Neville Longbottom of the Most Ancient and Most Noble house of Longbottom.” he said. “Neville, this is heir Draco Malfoy, of Most Ancient and Most Noble, heir Vincent Crabbe of ancient, heir Gregory Goyle of ancient and Pansy Parkinson of Most Ancient and Noble houses.”

“Merry Meet,” Neville said awkwardly as the others repeated it back to him just as unsure. Seemed like dark families and light families didn’t know how to interact with each other. 

“Are you going to sit?” Delphi asked softly, speaking for the first time since the others had joined besides her polite ‘Merry Meet’ earlier. 

Neville looked unsure but eventually he sat down nervously. There was a moment of silence before Vulpa, sweet, smart, awkward silence breaking Vulpa spoke up. “So who here plays chess?”

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[petersasteria]

Oof - Harry Holland (1)

Pairing: Harry Holland x Model!Reader

Based on my Harry Holland one shot of the same title.

Harry Holland Masterlist || Ultimate Masterlist || Oof Materlist 

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: He liked her for a long time, but she didn’t know he existed.

“Be good at school, okay?” Nikki tells her twin boys, Sam and Harry. “Behave and listen to your teacher. I’ll pick you up later.”

“Yes, mum.” they say in unison. Nikki smiles and kisses both of their foreheads. She smiles at them and she shakes her head as she sees them running off inside the room where their classes are held. Sam and Harry are starting their first day of school and they’re really excited to meet new people. After all, they only knew their family members and some of their neighbors. They wanted to explore and they wanted to go to the big school where their older brother, Tom, studies.

They were really sad when they were told by Nikki and Dom that they couldn’t attend the big school just yet. They were too young after all. They are currently enrolled at the small school near their house which was just a short drive. Nikki and Dom dropped off the twins first before driving Tom to his school.

-

Sam and Harry take a seat next to each other as they look around. They felt so happy to see new faces and they were excited to talk to other kids. They loved their brother very much, but sometimes they’d get tired of him. You know how children are with their short attention span, so this little escape from Tom was nice.

The teacher comes in a few minutes later and tells everyone to settle down. She introduces herself as Maggie and their first activity is to create their own name tags. Sam and Harry excitedly bring out their new crayons and paper. They even had stickers for decoration!

“I’ll draw robots on my name tag!” Harry tells Sam. Sam nods and says, “Okay! I’ll draw cars on mine like our car!”

Sam and Harry made small talk with the other two people on their table, Lawrence and Katie, and they quickly got along together. To say that teacher Maggie was delighted is an understatement. She was overjoyed to see that all the kids are getting along!

“I drew pretty flowers on mine!” Katie smiles and proudly shows it off to the boys.

“Oooh!”

“Wow!”

“That’s great, Katie!”

Katie thanks them and proceeds to draw more flowers. Lawrence shows his name tag too and he drew Superman... or at least tried to. It was a stick man with a red cape. Regardless, Sam, Harry, and Katie were amazed at his drawing. The twins showed their drawings too.

“Alright kids!” Maggie calls, “It’s snack time! I’ll go around each table to put strings on your name tags so you can wear it, okay?”

“Okay!” all the kids say excitedly as they all take out the snacks that their parents prepared for them. Maggie’s too busy roaming around each table to see someone standing by the door.

“Teacher Maggie, there’s someone at the door.” James, one of the kids, informs her. She turns around and sees a man wearing a business suit with a little girl hiding behind his legs. Maggie thanks James before walking to the door.

“I’m Maggie. How may I help you, sir?” Maggie quietly asks with a small smile. She didn’t want the kids to hear what was going on. Unfortunately, kids are naturally nosy so all of them watched while eating their snacks.

“I’m so sorry she’s late. I had to drive my wife to the hospital, because our driver is on a day off at the moment and no one else could drive her.” the man explains.

“Oh, I hope she’s alright!.” Maggie frowns.

The man smiles, “She’s alright. She’s just about to give birth and I have to leave now so I don’t miss it.”

“Well, congratulations! You may leave her here now. I’ll hand it.” Maggie tells him. He thanks and quickly bids goodbye to his daughter with a kiss on the head before leaving.

“Let’s get you inside, yeah?” Maggie holds the girl’s hand and walks in the room with her. All the kids quickly turn away and pretended that they didn’t watch everything. Of course, Maggie saw it and just shakes her head.

Maggie tells her to sit anywhere she likes and of course, the girl picks the nearest table. The kids at her table immediately give her a warm welcome and she smiles and introduces herself, “Hi, I’m Y/N!”

