#praise be our dark wizard boyfriends

[localravenclaw]

Blood Sacrifice AU

Tom Riddle × Lydia Parkinson (OC)

Sebastian Sallow × Ren Aries (OC)

I could not write a synopsis for this AU even if I tried. Too complicated. Too much angst. Too many deranged plot twists. But I'm glad I'm sharing this delusion with you @esolean ♡

#perhaps esolean's moodboards would explain this extravagant story somehow #but gaddayum i'd be lying if i say this ain't one of the best au's i've hc'ed to date #lydia and ren are in their dumb bitch era lmao #praise be our dark wizard boyfriends #honestly if you ask me about this au i'd be too dazed to explain #but it sooooo good uuuuggghhhh!!! #my crackship #seb × ren #tom × lyd #lydia parkinson #ren aries #otp bff edition #Spotify

[comfortscripts]

My Little Dove ¬ Regulus Black

Kinktober Day 4

Plot - Regulus wanted to love and cherish you but a desire to corrupt you was always present so what happens when you decide to let him ruin you?

Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only}

Pairing - Regulus Black x Inexperienced!Fem!reader

Notes/Warnings - THIS IS FLUFFY SMUT. Praise, loss of virginity for the reader, bit of an innocent kink, they are either in 6th or 7th year but this takes place at Hogwarts. Unprotected sex but I like to imagine that there are safety spells to cast afterwards

Word Count - 1.9k

The Slytherin common room rumbled with laughter. Young hormonal witches and wizards making filthy jokes as their minds concocted fantasies of their crushes. It was that kind of stage in life where all that mattered was sex, well to most of your friends anyway.

Always the innocent one of the group, 'the dove' as Nina Nott once claimed. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sexual jokes, doe-eyes widening at stories of wild nights and flushing checks whenever your dashing boyfriend placed his hand on your smooth thigh. It baffled your peers at how the sweet darling of Slytherin ever agreed to go out with Regulus Black, the mysterious and handsome pureblood.

Whilst his friends constantly teased him about you being too innocent, about how you must be so boring and tame. Regulus couldn't help but disagree. Your innocence lit up a secret desire in him, knowing that you were so pure when he was tainted and blackened. You were his prized princess and when the time came, he would be the one to corrupt you.

Gentle firelight sparkled across the common room, making the silver decorations dance in flashes of glitter. Head resting on the Black boy's shoulder as his hand caressed your exposed knee, the two of you were listening to yet another story about Barty's wild sexual exploits from over the holidays. Even though Regulus claimed that barely half were true.

As the dirty-minded wizard continued explaining how he made a girl orgasm with a single finger, your innocent little mind decided to indulge in the sinful thoughts you so often push away. Thoughts of Regulus exploring your body in ways no one had before, or picturing his mop of dark curls between your legs as he dipped into your delicious core. No matter how innocent people thought you were, you couldn't deny that the thoughts of Regulus making you cum over, and over again, wasn't something that consumed your mind after the sun had set.

Whilst your mind flooded with sinful fantasies, your beloved boyfriend noticed the way your cheeks were reddening by the second and how your supple thighs clenched ever so slightly. His curious head filled with ideas at the subtle reactions but there was a single thought that stood out, you were aroused.

Bowing his head ever so slightly, the Slytherin wizard whispered gently, "My love, I'm feeling rather bored with this company. How about we make our way to my room?"

The velvety words were enough to bring you back from your daydream, and with a shaky nod, Regulus grasped your hand to pull you away from the comfort of the leather sofas.

With each step you ascended, your confidence grew. Tired of pushing your wants away, bored of being labelled innocent and fed up with not being able to reach that high by yourself anymore. All these reasons and emotions led you to one solution; you needed Regulus, all of him.

Entering the wizard's room filled you with excitement but the fear was overwhelming your subconscious. How do I even suggest this? What if I'm terrible and he leaves me? What if he sees me naked and decides it's not what he thought? The inner monologue battled with your confidence as you placed yourself on his large silken bed, a perk of being prefect.

The dip in the bed and the strong aroma of teakwood made you twirl your body towards the dark-haired man. Locking your eyes, you felt protected in his gaze, knowing that he would never let anything hurt you and he would never judge you. That simple look sent all your fears running and your stomach swirled with confidence once more.

Placing a delicate hand on his sculpted jaw, you inched ever so close to emit a soft "I love you Reggie" before connecting your lips with his. The gentle touch of your plump lips against his made your heart swell and your body ache for something more, aching to feel loved. Encasing you within his lean arms, Regulus guided your figure onto his sturdy lap as his fingertips trace the nap of your neck and tangle in your hair.

This reaction from the pureblood boy spurred you to deepen the kiss and shift the atmosphere into something more than the passionate make-outs the two of you engaged in. With a soft nip of Reg's lower lip, the two of you began exploring one another's mouth in an intimate dance of tongues and teeth. Heat slowly flowed to your pleading core, begging for some attention after all these usual nights ending with warm embraces.

Giving into your body's wants, you grind into Regulus' growing hard-on in a desperate attempt for friction. The out-of-character action elicits a guttural groan from the man as he sharply pulls away from the kiss, with confusion laced orbs at your sudden movement.

"Princess, don't do that."

"But why? It feels good right?"

"Yes but if we start down that road, I might not be able to stop"

Placing a single hand over his steady-rising chest, you confess "I don't want you to stop. I want you, all of you."

Love driven lust replaced all signs of confusion in his sharp features as he took in your words, drinking in the idea of finally being able to corrupt his little dove. Wrapping a slender hand across your back, he flipped the two of you so his figure loomed above yours.

Regulus began planting soft kisses against your jaw as he cautiously undid the many buttons holding back your exposed chest. Treating your clothes as if they were wrapping paper covering his prize and he was eager to reveal the marvellous sight beneath it. As the final button popped open, the man let himself harden at the picturesque view of your satin white bra which cupped your tender breasts. Lowering himself to delve between your mounds, his lips nipped and sucked the smooth surface, making sure to leave marks to show his love.

Sensations of the simple act mixing with anticipation left you shivering for more. His slow movements felt like a pleasurable torture as you core became slick in preparation for his attention.

"Reg, please. I want more"

"Are you sure my dove? Almost feel bad corrupting you, such a sweet little thing"

The words washed over you, adding to the heated atmosphere. "Regulus, I want you to corrupt me. Please baby, ruin me."

As if all inhibition in the man snapped, his actions became more determined and his fingers made quick work of stripping himself bare before turning his attention to your pleated school-girl skirt. Whilst all the girls at Hogwarts wore one, only you could make heads turn and only you could make Regulus feel like he won the Triwizard Cup.

"This is staying on, okay princess?" He stated toying with the edge of your skirt before sliding his hand further to meet your clothed core "But these are coming off." And with a hardened tug, the eager man torn your lacey panties.

The cool air now freely reaching your glistening core made you whine and rut your hips, begging for any type of feeling on your throbbing core. Regulus traced a single digit across your inner thigh before gliding it over your soaking core, coating his slender finger in your juices.

He brought the wettened digit to his lips before tasting your sweetness, "Oh babygirl, you taste delicious. Trust me, you'll struggle to keep me away but for now, I need to be in your tight little pussy"

Blush flooded your cheeks at his lewd words but you couldn't contain the whimper of desperation at his words, tempting him to just bottom out inside of you already. But like the gentleman he was, cautiously lining up his leaking cock with your sopping entrance before whispering "Are you sure you want this my love?"

Biting back a whimper at feeling of his angry tip resting against your folds, you shakily let out a "yes" and with that, Regulus sheathes inside of your warmth.

Gasping at the sudden feelings, the pain melted away quickly as the feeling of fullness overwhelmed your senses. The dark-haired man stilled himself as you both grew accustom to the new sensations but as your nails softly dug into his biceps, he began to gently build up a slow yet punishingly deep pace.

"You are so tight my dove. Squeezing me so well that I may not last as long as I wished." Groans fell from his lips with the interruption of a mumbled chorus of your name as if he were drunk and you were the only think he could remember.

Moans and whimpers tumbled from your mouth as his punishing length reached so deep, pressing that sweet-spot with every thrust. You always knew that your fingers could never compare but this, this was better than you could have imagined. The way his cock so expertly filled you whilst his large hands groped your exposed flesh, all accompanied by the sweet sounds the duet of moans and groans bouncing through the room.

Feeling the knot begin to grow in your stomach, Regulus places a single digit on your puffy clit before rubbing merciful patterns to quicken your climax. Your sounds grew louder as your orgasm approached, chants of his name broken up by light pleasured whimpers freely erupted from your lips. Regulus picked up the speed, now thrusting into your clenching cunt at a harsher pace as he watched you fall apart.

Pride flooded his senses as he realised that he was the only one who got to see this side of you, he was the only one who got to watch you come undone and he was never planning on letting you go. "Are you going to cum for me princess?"

"Yes, oh my god! Reg, I wanna cum"

His own climax hit maximum capacity as he began a final burst of energy, pounding into your tight hole as your noises melted into his lips with a bruising kiss. Bodies becoming one as the tension of your inevitable climaxes burst through the gates.

Reg's hips stuttered against your body as his orgasm came flooding over and he released himself into your accepting warmth with a loud outburst of your name. Your body convulsed with pleasured as you felt the final cord snap, opening the flood-gates of ecstasy. Nails impaling your lover's back and bicep as he gripped your waist with a harsh force, leaving marks of the night you shared.

Staggered breaths fell from your mouths as Regulus carefully unsheathed himself and brought your exhausted body into his loving arms. Delicate kisses were littered across your exposed shoulder before he placed a single tender kiss against your forehead, a shy communication of love that he created for you.

"Are you okay my love? I wasn't too much, was I?" No matter how much of a big game Regulus spoke, the both of you knew that he feared harming you above all else and inside, he was the most caring man there was.

Lightly pressing a kind kiss on his plump lips, you offer a glowing smile. "It was perfect, I couldn't have ask for better. I love you and I don't think I could feel happier than I do now"

Snuggling closer into the pureblood man, you hear his rapid heartbeat begin to slow as he accepts your embrace.

"I love you my little dove"

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[pinkteapotwriting]

Their Perfect Y/N

Wolfstar x Fem!reader

Warning : Smut, pretty chill though. Daddy kink. That kinda stuff.

 Word count : 2532

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Your first order meeting. You were so young, you just got out of Hogwarts considered an adult in the muggle world. Only 18, and you had a war to fight, friends to defend, lives to protect. It’s funny how determined you were to obliterate every death eater, but your heart was caught in your throat at the prospect of entering headquarters. You tried to ignore it, this was the first step to saving the people you cared about. You watched the houses split apart and sucked in a big breath before knocking. 

Walking through the doorway was easy enough, being immediately overwhelmed by a high pitched, brutal shriek.

“MUD BLOOD, BLOOD TRAITORS, BESMIRCHING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS. DISGUSTING, FILTHY-”

“SHUT UP YOU FUCKING HAG!”

You were frozen in a state of terror, already you were messing up and you haven’t even said anything yet. 

“Y/N, right?”

Your wide eyes moved towards the figure with sleek ebony curls. The intense grey eyes were intimidating, but once you looked closer you saw the twinkle of humor in them. You shook his tattooed clad hands and tried not to let your knees buckle under his firm grasp. 

“Yes, and I’d ask you yours, but the daily prophet has done a great job of introducing me already.”

His smile was genuine, but you could read into that touch of sadness. But he was quick to shake it off.

“Don’t mind my mother, I promise she’s just as unpleasant as you get to know her.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that-”

“Oh don’t worry about it love. No one told you. It’s amazing that you could come, Remus says you were one of his best students. Really exceptional at defense against the dark arts.”

Heat flushed to your face at the praise and the mention of your favorite professor.

“Professor Lupin is here too?”

Your question was quickly answered when those familiar arms you would stare at entranced in class were draped over Sirius’s shoulders.

“Nice to see you Y/N, but you’re not my student anymore so please, just call me Remus.”

“Feels illegal but sounds good Remus.”

You all found your way to the dining room table and tried your best not to be intimidated by the row of wizards you admired and respected so much. Before you got the chance to breathe though Molly had you trapped in a tight bear hug.

“Oh Y/N, so good to see you dear. Of course I’m not happy about the circumstance, but all the same, glad to know you’re here and safe.”

There was no oxygen left in your lungs to respond, so you just smiled and accepted her warm embrace.

“Molly, if you want her safe and healthy you might want to give her the chance to breathe.”

Grateful for Remus’s interjection you gave Molly a quick peck on the cheek, while she released you bashfully. 

“Thank you Molly.”

 The meeting itself was fine, it was the dinner afterwards that had you terrified, because right across from you was Sirius and Remus. Two of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen and their unrelenting questions and invested eye contact had the embarrassment coming up all at the same time. That didn’t deter them though. If anything it sprung even more questions and conversation starters. You didn’t even notice everyone else had left, leaving just you three at the table. You were cupping some tea between both hands, while Remus was leaning against Sirius’s shoulder. Sirius was replicating the affection by wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

It was peaceful, never had you felt so comfortable in the presence of other people before. So safe. 

“Y/N, I’m glad you came, like I said Remus speaks very highly of you and we need all the help we can get. So if you want to invite your boyfriend or something to join, you should.”

“Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend actually, but speaking of which I had no idea you guys were together. You’re a really beautiful couple.”

Remus only smiled a little, but Sirius’s grin was proud.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re really quite beautiful too. We’re actually not gay though though, we’re both bisexual. We’ve even been known to have thirds in relationships. Nothing permanent though, haven’t found that right person.”

“Does that mean that you’re still open to-?

“Oh absolutely, there’s this girl we actually have our eyes set on right now.”

Your face fell.

“Oh, well if you two like her then she must be lovely.”

Remus and Sirius shared a look, clearly amused by your cluelessness and we all know what teases they can be. Remus spoke up this time.

“OH yeah, she’s a darling. She just joined the order.” 

“She has Y/H/C and Y/E/C. Exactly our type wouldn’t you say Remus?”

“An absolute beauty, exactly our type that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, she looks particularly cute when she holds a cup of tea, with an adorable confused expression.”

“I don’t understand, well I think I do but-”

Remus was sitting up straight now, zoning in on your troubled expression.

