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serverusslaype · 7 months

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potential Snape x professor!reader fic?

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so, this was just a thing i typed up late last night because late night snape cravings hit and i honestly just wanted to write something. it's not perfect, of course, but where else to post it but on this beloved, yet cursed site?! <3

i have a few parts typed up so if people enjoy it, i'll post the other ones. just a heads up, i'm not entirely following the book/movie, sort of just making it up as i go.. so please, do not come for me, it's just a self-indulgent fic at this point. :,) considering i have not really proofread this properly, forgive me for any mistakes lmao

also, i've made the reader a hufflepuff because i am one, and so it's easier for me to write .. also cos i feel like i suck at writing as other houses lmfao

anyway.. here we gooooo..

"You look lost in thought, my dear," Professor McGonagall turned to you, tilting her head in a concerned fashion. You wet your lips and turned to face your older colleague and blinked - a pathetic attempt at trying to ground yourself. She'd caught you daydreaming again. "Everything alright?" She questioned quietly, a kind smile picking at the corners of her lips.

You tore your gaze away from the subject of your attention and looked to the Gryffindor Head of House, who was seated to your right.

"Oh," Clearing your throat awkwardly, you nodded at her. She didn't look too convinced. "Just a long day, I suppose." You lied and glanced down at your hands that were clasped together in your lap; fingers fidgeting nervously like you'd just been caught doing something you shouldn't.

McGonagall didn't look satisfied nor happy with your answer, but she didn't want to press you - that wasn't her business. The older witch was respectful in that way, and for that you were grateful. You offered her a small smile in return to reassure her.

The older woman raised her brows in a disbelieving manner, her twinkling eyes studying your blank face as if trying to decipher what on Earth was bothering you. It felt like you were back in school at Hogwarts all over again, in trouble for breaking the rules or something similar. But you weren't, you were a fellow professor at Hogwarts now, in fact, you were the new teacher for Herbology. Professor Sprout had retired last year and Dumbledore had offered you her position, his memory still serving him well as he remembered you'd always had a thirst and passion for the fauna and flora side of magic. Before that, you were teaching Astronomy.

Currently, you were sat in the Great Hall with the other professors, waiting for Dumbledore to do his usual announcement at the beginning of a new year.

"I don't like it when you lie to me, Y/N." McGonagall gave you a sad look, placing a comforting hand on your fidgeting ones. She stilled your anxious movements and you sighed deeply. Out of all the professors at Hogwarts, you got along the best with the older witch, she had always looked out for you back in school and now. You'd probably say that Sprout was your next closest colleague considering you shared an intense interest for Herbology, so you were sad to see her go.

You didn't say anything in response to Professor McGonagall, you only sucked in your bottom lip and chewed on it for a brief moment before Dumbledore's familiar voice rang out through the Great Hall.

"Good evening, and welcome to another year at Hogwarts," He began, stepping up to the golden owl lecturn, his arms flailing about dramatically. "Now, I'd like to say a few words before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast. First, I'm pleased to announce that Professor Y/N L/N will be taking over the mantle of Herbology, as Professor Sprout chose to retire at the end of last year. I am very confident that she will be a great successor to our previous Herbology professor." Dumbledore announced, turning to give you a warm smile. You stood up and smiled and waved sheepishly as the students and other fellow professors gave you a round of applause, all of them giving you kind and encouraging smiles.

As your eyes flicked round the table of your fellow professors, you got caught in the gaze of none other than Professor Severus Snape. You sucked in a quiet breath, feeling your body go rigid under his cold gaze. After that, you quickly seated yourself, focusing your attention back onto Dumbledore. Over the past year, you'd unfortunately grown a slight affection for the broody man. You weren't sure why, considering how short and cruel he'd always been with you, but maybe that's what did it. A masochist at heart, perhaps? Surely, that was unlikely for a Hufflepuff like you.

McGonagall noticed the tension, and she immediately leaned towards you, glancing at Snape. "Don't worry yourself about Severus." She hummed to you, offering an encouraging smile. Your fingers rushed up to massage your temples.

"I'll try not to, but I'm probably going to come into contact with him more often now, no? Since he will probably come looking for potion ingredients from my classroom?" You groaned, braving another glance at the raven-haired Potions Master. You felt your cheeks betray you, a light shade of pink tinting them as he met your eyes once more. You quickly looked away. If you were going to keep this under wraps, you were going to need to train yourself not to blush at such small things.

"Well, yes," McGonagall said hesitantly. "But I'm sure he will look to come knocking when you aren't there. He's not the most... socially adept man." She pursed her lips momentarily and you met her gaze, scoffing quietly. She let loose an amused chuckle at your reaction. "You know that, of course." McGonagall added, leaning back into her seat. You hummed in agreement.

"Next on the agenda, I would also like to welcome Gilderoy Lockhart as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Dumbledore's booming voice tore you from your thoughts, and the name he mentioned caught your attention. Gilderoy Lockhart? Wasn't he a famous author?

You looked up curiously, trying to spot him in the crowd of teachers. There he was, standing proudly with a million-dollar grin plastered on his too-perfect-looking face. God, what an ass, you thought to yourself. He wasn't bad looking, but he just seemed to think everyone was there for him. Obviously.

"He's not going to last until the end of the year, surely." You commented, trying to hide the amused grin that was desperate to make an appearance on your face. Suddenly, Lockhart looked over to you, as if he sensed you were talking about him. You quickly wiped off the grin on your face and politely smiled at him, praying he didn't see your previous expression. It didn't seem like he did, as he just winked at you instead, making you cringe inwardly.

You had to refrain yourself from letting your head hit the table out of embarrassment. Gods, how many people just saw that awkward encounter? Surely the whole bloody school considering the man was still stood up. You slowly sink into your chair, wishing it would swallow you up.

The next day soon came, and you were up early in the morning, ensuring that the greenhouse-classroom was set up perfectly for your first class of second-years. You'd thought it would be fun to start off the year with an interesting and easy, practical lesson. So you chose to teach your students about the Devil's Snare - a dangerous plant that can kill if you did get tangled in it unless you kept calm and relaxed within it's deadly grasp. You were aware that Professor Sprout had gone over this last year with them, but you wanted to remind them of the dangers that this plant possesses. You potted some of the plant into small containers and spread them out over the long table, placing a small warning sign in front of it to ward off some of the more.. courageous students. Particularly Slytherin ones - you weren't discriminating against them, however in your experience they were usually the troublemakers.

"Professor L/N," A familiar, deep voice came from behind you, almost making you jump out of your skin from how deep in thought you were. Spinning around on your heel, the skirt of your dress twirled with you.

"Professor Snape, to what do I owe the pleasure?" You smiled politely at the dark-haired wizard, clasping your hands in front of you to show some sort of composure and confidence. Despite this, you could still feel your cheeks heating up as Snape prowled towards you slowly, his face still cool as stone.

"An unusual job change from being the Astronomy teacher to the Herbology teacher." He commented, glancing over your new classroom with a frown. The Potions Master stopped just short of a metre in front of you. Snape's cloak engulfed him, and you were reminded of the times you and your friends had nicknamed him the Bat of the Dungeons back in school. He truly did embody the look of a bat perfectly, making you wonder if he had based his robes off of one.

"If you remember correctly, I had a passion for both subjects." You replied nonchalantly, though slightly curious to see why he had paid you a visit. Snape hummed disapprovingly at your reply. Clearly, the man didn't approve of any student that excelled in any other subject than Potions.

"What can I help you with, Snape?" You turned back to adjusting the pots of Devil's Snare on the long table, retrieving your wand from your robes and casting a charm to create a dark rain cloud to sit atop of the plants to ensure they were comfortable. Snape watched you, clearly intrigued.

"I need some asphodel roots, if you will." Snape stated, making you turn to look at him with a cocked brow. He continued to stare down at you with a disdainful expression on his pale face, making you want to curl into a ball. "A student of mine neglected the task of retrieving some." He added with that look of disappointment still on his face. Snape's tone was harsh, and you could tell he was pissed off, this task was below him. Obviously.

You let an amused huff slip out of your nose, a smile picking at the corner of your lips as you just imagined the bollocking he gave that student for forgetting something so important, especially in his class. He instantly cast an angry glare at you, and you wiped the smile off of your face almost immediately. The man might not be your professor anymore, but he still scares the shit out of you for sure and you weren't willing to take your chances today.

"Ah," You nodded softly, avoiding his stony eyes. You cleared your throat and padded over to your row of plants, looking underneath the wooden fixture for the jar of asphodel roots you kept. "Brewing Draught of Living Death?" You questioned awkwardly, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that enveloped you and Snape. A curt sigh left his lips at your pathetic attempt at making small talk.

"I'm astonished you know what I require it for, Professor L/N, considering you were rather... academically inept in your potion classes." Professor Snape said coldly, making your jaw clench. It was no secret, you were shit at potions, and Snape always made sure you were aware of it when you were in school. Again, why were you crushing on this cruel man? The word 'masochist' came to mind again. Nonetheless, why were you even helping him? He clearly has no respect for you.

As you continued digging through your storage unit, you finally spotted the jar of asphodel root behind some empty, dusty jars. You retrieved it quickly, suddenly wanting Snape to leave as quickly as possible. After his cruel comment you weren't exactly inclined to keep his company.

As Snape held out his hand demandingly to take the jar from your grasp, you whipped it away with a fierce frown on your face. You may be a shy, little Hufflepuff, but you did not like it when people spoke rudely to you.

"You know, it helps a lot when you have a teacher you like." You said to Snape, holding his cold gaze. It's true, you're more likely to enjoy and perform better in a subject if you like the teacher that is teaching it.

"I did not come here to squabble with you, Miss L/N." Snape rolled his eyes, reaching again for the jar in your hands but you held it closer to your body. You clenched your jaw as he disregarded your title. He wasn't stupid, he was clearly doing it to get under your skin, and it was working.

"It would suit you better to respect the people that are willing to help you, Snape." You bit back at him with narrowed eyes. You passed the jar to him hesitantly, balling your fists in a small fit of rage as he took it from you. "And it's Professor L/N. I'm not your student anymore."

Snape arched a disapproving brow at you, turning around to sweep out of your classroom, his black cloak billowing out behind him like a bat. Gods, he was infuriating! You wondered how the hell the other professors have dealt with him all these years. The bastard didn't even thank you either!