Maggie tells Y/N what they did and that they’re currently having snacks, “You can create your name tag after snack time, okay?” Y/N nods and eats her snacks with her new friends. Maggie smiles at the sight before continuing where she left off.

“The new girl is pretty.” Katie says nonchalantly. Lawrence just nods, his mouth was full. Sam just shrugs, “I guess. What do you think, Harry?” He turns to his twin who’s already looking at the new girl. Sam waves a hand in front him, “Harry?”

Harry looks at Sam and says, “What did you say?”

“I was asking what you think of the new girl.” Sam repeats. “Katie thinks she’s pretty.”

“I agree with Katie. The new girl has nice hair.” Lawrence beams and this time, it’s Katie’s turn to nod.

“I think she’s alright.” Sam says, “Her clothes seem really fancy, though. What do you think of the new girl, Harry?” Sam asks once more.

“She’s really pretty!” Harry exclaims with a grin. “I like her hair too. It’s so neat and her clothes really are fancy. What does mum call it again? Extensive?”

“No, that’s not it.” Sam shakes his head. “I think it was spensive?”

Lawrence rolls his eyes and giggles, “It’s expensive.”

“There we go!” Harry giggles too. “Her clothes are ex-pen-sive!”

Harry couldn’t stop looking at the new girl for the rest of the day. He’s excited to tell his mum about it!

-

“How was school?” Nikki smiles at them as she helps them into the car.

“It was fun!” Harry shouts.

“Yeah, and we made name tags and we sang songs!” Sam shouts too.

“Okay, okay.” Nikki chuckles. “No need to shout. We’ll pick up Tom from his big school.”

“Yay! We get to see his big school!” Sam cheers.

The three of them talked about random stuff on the way to Tom’s school. When they arrive, the twins are in awe.

“So this is what big school looks like.” Harry mumbles.

Of course, it was still kind of small. But to them, it was a palace. They see Tom running to the car and before they knew it, Tom was in the backseat with them.

“How was school?” Nikki asks her oldest son as she drives back home. Tom’s school was quite far, but at least she had the children to keep her company.

“It was great! Max was there and he said he wants to sleepover again.” Tom smiles. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, but not now.” Nikki chuckles. “Tom, why don’t you ask your brothers how their first day of school went?”

Tom turns to his twin brothers and ask, “How was it?”

“It was fun! We made new friends and we made cool name tags and we sang songs!” Harry boasts.

“Yeah! Then a girl went there late.” Sam mentions. Harry nods, “Yeah and she’s really pretty and she has nice hair and she has... what does she have again, Sam?”

“Ex-pen-sive clothes.” Sam giggles.

“Sounds fancy.” Nikki comments.

“We don’t know her name, though.” Sam shrugs.

“Why?” Tom asks with furrowed eyebrows.

“We didn’t see her name tag.” Harry frowns. “But yeah she was really pretty.”

“HARRY HAS A CRUSH!!” Tom teases. Sam laughs and Harry just pouts, “Mum, make him stop!”

“Tom, stop teasing your brother.” Nikki says as she shakes her head and looks at Tom through the rear view mirror. “Say sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Harry.” Tom says.

“It’s okay.” Harry smiles.

At that time, Harry didn’t know that his eight year old brother was actually right.

* * * *

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ???

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟

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[freetobcubed]

For Louis

I wrote this story for a competition. Not even an honorable mention, which I’ll be honest, is a stab in the heart because I really poured my soul into this one. Better luck next time, I guess, but here’s the story:

The notebook’s small and faded. The little thing is speckled with dust and the spine is bent to a near-ninety-degree angle except where it’s belted shut with a shoelace. I shouldn’t care; there are real books in the yard sale, books that aren’t falling apart. But I’m curious. Why bother to keep basically scraps?

I throw the thing on top of my pile of books. The eighty cents will come from the money I’ll make selling the others online. I pay for my loot and load it into the trunk of my ’93 Pontiac. I stop, snag the notebook, and tuck it into my coat with my COVID mask.

On my drive home, I get stopped at this intersection that’s seen an accident. Annoyed, but with nowhere to be, I throw the car in park and pull the little black book out. I try the knot in the shoelace with my fingernails before realizing it’s just loose enough to slide off.

Twelve hundred-dollar bills kerflumph into my lap.

I choke. My mind spins as I cough; what in the world? That’s a grand. Where—do I have to return it? How—

No, I don’t have to return it, I reason as I finish spluttering. Nervously, subconsciously, I glance at the cops in the intersection. They aren’t even aware that I exist. Besides, I paid for the notebook. It’s not my fault that that girl didn’t know.

