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tbsangstersgf · 2 months

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Dumb plan part two!!

Warnings:spice (no smut), cursing, drinking

(Requests are open and I would love any critiques!)

(Loosely based off @gladerscake incorrect tmr quote, go follow her she writes very well! Also I’ve been meaning to get this done for days now but I just keep getting distracted so here you go I finally pushed through)

It had been two weeks since you and Gally started “dating”.

Two weeks since you two kissed.

Neither one of you had talked about it since, and neither of you had made the move to kiss again. Like the plan, you had both stopped showing a bunch PDA once other Gladers noticed.

It was getting to be too much for you. At night you lay awake, not being able to get it out of your head.

During the day you were constantly distracted at your job as a track-hoe.

It’s just a kiss, pull yourself together y/n.

“Y/n? Hello? Earth to y/n!” Newts voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, I’m just not feeling all that great today Newt.”

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you the rest of the day to rest, so you can be ready for the bonfire tonight. You’ve been kind of off lately.” His tone grows to one of concern, and he looked at you with his brow furrowed.

“Oh it’s nothing, I’m just tired.”

“Okay… just rest up so we can let loose and have fun tonight.” He looks at you with a warm smile, Newt has always been like a brother to you, and you can count on him to take care of you.

For a second you think about telling him everything going on in your mind, but you didn’t want to sound ungrateful. It was partly his plan after all.

“Thanks Newt” with a hug, you head to your hut. You had your own hut because Gally didn’t think it would be safe for the only girl to be sleeping around a bunch of boys with nothing to protect her but a hammock.

Gally. He’s been one of the few people that you’ve trusted ever since you’d come to the Glade, about two months after he did. You didn’t get really close for about 3 months, but even from the beginning you had a little crush on him. Over time it grew and grew, along with your friendship.

I mean how could you not like Gally?

He’s strong, handsome, and damn those arms, but he’s also a very caring and respectful guy. He’s passionate when it comes to the things he cares about, and puts effort into the things that he loves.

Not looking where you were going and being lost in your thoughts, you all of the sudden run into someone. Feeling yourself start to fall backwards, and wi the a yelp, you desperately try to grab something to stop your fall. You accidentally grab their shirt and you pull them down with you, and unfortunately, on top of you.

Great, just great.

“Woah, you good there?” An unfamiliar voice asks you. You look up to see a Glader that you don’t recognize.

“Oh yeah I’m sorry, it’s been a long day and I wasn’t really paying attention.” You sigh, it really had been a long day.

“Wanna get off of my girlfriend now?”

“Oh uh Gally! I didn’t see you there how was- i mean how- how are you?” The glader looked anywhere but at you as Gally shot daggers at him with his eyes.

“Oh me? I’m great it’s just a little maddening to see a guy sitting on top of my girlfriend you know. Kind of puts a damper on my mood.” Gally gets closer and closer to Glader, now staring down at him.

“Gally it’s not what you think—“ Gally shoots you a glare and you shut up real quick.

“Anyways I’m gonna… go now?”

As the glader disappeared into the distance, Gally turned to you with a look on his face that could kill.

“Y/n,” he started to walk towards you.

“There’s no point in this-us- if you’re in the Deadheads messing around with some random Glader.” He continues to move closer to you, and you slowly start to back up.

“I know that, believe me, I just ran into him and fell and-really it’s not what you think it was, it was nothing.”

“Really? You seemed in no hurry to get him off of you.” You feel your back hits something solid, a tree maybe?

Gally puts his hands on either side of your head, and leans in, maintaining eye contact.

Red flushes to your face and you quickly look down.

“Y/n- look at me.” You look up at Gally meets your gaze. For a moment you two just stare, and he searches your face for something thing. Slowly he moves forward, barely an inch-but then he pulls away and walks off. You stare at him as he just walks away, a puzzled expression on your face.

What the hell? What was that about? He seemed so…jealous? But we’re not actually dating?

Whatever- you were just gonna go back to your hut so you could let loose at the bonfire and not have to deal with any of your problems.

An hour or so later, Newt come to get you for the bonfire. For an hour or so you’re up and dancing around, drinking, and having the time of your life. You played truth or dare with a group of Gladers and had drunk at least two and half jars of Gally’s drink.

Once you’re sufficiently drunk to where nothing could get you down, you plop down close to the fire, in between the Minho and Gally.

“You know Minho” you turn to Gally, and he and Minho look at each other. “You’re a shank”

Gally laughs “Ya hear that Minho? You’re a shank!”

“I have a secret to tell you Minho.”

Gally just smiles and says “Oh really, you have a secret for Minho?”

“Yep- it’s a-it’s a big one- about Gally” you slur your words.

“Oh really?” Minho laughs as you turn back to face the fire.

“Yep” you say quietly. For about five minutes, you just sit silently staring into the fire, Minho and Gally share a look behind your back, confused by your sudden silence. You chug the rest of your jar full of Gally’s special drink, and turn to Gally out of nowhere.

“You know Gally has no idea I’m in love with him”

Gally’s face of amusement turned to one of shock. His whole demeanor changed from confident and assertive to flustered and unsure.

“You’re in love with me?”

“Oh sorry” turning to Minho, you look at him seriously. “Gally has no idea I’m in love with him.”

Minho bursts into laughter, stands up, pats Gally on the back and walks over to Newt, laughing the whole time.

“What’s so funny?” you turn Gally and he looks at you with the biggest smile on his face. Slowly, veryyyyy slowly, you realize what just happened.

Oh shit.

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah y/n, oh shit”

“Listen- I’m fuck- I’m really sorry Gally I’m just gonna go to bed now I’m obviously not thinking straight.”

You stand, turning to leave when a strong hand grabs your wrist just as you’re about to walk away.

“Y/n-“

“No Gally, seriously I’m sorry, I really can’t believe i slipped up like that, but I can’t deal with this right now.” You pull your hand out of his grip and start to walk away, tears starting to form in your eyes.

Two strong hands grab your waist and spin you around to face Gally, so that his hands are on your waist, and your hands are on his chest. Heat immediately flushes to your face and you look up at him in surprise.

“Gally?” He stares at you for a moment, eyes roaming over your face. You start to try and pull away, when one of his hands reaches up and cups your cheek, surprisingly gentle. “Y/n-“ his nose brushes yours, and then his lips are on yours.

The kiss isn’t very long, but it’s perfect. When he pulls away you smile, and he laughs a bit.

Feeling bold and empowered by his kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss.

This one lasts a lot longer, yours and Gally’s lips moving in sync. He pulls you tightly against him, and one of his hands moves to your hair.

“GET A ROOM!” Newt yells at you from across the clearing.

“Gally-maybe we should take this somewhere more private?” You break the kiss, breathing just as heavily as he is and give him a big smile.

Without a word, he picks you up bridal style, in the background Newt and Minho start clapping.

“FINALLY!” One of them calls out.

Along the way to Gally’s hut, you get impatient and start to kiss his neck. He groans softly and looks down at you.

As you keep kissing his neck getting lower and lower he stops somewhere in the Dead heads. He gently sets you down and kisses you sweetly.

“Couldn’t wait till the hut?” You laugh a bit then run your hands along his arms and up to his shoulders.

All of the sudden he grabs both of you hands in one of his, and roughly pushes you up against a tree, pinning your hands above your head. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just stares directly into your eyes with an intensity that you had never seen before.

“Gally? Are you gonna say something?” You’re both breathing heavily, and confusion at his actions is setting in.

“Y/n, you’re beautiful.” Never in Gally’s life had he been so honest with someone.

Then he leaned in and kissed her like it was the last thing he’d ever do, you groan into the kiss, and his other hand moves to your hip and gently squeezes it. His lips move down to your neck and you lay your head back against the tree.

Gally releases your hands and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Now free, your hands move to his hair, and his hands start to roam your body. The one on your waist moves to your thigh and squeezes it, the one previously pinning you hands against the tree moves to rest just under your chest. Gally moves back up to your mouth and kisses you again, then he throws you over your shoulder.

