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bittersweetcreep · 1 month

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My Vision Of A Female!Darling Damian Would Become Obsessed With {Origin and Meeting}

Origin Start

I see this darling as a lab experiment design to be the perfect weapon, although the way she was made was lack for a better word "unique." The scientist made her embryo with specific DNA traits then put her into a fertilization tank, and once out of said tank, a "caretaker" was assigned to her.

This "caretaker" was only allowed to provide the basic necessities an infant needs and was prohibited from interacting or showing affection to her. They don't want their weapon to become soft and emotionally attached to anyone, but the "caretaker's" main assignment was to get her to walk as soon as possible to begin training.

Her training was brutal and strict. She would receive severe punishments for failure or not meeting the scientists' expectations. One of said punishments was the removal of her vocal chords and purposely leaving behind a nasty scar has a reminder to do better. The training was beyond cruel but did have results.

She's mastered all 180 fighting styles and the art of stealth while also having enough strength to break bones, all while having the best reflexes to catch flying knives with her mouth and the agility to dodge flying bullets.

For the longest time, the scientists thought she had the power of teleportation, but that's not the case. In reality, she was just fast. Fast enough to stand in your eyesight one minute, then make a run for it when you blink the next, making it seem like teleportation for the one who blinked. Thank god for having the stamina to pull that off, and the scientist seemed to approve of that little party trick she could do.

She seems like the best weapon, but that wasn't enough for the scientist. They wanted the perfect weapon, so that's why they put metahuman traits in her DNA.

She's able to manipulate her own blood when it's in her body and when it's out of her body. She's also able to manipulate other's blood as well, but only if her blood is mixed in with the target's own blood. Be it the target's blood is in a puddle on the floor or physically infecting the blood that's still in their body herself via cuts, puncture wounds, shaping her blood to take the form of tiny needles at her fingertips to pierce whoever she touches.

Another way she can manipulate her blood is the changing of her own blood type, like changing it to AB+ to O-. So far, she's able to master the manipulation of all eight major blood types. She's also learned to copy someone's DNA via blood, be it the individual is dead or alive.

It was obvious she would lose a lot of blood when in a conflict. So, to prevent her from dying by blood loss, they made sure she produced more blood than the average human.

They truly did make the perfect weapon, but one thing they didn't expect was to be betrayed by that very weapon. Why the betrayal? She refuses to submit to those who don't have her respect and grown adult men who hide behind a small child while said child fights their battles? They're weak cowards, but sadly, she needs their training. So she'll play nice for now until they are of no use to her. their use ran out by the time she was 13. Her breach was a mess, and she was a mees. Her poor hair. 😢

Opening the doors of her "home," she's come to know her location. Gotham City, home to many criminals and the notorious Batman.

She had finally done it, she rid herself of those men and earned her freedom. Although she did it, she didn't think about what comes after that. She's come to realize that she could never function as anything other than a fighting machine because being a weapon has always been her purpose and if it wasn't for The Batman she would of been labeled a villain instead of vigilante.

The Batman is a strong individual with a high intellect and a skilled fighter with a moral code he never strays from. There was no way he wouldn't have earned her respect, and because he has her respect, she'll follow his example to strike fear into the hearts of criminals and bring them to justice by becoming a vigilante as well.

Origin End

Obsession Start

The first time Damian met his darling, he was still an Al Ghul, not a Wayne, and Bruce was unaware of his existence. He ran into her during one of his many missions in Gotham, so when spotting her Damian being Damian, tried to kill her on sight only to have his ass handed to him. So there he was, exhausted and restrained by what he could only assume is blood with multiple cuts, bruises, and broken bones all in and over his body, with a nasty black eye to match.

The girl raised her hand to what he assumed was to kill him, only for her to start tapping on the wall closest to them. But that was not any tapping it was morse code.

°This is not your city. it's Batman's. Know your place, and leave Al Ghul.°

With a roundhouse kicked to the head, Damian was out like a light. Upon awakening, Damain found himself up in the mountains far outside of Gotham City. How can he tell? Because even if he's lying down, he just needs to turn his head, and there is Gotham City. Sitting up, he winced, becoming aware of his many injuries.

He replayed the battle in his head, that girl was around if not the same age as him, yet she had shown skill that went beyond her years and that blood manipulation of hers was quite impressive. Remembering the way he was restrained on his knees forced to look up towards her, he felt unusual doing so, and that stare made an irresistible chill go down his spine.

With her eyes on him like that something within Damain shift and he became intrigued and dare he say infatuated. It also helps that she was quite the looker too.

It's been a week since Damian started to follow his newest and favorite target. Where she goes, he goes, be it on patrols or fighting criminals. Damian loves seeing her fight it has to be the most attractive thing he's ever seen. He tried pinpointing what part he found attractive. Was it her engaging in combat? When she uses her metahuman powers? Her breaking bones effortlessly? Whatever it is, she's one helluva girl. Yes, she's a strong girl who can protect herself and is not some damsel in distress, so why is Nightwing acting like her white knight?

Apparently, teamups with Nightwing and Batman are a normal occurrence for her, especially teaming up with Nightwing. Whenever Damian sees her teamuping with the Batman, it's strictly professional, but he can see the respect she holds for the man, and Damian wants her to respect him too. He'll need to investigate the Dark Knight and see what she respects about him. Who knows, maybe he'll be useful.

But Nightwing? He needs to stay away from what's his or else. When they team up, it's clear their relationship is more personal than professional, unlike her relationship with Batman. It's infuriating seeing them so close, doesn't that bird knows not to mess with another man's woman!? Who does he think he's messing with?! He is Damian Al Ghul, the heir to the League of Assassins and the son of a demon!

"Hey Luna, we're still on for tomorrow?"

°and miss out going to the spa? Wouldn't dream of it, Nightwing.°

.....They know each others civilian identities? Are they that close? No, this is the last straw he needs to do something about this, but what? Well, luck must be on his side because here he is standing in the Wayne manor with his father Bruce Wayne, or should he say Batman. Looks like the Dark Knight will be useful after all.

But it looks like Nightwing comes by to the manor every so often, or should he say Dick Grayson, his new brother. Dick has his own place, but he also sleeps at the manor sometimes. Damian would use those opportunities to get him out of the picture and away from his girl, but Bruce catches him every time.

So, as a way to keep an eye on him and teach him the value of human life, Bruce made Damian Robin. Damian wasn't happy, to say the least, but...

"Robin meet Red Luna she teams up with us every so often, and now she'll be teaming up with you."

°it's a pleasure to meet you, Robin. I hope you can keep up.°

Maybe being Robin can be useful.

"I'm more than capable of keeping up with a beauty like you."

Obsession End

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supercalime · 10 months

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Controversial opinion after rereading RWRB:

It’s completely reasonable to cut June out for the movie.

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realitybitesyouknowit · 7 months

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When Harry learns something that could prove he didn't enter himself into the Triwizard Tournament, he decides to take it once step further and prank everyone in retaliation. However, his prank may have some unforeseen side effects. COMPLETE! Edited as of 11/13/19!

#harry potter #fanfiction #no pairings #triwizard tournament #Salem Witch Academy #gender swap #fem!Harry #potion induced genderswap #Little Sister Luna #Ron bashing #minor Molly bashing #Draco Darling #sass master Harry #red head harry #Bestie Hermione #The other champions are cool #Rita Skeeter is actually decent #Neville is the only 5th year gentlemen

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charliemwrites · 5 months

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Bark, bark, snort, grrr

(The ex idea comes from @st-el-la-luna, absolutely brilliant darling ❤️)

Content: Voyeurism, Mild Injury, Possessive/Protective Behavior

Johnny, for all his quirks and… weirdly human tendencies, is an incredibly good sport. Particularly about letting you put him in Santa hats and wreaths, ugly sweaters and snow socks. He poses for every picture so dutifully, looks so serious and annoyed up until you plant smooches on his head or cheek and that silly lupine grin comes out.