Feeling slightly better, I open the notebook. Three more hundred-dollar bills fall out.

No way.

I flip the notebook around. Peeking out between stained pages are more bills. One per page. I do a quick calculation in my head.

“That’s twenty thousand dollars,” I say aloud, stupefied. That’s insane. Thoughts tumble through my head: riding in an airplane to Europe. Paying my overdue rent. Do I have to pay taxes on this? Amazon, and the things I saved there for “someday.” A full cart at Walmart.

Unsure what else to do, I start to read.

“June 9, 1983

Today I am a dad. I’m a dad! Louis is so small, so perfect, so… what do you say about a baby? It’s all been said before. But this is my baby. My son. He has tiny toes and he eats until it hurts Marie (and then some.) I’m looking forward to playing catch and eating burgers together, and then I stare down at the blanket-bundle and tears fill my eyes because he’s here, he’s real, and he is mine. Ours. Marie’s and mine. My boy. My son.”

“Hey!” I glance up, the words of the book and the words of the cop waving me forward blending in my brain because twenty thousand dollars is still swirling around up there too. I put the Pontiac in drive, my left hand trying to cover the fortune in my lap just in case the officer looks through the window.

I race home. I stuff the bills in my pocket, worrying about neighbors. I try to walk normally, but I feel shifty. Nervous. I run through my crappy apartment, then dump the money onto my bed, triple-checking that I’ve gotten every bit out of my pockets.

Then I flip the book, pinching the spine, and wag the pages.

A rain of cash descends to the quilt Mom made for me. Mom. Mom could use a hundred bucks. I suppress the generosity. This money is mine now, and I definitely need it. Mom will be okay.

I’m tired. I climb into the unmade bed, careful not to knock the bills onto the floor where they could vanish under the bed or the laundry, and I read again.

“July 4, 1983

Louis’ first Independence Day. He doesn’t care, except when the neighbors set off fireworks that woke him. I’m not sure if the baby or Marie was more upset, but Louis screamed more. I decided this journal is for when he graduates high school; I put a hundred dollars in the back. It’s more than we can afford, but this is our son. And I can always take the money back out, I guess. I just wanted to say: I love you, son. I’m already proud of you, and you’re just a little lump on the floor.”

Something in me twitches. I don’t think my father ever said he was proud of me, even when I was—what was it? I glance back at the page. A little lump.

“December 25, 1983

It’s been a little while since I wrote for you, son. Work has been… insane. You’re rolling now. I saved another hundred for you, tucked it in the back with the other one. I’m sorry you’re not getting much this Christmas, but we’re doing our best, and as your mom points out, you don’t care. Not this year.

January 1, 1984

Happy New Year, Louis!

You’re almost seven months old. Hard to believe. You’re nearly ready to sit on your own, and even better—your mom is getting past the baby blues. It’s nice to get my wife back. Don’t feel bad, son, but it’s been hard. I always said I wanted two kids, but now I hope you’re okay with being an only child.

If I could convince you to sleep, that would be something—though it’s nice to cuddle you in the rocking chair at night. Your mom gets you most of the time—boy, you eat a lot!—but after you’re done, I take you and we rock. Sometimes I sing. You won’t remember me singing, because I don’t do it where adults can hear, but for now, you seem to like Dad’s rusty voice. Who knows? Maybe you’re knocking yourself out so you don’t have to listen anymore. I‘d understand.”

My phone rings, and I jump, searching around for it with one hand.

“Hello?”

“Tim? It’s Grandma.” I know. But telling Grandma that won’t keep her from identifying herself on the phone or signing her texts.

“Hi,” I respond, unsure what Grandma wants.

“Are you going to come change my lightbulbs today?”

Crap. I was. Mom has been haranguing me to help Grandma, guilting me with the idea of an old lady living alone, in quarantine, in the dark. Stupid COVID—normally, Grandma’s neighbors change the lightbulbs and stuff, but she’s been insisting to Mom that I need to do it now. As if a pizza delivery guy has less germs than her work-from-home neighbor. Whatever.

“Sorry, Grandma.” I find my keys. “I’ll be over in half an hour.”

“What, dear?”

“I’ll be over in half an hour!” I all but shout into the phone. Then I hang up before she can babble at me. I look at the money; my room is private, but my roommate is nosy. I go to the kitchen and, after hunting in the cupboard, come up with an almost-empty bread bag. I hurry back to my room, eating the last slice, and stuff the money inside.