“Gally! A warning would be great!” You yelped in surprise, now hanging over his shoulder.

“Deal with it.” He walks to his hut and throws you on the bed, and lays down next to you. He moves so that you’re laying completely on top of him. He kisses your head and starts to slowly run his hands through your hair.

“Gally? Why’d you stop so suddenly?” You shift and look up at him.

“You’re drunk- i didn’t want to do something that you might regret.” His voice is level and soothing. With a nod, you lay back down on his chest.

“I love you too by the way y/n” it’s soft, but it’s there. You smile and kiss him gently, lying down again.

As you two are falling asleep, you whisper

“I wouldn’t have regretted it-not with you.”

He gently wraps his strong arms around you in response, and you both fall asleep with smiles on your faces.

#gally tmr #tmr #gally x reader #gally x you #the maze runner #tmr gally #gally

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hermannsthumb · 1 year

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hello! the summer prompt list looks so fun <3 what about pool floats and lemonade.. maybe someone's been coaxed to lounge by the pool... IN the pool.. an unheard of idea. and with a (plastic) cup of lemonade too.. how risky!

26. Pool + 19. Lemonade

from the summer prompts meme here

it's still sad and vaguely cold here but i am fantasizing about not being sad and cold, so i'm sending the boys to somewhere random and warm and doing some summer fills i didn't get around to last year!

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When Newt makes his way into his and Hermann’s shared hotel room, he's disappointed—but, tragically, not surprised, like, at all—to find Hermann shrouded in darkness and hunched over his laptop, tapping away wildly into what looks like his PPDC email. Shades and blackout curtains drawn in front of the two big windows, all lights but some tiny desk lamp switched off, Hermann himself bundled up in a sweater and his thick wool slacks like it's not ninety-fucking-degrees outside, all that shit. He's got the air conditioning blasting at least, but it's still enough to make Newt (flourishing happily in a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top) wince. He sighs instead of greeting Hermann. "Dude," he says. "This is really pathetic."

He flips the overhead light on, half expecting Hermann to turn away and hiss at him like a vampire or something. No hissing, but he does scowl at Newt in a way that's probably even scarier. And also kind of funnier. For all of Hermann's posturing and stuffiness, sometimes he really does just look like a mean, puffed-up cat. "Go away," Hermann says.

"Nah," Newt says.

He tosses a brown paper shopping bag on Hermann's bed.

"It's a bathing suit," he says, before Hermann can poke his way inside. It's a hideous bathing suit, actually, but Newt was limited to the options the gift shop in the lobby offered, so it was either something floral and speedo-adjacent that Hermann wouldn't be caught dead in, or standard(/boring), baggy blue trunks with the hotel logo stamped across the left leg. He's actually kind of regretting not going for the floral ones, if not just to see if he could somehow coax Hermann into them. Hermann's skin above the small pale sliver just exposed by his pants hemline remains a tantalizing mystery to Newt. "I had to kind of guess the size, but I think it should fit okay."

"Bathing suit?" Hermann echoes suspiciously.

"It's nice out," Newt says. "There's a pool, you need a break, so we're going swimming." Newt spotted the pool the second their taxi dropped them off and has been fantasizing about it ever since. It's what got him through every minute of the week-long conference, every bitchy look Hermann tossed his way, every dumb question posed to him in the Q&A sessions. Compensation. Vengeance. They have twenty-four hours of downtime before they have to pack things back up and head back to the Shatterdome (which does technically have a pool, but it's indoors, rarely cleaned, and technically off-limits for anyone who's not a ranger, unless you're like Newt, who sneaks in to go swimming anyway), and Newt's going to enjoy himself.

Hermann pulls the blue trunks out of the bag, examines them skeptically, and drops them to the floor with more disgust than strictly necessary. He uses the end of his cane to push them even further away. Newt bends down with an eyeroll. “Don’t be a dick, man, those cost like, fifty bucks.” Official hotel merch or whatever. Okay, they actually cost closer to thirty-five, but Newt wants to make Hermann feel as guilty as possible. He picks up the trunks and kindly returns them to his ungrateful lab partner. “Look,” he says, “either you hang out with me outside for like, an hour, tops, and I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night, or I’m hanging out with you in here. It’s my room too, bro. Roomies.”

He's thinking movie night, pizza, chatting loudly with (at?) Hermann until he can get the guy to snap and probably attempt to smother Newt with a pillow. There’s a visible flash of dread behind Hermann’s eyes: it satisfies something deep within Newt’s soul. “You’re a despicable waste of space,” Hermann spits, but he slams his laptop shut, and angrily rips the bedspread off from around his body. The cuffs of his baggy wool slacks are rolled around his ankles and Newt catches a glimpse of sock garters. “Fine, you bastard. I’ll go for a swim with you if it makes you happy, and buys me a moment of peace tonight. You’re like—you’re like a bloody toddler sometimes, you know. You’re like—”

“Cool!” Newt says. Hermann gapes at him in wordless fury. “I’ll meet you in the hallway in ten.”

Hermann fidgets and tugs uncomfortably at the waistband of his little swim shorts the whole ride down in the elevator, and, lingering by the poolside, he does the drawstring back up twice while Newt kindly blows up a small, inflatable lounge chair he also bought for him at the gift shop for way too much money Hermann looks wrong like this somehow: out of his element of hunching over computer screens and breathing in chalk dust, swim trunks paired bizarrely with his little brown Oxfords (the only shoes he brought with them), glasses on a chain still bouncing against his chest. The pool is deserted except for them—their own private swim club. Probably because people are understandably kind of wary of bodies of water these days, even ones chlorinated and decently far from the Pacific. “It’s too hot,” Hermann gripes. He shields his eyes with his hand as he glares up at the sun. He smells almost nauseatingly like sunblock. He’s missing a sunhat, Newt thinks. One of those big, dumb, wide-brimmed ones that a movie starlet would wear in 1940-whatever. Or cat-eye sunglasses. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“You were ruining your posture in there,” Newt says. He hoists the lounge chair over his head easily and tosses it into the pool, where it hits the surface of the water with a satisfying splat. Hermann wrinkles his nose as no more than two droplets of water have the audacity to land on one of his skinny, hairless calves. Newt pats the lounge chair. “In twenty years, you’ll be like, 'man, I’m so glad my best friend in the whole world Newt was there to rescue me from a life of slouching and back pain, I should send him a gift basket.'”

“‘What was the name of that annoying fellow who used to make my every waking moment miserable?’” Hermann says. “‘I’m so thankful that I haven’t seen him in twenty years and will never have to, ever, again.’”

“Get in the pool, you drama queen,” Newt says.

Hermann delicately undoes each button of his crisp white button-down with one hand, and slips it from his shoulders one arm at a time. It’s strangely mesmerizing and even more strangely alluring, like Newt’s in the front row of the world’s stuffiest strip club, though Hermann is still wearing a loose undershirt beneath it. His arms are pasty and tinted a ghostly white with more sunblock. He has nice shoulders, unfortunately. “If you wouldn’t mind,” he says, easing himself out of his shoes, and hands both his shirt and cane to Newt as Newt offers him an arm.

He doesn’t look any less uncomfortable on the floatie once Newt helps him down onto it. More uncomfortable, in fact: one leg straight out in front, the other crooked half-under the water at a weird angle, slouching in worse on himself than he had been in bed as the floatie bobs and drifts with the rippling surface of the water. He squints up at the sun, scowling, and then squints over at Newt, still scowling. His knuckles are clenched tightly around the edges of the float’s pink vinyl. “I feel so relaxed,” he says, bitchily.

“I’m getting you a drink,” Newt says. “Stay right there.”

