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adiraargent · 1 month

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You drew stars around my scars - Slytherin Boys

summary: Slytherin boys (Taylor's Version) x Reader warnings: mentions of scars (not specified what from), swearing, smoking includes: Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Jasper Rowle, Draco Malfoy and Tom Riddle - I will do a part 2 with other characters if anybody wants one :) wc: 2373 Part 2

Theodore Nott - Cardigan

Theodore Nott sat beside you on the edge of the bed, his gaze tender as he studied the scars that adorned your skin. You could feel his fingers tracing gentle patterns along the lines of your past, his touch feather-light as he navigated the landscape of your history.

As you looked up at him, a warmth swelled in your chest, but you couldn't help but worry. Worry that he was just use you, use you like others had done in the past. Tossing you away when they were done with you.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite

"Thank's for sticking around Theo," you murmerd softly, your cheeks flushing a pretty pink tone.

He looked up at you then, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "You are my favorite person in this shitty world," he murmured, his voice soft like the rustle of leaves in the wind, despite the crude words. "Every scar, every imperfection, only serves to make you more beautiful in my eyes."

His words washed over you like a soothing balm, calming the storm of insecurities that raged within your soul. With Theodore by your side, you felt safe, protected from the harsh judgments of the world by the warmth of his love.

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

People had always judged you for something, it was a judgemental world that you lived in. Maybe someone judged you for your skin, or your scars... or maybe just the way that you wore your hair. Maybe it was your weight or your height. Nobody was perfect... thought Theodore Nott would beg to differ, in his eyes you were the embodiment of perfection.

And of course, people judged you for being with Theodore Nott, a Slytherin boy with a troubled past. One that liked to smoke and drink, that liked to get into fights and argue with teachers and students alike. But you were in love. 'Love?' they'd ask you and laugh. 'You're so young, what the hell would you know about love?'

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

Theodore's fingers stilled against your skin, his eyes searching yours with a depth of understanding that left you breathless. "I may not have all the answers," he said softly, "but I promise to stand by your side through every uncertainty, to hold you close and chase away the shadows of doubt that threaten to consume you."

And as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against each scar, his lips a tender caress against your skin, you felt a sense of peace settle over you like a warm embrace. With Theodore, you knew that you were never alone, that no matter what trials and tribulations lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart in heart.

For in his touch, you found solace and strength, a reminder that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds. And as he traced stars around your scars with his fingers, you knew that no matter how dark the night may seem, the light of his love would guide you safely home.

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Mattheo Riddle - Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30 AM As everything was slipping right out of our hands

As the moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the darkened landscape, you quietly snuck out of your shared home , your heart heavy with doubt and fear. Tears streamed down your face unchecked as you clutched your suitcase tightly, the weight of your decision bearing down on you like a heavy burden.

You had always struggled with trust issues and abandonment fears, scars from a childhood marred by betrayal and heartache. And now, faced with the prospect of being completely in love with a boy who had been nothing but good to you, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all.

Mattheo Riddle, that cocky, short-tempered Slytherin, had become the center of your world, a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume you. You got together in your second last year of school and were still together now a year after graduating. And yet, the thought of allowing yourself to fall completely and unconditionally in love with him terrified you to your core. You loved him, you knew that you did... but did love really exist? Falling in love was dangerous, it was setting yourself up to get your heart broken.

"I'll never leave you alone," his voice echoed in your mind, a soothing melody amidst the chaos of your thoughts. You had been sitting at the Black lake, the two of you had been together for 3 months and it was the first time you had told each other 'I love you'

But as much as you longed to believe his words, the scars of your past lingered like a shadow, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering you had endured. Even after all this time, you still had doubts. And so, with a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, you made the decision to leave, to distance yourself from the one person who had come to mean everything to you.

I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street Braced myself for the goodbye 'Cause that's all I've ever known

Bracing yourself for the goodbye, you took a hesitant step forward, the weight of your suitcase dragging behind you like an anchor. But before you could take another step, a voice called out to you from behind, stopping you dead in your tracks.

Turning around, you saw Mattheo running towards you, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "I won't let you go," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'll never leave you alone, I promise."

And in that moment, as he took you in his arms and held you close, you felt a sense of peace wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. For in Mattheo's embrace, you found solace and strength, a reminder that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

"I promise I will do everything to prove I am nothing like he was," he whispered against your ear, his words a testament to the depth of his love and devotion. "You're the best thing that's ever been mine."

And as you looked into his eyes, filled with love and sincerity, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart in heart. For in Mattheo Riddle, you had found a love worth fighting for, a love that would stand the test of time.

Jasper Rowle

As you and Jasper Rwle walked hand in hand through the winding streets of Diagon Alley, a sense of contentment settled over you like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. His hand in yours felt like home, grounding you in the present moment and reassuring you. You felt so safe with him, the way he softly rubbed your hand with his thumb sent warmth through your body, the heat being a stark contrast to the snow falling around you

"Can I go where you go?" you whispered, your voice barely above a hushed murmur as you gazed up at him with adoration shining in your eyes. You didn't mean to say it out loud. But you just wanted to be with him as much as possible, the way you felt when you were around him was unlike anything you had felt before.

You felt alive, wanted... loved.

Jasper's lips curved into a tender smile, his eyes sparkling with love and affection. "Forever and ever," he replied, his voice a soft melody in the air. "You and me, always."

And as you walked together, lost in the beauty of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore.

Take me out, and take me home

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against your skin, "c'mon, lets get to the three broomsticks then I'll take you back, its not good for you to be out in the snow for too long, I don't want you to get sick.

You're my, my, my, my Lover.

"Okay my love," you replied with a smile, letting him pull you along in the direction of the pub.

Jasper's grip on your hand tightened, as though afraid to let go, as though afraid that this perfect moment would slip through his fingers like grains of sand. "You're so gorgous," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that took your breath away. "i adore you."

And as you walked together, lost in the maze of streets and alleys, you knew that no matter where life may take you, you would always find your way back to each other.

Draco Malfoy - getaway car

No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sprawling grounds of Malfoy Manor as Draco Malfoy and you sat together on his expensive broomstick. It was a moment suspended in time, a brief respite from the chaos and turmoil of the world outside.

As you gazed out at the rolling hills before you, Draco's hand found yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. But beneath the facade of tranquility, there was an undercurrent of tension, a sense of unease that lingered in the air like a shadow.

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes

You knew Draco was a death eater now, knew he had done bad things and helped bad people but you couldn't bring yourself to leave him. You loved him, and whenever you thought about the bad things he had done, your heart was quick to remind you of all the good times you had together.

All the late night talks, the joking around, the kissing and holding... everything.

But as the miles stretched out before you, you couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it.

I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason "X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself

You fought to held back tears, the two of you were now on the run and now because of him, you were leaving all your friends and family behind. You were a traitor now and it was all his fault.