Bring it or hide it? I consider for a minute. Finally I throw the bag and the notebook into my pocket.

I climb into my car. Grandma’s house is ten minutes away and I have twenty—oops. I pull out the notebook. Suddenly, it hits me—the money was still inside. What happened to Louis? How did the yard sale lady end up with the notebook, and the twenty grand?

I check the inside front cover, find an address. Finch Drive isn’t even that far away--I verify with my GPS.

I don’t even know what I’m hoping. It’s been, what, almost forty years since Louis was born? I open the notebook again, this time to the last page.

“February 18, 1999

I’m sorry, son. I’m sorry I’m going to miss so much. Your high school graduation. Your college graduation. Your wedding, your children. I was excited. I think you were too.

And you won’t really remember who I was. I mean, we have a lot of great memories together. Lots of catch and burgers. But we’ll never have an adult-to-adult relationship, and I’m really, really sad about that.

In a selfish way, I hope you’re sad too. I hope you miss me. Is that terrible? Anyway, I guess the best I can do is leave you with some advice.

Be a good person, Louis. You’re a good kid. Take care of your mom. Heck, take care of my mom. Be smart. Be hardworking. But most of all, be kind.

I love you, kid.

-Dad

P.S. Cancer is the pits.”

I stare at the last few words. “Cancer is the pits.”

I can’t do it. I can’t leave Louis hanging. I turn the car on, head to Finch Drive. Knock.

A lady answers. She’s 60-something.

“Are you Marie? I’m sorry—I totally forgot my mask.”

“Yes, I’m Marie.”

She’s puzzled, I can see it in the top half of her face, the only part showing. Funny, I thought somehow that she‘d be blonde, like Mom.

“I found this,” I say, holding out the journal. “It belongs to Louis. From his dad.”

She gasps as she looks down, and a tear splatters onto the cover. One more spot among dozens.

“I—how—”

“And, um,” I’m not sure how to explain, so I pull the bread bag out. “This was in the pages. It’s for you. Or, for Louis.

“Is he okay? Louis?”

She nods mutely, her shaking hand moving up to take the little black notebook. She doesn’t even look at the money, just stares at the book. I realize I never replaced the shoelace.

“He’s actually here.” She turns. “Louis!” A guy pops out a second later. His hair is dark and messy, like Harry Potter’s.

“You okay, Mom?” He asks. She nods. He squints at me, like he’s trying to decide if I made his mom cry on purpose.

“Your dad wrote that for you,” I say, waving a hand at the notebook Marie clutches. “And he left this.”

“My—” Louis stops talking as he realizes that the bread bag is full of money. A bread bag full of dough, I realize silently, trying not to laugh. “My dad?”

“I found the book at a yard sale. With the money inside. I read some of it—sorry.”

“It must have been in what I donated,” Marie says with a sniffle. “This young man—” She pauses, looking at me.

“Tim,” I supply.

“Tim. You brought Dennis home to us.”

“Dennis?” I blink a few times.

“My dad,” Louis says, and I nod idiotically.

“I didn’t consider his first name—I just thought of him as “Louis’ dad.” I mutter.

“He’d have liked that.” Marie smiles under her mask.

“Well, thanks,” I say, and hold the bread bag out again.

“’Thanks’?” Louis asks. “Thank you,” He stares at the bag. “Can I give you some of that? A finder’s fee? Times are tough.”

I swallow, and it comes down hard.

“Nah,” I say, and I fake a smile.

“But—” Louis’ eyes find the Pontiac.

“I got this,” I say. “I’m alright. Besides, your dad saved that for you.”

Louis nods, takes the bag, and puts his arm around his mom.

“Thank you, Tim. Really. I wish you’d known my dad.”

“He loved you,” I say. “Read the book. You’ll see.”

Louis stares.

“I know he did,” he answers. I smile for real; Louis was lucky. I nod, uncomfortable, then turn and walk down their porch steps. I don’t hear the door close.

Maybe I’m lucky too, I realize as I get back in the car. I’ve got Mom. I’ve got Grand—

Shoot.

I pull out my phone. I’m fifteen minutes late for lightbulb duty. I hit my recent calls and start the car while the phone rings.

“Tim? Are you alright?” Grandma’s voice is strained; she’s worried.

“I’m fine. It’s a long story.”

“You can tell me about it. Maybe…” she pauses. “Maybe over lunch?”

“Sounds great, Grandma,” I say. “I’ll be there in ten.”

