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wickxdangels · 4 years

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Uhtred Ragnarsson Imagine; Love Conquers All.

This was a little something I came up with yesterday at around 3 am while trying to sleep, I thought it was cute and quickly wrote it down on my phone so I could write about it. I hope all of you enjoy it like I did! Love you all xx

Pairing: Uhtred Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: None

P.S: This is set in an AU.

It was a day of celebration in Wessex.

Today was the banquet in honor of yet another victory in battle led by Uhtred Ragnarsson. It was also an excuse for King Alfred to find a suitable husband for his daughter, Princess Y/n.

The palace was decorated beautifully, with flowers hanging all over the ceiling, a group of musicians playing joyful songs and people dancing around while the rest ate and drank with cheerful smiles on their faces. As usual, King Alfred sat in the middle of the main table followed by her wife on his side and the other side occupied by his children, the princess and the prince.

Alfred looked at everyone in the banquet, his eyes roaming all around the place as he saw the respectable men from the different countries across the land; all of them perfectly suitable for his daughter. He just had to choose wisely.

On the other side of the table, Y/n slowly slid away from her chair, giving a wink to her little brother as he nodded in a silent agreement. She then with careful steps, disappeared off to one of her favorite rooms in the castle.

Her hands softly undid the tight braids on her head that her mother had made her wear for the celebration. Her feet swiftly carried her towards the room, her hands left her already messy hair to open the door of the room, and with a careful look to each side of the corridor she slid inside.

Being inside of the room wasn’t forbidden, yet she knew that missing out of the banquet would surely earn her a nice long talk with her mother.

She smiled as she walked around, her hands touching the desks that sat there along with some old books before she quickly made her way towards another pair of doors which she slowly opened, revealing a balcony where she would often sit down to admire the stars and constellations on warm nights. Her mind wandered off, thinking how there were so many things about the universe yet to be discovered, how they must look so little if someone were to watch them from above the sky.

Yet her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door being opened, she knew that it couldn’t be her parents cause neither of them used the room. Her worries went away when she saw the familiar figure of the brave warrior, Uhtred.

“I thought you would be enjoying the banquet..” his deep yet gentle voice said, a smile curving on the side of his lips as he closed the doors behind him.

“I could say the same thing to you.” she chuckled. “After all, it was meant as a celebration of your glorious victory.” she spoke.

Uhtred made his way closer to her, looking around at the room they were in as she went back to stare up at the stars with a sigh. “I heard from trustworthy sources that your father took this opportunity to find you a husband, is that true?” he asked, taking a seat next to her.

She giggled for a moment. “Is there any chance that those trustworthy sources names are Finan and Father Beocca?” she looked at him, he simply nodded with a smirk on his lips. “But, yes. Alas they were correct.” her giggles died as she sighed.

“You do not sound quite content with that.” he commented

“How could I be content with my father marrying me off to some stranger? Marriage should be the sacred union of two souls who love each other, not a strategic contract.” she spoke firmly. “I guess that’s one of the many perks of being a princess, huh?” she sarcastically said as she played with the hem of her dress.

“Maybe.. maybe with time, you’ll be able to fall in love with the one your father has chosen for you.”

“How could I do that when my heart already belongs to someone else?”

She confessed, her eyes directly staring at his blue ones as they looked down for a moment before regaining composure once again. She was still, her heart beating faster as they stayed quiet for a moment.

“Sometimes life is not fair..” he softly said, grabbing her hand as he ran his fingers against her palm. “Sometimes all we can do it’s to keep on going and try to forget what we’re leaving behind.”

“I cannot do that, Uhtred.” a tone of sadness overcoming her voice as she almost choked on her words. “I cannot ignore the way my heart aches everyday, I simply cannot ignore the fact that my heart, body and soul aches for you..”

Uhtred eyes quickly diverted from the floor to her eyes, who were glowing under the moonlight and due to the tears that were filling it. His heart starting to beat faster, as she felt her hands squeezing his. Her eyes screamed his name in silence.