Draco's grip tightened around the broom handle, his gaze distant as he stared out at the sky ahead. "I knew it from the start," he admitted, his voice tinged with sorrow. "We were cursed."

You were drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far

You new the order would be after you soon, they knew what Draco had done. You wrapped your arms around him tighter, burying your head into his back as you held onto him, scared of falling.

Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart

And as you flew on into the night, the sirens in the beat of your heart seemed to grow louder, a relentless reminder of the consequences of your actions. You should have known that you'd never leave, that the promise of freedom would come at a steep price, one that you weren't willing to pay if it meant leaving Draco.

So still, you clung to each other, two lost souls adrift in a sea of chaos and uncertainty. For in each other's arms, you found solace and strength, a beacon of hope in a world gone mad.

And as the stars twinkled overhead and the world blurred past, you knew that no matter where the road may lead, you'd never leave him

We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde (oh-oh)

Tom Riddle - right where you left me

Help, I'm still at the restaurant Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight"

Under the soft glow of the restaurant lights, you found yourself seated alone at a corner table, the memories of your past love weighing heavily on your heart. Friends had come and gone, relationships had blossomed and withered away, but you remained rooted in the past, unable to move forward.

Your eyes kept flicking up to the empty chair in front of you, your plate of food going cold as it sat in front of you completely untouched. The workers looked over, eyes filling with sympathy and sadness at the all-familiar face they had seen too many times, brief flashes of the happy couple that had once sat there.

Everybody moved on I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared

As you sat there, lost in your thoughts, the echoes of the past danced around you like ghosts in the night. You remembered the first time you had met, the way his smile had lit up the room and warmed your heart. But now, all that remained were distant memories, fragments of a love that had once been.

You couldn't help but wonder if he ever thought about you, if he ever regretted the choices he had made. Did he know that you were still waiting for him, still hoping for a second chance at love? Or had he moved on, leaving you behind like a forgotten relic of the past?

Right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever

The restaurant buzzed with life around you, the sounds of laughter and conversation blending together in a cacophony of noise. But amidst the chaos, you felt alone, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of strangers.

And as you sat there, watching the world pass you by, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. You longed for the warmth of his embrace, the comfort of his presence, but you knew deep down that he was gone, lost to you forever.

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

Yet, despite the ache in your heart and the tears in your eyes, you couldn't bring yourself to leave. You were stuck in the past, trapped in a cycle of longing and regret, unable to move forward without him by your side.

But as the night wore on and the restaurant began to empty out, you knew that you couldn't stay there forever. It was time to let go of the past and embrace the future, to find happiness within yourself and move on from the love that had once consumed you.

With a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, you rose from your seat and made your way towards the door. And as you stepped out into the cool night air, you made a silent vow to yourself to never look back, to keep moving forward no matter how difficult the journey may be.

If our love died young, I can't bear witness And it's been so long But if you ever think you got it wrong I'm right where you left me

But it was a vow you knew you'd break just for him.

written by @adiraargent

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hdowlpost · 1 year

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OWL GIFTS for @drakaina

See on AO3: Teddy's Christmas Book

Summary:

I hope one day you'll be able to read this book and look back fondly on some of your best memories. It's odd, looking at you as a little baby right now and imagining that, but you're going to have some wonderful Christmases, I promise. Love you lots, Harry

Word Count and Art Medium: 2643 words, digital images Rating: G Contains: Fluff, Kid Fic, Parenting, Proposal Notes: This gift is for Drakaina. When I saw Teddy and Scorpius in your sign-up, I thought I absolutely had to include them, and when I realised that a memory book full of Christmas traditions was also a request, my mind immediately went to this. I hope you like it! A huge thank you to my beta reader A for all their support with this project! Thank you as well to the lovely mods for putting this fest together and being so patient and supportive while I created this work! The Harry Potter Universe and it's characters belong to J.K. Rowling, I just wrote them a memory book!

Read on AO3: All the Way In

Summary: It starts with an accidental bond during their Eighth Year—hot, intense, and vulnerable. But when the bond is broken, Harry and Draco agree to remain just friends. Easy, clean, and painless, right? Word Count: 7.5k Rating: Explicit Contains: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Non-Linear Narrative, Internalized Homophobia, Pining Harry Potter, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Magical Bond, Switching, First Time Notes: Drakaina, I hope you’ll like this little story I wrote for you and that you’re having nice holidays! Here also goes my thanks to the people who helped me and endured my double-guessing about this story; especially the mods with their great patience. Ps: about the internalized homophobia tag, I want to clarify that Draco is the one with it and that if he says something that might sound somehow wrong it doesn’t necessarily reflect my own vision nor his own, poor bean. You’ll have to give him a little time to grow out of it.

Read on AO3: Draco Malfoy and the Stupid Secret Santa Debacle

Summary: All Draco wants for Christmas is to know which name Harry pulled out of Granger's stupid Secret Santa bag, but he ends up getting so much more than he could ever ask for. Word Count: 3610 words Rating: G Contains: Hogwarts Eightth Year, mutual pining, Secret Santa, first kiss Notes: I am so so excited to finally be able to get this to you, Drakaina. You are a dear friend of mine, and I'm so glad I got you when assignments were given. I truly hope that you enjoy this fic!A quick shout out to Jasper and Becca for being amazing, wonderful supporters of this work. I appreciate both of you more than you could know! Another shout out to McDynamite for the summary and for being a good friend always.Thank you for reading!

#drakaina #drarry #harry x draco #hdowlpost #hdowlpost2022

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reese-weasley · 1 year

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[ character bio - Reese Weasley; intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings. ]

Character Basics

Character’s full name: Harrison Reese Weasley Meaning of name: Reese; fire, passion. Character’s nickname: he goes by his middle name because he was named after his godfather and doesn’t go by it for that reason since they sound similar. Birth date: July 1st, 2000 Age: 31 Zodiac: Cancer

Nationality / Species: English; wizard Languages Spoken: English, French, Spanish Orientation: heterosexual Blood Status: half-blood Army Affiliation: The Resistance

Physical appearance

Height: 6′2 Body build: tall, athletic, muscular Eye color: blue Hair color: auburn Type of hair: messy curly/wavy, he has no idea because he never leaves it alone Glasses or contacts: glasses but he never wears them Face claim: Chris Evans Tattoos: a lot, but the more recent ones are Marcie’s wedding vows on the left side of his chest with their sons’ birth date and times beneath it and an owl on the other side that matches Hugo’s. Voice / Accent: English

Personality

Good personality traits: dedicated, genius, open-minded, trustworthy, wise. Bad personality traits: extremely introverted, hardheaded, proud, know-it-all, sarcastic. Personality Type: ISTJ, “the Logistician” introverted, reserved yet willful, with a rational outlook on life. Character Label: The Polymath Patronus: hawk What would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil: anything related to Death Eaters. he got really paranoid after Marcie was attacked. If granted one wish, it would be: to never have to go to a social event ever again Character’s soft spot: his niece