Thanks if you read the whole thing. It’s dumb, but I could use some Internet-stranger validation on this one. If you feel like reading it in the original doc (I get like 1/3 of a cent from the site if you do,) it’s here: https://vocal.media/stories/for-louis

All the best. Over & Out.

#short story #emotional #writer #competition #cash #money #moleskine #little black book #cheesy #story

[thiswasinevitableid]

could I suggest 2 or 3 for the OT4? (Rating up to you, either would be lovely!)

I went with the number that was “Moonlight” and kept it SFW. Hope you enjoy!

The Greenbank Lighthouse is a compromise. A safety necessity for ships coming to the nearby harbor, but also built on one of the few patches of land home to a rare, environmentally crucial starfish, it became the domain of the park system with the caveat that rangers would be the ones stuck manning the lonely outpost for months at a time while also monitoring marine health.

Duck never minded his months on the job. He liked the peace and quiet, and they even let him bring his cat as a mouser. 

And that was before Mothman hit the lighthouse.

Contrary to Duck’s assumption, this was not due to it being a gigantic light. Instead, the harried cryptid, who introduced himself as Indrid, and been knocked sideways in an oncoming storm while trying to warn a large shipping vessel of a likely wreck. Against all odds, Duck managed to get a message through to the captain and helped guide the ship to shore. 

Indrid, wing damaged from the collision, thanked Duck for his help and insisted he’d be fine on his own. Duck simply pointed to his bed and told him to lay down so he didn’t have to fish his dead ass out of the water come morning. 

Morning brought a gangly, pale haired man with an odd smile padding around his kitchen. Indrid explained he kept his mothman form concealed via an enchanted pair of red glasses, asked if he could stay a day more and also did Duck happen to have any sugar? 

Duck can never pinpoint exactly when it happened, but somewhere between that breakfast and requesting a larger bed for the lighthouse, they fell madly in love. Indrid was awkward and otherworldly, Duck easy going and (in his eyes) pretty damn normal. But he could talk to Indrid for hours, felt connected to him by a thousand little threads that tugged at his heart whenever the other man left. Indrid, who found Duck fascinating and kind, pointed out that the obvious solution was for him to stick around. 

Which is why he is drawing at the table as Duck finishes up dishes, the sea and sky pleasantly calm, all drenched in moonlight. 

“Our swimmer is here again.” Indrid glances out the window, setting his pen down. 

“You sure it ain’t dangerous?” Duck lays the dish rag aside to join him.

“Positive. In fact, I think I know who it is. It’s Barclay,  one of the cooks and Amnesty Lodge. And before you ask, I believe he is closer to what human mythos calls a selkie than a mermaid.”

“...Huh.” Duck peers out the window, watches the shape swim in the water, “Guessin’ he comes here to swim cause it’s protected.”

“He also knows you and I currently reside here. And he knows my true form, so he knows you will not panic in the face of a strange creature, nor turn him in.”

“Course not, he’s a nice guy, or he seems to be the few times I met him. And to be fair, I did kinda panic when you showed up.”

“I made a rather dramatic entrance. And broke a window.”

“Can break my windows any day, sugar.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Tryin to be smooth.” Duck kisses his cheek, follows his gaze down to the water, “somethin’s botherin’ you, ain’t it.”

“I know him in more than the passing friendship we three have, Duck.” Indrid says softly.

“You dated?”

“In a way. We were two monsters, lost and wandering the country. It was nice to be with someone who remembered home as I did. I, I am sorry, I should not-”

“Hey” Duck cups his cheek, “you been on Earth, what, a century? I wasn’t assumin you were celibate. Woulda been surprised if no one saw how amazin you were in all that time.”

“He is a good man. And selkies...they are not solitary back home, they come from large families, often have lovers or partners. He is all alone down there. I...I suppose it makes me a little sad is all. 

“You want to invite him up?”

“No. I suspect he is enjoying his swim, even if it is lonely. I was merely running a train of thought off it’s track.” He turns, smiles, “would you like me to keep you company tonight?”

Duck kisses him once, “Of course, sugar.”

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Duck doesn’t know who he’s expecting to knock on his door, but it sure as hell isn’t a guy who looks like he just walked out of the X-Files. 

“Mr. Newton? I’m special Agent Stern, with the Department of Unexplained Phenomena at The FBI. May I come in?” The voice is polite, and not the least bit gruff. 

He really wants to say no, terror snaking around his spine that the man might be here for Indrid. 

“Uh, it’s, uh, a real mess in here. Is, uh, is there somethin you need?”