“Y/N, we want you. If you’re uncomfortable we can drop it and give you space from here on out and we’re so sorry for making you-”

“Wait. You guys like me? Like that?”

Sirius snorted at your surprise.

“How could we not? You’re completely captivating. Do you feel the same love?”

“I do, it’s just that I’m not experienced, like, at all. And you guys are so it’s intimidating.”

“We would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable or unsafe. How about we talk more about this more tomorrow.”

Remus’s words were sincere, and well thought out. Yours were less eloquent, much more desperate sounding than you would have liked.

“No please, I need you now.”

Sirius was a man who smiled a lot. Always quick to let out a genuine, hearty laugh. But this was different. It was a taunting smile, a dangerous smile. And you were completely captivated. 

“Yeah? What’s got you so needy love? No one’s done anything yet.”

The table between you felt like it was keeping you miles apart. So you pouted, but Remus tutted. 

“Answer his question Pup, good girls speak up when told to.”

“I-I don’t know, I can’t help it. I’ve never felt like this before and I just need you.”

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Clothes were discarded slower than you deemed necessary. Their clothes at least, not yours. You were only left in your underwear. They really just wanted to take their time with you, not worried about them, but you. You just looked so pretty sprawled out on their bed, it was impossible not to stop and admire your trembling figure. Remus slid behind you, allowing you to rest against his now bare chest. While Sirius knelt in between your legs, hovering over you, thumb running over your bottom lip. 

“So pretty baby. Can I take these off now?”

He was referring to your panties and you were all too eager to be rid of them. Except Sirius was still fully clothed, which wasn’t exactly ideal.

“Sure, but could you take this off?” You tugged at the bottom of his shirt suggestively, but Remus was tugging your arms back.

“That’s not how we ask for what we want love, try again.”

You bore into Sirius’s grey eyes. The twinkle of humour was gone, there was love and respect there, but mostly they were filled with hunger. His blatant lust had you nervous, not ever experiencing such intensity before. It had you subconsciously closing your legs. So Sirius was pouting.

“Darling you don’t have to be shy, we like hearing what you have to say.”

You sighed and spread your legs again while Remus robbed your arms soothingly.

“S-siri, can you take off your shirt please. I wanna see you.”

“Good girl for asking so nice.”

He departed from the bed to remove all but his boxers, and it just reaffirmed that you’d be spending hours tracing his tattoos later. Emphasise on the later, cause at the moment you’d rather spend time with him doing something else. He seemed to be feeling much the same, but had to pause to chuckle at your dazed reaction.

“See something you like?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

Remus pressed a kiss to the back of your head. 

“Alright love, you ready? Do you want this?”

“Yes, please. Do you want this?”

“Of course love.”

Once Sirius was nestled between your thighs again he gave one reassuring peck before making his journey downward. He started sucking right below your ear, and you were already whimpering. He could get drunk on that noise. All the sounds you released so willingly as he nipped your collar bone, kissed your hip, and sank his teeth into your inner thigh. Right next to where you needed him most. He didn’t give you much time to complain though, cause soon enough that last barrier of clothing was being discarded and your fingers found their way through his black tresses. The vibrations of his moan against your clit had you bucking into his face. He kept his palms planted firmly on your thighs.

“That feel good Puppy? No one’s ever made you feel like this huh? Gotta stay still though, can’t make you feel good of you can’t stay still.”

“F-feels so good.”

“I know baby, Moony how bout you help her practice for another time.”

Remus seemed to understand what he meant and you were confused until-

“Open up pretty girl.”

Until Remus’s fingers were brushing past your lips. You started sucking on them as if it was second nature. 

Sirius went back to suckling against your clit, but this time one of his fingers was teasing your entrance. Which once had you whining against Remus’s fingers, so he pulled them out to let you speak. 

“What is it baby.”

“P-Please Siri.”

“By that way, how does she taste?”

He answered by inserting his pointer finger briefly before bringing it to Remus’s lips. Remus released it with a dramatic pop. 

“Now I think I’m jealous, Hurry up Pads so I can get a turn.”

You never thought you had this type of response in you, but Sirius’s fingers thrusting in and out of you was sending shocks through your body. Every touch burned in the best way possible and it was only a short matter of time until the coil snapped. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for us Y/N?”

“Y-yeah. Please, feels so good.”

“Bet it does, let go for us darling, I know you can.”

He placed delicate kisses across your shoulders as you released all over Sirius’s face and fingers. Despite not being the one who came Sirius parted ruefully with a heaving chest. Remus beckoned him closer and as soon as he was within reach Remus was cleaning off his glistening face with his tongue. A sight you found all too arousing.

“Did so good Y/N, you too Pads. My turn now.”

“Please I need to be inside of her so bad.”

Remus pondered for a moment.

“Could you be gentle with her as she needed. You’d have to be.”

“She was clenching around my fingers… don’t know how I’d respond with her wrapped around my cock. You’re right Moony.”

And there you were, wishing they’d skip the whole talking like you weren’t even there, and just fuck you already. Luckily your desire looked as if it was going to be satiated shortly as Remus and Sirius switched places. When Remus removed his clothes you stared at his member with complete and utter desire. He mistook it for nervousness though.

“It’s alright love, if you want to stop we can. We can go at your pace and I promise if you’re in any pain at all that we can-”

Your voice sounded pained, raspy and desperate as if you were being deprived of oxygen.

“Remmy, I need you. Please I need it so bad.”

He sighed in relief and stroked his length as he settled over top of you.

“I got you. Such a good girl using her manners. Tell me if it hurts at all okay.”

Chest against chest was not close enough, even that could not satisfy the desire, the need, to be close to Remus. It seemed he was replicating your feelings as he drank up every moan that flew past your lips. If Sirius wasn’t rubbing your arms and soothing your hairline you never would have been grounded enough to tell that this was reality. 

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding Pads. She’s so tight I can barely move. You feel so good love.”

Your high pitched moans were gradually becoming more staccato as Remus thrust into you.

“I-it’s not my fault you’re so big.”

“S’ not a bad thing at all Pup. You like my cock, you like being stretched out like this?”

“Yes yes yes. So much, please please Da-”

Embarrassment creeped up from the back of your mind, all the way to your cheeks, but Sirius noticed.

“What were you gonna call him baby. C’mon now, don’t be shy.”

Remus halted his movements to stare at your face intently.

“I- I don’t wanna, M’embarrassed”

Remus gave one more thrust to emphasise his point.

“Say it.”

You knew by the stern look on his face it was better to obey, or else you wouldn’t get what you wanted.

“Daddy, please let me cum. You feel so good. You’re so big daddy I-fuck”

You were cut off by your own moaning as Remus proceeded to thrust at a rapid pace.

“Cum then.”

It was like you were being blindsided. If you were standing you would have been knocked off your feet. Sirius held your hand the whole way, and your grip only tightened as Remus chased his own high. 

“Where do you want me to cum baby?”

“Please cum inside me Daddy.”

“Yeah, you want Daddy to breed you? So pretty and innocent, didn’t know you were so dirty baby. I’m gonna stuff you full sweet girl- FUCK.”

He bit into your shoulder as he painted your insides with his release, and you found yourself whimpering as he pulled out. Remus was always a good caretaker though.

“It’s alright sweetheart. You did so good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“No wait-”

“What is it pup?”

“Siri needs to feel good too.”

“If you’re sure then go ahead love.” Remus scootched out of the way so Sirius could situate you where he wanted. And that was face pressed into the mattress apparently. He sheathed himself fully inside of you, pressed his chest against your back so he could reach your ear and whisper.

“My turn, we’ll see who you’re calling Daddy at the end of this.”

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Bonus

The prospect of war was terrifying. You were so focused on protecting everyone around you. So it was a great comfort knowing, as you slept in between Sirius and Remus, that you had two people who would go to all ends to keep you safe.

Because besides each other they now had something even more undeniably precious. 

You.

Their perfect Y/N. 

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[fallingfor-fics]

Teachers Pet- chapter 31: goodbye Gilderoy

All chapters 

chapter 30

A/n This is one of my fav chapters I wrote because of the ending <3

I yawned and stretched as I woke up the next day, for a second I almost didn't remember everything that happened, so much had happened, and so much needed to be dealt with. I sighed as I sat in bed and looked out the window. I slowly got up and saw how much of a mess the room was from getting ready yesterday.

 I grabbed my wand and tidied my things up looking over to my roommates who were still asleep. I went to the bathroom and showered, turning the water as hot as I could handle to attempt to wash away yesterday. I ran my fingers over the marks on my chest and held back a few tears, I didn't know what to do about this feeling, I just remembered the fear I felt and his thoughts. Merlin his thoughts. They were vile and disgusting. I washed my face and the thoughts away, trying not to think about it. I got out and used magic on my hair and makeup and got dressed. Today everyone else went home for break, which I still haven't decided I was going to do. I really didn't want to be at Hogwarts alone, but even less did I want to meet my mom's new boyfriend, and hear her talk shit about Draco. It was still weird thinking about what happened and our plan. I was still a little hurt by what Draco did, but since I was never able to fully invest in our relationship, I would survive. Plus I loved having him as a friend. I looked over at the letter that stayed placed on my nightstand and picked it up reading it again. I thought about it for a moment and decided I'd be better off staying at Hogwarts. Plus who knows maybe it would be fun. I grabbed my wand and robes and headed to the common room to look for Draco. He walked out of his dorm and into the common room just as I was about to leave. "Hey Y/n." he chirped. "Hey I was actually looking for you." I said walking over to him. "Oh have you called off our plan?" he said with sad eyes, "No no, we need to handle a certain underwater sleazebag before breakfast." I said smiling. "Oh yes one moment." he said, turning and going back to his room and returning with Lockhart in the cup. I looked down in the cup and he was still there just swimming. "Perhaps we should just flush him." Draco said laughing. "You know that's not a bad idea, but I prefer him to die in Azkaban." I said smiling as we headed out of the room. I followed as he walked down the hall, "Draco where are you going? The Headmaster's office is this way." I asked furrowing my brows. "Well we need to get Snape first." I felt a pain in my chest at his name, he had disappeared after my solo, but I still had so many questions. Like did he really care for me at all? Why did he kiss me and then just say it was a mistake? "Y/n?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Draco, "Y-yeah you're right." I said walking with him down the hall. "I figured you would be excited to see him." he said nudging my arm and wiggling his brows. I laughed and shook my head, "No, something happened last night with us and I don't know if anything will ever happen now, it's all so confusing. I went on explaining what happened, making sure he swore not to tell, knowing he wouldn't since it would just result in me spilling his own secret. We kinda made a deal to not ever tell each other secrets no matter what happened to our friendship. "Well that certainly is confusing, I'm sure you just need to have a talk with him." he said as we approached his classroom. "That's the thing I don't know if he will even give me the time of day, and I also don't want to chase him you know?" I didn't want to seem obsessed, I mean I didn't want him thinking I wasn't able to just leave him alone. It was only then did I remember I accidentally let slip that I was in love with him. "Oh fuck." I said out loud as we approached his door, "What?" Draco questioned. I didn't even know that I felt that way for him, I just thought I liked him a lot. "I told him I loved him last night, when we were fighting, and I just remembered." I said looking up at him, "Oh that's wow, what did he say?" I thought back to last night, "That our kiss was a mistake." I said softly looking down. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sure he didn't mean it, he was probably just mad and scared." Draco said, trying to comfort me. "Yeah maybe." I looked at the door and knocked lightly.

No one answered at first, I looked to Draco and then knocked harder again. It opened quickly and there stood the tall dark professor, and I just looked away and at Draco. "Is there a reason you two are here at this time." Snape said obvious annoyance in his voice. Draco held up the cup, "We need to go see Dumbledore." he said respectively. Snape's eyes looked to the cup and flashed with anger, he looked back at me and we made eye contact, his now showing a hint of sorrow and guilt. I just looked back down and saw Draco's hand, I clasped mine around his and he looked at me smiling. "Of course, give me a moment." he said walking back into the room and then closing the door behind him as he exited. He walked passed us and down the hall, me and Draco keeping up behind him. We got to Dumbledore's office, and Snape muttered the password and let himself in, me and Draco following behind still. We walked in and Dumbledore was standing back to us getting a book from one of his shelves. "Hello what can I do for you all?" he said as he turned and smiled, walking over and sitting in his desk chair. I went and sat down in a chair and so did Draco, Snape standing behind us. "Albus there's been an incident." Snape drawled. "What happened, was anyone hurt?" he said looking at me and Draco. "Actually y-" he was going to respond but I cut him off, "No everyone is okay." I said looking up and Snape who looked at me slightly confused. "Ok so what seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore inquired waiting for one of us to spit it out. Draco took the reins and set the cup down in front of Dumbledore. "This is Sir." Dumbledore looked over into the cup and then looked back up at us. "A fish?" he questioned smiling, "It's not a fish." Draco said and Dumbledore looked at him confused and then looked up at Snape. Snape walked over to the cup and grabbed it, he carried it to a spot on the floor and pulled out his wand, he pointed it at the cup and it twisted and turned back into a soaking wet and very scared Lockhart. Snape looked at Lockhart, "Don't even try running Gilderoy." he practically growled, we all knew only an idiot would try to run in a situation like this, with two very powerful wizards on each side of him. Dumbledore got up and walked over to Lockhart, looking at Snape and then at me, I had my head down, not wanting to look at the disgusting excuse of a man that was making a puddle of water. "Well what happened? Why is he here and why was he a fish?" Dumbledore said now very concerned. "Nothing, I didn't do a thing she just turned me into a fish for the hell of it!" Lockhart scrambled out trying to get out of this, clearly he is an idiot for thinking anyone would have believed that. Snape looked at him and casted a silencing charm without even speaking and shut Gilderoy up. I felt Snape's eyes on me and I looked up at him for a moment. I felt Draco's hand grab mine and I turned to him, "It's ok he needs to know." Draco whispered to reassure me. I nodded and looked back at Snape, he still had his usual angry face on, but I could see in his eyes he felt sympathetic for me. I looked to Dumbledore and began. "Last night during the ball, I went for a walk down the hall to, um...mentally prepare myself for my solo," I said, lying since I didn't want to expose Draco, " and I ran into Gilderoy here and we had an exchange of words and he brought up how a few weeks ago I accidentally," I paused for a moment and looked at Snape, I was still afraid I would get in trouble, he just nodded his head slightly, letting me know it was fine. " cast the expelliarmus spell on him out of defense because I thought he was gonna cast one at me, and he didn't say anything about that. So last night he brought up how he did not punish me for that and I asked him well what are you gonna do about it? And he said I had a few options." I said now looking at the blonde man that was shaking his head as if I was lying, I turned my attention back to Dumbledore and continued. "He said I could clean for him, served detention with him, or I could pay off my debt right then. I didn't think much of it, and so I read his mind to see what he may have been talking about and he was thinking a lot of weird things and offered I just come to his room for a moment." Dumbledore looked at Snape quickly, whose eyes were still resting on me and then he looked at Lockhart, I looked down at my hands as I resumed, "And when I asked if he meant for detention, he then offered to meet me in a carriage." I looked at Dumbledore who was now standing with an angry look on his face, I had never seen him mad. "When I declined he slowly backed me into the wall, and he brushed my hair from my face, and I pulled back and went to walk away, but he trapped me against the wall. He said he would tell you about the incident and that I would probably be expelled." I paused for a moment looking at everyone, Dumbledore was still waiting for me to continue and Draco was still holding my hand and looking at me with sad eyes. I looked at Snape and then back down at my hands before continuing. "He placed his hand on my shoulder and then pushed down on my chest, I tried to resist it but my neck began to hurt and so did his hand, so I lowered down on my knees, I had thought maybe he just wanted the praise, but then he grabbed my jaw to force me to look at him," my voice began to waver slightly, I could feel my throat drying as I went on, "I pulled my wand on him and shot a spell, but he blocked it and knocked my wand away and then binded my hands and feet. I asked him what he wanted and he said I knew because I was smart. He stepped closer to me and I closed my eyes when I opened them, he had.." I stopped, this was getting harder the more I went on, I knew I had to tell him everything, but I didn't know if I could continue without crying. "He had untucked his shirt and thankfully a few moments later Draco came from around the corner." Dumbledore looked to Draco and then back at me. I looked over to Snape and he looked even more mad and had gotten more pale, I could tell he was livid and wanted to use the killing curse on the stupid man next to him. But I could also see in his eyes that he wasn't just mad, he was furious that the nasty man next to him had touched me, and hurt me, and almost did unspeakable things. I wanted to tell him that I was ok, and that I was so thankful he was there, but I knew I couldn't. My eyes began to sting and a tear slid down my cheek. "Draco was able to distract him when he noticed Professor Snape walking down the hall, Lockhart didn't see him and Snape was able to disarm him and help me. And now we are here." I finished, wiping a few stray tears.