Eight Song Playlist

Whatever It Takes; Imagine Dragons Sign of the Times; Harry Styles Soldier; Fleurie Cardigan; Taylor Swift Yellow; Coldplay Just One Yesterday; Fall Out Boy Up in Flames; Ruelle Rise; Katy Perry

Past

Hometown: London, England Dream Job: Minister for Magic Education: Hogwarts / Cambridge House: Slytherin

Present

Current location: London, England Currently living with: his wife and their identical twins Pets: their dogs, Olaf and Pumpkin, and cats, Henry and Mistletoe Occupation: defense attorney / part-time law professor

Family

Wife: Marcelina Graves-Weasley Sons: Gene and Toby Graves-Weasley Mother: Hermione Granger Relationship: he’s very close to his mother. he’s most like her and gravitated towards her growing up Father: Ron Weasley Relationship: he was never particular close to his father for no real reason growing up, but after his parents’ divorced, their relationship got a little strained

Siblings: Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley Relationship: he has a close relationship with his sister and brother

Grandparents: Molly and Arthur Weasley, the Grangers Relationship: he’s close to both sets of grandparents, but spent more time with his mother’s parents because the Burrow was usually crowded and chaotic.

Other important family members: the Weasleys, the Potters, Ilsa and Lucien Malfoy-Weasley (niece and nephew).

Favorites

Color: blue Music: he listens to a mix of a lot Literature: he can go through books weekly, sometimes daily.

Habits

Musical instrument: piano Sport: qudditch Smokes: no Drinks: not a lot, usually only at dinner Other drugs: no Extremely skilled at: his job, magical and muggle law, flying, teaching Extremely unskilled at: being in social settings

Traits

Optimist or pessimist: pessimist Introvert or extrovert: introverted Daredevil or cautious: cautious Logical or emotional: logical Disorderly or methodical: methodical Prefers working or relaxing: working Confident or unsure of himself: confident Animal lover: yes, specifically dogs and he would adopt 50

Relationships with others

Love interest: Marcelina Graves-Weasley Best friends: Jasper Travers, Emmett Rowle, Teddy Potter Close Friends: Alice Davies

Short Bio

Reese was always ahead of other kids intellectually. Before he went to Hogwarts, he’d already read his way through most of the required reading for his first year’s curriculum. The Hat wanted to put him in Ravenclaw because of his high intellect, but his drive for perfection and ambition won out. Reese always hung around the older kids at school, and kept to himself most of the time, preferring to be around a smaller group of close friends. He was prefect and eventually Head Boy, and played quidditch. After graduation, Reese went to muggle university to study law and he teaches there now part-time when he’s not working as a defense attorney.

#&& bio.#― musings.#[ pinned. ]

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ao3feed-tomarrymort · 4 years

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by ThatChaoticQueerGirl

Edward Cullen has given up hope of ever finding his mate. He goes through his days with barely any energy, except for talking to his best friend Bella Swan. So when Hadrian Minamoto, his mate, shows up looking even more beautiful than he could ever imagine, you could understand his sadness at being rejected. This leads to Edward deciding to try everything to win over his mate while helping him get over his previous boyfriend. It's safe to say that Edward Cullen would do anything for his little mate. Even if that means he has to put up with his mate's army of followers. Because apparently Hadrian Minamoto is a certified bad ass, with a phd in being terrifyingly beautiful.

“And those slanted wide eyes, that swirled with pain and wisdom, like he had seen hundreds of horrors. Those emerald eyes glowed with hidden meaning; he could write a whole book of poems about those eyes. Oh god he really was turning into an e-boy, Bella was right. But he couldn’t help it. He was perfect, and he looked so tempting.“~Ch. 2

Words: 3561, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Twilight Series - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Addicus Potter, Edward Cullen, Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Emmett Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Cullen, Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Past Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Embry Call, Jessica Stanley, Eric Yorkie, Mike Newton, Angela Weber, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley

Relationships: Edward Cullen/Harry Potter, Bella Swan/Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Jacob Black/Daphne Greengrass, Past Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Carlisle Cullen/Esme Cullen, Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass/Ginny Weasley, Fred/?, George/?, Paul Lahote/Draco Malfoy

Additional Tags: Potter Twins, Half Korean Harry Potter, Lily Evans is Korean, Lilian Minamoto, Lily was adopted into the Evans famliy, Slytherin Harry Potter, Dark Harry, Grey Harry Potter, Grey Lord Harry Potter, Lord Harry Potter, Tom Riddle is dead, Edward Cullen is constantly flustered, Harry Potter is a Good Boyfriend, Harry Potter is the Heir to the House of Black, Harry Potter loves music, Mentions of K-Pop, Smart Harry, Edward Cullen is a bit possessive (in a cute way), Edward Cullen is protective, Powerful Harry Potter, Master of Death Harry Potter, Master of Death (Harry Potter), Good Death Eaters, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Harry Potter is sentimental, Ron Weasley Bashing, Hermione Granger Bashing, Molly Weasley Bashing, Luna Lovegood is a Good Friend, Vampires, Gay Edward Cullen, Gay Harry Potter, Fashionable Harry Potter, Order of the Phoenix Bashing (Harry Potter), Post Hogwarts, Forks Washington, Addicus Potter Bashing, Bella Swan with a Backbone, BAMF Bella Swan, Bella Swan is a Good Friend, BAMF Harry Potter, BAMF Blaise Zabini, BAMF Luna Lovegood, BAMF Daphne Greengrass, BAMF Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter is depressed sometimes, Harry Potter is Lord to many houses, soul mates, Dark Magic, Dark Creatures, Werewolves, Mates, Metamorphmagus, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Eventual Smut

#ao3feed #fanfiction #harry potter #tomarry #harrymort

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 5 years

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Imagines!!!!!!!!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2H5R1dO

by XxmysticxX

Imagines!!! Anywhere from Lord of the Rings, Marvel, Blue Bloods, Yu Yu Hakusho, etc. I am accepting requests!!!