He'd left you in a sour mood, and now you had only ten minutes until your class of second-years arrived. What a git.

part 2!

there it is,, i hope you enjoyed this late night idea, let me know if you did with a like or a comment, whichever you prefer. then again, you don't need to do either! 🩷 :)

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mythicalmagical-monkeyman · 8 months

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I just realized I can leave asks to moots and make them rant- I mean, let them answer at length if they want to

Thinking about lmk lately, got any headcanons u haven't shared yet? Or some that u really like? could we have some? Pretty please?

yes, u can do that :3 anyways I was going to post some stuff about shadowpeach at some point so anon sorry if u don't like shadowpeach (also sorry if anon is @fellow-fandom-fruitifier bc honestly a lot of these we've already talked about)

anyways here's some shadowpeach headcanons ... actually this is more like wukong & macaque (basically shadowpeach) things i don't see often at all but they still live free rent in my head

or whatever:

Because he's blind in one eye Macaque has really bad depth perception so he needs glasses and because of the trigram furnace Wukong also needs glasses but he doesn't want to admit that he does. Later however Macaque starts wearing glasses, (and Wukong's a total simp over it) so wukong finally admits he needs them too and now both monkies have glasses except a lot of the time when Macaque and Wukong try to kiss now the glasses get the way :3

Because: shapeshifting, Wukong can always be whatever height he wants to be. If he wants to be the little spoon? well now he's short. If he wants to rest his chin on top of Macaque's head? Well now he's tall. And so on and so forth.

They have those "I'm stupid/I'm with stupid" shirts that they'll often wear to crowded places to help keep track of each other.

Wukong also has a white shirt with sharpied words on it that say "Macaque come pick me up I'm scared" and it's his favorite shirt.

They love to pick each other up, both are strong enough to so honestly it's second nature to them also both are very clingy/touch starved/touchy so picking each other up helps with that. They also love piggyback rides, holding tails/hands/feet, lying/sitting on top of each other, hugs, feet rubs, biting each other, and nuzzling each other.

Another thing they love to do is tickle each other with their tails.

However due to ✨ the horrors ✨ they don't like having the other touch their face very much (or most ppl touching their face tbh)

Anyways, Wukong is utter shit at pick up lines, but they somehow work on Macaque

In turn Macaque is a horrible dancer (u can try & pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands) but Wukong loves and enjoys it when Macaque does dance

The pair have two beds in their bed room instead of just one just in case they fight / they just don't want to sleep in the bed so when they sleep together every square of space counts because the beds are smaller to fit the room

These monkies also have matching onesies and they also buy/win stuffies for each other so they have a collection

These two are also a very competitive couple, weather if it's with each other or other people

Macaque has a set number of pet names he will always use, (ex. three pet names), and whenever he doesn't use one of said three it means something is wrong/he's pissed/etc. However Wukong will usually use just the first pet name/nick name that pops into mind.

If you ever happen to watch a disney/pixar/dreamworks movie with them they'll sing the songs at the top of their lungs, especially if it's a love song

Wukong likes Macaque's drawings and thinks they're awesome, he's like "LOOK! LOOK AT MY BOYFRIEND'S BEAUTIFUL DRAWINGS! LOOK AT THEM!!"

A lot of times they send pictures to each other of monkeys or things somewhat similar to the other always captioned with "this you?" (they love teasing each other)

Wukong likes showing affection with a lot of the 72 transformations so Macaque has been tackled by dog Wukong many times, or had cat Wukong fall asleep on him, or has had hamster Wukong hide in his scarf, etc.

Wukong drools and Macaque snores when they sleep

Because of Macaque being a night owl and Wukong being an early bird (or vice versa) the two are always dragging each other to bed/lying on top of each other to try and get them to sleep while the other tries to escape

Macaque can wax poetry until the cows come home but every once and awhile Wukong says some poetic bullshit that just kills Macaque

Macaque is a baby magnet so whenever they go out in public children are always going up to him or staring at him but Macaque is horrible with/very not interested in children so it leads to funny predicaments that Wukong has to keep himself from laughing at

Many of their dates are just them going "lets see what the fuck happens" before heading out and letting the way of the universe (and their own adhd) decide what they are going to do today

They are old gay ass men that still call each other 'boyfriend' like their 17

And last but not least the monkies have a special sign language they created when they first met (and later perfected over the years) because when they first met Wukong was very bad at controlling the volume of his voice and Macaque was still perfecting his ear deafening spells for his six ears so they came up with hand signals/sign language they could use instead. They still use the hand signals but they later got so good at reading each other that they have a kind of telepathy with each other that they don't have with anyone else.

#long post #look at all that shadowpeach #ht told me 2 make it long so i did :D #shadowpeach #shadowpeach shipping #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk six eared macaque #anon ask #Asky time :DDD #rant #TY FOR ASKING

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carewyncromwell · 3 months

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"Together at last! Together forever! We're tying a knot they never can sever! I don't need sunshine now to turn my skies to blue... I don't need anything but you!"

~"I Don't Need Anything But You" from Annie (musical)

x~x~x~x

Awww, yeah, here's some happier belated birthday content for my boy Jacob! ❤️

A while back, I was asked for a headcanon about the Cromwells and either Apparition or the Knight Bus, and in my response, I talked about Carewyn's first time using the Knight Bus, which was when seven-year-old Carewyn rode it all by herself to go surprise Jacob at Liverpool's train station when he came home for winter break in his fifth year. (While he was at school, Jacob would have to take not one but two trains each time to get home for summer/winter/spring break, since Lane wouldn't be able to get off work early enough to drive all the way from Liverpool to London and back.) So this is right after Jacob -- just getting off his second train and preparing to walk home -- was taken completely aback by his precious little sister running out of the assembled crowd to meet him.

"JACOB!" "...Pip? PIP!" "Jacob!" "C'mere! (insert big hug here!) Ah...Merlin's beard, Pip! What are you doing here!? How did you get here?!" "I came to get you! 'Cause it's Christmas. And I wanted to walk home with you...so I asked the Knight Bus to take me!" "You took the Knight Bus here all by yourself?" "Mm-hmm...I paid my way with my allowance. I was gonna walk home with you, but when I told the driver where I was going, he said that once I picked you up, he'd take us home for free, if you just hold your wand arm out over the street." "Wha -- really?" "Mm-hmm. He said it was because it's Christmas, but I think he was just being nice, because he didn't want me walking so far. But I can do it! You walk home from here all the time -- I can do it too..." "Aww, Pippa...of course you could. But it would be awfully rude not to accept the free ride home, when the bloke was so nice about it. Besides...if we get home early, we can cook up some pigs in a blanket as a surprise for Mum!" "...Yeah!"

Jacob and Carewyn ended up sitting in comfy armchairs right behind the mustached driver that slid to and fro with every precarious turn the Bus made around those twenty-five blocks. The bus driver was a pretty sweet fellow -- he was actually a father of a little boy himself, and since his son (Christopher) was a Squib who wouldn't be attending Hogwarts, he was planning to retire from his post on the Knight Bus the following school year so that he could drive him to and from his new school instead. (Carewyn suggested that the bus driver drive Christopher to more fun places too on his days off, like the beach and Liverpool Central Library. Jacob recommended that Christopher should pick a good chunk of those places they went to, so the driver could get to know the Muggle World his son was going to be a part of and the Muggle things he was most interested in.) The bus ride only took about five minutes, but the driver took a bit of extra time parked to help Jacob unload his trunk and pet owl Hoo's cage and wish the two Cromwells and their mother a happy Christmas before zipping off to his next stop.

Sure enough, when Lane got home from work late that night, Lane was delighted by the wonderful surprise her bairns made for supper. Jacob and Carewyn, however, didn't give their mother the full context of how Jacob got home so fast that night until they were much older and were sure Lane wouldn't be upset that her seven-year-old little girl had ridden the Knight Bus all by herself.

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #my writing #my art #jacob cromwell #carewyn cromwell #lane cromwell #art #knight bus

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findroleplay · 9 months

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I'm (25+, she/her) looking for a Discord rp with fellow late night owls. I work funny hours because of my job, and I need some entertainment when things are quiet.

I'm looking for lazy lit writers, who are happy punching out solid multi-paragraph posts but are also super okay doing the occasional text thread when we're bored.

Fantasy prompts: 1) long-term immortals who've weathered the centuries together, who are both very problematic and wholesome; 2) immortal x supernatural hunter, for the angst.

Slice of Life prompts: 1) Bitter exes who never stopped caring, with a taboo relationship preferred; 2) Actor AU with fake relationship nonsense.

Only mxm and fxf shippers please!

#mxm rp #roleplay #rp #fxf rp #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp

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darkdoverpseeker · 9 months

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Hello! Good luck on your exams you've got this!! 🕊️🕊️

I'm (25+, she/her) looking for a Discord rp with fellow late night owls. I work funny hours because of my job, and I need some entertainment when things are quiet.

I'm looking for lazy lit writers, who are happy punching out solid multi-paragraph posts but are also super okay doing the occasional text thread when we're bored.

I'm looking for:

Fantasy prompts: 1) long-term immortals who've weathered the centuries together, who are both very problematic and wholesome; 2) immortal x supernatural hunter, for the angst.

Slice of Life prompts: 1) Bitter exes who never stopped caring, with a taboo relationship preferred; 2) Actor AU with fake relationship nonsense.

Only mxm and fxf shippers please!

interact if interested!

#oc x oc #m x m #f x f #1x1 rp #fandomless rp #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #discord rp #rp #roleplay

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dark-roleplay-finder · 9 months

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I'm (25+, she/her) looking for a Discord rp with fellow late night owls. I work funny hours because of my job, and I need some entertainment when things are quiet. ✨⭐✨

I'm looking for lazy lit writers, who are happy punching out solid multi-paragraph posts but are also super okay doing the occasional text thread when we're bored.

Fantasy prompts: 1) long-term immortals who've weathered the centuries together, who are both very problematic and wholesome; 2) immortal x supernatural hunter, for the angst. Slice of Life prompts: 1) Bitter exes who never stopped caring, with a taboo relationship preferred; 2) Actor AU with fake relationship nonsense.

Only mxm and fxf shippers please!

Like this post if you’re interested!

#roleplay #roleplay ad #1x1 rp #18+ rp #discord rp #mxm rp #fxf roleplay #literate rp

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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Late Last Night

Luke can't sleep, so he goes for a walk, ending up in Los Feliz. Who he meets there will end up changing everything.

Honestly this idea came to me late last night and I've been pecking away at it all day. I dunno if it's going to go anywhere from here, but I thought I'd post it and see what the reaction was.

On AO3!

Luke held his breath as he eased open his window, praying it wouldn't creak and alert his mom that he was sneaking out.

Again.

They had already gotten into it once tonight and Luke wasn't eager for a rematch.

It's not that he hated his house or anything, he just needed to get out for a bit. He and sleep weren't on speaking terms right now, and he found a walk usually calmed his restless mind.

Slipping through the window, he made a soft thud on the ground, and he stilled, not hearing anything but his own shallow breathing and the vague late night traffic that never seemed to stop in LA. Not even in his sleepy little suburb. And nothing ever happened there.