He’s been your perfect little heater ever since the heater started to go on the fritz. It keeps shutting off or turning itself lower than it’s meant to be, leaving you shivering before you realize something is amiss. It’s not so broken that you’re willing to interrupt your solitude to have someone come fix it. But you’re grateful for a big fluffy body laying on your feet or snuggling under the blankets with you.

As the winter sets in, you tromp out with him in the snow a lot. Often use his sturdy shoulders and better footing as a crutch to navigate without slipping. He always gets fussy when you do, dancing in his feet and snuffling at your coat, urging you up.

One morning you wake up after a fresh snow, expecting that you’ll have to clear the driveway and porch - only to find it freshly shoveled and salted. It would spook you, except you’re sure Johnny would have woken you up barking his head off if it was anything to worry about.

Your mother calls about holiday plans in mid-November. You hedge around any commitments, hand buried in Johnny’s fur, saying that you don’t want to leave your precious pup at home.

The combined efforts of both your parents, your sister, and a cousin you actually like makes you cave eventually though. They promise it’ll just be family, that you can even bring Johnny. You grimace at that - debate getting him some meds from the vet…. But he’s been doing better on walks in town.

The weird assurance that it’ll “just be family” should have been a red flag.

When you arrive at your parents’ place, several gift bags and Johnny (with a bow tie on his collar) in tow, you find your ex there. On the couch. Next to your least-favorite cousin and your sister.

“What’s he doing here?” you ask sharply.

“Well, you two were engaged—”

Johnny’s ears shoot straight up as you tense.

“Yeah, and then he cheated.”

“People make mistakes. If you would just hear him out.”

“I don’t care what he has to say. And I don’t care what you have to say either.”

You drop the bags in a heap and click your tongue for Johnny. He falls in with you instantly, leaning up against your side. You get all the way to your car before you hear your ex’s voice calling your name.

You try to hurry, but there’s ice and the last thing your dignity can take is slipping right now. Luckily, you have the perfect deterrent before you ex can even get within arm’s reach.

Johnny snarls, so deep and loud you feel it in your own chest.

“Jesus!” your ex cries, coming up short. “Where did you get that thing?!”

“Johnny picked me. More than I can say for you.”

“Don’t be like that, I’m picking you now.”

“Oh, did your girl best friend lose all her daddy’s money?”

His cheeks light up neon. Huh. Got it in one.

Then he dares another step and Johnny lunges. You just get a hold of his harness but it’s enough ward your ex off a bit more.

“He’s very loyal,” you add. “Also more than I can say for you.”

“Baby, just listen—”

“An upgrade all around, I think.”

You round your car, climb into the driver’s seat with Johnny standing guard, then let him clamber over you into the passenger’s seat. At the front door, most of your family is gathered and staring. You flip off your ex one last time before peeling out of there.

The tears come after you’ve gotten back home. Johnny licks your face until you stop crying, then leads you inside. The two of you curl up on the couch together, his face buried in your stomach. You fall asleep there and dream of a man’s voice whispering love and comfort in your ear.

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A week later, your ex shows up.

You’re out in the yard with Johnny, watching him zoom through the snow and laughing as he speeds by. Your ex must hear you because he comes round the side of the house.

And Johnny. Goes. Ballistic.

Literally, he hits your ex like a missile, taking him into the snow and snarling like something from hell. He’s got his teeth in your ex’s designer coat, ripping it to shreds. It’s frightening; you’ve never felt safer.

“Johnny!” you call. A growl. You walk closer, kick a bit of snow at both of them. “Johnny, down! Leave it!”

And he does, finally does, though not without taking a good chunk of fabric with him. Your ex, wide-eyed and pale, panting, doesn’t bother to say a word. He scrambles away while Johnny barks after him, all canine and spit.

You hum as he returns to you, fabric in his mouth, tail wagging.

“What a good boy,” you coo, taking the partial sleeve and inspecting it. Louis Vuitton, it looks like. “Very good. My perfect boy.”

You drop his prize into the snow and snort as he wastes no time peeing on it. Well, that’s gonna stay there. Forever.

“C’mon bud, you deserve a treat.”

Johnny follows you happily inside, a new pep in his step.

#thoughts™️#cod #my writing #fanfiction #dark fic #reader fic

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goodomensafterdark · 10 days

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Writers Guild Presents - Tethered - Ch 7 - Memories

Big thank you to @gleafer for accepting to let me use this piece as illustration to this chapter! Go support her on Patreon -we promise that your loins will catch on FIRE ;)

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!

Chapter 7 of work in progress

TW/CW: Angst, Discussion of attempted suicide, implied character death, panic attack, some light smut.

Summary:

Crowley wakes up in a mental hospital with no memory of how he got there. Without his demonic powers, neither the doctors, nor the people who claim to be his family will believe he is who he says he is. With the evidence against him mounting, his only lifeline to the real world is a cryptic note left by an unseen messenger. The longer he stays in this hospital, the harder it becomes to recall for sure, is Crowley really a demon of Hell? Or has his entire existence been nothing more than a delusion conjured by a grieving mind?

Excerpt:

Crowley stood in a noisy airport at the arrivals gate holding a bouquet of red roses, fidgeting nervously. All of his usual laidback swagger was buried under a blanket of anxiety, his spine was a solid metal rod. He was always a little bouncy when Aziraphale came to visit, but this time was different. Crowley hopped his feet up and down like the floor was burning hot sand. He juggled the little box in his jacket pocket as he stared at the sliding glass doors, willing the familiar head of blond hair to appear through them. Were the roses too cliché? Maybe he should have gotten the peonies instead. Too late now.

“There, I see him.” Crowley turned to the young man beside him. “Are you recording?”

“Yeah, it's on,” said Adam.

“Right, here he comes.” Crowley shook out his shoulders and trilled his lips. He knew he looked ridiculous, but it was an airport; no one ever looked their best at an airport. He moved towards the beacon that was Aziraphale’s gleaming smile. His heart thudded like hoofbeats in his chest. Breathe, he reminded himself. Breathing and walking, those were the two main requirements at the moment. He had no idea what his facial expression was, he just hoped he was smiling too. God, Aziraphale was so gorgeous, even after eight hours on a plane. How was that even possible?

“Hello, my darling!” Aziraphale greeted him.

“Hi,” said Crowley, because that was about as eloquent as he could manage. He unceremoniously handed the bouquet to Aziraphale.

“Oh my!” Aziraphale chuckled. “Flowers? What's the occasion?”

And there was Crowley’s opening. Aziraphale was reaching out his arms for an embrace but Crowley needed to do what he came to do first. He bent down on one knee, and pulled the little box from his pocket.

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lovebotmo · 4 months

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like the movies

chapter three - caramel creams

series masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 2311

author's note: omg ive been feeling stuck working on this chapter for days so thanks for your patience and as always, hope you like this next chapter. so so thankful for all of you who have commented on my previous chapters!!!!!!!!! kiss kiss

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A week had passed, and you still knew diddly-squat regarding the mysterious guy who had generously sent you the bouquet of moly blossoms and the adjoining note. Glances over classmate’s shoulders to peer at their handwriting were unfruitful and almost landed you in detention when McGonagall had noted your lack of attention in Transfiguration. Whoever your secret admirer was, he had made sure to cover his tracks and frustratingly stump you. No additional clue found its way to you, and no one came forward.

You’d even gone to Professor Sprout earlier in the week to inquire about her moly plants and determine if your mystery man had procured the flowers from her, or alternatively, stolen them. She’d answered in the negative to both—no one had come to her regarding your bouquet, and she wasn’t missing any stock. However, she did echo the sentiment you and Hermione had shared, that whoever he was, he had spent a great deal of money to impress you.