Words: 168, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, Avengers, Yu Yu Hakusho, InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Criminal Minds (US TV), Blue Bloods (TV), Rurouni Kenshin, Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V, Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Hetalia - Fandom, The Walking Dead, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Invader Zim, Tombstone (1993), The Hobbit - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Castlevania (Cartoon)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf, Original Characters, Female Reader - Character, OC - Character, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, James “Bucky” Barnes, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thranduil (Tolkien), Aragorn | Estel, Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon, Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Himura Kenshin, Trevor Belmont, Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya, Jasper Hale, Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Carlise Cullen, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wyatt Earp, Doc Holliday, Spencer Reid, Kurama | Minamino Shuuichi, Youko Kurama, Hiei (YuYu Hakusho)

Relationships: Legolas X Reader, Legolas Greenleaf/Original Female Character(s), Legolas Greenleaf/Original Character(s), Doc Holliday/Reader, InuYasha/Reader, Trevor Belmont/Reader, Thorin/Reader, Kíli/Reader, Bilbo/Reader, Sesshomaru/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark/Reader, Daryl Dixon/Reader, Rick Grimes/Reader, Jasper Hale/Reader, Kurama/Reader, Youko Kurama/Reader, Hiei/Reader, Yusuke/Reader

Additional Tags: One Shot, Romance, First Kiss, Orlando Bloom - Freeform, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Comedy, Drama

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2H5R1dO

#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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navisseli · 6 years

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A comme Association, tome 5

Déso pour la qualité, j’ai pas trouvé mieux pour cette édition... #Seli

Heureusement que je suis là :p #Naviss

Auteurice : Erik L’Homme

Maison d’édition : Folio junior

Date de publication : 2011

Nombre de pages : 210

Genre : Fantastique

Ce qu’en pense Seli :

Replonger dans A comme Association, c’est comme replonger à nouveau dans les tréfonds de mes émois littéraires d’adolescente. Et pour une fois, c’est mon tour de raconter ma vie...

J’ai toujours été une lectrice dévoreuse de pages et de romans à la chaîne. Je me souvient d’ailleurs qu’il me tardait d’apprendre à lire pour pouvoir lire Harry Potter, et que je rongeais mon frein en attendant d’enfin entrer au CP. Je venais de voir le premier film et j’avais déjà conscience que prendre mon indépendance de lectrice me permettrait d’aller beaucoup plus loin que les petites histoires que mes parents me lisaient le soir. Cependant, une fois que j’eus appris à lire, je restais relativement sur un terrain balisé. J’avais beaucoup de mal à ouvrir mes horizons littéraires. L’enfant que j’étais devait singulièrement manquer de curiosité... ou avoir une immense peur de commencer quelque chose qui pourrait potentiellement la décevoir.

Arrivée au collège, je me suis fait tout un groupe d’amies aussi férue de lecture que je l’étais, à un détail près. Elles connaissaient bien plus de romans jeunesse que moi. Ainsi que l’envie de les partager... J’ai un souvenir très précis du premier roman qu’on m’a prêté à cette période, et c’était Eragon. Mais après est venu Pierre Bottero, qui est le second créateur d’histoires à avoir chamboulé ma petite vie (la première étant J.K Rowling, et les troisièmes et dernières en date, les soeurs Wachowski...). Je me suis pleinement investie dans son univers, ses histoires, ses personnages. C’est Bottero qui a instillé en moi l’envie de créer à mon tour, d’écrire et de partager des histoires. Il m’a ouvert les portes de l’imaginaire et depuis elles ne sont toujours pas refermées. Je me souviens encore avec nostalgie de cette époque où ils nous arrivait de discuter bouquins durant les récrés et de commenter les romans et mangas qui passaient de mains en mains... J’ai également découvert Erik L’Homme à cette époque, dont j’appréciais aussi beaucoup les romans. Puis est venue à nos oreilles la nouvelle que Bottero et L’Homme travaillaient sur un projet commun. Il me semble que cette année là, ils étaient allés tous les deux aux Imaginales, pas très loin de chez moi. J’ai regretté des années de ne pas y avoir foutu les pieds plus tôt. Puis vint le drame...

Un matin de 2009, je ne sais plus comment, j’apprends la mort de mon idole.

Vide. Trou noir. Néant. Infinie tristesse. Rien que d’y penser, j’ai les larmes qui remontent...

Pourquoi j’en parle ? Parce qu’en lisant aujourd’hui ce roman, tout est remonté.

En effet, Bottero a disparu alors que A comme Association était encore en cours de publication. L’Homme rédigeait les histoires de Jasper, Bottero celles d’Ombe. Arrive le cinquième tome, et L’Homme se retrouve avec une héroïne et une saga toutes deux orphelines. On sent tout du long que cette perte l’a marqué, et pour développer, je vais devoir spoiler...

{ZONE SPOILER} Comme il l’a dit en interview, L’Homme n’a pas voulu reprendre le personnage d’Ombe, et celle-ci meurt au début du roman, creusant un grand vide en Jasper au moment où celui-ci réalise qu’il l’aimait profondément (mais pas romantiquement, ce dont il était persuadé jusque-là). Traumatisé par cette perte, Jasper se met en tête de se venger, et au fur et à mesure qu’il avance dans sa quête, ses réflexions internes trouvent une réponse inattendue : la voix d’Ombe qui résonne dans sa tête. Le doute plane : est-ce juste une projection du souvenir d’Ombe ? Est-ce-que l’esprit d’Ombe, décédée dans des circonstances encore non-élucidées, s’est accroché à celui de Jasper et y demeure dans un coin ? Le doute semble planer. Comme Jasper ne semble pas choqué, soit il est conscient que c’est juste son cerveau qui lui joue des tours, soit c’est ce qu’il imagine et Ombe est bien là... Je trouve que les deux théories se défendent, et dans tous les cas, c’est un bon moyen de se séparer d’Ombe sans l’effacer complètement de l’histoire.

Il demeure que la mise en abîme est très touchante. Pas besoin d’avoir fait khâgne pour comprendre que l’auteur parle de la douleur d’avoir perdu son ami, et de son deuil. J’imagine parfaitement L’Homme en train de rédiger son texte tout seul, et qui imagine ce qu’en aurait dit Bottero au fur et à mesure, sachant qu’il s’agit d’un projet commun qui leur tenait à coeur, à l’image de l’histoire de Jasper et Ombe. Ce tome est entièrement centré sur les conséquences du décès d’Ombe, non seulement sur Jasper, mais aussi pour la suite. De la même façon, on comprend les conséquences de la mort de Bottero sur son ami et leur oeuvre : Ombe disparait et L’Homme est forcé de se réapproprier le projet pour le finir seul. {FIN ZONE SPOILER}

Lire entre les lignes le deuil de l’auteur est déjà fort. Encore plus si on le partage, même si ce n’est qu’à une moindre mesure.

C’est pour cette raison que je ne parvient pas à me sentir légitime quand je critique ce qui m’a manqué dans ce roman. Déjà, la courte durée des tomes ne permet pas de développer l’univers autant qu’il le devrait, ce qui me donne toujours l’impression que ses limites sont floues. Le postulat de départ est simple, sans prise de tête, mais je reste parfois sceptique sur quelques points, même si il s’agit de détails. Disons que j’accepte parce que c’est orienté jeunesse et centré essentiellement sur les personnages. Ensuite, l’aspect transitionnel de ce tome saute aux yeux. Déjà parce qu’implique la prise de direction par un seul auteur, mais aussi par le fait que les enjeux montent d’un cran et ouvrent l’univers sur quelque chose de plus grand. Les événements de ce roman sont un levier pour mener vers la suite, et du coup j’ai l’impression de lire une bande annonce.