Dumbledore stood in shock and fury, he walked back over and stood in front of me resting a hand on my shoulder. "y/n why did you tell me last night?" he asked with sad sparkling blue eyes. "I didn't want to ruin everyone's night." I mumbled looking down at my feet. He sighed and looked over at Snape, who just closed his eyes for a moment, no doubt to calm down. "Okay, thank you for telling me Y/n that was very brave." Dumbledore said looking back at me. It's not like I had a choice, if those two hadn't saved me, and what I thought was gonna happen happened I probably never would have spoken of it. "Now, Severus and I will discuss our next actions, although I already have a pretty good plan in mind," he paused looking at Gilderoy who was practically shaking from fear, "You two go ahead to the great hall since breakfast will start soon." he said smiling at me. I nodded and took Draco's hand as we got up and headed out of the office and to the dining hall. As soon as the door shut Snape quickly turned to Dumbledore. "We need to get the ministry here immediately or I will escort him to Azkaban myself." Snape spat out quickly. "Yes I am well aware Severus." Albus quipped back, just as frustrated. He looked over to Gilderoy and undid the silencing charm. "You're most certainly fired, and I will see to it you will not leave Azkaban ever again." he said angrily, Snape smirked at this and gave Lockhart an angry stare. "Goodluck getting me locked away for doing nothing." Gilderoy said, trying to be sly. "What do you mean doing nothing? You cornered a student, left bruises on the girl, bound her wrists and ankles, disarmed her, and attempted to assault her!" Snape sneered at the man who flinched at his voice. "Don't worry Severus, he won't step foot near this school, or any school for that matter, ever again." Dumbledore chirped. "Now why don't you take him somewhere he can't escape while I alert the ministry and we wait for their arrival." Dumbledore said smiling. Gilderoy was now crying and Snape nodded and grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him out of the room.

"Where are you taking me? Let me go, I didn't do anything!" Gilderoy said, squirming trying to escape Snape's tight grasp. "You are lucky I didn't hex you the minute I found you with her." Snape growled. "Got a little crush on the girl have you Severus?" Gilderoy said, teasing, Snape turned him and grabbed his collars, shoving him up against the wall, wand pointed to his neck. "One more word and I will sew your mouth shut and make sure no one can open it." he hissed his eyes black with rage. "She's got a pretty little mouth doesn't she? Way too pretty for you." Lockhart retorted, he didn't want to seem intimidated. Which was a bad move. Snape didn't say anything; he just pushed him harder against the wall, his breathing getting heavier as he dug his wand further into the man's neck. "What's wrong Severus? Upset that I beat you to her? Upset I was able to have the little slut on her knees?" he sneered. Severus looked at the ugly man and released his grasp, "Ah much b-" he was cut off when Snape drew his fist back and punched him across the face. Severus had never been one to use the standard way of hurting someone, why would he when he was a very powerful wizard? But he was furious and needed the man to feel this pain, without getting into trouble by using an unforgivable curse. Gilderoy looked back up at Snape and raised his own fist, Snape caught it and struck the man once more. This time causing the man to slide down the wall unconscious with a bloody nose. Snape grabbed the back of his shirt and then dragged the man down the hall.

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Established Relationship

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Malfoy Meet Muggle by PenNoire Rated:  Teen Words:  25,326 Tags:  Animagus, Established Relationship, Fluff, Humour Summary:  Draco Malfoy is surprisingly happy in a comfortable relationship with Harry Potter. Unfortunately, Harry wasn't brought up doing things the wizarding way, and if Draco wants to make this work, he's going to have to learn to integrate the magical with the muggle. Really, how bad can it be? ❤️ Read on AO3 or FFN

📜 A Nightmare Waiting to Happen by triggerlil Rated:  Explicit Words:  21979 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, Claustrophobia, Eye Trauma, Eye Gouging, enucleation, Childhood Trauma, Vomiting, Choking, Unreliable Narrator, Horror, Body Horror, Clones, Abuse, Nightmares, Zombies, Cannibalism, Sectumsempra (Harry Potter), Legilimency (Harry Potter), Hospitals, Character Death In Dream, Antagonist James in Dream, bug horror, Snakes, Moths, Child Death in Dream, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Established Relationship, Hogwarts, Post-Hogwarts, Abusive Dursley Family (Harry Potter), Attempted Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Torture, Corpses, Graphic Description of Corpses, Hurt/Comfort, Curses, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Protective Draco Malfoy, Husbands, No Explicit Sexual Content, Homophobic Language, Sexist Language, Bullying Summary:  Draco sat beside Harry's bed as the man breathed deeply; his eyes were moving rapidly beneath his eyelids, and every so often, he would twitch or part his lips. Draco couldn’t imagine what was going on in Harry’s mind, but he clutched his husband’s hand, wishing he could take his place, do anything to help. Harry Potter is cursed into a nightmare-verse—escaping one nightmare only causes him to fall deeper through the layers of his subconscious—will he be able to free himself, or will his deepest fears swallow him whole? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Age is just a number by gnarf Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  1555 Tags: Old Age, Humor, Fluff, Established Relationship, Dementia, Plot Twists, Shoplifting, Just Add Kittens, Muggle London, HP Fluff Fest 2020 Summary:  Married for decades, their life is perfect. Until Harry gets a call and hears the following words "Mr Potter, we caught your husband stealing ten large packs of King Sized condoms." ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Our Dreams, Our Pride by ahhhnorealnamesallowed Rated:  Mature Words:  10319 Tags: Hermione Granger is a Good Friend, Healer Draco Malfoy, Healer Harry Potter, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Holidays, a very british coach holiday, Ireland, POV Alternating, Swearing, discussion of sex and sexual acts, Slice of Life, Fluff, Fluff without Plot, (or very little plot), Magic University - Freeform, Post-Secondary, Getting Together, Established Relationship Summary:  For six years, Harry has promised Draco a 'big thing' for their anniversary. This year is the year Harry is going to make it happen, even if he does so in a very Harry Potter way. Including last-minute vacation planning, some very sassy old people, a coach bus, and less anniversary sex than expected. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 No Wizard Is an Island by Novaa Rated:  Mature Words:  50009 Tags: HP:EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Ensemble Cast, Slow Burn, Quidditch, Getting Back Together, Established Relationship, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Auror Ron Weasley, Auror Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, Apothecary Draco Malfoy, Quidditch Player Ginny Weasley, Slice of Life, Harry/Draco Big Bang 2018, Community: harrydracobang Summary:  For a life is made of the people living it, and no wizard is an island. A twenty-years journey in the intertwined lives of Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Draco and Harry. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Arrangement by RurouniHime Rated:  Explicit Words:  65746 Tags: From Sex to Love, Established Relationship, Past Relationship(s), Domestic, Requited Love, Making Out, Jealousy, Falling In Love, Angst, Confessions, Moving In Together, Introspection, Pining, Community: help_haiti Summary:  It's worked for years. Why change it now? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Training Exercises by spookywoods Rated:  Explicit Words:  1313 Tags: Auror Draco Malfoy, Blindfolds, Hand Jobs, Married Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, It's Curry Night at the Malfoy-Potter Residence!, so you know it will be hot, Terrible smut and terrible puns, here all week Summary:  Harry comes home from work to find Draco sitting in the dining room in the dark, wearing a blindfold and little else. “It’s for training,” Draco says. “Training?” “Sensory and environmental magic.” “I could help you train,” Harry says. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Take a trip into my garden by Andithiel Rated:  Explicit Words:  5974 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Porn with Feelings, Established Relationship, Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, First Time Bottoming, Draco in lingerie, Bisexual Harry Potter, Rimming, Anal Sex, Really there might be too much feeling for it to count as pwp, As usual when I write, Enthusiastic Consent Summary:  Harry has only been dating Draco for about two months, but he’s already obsessed with the git. And he knows that today, Draco has something special planned, something that includes him being dressed in skimpy lingerie. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Forget-Me-Nots and Narcissus by triggerlil Rated:  Mature Words:  14430 Tags: Piano Player Draco Malfoy, Wand Maker Harry Potter, Summer, Domestic, Work partners - Freeform, Established Relationship, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Wakes & Funerals, Grief/Mourning, Minor Character Death, Gardens & Gardening, Panic Attacks, apple picking, Wandmaking (Harry Potter), Classical Music, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:  His long pale fingers travelled across the keys, the sound of the piano cresting and falling, one moment soft and enticing, in the next fast and sure. The first few buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a pale chest and thin lines of scars; the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal strong forearms, one marred by a smudge of black ink. Or in which Draco is overcome by grief, and Harry is there to keep him afloat. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Through the Window, Clear Skies by tackytiger Rated:  Mature Words:  1415 Tags: Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Moving In Together, Boyfriends, Domestic, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Emotionally Repressed, True Love, Mention of wanking, mention of fucking, but mostly just love, Engagement, Drarry Discord Writers Corner Drabble Challenge Summary:  What would happen if Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy moved in together, too soon after they started kissing and then fucking and not hating each other anymore? Will Draco insist on a wine rack? Or: Domestic Drarry with a bare hint of angst. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Sweet Nothings by vivi1138 Rated:  Mature Words:  1985 Tags: Major Character Death, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Grief/Mourning, Loneliness, Hallucinations, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, POV Draco Malfoy, Established Relationship, Hopeful Ending, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Muteness, Terminal Illnesses, Physical Disability, Loss of strength, Bodily Fluids, Heavy Angst, Hospitalization, Missions Gone Wrong, Auror Partners, Minor Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Afterlife, Mental Health Issues, hopelessness Summary:  What do you do when you lose the one you love? After a raid goes wrong, Draco navigates the waters of his grief and may very well lose himself in the process. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Love Found by peachpety Rated:  Explicit Words:  7500 Tags: Double Agent Draco Malfoy, BAMF Harry Potter, Hogwarts Sixth Year, love realizations, Boys Kissing, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Occlumency (Harry Potter), mind connections, Intense Emotional Action Sequences, Canon Dumbledore Death, Established Relationship, Teenage Boyfriends, Boys In Love, Non-graphic Mentions/Recalls of Offscreen Sexual Activity Between Consensual Minors, Magic and Emotions Conveyed as Color, Threats of Physical Violence and Intimidation, References to Past Forced Submission, Killing Death Eaters, Eventual Happy Ending, Minor References to Past Snape/Lucius Summary:  During Harry’s sixth year, Draco Malfoy joins the Order as a double-agent and continues with his task to get the Death Eaters into the castle as assigned by Voldemort. Draco succeeds with his mission the evening Harry returns from the caves with Dumbledore. The boys reunite on the Astronomy Tower and, with the Death Eater’s arrival, are forced to engage in a fight, driving Harry to come to terms with his feelings about true friendship and romantic love. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Christmas Is For Sex (and Love), So Give It To Me by GoldenTruth813 Rated:  Explicit Words:  53218 Tags: PWP, Established Relationship, Christmas, Bondage, misuse of frosting, making gingerbread houses, coming without touching, Blowjobs, Fingering, anal penetration, Rimming, misuse of fairy lights, Praise Kink, Nipple Clamps, erotic massages, Lingerie, Harry in Lingerie, Butt Plugs, Masterbation, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Topping from the Bottom, Ice Play, misuse of snowballs, misuse of brandy custard, veritasium, Public Sex, misuse of christmas candles, Wax Play, floating blow jobs, bubble baths, Candy Canes, misuse of candy canes, sex with feelings, Clubbing, naughty letters, babysitting teddy, Edging, healing past trauma, really so much more than sex, but lots of sex too, spiked hot cocoa, Drunk confessions, Anal penetration with a foreign object, french!draco, Switching Summary:  Draco buys Harry an Advent House, intent on helping Harry create all new holiday memories, and have a lot of great sex in the process. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 there’s a trick with a dragon I’m learning to do by curiouslyfic Rated:  Explicit Words:  20000 Tags: Politics, economics, social commentary, international relations, mature characters, complex relationships, intellectual comradeship, working together to achieve a common goal, sharp dressers, snark, banter, armchair sex, wall sex, desperate kissing, orgasm denial, playful biting, Machiavellian intrigue, wizard banking, Potterverse ghosts and goblins, pursuit, subtle seduction (i.e. life-saving and/or political acts that can be interpreted as courtship), and frivolous decadence Summary:  Harry’s live-in’s a workaholic being courted — harassed — by an array of weeping minions and an assortment of overprivileged pricks. Harry’s bloody portraits are being harassed — courted — by, well, an assortment of things Harry doesn’t even want to think about. Harry’s had a long week already and so far, his weekend’s not looking much better. At least he can say with certainty there's no place like home... ❤️ Read on Dreamwidth