He felt a chill in the air, pulling his flannel tighter around himself as he ambled down the drive, looking back only once to ensure his house remained quiet, dark, and still. It remained solitary so he continued on. The neighborhood had an eerie quality to it this late... Or was it early? Luke figured he was just one owl hoot away from being the atmospheric start of a slasher film.

He kept walking, enjoying the quiet of the world, though his brain was still going a mile a minute. What he needed to do was write, get his thoughts down on paper in some form so they would plague him no longer.

His travels brought him to Los Feliz, and as he walked by the picturesque houses, and he stopped when he noticed light coming down the driveway of one. Through a dense in line of vegetation, he could see a spacious garage, and light coming from within, accompanied by soft piano music.

Lured by the siren song of another night owl musician such as himself, he took cautious steps towards the sound. The door was open a crack, and he peered in. He could see guitars hung on the walls, amps and mics in a pile by the stairs, and the centrepiece of the room, a grand piano.

Sitting there with a glimpse of a smile on her face was a middle aged Latina woman, a long head of dark curls streaked with silver, traipsing down her back. She looked up at him and he saw her sparkling brown eyes, drawing him in. "Hello mijo, what brings you out at this time of the night?"

Luke took a cautious step in, amazed that she was still shredding the complicated piece on the piano while talking to him. "I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk, ended up here. Then I heard you play..."

"A fellow music lover I take it?"

Luke bit back a smile as he got closer to the piano and her. "Yeah. Me and my friends are in a band called Sunset Curve. We're pretty good."

"Show me then," she said, waving to a guitar on the wall. "Play me something."

Luke pulled out his phone, "I mean, I have our demo right here if you wanna hear it."

The woman nodded to the guitar again and Luke bit off a smile before taking it down. The instrument was still in tune, the strings giving a satisfying twang as he struck them. He picked out the melody he had been working on, a haunting ballad about a late night together, sharing everything two people could. But then it ended, as the sun rose in the sky, a new beginning bringing about an ending.

When the last chord rang through the air, Luke's breathing was heavy as he glanced up at the woman who looked stunned before erupting in rapturous applause. "I think you're more than pretty good there mijo."

"Thanks," Luke said with a blush. "Did you write the piece you were playing earlier?"

She laughed. "Oh no, that was Mozart. But I'll give you a Rose Molina original if you want." She then played a soft lilting piece, then transitioning to a harder rock style, her voice raspy and sweet, her accent coming out more as she belted.

Luke let a cheer as she finished. "Wow... That was incredible!"

Rose ducked her head, her hair obscuring her face a little. "Thanks... What's your name sweetheart?"

"My name's Luke."

Rose smiled. "Well Luke, as fun as this has been, it's well past my bedtime, so I can't imagine how long ago yours was. How about you head home, try and get some rest?"

Luke rubbed the back of his head, blushing. "Yeah, you're probably right." He made his way towards the door. "Thanks for letting me hang and play for a bit Ms. Molina."

"Rose," she insisted. "Come back any time Luke, feel free to make as much music as you want here. In fact..." she paused then, thinking, then lit up with a smile. "My daughter, Julie, she's about your age. I think she'd love to hear your music. Just don't tell her I said that or else it'll become some lame band her mom likes."

"Well then, I'll be sure to come back," Luke assured her. "Maybe not in the middle of the night though." They both laughed at that, and Luke waved before exiting the studio, turning back at the end of the drive, only to see it dark and lonely. Rose must have booted it to bed once he left, so Luke shrugged and went on his way once more, finding sleep came much easier this time.

The next day after school, Luke found himself walking the familiar path once more, stopping at the top of the drive. Only this time, the music was halting, mixed with curses and tears. Luke approached cautiously, not being a huge fan of girls crying; he always felt so useless because he was never sure how to help them. A charming smile and offer of a song usually didn't go well in those instances.

He knocked gently on the door to the studio, though it swung open against his fist. There was a girl there, swiping tears away from her eyes and looking up at him in embarrassment. Luke could see this must be Julie right away, she looked so much like her mom. "Sorry, it's just... I was passing by, and I heard music, and then crying... are you okay?"

Julie sniffled and have him a weak facsimile of a smile. "I'm alright. I was just trying to play and I can't. It's like I'm stuck."

"You wanna duet?" Luke offered. "Might help unstick you. Or I could call the rest of my band, we could jam together and you can join or not, less pressure that way."

"Yeah, that'd be nice. I'm Julie by the way."

"Luke. Lemme call the guys, they'll load up the van and be here in a jiffy."

The minutes between the phone call and the van pulling up were long and awkward, Luke and Julie filling it with idle chit-chat. Thankfully Reggie all but burst into the studio, a beaming bolt of sunshine that burnt away the air of gloom that had been permeating the space. He all but bounced over to Julie, and she gave him a much more genuine smile than she was able to muster earlier.

Bobby and Alex followed behind, lugging the gear and grumbling at Reggie about helping, but were cordial enough to Julie. Set up was quick, and soon Sunset Curve was playing a concert with an audience of one.

Julie grinned wide at them, bobbing her head and then getting up to dance as they played, and when Luke offered her the mic to sing along, she snatched it up, belting the words. The music almost faltered as she began to sing, Luke exchanging glanced with his boys.

Was this girl for real?

Her voice was gorgeous, hitting every note with ease, sounding angelic and devastating all at once. She elevated their sound and Luke felt his heart give a little skip as Julie sang at him, showing the gap in her teeth. Followed her with his eyes as she twirled around Reggie, the bassist blushing as she granted him attention, and Luke was tempted to drift over to join them as they sang the bridge together.

Alex shimmied in his stool as Julie rocked out in front of him, adding in a drum frill that Luke honestly loved. Bobby was a bit too cool to give her any more than a wry grin, but when her back was turned he sent Luke a look that clearly read 'holy shit dude'.

Luke knew now why Rose told him to seek out Julie. Her talent deserved to be heard, and all she needed was someone to elevate her. He wondered what she would say if he asked her to join the band.

Finally the song ended, all of them smiling and breathing heavy. Julie looked at them all, "Thank you for that really. It's just what I needed. Thank goodness you happened to be walking by when you were Luke."

Luke bit off an impish smile, and blushed. "It wasn't all me honestly. You can thank your mom, she's the one who told me you would like our sound."

Julie froze at that, turning to Luke. "That's not funny."

"I-it wasn't meant to be?" Luke stammered.

Julie turned to Luke, hands on her hips, and her next words turned the blood in Luke's veins to ice. "Luke, my mother died a year ago today."

#my stuff #writing #fanfic #julie and the phantoms

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moonluringfrost · 1 year

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Okei multiple people have expressed interest in my fanfic so I shall post a bigger bit of it. It's a crossover between Jujutsu Kaisen and The King's Avatar. None of the characters are mine except for Haoyu. Intro: After breaking up with a serial killer, Junpei moves overseas to start a new life. He ends up getting into esports and earns a spot on team Blue Rain. While his new team is very good to him and it's a safe space to heal from his trauma, the road isn't always easy... Content warning for blood, choking, and unwanted touching.

Hands. Sticky, bloody, sweaty, slick hands. Clawing and groping, covering his mouth, his eyes. Clutching at the softest parts of him and digging in. A hand around his throat clamping down and he can’t breathe. He can’t see he can’t hear he can only taste the sweat and smell the blood. Feel the hands on him invading him. Hear the laughter. That laugh, he’s missed that laugh. It oozes into his ears and shoots ice into his veins. He starts and struggles but the grip on his neck just tightens. There’s no air left for him to beg with but he’s trying. The hands on his eyes lift, and he can see again, see Mahito standing there with his too-wide grin, looking up at him from where he’s holding Junpei aloft by the neck.

“I have you,” he says, mockingly soft, "I’ll never let you go again.”

Junpei feels his windpipe collapse under Mahito’s crushing grip.

Junpei wakes up clutching at his own neck, trying to pry off hands that aren’t there. He gasps for air as he takes stock of his surroundings. He’s in his bedroom, Moon Dregs has half fallen to the floor, and he is alone in the room. He pulls his world-weary plush back up to hold, tangling himself in the tendrils in a way that feels safe, despite the nature of the dream he’d just had.

“We’re safe here, Moon Dregs,” he tells the toy. Just to have it said out loud.

He considers his options. He knows that after a dream like that, he doesn’t want to be alone.

He could call Shaotian, he knows that. And if he were more rattled than he was, he might. But he’s clear headed enough to know that Shaotian has a kid now, and absolutely needs all the sleep he can get. He’ll call tomorrow at a better time and check in.

He considers knocking on one of his teammates’ doors, but finds that he can’t bring himself to wake them either.

He decides to go to the kitchenette, get himself some tea.

He’s hoping that someone else will be awake, getting a midnight snack.

No such luck.

He sighs shuddery as he watches his tea steep.

Maybe Yuuji is awake?

If he is, they could talk, Yuuji was great with times like this.

But if he wasn’t awake he would call as soon as he woke up, panicked and guilty about sleeping when Junpei needed him.

Junpei would check.

He pulls open a social media app, checking Yuuji’s profile.

Status: offline.

Well. That was that.

He removes the tea bag from the water, squeezing it out over the sink before throwing it out.

He takes his tea with him to sit in the dim common room. He scrolls social media since he already has it open, and tries to puzzle over why he’s having nightmares again.

He’s been doing well lately, really well. And with the fear burning off in the face of knowing that he is safe here in Blue Rain’s dorms, he’s almost more annoyed with himself than scared. Almost.

He likes a recent post, a picture of a rather over the top mug of hot cocoa with both whipped cream and marshmallows paired with some wafer cookies that’s captioned {Midnight Snack 🍪☕️😋}

Jian Haoyu has a sweet tooth, Junpei notes. He can’t help but want to tease him about it.

He comments: [Wow, is it as sweet as it looks?]

{It’s even sweeter 😊} Jian Haoyu replies, almost immediately.

Junpei can't help but smile a bit at the quick response.

He sips at his tea, and thinks he’ll leave the exchange at that.

Jian Haoyu seems to have other ideas, as Junpei gets a dm notification.

{You’re up awfully late, drifting wave} {Are you a fellow night owl?}

[Something like that.] Junpei sidesteps the question. [I can’t imagine being able to sleep after having that much sugar, have you sworn off sleep entirely?]

{Something like that :p } Jian Haoyu parroted. {But no I’m just an insomniac and had a craving} {And sometimes something warm helps my brain get with the program re: sleeping} {Have you ever tried it?} {Might help with whatever’s got you up}

[I’m drinking some herbal tea right now, actually. Doesn’t taste great, but it helps.]

{Oh gross, tea} {is it the really bitter kind or just the sort of bitter kind?}

[The kind that tastes like flowers.]