Both of them wanted to keep their unspoken feelings hidden, knowing that their love was not only impossible, but forbidden. Her father and mother wouldn’t approve, he was a pagan and she was a Christian. She needed a husband who could give her country a strong alliance, and Uhtred was still in the process of taking back Bebbanburg.

“I could never love someone as much as I love you, Uhtred Ragnarsson.” she sincerely confessed, moving over to him as her lips embraced his, moving in a passionate yet slow synchrony as his harms snaked around her waist, holding her as if someone were to take her away.

“My heart will always be yours, Y/n. From now until my dying breath.” he said breaking away from the kiss, pressing their foreheads together as her cheeks were getting wet with her tears. His hands wiping them away and holding her body against his, wishing for her to stay in his arms forever.

“I should’ve seen this coming.”

A voice on the far end of the room spoke, making both of them turn around quickly as their eyes fell on the figure of King Alfred, who made his way inside when both of them were too busy confessing their love for each other.

“I should’ve known that you two were in love.” he said, his arms crossed against his chest as he maintained a stern look on his face. “Yet I think I may have decided to unwillingly look past it.”

“Father, I—” she tried to speak as she stood up swiftly.

“Silence, now.” he said, holding his hand up to her as he looked at the man behind her. “I wish to speak with you, Uhtred.”

She looked back at Uhtred with a frightened look on her face, not knowing what her father would do to him with the information he had just acquired.

“Father, please..” she begged looking at him.

“At once, Uhtred. Please.” were the only words Alfred spoke as he walked outside of the room.

Uhtred stared at the woman in front of him, trying to give her a confident smile as he then walked towards the outside of the room. Once he was out, he closed the door after him, looking up to find the King standing in the middle of the corridor.

“I want to say that—”

“Do you truly love her, Uhtred?” were the first words that came out of the King’s mouth.

“What?” Uhtred spoke confused, that certainly was not what he thought the King would be asking him.

“Would you die for her, Uhtred?” he continued.

“I would do whatever it takes to make sure she is happy.” Uhtred replied without thinking. “I love your daughter with every fiber of my being and would die for her without a second thought.”

Alfred stared at him for what seemed like minutes, nodding softy as he intertwined his own hands and walked around for a bit before staring back at Uhtred.

“It’s decided then.”

Was the only thing he said, leaving Uhtred confused as Alfred opened the door and looked at her daughter who had tears in her eyes and a worried look on her face as she looked between Uhtred and her father.

“I have decided..” he started speaking to his daughter with a firm look on his face before it turned into a soft one. “That the man you shall marry with is Uhtred of Bebbanburg.”

Her mouth was agape as he stared at her father, she could not digest what he had just said as she looked at Uhtred, who also had a shocked look on his face because of what her father had just said.

“Nothing will ever be more important to me that seeing my daughter happy.” he told both of them. “And if my daughter’s happiness is being with you, then I would not have it otherwise.” he gave them a soft smile as he walked towards Y/n and caressed her cheek before kissing her forehead in a loving manner. “I would never forgive myself if you were to carry an unhappy life.. all that I ever wished for my children, is for them to live a blissful life, like the one I have with you, your mother and your brother.” he cleaned her tears as he gave her one of the sweetest smiles she has ever seen on her father’s face.

“Now, I will talk with your mother about this.” he explained as he looked between the two of them before staring at his daughter once again. “Have no fear my child, I know she’ll come to her senses once I talk to her.”

He then, with one last kiss to her daughter’s forehead, left the room.

Y/n was quick to jump into Uhtred’s arms, the man squeezing her so tight she was sure he would break her bones anytime. Joyful laughs came from his lips as she stared lovingly at him with happiness in her eyes. “I cannot believe what just happened.” she said between smiles.

He looked down at her, his blue eyes shinning with joy as he caressed her soft face. “I think it’s true to say that love conquers it all..” he gave her a warm smile.

“I love you, Uhtred of Bebbanburg.” she smiled brightly at him.