Pour ce qui est du reste, je retrouve ce pourquoi je préférais les tomes du point de vue de Jasper : la pratique de la magie. Contrairement au reste, je la trouve concrète et détaillée, empruntant beaucoup à la wicca, mais ayant du coup un fonctionnement clair. Je reste quand même dubitative quand à la facilité de réaliser des sortilèges impressionnants avec trois fois rien : passer dans un autre plan avec une rose et beaucoup de concentration, c’est un peu comme si on disait qu’il est possible d’inventer un téléporteur avec un miroir de poche, un verre à dents et du scotch...

Ce roman m’a fait éprouver de nombreuses émotions (qui demeurent cependant dans ma palette entre “mélancolie” et “envie de pleurer”), rien de mieux quand on s’apprête à passer une petite soirée relax avant d’aller doucement s’endormir... Résultat me voici à rédiger une chronique à deux heures cinquante du matin avec internet qui saute toutes les deux minutes... Bonne nuit !

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#acommeassociation #erik l'homme #ombe #jasper #fantastique #folio junior

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crollalanzaa · 7 years

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1, 2, 3, 4 and 25 ?

1) Favorite classic novel?Uhm, probably Pride and Prejudice or Persuasion. I’m also very, very fond of Winnie the Pooh. Oh ... and Brideshead Revisited. (too many!)

2) Favorite novel published in the 21st century?The Song of Achilles - which is probably my favourite all time novel ever!

3)Genres and themes you're interesting in reading more of?I like reading crime novels, which considering none of my favs are crime orientated, might sound odd. But actually, I’d like to read more novels and series like The Raven Cycle, or Rivers of London. So magical realism type things with some mystery or crime attached.

4) Favorite novelist?Not sure. I think Ben Aaranovitch is fantastic. Maggie Stievater is amazing, but I’ve not read enough of her work to class her as a fav. JK Rowling is up there, not just for HP but the Cormoron Strike series. Jasper Fforde has a very whacky imagination. Oh, and CJ Sansom (crime novels set in Tudor times). Can’t really narrow this down - sorry.

25) How much effort do you spend on establishing a certain "aesthetic" in your work?

I barely know what ‘aesthetic’ means, so I’m guessing not much. I write, then go back over it and usually see right at the last minute a motif or a theme that I could faintly reinforce, but that’s it. I write by the seat of my pants.

Thank you

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wizarding-obsessions · 7 years

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Sorting - next generation

These are highly inaccurate and only representing our (a friend of mine and my) imagination. The difference in age is canonly much bigger. Don’t like, don’t read.

Hufflepuff

7th year: Evelyn Greengrass, Leila Dosanje, Lorcan Scamander, Oliver Travers, Reighan Ainwell, Stefan Harrel, Teddy Lupin

6th year: Aaron Carrow, Billie Welkins, Chris Avery, Jim Gilden, Neela Raje, Phoebe Bramley, Saige Shacklebolt, Sam Hartley

5th year: Adam Hayward, Archie Hansen, Elaina Nolan, Emelia Shim, Henry Prewett, Jordyn Dealthy, Joshua Gilden, Zoe Longbottom

4th year: Caroline Finnigan, Hugo Granger-Weasley, Macie Turgoose, Mun Carron

Slytherin

7th year: Caitlyn Greengrass, Damon Pleavin, Joseph Welles, Kane Thormbeat, Molly Weasley, Sierra Avery

6th year: Aiden Pinegrave, Alec Rosier, Chuck Beaumont, Mae Yaxley, Nubia Selwyn, Rob Ollivander, Sakura Rosier, Sophia Creswell

5th year: Beth Caranger, Claude Fawley, Enzo Helroy, Francis Parkinson, Joris Lestrange, Seth Abdelghani, Sydney Tulasi

4th year: Albus Potter, Gerwin Finnigan, Kiran Patil, Lana Parkinson, Scorpius Malfoy, Suri Raje, Violet Dadduck

Gryffindor

7th year: Ivy Goldstein, Jess Vaughn

6th year: Cassie Prewett, Fred Weasley, Isaac Bogtree, James Potter, Liam McCwobin, Marcel Jorden, Morgan Young, Naomi Finnigan, Rachel Patil, Roxanne Weasley, Savannah Norbald, Sawyer Prewett, Thomas Oldridge, Tyler Abott, Victoire Weasley

5th year: Aisha Lestrange, Amanda McGovin, Basti Holdsworth, Mark Xenkis, Nat Jennings, Nicolas Perks, Rose Granger-Weasley, Theo Zude

4th year: Lily Potter, Ronja Geare

Ravenclaw

7th year: Coby Crouch, Freya Jonasson

6th year: Annabeth Pearse, Jean Ambrams, Karla O’Connel, Keith Rowle, Liz Harper, Loras Lestrange, Noah Blagdon, Wes Travers

5th year: Camdon Ambix, Derek Malfoy, Dimitri Goodmitt, Dominique Weasley, Emma Donsaje, Hayden Hawthorne, Jason Headcastle, Jasper Inglesby, Leah Brewson, Louis Weasley, Lyonel Caraway, Maria Martínez, Matt Rigg, Raven Yaxley

4th year: Cleo McClure, Lucy Weasley, Lysander Scamander, Toby Giliard

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glass-scientists · 7 years

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I've seen you mention 'skinwalkers' a few times, and I am kinda concerned that this might play out the same way it did with JK Rowling-- appropriating a part of Native American culture and explaining it away. I don't mean to accuse you of anything! I love TGS, but I'm worried. So sorry!

Hey! So I’ve actually gotten an ask about this before! I think I’ve only mentioned skinwalkers once (Jasper mentions them in passing when discussing different subspecies of werewolves around the world)--given that TGS takes place entirely in London, I don’t imagine that the subject of skinwalkers will come up again in the story, but if it does I will do my best to be respectful of the cultures they originate from!

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adiraargent · 1 month

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Sick - Jasper Rowle

warnings: none wc: 381

You were up in Jaspers dorm, he was sick and stuck in bed and somehow you had ended up on sick duty. Mattheo was on his bed across the room, reading his book while occasionally looking up at a coughing Jasper to tell him to shut up. Theodore and Blaise had left earlier, the two of them making their way down to the library to work on their Astronomy essay. You handed Jasper his soup and a spoon before reopening your parchment and ink to try and finish your assignment.

But despite your best efforts to concentrate, Jasper's incessant complaints about the Hogwarts house-elves' latest attempt at soup had become a constant distraction. "Please stop wasting what's left of your voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste," you teased, unable to contain your amusement any longer.

Jasper glanced up from his bowl of lukewarm broth, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he met your gaze. "But it's terrible," he protested, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer to you. "I swear, I could make a better batch blindfolded."

You couldn't help but laugh at his dramatics, the sound echoing through the dorm room and drawing a small glare from Mattheo.