{Well that’s not *so* bad} {Not as good as my homemade hot cocoa though~}

[You’re talking a big game about this hot chocolate.]

{Of course} {I can confidently say that it’s the best I’ve ever had!} {I’ll make you some next time we’re in the same city} {It’ll knock your socks off}

[I’m not a huge fan of sweet drinks.]

{Oh} {Okay then}

[I’ll still try it, I’m just saying that if it’s going to “knock my socks off” it’s going to have to be *really* good…]

{I see} {Challenge accepted} {Next time we see each other I will drag you to a kitchen} {No take backs} {My reputation is on the line now}

Junpei snorts.

[Your reputation.]

{Yeah! I can’t have you thinking I make sub-par hot cocoa} {Word might get around} {I’d never be able to show my face in hot cocoa making circles again} {My life would be over}

[Drama queen] Junpei feels a derisive grin spread across his face without his permission.

{You know it!} {Plus a good drama queen act makes people smile} {I hope it worked} {Your smile is the cutest}

Junpei chokes on his tea.

It isn’t hot anymore so he has that going for him, but it still hurts and is louder than he wants to be right now. He hopes his coughing doesn’t wake anyone.

He cleans the spilled tea once his breathing is under control. There’s not much left in the cup so he dumps the dregs and washes it out.

He doesn’t look at his phone again until he’s back in his room.

Eight minutes after Junpei didn’t respond, Jian Haoyu said:

{I forgot some people don’t like being called cute} {My bad} {I won’t take back the sentiment though your smiles are very nice} {Even the sharp one you get when you’re talking trash}

[Sharp?] Junpei can’t help but ask.

{You know, the one where you grin like a shark that smells blood in the water}

[And this is a compliment?]

{Yes}

[You might want to work on that. Most people wouldn’t want to be compared to a shark.]

{oh} {well the important thing is if you’re happy to hear it} {are you?}

[Are you always this direct?] Junpei dodges the question.

{I think so} {If I have a question I ask it} {If I want to say something I say it} {I get the feeling this is unusual?}

[You could say that. It’s not a bad thing though.]

{Glad you agree 😊}

Junpei plays with Moon Dregs’ tendrils as he looks at the screen. Jian Haoyu is a strange guy, but if he was telling the truth about always speaking his mind, he isn’t so bad.

Minutes pass with no new messages between them.

Then Haoyu says:

{Well, I think sleep is finally ready to take me} {Goodnight drifting wave} {Hope whatever has you up so late lets you go}

[Goodnight]

Junpei considered himself. He was feeling better than he had when he woke up, for sure. Jian Haoyu was strange and surprising to be a good distraction, he decided. And if he’s an insomniac, maybe Junpei will message him the next time he’s woken up like this.

Junpei hugs Moon Dregs and scrolls back up the conversation to the part where Haoyu said his smile was cute, and can’t help but feel one spreading on his face.

Haoyu is weird, but sweet. Junpei thinks he’ll enjoy getting to know him.

He exits the app and turns the screen off, getting cozy with Moon Dregs.

He’s ready to give sleep another try.

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andi-is-bored · 2 years

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Hello fellow beings, it’s your resident night owl who just finished the first episode of Loki a year late, and this is what i have to say:

“.……WHY DID I NOT WATCH THIS SOONER?!???”

I loved every minute of it, Mobius showing Loki his timeline and Loki then watching his and Frigga and Odins deaths was so good and i fucking love Tom Hiddleston as Loki and Mobius is awesome and UGH WHY DIDNT I WATCH THIS SOONER AHHHHHH!

*cough* Ahem, so i will be posting my reactions to every episode i watch, i now have to sleep cause it’s almost three am and i’m going to breakfast tomorrow with my family so good night tumblr, and please no spoilers, i’m gonna actually watch this show without doing my usual routine of spoiling myself on the ending and then reading fanfiction for it! goodnight lovelys, sweet dreams and all that shit.

#marvel #loki (marvel)#loki #loki spoilers #not really spoilers since this came out ages ago but whatever #mcu loki #i’m so excited to watch the second episode #episode one #mobius #ignore my rambles i’m tired #and ignore the grammar #goodnight lovelys

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obeymeluv · 4 years

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The Bros and School Headcanons

I have other stuff in mind but this is something short I can put out for now.

It’s my headcanon on the types of school/college people the bros are. I guess you can consider it college AU?

Lucifer

The Type-A asshole everyone probably hates

Doesn’t originally start out that way, doesn’t mean for people to hate him. Soon LIVES for it. Seriously, it’s like his coffee.

Prideful AF. MUST be top of the class!

His motto: “Do it right, do it once.”

Runs on an insane amount of coffee and just as insane (read: little) amount of sleep

The type to remind the teacher about assignments that were due in class if it seems like they’re going to forget about it

Asks about extra credit on day one

If people ask repeat questions that were LITERALLY just answered, he gets pissy and silently suffers

Ends up a little sad and burnt out, wondering if the grade was worth skipping out on other opportunities

Says he’s not going to do it next semester, but gets addicted to that grade high

The “friends” he makes in class are usually fellow rivals and they have a hot and cold relationship that somehow works really well

When he drops the grade-chaser stuff, he’s actually really nice to be around. He has really deep, interesting conversations that are between philosophical and educational (you just have to pull his head out of his ass first)

Mammon

Some people wonder how he got into the class, some people wonder how he’s passing it

Mammon is the dude who looks like he doesn’t know about the subject but is an absolute FOUNTAIN of knowledge

Always has sunglasses on and has some kind of drink within arm’s reach. Usually a very big coffee with lots of espresso

Constant bedhead (even if he says he fixed his hair)

Tried sitting in the front row the first week, kept getting sleepy. Now sits in the back row towards the doors.

He’s either early or late. Never on time.

The one that brings a notebook and a pen to class. Nothing extra.

Usually falls asleep or cat naps. Says he learns through osmosis

This asshole is really good at auditory learning and gets by recording the lectures

Blows through exams like they’re nothing. He’s a good BS’er and gets C’s, minimum. Usually low B’s.

This guy laughs at the Type-A stresser’s and enjoys his minimum studying

Can be suckered into group studying fairly easily but most people won’t study with him because he turns study sessions into anything BUT studying

Knows people who know people. Could probably get his hands on old tests and stuff. If he can, it’ll cost you. A lot.

Levi

This poor baby has testing anxiety hella bad when it comes to subjects he’s not super interested in or that he’s already struggling in

If he likes the subject and feels confident in it, there’s no testing anxiety.

Also brings a drink to class. It’s an energy drink.

Always comes to class early and is usually in a pair of wireless headphones, browsing on his phone

A great visual learner.

His notes are written sloppily and kind of sporadically but they’re decently organized with notes in the margin and things like that

Doesn’t like asking questions out loud. Will either email the teacher, ask after class, or make a friend that isn’t afraid to ask them for him.

If he’s having a good day, he’ll try to make jokes that only make a few people laugh. It’s usually bad timing and he’s a little sad.

MUCH BETTER AT DRAGGING PEOPLE! It’s not something he thinks about. It just slips out! Before his face can overheat, he realizes people are laughing and he kind of basks in it for a while.

Has coordinated stationary; is probably animes he’s into or colors he likes

If he has a laptop, it’s absolutely smothered in stickers

The BEST guy to have a study session with. Something about being in a library or quiet area ramps up his focus and he’s like a second-hand teacher.

Very different from his in-class persona, but is often spot on with ‘If I were the teacher, I’d put this on the exam.’

Want to be friends? Comment on his merch. He’ll start a conversation if he sees a shirt/pin/bag/pencil or anything he likes. It helps if you offer Starbucks or snacks in exchange for being tutored

Satan

Takes pride in his grades but doesn’t go out of his way to make people hate him

Will casually drop his grades when asked, but won’t own up to being the top grade. Very vague (”I did okay. Just like I expected.”)

He more or less enjoys the satisfaction of seeing a good grade come back to him after all that studying

Prone to over-thinking

Probably the first one done, but he’ll do 2 or 3 look overs to check everything before turning it in

Low-key exhausts his professors with written assignments because he gives them a fucking book. It’s all technical and correct but, really, it was only supposed to be three pages!

The one that will yell at the obnoxious people interrupting lecture. Will throw things at them if they’re in reach.

Super protective of his books and class materials. Has a hoarding/scooping reflex when messy people spread out their stuff or unwrap food. The books are not to be desecrated!

If an obnoxious eater/drinker is beside him, he thinks about strangling them to the point where it distracts him from lecture

Usually reads ahead and works ahead

If he gets points off of something, he’ll want an explanation. If he feels the points were taken away unnecessarily, there will be words

If he gets too overstimulated with noises or just hits a point of being fed up, he’ll leave lecture

Rarely brings food or drink to class but can be found at the Starbucks on campus before class. Maybe after. Some days it’s both.

Best notes around. Very technical and perfectly organized. Not colorful or anything, but definitely the envy of people.

Sells his notes/study guides each semester for money

Asmo

That guy who can slide into any friend group

Socially sharp. Can tell who the most prepared are and has an instinct for who the strongest class partners will be

Makes friends with the TA’s before the professors.

Totally convinces that TA to give him hints about the upcoming exams

People either love him or hate him. Most people love him, some people hate them because they can’t be him.

Almost always has a drink and it’s rarely the same. Usually a healthy smoothie or one of the cute juice drinks from Starbucks.

The type to bring in outside food and pick at it while he listens to lecture. Tries to listen, anyways.

Really easily distracted. Gets bored with monotonous voices and HATES teachers who just read off of a powerpoint.

His notes are very colorful and aesthetic but may not be the most informative

Does his best to stay on top of assignments but usually has 2 or 3 big screw ups a semester

Somehow always gets his ass saved. Boy has good karma in stock

This is the guy that things ALWAYS seem to work out for, and they fall in his lap

Proposes cute/semi-extravagant study dates. They are rare and exclusive. Extended to a few choice people (no, it’s not to sucker anyone into giving him class notes.)

Aim’s for C’s because anything more is just a bonus. D’s and F’s are unacceptable.

Will drag a bad partner in a heartbeat. If they didn’t help in the group project, their name isn’t going on it.

Beel

Also one of the types that doesn’t look like he belongs, but he does

Is a fountain of random knowledge

Very strong memory, but not perfect. The type that needs a little push before the absolute WALL of information comes out.

Really strong test taker

Brings tons of snacks to class

Once brought a whole-ass meal to class. He ate it one-handed and took notes with the other.

The guy that somehow gets roped into favors by other people. It’s usually quick stuff and he’s good about setting boundaries to make time for himself and his studies

Want him to study with you? Mention about splitting a pizza or something.