“And I love you, Y/n of Wessex.” he replied before closing the distance between them and kissing her lips passionately.

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wickxdangels · 4 years

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Sihtric Kjartansson Imagine; A Savior.

Hey lovelies! Today is the day for a Sihtric Imagine! I’ve got to say Sihtric is one of my favorites in TLK and Arnas is definitely my biggest celeb crush right now! Hahaha, anyways, this imagine was inspired by Brida being a slave for the Welsh.. but more like an au, soo.. hope you like it!

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

Warning: A little angst. mentions of killing, slavery, scars.

Request: Someone requested for a Sihtric imagine with any prompt, so this one is for you.

“Hurry up, slave!” the angry voice of a welsh soldier spoke, lifting up his cup as he stared at the woman with an annoyed look in his face. “I said hurry up!” he drunkly yelled once again.

She was tired, her back felt if a dozen of bricks had fallen on top of it. Her feet ached as she walked towards the man, the weight of the iron clasp around one of her ankles was enough to bruise it as she stopped in front of him, and with a roll of her eyes she poured the ale on his cup. “I’m still wondering why we haven’t kill you already, you’re getting slower by the day.” He huffed out, spitting on the floor close to her but she could only roll her eyes, she knew if she were to reply back back to him she would get whipped, the scars on her back were proof of it.

‘I’m asking myself the same thing.’ She thought while she filled his cup and then she left, grabbing the ale pitcher tightly on her hands as she sighed, making sure every other cup had plenty of ale so she wouldn’t have to keep standing up each time.

There was still a faint pain on her ribs from the beatings she had in the past, but she slowly inhaled in, knowing it’d go away.

She’s been a slave for the Welsh for some time now, she didn’t keep track of it so it may have been months or even a year. She had run into some of their soldiers unknowingly as she tried to scape from some Danes who had invaded and burnt down her village. The Welsh outnumbered the Danes so they were able to kill them, she thought they would let her go but she was so wrong. Instead, they took her with them and had her chained to a wall, as if she were some kind of wild animal.

The first few weeks were rough, she of course tried to put up a fight to them as they forced her around, which ended up with her back being whipped, her face slapped or her ribs beaten. She learned the hard way to keep her thoughts to herself and comply or there would be consequences. At this point, she thought she should’ve stayed and died with her family.

She felt her chain being pulled, looking up she found one of the soldiers playing around with it to bring her closer, she was dragged towards him as he made her sit down on his lap making her feel disgusted, she hated feeling like a rag doll, dragged to their disposition without her being able to complain or say anything against it.

“Now, come on and provide some entertainment..” He nastily said while smirking, his hands running up and down her sides as she felt repulsed and it was quite noticeable on her face, she felt his hands now trying to go under her clothes as she quickly stood up, pushing herself away from the man as he grabbed down harshly on her arm. “Don’t be a little bitch!” He growled as he tried to grab her once again, she kept pushing him and trying to fight his hands off her body.

“Forgive me..” she spat to him “But I would rather die than to entertain you.” she finished, looking at him with hatred in her eyes.

“Oh, I bet you’d like that, won’t you?” he smirked, standing up as he grabbed her by the hair, pulling from it rather harshly. “Too bad that won’t be coming true any time soon so you better obey, you little Saxon bitch.” he exclaimed as he opened the lid of what looked like a sewer and tossed her down, she fell with a groan as pain invaded her back and entire body once again. “Now that’s were you belong, like the filth you are!” with a laugh he closed the lid, it had holes on it so she could still see him as he did so. Then with another sick laugh he started to piss down into it, with disgust she quickly crawled away, pushing herself against the dirty walls of the sewer, angry tears pooling in her eyes before they ran down her cheeks; she wished for things to go back like they used to be, but she knew that this would be her raw reality from now on. Slavery.

Furiously, she grabbed the cross necklace that hung around her neck and threw it away, she no longer believed there was a God.. maybe the pagans were right, maybe she’s been praying to the wrong deity this whole time cause he sure as hell wasn’t listening to her repeated prayers and he sure did not help her parents or the people of her village when they most needed him.