"I highly doubt that," you replied, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. "But even if the soup is subpar, at least you have your amazingly cool girlfriend to keep your company."

Jasper's expression softened at your words, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "True," he admitted, his voice tinged with warmth as he leaned back against the cushions. "I suppose even terrible soup is bearable when I'm with you."

You rolled your eyes playfully at his sentimentality, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. "Well, I'm glad to hear that I make up for the lack of culinary skills," you teased, nudging him gently with your elbow.

Jasper chuckled softly, the sound music to your ears as he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours in a silent gesture of affection. "You make everything better," he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours as he spoke. He leant forward to kiss you, but you leant back, a grin making its way on your face

"uh uh, I'm not tryna get sick."

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nycwritinggroup-blog · 5 years

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The Sign Above the Shop by Erum Naqvi

The sign above the door swayed lightly in the breeze, creaking a little. I’m sure it made that slight yet ominous squeaking sound you hear in movies, but we couldn’t hear it, of course, on account of the 235 bus trundling by on Oxford Street just behind us. It would have fit the scene, for sure — if you could forget about the man in a suit who looked irritated and the family in visors who were blocking his way to take pictures.

If I just close my eyes and imagine hard enough, I thought, this could totally be Diagon Alley. We were on St. Christopher’s Place, a little alleyway wedged between Marble Arch and Bond Street (on the Central line, that’s the train we take to get into the city), just short of Selfridges but not quite at Primark. It’s one of my favorite streets in London. In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion it’s where J. K. Rowling got the idea for Diagon Alley. She must have. I mean, there are lots of little alleyways tucked into side streets in London, but most of them are piled with rubbish, and usually, what looks like somebody’s dubious vomit from the night before. And there’s also usually a mean looking guy smoking a cigarette out the back door of the restaurant he works in. To be fair, he probably looks mean because of the smell. I would too, if I had to needle out a smoke break between a pile of rubbish and a pile of vomit and a pile of dishes.

But St. Christopher’s Place — it’s different. You could walk up and down Oxford Street every day of your life and you would never notice it. But once you did, it would be impossible to forget. It winds round the back of Selfridges, and has these wrought iron arches that line its narrow breadth, hung with decorations like lanterns, or stars. Nowhere else looks like that in real life (except for squats and stuff that have been decorated for parties). And it’s dotted with these tiny shops with cool things like swinging signs that I’m definitely — on reflection — sure make those ominous squeaking sounds if you could hear them. The sign didn’t even have a name on it. Just an unassuming picture of a little white rock dotted with black specks.

“That’s a Dalmatian Jasper,” said Matt, with a twinkle in his eye. He’s recently gotten into rock tumbling on account of getting two rock tumblers from two different people on Christmas day and I mean, what are the odds of that? You’d kind of have to start rock tumbling if that happened to you. Else you’d be worried that fate would punish you and you’d somehow wind up on the wrong timeline and end up destitute, or in prison or something, all because you didn’t tumble some rocks. He likes to see the magic in places too, tucked away in little corners of real life, waiting to be noticed. My friend Li noticed us both staring up at the sign and looked annoyed. “Come on” she said, in the flat but firm tone she reserves only for her child, her husband, and me. “We’re late for our reservation” she offered up apologetically, catching her tone.

If it was anybody else I would have scoffed, and retorted that nobody makes reservations for dinner at 6:30, especially when it’s just the three of you and you don’t have any particular plans anyway. But those things matter to Li. I suppose they give her a sort of feeling of meaning in the way ambiguous creaking signs in back alleyways that wind around Selfridges do for me — and for Matt too, I suppose.

I didn’t want to move, though. I felt I’d caught on to the wisp of a breeze that cast the little alleyway in a different light. And if I averted my gaze for a just a second I’d break the spell and sink back into the blank surface veneer of the street, with its tourists in visors and number 235 buses, and irritated business people trying to push past slow couples with shopping bags, all trying to get into Bond Street tube station before rush hour.

“If you must know” said Li, sort of patiently and impatiently at the same time “It’s one of those dumb hipster places that sells vitamins in glass vials and green juice in Chanel bottles so they can charge five times as much.” I nodded, still looking at the sign, as Matt chuckled. “Okay” I said, reluctantly dragging my eyes away, and letting the softly creaking sign dissipate into the clamor of the bustling city. “Let’s go.”

I dawdled slowly behind Li, who was rushing ahead and looking at her watch, and Matt, who was walking in a sort of unperturbed way with his hands in his pockets. Just as we were about to turn off St. Christopher’s Place, he turned and flipped me something from his pocket. I missed it, of course, because I have no depth perception, but I picked it up swiftly off the street.

Peering at the little rock in my palm, I couldn’t help but chuckle. It was a Dalmatian Jasper. I grinned at Matt, as the corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly upward.

#writinggroup nycwritinggroup erumnaqvi

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reese-weasley · 2 years

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{ CHARACTER BIO; reese weasley } i'm not interested in preserving the status quo i want to overthrow it.

BASICS

Name: Harrison Reese Weasley Nicknames: Reese, because he was named after his uncle/godfather, so he goes by his middle name. Name Meaning: Reese; fiery and passionate. Age: 31 Gender: male Sexuality: heterosexual Place of Birth: London, England Birthday: July 1st Currently Lives: London, England Nationality/Species: English, wizard Occupation: defense attorney Blood Status: half-blood Patronus: hawk Army Affiliation: The Resistance

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Build: tall, muscular Height: 6′1 Hair Color: auburn Eye Color: blue Distinguishing Marks or Tattoos: he has various tattoos, some of which being his wedding vows to Marcie on the left side of his chest, a bird that matches his brother’s, and his sons’ birth dates and times on the inside of his left wrist. Face Claim: Chris Evans.

PERSONALITY

Positives: dedicated, genius, open-minded, trustworthy, wise. Flaws & Weaknesses: bossy, hardheaded, proud, know-it-all, sarcastic. Personality Type: ISTJ, “the Logistician” introverted, observant, thinking, and judging personality traits, reserved yet willful, with a rational outlook on life. Character Label: The Polymath Likes & Dislikes: likes - reading, going to the gym, fall, halloween, quidditch. dislikes - not getting his way, not being in control or the boss, things not going the way he wants. Fears: nothing extreme, but he can become obsessive when it comes to his family’s well-being. Etc:

SCHOOL

Former House: Slytherin Best Class: he had near perfect marks in everything Worst Class: n/a Quidditch: he played beater from 2-7th year and was captain 6th and 7th. Extra-Curricular: Prefect, Head Boy, Dueling Club, Slug Club, Drama Club, Frog Choir

FIVE SONG CHARACTER PLAYLIST

Gold; Imagine Dragons.

Style; Taylor Swift.

Whatever It Takes; Imagine Dragons.

Blinding Lights; The Weeknd.

High Hopes; Panic! At The Disco.