You rolled over in bed to peer at the blooms decorating your bedside. They were still darling as ever. However, they were a constant reminder you had no clue as to who had sent them.

If the guy really fancied me, he’d know this must be driving me mad.

You pulled the covers over your head, groaning, before resolving to go down to breakfast in the Great Hall. Your little quandary wasn’t going to be solved anytime soon, and your stomach shouldn’t suffer for it.

Joining your friends in the Great Hall, Ginny noticed you were a little quieter than normal. “You alright there, Y/n?” Breaking your reverie, you smiled at the red-headed Weasley before stuffing a piece of jam-smothered toast into your mouth.

Your muffled and somewhat undiscernible reply of “’M all good, thanks” was met with a laugh from Ginny and a scolding from Hermione to slow down while eating.

“I’ve got to hurry, ‘Mione,” you said between bites, “otherwise I’ll be late for the Hogsmeade trip. Need to clear my mind for a bit.” Hermione watched in horror at the speed with which you downed the toast, practically throwing a napkin at you when she noticed the jam lingering in the corners of your mouth. You grinned sheepishly at her.

“Still no clue then, I reckon?” Padma asked. You just shook your head, turning to dive into some fried eggs. While you had hoped to be discreet about the whole situation, you had wanted your friends’ opinions, as well as their help, in searching for your secret admirer. However, you had no such luck and your friends were just as clueless.

“It’s kind of dreamy, don’t you think? The whole not-knowing part and the expectation of another clue or a gift. To think someone in this room sent you those lovely flowers!” Hannah seemed more excited about it than you did.

“Oh, come off it. We all know it’s killing Y/n not to know—I’ll bet you she was the kid who would shake her presents under the Christmas tree to try and figure out what they were. Maybe even peer through a hole in the wrapping paper to sneak a peek, eh?” Ginny joked, nudging your arm.

The glare you sent Ginny let her know she had hit the nail on the head.

“Can I see the note again?” asked Luna. Pulling it from your pocket, you handed it to the waifish girl, with Padma peering over her shoulder. As she handed it back, you noticed the certain degree of softness the parchment now had, caused by the countless folding, unfolding, and gentle tracing of the letters by your fingertips. You looked at it once more before tucking it back in.

“Well,” you said, rising from your seated position, “enough of that. I’ve got a date with fizzing whizzbees at Honeydukes, and I will not let you lot make me late!” Laughing, the five girls stood up to join you and began to make their way out of the Great Hall.

Upon arriving in Hogsmeade, the six of you split up to run various errands or meet other friends. Luna joined you on the trip to Honeydukes, desiring to pick up some pepper imps, which she believed would ward off nargles from settling in her hair. You just nodded at your endearing, albeit strange friend. Nodding was oftentimes the best thing to do when Luna said something particularly…off. Upon entering the candy store, you separated from the blond Ravenclaw to fulfill your particular errand.

“Mr. Flume!” You called out to the elderly proprietor of Honeydukes. He smiled once he placed your voice. Your acquaintance with Ambrosius Flume and his wife had begun in your third year, on your very first trip to Hogsmeade. Over the years, you’d heard countless stories about the store and its fantastical sweet treats. As such, when you were finally of age, you had been extremely excited to finally visit. Upon entry, in your typical coordinated fashion, you had managed to slip on and fall due to the bat’s blood soup Neville Longbottom had managed to spill all over the checkered floor. Spotting the tears quickly forming in your eyes, courtesy of your pain and embarrassment, Mrs. Flume had helped you off the floor and fixed you a cup of hot chocolate while you amused her husband with various accounts of muggle delicacies and candies. Since then, you had made it a habit to bring him a muggle candy of some sort to try, proving that even though muggle treats had no real magic in them, they could still be magical. In turn, he would trade one of his newest treats for you to try.

Finally meeting through the frenzied crowd of Honeydukes, Mr. Flume clasped one of your hands in both of his, giving it a hearty squeeze. “How have you been, dearie? Brought me something today, did you?”

You laughed at his eagerness. “You only want me for my muggle sweets, don’t’ you? How incorrigible.”

The two of you giggled like children before you pulled out the promised sweet. This time, you had brought him a small bag of Goetze’s caramel creams, also known as bullseyes. As silly as it might seem, the candies were close to your heart, something you had enjoyed with your mother as a child, eating away at the chewy caramel outside and the sweet cream filling.

“They’re my absolute favorite, you know. And after four years of exchanging candies with you, I insist you stock them just for me. Waiting for packages from my mum to get my fix is simply too difficult.”

Mr. Flume laughed at your dramatics before pocketing the sweets. “You know how much I enjoy these little exchanges with you, poppet. I’ve got something new for you to try, straight from my little lady’s oven.” Reaching into the pocket of his worn apron, he pulled out a pastry of some sort wrapped in brown paper. “Mrs. Flume calls ‘em ‘Cheering Cherry Tarts,’ ‘spose to boost your spirit for a few hours if you can imagine that. Hope you like it.” With that, he left with an affectionate pat on your arm before going to assist some of the other customers.

Taking one bite of the pastry, you had to resist the urge to moan at how delicious it was.

If you knew one thing about Mrs. Flume, it was that the woman could cook.

Scarfing down the tart, you grabbed a box of toffees and glacial snowflakes to bring back with you. After checking out, you made your way to The Three Broomsticks where you had agreed to meet to meet up with your friends after you completed your errands.

You quickly spotted your friends within the tavern. Padma was sporting several shopping bags from Gladrags Wizardwear, while Ginny and Hannah had popped into Zonko’s to pick up some stink pellets intended for the Gryffindor first-years. Ginny was more than happy to continue the pranking tradition her older brothers had begun at Hogwarts, and Hannah was always game for a good laugh. Hermione sat quietly at the table twirling one of her new quills. At the sight you let out a small chuckle. Hermione was many things, but she was not someone to pass up on purchasing new stationary. She was practically besotted whenever she saw a fine quill.

Joining the gaggle of girls, you all went over your purchases, ordering some treats and drinks, gossiping about various happenings at Hogwarts, and just enjoying the general splendor of The Three Broomsticks and its ambience. As much as you enjoyed your classes, moments like these were what you would miss most upon your graduation in the spring. It brought a little twinge to your heart, the bittersweet thought of leaving, but you were excited for the future and to see what your dearest friends would go on to do.

Your reminiscing and get-together, however, was interrupted by increasingly loud voices from a corner table. Imagining it to be some drunkards, you turned, only to see Nott and Malfoy arguing over something that had the two Slytherins particularly heated. While you had no idea what had started their spat, it was easy to tell that Malfoy had somehow provoked Nott who became increasingly incensed. Towering over the blonde, Nott continued to spew verbal fire at him and despite his best effort to hide it, you could tell that Malfoy was intimidated.

“Chi mi piace non sono affari tuoi, Malfoy. Restane fuori!” While you didn’t understand the Italian rapidly leaving Nott’s mouth, you could tell how angry he was. As he was about to continue his verbal assault, he caught your eyes and likely the look of concern on your face. His face relaxed and his next words seemed to slip his mind. Sparing one more withering glance at Malfoy, he quickly stormed out of the tavern and conversation slowly recommenced.

“Wonder what started that little fight,” wondered Padma, picking up her glass of butterbeer.

Turning back, you shrugged, “No idea.”

The six of you left The Three Broomsticks shortly after, realizing that you would have to return to Hogwarts soon. You linked your arm with Ginny as she chatted about her intended strategies for the upcoming Quidditch season. Walking towards the train station, you noticed Nott in the distance, trekking in the opposite direction of the Hogwarts Express.

Didn’t he know that the train would be leaving soon?

Removing your arm from Ginny’s, you excused yourself. “I’ll meet you guys on the train, alright? Save me a seat.” With that, you quickly followed the retreating Slytherin.