“I am investigating a string of disappearances on this coastline. It may strike you as strange, but I believe they are being caused by an unknown, aquatic animal.”

“Like a sea monster?”

‘More like a mermaid.”

“Uhhhhhhhh.”

“Have you seen anything unusual in your time out here?” Bright blue eyes take on a sharp glint. 

“No, uh, fuck, uh, I, um, there ain’t-”

“Duck? You’re getting a message from shore.” Indrid stands behind him, “It sounds urgent.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to detain you. Here, this is my card. If you see anything you think could help my case, please don’t hesitate to contact-”

The “me” is cut off by Duck slamming the door. 

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Indrid is on shore for a grocery run and some time to himself, trying to figure out how many of Barclay’s take-out options he can reasonably get back to the house. 

“Caramel Apple Pie is right up your alley.” Barclay smiles at him, auburn hair tied up in it’s usual bun, beard neatly trimmed, “ and I got your usual drink started. Be up in a sec.”

“Thank you.” He settles in his usual table, takes out his sketchpad. As he draws, the bell above the door dings. 

“Morning, Agent Stern.”

“Barclay, please, Joseph is fine.” The man looks decidedly out of place in his suit amongst the sweatshirts and knit sweaters, “and I think I’ll be bold today and have that spiced mocha.”

“You got it. I swear, any other guy I know would be making people call him agent left and right.”

“I’m unpopular enough as it is.” Stern mutters, “And the half of this town that doesn’t think I’m a nosy government stooge things I’m delusional.”

“I don’t think you're either of those things, Joseph.” Barclay says softly, and Indrid just glimpses his hand resting atop the agent’s squeezing it once. Then he turns away, blushing, and hurries back to the kitchen. Joseph watches him go with a longing sharp enough to cut glass. 

Indrid will have some very interesting news for Duck when he gets back to the island. 

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The moonlight is bright again, and Barclay is once again swimming near the lighthouse. In the cool night air, Duck and Indrid watch him from the beach. 

“He look more, uh, acrobatic to you?”

“He does.” Indrid sips his tea.

“Should we warn him or somethin? What if he’s what Stern’s chasin’?”

“I think he is well-aware of Agent Stern’s search.”

“But he’s-”

“Pursuing him, yes. I was worried at first but now...now I do not see many catastrophic futures for them.”

“Still seems buckwild to me.”

Indrid purses his lips in thought, “were you in Barclay’s position and I in Stern’s, would you stay away from me.”

“I’d try.” Duck thinks, then huffs out a little laugh, “I’d fuckin fail, but I’d try.”

Indrid rests his head on his shoulder, “Exactly.”

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“What the fu-”

“We need to go down to the shoreline now.” Indrid is already running down the staircase, and Duck rolls groggily out of bed to join him. When they hit the moonlit shore, two figures are collapsed on the ground, one moving and the other not. 

“Barclay?” 

The man, his body that of a harbor seal from the waist down, looks up, “Oh thank fuck, it’s, it’s Joe, he’s-”

“Alive, but barely. Something nearly drowned him.” Indrid slips off his glasses, scooping the agent into his arms as Duck helps a now fully human Barclay to his feet. 

“Reef serpent; it must have been what he investigating, even if he didn’t know it. He fired on it when it started attacking his boat.” Barclay points to the scattered remains of a small motorboat, “I got him away from ithe serpent when it was trashing it.” 

“Hold up, there’s a fuckin sea monster swimmin around my house?”

“Not for long.” Barclay growls. 

“Easy, buddy, easy, you got fuck-all in terms of protection, and unless sea monsters are smaller than I’m thinkin’, even sealed-out you’re gonna have problems.”

Barclay nods. Then both he and Duck bolt for the lighthouse as a shout of alarm rings out. When they reach the second level, Stern is on one side of the room, Indrid on the other. The agent is awake, heartbeat even visible from where they stand. 

“In my defense, he only awoke while I was carrying him in two percent of the futures.”

“What the hell, what the hell, what the hell?” Stern tries to stand more confidently, then immediately loses his balance, hitting the floor. 

“Hey, Joe, it’s okay, you’re safe.” Barclay is to him immediately. 

“Moth, mothman is supposed to be a midwestern to southern cryptid, you are in swimtrunks and a fur coat in the dead of night, and I have no idea where I am. And that’s before we get to the fact that something bit my boat in half.”

“One of those is easy; you’re in the lighthouse. And we oughta get you one more level up so I can check that gash on your head.”