📜 Last Offices by tackytiger Rated:  Mature Words:  6737 Tags: Major Character Death, Character Death, Blood and Injury, Memories, Unhappy Ending, Wakes & Funerals, Falling In Love, Sad Harry Potter, Preparation of a body for burial, Non-Linear Narrative, Flashbacks, Getting Together, Grief/Mourning, Happy Memories Summary:  It didn't seem fair that Malfoy was dead, and Harry was supposed to just keep on living without him. He had lost enough people to know that he probably would keep on going—his stubborn heart was still beating, after all, even though it felt like it was going to break. But first, he had to get through the laying out of the dead—those old Pureblood funeral rites—even if every time he touched Malfoy's too-cold body, he was reminded of how things used to be, and how things might have been. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Love Is by xErised Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  26529 Tags: Emotional Roller Coaster, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Post-Hogwarts Summary:  Aurors Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are presumed dead during a mission gone wrong. Their partners — Draco and a pregnant Hermione — refuse to believe that they're gone, even after a year of their absence. A tale of loss, longing and love, with a happy ending. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Making A List and Checking It Twice by blithelybonny Rated:  Explicit Words:  20758 Tags: Porn with some plot, Established Relationship, Kink Exploration, Kink Negotiation, Dom/sub, Making Out, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Spanking, Frottage, Rimming, Sex Toys, Butt Plugs, Subdrop, Aftercare, Bathing/Washing Summary:  ON HIATUS - WILL BE COMPLETED -- A life-changing event is headed Draco and Harry's way - what better way to celebrate than by checking a few things off the old sexual bucket list? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Dreams That You Dare to Dream Really Do Come True by Drarrelie Rated:  Explicit Words:  11751 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Established Relationship, The Burrow (Harry Potter), Birthday, Harry Potter's Birthday, Birthday Party, Birthday Presents, Birthday Sex, Birthday Smut, Sexual Fantasy, Sex Toys, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Secret use of sex toys in public, Internalised Kink Shame, Praise Kink, Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings, Fluff, Light Dom/sub, Dom Harry Potter, Sub Draco Malfoy, Top Harry Potter, Power Bottom Draco Malfoy, POV Harry Potter, Don't copy to another site, Fanart Welcome, Podfic Welcome Summary:  Today, Draco’s new boyfriend turns nineteen and the annoying tosser has refused to present a wish list. It’s not Draco’s fault if he felt compelled to get a little creative, right? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Up the Duff by CorvetteClaire Rated:  Explicit Words:  86755 Tags: Mpreg, Magical Pregnancy, Fluff, Smut, Light Angst, Wizengamot, Unspeakables (Harry Potter), Snarky Malfoy-style Humor, Snarky Draco Malfoy, Harry's Thing with Walls, Adorable Toddlers, Pregnant Draco, Protective Harry, Desperate Malfoys Summary:  Draco Potter is hugely pregnant and (much to his surprise) enjoying himself. He loves having Harry fuss over him and looks forward to adding another Potter to their little family. Unfortunately for Draco, his parents have found out about their impending grandchild and have no intention of letting him separate them from this child, as he did from Bob (Felix). Their attempts to force their way into Draco's life may bring down even greater troubles on his head when the wizarding world at large finds out that Draco Potter, née Malfoy is up the duff! Or The fic that answers the burning questions... How many servings of McDonald's french fries can a pregnant wizard eat in a single day? Just how adorable and persuasive can a quarter-Veela toddler get before his fathers sell him to the Goblins? Is it possible to conceal a pregnant belly the size of a Hogwarts carriage under a glamour? What could be more ruthless and dangerous than Malfoys in need of an heir? Will Harry and Draco ever agree on a name for their child? Are girls really easier (and will our heroes ever find out)? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 what the body wants is coolness by lastontheboat Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  13428 Tags: Day At The Beach, Established Relationship, First Time in Public, draco overthinks things, harry is affectionate, Beach Quidditch, no smut just fade to black, HP Drizzle Fest 2020, Community: hp_drizzle, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Summary:  "Are you done primping yourself yet?" Draco asked, feeling mulish. "We can still meet your friends on time if we leave now, but we'll have to walk quickly." Harry rolled his eyes. "It's a beach day, Draco," he said patiently. "Not a pureblood society event." "Yes, well, not all of us have the goodwill of the rest of the wizarding world to fall back on when we commit acts of social barbarism." ~~~ Draco and Harry have been seeing each other for months, and Harry decides the best way to tell their friends is to bring Draco to a group beach outing. Draco's given up enumerating all the ways this plan could go wrong. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A Memorable Speech by Samunderthelights Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  1300 Tags: Drarropoly: A Drarry Game/Fest, Drarry, Fluff, Silly, Weddings, Established Relationship, Short & Sweet, Don't copy to another site Summary:  Harry is asked to give a speech at Teddy's wedding, but when he gets flustered, it becomes a speech the wedding guests will remember for a long time. ❤️ Read on AO3

#established couple #established relationship #drarry #drarry recs #game of drarry #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

[arcadianstuff]

“School rivals”

Douxie and (y/n) have hated each other since the moment they met for reasons unknown to the other. Now your arch nemesis has entered your school and you want to find out why.

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“So (y/n) can I catch a ride to school ?” Your younger brother Jim asked you giving you a pleading look.

In response you let out a short laugh before stopping and giving him a cold stare.

“Um no.”

With a swish of your hair you turned around and headed out the door calling up to your mum Barbara that you’d be home late after soccer practice. Annoyed at you, Jim through a pillow at your head as you made your way out of the door, only marginally missing you.

“Only six months till the end of senior year and I’m out of this place.” Swinging your leg over the side of your motorcycle you grumbled to yourself, envisioning the freedom you’d have once you left the confines of the tiny town you’d always lived in.

A dreamer and adventurer at heart, you’d always dreamed of leaving your hometown for something bigger and better; an adventure awaited you, you could feel it.

On your motorcycle it only took like ten minutes to get to school and the sight of Arcadia Oaks High only dampened your mood. Sure you had good friends, were captain of the girls soccer team and had been Spring Fling Queen back in the day but you had a serious case of Senioritis.

At least you had your motorcycle to bring some excitement into your life. Yes your mum had a heart attack when she sure you riding it back home from the dealership you’d bought it from, but after much persuasion and a presentation showing how safe it was, stastitsics etc your mum caved. Only on the condition that you wore the most expensive and protective helmet that you could find.

“Yay....school....” Grumbling more, you locked your motorcycle up in front, ignoring the flirty looks you got from Steve, a boy in your brothers year at school who had a bit of a puppy crush on you.

“Looking good (y/n). Sweet ride.” With a wink Steve whistled your way only causing you to roll your eyed at his childish flirting.

“Morning to you to Steve.” With a stale good morning you marched past him, helmet in hand as you entered the busy school.

“Morning Señor Uhl.” You greeted your Spanish teacher as he walked past you down the hall, who in return smiled and said:

“Buenas días miss (l/n). You did very well on your Spanish mid term, A*. If only your younger brother good do as well.” Your Spanish teacher praised, before walking down the corridor again, shooting a glare at your brother who’d just entered the school woth Toby and Claire flanking him.

“Pshh (y/n) this and (y/n) that. Can’t catch a break.” A frown passed his face as he mumbled to himself having heard Señor Uhl’s comment.

Jim watched as you walked away, smiling at your friends who greeted you. People in this school treated you like royalty. With perfect grades, a talent for soccer and overall a nice fun personality you were beloved here. Yet nobody knew how much you wanted to leave, how unhappy you really were in your tiny town.

“Cheer up Jimbo. At least you aren’t sick like Claire.” Beside him Toby tried to cheer his best friend up, who smiled begrudgingly before turning his attention back onto Claire, who looked very pale and ill.

Outside in the sunlight the courtyard looked quite pretty, light filtering through the trees and splashing across the ground. As you made your way over to your locker you couldn’t help but notice the commotion coming from a group of girls, who were huddled in a semi circle around something....or someone ?

“Huh wonder what’s going on...” Curious and a bit bored you grabbed your books from your locker, swinging it shut before walking over.

You weren’t the only one who’d noticed, Jim and Toby too were also watching the swarm of girls, Jim specifically was staring at Claire who’d been dragged over by Mary. Unlike the lot of girls who were giggling and talking excitedly, you were less than impressed to see the one and only Douxie Casperan standing among them.

“Oh brother....” you thought to yourself as Claire dropped her books by accident in front of Douxie who lent down to pick them up, flirting then ensuing.

“C bomb is it ? Consider me blown away because you are nuclear.” With a flirtatious look, Douxie continued to make Claire giggle at his flirting who in turn turned a rosy pink.

“Very original Casperan.” You’re snarky comment broke their little moment, drawing Douxie’s attention to you.

“Oh it’s you (y/n) nice to see your as lovely as ever darling.” He winked at the end of his comment, pleased with the way the expression on your face soured with annoyance.

“Sad to say I can’t say the same for you. What are you doing here ? You don’t go to our school.” Your time was harsher now, colder and the girls around you could sense the growing tension, deciding it was safer to back up. Except for Mary of course who was living the drama unfolding before her.

Your brother, both annoyed at Douxie for flirting with his girlfriend and worried about you starting a fight made his way over slinging his arm around Claire protectively.

“I would also like to know what brings you to our humble school ? And what it will take to send you back.” Jim pushed a little at Douxie’s chest just a warning but enough to get the message across that he wasn’t welcome here.

Ignroning you now, Douxie paid attention to your brother and Claire, chatting about some band competition he wanted more people to enter and about his amazing band what was it called ? Astrol Dispersal pattern ? The hell type of name is that.

“Pshhh sure sounds lame. Always trying to impress the girls with your music.” Your comment brought Douxie’s and the others attention back onto you.

Raising an eyebrow in both amusement and slight annoyance Douxie smirked down at you, enjoying the way you looked when you were being defiant and sasssy.

“If I remember correctly love, you used to be one of those girls.” His comment sent a chorus of ‘ooooooo’s through the crowd of girls around you, who quickly scattered upon seeing you glaring at them. People at the school knew not to mess with you when you got mad.

“Please like I’d ever be caught listening to your music. You’ve got nothing on Papa Skull.”

The two of you were squaring up now, standing a little bit closer and entering into an intense glaring match. Claire and Jim watched, a little worried now about what may unfold. Jim especially did not like the way Douxie was flirting with his older sister.

Unaware of the tense situation, Darcie, another girl in your brothers year, rushed over to you guys. Giggling excitedly at Claire.

“Claire we should totally enter !” In excitement she shook Claire slightly, joined by Mary who also exclaimed:

“Yeah we could be a cover band. Call ourselves umm... mama skull !!”

The girls shrieked and giggled, the prospect of performing and playing covers of one of their favourite bands exciting them. It made you smile to see them happy about it, remembering the good old days of being in sophmore year.

However Jim’s obvious jealousy dampened the mood and it made you smile more to see that your brother too shared a distaste for Douxie Casperan.

“Yeah I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I mean it’s the end of the school year and we are already pretty overbooked.” Placing emphasis on the word “overbooked” Jim snatched away the band battle pamphlet from Claire, hoping to discourage the girls.

In retaliation howeverClaire just snatched the flyer back, smiling excitedly and saying

“Well a friend of mine said I needed a little extra balance in my life. We’ll do it.”

You raised an eyebrow at the strange way the pair were talking, clearly they were hiding something and being very vague about what the said. You’d known something was up with brother since the beginning of the school year, but had never been able to place your finger on it. Besides you were busy with choosing a college, a major and your last year of soccer as team captain.

“Well I hope to see you there soon. Fair Claire.” Douxie’s flirtatious nickname for Claire made you roll your eyes and also internally barf a little.

Whilst the sophomores walked away, Jim sending one last glare to Douxie and not particularly liking how close he was standing to you, you remained in the courtyard with Douxie as it started to quietened down as students made their way to home room.

“She’d like sixteen dude. And also has a boyfriend.” Grossed out a little you pointed a finger at Douxie as you spoke, who only chuckled in return.

“It’s just some harmless flirting I swear. Anyways another girls caught my eye.” Again he winked at you and to your horror you felt your cheeks turning pink.

‘Fudgeknuckles’ you thought to yourself as you suddnetly became aware of how close the pair of you were standing to each other.

“Uhuh well send my condolences to the unlucky girl.” Sassing back, you laughed a little at the scowl that crossed his features, enjoying his annoyance thoroughly.

“I’ve gotten how much of a pain in the ass you can be.” He face palmed recalling how annoying you’d been upon past interactions, like working together in the cafe or running into each other in town.

“Well I’ve enjoyed the peace and quiet not having to see your ugly punk face everyday.” The pair of you now were only a mere inches apart, glaring at each other with a mixture of hatred and something else....

It was a shame the two of you didn’t get along but it was only natural really. Considering what you truly were it was no wonder he hated you, you on the other hand had no clue why he was so aggressive towards you. One day you’d met after a soccer match against Aracadia Oaks Academy. It was your first game and you’d won so you were riding a high of happiness and adrenaline which had quickly come crashing down when you’d quite literally crashed into the wizard on your way out of the changing rooms.