“Don’t be late, Y/n! You can’t be losing house points this early in the year!” yelled Hermione.

When you finally caught up to Nott, he was sitting on a bench located on the path that headed towards the Shrieking Shack. He was staring into the distance, those brooding eyes of his lost in thought. Hearing the crunch of autumn leaves beneath your feet, his head swiveled towards your approaching figure. He stood in surprise before sitting again. You sat down beside him.

Bumping his shoulder with your own, you asked, “Something on your mind, Nott? You seem a little…out of it.”

At the sound of your voice, he left out a long sigh. “No—nothing. ‘M fine.” The clipped response made you raise a brow at him. The guy was not very good at lying, even if he was a Slytherin. “And…it’s Theo. Or, I mean, you can call me Theo.” Those blue eyes returned to you, accompanied by the faintest of smiles.

“Alright then, Theo. What’s got your wand in a knot…Or should I say N-o-t-t?” You let out a small laugh, winking at him as he gave you a look somewhere between horrified and disgusted.

“I don’t even want to dignify that with a response.”

“It was right there! I had to.”

“You definitely did not.”

“Don’t you mean…did N-o-t-t?”

“Alright, that’s enough.” He paused, before continuing, “Do you think it’s too late to request a new Potions partner? I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it through the year at this rate.”

You gasped in mock horror, lightly knocking him on the arm, “Oh please Theo, I’m a peach. You adore me.” You didn’t notice how Theo stiffened at your retort, your eyes turning to the autumn trees lining the path.

“That was quite a scene in there, you and Draco. Fighting over anything in particular?”

Theo let out a huff of hot air through his nose, “No…it’s just—Malfoy’s a fucking prat.”

A bark of laughter left you at his response. “Could have told you that in first year, Theo. Would have saved you a lot of trouble.” At that, he laughed, and you were happy to see a grin finally grace his normally stoic face.

“Now c’mon,” you said standing, “we’ve got to get going if we don’t want to miss the train. Godric knows how much trouble I’ll be in with my housemates if we don’t make it in time.”

Theo stood and joined you in walking back towards the platform, a comfortable silence falling over you two. He seemed to have snapped out of whatever funk had clouded his mind, as he was soon making small talk and a few jokes as you got closer.

Just before you boarded the train, Theo grasped your elbow gently to turn you towards him. He was at your eye level then, as you had stepped onto the first step of the express. You looked at him with questioning eyes. “Sorry, um—just wanted to say thanks.” At your furrowed brow he added, “for checking on me, I mean.”

You smiled at him. “Course. After all, what are Potions partners for?” At that, he returned your smile, his bright blue eyes crinkling a little at the edges.

Huh. Cute.

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hp-hcs · 6 months

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Hmmm how about a poly oneshot with bully Draco and Lorenzo who hates the reader for being with the golden trio and mainly potter ?? They hate how touchy and blushy harry gets around their darling and vice-versa. They hate how everyone thinks you two are together and you don't do anything to clear up the rumor. They hate how you're always in his dorm and they hate seeing your lipgloss mark left on harry. But God do they love you and can't take it anymore 🤭🤭

oooh, interesting! love to see that you’re a hoe for drama (lovingly)

hate how this turned out but wtv

lipstick — yandere! enzo berkshire & yandere! draco malfoy x gn! gryffindor! reader

tws: toxic/possessive/obsessive behavior, slut shaming, implied sexual content? (question mark?)

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“Look at stupid Potter. With his stupid scar, and his stupid friends, and his stupid Y/N.”

“His?” Enzo laughs. “Y/N is not his.”

“Not if we can help it,” Draco mumbles.

The pair watches in silence as you throw a snowball at the ginger weasel, ducking behind Harry when the bloodtraitor tries to retaliate.

Harry scooped you up in his arms, like a valiant prince coming to save the day.

They can both hear your clear laugh, even from the other side of the courtyard. It makes them both seethe with anger.

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“C’monnnn,” you pleaded, tugging at Harry’s arm. “I have friends other than you. I wanna talk to Luna and Pansy and Blaise.”

Harry rolled his eyes, not putting up much of a fight as you dragged him into the Great Hall.

It was a new thing this season, to promote house unity, or whatever. The heads of houses had come up with the idea; tea, cocoa, and cookies in the Great Hall every Friday evening. Everyone welcome.

The Great Hall is dimmer than usual, not all of the floating candles lit. A few dozen student of all houses mingle and meander.

A group of kids sat on a blanket on the cool stone floor, almost as if it were a picnic.

Another group had thrown blankets and sheets over part of the ridiculously long tables, creating a blanket fort underneath.

You headed straight over to where Luna was painting Pansy’s nails. They greeted you with laughter as Luna’s unsteady hand got orange nail polish all over Pansy’s knuckle.

You gasp. “Harry! Let me paint your nails! Pleaseeee?”

He shrugged, looking over the myriad of colors laid out. He picked one up and held it out towards you.

“Snitch gold, for luck.”

You laugh, accepting the bottle and pointing for him to sit down.

“You don’t need luck, Harry. You’re you.”

Across the room, two Slytherins clocked Potter’s shy grin and bright blush.

~~~

You sat down with your friends, a wicked game of truth or dare already in full effect. As predicted, Gryffindor had won their game against Hufflepuff, resulting in a very large house party. You’d noticed a few Ravenclaws around and wondered how they got in, until you saw the Slytherins, the lions’ main suppliers of firewhiskey and good times.

“I dare you…” Ginny trailed off as she thought. A wicked grin spread across her face. “I dare you to wear that failed blue glitter lipstick that me and Cho made.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please. That’s easy.”

“For the whole day tomorrow.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m not afraid. Bring it on.”

~~~ “Draco!” Enzo hissed as he harshly elbowed his friend in the ribs.

“Ow. What?” He followed Enzo’s finger, pointing straight at the Gryffindor table. “What am I looking at?”

“Potter.”

Harry James Potter was furiously scrubbing at his skin with a napkin as you, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were all practically howling with laughter.

Sure enough, you were true to your word, wearing that ridiculously tacky lipstick that stood out like a beacon when surrounded by all of that garish red and gold.

Harry let out a visible sigh, tossing down the napkin and sitting back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest in an obvious sulk.

Right there, smack dab in the middle of his cheek, was a perfect blue stain from a kiss.

Draco’s ears burned with rage.

“Nope. Come on, Enz. We’ve waited damn long enough.”

~~~ “It’s not coming off, guys,” Harry whined.

“Why do you think we called it failed?” Ginny laughs, the blue smudge on his cheek looking quite comical. “That’s what happened when we tried to wear it.”

You snicker. “You look good in blue, Harry,” you teased, enjoying the faint blush that settled over his cheeks.

You suddenly felt a heavy hand come down on your shoulder, tightening to the point where it was almost painful.

You whirled around, surprised to see two Slytherins you’d barely talked to.

Harry sneered at the sight of his long-time rival, Malfoy. “What do you gits want?”

They both ignored him, as if he wasn’t there at all.

“We need to talk to you,” Enzo snapped, his hand on your shoulder tightening even more as he all but dragged you out of your seat.

You stumbled after him as Draco propelled you forward with a firm hand on the small of your back.

The two boys dragged you out into the hall, away from prying eyes. Draco wasted no time before shoving you up against the wall in a secluded alcove.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, kissing Potter?”

“W-what?” You stammered, your brain not yet having caught up with the situation.

Enzo scoffed. “Whoring yourself out to anyone who blushes at you, huh?”

“What?”

“How long have you been sleeping with him, hm? How long?”

“Wh- Harry? We’re friends!”

“Friends, huh? Friends?” Enzo scoffed.

“Yes!” You snapped. “Who d’you think you are, questioning my- mmfph!”

Draco surged forward and kissed you harshly.