Stern touches his forehead, notes the blood, “Shit.”

“Probably hit your head on rock or got dragged on somethin when the, uh, the, storm, no, fuck, the-”

“As for your other question, the midwest and south posed some issues for me, as you no doubt know. Then, of course, I fell in love.” Indrid retrieves his glasses putting them on as he loops an arm around Duck. 

“.......Okay, right. Makes perfect sense.” Stern says in a voice that suggests the opposite, runs his fingers through his tangled hair. 

“As for the rest, I think it is Barclay’s choice to determine how much he shares. I request that it we do it near a heater or the fireplace, both because it will help you both warm up, and also because I am getting very cold.”

They opt for the heaters, Stern still looking very pale and messy. Duck helps Barclay get his wounds cleaned, tries not to stare when Stern removes his shirt to reveal an honest to god, cut body (Barclay makes no such attempt).

“I foresee it being best if you rest for the time being, Joseph.” Indrid produces a pillow and blanket from a cupboard.

“But I still have questions; the monster, you being here, the swimsuit-”

“Later, babe. We’ll talk about it later, okay?” Barclay kisses his forehead and Duck watches the agent relax. 

“Okay. Tomorrow?” 

Another kiss, “Yep, tomorrow.”

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The sea monster proves to be less of an issue than Duck anticipated. Mama, owner of Amnesty Lodge, has clearly dealt with such creatures before. She is also terrifyingly good with a harpoon gun. 

So it’s without fear that he piloted to shore to pick up some food and stop by the little library in town to look for movies to rent. 

“I recommend “Beast from 20,000 Fathoms’ over ‘Reptilicus,’ though they’d be a great double feature.” 

Stern smiles when Duck turns, and he realizes it’s the first time he’s seen the man in something other than a suit. The sweater, which he’s pretty sure belongs to Barclay, and jeans seem unfairly well fitting. 

He’s just about to shake the thought from his head when he notices Stern giving him the same look of appraisal.

“Have you been working out?” Stern smiles again, but Duck spots the nervous energy beneath it, as if the agent is kicking himself for the cheesy line. 

“Yeah, ever since the monster incident, figured it didn’t hurt t be a little tougher. Found some body weight exercises and whatnot.”

“It shows in your arms. Aha, there it is.” He pulls a box set of The Great British Baking Show fro the shelf, “Barclay wanted me to check to see if they had it. The internet at the lodge is not the best for streaming things.”

“If, uh, if you ever want, you two could come over for a movie night or somethin.”

It could be the lights, but Stern seems to blush, “That could be very fun.”

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“Sunning yourself in broad daylight? Someone has gotten bold.” Indrid climbs onto the rock where Barclay, in his half and half for, is laid out on his belly. 

“This from the guy who let an UP agent see him.” Barclay flicks his tail.

“I told you, it was an unlikely future. Besides, he took it well. Eventually.”

“True. God, Indrid, is this what it’s like for you with Duck? Having a human who isn’t freaked out by, y’know.” He points to his tail. 

“Duck found my true form alarming for the first few times, but yes. I am glad you have found someone who cares for you in such a way.”

“He’s even careful about my coat, even though I told him the whole bit about hiding it to force marriage is a myth.” Barclay smiles, flicks his tail, “agh, damn flies. Make my tail itchy.”

“Allow me.” Indrid draws his fingers down the smooth, soft fur, “better?”

“Uh huh, damn, that’s the spot, fuck, please don’t stop.” 

“Hmmmmmm, very well, but only if you bring a batch of those caramel cupcakes the next time you come. And before you try to deny it, I see you admit you have a waterproof carrier in the future.”

“I wanted to--oh shit yeah, breaking out the claws--to share some scones I made with some mermaids back when I lived in Puget Sound! But you got a deal; next time, I’ll bring you something sweet.”

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“Sometimes I forget the general lack of doors here.”

“Fuck!” Duck yanks his hand out of his boxers, sitting up in bed, “sorry, thought you’d be home later.”

“It got colder faster than I anticipated. Apologies.”

“S’okay.”

“No need to stop on my account, though I can excuse myself if you’d prefer privacy.” Indrid stops dead, then tilts his head with a grin, ‘my my, such fantasies my love.”

“C’mon, no fair usin’ what I might say in the future to know what I was imaginin’.” Ducks cheeks burn brighter than the lamp above them. 

“Myself and Joseph at the same time? Quite an enticing image.”

“I’m sorry I-wait, what?”

“Duck, I am not upset in the slightest that you find him appealing. I do as well. And the last few times we’ve had them over, I’ve found myself glummer and glummer each time they leave.”