Your hype man. Good guy to reassure you before tests if you get test anxiety

Sick and skip class? He’ll check in on you AND send copies of his notes

Doesn’t always get assignments in on time. Only late once or twice a semester. Either eats the point difference or convinces the teacher to give him an extension.

Will take you out for post-test fun errands

Belphie

Does he exist? You won’t find out until it’s time to take an exam.

Belphie does a lot of research before he signs up for a class. Would like to go 100% online but knows that isn’t realistic, so he combs teacher reviews to get nice, easygoing professors

Has a photographic memory, so all he really needs are the powerpoints and to check out reference copies of the textbooks from the libraries

Tries to take the same classes as his brothers so he can swipe the textbook for a bit

If his only option is a morning class, he DEFINITELY picks the same one as one of his bros to make sure he gets up and goes

More of a night owl

The one that’s addicted to caffeine, stays up all night, and somehow gets 7 assignments done. Has periods of intense focus then it’s back to not knowing what day it is. He just wants sleep.

Usually seen with Beel or Satan. Tends to show up at events with free food.

Loves finals week when they bring in dogs and pets.

Has wireless earbuds and is always listening to a podcast, Tedtalk, or something soothing

Catnaps through class. Even if he’s woken up from a dead sleep, he can answer whatever snarky question someone asked

Takes advantage of the meditation classes and alternative therapy walk-ins promoted by the Mental Health Clinic. He really likes guided meditation with singing bowls.

#Obey me!#Obey me! x Reader #Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader #Leviathan x Reader #Satan x Reader #Beelzebub x Reader #Belphegor x Reader

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klaus-is-the-real-number-1 · 4 years

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The day we caught the train (Slytherin!Five x Hufflepuff!Reader)

missvifdor said: It would be for Five Slytherins with a Hufflepuff reader 🤗 they are very opposite in personality but they complement each other. I love Harry Potter and the umbrella academy, so i'm glad you write about both 😄 thank you,

A/N: this was like kinda vauge so i made up like a story line i guess?? Its kinda a mess and really long?? hope this is ok!! I really like these because i used to be obsessed with HP, in this i imagine Five would be from the really posh part of london where, the reader being opposites to him would be from a northern town and theyre both in sixth year which is age 16-17, i had to do so much research for this lol

Words: 2711

Footsteps echoed through the long empty halls as curfew rolled around, the sounds of students rushing to get back to their dormitories after a long night of studying and hushed whispering of passwords was not an unfamiliar sound at this time of night. Pictures were left empty as their residents wandered away out of frame and the castle slowly went to sleep, except for the prefects. As the sun went down, the prefects got up to do nightly patrols to make sure no students were up past curfew, each house prefect patrolled their own areas around their relative commonrooms to catch any wrong doers, not that they were many.

Tonight was your turn, patrolling the basement level and the kitchen corridor around the Hufflepuff dorm room, waiting for anything exciting to happen yet you knew it never would. Hufflepuffs always had a strong moral code and a clear right from wrong, every single patrol you carried out during Fifth year when you were appointed prefect you never caught a single person, now part way into sixth year still not once incident had occurred.

Yet, for some reason, every patrol you had ended up with a certain Slytherin prefect following you around, Five. Five was unusual to say the least, he was a well respected and slightly feared student, cunning and determined, he had a close knit clique of fellow pure blood slytherins, yet for some reason out of everyone in the whole of the castle, he had a soft spot for you. Even though he’d never show it in front of others, during the light of the day he’d sneak in side glances and small smiles, especially in the first few years making sure no comments came your way about your muggle parents or your upbringing.

Exactly on queue, a familiar sound of footsteps echoed down the staircase leading to you corridor only to stop short at the last step. A small ‘lumos’ echoed throughout the quiet hallway before Fives head pops into view, checking it was actually you there before a large smile breaking on his face as he walked into view. “Hey.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?” You smile to him as he got closer, crossing your arms over your chest.

“They know it’s me on, no one would dare try anything.” He smirks knowing he was right, striking fear into everybody, except you. His eyes soften and his tone became gentle when he was speaking with you. He’d always been like that, from your first journey on the Hogwarts express, talking the entire train journey up, secret library meeting when you both realised things weren’t as simple as just being friends. Things got difficult when blood ‘purity’ came into play, when suddenly you couldn’t be friends, which hurt.

The dimly lit hallways excentrated his features, his sharp jaw and high cheekbones cast shadows on his face and neck, yet his dimples still shone through when he smiles and breaks up the harsh exterior that he puts on. Stepping closer, you lifted your hand to run it through his hair, watching his face break out into a smile and wrap his hand around your waist. Small displays of affection weren’t uncommon between the two of you, only increasing through the years of being at Hogwarts. “I’m so glad you stopped gelling your hair back.”

“Don’t remind me.” He rolled his eyes, remembering his poor style choices of his past. You move your hand and run it down the side of his face and across his jaw, taking a second to admire him before dropping your hand.

“I’ve gotta go, my shifts nearly over.” A sad looking smile broke over his face as he slowly lowered his hand from your waist. “I’ll see you tomorrow though.” You say as you lock eyes with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He repeated back to you. He smiled and started walking towards the stairs, just before his foot touched the first step he turned back to you. “Goodnight, y/n.”

Dueling was always one of the most exciting parts of Hogwarts, it was a welcome break from the immense workload that sixth years had to deal with. In sixth year you were expected to be able to cast non-verbal spells, a mentally challenging task where some were better than others. Over the past month your defence class had been working tirelessly on being able to cast successful non-verbal spells with the promise of having a period where you would be duelling, which was exciting for everyone involved, a chance to show your abilities and represent your house.

“I’m going to be pairing you up today,” Your teacher spoke to you all as he was stood on the dueling table, met with a grumble from the students. “With student of the same ability.” He continued, seemingly unaffected by the disappointed sounds of the sixth years. “When I call you out, both of you will come to the stage.”

Cheers and boo’s echoes throughout the room as students from different houses duled, light flying from wands as students desperately tried to conjure spells without speaking, some pulling through well where others barely being able to produce anything at all. Tension rose throughout the room as more people slowly got paired off, everyone wondering who would be the next pair.

“Y/n and Five.”

Smiling, you walk up to the stage and face Five, seeing a small smile emerge from his stern expression. Wands at the ready, you wait for the call to start from the teacher, already knowing your strategy. The air turned heavy and the room turned quite as everyone was ready to watch the duel, you were both the highest achieving students in the class and people were eager to see who would be the best.

Then it started, Five casting the first spell only to have you deflect it, causing a gasp to echo through the room. You knew it would be a risky move to cast a spell that hadn’t been taught, a spell that wasn’t even in the curriculum. It was the only way you had ever found deflecting a spell without having the spell hit your opponent, Five was stunned for a second before hitting back with another spell, only for you to deflect it again and again and again. Waiting for a hesitation from Five to strike and then you got it, a gap in his relentless spell casting when he took a second too long to think about his next spell.

Before he could blink, he was thrown to the floor with his wand flying out of his hand as you hit him with expelliarmus. Cheers erupted from students interspersed with nasty comments from the Slytherin students, you walk over to Five who was winded from his fall on the floor. Offering your hand he goes to take it before hesitating, under the watchful eyes of his Slytherin clique he lowered his hand and picked himself up, brushing down his robes.

“Right!” Your teacher stood up on the stage with you and Five. “Class is dismissed, remember to keep practicing these non-verbal spells.” Your eyes never left Five as your teacher spoke, you felt a stinging sensation wash over your eyes accompanied by a throbbing in your chest at his actions. You shook your head and turned away, unable to keep looking at him without bursting into tears.

“I need you to stay behind.” He turned to you, giving you a stern look only to soften when he saw you in near tears. Slowly, everyone left the room, either going to the library or commonrooms to await their next lesson due to the early finish. Closing your eyes, you gently tapping the lids with your fingertips to try and ease the stinging feeling, you take a deep breath before re-opening your eyes.

“Am I in trouble?” You say as you sit on the side of the duelling stage, legs swinging as you play with your hands.

“Not exactly,” He sighs, sitting in a chair facing you. “Where did you learn that?”

So you start to explain, lying as you went, as you explained you started to immediately regret even casting the spell in the first place. In fourth year you were spending a late night in the library, trying to find any books to help you excel in your classes, you had piles of books in front of you and then one book you opened had sheets of parchment paper interspersed with the other pages filled with spells that weren’t on the curriculum. It was filled with defence spells, jinxes, curses and more, it had been your guide ever since you found it. This, however, was not what you explained to him, simply saying you were doing some reading and found it and were unable to find the book again.

You could tell he didn’t believe you, but sensed that he wouldn’t delve too far into your story. “You can’t pull anything like that again,” He looked at you for a response so you just nodded. “I won’t go any further with this, you can go.”

The rest of the day went slowly, doing everything in your might to avoid Five, you had been patient with him all these years and him not even wanting to let you pull him up because of his little gang looking at him hurt, it stung. You know he’s loyal to his house but after 6 years of always hiding and sneaking around you just couldn’t bare it anymore, couldn’t bare the fact that Five had let this wizarding class war consume him.

Post day was always fun, hundreds of owls flying into the great hall and dropping off post from friends and family at home, some received letters while others got large packages sent in. Bruce was your barn owl, he was large, brown and robust, he would usually reside on your parents farm, being well loved and looked after by your whole family whilst you were away but always knew when you needed him in the castle.

In he came, swooping down with a letter tied to him and landing elegantly in front of you. Petting him with one hand while the other unties the letter, excited chatter filled the room as most other people were doing the exact same thing, wondering what their loved ones had sent them. Carefully opening the letter, trying not to tear the envelope, your eyes scan over the hand-written letter, smiling at all the information that was written in great detail.

At the very bottom they’d attached a photograph of them all together smiling, along with your dog and a few other animals they all looked after. As you were smiling and showing your friends you felt it get pulled out of your hand; turning around, you were met with one of Fives Slytherin friends waving your photo around, calling on his friends.

“Ere’ give it back.” Getting up, you try and swipe it from his hands only for him to hold it higher, scrunching it as he did.

“What are you going to do about it, mudblood-” Before he could finish his sentence the photo was snatched out of his hand by Five, lightly tapping it with his wand and the photo returned to pristine condition before handing it back to you with a small smile.

“Behave.” Five said to him, pulling him away from your table and back to theirs. A smile snuck onto your face as you sat back down, Five had never done anything like that outside the darkness of the library or the nightly patrols, let alone in front of his friends.

Then, very slowly, he started to actively integrate himself into your life, talking to you in class, helping each other with homework after classes and even sitting with you at lunch on a regular basis. Building up your trust for him again, building up your friendship publically even with all the snide comments other people gave him, he ignored them all for you.