~~~

Enzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, and Y/N L/N all stumbled into Defense Against the Dark Arts twenty minutes late, their clothes rumpled and their skin stained with blue lipstick.

#harry potter #fuck jkr #hp #x reader #hp x gn reader #hp x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy #enzo berkshire x reader #hp x enby reader #enzo berkshire #enby reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire

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lacedupforyou · 1 year

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ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ (Yandere! Haitani Brothers)

| Yandere Haitani Brothers x Toman Darling | (F!Reader)

(For this piece you are now the division 3 captain since Pah and mobeius, Peh-yan is your sub captain.)

(THIS IS NOT A PART 2 TO MY OTHER WORK)

They both saw you during the fight with Valhalla, You fought hard even outnumbered. You look at them every now and then catching glances. Smiling at them then going back to scowling at enemies

You're beautiful even when fighting and being out numbered. Part of them wanted to just grab you and make off with you then. 𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕

As you were fighting members of Valhalla, You noticed them rise from their seats. You paid no attention as you found yourself looking for people to help in the fight and to take out more of Valhalla.

As you're distracted you feel an arm around your waist, You think it's another member of Valhalla getting the better of you. Just to be picked up by the oldest haitani as he holds you on his shoulder and runs. You hear Peh-Yan scream something but you struggle to get out their hold "You're supposed to watch-! Get off me! Put me down!" You thrash in his hold as they make off with you. "You're a girl you shouldn't be fighting." The youngest Haitani says calmly.

You grumbled at their words. "I appreciate your insight but I need you to let me go.. Here, Take this whatever you have to tell me. Tell me later." You rip off part of your toman uniform sleeve and write down your number and hand it to the men.

As you distract them with your phone number and jump out of Ran's arm. Rushing back to the fight and praying to not see your teammates dead.

The fight ends, Baji is dead and Kazutora was in jail. You are still in awe from Takemichi's action. You talk to him and compliment his abilities.

Time flies and you never hear from the Haitani brothers. After the christmas battle you start to become closer with Takemichi and his Sub captain.

You were with Takemichi and Chifuyu at shibuya station talking about things, When you three see Makoto and Yamigishi in horrible health. They rush towards you, Then you look to the side to see atleast a hundred men in red suits walking out of the train talking about..Toman!? Then you notice a man holding akkun and asking if we were Toman, I stagger. Chifuyu kicks the man in the face and the chase begins. You run for your life knowing slowing down you would be beaten beyond recovery. You loose chifuyu as you run with the Mizo. And rush inside a building running through it to the other end's exit. You rush run with Takemichi to find chifuyu.

Takemichi is swung down and hit. But You and the mizo do what you can to stick together. In the end you were all sorely beaten. Your clothes ripped. You notice kisaki and scowl.

Eventually you go off with the Kawata twins. And make it out with minimal injuries.

The fight with tenjiku approaches.

You had promised to watch Mana and Luna for Mitsuya, (They Adored you and thought of you as a sister). You knew the fight would be soon and tucked both girls into bed, You would be back before they awoke in the morning. You felt bad they must miss their brother who was still in the hospital from getting jumped by tenjiku. You packed your things and headed out.

Just as you walked home in the dark you thought you heard footsteps. Then, Everything went dark.

You awake to be in the place the fight should be held. "Has it started.." You whisper as you try to shake yourself awake, Your hand tied behind your back. You looked up to notice other men next to you and in the pier.

Tenjiku..Before another thought hit you something else did, Izana's fist to your stomach. You want to scream but he pushes you over. You look over to see the Haitani brothers not looking at you, Did they even know you were here?

Izana was going on about Toman until you broke the silence "How you let Emma die!! I'll kill you, You bastard!" But those words leaded to loud laughter around and a kick from Izana sending you flying.

Then you notice hands on your shoulders standing behind you. The youngest Haitani mouthes something to Izana and his face changes. "Go ahead." You hear Izana say. You are hoisted up to see the haitani's you had met so long ago. "Y-you-!?" They carry you off and tie you to a nearby pole. "You will be watching. Not fighting." Rindou says.

And that's what you did, Watching in agony of the fight but it didn't seem toman noticed you. After the fight was over and so many had died. You were taken by the Haitani's again (They were not arrested)

You were taken to their shared apartment. And sat down on the couch. Tears in your eyes and you could see the uncaring looks on their faces.

"Why do you work for Toman?" The oldest speaks, Breaking the silence.

"They're my family, They are everything to me and I couldn't be there to help fight.."

"What a shame.. But we did save you from injuries, You should be thanking us." The youngest says.

"Thanking you!?"

"If we didn't take you, Izana would have killed you along with the other men.." Rindou replys

That keeps you silent, You don't say anything

""Just- Hold still." Rindou holds you. Is he trying to comfort you.?

Ran leaves a small smile. "You'll be spending some time with us. I suggest you show some respect, Flower."

Nicknames? You're confused but exhausted from the sobbing and screaming. You slip into unconsciousness. And you hear some words you couldn't understand.

"Goodnight Princess."

(This felt so corny to write :')

(Part 2? Request it! I need to know people like this..)

(Also sorry for so many timeskips if there is a part 2 there will be less of those hopefully)

#yandere tokyo rev #yandere #tokyo revengers #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere haitani brothers #haitani brothers x reader #haitani brothers #tokyo rev

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demonlovingsheep · 9 months

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An MC who is addicted in helping the brothers maintaining their horns, wings, and tail. Why? Cause :

You have such a huge area on Lucifer’s wings and plucking out the old feathers until their all gone is so satisfying. It’s like plucking white hair from your older relatives, except you don’t even get paid a nickel for each cause this is a volunteer service. Maybe the first or second time, but after Mammon saw you get rich, he was offering Lucifer to groom his wings before you and stealing your job 😡.

MC “MAMMON FACK OFF, THIS IS MY JOB I’M BROKE.”

Mammon “WELL I’M BROKER”

Mc “AND WHO’S FAULT IS THAT?!?!”

Lucifer got annoyed at this and stopped paying entirely. You gave Mammon the silent treatment after that and he begged you to forgive him, which you did eventually.

Mammon’s wings are leathery. Maybe use a lint roller to roll all the dust and stuff off. The sound is nice too. You also can’t help running your finger over the boney parts up to his back, which he will flinch and get fluster.

Mammon “Wha-what are you doing? S-s-stop!

MC: I’m taking the elevator up to get closer to your heart 😘

Mammon *turning red like a tomato* “S-Sh-Shuddap dummy.”

Levi’s tail is like removing dried paint from the wall. If you never seen a snake owner holding onto the snake while it moves to shed, you are missing out.

MC “Levi, your tail is awesome, beautiful, gorgeous, majestic, long, sexy, and….looks tasty. *Chomps*

Levi *jumps from his chair and howls, then he died*

Satan’s bones tail often has gunk between the cracks. You use a tweezer to remove them section by section and marvel at the pile your able to remove.

Satan “MC, don’t go too deep, you’ll touch the nerves and it’ll hurt a little. I’m sure there is nothing there anyways.

MC “No no, just give me a moment. I’m sure there is something in here, I needa- *pulls out a huge chunk of dusk gunk* holy hell.

Satan 😳 “Oh my tail is a bit more flexible now. So that’s the reason why.”

MC *happy cause the pile of gunk got bigger*

Asmo is the same with Mammon. However his wings smell nicer and you marvel at how his wings connects to his back. Not something you see often and you wonder if his wing muscles are stronger since his wings are small in proportion to his body but he can still fly.

MC “Asmo, your wings are smaller than Lucifer’s but it looks a bit small in comparison to your size. How do you fly?”

Asmo: Because everyone loves me darling. And their love powers me and is able to carry me off. Oh ain’t I just the prettiest being of the world ❤️!”

Your eyes was about to roll to the back of your head.