“Do you think they’d be, uh, into it?”

Indrid shuts his eyes, opens them with a grin, “Well, my love, I have some very good news.”

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The conversation between the four goes well. 

The night they have decided to act on it, however, is going poorly 

First, the moonlight has been swallowed up by stormclouds, wind rattling the windows and Duck having to man the radio for a full weather report. 

“Well, looks like y’all might be here a few days; storms supposed to last through Tuesday. Good thing ‘Drid told me to grab even more emergency stores than regular.”

More awkwardly, none of them have made a move to start things off. Even Indrid, who’s foresight lends him a degree of confidence, has turned shy. 

Not that Duck isn’t having fun; they made their proposition based on the fact they liked the other men as friends as well as wanting to drag them into the nearest bed. 

And to top it all off, a fuse goes on the middle level  and Duck is currently trying to get the damn thing replaced, Stern helpfully holding the flashlight.  

“There, think that’s got it. Barclay, it on?” He calls up through the ceiling.

“Yep!”

“Thank fuck. Candles and lamps in a lighthouse are romantic, but those stairs can be fuckin murder in bad light.” He shuts the fuse box, turns to find Joe very, very close.

“Duck?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I, um, kiss you?”

“Thought you’d never fuckin’ ask.” Duck leans in, laughs as Joe pushes him against the wall, kissing him carefully even as his hands roam up and down his body. 

“Lord, I am going to enjoy this” He squeezes Duck’s ass, “it is fucking perfect.”

“Heh, what happened to those government employee manners?”

 “You’re one to talk, country boy.” Joe smirks as Duck’s fingers yank his belt open, moans as his hand dips down.

There’s a crash above them, and in a few moments of awkward fumbling up the stairs, they find Barclay pinned, face down, to the table. 

“He was preventing me from getting whipped cream.” Indrid says matter-of-factly,  grin luminous in the dark as he kneads Barclay’s ass with one hand and tugs his hair with another. 

“Seems you’ve met your match, big guy.” Joe walks over to them, brings his hand lightly down on Barclay’s ass, “pity you aren’t in your other form. I made him howl just form finding the right spot on his tail.”

“Intriguing.” Indrid purrs, offering him a kiss in reward for the information, “there will be time for that later, when we can all be in the water. For now” he beckons Duck to join them, “I think adjourning to the bed may be best.” He offers Duck his arm and as the four make their way to a more comfortable spot a sliver of moonlight, no bigger than a smile in the dark, slips in through the window

#Indruck #sternclay #OT4: government men and their cryptid boyfriends #agent stern/barclay #agent stern/duck newton #indrid cold/duck newton #mermay fills

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Hiiii what are some headcanons about being best friends with harry? I think he’d watch disney films with you, cuddle you when you’re sad, take you shopping and you’d try those cute homemade DIY face masks together 💕💘

painting each others' nails but Harry won't let you use the prettiest ones because he's SELFISH

scrolling through Instagram in silence together while Harry occasionally shows you a cool makeup transformation

SHOPPING!!

going to the beach and staying there waiting for Harry to wake up from his sunbathing nap because you're hungry and wanna go home but he told you not to wake him up

diy face masks

road trips in sports cars!

but Harry will never let you use the AUX cable because he thinks your music taste sucks but he doesn't wanna tell you

and also he's a brat

frequent fast food trips

Harry leaving you gifts which are actually just things he gets for free but doesn't want in the house because it's cluttering it up

book recommendations!

doing each others' makeup with overpriced designer eyeshadow palettes that actually really suck

CUDDLES!!

gossiping about your friends because Harry's nosy and lives for drama but him never sharing secrets about his friends because he doesn't want drama in his own life

Harry going through your closet and putting things on and just leaving your house with them

going on a jog together but Harry starts running even though he told you he wouldn't but he does and leaves you behind and also he took your water bottle because it had cold water and his was hot

dinner together where Harry pays for everything and gets your favorite dessert!

and also he eats chicken but tells you to keep it a secret

also he pays for everything all the time

Harry cooking for you!

doing Tik Tok dances together

having to accept that your favorite snacks will disappear when you have Harry over for a sleepover because he sneaks into the kitchen at night to eat

and also accept that Harry hogs the remote and puts on movies only he likes but he falls asleep halfway through and you're stuck watching Something's Gotta Give

you're also stuck with him on your lap

while he's snoring loud

and you accept that he's probably drooling too

#asks #princess #headcanons #bhk