He’d sensed it from the moment he’d met you. The dark magic that flooded your veins. It reminded him of a sorceress he wished he could forget, somebody who’d ruined so much for him and hurt people he held close. Morgana La Fay. However you on the other hand didn’t seem to sense a thing, it was like you didn’t know you were magic. And quite quickly he’d realised you didn’t have a clue, and that naivety annoyed him. It also annoyed him that he found you beautiful and funny and smart. At first he’d chalked it up to a spell or curse but quickly realised sadly it was teenage hormones. Perks of being stuck at the age of 19 for hundreds of years.

“(L/n) !! You have soccer practice first period ! What are you doing with that boy?!” The thunderous tells of coach Lawrence sent you flying in the air out of shock and fear. Both you and Douxie quickly jumped apart, fear on both your faces as Coach Lawrence yelled at you from the doorway to the languages block.

“Umm nothing Coach. He was ummm...ummm here about a match between Arcadia Oaks high and Arcadia Oaks Academy..yeah umm he says we should play a friendly next Monday !” You quickly yelled back, fearing coach Lawrence would see through your lie.

However you appeared to be in the clear, as a relived look crossed the Coach’s face.

“Oh well okay then.....But shouldn’t you be practicing on the field then !” Just as you thought we calm he started yelling again and you quickly scampered away, running towards coach to head to the field.

Behind you Douxie finally snapped out of his fearful state, having been spooked by Coach’s sudden appearance. He watched you run back into your school, not missing the wink and small wave you sent his way as you disappeared behind the door.

“She’s really something...” A love struck expression made its way across Douxie’s face as thought about how close the two of you had been, the smell of your perfume and the cute way your nose crinkled when you got angry.

Regardless of the magic coursing through your veins and the hatred the pair of you shared for each other it was clear there was something more between the two of you.

#toa douxie #toa wizards #toa #troll hunters #trollhunters #douxie x reader #douxie #hisirdoux casperan x reader #hisirdoux casperan

[nataliedanovelist]

(I did not draw this, my friend, @missinspi, drew this for me) (https://www.deviantart.com/missinspi)

Wanna read fics with this OC in it?

For a fic close to canon Gravity Falls (season 3?), read this.

For an AU about Stan and Ford getting a new neighbor at seven-years-old, read this.

Miscellaneous Oc Asks

@cityandking created a (relatively short) list of random, weird, hopefully interesting OC asks. Feel free to specify a character or just send a couple of questions, and then share it around!

What six CD’s would your OC keep in their car? Is it just a taste/preference thing, or do any of them have particular significance? I can’t think of any particular CDs, but as far as artists go... Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, Queen (or in the Gravity Falls world, the band called King), ACDC, a disk full of instrumental piano music, and a Dolly Parton CD her friend Madeline Ingrid probably gave her.

What does your OC smell like? What does your OC wish they smelled like? Coconut butter, japanese cherry-blossom perfume, and occasionally disinfectant (she works at a hospital). She tried every hard to smell nice, as most women do, and if she feels like work is ruining that, she might use her favorite “stress relief” lotion to help overpower the smells of rubber gloves and baby spit up.

How aesthetically-oriented is your OC in their clothing? Their living space? Their general presentation? If their look™ is mismatched, is that on purpose? Hephzie has a plain, easy-to-follow fashion sense: blue-jeans with t-shirts for casual events, jeans with blouses for nicer days, and occasionally a sweater for the winter. She also has a small love for boys’ clothes; she won’t shy away from mens’ t-shirts or button-ups if they feel nice and look OK. Her living space is relatively tidy (having grown up with grandparents who needed clean floors to avoid falling) but she’s not a clean freak. Her living space is very artsy and mitch-match, having friends all over the world and she loves learning about different cultures. She might have a rug from India by her bed, but a quilt from Ireland on her bed and a small statue from Hawaii on her dresser. With a bunch of hand-me-downs and mis-match tastes, her overall aesthetic is old and comfort.

What one word would you use to describe your OC’s vibe? Chill.

What’s one mundane thing that would throw them off-kilter? Why? Nuclear families. She grew up with her Grandma and Grandpa on her mother’s side. She never knew her father and her mother abandoned her at a hospital, not even waiting to see what would happen to Hephzie. So Hephzie values family very much, but she sees no reason why blood should be the most important factor in the definition in “family”. The idea of a “normal” family, one with two parents who are married and in love, siblings, and occasionally cousins and aunts and uncles, is like a dream to her. It’s nice, but not for her.

What kind of AU is your OC best suited to? What kind of AU would be the worst? Is there any AU that would be, objectively, just really funny? Hephzie is in 2 AUs: one pretty close to canon Gravity Falls, and one in which she grows up as neighbors to Stan and Ford. Both AUs are very interesting and I love seeing how she responds to each scenario, but I think the more “tragic” of the two is the canon-like one. I’ve toyed with an AU of her becoming a singer and I can see it going either two ways: either she crumbles under the pressure and gets into drugs and overdoses, or she flourishes and uses her money and power for good, like feeding the hungry and helping the homeless find homes.

If your OC could pick a different name, title, or pseudonym for themself, what would they pick? Why? Have they ever been given an alternate name/title, and how do they feel about it? Well, her birth name is Alicia-Sarah Hephzibah Fisher Cece, but she HATES the name Alicia-Sarah and only goes by Hephzibah/Hephzie. In one AU, she legally “fixes” her name.

If your OC were playing D&D, what would their race and class be? What backstory tragedy™ would they give their character? Does that reflect their own life in any way? Be honest. Okay, because a certain extra-special person in her life loves D,D, & More D, she plays, too. She’s an woodland elf, a healer, and has very little interest in her character, but she likes the storytelling and the praise she gets if she manages to heal a wizard with pointy-ears and fluffy brown hair named Rokuro the Righteous.

Star Wars or Star Trek? A certain boyfriend of hers likes Star Trek better, but she likes Star Wars better. It’s been a bitter rival since the beginning of time.

If your OC is from a fantasy world, where in the real world would they come from? If your OC is from our world, which fantasy world would they most want to live in? Bonus: Would you ever write/RP them in that world? Hephzie grew up on Irish folktales (her grandmother’s family is from there), so she would love to meet færies and see magic and meet a selkie. Screw being a mermaid, she wanted to be a selkie! And... no, don’t expect a fic about this.

What plant, animal, and color does your OC feel like today? A Venus Flytrap, a mongoose, and the color dark-green. It’s been a rough day but she’s keeping a level head.

If your OC were a superhero, how flashy would their costume be? Also, what would their superpower be? Does this go with their costume at all, or are they all about fashion? #Can’tFightCrimeIfYouAin’tCute Well... in the canon-like AU, she’s kinda a superhero already, so... think something like a knight’s armor on the arms and legs with a maroon cape. Power would be healing, but she can also fight hella well with a sword and bow-and-arrows. And she’s never cared about looking good, she just wants to survive the war...

Does your OC thrift? Buy designer? Where would they shop irl? GOODWILL FOR THE WIN!!! She and her friends called it “treasure hunting” in high-school and it stuck. She loves it, and when a certain somebody came out with a song about it, she was livid (even if she was fifty-something years old).

Is your OC superstitious? If so, what superstitions do they believe? If not, what do they think of superstitious people? She’s constantly around the supernatural and abnormal... and loves it. She thrives off of what is different. So, superstitious?... Hm, she isn’t paranoid or afraid; she welcomes it with open arms.

Is your OC religious? Do they want to be? Have they ever been at some time in the past? How complicated is their relationships with worship/the gods/the church/etc? Her grandparents took her to church growing up and she loved the music. Her grandmother was the choir director and her grandfather played the piano, and she had “the voice of an angel”, so she happily sang in church, but she kinda stopped going to church when she went to college, but if you ask her she’ll tell you she’s a Christian. She says it just makes sense to believe in a god; there’s too much that science can’t explain. She also likes studying Buddhism, Islam, and Judaism to learn more about other people and cultures.

Hardwood, tile, or carpet? Hardwood. But she will NEVER say no to a fluffy rug.

What’s their go-to parlor trick? Are they actually that good at it, or do they just enjoy it? Do people tell them they’re good, even if they aren’t? How do they handle criticism? I can’t really think of a good parlor trick. She has a lot of talents she keeps on the down, like singing and stand-up comedy (don’t ask). On another note, she takes criticism overall pretty well.

If your OC could request one boon from a god, what would it be? The extermination of a certain three-sided demon.

Favorite comfort food? Do they enjoy junk food or are they more of a foodie? Can they cook? What’s their favorite thing to cook? OREOS are HERS! DON’T TOUCH THEM UNLESS YOU WANNA LOSE A HAND! She also secretly loves watermelon (doesn’t like to tell people this) and her comfort food is either hot tea or hot chocolate. Something to warm her hands. And no, she can’t cook; she burns everything. EXCEPT, she can brew coffee and she’s a pretty good barista (was one during college).

Any major theme(s) or conflict(s) in your OC’s life? How have they dealt with that? Are they aware of it, or do they ignore it? Did you design them with such theme(s)/conflict(s) in mind, or did they evolve naturally? Loyalty is a huge one for her. I think so many people have forgotten what it means to be a true friend and what real loyalty looks like. You’re willing to go far and wide for the people you care about because you want to, because you get fulfillment out of doing the right thing. Hephzie will have your back, no matter what. She doesn’t care what race, background, gender, sexuality, religion, she doesn’t give a shit. If you’ve got her, you’ve got a loyal friend. IOne thing she struggled with - and is only semi-aware of it - is loneliness. She finds it suffocating. It’s slight PTSD from losing so much in her life, and she’s not terribly clingy, but she’ll wallow about it and sink into depression if she feels abandoned or alone. She NEEDS that reassurance that she is not a freak and not alone and that SOMEONE would care if one day she was gone. This evolved naturally when shaping her backstory and realising it needed to have realistic consequences.

If they could steal one major piece of art with no consequences, what would it be and why? Bonus: how would they pull off the heist? Anything Bob Ross. Loves that guy. And she’d probably just recrute Stan to help her with either blackmail or her “Please, for me?” line.

Now it’s YOUR turn!

#gravity falls #oc #hephzie cece #ford pines #stan pines

[fluffyballme]

Garden

Let's put this in their second year, because we all know they are school sweethearts

It was sunday and spring just started which means Neville will be there to see his beautiful flowers grow

He dressed fast and eated faster and if Harry wasn't staring at Draco he would be suprised of why is he hurrying so much

But Hermione explained him (because she is good friend and remembers when her firends talks about something they love) as she continued reading book

And so he made it to green house just in time and oh god he could already see small flowers growing! Spring is-

There was anoder boy, at his flowers, smelling them and talking to them- what is going on?

,,Umm sorry uh.. who are you?"

,,Theodore Nott"

He was Slytherin, he heard about him

He was different from other Slytherins Neville met, he was much more caring than other Slytherins, he heard about him because kids weren't so nice so they talked behinde his backs mean stuff about "how he could be Slytherin when he should be Hufflepuff!" and other mean things he doesn't even want to remember

And that boy- Theodore made him feel.. weird

He had small curls at end of his hair, like really small, he smiled to him- he also had most beautiful smile ever and his eyes, god his eyes

,,I am sorry I just wanted to see these flowers-" he started to explain himself and why he is here but just stopped, ,,I am sorry, I will leave if I am making toruble"

He apologised and wanted to leave but Neville couldn't let him leave

,,No! Uh I mean, no you can stay, I mean I have nothing against you here because this is school's and everybody is welcome- I am sorry, I am talking to much"

And Theodore laughed and Neville felt like he could die instantly, his laugh was soo cute that it made Neville blush and amile softly

,,How is this plant called?"

,,Leaping Toadstools"

,,Oh and that?!"

,,Mimbulus mimbletonia"

,,And that! What's that? It looks soo beautiful!"

,,Uhh it's just Narcissus."

,,Oh.."

Neville just couldn't help but smile/blush whole time Theodore was asking him

And from that moment they just somehow started to hang more and more, it just happened

It started as hang outs in green house and then as learning sessions, walking around halls together and even eating together

Sometimes if day was bad other would take food from great hall for both and would sit on wall eating silently enjoying each others company

They became inseaprable

And finally in 4th year Neville got courage to ask him out

Both never realised they were falling in love but they were, hard

Theo blushed hard when Neville (finally) asked him out

And Neville was so stupid because he thought Theo would reject him- quoting Theo Nott's words!

On their first date Neville was a little late and he got good reason, he was picking narcissa's for Theo because now Neville made plan, from now on till rest of his life he will give Theo one narcissa after he got from work (not that he was so madly in love that he was already planing marrying Theo and spending rest of his life with him, certanly not!)

Theo blushed when Neville explained why he was late

But loved Neville even more because of how caring and sweet person he is

And so they dated, at first it was awkward for both because they were also each other's best friends but what they felt wasn't friendly, it was more than friendly feelings

They were school sweethearts, both socialy awkward to show it in public but alone they couldn't get enough of each other

And then everything started

(Theo for every Neville's birthday sended him present and one narcissus in sign of love)

Dark Lord is back.

Death Eaters were called and Neville not knowing Theo's family were Death Eaters, talked about how he joined Dumbledore's Amry and he should too! He praised everything against Dark Lord and Theo agreed , he hated Dark Lord and loved his family

Neville was always caring boyfriend and he will stay one forever, but it was just he never noticed Theo being off, he never noticed Theo being forced into being Death Eater

And so war started and everybody had their side; one heart broken in two peices, both good but teared into something more than themselves

But Theo decided he couldn't do it

So he ran and ran and ran

He run to try to find Neville, he wanted him, needed his soft hugs, softer kisses and his calming voice telling him everything's gonna be fine

He found him just before fight started, Neville was preparing for fight all tensed

He noticed Theo and he wanted nothing more than run to him and give him biggest hug ever, but he can't, he couldn't

He ignored him and Theo's poor heart broken every time more and more until he screamed on top of his lungs at Neville making him listen

He explained that he (and Draco, Blaise and Pansy and half of Slytherins) were forced into becoming Death Eaters because of their pureblood families, he apologised for not telling him, for just running away from him, for everything he could

And Neville kissed him hard and pssionate- he never kissed him like this unless they were having small make out sessions-

That was last time Theo saw him (he had to defent Hogwarts) and so did Theo, this was his true home

He stood next to Draco and Blaise looking at Harry's dead face and crazy lunatic of wizard being happy over finally killing a teenager

Draco screamed on top of his lungs when he saw Harry's dead body in Hagrids amrs

They all fought together, side by side

They all sat down in circle next to each other cuddiling still in shock

He was in Neville's conforting arms, everything was already better

(everyone spend their summer in Grimudal place taking care of each other, it was better with company)

Eight year came and every student got job help rebuilding Hogwarts

Neville got to rebuild Green house with Theo and planting plants, drawing on pots, cleaning mess and making new furniture for Green house was Neville's best dream ever and he wish never to wake up

,,Neville, look! Narcissus are growing, who planted them?"