Beel’s translucent wing makes u put a hand under it while you wipe it with a towel on the other side. You were kinda playing with it’s characteristics, tracing the lines that runs through it with your finger. He finds it very ticklish but thinks your adorable.

MC “You know, in the Human world there is a thing called palm reading. It’s where you can predict all sorts of things like when you’ll get married, your luck, you longevity, and everything by the lines on your hand.”

Beel “Really? Well I sure hope that there is a line on my wing that means we will be together forever” *smiles happily*

MC *wraps arm around Beel’s neck, nuzzling him* “You don’t need a line to tell you that. I love you and will be there forever!”

Lemme grab that floof at the end of ur tail dammit. Belphegor’s tail is like a cat’s toy and you can’t resist just targeting that floof, oohh that floof. And you will take care of it as if it’s a small fluffy animal. You will bath it, blow dry it, brush it, and top it off with a bow tie. Finally you give it a kiss and this whole dam time Belphegor is getting jealous of his own tail LMAO.

Belphie “MC, give me more attention up here.” *pouts*

MC “No! I want to spend more time with Luna.” *Rubs face against fluff*

Belphie “Luna? You named my tail? What about Belphie? He needs attention too. *Lifts tail away from your hand*

MC “NOO GIMME BACK LUNA U MONSTER!”

Belphie: >:(

*I thought this would be a short post but as I started to write, it just keep going, holy.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me crack #post after midnight be like #I was just going and going #hell there wasn’t even suppose to be quoted and stuff.#obey me headcannons #tails horns and wings #Levi isn’t dead yet

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moonlightspencie · 6 months

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luna’s masterlist: taylor’s version

for the swifties and sorted by era!

speak now

speak now: ted lasso x reader {2.5k words}

red

treacherous: remus lupin x reader {12.8k running wc}

1989

wonderland (lost in it): spencer reid x reader {2.9k words}

reputation

delicate (this ain’t for the best): dean winchester x reader {5.9k words}

(isn’t it?): draco malfoy x reader {10k words}

gorgeous (‘cause look at your face!): dean winchester x reader {1.6k words}

…ready for it? (you should see the things we do, baby): remus lupin x reader x sirius black {5.2k words— 18+ only}

lover

cruel summer (devils roll the dice…/…angels rolls their eyes): spencer reid x reader {8.2k word miniseries}

the archer (help me hold on to you): ted lasso x reader {8.9k words}

london boy (darling, i fancy you): james potter x resder {8.2k words}

evermore

champagne problems: spencer reid x reader {2.9k words}

tolerate it: aaron hotchner x reader {2k words}

cowboy like me (the sweetest con):aaron hotchner x reader {series}

midnights

glitch (bloodmoonlit): dean winchester x reader {5.4k words}

#taylor swift #taylor swift eras #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #criminal minds #supernatural #marauders

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highladyivy · 2 months

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Headcanons and Hot takes of the ACOTARs Series Characters that just feels right to me…. A thread.

*Possible spoilers*

(PSA- I have not read all the books yet I have only fully read ACOTAR. Currently on ACOMAF. so take this with a grain of salt) will be updating as I continue.

• Cassian carries a portrait of Nesta with him behind his siphon wherever he goes.

• I think Elain and Lucien will inevitably end up together. I think him giving her space will work in his favour.

• I think Azriel is Bisexual.

• Azriel (I mean all of them but him especially) Needs Therapy

• Do I condone that Rhysand left Feyre in the dark during her pregnancy… No. Do I understand why he did it … Yes.

• I think Nesta was wrong for always taking the money that feyre worked so hard for when they were humans.

• For someone so creative Feyre choosing Nyx as her sons name is such a basic ass choice. Like you couldn’t come up with anything more unique or better than that. It’s like how every husky is named Luna.#Unoriginal

• Mor did Azriel dirty. Like ok you didn’t want to come out fine. But you could have just told the guy “ like I’m just not that into you.” It’s not that hard

• therapy they all need therapy

• Feyre darling would be the password to all Rhysands things in the modern world

• Lucien x Feyre > Tamlin x Feyre

• Onions have layers …. And so do all the males in this series.

Update as of March 21, 2024

• The basement yard on YouTube is Cassian and Azriel Coded

• Azriel is everyone’s Hall Pass, both the guys, the girls and the gays love him

• I think Rhysand has abandonment issues and that’s part of the reason he butts heads with Nesta so much and is trying to keep Azriel from elain(other then the fact that she has a mate). I think he’s terrified that they’ll leave him now that they have significant others

• Ianthe did Feyre dirty with the red roses and her wedding.

• part of me wonders if the red rose petals weren’t included in the wedding to tamlin would Feyre have been triggered. I almost think she wouldn’t have and then she would’ve married tamlin

• I get that the spring court was cursed to not talk about said curse but you idiots could draw a fucking story board. Do an interruptive dance idk… anything non verbal… CHARADES FOR FUXKS SAKES

•i think the wingspan theory is 100% true. And anyone of the boys who deny it also says that size isn’t everything. (But also how is Azriel walking around with three legs like my god)

• Elain in regards to the bond with Lucien saying she don’t want her choice taken away is simultaneously taking away Lucien’s choice by not rejecting the bond.

Yes she doesn’t owe anyone anything but. As a fae you always wonder if you’ll be blessed with a mate so even if she never rejects the bond and everyone moves on and Lucien accepts that she isn’t gonna give him a chance do you think someone who is born fae isn’t going to have a 1% hope that she’ll come around. you don’t want it fine but atleast put the guy out of his misery by rejecting it. Or be a nice person so that everyone can move on with their lives.

#acotar imagines #acotar smut #acotar headcanons #hot takes #azriel shadowsinger #rhysand #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #nesta archeron #cassian #feyre archeron #acotar series #tamlin #amren acotar #mor acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #eris vanserra

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bittersweetcreep · 14 days

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How Damian Would Dress Red Luna!Darling

#yandere damain wayne x reader #yandere damian x reader #yandere damian #yandere damian wayne #yandere dc x reader #dc x reader #dc #yandere x reader #fem reader #Red Luna!Darling #fashion #dracula fashion #dracula #outfits #clothing #clothes #outfit

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leviathanspain · 2 years

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Hi! can i request a bill weasley x malfoy!reader where he and the reader are married and the reader gets taken by their family and locked in the dungeons with luna and ollivander and then the reunion when they finally get back to shell cottage

the fire is a love affair

bill weasley x malfoy!reader

synopsis: your family couldn’t pass up the chance to torture their traitorous daughter

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your parents, more specifically your father, had been thrilled to see you trapped in their dungeon, under your former home. voldemort had asked about you, asked about your marriage and gave some snarky well wishes that were purely sarcastic, making the rest of the death eaters laugh. your mother and father laughed, although they were incredibly embarrassed that their only daughter had run off with a weasley. you were a catastrophic disappointment, a disgust that left you penniless and practically disowned. your own brother had refused to talk to you.

you shivered slightly in the corner. luna was embracing you, silent as she did, you closed your eyes and tried to imagine being back with your husband. bill was probably worried sick. you were supposed to be at work, and you had never returned home. promising him a nice roast for another pay raise at his job, you had never gotten home that day to make it.

luna had stood up and left your side, and you had barely noticed the new additions to your imprisonment. only when you noticed the familiar red shock of hair, did you finally snap back to reality.

“ron?” you stood up, and watched as your brother-in-law turned around, a beaming smile with a shred of hope made you practically leap into his arms.