The small outdoor bar is thankfully open and manned despite the lack of poolgoers other than Newt and Hermann. Newt gets an overpriced cocktail with several skewers of pineapple in it for himself, and a modest spiked lemonade for Hermann, which he makes sure to stick the largest bendy straw he can find in the hopes of making Hermann scoff and roll his eyes. Hermann is still swaying awkwardly on his little pink throne when Newt finally kicks off his sandals and clothing and (flinching very slightly at the sudden chill on his skin) wades in to join him. Hermann greets him with an expression of mild horror. “What on Earth is that?” he says.

“It’s some sort of piña colada, dude, I don’t know,” Newt says. "It's good though."

“Not that,” Hermann says. He looks down pointedly at Newt’s waist. “Where did you find that thing? It’s absolutely hideous.”

Newt couldn’t get the floral speedo-thing for Hermann, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t absolutely get it for himself, even if it maybe, like, fits very badly, and he’ll probably toss it out the second they get back to the Shatterdome. He loves it. He loves it even more now that he knows Hermann hates it, and models it for him happily. “I think it’s funny,” he says, and hands over the lemonade. (Hermann's eyes widen in momentary mild scandal at the prospect of drinking in a public pool—the bar is there for a reason, man!—and then takes it anyway.) “Here, seriously, drink this, relax. We’re not on the clock. You can like, not be miserable for once. Isn’t it nice to not be miserable?”

Hermann looks kinda miserable.

“When’s the last time you went swimming?” Newt tries again.

“In the summer of my twelfth birthday,” Hermann says, solemnly. “We went on holiday to the coast. That was before—” He gestures at his left hip, where his undershirt has bunched up and his trunks have ridden down just enough for Newt to catch a glimpse of puckered scar tissue. “—so I was actually a decently strong swimmer then.”

“See? That sounds—”

“But I nearly drowned, of course, when my brother pushed me off some rocks,” Hermann continues. “He’d meant it as a prank; I suspect he didn’t realize how strong the current was, or how deep the spot beneath the rocks was. It was a bit frightening, really. My sister had to go in after me. We never went on holiday again.”

“Oh,” Newt says. “Okay.”

Hermann gives him a weird, half-smile. “I’m kidding.”

“Oh,” Newt says again, not entirely sure which part Hermann’s kidding about, and whether or not he should laugh. He gives an equally weird chuckle and takes a long sip of his drink to avoid thinking of something else to say as Hermann does the same with his own. Newt’s adjusted enough to the water temperature that it actually feels good now, especially with the hot sun beating down on them overhead. He shuts his eyes and curls his knees up until he’s no longer touching the bottom of the pool, letting his body go loose, relaxed. He feels Hermann reach out and snatch a skewer of fruit from his glass.

“Yours looks much better than mine,” Hermann says through a mouthful of pineapple. “Let’s swap.”

“Bathing suits?” Newt says.

He cracks an eye open enough to watch Hermann make a face at him, but he passes over his fruity drink anyway, accepting the spiked lemonade in its place. Hermann sticks his straw in Newt’s drink and drains it quickly. Between that and Newt’s extremely thoughtful(/expensive) trip to the gift shop for them both, he kind of feels like Hermann’s getting more out of this little adventure than him. Whatever, though, it’s fun seeing Hermann shed some layers. Of the metaphorical emotional sense. It’s fun seeing him shed some physical layers too, but those are strictly unprofessional thoughts for Newt to be entertaining about his stuffy co-worker. He’ll say this though—it’s great finding out Hermann’s limbs exist beyond the constraints of sweatervests and oversized pants. It's even better finding out he's kind of hot, in a bony, gangly sort of way.

Hermann polishes off the remaining few pieces of pineapple and sets the empty glass on the edge of the pool. He grazes one hand across the surface of the water, dipping his arm in up to the elbow, and smiles lazily at Newt. Newt feels a little funny, a little too warm—like maybe his few sips of booze have gone to his head already or he’s been out in the sun too long. Then Hermann flicks water at his face. “Dick,” Newt says, but he grins as (Hermann giving a half-hearted grunt of protest) he uses a dry part of Hermann’s undershirt to wipe off his glasses.

“I could go for another drink,” Hermann says. “If you wouldn't mind, that is, Newton."

"Ugh, fine."

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag

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jfleamont · 2 years

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@jilytoberfest's 31 prompts

Prompt 7 - Sirius meddles with Jily

Do You Want To Know A Secret?

Read the full fic under the cut or on AO3

“I knew it. It was bound to happen.”

Lily sat down in the booth - Sirius had chosen the one in the corner, right next to the window - with very little grace, almost spilling the cold butterbeers as she set them on the table. The Three Broomsticks weren't particularly crowded that Tuesday afternoon. Everyone preferred Diagon Alley on summer days like this one, where they could get ice cream and go shopping for new clothes.

(The fact that they wore uniforms nearly 80% of the time didn't stop her classmates, especially now that they were about to start their last year at Hogwarts).

Which is precisely why Lily was here instead. She had asked Mary to hang out, but she deemed Hogsmeade too quaint, too provincial for her... So she had opted for Sirius, who was more at ease in a place like this, away from London and at a safe enough distance from his estranged family.

“What?” he said, before chugging nearly half of his drink in one go.

She hadn't told him he was her second choice— it would have been too cruel. Besides, even if he had been keeping her secret for a while, she wasn't willing to test his limits.

“Running into one of James' old flames. Sometimes I forget how small the wizarding world is.”

Cornelia Kettleburn was sitting on a stool, all long hair and even longer legs, sipping elegantly on a drink Lily didn't recognise.

Sirius' eyes travelled across the room with curiosity. “Who are you talking about— oh, her.”

His eyes narrowed imperceptibly - Lily didn't bother asking why, the less she knew about her, the better - and spoke. “At least it's one of his recent ones.”

“Recent ones?” Lily frowned. She had last seen them together at Remus' birthday party in the common room, and they were now well into July.

“... Yes?” He said, one eyebrow raised, looking every bit the aristocrat that he was. “Evans, James hasn't seen anyone since— well, in ages.”

Lily knew that, and it was James himself who had told her. He wasn't looking for serious relationships, he had confessed one day while Slughorn explained the effects of Amortentia. “Sirius wouldn't be too happy if I cheated on him, anyway”, he had joked. She also knew that Quidditch and NEWTs were keeping him very busy, so she hadn't questioned him further on the matter. She hadn't done so for another reason: her growing feelings - of which she wasn't aware of at the time - had prevented her from asking questions she wouldn't have liked the answer to.

“I know he doesn't date, Sirius.”

He rolled his eyes, as if she were a little child and he was holding onto of his last bit of patience. “No, I mean— fine, he hasn't shagged anyone since March.”

“Since March?”

“Since March.”

Lily shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Mmh.”

“You wanna ask me why.”

Was he a Legilimens as well as an Animagus? How dare he know her so well?

“No. I mean, yeah. But that's none of my business.”

Sirius tapped his glass, and it was once again full. “Actually, I'd argue that it is very much your business”, he paused, looking at her poignantly, “but I'm still not going to say anything.”

“Out of loyalty”, she said matter-of-factly.

“I mean, not no, but...”, at this, Lily snorted and relaxed a little bit. “You're my friend, too, Red. And you should ask him directly. It's exhausting to hear you two complain to me all the time. I'm not built for this.”

“First of all, I don't complain all the time—”

“Prongs does.”

Lily sighed, but didn't hide her amusement. “And secondly, you love it. You're a right gossip, Black. Rita Skeeter doesn't hold a candle to you.”

Sirius pulled a face, cringing at her comparison. “I offer my services freely and this is the treatment I get? What an ungrateful woman you are. I shall warn my brother about you.”

Lily knew he was only joking, but she knew her new, tentative friendship with James hadn't erased their past. “James knows better than anyone how awful I can be.”

Sirius considered her words, and for once there was no hint of malice in his expression. “That's true. I'd even go so far as saying that he enjoys that side of you more than the nice one.”

“What, he likes it when I'm mean? Did he tell you that?” She added jokingly, trying to sound casual and not at all desperate for something to hold onto, a sign, a reason to keep hoping for something more.

His eyes, that had - up till then - been fixed on her, were suddenly drawn to a spot behind her, and a slow smile spread across his face.