,,I did- uh that's our flower so I had to, you know plant that one too ove-" he was cut off by Theo kisssig him with biggest smile on his face

_

It was hot summer day, it just fited for late July weather. In early morning was still cold and little foggy but at 12 it already started to brun, afternoon was kind of better but only from 5 and then night falls and it was once more colder.

Neville was just sitting on ground in garden, it was around 6pm and he was enjoying in shade that house made while slight wind was making perfect shade for Neville to take care of his plants.

It was late July, to be more precise it was 30th of July Neville's birthday. Whole day owls were just flying in and out of their house bringing birthday cards sending him best wishes, much love and even more happines and of course teasing how old he is now. All of them made him happy and he loved every single one of his friends, he was luckiest man alive to have such great friends and even better husband- Theodore Nott, oops Theodore Longbottom.

Today Neville got to sleep late in morning, to be precise he woke up at 10am and there was already over 20 letters waiting for him to be opened. But also there was no sight of his husband, actually his husband went missing for whole day but Neville was sure he's doing something very important so he didn't want to bother but also that meant he would have whole day for himself to relax and enjoy on his birthday.

So he did. Whole day he waited for weather to cold down so he could go out and take care of his beautiful and big garden. And it finally cold down, it was perfect time to garden and drink tea or some cold drink in garden. So he made himself a cup of tea and put on table on balcony they had to cold down a little while he took his tools for garden and went in garden.

,,There you are!" Soon enough Neville heard so fimiliar voice behind him and he recognised it the second he heard his voice.

,,Oh there you are! I was now a little worried where are you whole day." Neville confessed as he was about to stand up to greet his husband but it was too late, Theo already kneeld down to kiss his beloved husband.

,,Yeah well I was searching for something special and it's of course for you." Theo said slightly moving away from Neville's comfrotable pressence to get what was in bag, ,,Here you go, new plant book! I knew yoy were searching for this for a long time and well I kinda pulled few strings to get it," Theo confessed and laughed to himself a little and he continued, ,,and how would this be your birthday without these," Theo suddenly pulled from his back beautiful white flowers; narcissus. ,,happy birthday love." Theo wished to Neville as he pulled him from kiss and smiled softly while he still conected their forheads together.

,,Thank you love." Neville thanked him as he smiled softly being blessed he has such husband, God was he lucky.

Im literally posting this in 23:15, but i was preparing for hospital im going in tomorrow so i didnt have time to finish this but whatever; happy birthday to one of my fav characters ever, he learned me that i can be who i am no matter how i look outisde its important who i am inside! So here it is for neville and he's lovely husband, happy birthday! <3

#happy birthday neville my sweetie #i love him sm :(( #also im literally posting this in like 23:15 soo #im always late #neville longbottom #neville x theo #theo nott #theville #hogwarts #hermione granger #draco malfoy #ron weasley #luna lovegood #ginny weasley #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #drarry #pansmione #blarion #linny #happy birthday #happy birthday neville longbottom

[lilydeerwrites]

A Muggle Studies Moment 3: Part 3. A Lily and Sirius Sidequest.

After dinner, Lily had owled her mum about the neighbor’s motorcycle. Mrs. Evans, still proud to have a witch in the family and well accustomed, for a Muggle mum, to sending post via owl, did not respond until two days later. In the interim, it seemed that Sirius might actually implode into a little ball of nothing. James did his best to keep him distracted with mischief, while Remus distracted him via ... other means, but the jittery excitement was always there, just under the surface. When the owl came, Mrs. Evans had indicated that she had spoken to the neighbor, who was over the moon at the idea of someone buying the thing and had priced it quite reasonably. Mrs. Evans had also told Lily to bring her friend over for dinner if they were going to come for the motorcycle, a little fact that had James burning with jealousy.

They were to wait for the next Hogsmeade weekend, and have their Saturday in Muggle London. James, Peter, and Remus had made plans to welcome their friends back by readying the shed at Potter Manor that Fleamont and Euphemia had gladly given their permission for their nearly-adopted son to use for his newfound project. The issue of money also had to be resolved. Leaving home had left Sirius cut off from most of his funds, except for the inheritance he had received from his Uncle Alphard. Those funds were now under the guardianship of the Potters until Sirius was of age, his blood family not being able to touch that money. Fleamont came to Hogwarts to take Sirius out for an early dinner after his classes ended on Friday, took him to Gringotts, and helped to arrange and explain the Muggle exchange rate. Lily had assured them both that should Sirius forget how Muggle money worked, she would make sure things went smoothly.

By Saturday morning, when the Marauders met Lily in the Common Room, Sirius was in the best mood of his life, and Lily was starting to wonder what on earth she was supposed to do with a ridiculously happy Sirius for half a day on their own. The most time she’d ever spent alone with him, he’d been hurt and half out of it, then recovering and trying to catch up on his school work. After that, he’d leaped straight back into mischief and Quidditch with James. He’d remarked a little too casually from time to time that Lily was his hero and that she’d saved his life, but she had always shushed his praise and told him he would have done the same.

Muggle London had always fascinated Sirius, but he had never been allowed to experience it. The few times he had managed to steal away to a Muggle music shop or convenience store, he had either had to hurry so much he hadn't been able to appreciate much, or he had gotten caught and been punished for associating with Muggles. He found Lily to be an excellent and entertaining guide. She stopped at a fast food kiosk so he could try an "American style" hot dog, and get some practice counting Muggle money out. He had the hot dog gone in three bites and fortunately, the vendor was from Eastern Europe and didn't find it odd that a boy with an English accent couldn't count his change out without assistance. He probably just thought Sirius was from Australia or New Zealand or something.

Still working on her own hot dog, Lily sat on a public bench and offered to share her chips. Boys her age seemed to be oddly bottomless pits where food was concerned, she had noticed. James and Sirius in particular seemed to burn off so much energy with Quidditch and generally high levels of activity that they could eat twice what any normal human being ought to and never gain a pound. He hesitated, clearly wanting the chips, but trying to be a gentleman and not steal her food. She sighed.

"I got extra for you, Sirius. I thought you might like to try more Muggle foods. Of course, now we'll have to pretend to be hungry for dinner so we don't hurt my mum's feelings."

He accepted the chips and smiled sheepishly. "I won't have to pretend. I'll be hungry again in about an hour. Remus said I was clearly eating for two and asked if there's anything I need to share with him. He said if I'm pregnant with alien babies, he'll help me raise them to be good, upstanding citizens of this planet. Then we got into this weird conversation about whether alien babies raised by gay wizards, one of whom is a werewolf, would be accepted at Hogwarts, and what to do with our alien kids if they turned out squibs."

Lily snorted inelegantly with laughter, picturing Remus' serious expression as he declared his willingness to help raise his boyfriend's alien babies with integrity. "He's as ridiculous as you and James."

"Merlin, I love him," Sirius sighed.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lily grabbed him in a spontaneous hug and squeezed. It took him a moment, but he returned the hug, his hand hesitantly patting her back.

"Lily? Everything all right?"

She let go of him and smiled. "Sorry, I was overwhelmed by how horribly sweet you two are on each other and I just wanted to show you that I'd like us to be actual friends, not just mutual friends of Remus who sometimes talk."

He smiled, a genuine, slightly shy smile that was so different than his usual smirks and grins that Lily caught a glimpse of how Remus must have seen him to fall for him so hard.

"I think I'd like that. And, now that we're friends, I feel I must inform you that James Potter has an enormous crush on you. Like ... it's huge."

"Bigger than his ego?"

The retort was automatic, but there was no real anger behind it, not anymore. And he could tell, the absolute wanker. He knew.

"Look, I'm not going to harass you about it. I know your opinions of James are founded in the reality of his complete lack of social graces where you are concerned, but ... you used to hate all of us, then you got to know Remus and became friends with him. I - I'd like to think getting to know me a little made you change your mind about me a bit. I know watching you treat Remus so kindly made me change my mind about you."

Her jaw dropped. "Me? What did you used to think of me?"

His eyes widened as he realized what he had said, and he immediately began to backpedal. "I mean, I didn't know you, not really. All I knew was that you were always mad at James, who is basically my brother, and so when he was upset by something you did or said, it didn't make me have a good opinion of - oh, bollocks! I'm making it worse! What I meant is that you were always with Snape and sticking up for him, and - and - "

"And you hate him, so you hated me too? Were you only not bullying me like you did him because James thought I was pretty?"

"No! It's more complicated that that. Please believe me."

He looked worried. Really worried. However upsetting it was to find out that someone you used to dislike actually disliked you as well, it was a moot point. She didn't dislike him any longer. She wanted to be his friend, and that meant that she needed to listen and communicate and not scare him half to death. She took a deep breath.

"I'm not mad. We're still friends. I was just surprised, that's all. It hadn't occurred to me to think about how you lot saw me, you know?"

His sigh of relief was immediate and noisy.

"I didn't mean to be insulting, Lily. I just - "

She raised an eyebrow expectantly. "Friends talk to each other. It's fine if we don't agree on some things, okay? What was the issue with you and Snape? Why do you hate him so much?"

If she hadn't been so curious, she would have felt badly for even asking. Her question seemed to suck the joy of impending motorcycle right out of him.

"I suppose it was mostly Regulus, for me. And a little bit James. You know what my insane family is like. Regulus is my brother and I love him, but James is the brother who chose me, you know? He looked past my family's pureblood bullshit and gave a shit about me. So, when Snape and James got into it, I was Team James. Then, when Reg came to Hogwarts and got into Slytherin, Snape saw him as a way to get back at me. He started filling his head with - with reasons why I wasn't someone he should care about. Reg gave him access to a lot of pureblood society, and suddenly he was hanging out with Mulciber and Malfoy and they started teaming up to help my family make me miserable. And James saw it and fought back for me, and then it was this awful cycle. Every time there was an altercation, Snape would spin it a certain way to Reg, and then he'd ignore me or worse, tell our parents. They never let me explain anything, never cared what really happened, just that I'd embarrassed them again, and then they'd  - "

She shushed him softly, rubbing his arm gently to reassure him that she understood, and he didn't need to say it. "And there I was, defending a person who directly led to you being hurt. I'm sorry for that. I really didn't know. I just hated to give up on someone who used to mean so much to me. Severus has it in him to be kind and sweet, but his fascination with the Dark Arts always worried me, and now it's carried him away from me. I'm so scared I'm going to find out that he's taken the Dark Mark. I miss his friendship, how he used to be, but I'm so mad at him for calling me ... that word, and thinking I'd be happy to be his exception to policy for hating Muggleborns."

Sirius winced sympathetically. "I worry about Reg taking the Mark too. When I was a little kid, before Hogwarts? I didn't know that word was bad. James told me. It's just what my parents always called people whose parents are Muggles. I had no idea it wasn't okay until I saw James' face when I said it. He pulled me aside and asked if that's how my parents talked at home. He knew how some pureblood families are and gave me the benefit of the doubt AND explained things to Remus and Pete so they wouldn't think I was some snobbish git."

Lily felt that now-familiar stirring of curiosity about who James Potter was to his friends and family. The picture painted by Remus was of a loyal friend who kept and defended his secret, and Sirius described a friend who became a brother who looked after him when his own had abandoned him. Her own view of James Potter had been colored by a friendship that was no longer viable and informed by a source who was no longer a reliable narrator. Yes, he was annoying when he constantly praised her and asked her out, but was his bravado simply that? A facade he wore to hide the depth of feelings that made him feel vulnerable and awkward? And, he had actually stopped, now that she thought about it. It had been a good long while since he had asked her out. He had complimented a few times, but it had mostly been about her academic accomplishments or if she had done or said something nice for or about one of his friends. She had grown and changed since the day she found out she was a witch, to finding out that Remus was a werewolf, to the moment she had realized that she was unwilling to continue to ignore Severus' views, to the moment she had discovered that Sirius wasn't who she had thought. Maybe James had gone through a similar path? She had stopped excusing Severus' increasing darkness, and maybe James had stopped constantly asking her out for similar reasons?

Aloud, she mused, "That makes sense. How were you to know if you were never allowed to associate with anyone to tell you otherwise?"

"It's still a poor excuse. I don't know how anyone could see how good you are at everything magical and not understand that you're every bit as magical as me!"

She ruffled his hair, ignoring his halfhearted protests not to mess it up. "That is my favorite thing about you, New Friend."

Still patting his glossy black hair back into place, he said, "My hair? I know, me too. It's pretty much perfect,"

"Don't be a vain git. You know what I meant. I like that you're not prejudiced. That you respect me and people like me."

"Firstly, I am a vain git. Ask James, Remus, or Pete. Secondly, my capacity for talking about my feelings is just about maxed for the week, and thirdly, I've been on the wrong end of a Lily-hex and a healthy dose of respect and fear is more than appropriate. I don't care that your parents are Muggles, especially not when you can do things with Charms that even Remus can't figure out."

She rolled her eyes at him, but she was smiling. No wonder Remus liked him so much. He was entertaining to say the very least. "Sorry I taxed your capacity for talking about your feelings. I appreciate you listening to me. I need to tell you one more thing. I - I don't know if my mum told my sister about us coming for dinner. Petunia hates magic, always calls me a freak, and ... well, I just wanted you to be prepared if she's an utter bitch. It's not personal."

Sirius stood from the bench and collected their trash, offering Lily a hand. "Believe me when I tell you that I get the whole sibling thing. I promise not to purposely provoke Petunia," he said, popping each "P" with purpose.

She giggled. "Promise?"

"Positively. Now. Motorcycle? Please?"

She laughed. "Yes, motorcycle. Come along. We've got a bus to catch!"

"Hey, Lily?"

"Yes?"

"You know who else likes to talk about their feelings?"

"Am I going to regret asking who that might be?"

“James. It's James. There's a bloke you won't wear out with that subject. Of course, I think about 75 percent of his feelings in some way pertain to you, but ... there you go."

#marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #fanfiction #fic #Harry Potter #Marauders #the marauders #marauders era #James Potter #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #peter pettigrew #Lily Evans

[obsoletesystem]

D&D Ask Meme

@wisdom-fangs​ asked me to do all the questions of this D&D ask post. So I did. 1. A favorite character you have played. I really like playing monstrous characters. Currently in Adventurers League, I play Frattek Venvaris, bugbear rogue/barbarian, who is a delightfully goofy character. But I also miss playing Bajur Mashoir, a very charismatic lizardfolk "voodoo" shaman, whose catchphrase was: "As you can see, I am an alligator, sir..." spoken in a thick southern brawl. 2. Your favorite character that someone else has played. During a one shot the guy that played an evil halfling warlock sacrificed himself to blow up the big bad with a block of dynamite. The true MVP. 3. Your favorite side quest. Idk. 4. Your current campaign. I DM a homebrew campaign, in which the party is stuck between sides in a war between the local Jarl and a fey duchess who has taken over a part of the woods. I also participate as a player in a slight homebrewed Salt Marsh campaign, in which I play a tiefling cleric of Pelor. She's got a Sad Backstory. 5. Favorite NPC. The Loathesome Gribble, an NPC in the game I DM, who is a very small tiefling sorcerer with an immense knife collection and a four-armed aasimar monk girlfriend. He is found in the most of unlikely places and his signature spell is "Gribble's Hand of Sand", which may or may be not magical, as it blinds a creature with sand, but the material component is just a handfull of coarse sand. 6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc). The druid in our home game charged into giant stag form at a huge burning construct (The Burning Man from Burning Man, but moving), missed his attack, upon which the Burning Man rolled nat 20's on BOTH ITS ATTACKS. No advantage, no nothing, just two straight 20's. He grabbed the stag by its antlers, turned its head 360 degrees, and dropped a flaming, mutilated dwarf to the ground. 7. Your favorite downtime activity. I always like to do something that tells a little bit about the culture of the creature I play. When I was on haitus because of school, I described how Frattek had spend some time with his little bugbear niece, and had just returned from a fun little war (seeing as bugbears love to fight). 8. Your favorite fight/encounter. We had to fight a vampire spawn in a dank, dark basement, but it was light outside, and Frattek is incredibly good at grappling creatures, so we dragged the vampire out from his basement into the sunlit street, and then made a run for it as we had broken into a house. 9. Your favorite thing about D&D. Coming together with friends and not drinking (a lot) or smoking weed. I like doing those things too, but it is also fun to just hang out and play games where heavy drinking is not really handy. 10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most. Dragons are the best, spellcasters are the worst. Spellcasting Dragons are the bees knees. My players, however, are going to hate a certain spellcaster very much. Once they find out... 11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play? Usually once a week, but I'd love to be able to balance twice a week. One day as player, one day as DM. 12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from. "Name and occupation, please" comes from when we played Pathfinder, and one of the characters died, but I didn't want to get rid of him yet or he was set up to be reincarnated or some shit idk. Anyway, his soul arrives in purgatory, which turns out to be this bureaucratic office, where he has to stand in line for a long, long time, before arriving at a booth/desk type situation, in which an Ophanim angel (one of them burning wheels full of eyes) floats that asks with a bored sigh "Name and occupation, please". The player answered, and was set up for reincarnation, which involved shooting his soul from a cannon/drop tube into the unborn baby of a local woman. The child grows up unnaturally quickly, and because it has the soul of a mature orc barbarian, it is more than a little trouble. Nephertheless, the "Name and occupation, please" gag remained forever. 13. Introduce your current party. My Homeboys, the Lords of Okab Volal, are Nazreen, a wood elf ranger who missed her wolf, played by @tabula-wasa​, Tophr Thanestone, the previously mentioned dwarf druid who was murdered by a giant flaming effigy and subsequently reincarnated/put into the body of a frost elf woman (something he hasn't come to terms with) played by our bearded friend Glenn, and Adelon Vrena, half-elf bard/cleric/divine soul sorcerer a.k.a. Healer Supreme, who is really righteous but not above torturing a captive githyanki, and played by Arnaud. The Schadestenen (meaning "Damage Stones", as in dice), which is the OG Adventurers League group in the Spellenhoorn in Hoorn, consist of Aiden Rainbowscale (Albino orphan wood-elf monk/barbarian), Fjorgyn (dwarven cleric of Moradin, who died last week and still suffered from the Death Curse. RIP.), Frattek Venvaris (Bugbear barbarian/arcane trickster and gladiator/luchador, played by me), Gideon Thornton (cowardly Half-Orc Hexblade), Grommash Hellscream (Stereotypical Half-Orc Barbarian. Great guy.), Ruldra (disgraced Hobgoblin undead-hunting Ranger), Cadence (Powerful but stupid Half-elf Grave Cleric/Divine Soul Sorcerer who never learned how to read), Ullr (Arnaud's Gloom Stalker and Human Machine Gun), and Darin (half-elf ranger and Master Of Backflip). The Peeps from Salt Marsh, DMed by the guy that plays Darin, in which Arnaud plays William Wisenose, The Awfully Lucky Halfling Build (halfling wizard/bard/whatever), Cadence's player plays Sylver Ravenstar (half-elf bard/hexblade/run away princess), her friend plays Samm Enoch (Aasimar Bard and Very Handsome Man), Aiden's player plays Ankis (Aasimar Celestial Warlock and very secretive about both these facts because Back Story), and his friend plays Vena Malum (Human Bloodhunter, who is really buff and does that swirly thing with her falchions, and oh my...), Grommash's player plays Morgain of Astora (human paladin of Pelor, and companion/boyfriend/substitute son to my character), and I play Paytsarra Avèry (winged tiefling cleric of Pelor). Praise the sun. 14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-ed. We had one party consisting of a drider, a very evil dwarf, a fire genasi, a gnome psychic, and a kenku ninja at one point. When the evil dwarf died, and I introduced the guy's new drow "medic", I knew I lost all cohesion of the group. 15. Do you have snacks during game times? My players do. I don't like snacks that much. 16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer? In person. I tried playing online, and I think I would do again, but only if I'd have a really good headset. 17. What are some house rules that your group has? In the Salt Marsh campaign you double the value of the dice on a crit, which I think is disappointing. I just wanna roll a lot of dice :( 18. Does your party keep any pets? @tabula-wasa​'s ranger has a dire wolf...somewhere...

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions? Not that I know of. I do know some of my dice seem to roll better than others. 20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing? I found a d&d character creation app on the web ages ago, and that sparked my interest. Later I joined a warhammer fantasy role play group with a friend I had been rp-ing online with a lot, but this was the real deal, at Arnaud's house. He dmed number of campaigns for us, and later he joined my pathfinder group which turned into a D&D 5th edition group. 21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done? Yeah. Frattek decided to be a hero and tried to assassinate an ogre torturer. He failed his shot. We had to fucking run. 22. What color was your first dragon? The first dragon I fought as a character was a young Red Dragon. Even at 5th level, we whooped its ass. He found himself in a cave, surrounded by fools, and we beat him to pulp. The first dragon I put in front of my players was a young White Dragon. It kicked their asses. 23. Do you use premade modules or original campaigns? I usually homebrew my own campaigns, but I have dmed some AL sessions. 24. How much planning/preparation do you do for a game? Not an incredible amount, but for my home game I prepare ideas months, even years, in advance. For DMs 25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for? A lot. The most notable was casting Dispel Magic on the demiplane-item the cultists were in... and then opening the demiplane underwater. 26. What was your favorite scene to write and show your characters. I had these zombies that always repeated the last thing they said before they died, which was cool and creepy. But the thing I really wrote out was the description of how an Astral Ship warps space around itself, and what that looks like from the people on the deck of the ship. 27. Do you allow homebrew content? If it's well written, absolutely, but there is a lot of shit out there. 28. How often do you use NPCs in a party? When it makes sense, but I try not to do that too often. 29. Do you prefer RP heavy sessions or combat sessions? I prefer RP sessions, but I am leaning more toward combat. On the other hand, I don't think it completely excludes each other nor should it. I am of the opinion that 30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos? Rather diplomatic, but they can definitely kick ass. For Players 31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race? I like casters, and I will always have an affinity for wizards, but arcane tricksters and eldritch knights are cool too. I like elves, and I like monstrous races; goblins, hobgoblins, bugbears. I like things that are pretty and scary, or creepy and goofy. 32. What role do you like to play the most? (Tank/healer/etc?) I usually mix a bit of tank and dps. I don't like being very frail, but I do enjoy doing a lot of damage in one shot. 33. How do you write your backstory, or do you even write a backstory? I tend to write a character from a concept, and then build out the backstory. How did this person become the person they are today? Even if you have something of a bugbear, or a hobgoblin, or a yuan-ti. They have had a childhood, they have role models, they have culture. But what is that? What defines a character? What makes them they way they are? I don't like playing monstrous races that have been adopted by a "better, nobler race" like humans and elves and dwarves. I get the appeal, but I also think it is a little trite, and a little condenscending, almost. I think a lot about what defines a monstrous identity, and being a Cultural Anthropologist, I think a lot about the way culture shapes the values and morality and thus also behaviour of a creature. Do hobgoblins tell their children bedtime stories? What are they about? How will a bugbear struggle in regular humanoid society, where his violent urges -natural to him- are equally, or even more excessively violently repressed and punished? Is this just for bugbears? Will they then look for each other, and find each other in their shared cultural/natural tendencies? Are there goblinoid lawyers or activist groups, that seek to protect other goblinoids from unjust treatment under laws that aren't theirs? How will your life be if you are a second or third or even fourth generation inhuman creature in a human society? Do they dream of returning to a society that is 'theirs'? And is there even such a thing? And if there is, will they actually fit in, or forever be an outcast, neither hob nor man? I tend to poke at such questions with my character backstories. 34. Do you tend pick weapons/spells for being useful or for flavor? Everything is useful, since everything is always situational. If you plan only for situations in which you are going to kill every living thing, then you shouldn't pick something like Rope Trick, or Magic Circle. But you do you. I very much dislike decoupling "flavour" from functionality. This is a game of make-belief, so everything you do is flavour. The mechanics are an abstraction of a fantastic reality, and though inherently important to the working of the game (without rules, it would merely be improvisation, which is also a kind of game, but schwa), it is all flavour. People that brag about how much average damage they can do with this or that specific build tire me. 35. How much roleplay do you like to do? All of the roleplay! But please let me punt goblins into the garbage sometimes!

[2wnikiangel]

Ask game

Rules: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people. Because I always feel I little bit nervous, when I need to tag people I like or follow, I would like to see answers of everyone who found this game interesting!

Tagged by @kasielartist. If you don’t know her, just go to check her awesome arts. She’s very talented and I think we will hear about her more in the future. And she’s very kind and modest. Just a precious. :)

Warning: I love writing, so everything you’ll read by me is pretty long. Not Sorry.

Nickname(s): My father started to call me “Niki” when I was 4 years old and I’m so used to it, that I practically like it more that my real name. Some of my friends likes to call me “Angel”, because I like to help people. That’s why my full nickname is Niki Angel. And yes, my older sister calls me “špunt”, that’s a czech slang for “very small person”.

Zodiac: Acording to Horoscope, I am -- creative (yes), passionate (kind of), generous (yes!), warm-hearted (yes!!), cheerful (yes!!!), humorous (trying but failing), arrogant (well, yes), stubborn (more than anyone around me), self-centered (nope), lazy (ooooh), inflexible (yes, and I hate it) -- a summer and Sun child, Leo.

Height: Something between dwarf, human and elf -- 1.55 cm.

Hogwarts house: Traits: dedication, hardworking, fairness, patience, kindness, tolerance, modesty, loyalty and produced the fewest Dark wizards of all the four Houses. Who I am? I’m Jean Valjean Hufflepuff! I remember how sad I was like a kid when everyone thinked about me like a stupid person, just because I was in the Hufflepuff. But, after some time, I wear our colors just proud as other houses. Because we have nothing to be ashamed of! Just look at the traits! That’s something what can change the world in the most positive way!

Last thing I googled: Keanu Reeves. It was because in Czech republic he isn’t so popular and everyone around tumblr and youtube are just so crazy about him that I wanted to know why. Now I know and I watched two films yesterday with him in lead role.

Fave musician(s): I FREAKING LOVE MUSIC. My taste it’s pretty diverse. I wrote only favorite of every gender of music I listen mostly everyday, because otherwise we would be there for more than a week. When you click at the name of the artist(s) you can hear my favorite song made by them.

Kpop: Ultimate favorite is “TVXQ”. It was my first Kpop band back in 2007, when I started to listening Kpop. Then I love “VIXX” (+ “Leo” / “Ravi” / “LR)”, “4Minute” (+ “HyunA” / “TripleH” / “Troublemaker”) and “KARD”. Others I like to listen everyday:

Girlband: “2NE1″ (+ “CL”), “AOA” (+ “Jimin”), “BLACKPINK”, “Brown Eyed Girls” (+ “GaIn”), “CLC”, “EXID”, “Girl’s Day”, “Girl’s Generation” (+ “Taeyeon”), “Miss A”, “Red Velvet”, “Secret” (+ “Hyoseong” / “Jieun”), “SISTAR” (+ “Hyolyn”), “Stellar”, “T-ARA”

Boyband: “100%”, “B.A.P” (+ “Yongguk & Zelo”), “B1A4″, “BEAST”, “Big Bang” (+ “G-dragon”), “Block B”, “BTOB”, “BTS” (+ “Rapmoster” / “Agust D”), “EXO”, “GOT7″, “iKON”, “INFINITE”, “JJCC”, “MBLAQ”, “MONSTA X”, “Nu’est”, “SHINee”, “SS501″, “Super Junior”, “U-Kiss”

Solo: “Ailee”, “BoA”, “DEAN”, “HOLAND”, “Hyoshin”, “Jessi”, “Sunmi”, “YEZI”

Rock / Alternative: Tie between “Panic! At the Disco” and “The Score”. Their music helped me on every exam on university and inspireted one of my biggest Les Mis fanfic project (I think it will be done next spring). Others: “8 graves”, “30 Second to the Mars”, “Billie Eilish”, “Against The Current”, “Coldplay”, “Disturbed”, “Evanescence”, “Fall Out Boy”, “Five Finger Death Punch”, “Get Scared”, “grandson”, “Hurts”, “Imagine Dragons”, “Linkin Park”, “MISSIO”, “Nine Inch Nails”, “One Republic”, “Set It Off”, “SIAMÉS”, “Starset”, “The Cab”, “Thousand Foot Krutch”, “The Neighbourhood”, “Twenty One Pilots“, “Digital Daggers”

Classic: Favorite is our composer “Bedřich Smetana” His Moldau is still one of my favorite piece of work. Then “Beethoven”, “Mozart”, “Vivaldi” and “Wagner”.