“oh my god, y/n.” ron spoke your name in relief as he hugged you. he set you down and you smiled, “how’s bill?“ ron looked at you with a grim expression, his eyes flickering emotions. you merely nodded and inhaled to keep yourself calm. bill wasn’t good, not at all.

you turned to see harry and you embraced him as well, “i would ask how you’ve been since i last saw you, but i doubt this is a good time.” you tried to make light of the situation and harry nodded, “no yeah, same goes for you.” he chuckled slightly.

the plan of your escape was a whirlwind. you knew all the ways to get out of the dungeon, but considering your parents already knew that, they had prevented all the ways you would know.

dobby had popped into the dungeon, took your hand and lunas without another word, and whirled you away.

you stared at the familiar cottage, your home, and beamed. you turned down to look at dobby and you hugged him, “you were always my favorite mistress.” dobby told you and you smiled, “it’s y/n, you free elf.” he whirled away without another word minus a smile and you turned to luna, grabbing her hand and tugging her to your home.

you opened the front door and peered at your home. everything was the same, as you had left it. monday’s cup of coffee was still on the coffee table in your living room. your breakfast plate was in the sink waiting to be washed, your jacket on your couch was waiting to be worn.

“bill?” you called out, letting go of lunas hand as you began to look around the cottage rooms. you heard some shuffling and suddenly, your favorite weasley came stumbling out from your bedroom, hugging you without even looking at you. you gasped from the slight impact as he hugged you. you were crying, you hadn’t even realized it until you tasted your salty tears but this, bill was hugging you. down in the dungeon, you weren’t sure if you’d ever experience this again. bill was the love of your life, and you had doubted you’d ever see him again.

bill looked at you, grabbing your face and planting kisses all over you, soot and all.

luna cleared her throat and you chuckled, turning to her, “darling, this is luna lovegood. luna, this is my husband, bill.” bill offered a smile and wave to luna and she smiled to herself, “i can see why you married him.” she mumbled and you turned to bill who was blushing. you held his waist, and kissed him, “i missed you so much, weasley.” you mumbled into his mouth. bill smirked, “right back at you, weasley.”

#harry potter imagines #hogwarts imagines #bill weasley angst #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley x reader #weasley imagine #weasley x reader #harry potter x reader #malfoy!reader #hogwarts angst

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readers-cup-of-tea · 2 years

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Since you’re open for requests could you do they see you dressed up for the first time for the ball {Harry Potter men/boys} just like that one post you made before 🤍

A/n: Hello! Thank you so much for this darling request, I had so much fun writing this, Enjoy!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pronouns: Gender neutral

TW: A little suggestive, talk about alcohol and getting drunk

FLUFF

Not My Gif!

How Harry Potter characters react to you dressed up for the Yule Ball.

Harry Potter:

Shuddering a breath, you adjusted your sleek dress/suit before making your way down to the great hall for the annual yule ball hosted at Hogwarts, your shoes clicked down the stone stairs with each step, a boy with raggedy black hair turned his head at the sound before gawking in awe at the sight of you, “Wow…I Mean- You look absolutely amazing” You giggled at his disheveled state, “I mean it! Your breathtaking y/n.” He held out his hand to you and glided you across the floor to him, both of you blushed and stared at each other…”If you two are quite done, the Champion waltz will start soon, I suggest you all get a move on.” Professor McGonagall spoke to the two of you, a knowing look in her eyes, ah, young love.

Draco Malfoy:

A Malfoy prided themselves on their impeccable composure, Draco Malfoy was no different , that was until he was faced with his partner in the dressing robes/dress that he himself had gifted them, that was how Draco Malfoy came to be gaping in the middle of the great hall like a fish out of water. “Close your mouth love, you'll catch a fly,” They said with a smug smirk on their face as they left the Malfoy heir speechless. “I knew you’d look absolutely ethereal in that robe/dress.” His partner scoffed, “alright Mr.Malfoy, alright. No need to act so cocky.” They smirked at him. “What can I say? I like seeing you draped like the royalty you are.” He replied smoothly, wrapping a hand around their waist.

Ron Weasley:

Ron groaned as he looked down at his robes one last time before heading out from the common room, climbing out from the Fat Lady but jumped at the sound of his name coming from down the hall, looking up, he saw you running towards him in a beautiful dress/robe.

“Bloody hell, Y/n!” Ron exclaimed as he caught you in his arms, a flush on his face. “Well, don’t you look…unique.” Y/n grinned up at him while the red head looked away hurriedly, “Look- I didn’t choose these robes, I-” A laugh stopped his rant and he looked down at you, “I’m only teasing you, you look great no matter what you wear.”Ron looked stunned, “Well, you look great, more than great.” He stuttered out, his face now a flaming red. “Let’s go, shall we?” The two of you walked down to the Great hall, hand in hand.

Neville Longbottom:

Neville looked around the grand ball, he hadn’t seen you yet, People all around him danced and laughed as the music blared throughout the great hall, “Neville! Neville!” A voice called out for him, muffled by the noise. Turning his head towards the voice, he saw you, sliding pass the many students to get to him, an angelic dress/robe covered your figure that left him speechless as his breath caught in his throat,”Oh Merlin, you look, Y/n… I don’t even know what to say-” He rambled on as you looked at him softly, “Thank you, Nev…Care for a dance?”

Neville smiled, “Yeah, let’s go.”

Luna Lovegood:

Luna's dress glistened into the long night as students rushed past her, excited as the Yule Ball started. “You look mythical.” You said, sneaking up behind her, She turned to loom at you before smiling, “As do you.” She answered, Looking down at your dress/robes.

“Oh please, this old thing? Compared to you?” Students all around them started to rush into the Ball as the Great Hall’s doors opened, None of it mattered, for tonight was made only for the two of you.

Hermione Granger:

Hermione laughed as her heart fluttered. Tonight was magical, quite Literally mind you, Hermione Left the hall and traveled out to the snow littered courtyard for a bit of fresh air. Walking down the trail she noticed a familiar figure in an elegant dress/robe. Getting closer, Hermione let out a soft hello.

The figure turned Towards her before smirking, “You’re the talk of the night, Herm.”

Said girl blushed a bright pink, “I- Well I wouldn’t say that- Oh, Look at you! You are absolutely stunning!”

The figure hummed, “Quite the flatterer, But thank you darling, now, Would you like to go get some drinks with me?”

Hermione’s fading blush came back at full force once again, “Yes, I think I'd like that.”

Remus Lupin (Young):

Remus adjusted his collar for the billionth time that night, The great Hall was becoming stuffy as more and more people started to pile into the room, His amber eyes kept searching for you, His date.

James had told him to stop worrying but Remus had never been good at staying calm, He sighed into his punch, The last thing he was expecting you to suddenly grab ahold of him from behind, He whipped his body around and looked down at you sorry if your tall, “Y/n.” His tensed shoulders eased up as a smile graced his lips, He looked down at your dress/robes, “My darling, You are radiant tonight.”

You blushed before looking at his robes, “I think I like you all dressed up, Mooney.” You winked at him.

It was definitely going to be a night to remember.

Sirius Black (Young):

The music blared around all the students as the one and only Sirius Black crowd surfed for the 5th time that night, You looked from afar with a smile on your face, seeing you staring at him he gave you a wolfish grin before being let down, Brushing himself off, he confidently walked over to you, “So, you come here often?” he winked at you.

“Seeing as I go to school here, Yeah.” You sarcastically answered.

Sirius seriously (siriusly) nodded at you, “Quite the coincidence indeed. You wanna get out of here, I have some fire whiskey in the common room we can share.”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He led you out of the Great hall and up the staircase, Greeting the Fat lady, The two of you entered the empty Gryffindor common room, He smiled at you happily, finally being able to take you fully in, especially your formal dress/robes.

“Have I ever told you that you are an angel?”

You crossed your arms, “Once or twice maybe…”

Sirius came over and wrapped his arms around you, “Let’s go get drunk, Yeah?”

You laughed at him, “Yeah, let’s go.”

Severus Snape (Young):

Severus positively hated this, `The noise, The people, And god forbid Potter and his gang, who were currently making a ruckus.

“Sev, You made it!” You smiled at him, pushing through the crowd to get to him.