“No. But you can ask him yourself... He just walked in.”

Lily paled and slowly turned her head and there he was, wiping his glasses on his muggle t-shirt as he squinted at the menu. What an idiot, she thought, he's blind as a bat. She was equal parts endeared and terrified... And perhaps a little turned on, as she was now staring at his exposed stomach. She wasn't worried about being caught by him - he still hadn't put on his glasses, so she was safe - but when she heard Sirius' snicker, she looked back at him and fixed him with a death stare.

“Traitor”, she hissed.

Sirius simply grinned.

“You, Sirius Black, are a dead man.”

“Aw, you sound like mother dearest.”

Lily ignored his remark. “You will pay for this.”

“Empty threats, Mrs. Potter, empty threats.”

#jilytober #Jilytober fest 2022 #jily #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #blackevans friendship at its finest #harry potter #marauders #jfleamont rambles #YES IT'S TITLED AFTER YET ANOTHER BEATLES SONG AND I WILL NOT APOLOGISE

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goldie90 · 3 years

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Going to the zoo with the Sawyers 🐘🐢🐒🐍

Going to the zoo would be another nice thing I would like to do with Nubbins and his family. I guess, this could be something that everyone of them would enjoy and of course, it´s also one of the things that we can do with grandpa (even though, like with every family outing, he wouldn´t even know where we are😞)

Exceptionally, it wouldn´t be all too hard to convince Drayton to go with us, because the grumpy old broom man actually likes zoos, as long as they´re have a nice selection of fishes there.🐠 You should know, fishes are Drayton´s favorite animals (in fact, they´re the only animals that he really likes). He likes them because they´re quiet and watching them can be really relaxing, also they´re nice to look at.

Most likely, our little family outing would start with quite a long drive, cause there´s of course no zoo in Newt and let me tell you, it won´t be a very nice drive, due to some little issues.🙁 It would start with Drayton and Chop getting into an argument about the radio. Because Chop always wants to pick the station, but Drayton highly dislikes his taste in music, he´d set up a no-radio-rule, which enters into force whenever he and Chop are in the car together. Of course, Chop don´t want to accept this rule and so he will constantly try to turn the radio on, which results in Drayton smacking his hand everytime he does so. Then they´re start to yell at each other, exchanging some very creative insults and that would be the moment when I start to wonder why I didn´t took some earplugs with me (Honestly, at this point I should really know it better😯)

Anyways, at some point Drayton would finally have enough, so he would stop the car and grab his broom🧹to give Chop a good beating, cause that´s obviously the only language that he understands, but Chop don´t want to get beaten up and so he opens the door and jumps out of the car, which leads to Drayton follow him outside and then chase him all over the road for a while, while the rest of us stays in the car and waits for the two of them to come back and when they´re finally do so, Chop will definitely have some bruises, while Drayton will be in a really bad mood, so needless to say that the rest of the drive won´t be a nice joyride for anyone of us.😟 We´re not allowed to listen to the radio, but instead we have to listen to Drayton who gives us a full speech about how ungrateful everyone of us is (and of course, he won´t shut up about it until we reach our destination😩).

When we´re finally at the zoo, we´re heading straight to the aquariums, cause that´s where Drayton wants to go first and because he´s the one who paid for the tickets, he´s also the one who makes the decisions, or at least that´s what he says. And because we all know that it´s better not to argue with him about this topic, we´ll just go with him, to look at some nice fishes and other sea animals.

And now Drayton´s mood will change completely. All of a sudden, he seems really happy, smiling while looking at the fishes with a dreamy expression. At this moment he´s thinking about how his life would be if he were a fish. Oh, he would be a beautiful fish and he would do nothing else than swimming around all day. He would neither know, nor care about the world outside of his aquarium and he would have absolutely nothing to worry about. It would be so nice....

He will be completely lost in his thoughts, just standing there with the broom in his hand and staring into the aquarium smiling to himself, while Bubba would standing next to him, waiting patiently for him to finish watching the fishes, so we could go to see the other animals. Meanwhile I would take grandpa and walking around with him a bit, showing him the different sea animals and talking to him, even though he can´t answer and it´s very unlikely that he even understands what I say.😔

After spending an whole hour at the aquariums, Drayton would finally awake from his daydream, so that we would finally be able to leave the aquariums and now I would looking forward to seeing my favorite animals:

While Bubba wants to see some cute fluffy koalas:

But before we´re able to move even a few steps away from the aquarium, we´re realize something that will force us to change our plans: Nubbins and Chop have disappeared.

In fact, they already sneaked away half an hour ago, because they´re got bored with watching the fishes and now they are wandering around somewhere in the zoo all by themselves.

Needless to say, Drayton won´t be happy about this. No, quite the opposite, he´s completely enraged.😠 These damn idiots, how dare they´re just walking away? Now he can go and search the whole zoo for them, like he didn´t got better things to do. Oh, just wait until he´ll found them, they will get a beating that they won´t forget all too soon!

Yes, he will be so angry that he will rant about it quite loudly and therefore we will get some curious looks from the people around us, which Drayton won´t even realize due to his angry state.

Meanwhile Bubba starts to cry, because the fact that the twins are missing is just too much for him.😢 At this moment he´s actually really scared, cause the zoo is so big and there are so many people - what if we can´t find them? We wouldn´t leave without them, right? We CAN`T leave without them! Yes, he even thinks about the possibility of never seeing them again and of course, this thought makes him cry even harder and I think it´s safe to say that at this point every single person in the immediate vicinity is going to stare at us👀 and who can blame them?😔

I would try my best to comfort Bubba and assure him that we will find the twins, while Drayton would continue with his angry rant, which of course, wouldn´t help to calm Bubba down. The only one who´s pretty unfazed by the whole situation is grandpa and that´s because he got absolutely no clue what´s going on.😞

So when Drayton and Bubba both finally calm down, (which wouldn´t happen all too soon) we would start to search for the twins. We would go to every place, that we think could be interesting for them, but sadly without any success. In fact, after two hours of wandering around, we would even start to wonder if they´re still in the zoo at all. Maybe they´re left without us? This thought causes Bubba to immediately cry again, so I would again have to comfort him, while Drayton would angrily mumble to himself, about how these two half-wits can do that to him. All he wanted was a nice peaceful day at the zoo and now look what happened! He will get so worked up about this, that he´ll gets louder and louder, which of course, will lead to people staring at us again.🙄

When it seems like we already searched every corner of the zoo and there´s still no sign of my dear husband or my favorite brother in law, we would decide to go back to the parking lot and simply waiting there for them, but on our way to the exit, something will caught our attention.

Right in front of the giant tortoise enclosure, a huge crowd has formed and all these people are intensily watching something that´s currently happening in the enclosure. And let me tell you, it´s not about something the turtles do.

No, these friendly giantic reptilians were just minding their own business, leisurely walking around, ate some grass and just doing what turtles do

when all of a sudden two men decided to climp over the fence into the enclosure and now the biggest turtle:

is forced to carry one of them on it´s back, while the other one is excitedly jumping around with a camera in front of it and taking pictures of the whole thing. 📸

Needless to say that me, Drayton and Bubba will be completely shocked and also deeply embarrassed, when we realize that these two crazy guys are in fact our two crazy guys. Yes, the man who´s currently standing on the giantic turtle´s shell like it´s a surfboard is in fact Chop and the man who almost slams his camera in the poor turtle´s face while taking picture after picture is of course Nubbins.

And now things are getting really chaotic, cause a group of zookeepers is already running up to them, while Drayton also climp into the enclosure with the broom in his hand, determined to give the twins the beating of their lifetime. 🧹😠

Meanwhile me and Bubba will stand on the other side of the fence with grandpa (who is currently taking a little nap in his wheelchair😴) and watching how Drayton beats Nubbins and Chop with the broom, while the zookeepers are trying to drag all three of them away from the poor turtle, which is still standing in the center of the whole chaos. Drayton accidentely hits one of the zookeepers in the face with his broom, which causes them to stumble and fall against the turtle. This actually very friendly reptile is now definitely having enough and so it decides to bite Drayton in the leg. Immediately, his angry screams are turning into screams of pain and when the zookeepers finally managing to drag him and the twins out of the enclosure, he hobble very noticeable.