As winter rolled round, snow dusted the castle and surrounding areas as if it was a cake getting doused in icing sugar about to be presented for a meal. Cold nipped at your noses as you made the trek into Hogsmeade, students rushing to buy last minute presents for loved ones before christmas break as well as a stream of students flocking to the Three Broomsticks to get their last sips of butterbeer before the train journey home.

The Three Broomsticks was so full that students were being turned away, it was bursting at the brim with some students even even sharing chairs. The atmosphere was buzzing with excited students, conversations so loud that you couldn’t even hear yourself think. Five and yourself had been lucky, opting to come to the pub first thing then doing your christmas shopping, finding a small booth hid in the corner.

“So are you excited to go home?” He was wrapped up in a hoodie and jacket, a discarded hat and scarf lying on the table, leaving him with flushed cheeks and tousled hair.

“I ain’t going home,” You say, taking a sip of butterbeer. “I never have, I’d have to get the muggle train back north, costs around 100 quid each way.” You tap your fingers against the half empty glass. “Canny afford it.”

“You’ve never gone home for christmas?” Sadness was present in his eyes as he locked them with yours but you just shrugged.

“It’s not that bad, it’s like, my sixth year staying so everyone is just used to me now, I get to phone home and they basically give me access to the kitchen and all the teachers who stay put on interest lessons and such.” A breeze caused you to shiver, wrapping you jacket tighter around you. “I also help with the animals.”

Upon seeing you shiver Five leant over the table to wrap his scarf around your neck before gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear; the small display of public affection causing you to blush. Once you’d finished your drinks you head into town, looking down the alleys for all the little shops you could find, looking for the perfect gifts for your family, asking a slightly unenthusiastic Five for a second opinion and just receiving a series of raised eyebrows or nods of his head.

Taking your time to walk back to the campus, Fives hand had found its way into yours, swinging your entwined fingers as you went. As the large castle came into view a bittersweet feeling washed over you, knowing that Five and everyone else would be leaving for the holidays tomorrow while you stayed at the castle. Even if the empty hallways felt like home there was always a pang in your chest on christmas morning, even if it did ease off during the day whilst sat round with friends and teachers, it still made your chest throb.

Joy was evident in the great hall, everyone talking loudly and laughing with their friends knowing they won’t be seen for the next two weeks, an exchange of gifts and cards being passed around. Slowly, everyone faded out to the dining hall, getting ready to get on the Hogwarts express home, you passed around hugs and goodbyes as your friends left the common room, all of them leaving cards and parcels by your bed and made you swear not to open them until christmas day.

All morning you were looking around for Five but were never able to see him and as everyone left for the station you were convinced he had gone. Defeated, you walk through the empty hallways to the great hall for the regular meeting where the staff discuss the rules with the rest of you who had stayed behind. You heard a voice call your name behind you, quickly turning around, you see him. “Five?”

“They needed a male prefect to stay on campus,” He says as he gets closer, grin covering his face. “So I volunteered.” Instead of answering you just throw yourself at him, embracing him in your arms. His arms instantly wrap around your figure, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Thank you, Five.”

#number 5 #number 5 x reader #number 5 fluff #number 5 imagine #number five #number five x reader #number five fluff #number five imagine #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves fluff

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What’s your fannish ID? cello_shots EDIT now ArcSodium

What types of fanworks do you create? I write fics! My favorite part about writing fanfiction is the ability to put beloved characters into alternate universes or into situations that never showed up in canon. Figuring out what they might do in such circumstances is a fascinating way to study a character. All the while, I get to connect with fellow fans as well as hone my writing skills. And crossovers! I love crossovers! I'm currently working on a Supernatural/Daredevil one.

What are your favourite types of fanworks, when you’re not creating? I love reading fanfiction and I really love fan art as well. Seeing how another person pictures a character and/or how the person depicts the character in their artistic style is such a treat.

What do you like in particular about this fandom? I'm actually pretty new to this fandom! There's just something about Matt and Frank's personality dynamics that makes them fascinating when they interact. I'll never say no to some nice brooding darkness. Additionally, there have been some a-friggin-dorable fluff pieces that turn me into a total sap.

Do you like participating in fan events? I haven't yet, but I would like to... but I can also be a slow writer at times, so I'm hesitant to join stuff like that. Perhaps when I get my current unfinished stories finished, I'll give it a go!

What about your creating process? Oo, good question. Well, I'm usually covered in cats. I'm naturally a night owl, but I have a day job that I have to get up early for--boo!--so staying up late is out. For now, I write when I am able. When I really get into a story, I research. I'm a librarian, so that might have something to do with it. Finding little nuggets of information that I can slip into my stories makes them feel that much more vibrant to me, and I hope that comes across to my readers as well. In short, my steps are research, outline plot, write when I can (while covered in cats).

Do you interact a lot with other fans? I love interacting with people who have common interests! In fact, I have some long-term friendships with people I have met in real life who I originally met online in one forum or another. Others I haven't met yet and likely never will, but we have been long-distance friends for years.

Is there any particular piece you'd like to showcase for this post? The one I'd really like to showcase is still in the middle of being written, and I promised myself (for the sake of my readers), I won't post stories anymore until they've been finished. (That being said, be on the lookout for the piece called "A Stirring of Souls," which I hope to start posting soon!)

Do you have other fandoms you’d like to talk about? Lord of the Rings is a longtime fandom of mine. Also Supernatural, The Flash, and some of the Defenders as well.

Is there anything else you want to tell us about yourself? I'm a librarian and an aspiring novelist. I live with my husband and our 6 cats, 2 goats, and a small flock of chickens (mostly roosters... don't ask).

Where can your fanworks be found? https://archiveofourown.org/users/cello_shots EDIT: Now https://archiveofourown.org/users/ArcSodium !

Thank you, cello_shots ! EDIT: now ArcSodium!

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#Daredevil #the punisher #frank castle #matt/frank #Matt Murdock #content creator spotlight

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mugglemirror · 3 years

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I was tagged by @theleavesoflorien @brightgolden @mercurial-madhouse and @theisolatedlily to do some ask games, thank you for tagging me 💖

Compiled them all and here we are!

—four catch-up questions

Last song: Champagne Problems THE BRIDGE HSJSK

Last movie: Winchester (feel free to rec some horror movies that are actually scary 🙏)

Currently watching: might start Go Ahead, a c-drama my friend recced me and also freak show of ahs. I left halfway through because it was getting boring 🙈

Currently reading: soc audiobook, I want to finish the grisha verse before shadow and bone drops. Also secret history because murder and aesthetic is fun

—writing snippet

I posted one here already 🤗

—favourite fic line (s)

Writing The Blood of Love was a process I enjoyed thoroughly, obviously my favourite line is from it. Italicized the sentence that made me go holy shit at myself lmaoo

While the Thorne Hills manor lived up to its name from the outside, on the inside it was in pristine condition. Everything was where it should be, perfect in every sense. Except it was not. Something was wrong here, the pungent smell of evil was thick in the air. Only a fool would deny its presence.

—this or that

Apologies, this was very indecisive of me 😭

sage green or baby blue || moon or stars || paperback or hardback || piercings or tattoos (can't get them though 😔) || drawing or writing || saturn or jupiter || line without a hook or mr. loverman (I don't listen to the artist 🙈) || ancient greece or ancient egypt || prague or amsterdam || dark academia or light academia || indie aesthetic or cottagecore || stargazing or late night drives || strawberries or watermelons || rings or necklaces || extrovert or introvert || dragons or griffins || ocean or mountain || silver or gold || dawn or dusk || creative or free spirit || early bird or night owl || cook or bake (not a sweet tooth lol) || dagger or sword (Sword only if Excalibur is the one I'm yielding)

—twenty questions

1. Name: Bee (pretend this is my real name)

2. Nickname: Bee

3. Zodiac sign: Gemini ♊

4. Height: 5"1

5. Languages: Hindi, Urdu, English, Telugu.

6. Nationality: Indian (what do I do to find a fellow Hyderabadi here😩)

7. Favourite season: Fall and Winter

8. Favourite flower: Rose, Hibiscus, Jasmine and peonies.

9. Favourite scent: coffee, vanilla, also the delicious smell of Biryani

10. Favourite colour: I don't think I have one??? I have a special place in my heart for earthy tones but, tbh all colours are beautiful. I go through phases where I'm obsessed with a certain colour so that's that

11. Favourite animal: cats, foxes why're they so fluffy 😩😩

12. Favourite fictional character(s): Jane Eyre, Kyo Sohma, Damon Salvatore (the books as well as the show), Francis Abernathy and Henry Winters, Jake Peralta, Raymond Holt, Darcy, Emma Woodhouse, HATSUHARU!!! , the monster and Frankenstein. Adding Lilith as well (fictional because she doesn't exist in Islam)

13. Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee mostly, sometimes tea

14. Average hours of sleep: 6-7

15. Dog or cat person: kitties 🥺

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: a large fluffy one folded twice 'cause I get cold

17. Dream trip: is it cliché of me to say everywhere? Even so, I want to go everywhere and visit as many cities as I can, mostly historical architecture and ruins. Don't fancy a trip to Disneyland though...

18. Blog established: 2019

19. Number of followers: 132✨

20. Random fact: uh idk but I can't seem to remember things, just vague memories, most of them blurred. Also I don't dream much, and when I do it's always nightmares so fun night haha

—my aesthetic

Rules: google/search your name + your favourite colour + the word ‘aesthetic’. take the first four (non collage) photos and voila you have your aesthetic moodboard!

Okay I cheated on this one because Google couldn't find shit so I went to Pinterest instead. I've been feeling blue (it's just so royal!!?!) lately so chosed that.

If you've reached this far, feel free to do them. Also tagging @ashleyjohnsonfanaccount @theleavesoflorien @cupcakentea @falsegoodnight @princelouisau @youreyesonlarry @thepolourryexpress @soldouthaz @brightgolden @raspberryoatss @mercurial-madhouse

#my writing #my aesthetic #this or that

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tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016 · 4 years

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His Dark Obsession (Yandere! Kamski x Reader.) (Chapter One)

Summary: You were the one that got away. The only woman Elijah Kamski ever loved, he thought he could move on, focus on building his company, but despite this you still haunted his thoughts even as the years past. He knew he couldn’t live without you, and he wouldn’t. He was going to do everything within his power to make you his, and his alone. Whether you wanted to or not...

Authors Note: Woo *Wipes head.* I must say it’s been a long while since I’ve written anything yandere, and I kind of miss it. But never less here is my newest Yandere fanfic featuring Elijah Kamski. As you guys are well aware by now I will list any trigger warnings that will be in the chapters in the authors note but since this is just the first chapter there will be nothing overly triggering. Aside from some obsessive thoughts, and mentions of alcohol use.