Severus looked away, a small blush graced his face, “Well you did ask me to come-”

“Ofcourse, Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me.”

He looked at you in your beautiful dress/robe, ��You- You don’t look half bad.”

You laughed at that, “I’ll take that as a compliment. You look good aswell.”

You reached a hand out towards him, “Dance with me? Just once.”

Severus scoffed at you but nonetheless grabbed your hand and led the two of you to the dance floor.

Students crowded Severus and You but neither of you seemed to mind as the two of you only had eyes for eachother.

Tom Riddle:

Tom looked impeccable, as always, Permanently smoothed Dress robes adorned his body, As his fellow Slutherins talked amongst themselves in their common room.

“I shall be heading down to the Great Hall prematurely.” He told his followers, standing up, and heading out of the dungeons.

Heels clicked against the cold stone floors before coming to a stop as he took you in, You stood next to the Closed great hall doors, waiting for Tom.

“Y/n”

“Tom”

A Magnificent formal Dress/Robe hung from your build, Tom drank in the sight of you before speaking

“Words don’t do you justice, My heart.”

You looked at him, “Words don’t do you justice either, My love.”

He smirked at you before coming over to hold your hand as The great hall doors opened.

“Ready to leave everyone speechless, Darling?”

Gripping his hand, you nodded, “Always.”

The two of you headed into the Hall.

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crimswnred · 2 months

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I've just gotten back home from work so I'm a little late to the party, however...

LITG SEASON 8: TEMPTING FATE — VOLUME 2: thoughts, concerns and prayers

first of all yesss more hair booooo paywall, fusebox get it together??? (at least they are pretty but again that's the bare minimum)

anyway, here's my girl with her new hair

why do all of the girls' nightwear look like I'm on a strip club and they're asking me if I want something to drink

it's so over for you Theo

honestly she's too good for him anyway

okay kiss challenge!!!! let me snog everyone

I don't want any more of that "peck" crap we want FULL ON SNOGS, TONGUE AND CHAOS

Jin: "Nap, then results?" Hamish would be so proud of him

okay, so you rate me EIGHT just so I feel like I have to pay to have one extra kiss, your game is a dirty as ever Fusebox

date time!!!! going with Jin ❤️

LMAO Jack is kinda funny

so sad to see a baddie doing too much to keep a man in love island 💔 Luna I'm so sorry you didn't deserve it your only crime was being coupled up with the one guy I want

oh. so about the terrace scene...

first of all, super sweet gem scene. it seemed like a super important one for it to be a gem scene though. so idk I'm a bit lost.

Jin is a walking red flag 😭 this boy is soooo gonna flip on me when the next hot girl shows up!! but let's enjoy the ride

and Luna... girl... was it ever that serious?

the award for worst outfit design goes to 👇

and the one for BEST outfit design goes to 👇

like wow wowza mmmhmm yeah! this man is hot hot HOT 🔥🔥🔥

I had to kiss him HE IS SO FINEEEEEEEEEEE

oh, Jack is kinda sweet... if he looked more like Lewie/Alex he would be favourite boy of the season for sureeee

keep the compliments coming, darling

I had to kiss him too. you know, to be polite.

but it was just a peck, tho

okay, NOW JIN!!!

having a spicy conversation with the guy I want to fuck and his currently girl isn't how I planned to spend my afternoon but here we go

"You're adventurous. You're fun to be around. And you'd make every sight even more beautiful", "Okay. Where's the punch line?", "There isn't one :)" OKAY GAG ME WITH THE WRITING

FUNNY BOY WHO'S A HISYORY NERD? OH OKAY!!!! BIG T??? NO IT'S BIG J!!!!!! JIMOTHY!!!

lmao Sophie mixing the boys up she's so me

Claudia is a real one let me tell you that

she's nice, she doesn't force herself upon us, she's polite, she give us all the tea, and she even help us to graft on the boys behind their girls' backs. like, THAT'S MY GIRL

and if Theo doesn't step up she will DEFINITELY be mine

TIME TO PICK MY BOY LET'S GOOOOOOOO

so sad to see Luna go, I really like her :/

lmao???????????

I TAKE BACK EVERY GOOD THING I SAID ABOUT JACK WTFFFF 😭😭😭😭

he was so out of pocket ?? what's your deal man, are you jealous I picked Jin instead of you? we kissed ONCE. be sooooooooo for real rn

okay Sophie you can join your boy in this bullshit he still cheated on you with me when you weren't looking (and he probably would do it again)

no. I won't forgive you?? you were basically calling me a whore back then and now you are SORRY? don't say something you'll regret later that's not cute.

and he's supposed to be serious?

anyway, stressful night over. time to go to bed with my babygirl Jin

BITS BITS BITS BITS

29 gems to go all the way? what is this?

they could've make the scene a little longer but they have gotten way better ever since the writers dropped the word crescendo

MR TYLER WHO ARE YOU?

still not 100% sure if I'm going with Jin or Oakley but I'm leaning towards Jin, I'm not gonna lie 😁 I did some stuff that will fuck me over on movie night if fusebox finally learnt how to code (which they prolly didn't so I guess I'm safe)

I really enjoyed this episode except for the part when Jack and Sophie went full on villain mode but if the narrative made sense all of the time it wouldn't be LITG, right?

anyway, let's see what this Tyler guy is about... see you all next week 🫶

#litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg s8 #bia plays s8 #anyways #hiii tyler

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 9 months

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☆There's No Place Like Home☆

《You are new to this... Neighborhood? Where the hell are you?》

Episode 3: Drive And Lullabies

[Pilot] [1] [2]

《Warnings: the subject matter this site has are potentially disturbing. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Welcome Home was created by Clown @/ partycoffin 》

Once your guests had left, you watched from beyond the windows of your supposed "home." The puppets tiredly wave at one another goodbye, completely ignoring your car on the sidewalk as they head to their separate homes.

Huh... Maybe they were too tired to notice?

Taking out your keys, you stare at them unsurely. Looking back through the window and outside surroundings.

Houses of different colors and shapes surround a certain house in the middle of this "neighborhood." It was a bright, warm red shade and rainbow colored trees sticking behind it.

"That's not a normal color.." You mumble, getting closer to the window. Watching Wally, the supposed owner of the house, walks up the steps.

The door of the house flies open as its window shutters towards your direction. Loud squeaks and bangs once it looked back at Wally. No longer where there curtains that once covered, windows, no...

It was the creatures eyelids.

The glass windows now showcasing big, black pupils. It was unsightly.

Wally looks back at your home. But now more specifically, your frozen form by your own window.

He smiles, waving his hand at you in goodbye as he walks inside his "home".

You lower your body to the ground. Cradling your head, muttering and mumbling in terror as your hands shake.

The jingles of your keys clashing with one another wake up from your madness.

"I.. I can.. leave.." You breathe out, legs wobbly and body wanting to collapse from all the terror.

"I.. I can leave.. Just get to the car.. And GO." You rationalized finding your footing as you turn the doorknob of the house. Cautiously walking to your car as you ignore the 'living house'.

Unlocking your door, you throw it up and start the car-

[OUT OF GAS]

"No.. No.. NO NO NO!" You bang your fists on the dashboard in anger. Baring your teeth like a animal as you scream and cry.

Banging your head on the stirring wheel stupidly as you croak out a fragile wail in pain.

Slumping against the car window after your.. Fit. You see the many colored houses lined up in front of you, causing you to close your eyes and steady your breathing.

"I can figure it out... I only have to try..."

You mutter tiredly, turning away from your "neighbors" homes and looking at the one you supposedly "moved-in".

You close your eyes, clutching your keys and lowering your seat.

"Please... Let this be some fucked up dream."

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[Ta-Da! In honor of the Welcome Home site update! I've decided to post another installment! Comments are super duper appreciated! I need to know I still got readers who love their dorky little puppet pals! Thanks for reading!]

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