The zookeepers will escort us to the exit of the zoo and highly recommend us to never come back again.

On the whole drive back home, Drayton yells at the twins and swears that, if he ever goes to some public place with them again, he will put both of them on a leash.

So that whole family outing wasn´t what we expected it to be (I wasn´t able to see the snakes, Bubba had no chance to see the koalas, we are now banned from the zoo and so on and so on...). But there´s also one good thing coming out of the whole disaster: Due to the turtle bite, Drayton won´t be able to chase us with the broom for quite some time.😃

#nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #drayton sawyer #bubba sawyer #grandpa sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre #domestic fantasies #another family outing #maybe putting the twins on a leash won´t be a bad idea at all

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tomboyneedshercoffee · 4 years

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Who’s in Charge Pt2 || Maze Runner X Reader

Summary: Y/N does her best to make Teresa feel welcome in a glade full of boys, but one particular greenie ruins her plans and makes her question her insanity.

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s note: This is somewhat a continuation off of Who’s in charge and If i continue this mini series, I really want to explore the idea of being a girl in a leadership role. Not only that but the somewhat glamorization of how awesome it would be to be the only girl in a glade cause unless they all look like Minho, that would be TERRIFYING. I love attention but goddamn Y/N in any fanfic fandom is an attention WHORE!

Warning: LOTS OF CUSSING, incel type shit ew, blood and wounds

Part one || Part two

A lot has changed in the glade in the past couple of months and as the first in command, it didn’t make your job any easier. After the greenie that disrespected you, the glade got two more people, a boy named Thomas and to your surprise, another girl. Her name was Teresa and although the two of you weren’t close, it was nice to have someone you felt like you could automatically trust.

The greenie you didn’t like very much was named Theodore and while everyone else called him Teddy, you always just called him greenie because he still acted like an immature shank. You haven’t had any interactions with him since but word from the other guys was that he would not stop gawking at Teresa.

“ Has anyone seen Teddy? Fry said he hasn’t been back since lunch,” Newt asked as you continued to write down the medical inventory to help out Jeff.

“ Yeah I saw him go down to the huts about 10 minutes ago. He looked like he was in a hurry,” Jeff said as he pointed over towards the window with his pencil.

This wasn’t the first time Teddy had flaked on his duties but after your altercation with him, Newt was usually the one to reprimand him.

You rolled your eyes as you looked down at your clipboard,” I’ll go find him. I have to stop by Teresa’s room anyway since she’s gonna help me rebuild the fence with John and Gavin.”

Newt leaned against the doorway and picked up a small bandage to wrap his finger with,” How’s she liking the glade so far?”

“ I mean, as much as she can like it. I think she’s after Thomas yeah?” You said, raising your eyebrows at him, as you walked out the door with Newt following close behind,” I swear those lovebirds are hiding something. Something tells me that it isn’t all just love at first sight.”

“ Well you’re never wrong so I’ll keep an eye out,” Newt laughed softly as the two of you parted ways.

You continued to walk across the Glade at a normal pace, not so much enjoying the glade itself but the quietness of today. You knew Minho and Thomas were gonna be back any minute and those two were always responsible for the rambunctious crowd of boys every night so you savored the trip.

Given that Teresa was a bit nervous with all of the boys around, you gave up your hut so that way she would have some privacy. Although Teresa seemed to be really familiar with Thomas, you knew that sleeping outside surrounded by boys wasn’t the safest feeling. You did miss how your hut was tucked a bit away from everyone else and that the big tree near your window gave you cool shade during the harsh sun. But it was just for the time being, whenever that was.

You knocked on the door and heard Teresa’s voice on the other side,” One second! I’m changing!”

You gave a quick response and waited outside her door, tapping your fingers against your clipboard in an unknown beat. Once you stopped tapping, you heard something rustle in the leaves on the other side of the hut that was covered by a small part of the forest. You scrunched your eyebrows together as you walked over, thinking that maybe it was just another rabbit.

When you turned the corner, you saw Teddy watching through the corner of Teresa’s window. You looked through the window to find Teresa already stripping off her top which made Teddy hold his breath.

Without thinking, you stomped over and grabbed the back of Teddy’s shirt before dragging him away from the window. I knew I should’ve listened to Alby to make those stupid ugly curtains. Teddy let out a loud yelp as you dragged him farther away and closer to the center of the glade where some of the boys were building another shelter.

“ You stupid fucking pervert!” You shouted as you practically launched him onto the dirt,” you’re disgusting! After everything, this place has done for you and you think you can spy on women like some kind of ...stalker!”

You were well past mad, you had never felt anything like this before. Your whole body felt like it was building up with pure steam, almost ready to explode like hot dynamite. You were nothing short but disgusted, out of your whole time living in the glade, none of the boys had ever done something so terrible.

“ R-Relax! I wasn’t even doing anything wrong-”

You didn’t know what came over you, maybe it was because you hadn’t slept all day or because you hadn’t gotten mad in so long so you were practically itching to get into a fight. You felt your legs pump more blood than ever and in an instant, you pounced on him and started slamming your fists into his face without mercy.

You felt like a well-oiled machine, every time you smashed your fist against his body, you felt your other arm recoil and do the same thing over and over again. You couldn’t even pay attention to anything that was happening around you, all you could do was throw punches. With every punch, you still managed to yell through your gritted teeth,” Ungrateful! Little! Pig!”

Even with his limp, Newt was the fastest to make it over to where you were and tried to rip you away from Teddy, yelling at you to stop. Gally, who was nearby building the shelter, practically picked you up off of Teddy but you still struggled against him.

“ Y/N! You need to calm down-”

“ I am tired of people telling me that to calm down! I am calm!” You shouted as you breathed heavy against Gally, who was using all of his strength to hold you back,” he’s a disgusting pig!”

“ What the hell is going on?” you craned your neck to see Thomas and Minho jogging over to where everyone seemed to circle. You laughed out loud, knowing that once Minho found out what Teddy had done, he would be toast.

Gally let you go and dropped you to the floor not so gently,” There’s been a slight problem. Y/N and Teddy-”

“ Slight problem?” You exclaimed as Minho came to your side, helping you up all while looking at your bloody and bruised knuckles,” Teddy was watching Teresa through her window while she was changing. That isn’t a slight problem Gally! How would you like it if he peeked through your window!”

While some boys laughed at your comment, Minho and Thomas’s head snapped towards Teddy, who was still lying on the ground but sat up on his elbows. His nose was bleeding and by the looks of it, you were sure you gave him two black eyes.

“ She’s lying! She just started attacking me out of nowhere cause she’s fucking crazy!” Teddy spat out blood as you tried to lunge at him again but Thomas pulled you back.

“ What did you just say?” Minho said through gritted teeth as he started walking towards Teddy but Newt and Gally both stepped in between Minho,” say that again, I dare you.”

“ Everyone just stop!” Newt snapped as he turned to look up at Minho,” take Y/N somewhere to cool off while Thomas and I will take Teddy to Clint. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Minho nodded all while keeping his eyes locked on Teddy’s bloody face. Minho was stubborn and as much as he wanted to bash Teddy’s head in, he knew when it was right to follow the chain of command. You shook Thomas’s grip off of your shoulders as your eyes caught Teresa’s, her face flushed in embarrassment.

Before you could muster out a word, Teresa took off back towards your hut, pushing past a group of gladers who were crowding around. You took one sweeping glare towards all the loitering glader’s which made them all spread out back to their posts.

“ Let me patch you up back real quick. You look badass but your knuckles look gross,” Minho hesitated as he attempted to ease the tension in the air and his own blood pressure.