RELATIONSHIPS

Wife: Marcie Graves-Weasley Children: Toby and Gene Graves-Weasley; three year-old twins. Parents: Hermione Granger-Weasley and Ron Weasley Siblings: Hugo and Reese Weasley Siblings: Hugo and Rose Weasley Niece: Ilsa Malfoy-Weasley Nephew: Lucien Malfoy-Weasley Other Family: the Potters, the Weasleys Pets: their dogs, Olaf and Pumpkin, and cats, Henry and Mistletoe. Best Friend: Emmett Rowle, Jasper Travers, Teddy Lupin Potter Friends: Alice Davies

BIO

Reese was always ahead of other kids his age intellectually. He could already read and write by an early age, and taught himself piano, not because he’s musically gifted, but because of the patterns music made. Even before he went to Hogwarts, he’d already read his way through most of the required reading for his first year’s curriculum.

When he arrived at Hogwarts, the Hat wanted to put him in Ravenclaw initially, given his high IQ, but his drive for perfection and ambition won out. While at Hogwarts, he was prefect and eventually Head Boy. Reese always hung around the older kids at school, and kept to himself most of the time, preferring to be around a smaller group of close friends. It wasn’t because he was anti-social, it was because he had a hard time getting his brain to actually turn off. He finally found an outlet in Quidditch. It gave him a distraction, even though his goal-scoring skills came more so by mental mathematical equations, probability and reasoning, rather than actual athletic ability - though he he had that as well.

After graduation, Reese went to muggle university, Cambridge to study law. He went through the coursework fairly quickly and teaches law classes part-time when he’s not working as a lawyer. Since his mother is a muggleborn, Reese focuses more on taking cases dealing with half-blood and muggleborn injustice, or going against what could be expected of him and taking a lot of cases representing former, wrongfully convicted Death Eaters.

#&& bio.

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ao3feed-thehobbit · 5 years

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Imagines!!!!!!!!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2H5R1dO

by XxmysticxX

Imagines!!! Anywhere from Lord of the Rings, Marvel, Blue Bloods, Yu Yu Hakusho, etc. I am accepting requests!!!

Words: 168, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Additional Tags: One Shot, Romance, First Kiss, Orlando Bloom - Freeform, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Comedy, Drama

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2H5R1dO

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit

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adiraargent · 1 month

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Who told you I was broken? - Jasper Rowle

warnings: angst, fluff

The Forbidden Forest loomed ahead, its ancient trees casting long shadows in the fading light of dusk. You found yourself drawn to its edge, the tranquil solitude of the woods offering a refuge from the chaos of the world. But even amidst the quiet beauty of nature, your mind remained consumed by thoughts of Jasper Rowle.

The memory of your conversation with him weighed heavily on your heart, his words echoing in your mind like a haunting refrain. "Why do you think that you need to fix me?" he had asked, his voice laced with frustration and hurt. "Who told you I was broken?"

The questions had left you reeling, the realization dawning upon you that perhaps you had overstepped your bounds. Who were you to assume that you could fix him, that your love could mend the broken pieces of his soul? Lost in your thoughts, you found yourself wandering deeper into the forest, the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet the only sound breaking the silence.

As you walked, the memory of Jasper's troubled expression plagued you, his pain etched into the lines of his face like a map of the trials he had endured. You had thought that you were helping him, that your love could heal the wounds that he carried deep within him. But now, you couldn't help but wonder if your efforts had only served to push him further away.

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice the sound of crunching leaves following after you. "Love," he called out after you, quickening his pace to catch up to you. You turned around quickly at the sound of his voice, your face contorting into a look of surprise

"J?"

"Why do you think that you need to fix me?" he whispered, the words escaping his lips before he could stop them.

"I'm sorry..." you whispered softly, wishing you could go back and redo it all, scared that you had messed up one of the few good things you had going for you. "I shouldn't have said all that, I shouldn't have tried to fix you, or even think that you needed fixing."

Jasper's expression softened at your words, a flicker of understanding passing between you. "I know I got upset and lashed out when you called me broken," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But that doesn't mean I'm not."

You reached out, your fingers trembling as they brushed against his cheek, a silent gesture of solidarity and understanding. In that moment, you realized that you didn't need to fix him, that you couldn't erase the pain that he carried within him. But you could stand by his side, offer him your love and support as he navigated the darkness that threatened to consume him.

And as you stood together in the heart of the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by the ancient trees and the gentle rustle of leaves, you knew that no matter what trials may lie ahead, you would face them together. Hand in hand, you would brave the darkness, bound by a love that could withstand even the deepest shadows.

"I adore you," he murmured softly, leaning into your palm. He grabbed your other hand, caressing it gently with his thumb before bringing it up to his mouth and planting a soft kiss on the skin of your hand.

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adiraargent · 4 months

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In a world full of boys, he's a gentleman <3

Synopsis: the Slytherin boys and the 'gentleman' things they do Warnings: None :) Characters: Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Tom Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Jasper Rowle

This is Part 1 :)

Mattheo Riddle: opening doors for you

"Hey there, my love," Mattheo greeted, flashing a grin as he held the door open for you. You rolled your eyes playfully at the endearment, a fond smile tugging at your lips as you looked up at your boyfriend.

"Always the gentleman, huh?" you teased, stepping through the door of the Slytherin common room as he held open with a light chuckle.

"Hey, gotta treat my girl right," he replied, trailing behind and falling into step beside you. He nudged you gently with his elbow, his laid-back demeanor effortlessly charming.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. His lips lingered for a moment, and you couldn't help but blush at the tenderness of the gesture. "You're my everything," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine adoration.

Whether they were heading to class, grabbing a bite to eat, or just strolling through the castle halls, Mattheo made it a point to hold doors open for you. It wasn't a grand gesture, just a simple act of courtesy, but it spoke volumes about his thoughtfulness.

"You spoil me too much, you know that?" you remarked with a grin, as Mattheo held the door of his dorm for you.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Can't help it. You deserve the world," he shrugged, following you inside. He wrapped his arms around your waist, playfully throwing you on the bed before snuggling up next to you, holding you tightly against his chest.

Their laughter filled the air as they chatted about anything and everything, discussing everything from stupid things their friends had done recently to their favourite movies. Mattheo listened intently, his eyes lighting up as they shared their stories.

Theodore Nott: Holds your face with both hands when kissing you

"Hey," Theodore greeted softly, his fingers trailing gently along your jawline before cupping your face tenderly, drawing you into a sweet kiss. His touch was always gentle, his palms cradling your cheeks as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

"Hi," you whispered against his lips, smiling as he leaned in to press another soft kiss, his touch grounding and comforting.

"Did you have a good day?" Theodore asked, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek as he held your face in his hands.

"Mmm, it was alright. Nothing compared to this though," you replied, your voice softening as he leaned in for another kiss, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

He pulled back slightly, his hands still cupping your face, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed at you. "You always make everything better."