Cover: Because this talented people matters too! “Chase Holfelder”, “Nick Pitera”, “Peter Hollens” and “ZEK”.

And many, many, MANY soundtracks and instrumental music for games, films, series, original works, etc.

Following: Les Misérables and Ao no exorcist artists, writers and fans. Some psychology blogs too.

Followers: 10! And I really appreciate it. I’m still new to tumblr, not so active and my fanfiction writing is still on start. Hope, maybe after some years, I will have more thank to my works.

Song stuck in your head: “Imagine Dragons songs battle - Peter Hollens vs. Chase Holfelder”.

Amount of sleep: 2-4 hours per day. I’m so used to live under pressure, stress and lack of sleep, that’s is weird to sleep more than 4 hours. That sometimes happens on holidays, 1-2 times in year. And I seriously don’t remember how much sleep I’m getting. Maybe 8 or 9. Irony -- I love sleeping, but we have some love-hate relationship.

Lucky number: 13. Stuck with me from my middle school years.

Do you get asks: Actually - no. And I need you to know, that I’m absolutely okay with them. So if you want to ask something or just chat or you have problem and want to help, just messege me. I’m open to everyone.

What are you wearing: Red summer dress. (And, yes, I’m not one of the fashionable person you want to know.)

Dream job: Soldier! But... Well, I’m too small and not 100 % healthy so I must give up this dream when I was 14 years old and my doctor told me that I will never be a soldier. It was pretty hard for me back then, but I decided to work for police in Special Victims Unit with focus on sexual abuse on children. I’m slowly getting there thank to studying and hard work!

Instrument(s): I played piano profesionally for 10 years. I stopped after some time on highschool because I could no longer attend courses in my town. I can still play it, but don’t have piano or keyboard at home, so I sometimes play on train stations just for the nostalgy. BUT! I want to buy my favorite piano for 30. birthday. Hope I will save the money, I have 7 years for it. OH, and I can play some songs on quitar.

Language(s): Motherlanguage is czech, so is absolutely normal for me to understand slovak. I speak english, even thoughs I have C1 certificate, I’m nervous and can’t speak or write without shaking, sweating and making stupid mistakes. I learned german on middle and high school, but can’t say a shit practically anything in this freaking language. When someone ask me something in croatian, polish or russian, I mostly understand but I blame it on Slavic roots. And I’m learning french for 6 months now, because I always wanted to speak and understand this language.

Fav song(s): “Hurricane by 30 Second to the Mars”! Mentioned already in the “Favorite musician(s)” ask.

Aesthetic: piano sheets, coffee, blue color, literature, music, theather, optimistic thoughts, deep thoughts, dogs, family, friends, love... <3

Random fact(s): My lucky number is 13, so 13 random facts about me!

MY FAVORITE book is “The Picture of Dorian Gray”; musical is “The Phantom of the Opera”; anime is “Yu Yu Hakusho”; manga is “Ao no Exorcist”; film is “The Shawshank Redemption"; series is “Game of Thrones” but not the season 8; band is “TVXQ”; color is blue in any shade; season is autumn; dogbreed is “Czechoslovakian woldog” and icecream with flavour of citrone or pistachio.

My biggest dream it’s make everyone on this world happy, satisfied, loved and accepted.

I’m coffe AND tea person. I can’t choose what I love more!

I love cleaning the house while listening (and stupidly dancing and falsely singing) to music.

My life motto? “Freedom. Beauty. Truth. Love.” Bohemian all the way!

I’m pretty shy and don’t talk much at first. I like to be around people, don’t get me wrong, but mostly I’m a listener. That’s maybe why I love writing so much.

I already know what song will play at my funeral! It’s “Lacrimosa from Requiem by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart”.

I’m romantic! If you’re my parnert just prepare to be woke up with your favorite breakfast, we will watch your favorite series and talk about it all the time, I will plan our vacation just to make sure it will be unforgettable for you, I will buy your favorite perfume, I will DIY presents for you, I will respect and love you with all my heart, I will praise your work, I will learn about your hobbies and support them... Yeah, my friends call it’s “annoyingly submissive” but who cares? That’s just me.

Even thought what I wrote here (^8.) - I fall in love only one time in my whole life. It was 2 months after my 18. birthday. He was tall, black-haired cishet man, witty, inteligent, humourus, gently, ironic, sarcastic and beautiful human being. And he’s my boyfriend for 5 years now and we have awesome 1 year old daugher. 

I studied law and public administration in highschool and criminology on university. In Semptember this year (2019) I’ll start my master’s degree for public safety and 2 years long psychology practice. After this I’ll go to work and start my distance learning of psychology (A/N: 3 years for bachelor + 2 years for master + 4 years for doctor + 2 years of another practive - then exams and only AFTER ALL OF THIS you can become a psychiatrics with your own office! That’s why I wanted start studying this subject AFTER my police graduation).

I have emepthophobia - abnormal and very strong fear of throwing up. This is why I eat only things I know for long time (no raw meat, no sushi, no experimental cusaine); I don’t like eating at restaurants (I’m afraid that some guest can get nauseated and start throwing up); I don’t go to amusent parks and never was (and I'll never be!) on their attractions; I am abstinent (Don’t try to force, seriously); I don’t like to be around drunk people; I hate hospitals and doctors (even thought a deeply respect them, but try to get the tube into my mouth ONE MORE TIME AND WILL DESTROY ALL YOUR BLOODLINE) and I HATE films when they put throwing up like “comedic” aspect (mostly American comedies. That’s why I don’t watch them.). Actually, just writing it down makes me anxious because I imagine all the things I’m writing and it’s horrible... (I needed to stop writing, calm myself for like half a hour and even after this I didn’t wrote everything that I hate about this phobia).

I’m demisexual but still don’t see myself as a part of the LGBT+ comunity. Maybe because when I come out some friends of the comunity (namely gay, lesbian a trans female lesbian) they say that “demisexuality is nothing compare their fight for rights” and it’s “just another heterosexual made-up thing for which don’t want sex or want to judge others who love sex with no relationships including”. That’s why, when someone ask me why I support LGBT+ so much and have so many friends of them, I’m saying that I am a “Straight Ally”. Even though I know it’s not all the true (because I don’t identify myself like heterosexual at all), I just don’t fell I need to explain or “come out” like some others. I just live with it and I’m happy. To all demisexuals: Don’t ever think you are weird. You aren’t! You can fall in love. You can feel aroused. You can have fuctional relationship with no sex or sex including. You don’t need to have anyone to be happy. Just like have a family, child/children, husband/wife and be sometimes excited to be touched by your loved one(s). You can love or hate hugs. You can found someone attractive just INSIDE and be happy with it. Every demisexual it’s different. But still matters. Don’t ever think about to be ashemed by your sexuality. It’s your thing and NO ONE can’t say a shit about it.

Yeah, and I beat cancer when I was 17 by the way. And still not 100% healthy but living.

Thank for tagging and hope you found it interesting!

See you next time, maybe with my another Les Mis fanfiction!

#ask me #personal #me #sometimes it's good to open up #do it with the one you believe and trust #it's worth it #thank you all for reading

[myeffeddreams]

7/3/17 I had the most EPIC dream!!! It was the best, I want to go back there! Okay so again I was my super hero alter-ego Zapp, but I was in a Harry Potter/Skyrim/Overwatch/Diablo 3/Maplestory/fantasy-esque world.  I was a wizard/mage that could control certain harry potter spells if I remembered them (I couldn’t remember the light spell so I kept saying “alohomora” to turn lights on and off in this big boarding house, but when I woke up I realized that it was “lumos” and that’s not even how it’s used, lol).  I had this cool tiny ice wand thing from maple story that I could use to cast my spells and ice-and-lightning-mage powers from Diablo 3 - *I mostly used my ice powers as support for my team mates to freeze oncoming attackers/bandits while my team could deal damage to them and I could protect my team somewhat while I charged up my more powerful lightning attacks. There was this one part of the dream where I was surfing with some old surf dude on a huge wave and I though we were going to drown because I can’t surf and he was really old, but we washed up on shore and made it.  He looked like the Mayor from Drawn to Life (I have been watching so much Game Grumps lately...), and we washed up on a beach from Animal Crossing: Happy Home Designer.  That’s where we found this large old boarding house belonging to an old woman living by herself and it turned out she was this guy’s past lover.  They only come together again by fate, when fate wants them to, but they leave because they’re apparently bad for each other? idk.  So we hung out and partied (played music and danced by a fire while we ate her home cooking) for a few nights.  Suddenly the dream shifted so the 3 of us were 6 - the guy had a younger wife and some kids and I was a bystander - and they all decided to try living here peacefully, up in the dense, secluded mountains away from any civilization and their old lives.   THEN it suddenly became MANY people living in this boarding house and I had to help run it with my magic - keep snow and animals out, keep all the lights turned off when no one was using them, give everyone snacks and blankets, make sure food is rationed out, and everyone is in bed before the darkness creeps in at night and dangerous creepies come out to haunt everyone, especially the defenseless children and elderly.  There were only a few good fighters in this large group and I was one - still inexperienced at that.  During the night, I decided to test out my animal magic my turning into a fox and communicating with wildlife, but I failed miserably and ended up getting badly beaten and bitten by gophers (watched Caddyshack for the first time recently even though I owned a Caddyshack Gopher for most of my life as a child) and caiman(s?).  I turned back into a human and there was chunks taken out of my skin on my hand (that REALLY hurt in the dream! :O) but I healed quickly.  The next morning, I was talking to my boyfriend as if everything that had happened up to this point had been in a TV show and we were watching it all on a screen.  I look to him and whispered that the episode where the old woman dies is one of the hardest emotional episodes to watch, and he leans back and responds that that’s this one.  I’m back in the story and bandits break into the house and shoot the woman in the head.  We all screamed and cried and I had to defend the house (*see everything posted above about ice magic). After the bandits were defeated, it was up to me to go find a new place to live, so I left my team to stay and protect the camp and the house that we fought hard to protect while I went out on a mission to scout out a new place to live.  After the old woman died, it was revealed to me that we were spiritually connected and that I inherited her powers instantly upon her passing.  A chest unlocked and gave me a new weapon and some new gear to wear that previously belonged to her.  It gave me a new dark wand that could float on its own close to my hand and was basically designed exactly like Homura’s Soul Gem at the end of Madoka Magica: Rebellion. I was already a mage of basic spells, ice, lightning, animals, and light, but this new wand gave me new dark powers I was excited to unlock.  The chest also gave me some sweet new sexy armor that I don’t know how to describe well, but it was SO detailed and my dream made a big deal about it cause it was shining on me when I equipped it.  It was and ornately detailed blue-black-and-gold ensemble of different styles of armor, like this one cool design of Sailor Jupiter wearing samurai armor by artist Renareve (https://www.facebook.com/renareve/), and some kind of like... Wonder-Woman-but-not/space boots with thunderbolt details all over???  I wish I knew styles well enough to describe these. Anyway, I went back to the beach and there was a HUGE festival going on for MILES.  People partying on the sand, vendors everywhere selling food and merch, boats of all kinds in the water, people swimming next to all kinds of boats, streamers and party decorations posted everywhere!  It was a crazy fun time!  I had to look into the real estate of the houses that were on the beach itself, to see where would be the best for this group of mine. WHEN FREAKING SUDDENLY, AND THIS IS THE BEST PART OF THE DREAM, HAPPENS OUT OF NOWHERE, BAM!  It gets cloudy, stormy, and grey SUPER fast and I hear a voice in my head that weakens my knees and pulls me to the sand as I struggle and grab my ears.  A GIANT glowing THING begins to rise out of the ocean, and slowly I come to realize it’s an ancient white serpent sea dragon, cocooned in a light prison, locked by four different colors of light.  I have some kind of familiar companion with me that tells me to ditch my cool new swag because it was secretly evil and corrupted my soul and powers into awakening it from its slumber and the depths of the ocean.  I didn’t want to give them up because they were SO COOL!  But I had to in order to save the world, so I cast it all aside and lept into action!   Everything became an anime and we were fighting and there were blasts of energy being thrown from our bodies as we collided.  I summoned my dragon to fight him from the stormy clouds, LIGHTNING the blue storm dragon!  He roared and he began to clash with the ancient beast, both flinging around their ice-beam lasers from their mouths.  More heroes showed up to summon their dragons of all different types.  The ancient one was white with antlers and no wings, just had little arms and legs, and he was also the biggest; Lightning was blue with wings and muscles and was the 4th biggest, but he had the most muscle and was the fastest; there was a red one had a fluffy mane and mustache and was the 2nd biggest in length, could breathe fire, and also had no wings; there was a green one that was 3rd biggest in length and... was pretty much like the red one and idk what its special power was... being stretchy maybe?  And there was a yellow one that was the smallest, cutest, looked like a smaller Lightning, and had electricity powers.   The four dragons were too powerful for the ancient one to handle, not when they were all working together and ganging up on him to save the world.  Their elemental energy collided into him with such force that it sealed him back into his chamber of light and slowly he descended into the ocean to sleep for many more millennia.  After the battle, the dragon tamers greeted their dragons and praised them for their amazing job well-done.  Lightning flew back into the sky as he knows how much I love him already and he is a free dragon, so I greeted the yellow dragon, who turned back into a pikachu (because I had animal magic?) wearing a cute little cowboy costume!   ... and... then... I slowly woke up :c and I didn’t want to because that dream felt amazing to have.

#mydreams #dreams #harry potter #diablo 3 #maplestory #madoka magica rebellion #skyrim #animal crossing #caddyshack #drawn to life #homura akemi #pokemon #dragons #magic