You looked between Minho and where you last saw Teresa, wondering where she could be. You couldn’t imagine how terrified she must have been, especially since she probably saw you beat the hell out of Teddy like there was no tomorrow.

“ Just give me a few minutes, I’m going to go find Teresa,” You said as you rubbed your fingers over your battered fists,” I think she just needs someone to talk to after all of that.”

You and Minho said your goodbyes and before you knew it, you found Teresa on the edge of the deadheads picking at the grass laid before her. You awkwardly sat down next to her and from the looks of it, she had just finished crying.

“ I want to say sorry for what you might have seen. The last thing I wanted to do was scare you or to make you think I’m such a violent person,” You apologized as you watched her expression carefully,” but I’m even more sorry that your privacy was invaded on. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to fix this.”

Instead of giving a sad look, Teresa smiled and let out a dry laugh,” No offense, but there isn’t anything you can do to fix this. It’s literally in their DNA to be so stupid.”

You were completely taken aback. Yes, nothing could ever take back what happened to Teresa but she couldn’t be talking about all of the guys in the glade, could she?

“ I don’t think that’s true and neither do you. Teddy is a sexist pervert for sure but plenty of the glader’s are nice guys. One bad seed doesn’t make the whole tree go rotten,” You said thoughtfully, not wanting to undermine Teresa’s experience.

Teresa turned to you and thought for a moment,” So when you first came up in the box, you weren’t terrified of being the only girl?”

“ Well, I was just terrified because I was alone for the longest time until Newt came up,” You admitted but then you really tried to give your honest opinion,” but yeah, I guess I felt different when more boys would get sent up. It’s not that I was scared at first but I just didn’t know what to expect with all those...hormones.”

You realized that you had never said that out loud before; revealing your feelings for being the only girl in the glade before Teresa and once you actually said it, you felt something wash over you. You weren’t sure if it was sadness or guilt or shame, but you didn’t feel good about your emotions right then and there.

Teresa noticed this too and didn’t say anything else, allowing you to speak more.

You cleared your throat, not even thinking of the right words to say because all you wanted to do was spill everything you had bottled up for years,” The more boys the box sent up, the more stares I would get, even if I was just bending over to pick something up. It felt gross knowing that they were eyeing me up and down like I was just some piece of meat but all of a sudden when it came to me being in a leadership position, they all acted as if I suddenly didn’t matter.”

“I completely understand how you feel. It’s like a cruel joke; they want you around to help engage their sexual fantasies but once you make an executive decision, you’re not fun to be around,” Teresa said, thinking about her past memories of being one of the few female researchers at WCKD,” are they still like that with you now?”

“ I hardly catch any eyes thanks to Minho being as protective as he is but I wonder if he’s just doing that out of the kindness of his heart or because he is trying to get in my pants,” you laughed honestly, knowing that in your heart he was genuinely a sweet guy,” but I don’t know. I can tell sometimes they don’t take me seriously. Remember that last meeting we had and when I gave my proposal, no one really cared but when Newt said it two minutes later, everyone thought he was a genius. I don’t think they mean to do it but it still hurts.”

That was something you were always insecure about; not being taken seriously. You were reminded of that every month when a new glader would show up and they assumed you weren’t the first in command. How was it that you all had no past memories yet in the glade, they already had some form of prejudice against you? You didn’t understand that in a world filled with hardly any societal norms that you were still treated unfairly.

“ But I love everyone here with the exception of a few. At the end of the day, we’re pretty much family. As much as Minho annoys me or how much Newt pesters me, they’re the greatest friends in the world,” You said as you thought back to all of the times they had your back,” but shuck I wish I had a day of peace without the boys tearing down the glade. I just want to get out of this goddamn place already.”

Teresa nodded sympathetically, but knowing that she was one of the reasons you were here trapped, she said nothing.

After a moment of silence, Teresa wanted to clear her head of WCKD’s old thoughts,” What are you going to do about Teddy?”

After this whole discussion, you had completely forgotten why you had come over in the first place.

“ Honestly, I don’t know yet. We’ll keep him in the slammer until we figure something out. Whatever it is though, I know it won’t be enough for how you were violated. I really am sorry that happened to you Teresa, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” You asked as Teresa smiled and gave your hand a small squeeze.

“ I’m just glad I have someone to talk to.”

You nodded as you sat there, not being able to hold in your smile.

Me too.

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slytherblogging · 5 years

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Re-reading POA

Why was Prof Snape so convinced that Harry and Hermione had been confunded by Sirius Black?

‘I suppose he’s told you the same fairy tale he’s planted in Potter’s mind?’ spat Snape. ‘Something about a rat, and Pettigrew being alive –’

Why would the one person who knew exactly how persuasive Black could be think he'd resort to confounding a pair of teenagers?

Maybe because he knew.

‘You haven’t forgotten that, Headmaster? You haven’t forgotten that he once tried to kill me?’

It always struck me as out of character that the kid who hated Sirius Black with a vengeance would listen to him.

The kid who had been bullied for years by Black would go where he said without question.

Maybe because it was.

Maybe he knew exactly how good Sirius Black was at confundus charms.

I mean think about it, can you really be inventing your own spells and improving NEWT level potions and completely forget your own words?

Your own theory that even your best friend is sick of hearing three days after it all came to a head?

‘They sneak out at night. There’s something weird about that Lupin. Where does he keep going?’

'He’s ill,’ said Lily. ‘They say he’s ill –’

'Every month at the full moon?’ said Snape.

‘I know your theory,’ said Lily, and she sounded cold. ‘Why are you so obsessed with them, anyway? Why do you care what they’re doing at night?’

‘I’m just trying to show you they’re not as wonderful as everyone seems to think they are.’ The intensity of his gaze made her blush.

‘They don’t use Dark Magic, though.’ She dropped her voice. ‘And you’re being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night...'

Why did it take James Potter appearing for the kid used to facing a raging, possibly drunk, grown man stone cold calm? The kid who rolled his eyes when he heard his parents yelling didn't think to run when faced with a werewolf?

Come on... I don't think so. Do you?

#severus snape #lily evans #anti sirius black #prisoner of azkaban #meta

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ridiculousravenclaw · 4 years

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The Life of Elara Ware

This is a Harry Potter fanfic. Main character Elara is an original character by moi and is George Weasleys gf they started dating in 5th year. she's half blood hens the mention of muggle technology before anyone asks. And it's set during the GOF. I've never written anything like this before either so be nice.

Chapter 1

Elara couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. She read the note again, unable to hide her relief at the sight of the familiar untidy scrawl. 'Elara its okay we're good. please dont worry. oh and Mom says you can still come. You'll have to share with Ginny and Hermione though. sorry we're a busy house at the moment. but seriously don't worry. None of us got hurt. A bit shaken up but we're fine. Dads been thrown into it at work though sorting it all. I've never seen him look so tired. and mums been really nice to us since we got back. Gotta say I dont know what's more annoying. The way she keeps fussing like we're about to drop dead any minute. I think I preferred her nagging. it wont last long. All it'd take is one glimpse of a joke wand or ton tongue toffee and she'll be back to her normal screaming self. Speaking of which, you wait till I show you what we've done. Think instant. projectile. vomit! genius huh? Anyway I'll see you really soon. Love your favourite red headed knight in shining armour.'

She rolled her eyes. George was many things but a knight in shining armour was pushing it.

Collapsing back onto her bed Elara felt the tension seeping off her shoulders. Ever since the news had broken the previous day about the attack at the quidditch world cup she'd been going out of her mind with worry. No matter how many times she tried she hadn't heard a thing let alone any news on the Weasleys. Until now. She closed her eyes and pushed away the dreadful images that'd been swirling in her mind. Each scenario more terrible than the last. Its okay. They're okay. You'll see them really soon. With that final reassuring thought she sat up and made her way downstairs.