Now I know that’s really nothing to write home about but if nothing in this fic is your cup of tea then this is where we part ways but I will remember our time fondly. Now that we got that out of the way here is the first Chapter to His Dark Obsession. Enjoy!

Chapter One.

“I love you, Elijah.” You whispered, a sad smile on you lips, your fingers brushing against his cheek, his hand gripping your wrist. “But this isn’t going to work.” You said, pulling away from him.

“Please,” Elijah pleaded, tightening his grip on your wrist. “Please, whatever I did to make you want to leave I’m sorry. Please, I need you...”

Shaking your head you backed away from him, a sad look in your eyes, your dress billowing in the wind as you walked away from him into the night. Your name on his lips as he called out to you. Tears spilling down his face as you left him alone.

“Please, Y/N. Please come back to me.” He sobbed, dropping to his knees, as thunder rumbled over head. Another plea spilling past his lips.

***

It was always the same dream. Elijah thought as he roused. Greeted by his darkened room, sweat had matted his hair to his face, which he pushed away as he propped himself on his elbows, thunder rumbling as he looked out the window. Rolling out of bed Elijah opened his curtains, and was greeted by another rainy day. Big, fat raindrops splattering against the window as he rest his forehead against the cool glass.

It had been years since you left him, years since he was left alone begging for you to come back to him, and yet even to this day you still haunted his thoughts. Thoughts of the past, thoughts of what could have been. He was never able to forget you. There were times when he would find himself watching you through the eyes of your android as you went about your days or working from home. You were a Technical Analyst for Cyberlife. That was how he had first met you. How you had become one of his few friends, and as you can imagine his feelings had grown stronger as the years went on.

As time went on the two of you grew closer, until you were finally together. And for Elijah he foolishly thought the two of you would be together forever. However that was not the case, as you left him only after a year. Stating that it wasn’t working out and you wanted to work on your career. Though Elijah knew the truth, as you relationship went on he noticed the way you looked at one of your fellow colleagues, a young blonde woman with wire rimmed glasses that constantly slipped down her nose. Elijah wasn’t blind he could tell when things were about to fall apart. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less when you did break things off with him. Of course it didn’t help that he all but begged you to come back.

But that was all for naught as you left him weeping in the rain as you left with your young woman, not once looking back. Shaking those thoughts from his head Elijah pushed those thought to the darkened corners of his mind, as he moved to his desk, booting up his computer. That had been years, years that have come and gone and not a single word from you. He should have given up on you years ago like Gavin had told him too when Elijah first told his brother what happened. His brother, however hadn’t been the most supportive of him in his state. Merely rolling his eyes at him as he shoved a glass of whiskey into Elijah’s hands all while telling him to move on. That if you didn’t think that being with Elijah was worth your time than you shouldn’t be worth his.

Easier said than done. And god knew Elijah tried, he tried to fill void in his heart with work, with women, with anything to distract him from you. But none of it seemed to work as you always haunted his dreams. Especially tonight, Elijah turned towards his window once more as thunder rumbled over head. He knew he couldn’t continue to live like this, pining for a woman that didn’t want him. He was above this, he was Elijah Kamski for god sake, he could have anyone he wanted, so why not you?

Elijah blinked as that thought popped into his head. At first he was shocked at the thought that flitted through his head. But then as he sat before his computer he found the idea... Appealing. Biting down on his bottom lip Elijah powered on his computer, an idea forming in his mind, he would get you back, maybe not in the most conventional way of wooing someone, but it was better than nothing. Typing on his computer he brought up your profile, you smiling visage making his heart skip despite the image featuring the woman you left him for laughing with you.

Scowling slightly Elijah scrolled through your page, getting an idea of what your life was like, posts about your daily life, about your work, at first Elijah thought that he wouldn’t find anything he could use when something caught his eye. It was one of your most recent posts.

From a few weeks ago, it read: Ellen and I just bought a new android, everyone meet Katie!” Elijah arched an eyebrow as he read it. First off he never knew you were someone who would post constantly on their profiles about such... mundane things. Secondly he kicked himself for not remembering your...girlfriends name, Ellen. Of course that name sounded familiar and not because she was the one who stole you from him. But because when he was still with Cyberlife, she was one of those up- and-coming types that had been the top of her class in... Elijah gnawed at his lip as he wracked his mind for what she was in before giving up. It wouldn’t matter in the long run, eventually you would be with him once more, and she would just be a footnote in your and Elijah’s history.

But you did just purchase an android, an AP700 if the picture that followed the post was any indication Obviously your previous android had no longer been of use to you hence why you purchased a new one. No matter he could easily hack into it the same way he did with the previous one. Just to see how you were doing. And what better way that to do that than through the eyes of your android? Nodding to himself Elijah liked that idea, typing a few more commands into his computer he quickly typed a code into his computer, and before he knew it he was looking through the eyes of your android.

Though there wasn’t much to see as it was still pretty late, your android, Katie, as you called her was stationed at her charging station in what he could only assume was the kitchen. Using your android to look around he caught sight of you sitting at the kitchen table. Glasses perched on your nose as you glared at your laptop, gnawing at the tip of your pen as you no doubt worked out some problem in your head. You always were the night owl, if the cup of coffee that had no doubt long since gone cold sat at your right elbow.

You looked exactly as you did years ago. Your hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing a shirt two sizes too large and sweatpants. Something you wore often when you worked from home, or were lounging around the house. It looked like things never changed with you. Elijah thought, the corner of his mouth turning upwards at that.

Resting his head in his hands he sat there watching you, watching as a strand of hair fell across your forehead, and he wished he could reach out and tuck it behind your ear as he used to do. Remembering how soft your hair felt, the way you would sigh as his fingers brushed against your cheek, loving how you would lean into his touch whenever he did it.

“Elijah?” A soft voice spoke up, jerking him from his thoughts, making his whirl around in his seat to face Chloe.

The blonde android arched an eyebrow at him as she moved further into the room glancing at the man seated at his computer. “It’s five in the morning, why are you up?” she asked.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Elijah said, as he quickly powered down his computer. Hoping that the android didn’t catch on to what he was doing. “So I figured I’d do some work, on a project...”

Very convincing. Elijah mentally scolded himself as he got up from his seat, a faint smile on his lips as he moved towards the blonde android. Watching as she looked up at him expectantly. But far from the truth, as he looked down at her a thought formed in his mind, one in which you would eventually be his once more, whether you want to or not...

“In fact I have a task for you...”

#Chapter 1 of 6 #DBH #Yandere Elijah Kamski #Tw Obsessive thoughts #Chloe #Elijah x Reader #Female Reader #I know diddly squat about technological stuff so yeah...

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drawlfoy · 5 years

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pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

request: yes! i’m combining 2 slytherin!reader requests because they’re rather similar and i feel weird putting two nearly identical ones out, but i swear the storylines aren’t altered.

summary: draco has a teasing relationship with the reader--they playfully argue and go back and forth but never acknowledge the fact that there may be something more. draco notices her pulling back and becoming more reserved. he follows her out of the dining hall one day to find her having a breakdown over a dark secret.

warnings: breakdown (and not the dancing kind), if the summary didn’t already explain that. swearing and potentially suggestive argumentation. also ooc draco and i say “fuck you” to canon in this one

a/n: this is the first time i’m merged two requests together, so i’m feeling a little wacky but i hope it turns out to what you guys wanted! i’m so so lucky to have readers. i’d love any comments that you may have on my work, even if they’re constructive criticism!

music recs: peach pit is what comes to mind but i’m listening to scary stories as i write this lol because i live on the edgeeeeeee

word count: 2,924

Y/N was an organized girl, no doubt about it. So organized, in fact, that she never lost anything, and she most certainly never lost track of her wand.

So when she noticed in Charms that her wand was not stowed away in her cloak pocket, she immediately knew who did it.

Without even as much as a hello, Y/N strode over to her “friend” and fellow house member Draco Malfoy and shoved her hand into his pocket, wiggling it around.

“At least buy me dinner first.” Draco had started at the sudden sensation, but once he smelled the perfume of the witch behind him, he knew exactly who it was, not bothering to give her much of a reaction.

Y/N fished around his pockets for a bit before grabbing his shoulder and yanking him around.

“Where is my wand, Draco? I know you have it.”

He smirked evilly down at her, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

“Yes, you do!” She pulled him towards her by his green and silver tie, trying to look as menacing as possible. “I swear to god, Draco, I’m gonna hex you into oblivion if you don’t give it back.”

“With what wand?” He laughed. “And let’s be real here, Y/N, you wouldn’t anyways. You love me too much.”

Y/N’s cheeks grew red at the suggestion.

“As if, Draco! Give me my wand back, or I’ll throttle you with my bare hands!”

“Ooh, kinky.”

She let go of his tie, shoving him away. Who was he to suggest these things to her? He’d never been interested as long as she could remember--no matter how many subtle hints she’d dropped, he remained oblivious, instead choosing Pansy’s incessant fawning.

Pretending like it didn’t hurt when he was ignoring her was easy. Pretending it didn’t hurt when he was inches away from her face and fake flirting with her was a whole other deal.

“Give me my wand, you git,” she commanded, holding her hand out. Perhaps if she was animated with her hands, he wouldn’t notice her blush.

Draco raised an eyebrow, one side of his lip rising along with it.

“Ask nicely.”

“May I please have my wand back?” she spat, each word filling her mouth with venom.

“We could work on your tone a tad, but I guess I might as well,” he responded, nonchalant and ignorant of the searing look she sent him. Digging through his satchel, he retrieved her wand, pressing it into her hand.

Y/N sent him a syrupy sweet smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. In the corner of her vision, she could see Pansy watching her with a sour look on her face.

She was never one to disappoint an audience.

“Thank you, Draco,” she cooed, taking a complete 180 from her previous demeanor. Throwing all caution to the wind, she stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

When she settled back down to her usual height, she noticed that his eyebrow was still arched, but his evil look was replaced with one of inquisitiveness.

“I knew you were in love with me,” he crooned.

“No, I’m just a big fan of charity work,” she shot back, spinning around and walking back to her desk.

It was, after all, just another Tuesday.

♥♥♥♥

“Are you still hopelessly obsessed with Draco?”

“Huh?” Y/N diverting her attention from her studies to what her roommate, Millicent, had just asked her. “Sorry, I was deep in a passage and didn’t catch that.”

Millicent rolled her eyes, crossing her legs on her bed.

“I asked, are you still into Draco? I remember you talking about him in 4th year when we were getting dates for the Yule Ball arranged.”

“Oh.” Y/N let her eyes fall back onto her textbook. “I don’t know, Mills. I think he’s kind of an arse. He totally knew that I was into him and asked Pansy instead.”

Millicent chuckled sourly at that.

“Yeah, he was kind of immature back then,” she offered, resting her chin in her hand. “But, I don’t know, don’t you think that you guys have chemistry?”