"You too," you said, feeling a surge of affection as his touch lingered, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your skin.

"Can I just kiss you forever?" he murmured, his forehead resting against yours, his touch never leaving your face.

"That sounds like a plan," you chuckled, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, grounding you in the moment.

As he leaned in for another kiss, his hands framed your face once more, holding you gently but firmly, his touch sending a rush of warmth through you. Each kiss felt like a silent declaration of his love and care, his hands a constant reassurance that you were cherished.

"Promise me something," he said softly, his gaze intense as he held your face in his hands, his touch so tender it made your heart flutter.

"Anything," you replied, feeling a rush of emotion at the sincerity in his eyes.

"Promise you'll never forget how much you mean to me," he whispered, his hands trembling ever so slightly against your skin.

"I promise," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings.

Theodore smiled, his touch becoming even more gentle, as if he was memorizing every contour of your face. "I love you," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling a surge of emotion as his hands cradled your face.

Tom Riddle: Subtle things to make sure you don't get hurt

In the midst of a quiet classroom, Tom and you sat side by side, the ambiance filled with the hushed tones of a lecture. You were unconsciously fiddling with your quill as your tired eyes lingered on the teacher, doing your best to listen to whatever he was saying.

A small sigh slipt from your lips as your dropped your quill, the small object rolling under your desk. As you leaned down to retrieve your quill, Tom subtly shifted, his hand discreetly finding its place at the edge of the desk, ensuring you wouldn't hit your head upon rising.

"Thanks love," you whispered, meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment, noticing the faint blush that graced his cheeks as he quickly looked away.

"Wouldn't want you getting hurt," he murmured, his voice barely audible, trying to cloak his concern with an air of indifference as his eyes went back to the teacher.

"I appreciate it," you replied softly, a small smile playing on your lips, acknowledging his unspoken worry.

Throughout the class, the subtle ways Tom looked out for you were apparent. Whether adjusting his posture to prevent you from bumping elbows or discreetly sliding a book closer to your reach, his actions spoke louder than his reserved words.

As the lesson progressed, you dropped a parchment, and before you could react, Tom swiftly picked it up without a word, his gaze briefly meeting yours with a hint of concern before retreating into his usual stoic demeanor.

"Thanks," you said, your voice warm with gratitude, feeling the corners of his lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile before he composed himself.

"Merlin you're an idiot," he mumbled under his breath, a small smile twitching on the corner of his lips. He loved you, and he did his best to show it. To some, these may just seem like small gestures, but to you, these acts meant everything.

Blaise Zabini: Looking after you while you are sick

"Blaise, I think I'm dying," you groaned, your voice muffled by the mountain of blankets you'd buried yourself under. The room echoed with your misery, and you could practically feel Blaise's amused gaze on you.

"Quite the melodrama you've got going on there," he chuckled, entering the room with a tray in hand.

You peeked out from under the blankets, giving him a weak glare. "This is not melodrama. I'm genuinely dying. I might need to write my will."

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Last I checked, you're broke. And if you're going to die, at least wait until you've cleaned up the mess in the bathroom."

You shot him a scowl before returning to your cocoon of misery. "I'll have you know that this is a serious illness. I even got Pansy to get me a book from the library so I can read about my symptoms."

He set the tray on the bedside table, glancing at you with a mix of amusement and skepticism. "And let me guess, according to Dr. know it all, you have a rare tropical disease only found in the depths of the Amazon rainforest?"

"No, it says I have a severe case of man flu," you deadpanned, voice muffled by the blankets.

Blaise burst into laughter. "Man flu? Really?"

You shot him a glare from under the covers.

He shook his head, still chuckling. "Ok, ok. I come bearing gifts to nurse you back to health."

He lifted the tray to reveal a steaming bowl of soup and a cup of hot tea. Your eyes lit up, and you managed to sit up, sniffling pathetically.

"Ah, the healing powers of chicken soup," he declared dramatically, handing you the bowl.

You took it gratefully, inhaling the comforting aroma. "You're the best, you know that?"

"I try," he said with a wink, settling onto the bed beside you. "Now, eat up. We can't have you wasting away on my watch."

As you sipped the soup, Blaise watched you with a soft smile. "Feeling a bit better already?"

You nodded, the warmth of the soup soothing both your throat and your mood. "Maybe I won't die today after all."

He chuckled, running a hand through your hair. "Good to know. I was planning on having a quiet night in, not attending a funeral."

You swatted him playfully, earning a smirk from Blaise. "You're lucky I'm too weak to defend myself properly."

"Consider it a mercy on my part," he teased, taking a sip of his own tea.

As the night wore on, Blaise stayed by your side, occasionally offering more soup, fetching tissues, and regaling you with stories to keep your mind off your misery.

"You're surprisingly good at this whole nurse thing," you admitted, snuggling into the blankets.

He grinned, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Well, when the patient is you, it's almost enjoyable."

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile played on your lips. "I must be really sick for you to admit that."

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "Maybe you're just bringing out my softer side."

You sighed dramatically. "I never signed up for a softer Blaise Zabini."

"Too late now," he replied with a smirk, holding you a little tighter. "You're stuck with me, even if I have to nurse you back to health every now and then."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling grateful for the care and comfort he provided. "I suppose I can live with that."

And as you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in blankets and the warmth of Blaise's presence, you couldn't help but feel that maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all, especially when you had someone like him to take care of you.

(This is my favourite for sure)

Jasper Rowle: Doing your shoelaces

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden glow into the room as you and Jasper sat comfortably on a bench in Hogsmede just of to the side of Zonko's, enjoying a leisurely stroll that had turned into a serene moment of shared silence.

"Oops," you pouted, looking down at your untied shoelaces, a small sigh falling from your lips as you went to go and tie your laces.

"I've got it darlin'," Jasper said with a gentle smile, bending down on one knee before her.

"Jasper, you really don't have to," you protested, a faint blush gracing your cheeks at the unexpected gesture.

He shook his head with a grin, his fingers deftly working on your shoelaces. "I've got it, can't have my girl tripping on her own shoelaces, can I?"

You chuckled softly, unable to hide your affectionate smile as you watched him tie the laces with care. "You're too good to me, you know that?"

He glanced up at her with a warm smile. "'Just don't want you getting hurt."

As he finished, he ran his thumb over your knee softly a few times before standing up and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, causing your heart to flutter. The simple act filled you with warmth and adoration.

"Thank you," you murmured, touched by his gesture.

"Anytime, my love."

Their fingers intertwined as they resumed their stroll through Hogsmede, the cool breeze carrying the faint scent of baked goods, more than likely from a stall near by. The world seemed to slow down around them as they walked hand in hand, enjoying each other's company.

Hi all! This is my first post, hope you enjoyed it :) I take requests for many different fandoms and characters <3

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