The house was silent, which was to be expected. Her parents were working so she was home alone again. She didn't mind. After all these years she was used to it. Used to the last minute I've got to gos and sorry I'm going to be home lates. They weren't to blame, such was the nature of their jobs. Elara looked around the spacious hallway. The mid afternoon sun shone through the glass door at the end of the hall and lit up the stairwell. Its beams reflecting off the crystals of the chandelier. Her parents had worked hard to pay for all this and they did it all for her. She knew better than to be ungrateful for a few lonely evenings here and there. She glanced across at the clock. 4:30. She was unsure when to expect her mother but Elara knew her dad wouldn't be home anytime soon. She looked at the letter again still clutched tightly in her hands. It was no surprise Mr Weasley had been called in. From what her father had told her the ministry was trying to get every available person in to figure out who was responsible for the disaster at the world cup. As an experienced member of the department of international magical cooperation; Hamlin Ware had been one of the first called on the scene and he hadn't been home since. This told Elara one thing. The ministry of magic didn't have a clue who was behind it or why they attacked.

4:40. It hadn't occurred to her that she'd been stood on the second to last step for 10 whole minutes lost in thought. "get a grip" she muttered to herself under her breathe as she walked towards the kitchen. She was staring at the cupboards trying to decide if she was hungry enough to start cooking dinner when the phone rang.

"Hey honey. how are you doing?" Her mother sounded exhausted on the end of the line.

"yeah I'm good. I've finally heard from George. He's okay. they're all okay."

"well thank heavens for that!" she said. Elara heard her mothers exhale of relief. "yeah I know. He said I'm still okay to stay there for the last few days of the holidays"

"see? we said he'd be alright didn't we? oh and I really don't want to impose on their family, especially after this, but... oh thank the lord for Molly Weasley. Yes. If shes truly okay with that then great. It'd be a massive help. Look I'm sorry my lovely but Adrian's sons not well again. poor lad. hes had to take extended leave to look after him. I mean, why the mother can't look after her own boy now and again is beyond me but, hey, that's none of my business i suppose. And Veronica's being her usual, I'm too important to do any work, self. Oh you should have seen her earlier. 'oh look at me in my brand new Porsche'. its orange! and not a nice orange like a sunset or something. no, like fake tan gone wrong, that's what it looks like. Uh. Anyway. Breathe Mary-Anne. The point is I'm the only other translator in the office that speaks fluent enough Polish for the conference next week. I'm sorry darling that's 2 weeks in London"

Elara could feel her mothers guilt almost radiating through the speaker.

"it's okay mum. really I understand. i dont mind. I'll go to the Weasleys and they can take me to kings cross itll be fine."

"oh my girl what did I do to deserve you?"

"hmm, not sure. but it must've been good. maybe you saved a village from plague in a past life"

Her mother chuckled. Then she grew silent. After a moment she said

"I'm probably going to be late tonight too"

there was no hiding the hint of sadness in her voice.

"I know" Elara said "it's okay. theres some leftovers hiding in this kitchen somewhere and they've got my name on them."

"Larie"

"Mum. stop. it's fine. look I'm going to have some food. have a shower. then have an early night. honestly you're not missing out on much. I'll see you tomorrow. okay?"

"okay. oh Larie I love you. more than anything in this world.

"love you too mum"

"oh and remember to check the doors locked properly and..."

"and check the security systems running. I know mum I've got it"

"you checked your trunk? you're starting your newts this year. Can't be leaving anything important behind."

"yes I've checked it. I've got everything packed dont worry."

Her mother sighed. "okay. see you later."

"bye"

Elara couldn't help but roll her eyes everytime. but still she compulsively checked the front and back door locks and the flashing screen of the home security system. Online. She knew it would be. But from a young age her mum instilled this pattern. "you must be safe Elara." she'd said. "always be safe" The overprotective persistence of her mother used to annoy her as a child. But now Elara found comfort in the metaphorical safety net her mother cast for her. It let her know that she was loved.

Making her way back to the kitchen she pushed the days worries from her mind. It looked like another evening of peaceful me time she thought. and she was going to see George soon. She smiled to herself. She had missed that cheeky grin.

#harry potter #hogwarts #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #george weasley #georgeweasleysgf #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #goblet of fire #quidditch #quidditch world cup #death eaters #the weasleys

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inkstainedfanfics · 7 years

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To Spot a Friend Drabble

Request: I absolutely loved To Spot a Friend so I was wondering if you could do a part 2 where Theo finds them having brunch or something in a coffee shop and he's insanely drunk and since no one else is in there and the barista is working in the back he goes to grab the reader or something and Newt hexes him and maybe obliviates him?

Word Count: 1,197

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @h-leighton

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You’re used to it now. You’re used to going out in public and not being recognized or shouted at or attacked by camera flashes. You’re used to hearing people on radios talk through conspiracy after conspiracy about what happened to you (The greatest singer of her time vanishes, nothing left behind by a heartbroken manager and a few records worth of music. The reason? Experts say a possible alien abduction. Tune in at nine). You’re used to wearing loose clothing and your hair down again and choosing what you want to do when you want to do it.

It’s a miracle, really. A whole year without any sort of recognition. Impossible. Yet here you sit, in the middle of coffee shop just off the streets of New York and not one person has stopped to speak with you. The other two people in the shop leave without even a second glance your way.

You once again want to thank Newt as he sits across from you, handing you a cup of coffee, but you’ve said it so often he just waves it off now. You’re intent on saving the words now, using them when you honestly mean it.

“So,” you question after taking a sip of your coffee, “what sort of authory things are you planning today?”

Newt grins at your made-up word. “Drinking tea and pondering the meaning of the universe.”

“Oh, so quite the packed schedule, then?”

“Quite.”

You snatch a donut ball from the plate in front of him. The buttery donut melts in your mouth. Newt’s raised eyebrow and amused grin makes you laugh.

“Careful you don’t choke, love.”

You swallow the final crumbs. “Why don’t you buy me any? Do I only deserve the croissants?”

“You help yourself anyway.” Still, he reaches out and slides both of your plates in the middle of the table, in easy reach for either of you. You’re beaming as you pick up another donut ball and pop it into your mouth. Life is so much better than it was before.

Newt takes a sip of his tea. “So would you like to stop by the zoo today?”

You perk up at this. “Really?”

He nods. “I don’t see why we can’t stop by. I’ve finished my research here.” He reaches for a croissant. “I know you’ve wanted to visit it.”

“They have hippos here. They’re the –“

“Most underrated creatures. Yes, I know. I’ve heard it said a few times.”

You roll your eyes over the rim of your glass as you take another drink. The bells over the door behind you ring. Another customer. You’re glad; this little shop deserves business. The owner is nice and it’s cheap to eat here. You and Newt have spent the past five days in New York eating here.

Newt, though, stiffens when he looks over your shoulder. Curious, you turn around.

Just like that, your past catches up with you, and you can’t breathe.

Theo blinks at you, something like recognition slowly dawning on his face. You recognize the drunken stagger in his step, the plain fury building in the hard set of his jaw, the decision he makes in a split second as he starts your way.

Newt begins to stand, only stopping when you rest a hand on his arm and shake your head. You pray he’ll go away himself, that he’ll think he was mistaken.

“So, you come back.” His deep voice makes you shiver, memories of nights after shows returning.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You keep your voice even. He can’t know you’re trembling inside or he’ll use it against you.

“Ha.” The laugh is sharp, a grating sound that has Newt reaching for his wand. “Darling, I’d recognize you anywhere.” His voice softens as he shuffles forward. “My moneymaker.”

“Go away, Theo. I have a new life now.” Your voice wavers on the last word, though, and Theo notices it.

“With who? That rat of a man? Who’s he to you? A lover? Just using you for your voice, I bet.”

Anger flares in you, eating the echo of fear that Theo still manages to evoke. “Like you were?”

“At least I was honest about it. I didn’t knock you off the face of the earth, steal you from someone else. You were a nobody before me. A nothing. You had so much potential, so much of a chance with me.” He sways in his spot. “I could have been rich next to you, but you threw it all away. For what? Him?”