Y/N thought for a few moments.

“I can’t say,” she responded. “But chemistry doesn’t really mean anything if they don’t care about you, you know? I think he messes with me just so he can feel like I’m still on the hook.”

“How do you know that?”

“How do I know that he’s just using me?” Y/N rolled her quill over in her hands a few times. “I can’t say for sure, but I’m normally good at reading these situations and I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“So you’re saying that you do have hopes that he’s interested?” Y/N didn’t have to turn to know that her roommate was plotting.

“I’m saying that I really don’t have time to be worrying about it right now,” Y/N opined.

Before she knew it, a hand was taking her quill out of her hand and closing her textbook.

“Hey! You can’t--”

“It’s been too long, Y/N,” Millicent whined. “We need to have a good gossip, and now that midterms are over, we can catch up. Please?”

Y/N couldn’t help a smile from creeping into her stony expression. While she had had reservations about her roommate at first, she soon learned that they brought the best out in each other.

“Okay, okay, but I’m not making any rash decisions, alright?”

“And when would I ever let you do that anyways?”

They both erupted in giggles while Y/N allowed her friend to pull her onto the bed.

“So, for starters,” Millicent began. “I heard that Draco and Pansy are going through a rough patch right now.”

“And who did you hear that from?”

“Irrelevant. But if you care, Blaise, and Theo confirmed it as well. And I would’ve found out without their help...they’re acting weird. Pansy looks like she’s ready to slit his throat at a moment’s notice, if you haven’t been paying any attention for the past 4 hours.”

Y/N laughed nervously. Of course she had noticed...but she didn’t want anyone to realize how much she actually cared.

“Yikes, I hope they figure that out. Their parents are going to be mad if they break up, right?”

“No, probably not. His parents really want him to end up with a Greengrass...something about settling a deal from a few generations ago.”

“Oh.” Y/N swallowed any other hope that she had left. “That sucks for Pansy. I know how much she likes him.”

Millicent paused for a moment, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been feeling bad as well,” she said, her tone softening. “I’ve noticed the pain in your eyes whenever you see them together.”

“And it doesn’t help when he seeks me out to mess with me!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “I try so, so hard to forget about him and pretend like he doesn’t matter to me, but he finds all of these ways to keep butting back into my life and it always works...”

Her roommate began rubbing her back, allowing the few tears being shed to fall in peace.

“You’re worth so much, Y/N,” she told her firmly. “And unless I’m wrong, which we know is impossible, I think he kind of likes you too.”

“I don’t think you understand, though,” Y/N whispered. “Why would I ever want to be with someone who thinks of me as a second choice?”

Millicent was silent for a few breaths.

“Yeah. Maybe his parents pushed him to date her, though? Maybe he has a good excuse?”

“I don’t know, Mills. I’m just not going to think about it anymore, alright?”

♥♥♥♥

Draco was sitting across the breakfast table from Y/N, watching her sip her tea, waiting for the moment to throw another comment her way.

The screech of owls interrupted his thought process, signaling that the morning post had arrived. A snowy owl landed gracefully next to Y/N’s plate, bearing a letter with a red wax seal on the back.

She shook herself out of her daydreams--she had been up late the night before cramming for an exam and had burnt through an entire candle. Stroking her owl, she whispered a genuine thank you and instructed it to fly on home.

Y/N picked up the letter, fingering the parchment. It was clearly from her parents--the wax seal bore the mark of her family’s crest. Confused, she ripped open the envelope and began skimming the letter.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Her vision began to blur as she folded the parchment up, shoving it back into her pocket.

“Hey Y/N, what’s going--”

Before Draco could finish his sentence, she was already halfway down the aisle, moving quickly to the exit. He watched her go, wishing that he could follow but knowing that it wasn’t a good idea with the tension regarding Pansy.

It was high time to break up with her anyways--no reason to keep up appearances when he didn’t desire her.

♥♥♥♥

As the week went by, Draco noticed more and more changes in Y/N’s demeanor. She was eating less and spacing out more. Her skirt was wrinkled on Friday, something that rarely ever happened, and she was no longer sending him bitter remarks in response to his flirty ones. On Saturday, she stayed in her dorm instead of joining her friends for a day in Hogsmeade, something he had never seen her miss before.

Something was clearly wrong with Y/N, and for some reason, this twisted something in his chest more than breaking up with Pansy did. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw her messing around in the common room, either. It was unnerving, really. The witch had no business worrying him like that.

So, when he passed by her during a free period and saw her walking ahead of him, he made the executive decision to finally do something.

“Y/N!” he yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify the sound. “Y/N, wait!”

She halted, turning around slowly. When she saw who had called her name, she stiffened and made to continue on her path.

Draco, anticipating such a reaction, had already begun to jog towards her, lightly pushing past the rest of the students going the same direction.

“Y/N! Please, I need to talk to you!”

She picked up the pace, but Draco’s long legs caught up to her as he slipped a hand into the crook of her arm, startling her.

“What do you wa--”

“Can I please talk to you? It’ll just take a second. I promise.”

Her expression was unreadable, but he could tell that she was considering her options.

“Fine,” she finally said. “What is it?”

“Not here,” Draco quickly said. “Somewhere private. The common room, maybe?”

“If you wanted to off me, I doubt anyone would notice if you did it right here,” Y/N said, waving her hand dismissively. “But if you would really like to talk there, then I guess I’ll comply.”

Without another word, Draco led her down to the dungeons, keeping his hand tucked in her arm, not trusting her to stick by him. It felt strange--normally he was the one holding his arm out, but then again, this entire situation was out of character for him.

Once they had reached the common room, Draco waved his wand and lit the fire, sitting down in front of the couch to watch the green flames lick the stone.

“Sit,” he instructed, patting the space on the couch next to him.

Surprisingly, Y/N did as she was told, folding her legs up on the couch and sending Draco a death stare.

“Get on with it.”

“I just...I wanted to make sure that you were alright,” Draco faltered. Playing therapist was not something he had experience with. “I’ve noticed you acting strange since you got that letter at breakfast and it’s making me worry. Can you just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it and we can be normal again?”

Y/N was silent for a while.

“You can’t fix this. Not this time. I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean I can’t? Just tell me, Y/N, please.”

Silence again...except for something else. Draco stole a glance at Y/N and was stunned to see the firelight illuminate tears rolling down her face.

“Oh, no, Y/N, what’s wrong?”��

The question only made her gasps for air louder as Y/N curled herself into a ball.

“I’m sorry,” she managed. “You should go. You can come back later when I’m calmer, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologize,” Draco murmured, bringing up a hand to steady her shoulder. “Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll make it better, alright?”

“My parents are forcing me into an arranged marriage,” she whispered, hugging her knees to her chest. “He goes to Durmstrang. I hate him. They offered my hand in marriage because they want his father to be more amiable to mine in this business deal, and since I’ve never been in a relationship, they think it’s the only chance I have anyways at finding a life partner.”

The sobs had stopped. Her tears fell silently now, staining the whites of her sleeves.

Draco himself had to process the information. Y/N, married to someone else? No, he never could’ve imagined that.

Without anything particularly useful to say, Draco just opened his arms.

“C’mere,” he awkwardly mumbled.

Y/N studied him for a few seconds.

“I’m going to get snot on your shirt.”

“I don’t care.”

With that settled, Y/N released her knees from her hold, instead crawling into his lap. He stroked her hair as she wept into his shirt and clung to him.

Oh, how this was embarrassing for her. She supposed that there was a reason why her parents were so desperate to accept an offer for her hand.

Draco suddenly stopped, moving his hands to tap her shoulder.

“Y/N,” he began, “Would they make you marry him if you were already in a relationship?”

She sat up, blowing her nose into her handkerchief before answering.

“No, probably not. Why?”

“Well...” He pondered for a second, wondering if he was really going to be brave enough to say what he wanted to. “What if I was in the picture? They wouldn’t care to pass you off to some random Durmstrang boy if you had a Malfoy instead, right?”

Y/N stared at him.

“Er... probably not. That’s nice wishful thinking there, Draco.”

“I’m being serious!” He wasn’t expecting it to go this direction.

“How do I know that you’re not joking?” she queried, scootching further away from him and trying to ignore the pain that flashed across his eyes.

“I let you cry all over my dress shirt,” he reminded her, motioning to the stains on his chest. “Do you think I’d do that for any girl?”

Y/N just shrugged, hiccuping once before she stuffed her handkerchief back into her pocket.

“I wouldn’t.” Draco answered his own question, reaching up to gingerly brush her hair out of her eyes. “I know it must be weird seeing me with Pansy.”

“Yeah, no shit,” she mumbled. “I didn’t even think about that. My disbelief was due to the fact that you’ve never been interested.”

Draco flinched.

“I don’t think you’re completely right there,” he said, his hand pausing to cup her face.

“Are you forgetting the Yule Ball ordeal? How you knew how much I liked you but you still went with Pansy instead?”

“You don’t understand,” he responded hastily. “I didn’t know--I was 14 and an idiot. I couldn’t tell if you liked me or not and I knew that she did, so I wasn’t afraid.”

“And so you dated her for another 2 years?” Y/N answered in disbelief, seemingly forgetting the fact that she had just been crying her eyes out.

“At first it was to make you jealous,” Draco explained. “But then Pansy’s parents began to expect a lot out of us, and I was waiting for the right time to break it off, and it just didn’t....ever come around.”

Draco jumped as Y/N smacked his shoulder.

“You’re an idiot,” she snapped.

“I know.” Draco gulped. “And I’m sorry about that, Y/N, I really am. Let me make it up to you. Owl your parents and tell them that you had forgotten to mention that you’re already in a serious relationship with me.”

He curled an arm around her waist, highlighting the fact that while she wasn’t lying on his chest, she was still nestled into him.

“Under one condition,” Y/N told him, an elvish glint in her eyes.

“Yes?” He reached up his free hand to boop the tip of her nose.

“What was that?!” Y/N jerked her face away from his.

Draco smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, I’ve always wanted to do that. You were saying?”

Her mouth was parted slightly in confusion as her brain tried to recall what she was about to say.

“I--just don’t be a pill, Draco, alright?”

“C’mon now, when have I ever been one?” He smirked down at her, wearing the expression that he adopted whenever they teased each other in class.

Y/N was trying her hardest to stay composed, but a genuine smile fought its way onto her face. It only widened when Draco leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead.

Pulling away, he uttered the words that would lead to her lightly smacking him on the shoulder again:

“I told you I could fix it.”

final a/n: kindaaaaaaa mad that i took on this request at this point because i totally could’ve turned this into a series where the reader and draco don’t admit feelings this early and instead decide to “fake date” so both parents would be happy but i have a lifeeeee grossssss

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