Your hands begin to tremble as the rage Theo works himself up to becomes all too visible. “This isn’t any of your business anymore. Get out of here.” The words are a demand, a final sentence to the ghost of your past. You’re surprised at the strength of the tone but clench your jaw and stare him down.

A mistake.

“You ungrateful bitch.” Theo lunges forward.

You can barely flinch as a flash of red shoots just over your shoulder.

Newt’s on his feet before Theo even thuds to the ground.

You can feel the tears on your cheeks as you curse yourself. It took Newt to save you again. Will you ever be good enough to live without anyone helping you?

Damn it. Damn it all. You shudder, sobbing into your hands. You can’t do it. You can’t do this. Your past is still following you, still haunting you despite the past year away. You wipe at the tears with shaky hands, wondering if you’ll ever truly escape. With Theo here, you’ll always be on the run, always trying to stay away from him and his tricks. Oh Merlin, it’ll never be over, never be fully gone.

Newt crouches next to Theo, wand raised.

“Newt, let’s go. Newt, come on.”

He doesn’t stand, though, doesn’t even look at you as he starts moving his wand, jaw clenched, body stiff.

You realize halfway through the spell just what he’s doing.

“Newt, no. Stop.” You wrench yourself from your seat, grabbing his arm and sending the memory charm to break open the wall.

His face is a mixture of confusion and anger. You gulp as you realize the anger is on your behalf, an instinct for protecting you.

More tears well up in your eyes. “You can’t do that?”

He nods once. “Why not?”

“It’s not right.”

He takes a deep breath, softening at the terror in your eyes. “He doesn’t deserve to know you.”

You stare down at the unconscious man. You’d known him so intimately for so long. He hadn’t always been the way he is now. He’d once cared, once actually loved you. Somewhere deep inside of the both of you are good memories.

But now… Newt’s right.

You steel yourself. “Go ahead.”

Newt doesn’t say another thing as he raises his wand.

Tears slide down your face, some from fear, some from grief, some from Newt’s protective streak. You’re a wreck, and Newt helps you up once he finishes the spell.

He says nothing, just rubs circles on your back and lets you lean against him as the two of you leave the tiny store.

#sequel #requested #thanks for the request!#newt Scamander x reader #newt scamander #fbawtft

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krixwell-liveblogs · 7 years

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“Is she okay?”

“She’s… pretty much normal. For her, anyways.”

Well, good to know, I guess.

He claimed the bag, leaving three for Bitch and I, but nobody was complaining or pointing that out.

Considering you’re the one who a) gathered the money and decided to share it, and b) defeated Lung, I think everyone ought to be fine with you getting two bags.

Anything else would honestly be kind of ungrateful.

“You guys need a ride?” I asked.

Newter shook his head, then pointed to a manhole cover a ways down the road, “We’ll head back to one of our hideouts through there. Familiar territory for me.”

On one hand, this sounds like a simple joke about critters like newts sometimes living in the sewers (do newts ever live in the sewers?), and maybe even a slight nod to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

On the other, this is more likely a reminder of Newter’s backstory. Turned into a newt man by his power, couldn’t fit into human society, quite possibly literally lived/hid in the sewer for a while.

“Is that a good idea, with your injury? I mean, stating the obvious, but it’s gonna be pretty gross down there.”

He smiled, “Can’t get an infection. My biology’s toxic to the bacteria and parasites, I think. Never been sick, that I can remember.”

Huh, that’s handy.

#Worm #krixwell liveblogs #Arc 5 #chapter 5.10 #5.10p1

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bibliofantasy · 7 years

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I Cheated - Divided The First Line! LE GASP!

You talk to the dead fairly regularly. Lately, you’ve gotten the distinct impression that the dead wish you’d just shut up.

“You talk to the dead fairly regularly...” muttered the spotless man staring down at me from his spot perched in a wagon. Just like my business partner to loiter around blathering at me while we were on a job. Correction – my soon to be ex-business partner. I kept my hand trained on my shovel and he kept his shotgun trained against my back. The shoveling was starting to ware on me – streams of sweat racing down my forehead in time with the excavated dirt. The only reprieve was the occasional gust of night air that sent waves of chill relief racing through my core. The winds did not blow enough. Lords I could use an extra pair of hands. Cocking my head to the side, I glared crimson set eyes at my “associates” direction. “Yeah? It is kind of my job Frank. Now why don’t you put that boomstick down and hel-“

‘Lately, I’ve gotten the distinct impression that the dead wish you’d just shut up.” He bit back, shotgun tip grinding into the small of my back. It was all I could do to keep from rounding on him with my shovel. I knew where that lead though, another voyage to the sea of songs without essence, and that was the last thing I needed. Especially for a job that was going to be as stressful as this one.

Sighing to myself, I set to my work with renewed haste. I managed to slap a few choice pieces of dirt in the two-bit bastard’s face before he ground his gun barrel even deeper into my spine – sending a meek groan from my lips. “The sodding hell mate! What is your problem!? You get half the cut out of this, why not help me dig?”

Frank leaned back at that point, tilting his head to the side so that the shade of his Stetson no longer kept the pale gray glow of his eyes from mine. “I just told you, the dead don’t like talking to you no more. Last two jobs we been on you either got wrong info or old info. Far as I can see, ‘less this job goes right, you are done as a Whisper.” I shuddered, more for how matter-of-face he spoke then for how chilling the words were.

My hands balled along the shovel’s wooden handle, the urge to swing at him almost irresistible. “Is that right? I don’t seem to remember saying I’d need a new Reclaimer on account of you messing up the summoning rituals or resurrecting me as a Newt a few times.” I planted my shovel squarely in the dirt, letting the clanging sound of the dirtied steel ringing against hard ground echo throughout the graveyard. “Besides, shouldn’t you be trying to help me as best you can then? Our fates are bound – you get better pay if I am at my peak on the other side.”

The gunman shook his head, “Same ol’ story ya’ said last time we were here. I seem to recall being ran outta’ our client’s room ‘cause you told ‘em their Auntie had buried the treasure in Burningham field…when they’d asked for where their Uncle had buried their precious diamonds.” Scarlet was welling up in my cheeks, I could feel it.

“Listen here you ungrateful swine! It is not my fault the description you gave of what the client wanted was so non-descript it could have applied to either of them! The spirit world is a bewildering place, and I’ll have you know-“

He never knew – because at that moment the thunderclap of his shotgun blasting my ribcage to bits echoed through the abandoned graveyard. Outrage spasmed on my lips, raw contempt fighting with sheer shock. I hit the floor of the grave with a thud. Everything was on fire, my lungs – my stomach – I could feel the sinew and blood forming a hot pool outside my chilled body. With the last ounce of strength left to me I reached out my hands, gripping at the still smoking shotgun barrel, “I will end you…”

Frank smirked, shaking his head before lining up the point of his gun with mine. “Is that anyway to say goodbye to your longtime business partner~?” he whispered with a sickly sweet tone, “Keep that attitude, and I just might not bring you back this time, Cecelia.”

Before I could scream my curses at him, he stole my face with another thunderous bang.

~*~

“There is no difference between what is – what was – or what will be,” that is the age old lesson we are taught from birth. The orchestra of the ages plays on, and we are but the occasional accent of notes summoned for a moment in celestial time. Sometimes the notes arrange themselves one way, sometimes another – and in this fashion everyone that is, was, or ever will be comes to pass. While the song plays on, occasionally it calls back to those threads that were played before. Such that one life seems the echo of another. Sometimes the echo is more than an echo, sometimes it is a replaying of the same soul. There are no guarantees though – the orchestra is a fickle creature that plays its own tune and likes some notes more than others. It is for this reason that only some – not all – can be summoned from the ethereal and re-bound in flesh. It is why the ending of one instances is less painful for one than another.

Or at least, that is what the old hags that taught me said. They did not tell me that just reconstituting in the sea of songs will feel like stitching yourself together after being devoured by a Sand Wyrm. It hurts even more when you don’t have any essence.

[Time]

#caffeine challenge

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