She then just closed her eyes, looking up as she prayed like she did many times, to whomever would hear. She prayed for a way out of here, for a second chance in life, for something to put an end to her suffering. She squeezed her closed eyes, the words coming out her lips in a mutter as she prayed and prayed until she felt her body giving up and suddenly she passed out.

Moments later she opened her eyes, the first thing she could hear were the screams coming from way up, she looked up too see what is was happening through the holes of the lid but they were covered by something, she tried to break free from the chain but she couldn’t, she was too weak.

She kept hearing more screams and the clash of metal, probably from the swords as she realized someone had invaded the Welsh territories, she didn’t know if they were Danes or the Saxons but she knew that she had to get away.

“Help! Is anyone there? Help please!” she cried out, banging on the walls hoping someone would be able to hear her. “I’m down here, please!”

The groans and thuds kept on going for a moment before she could no longer hear them, that’s when she started to yell more.

“Please, anyone! Get me out of here, I beg of you!” she yelled, tears falling down her eyes once again as she fell down to her knees feeling defeated when she heard some shuffling around, she looked up through her tears as she saw someone pulling away a body that was covering the lid of the sewer, she only hoped the Welsh were all dead.

Her heart started to beat faster as she stared at the person who was starting to lift up the cover, she then shielded her eyes from the hard sunlight coming from it before her eyes stared at a man. “Give me your hand, I need to pull you up.” his voice said as he saw him laying down on his stomach, holding his hand out for her as she took it without a doubt, he then proceeded to pull her up, groans coming out of her lips as she felt her body hurting once again but she made sure to keep them low.

Once she was already out of the sewer, she carefully stared at her savior. The first thing she noticed was his eyes, each eye had a different color, one was brown and the other had a green and grey color to it, she sucked in a breath as she then noticed they were probably Danes due to their clothing, but she could see some Saxons amongst them too.

“What’s your name?” the man in front of her asked, grabbing her attention once again. “We are not going to hurt you, I promise.” his voice was soft, his face looking at her with a kind stare, something she had not seen in a long time.

“My name is Y/n..” she slowly muttered as she felt a coat being placed around her arms making her jump a bit at the surprise. He looked back at a blonde haired boy who, with a gently smile, secured the piece of cloth around her. “T-thank you..” she looked down at her clothes, they were dirty and looked like old rags but it was something.

“We need to leave, we don’t know if we may run into more Welsh today and we need to catch up, we are bit far from Mercia so we will have to ride faster.” A man said, probably the leader of the group as the rest nodded in agreement and grabbed some of the swords on the floor and some food to go. “And you..” he said looking at her. “You are free to go, you’re not a slave anymore.” he gave her a kind smile as he then nodded and left with the rest of his men who walked outside of the gates.

Those were the words she was so dying to hear, that she was free. That meant no more serving ale to drunken and abusive men, no more groping, no more punishments. Yet, she didn’t feel quite safe yet.

“You guys are headed to Mercia, right?” she asked the man who had found her before as he tried to unclasp the metal piece around her ankle, he looked up and nodded to her before taking off the piece and throwing it to a side, her ankle badly bruised but it was expected.

“Yeah, we are.. You can come along if you wish, you seem far away from home..” he stood up as he placed his sword on the sheath attached to his hip, she felt nervous under his gaze as he gave her another of his kind smiles.

“I’d really love that.. and yes, I am far from home.” she replied softly, remembering there was no home for her anymore, she was on her own now. “thank you for saving me, I truly appreciate it.” she told him, he simply nodded at her before the two of them walked outside. He told his leader, who she found out was named ‘Uhtred’, that she would be coming with them. He then helped her get on his horse as they rode far away from Wales.

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It must’ve been some hours since they left Wales, the only thing they’ve come across were trees and more trees and she made sure to take in her surroundings, she hasn’t admired nature in a long time and just the sight of the sun going down was enough to made her happy. Then suddenly, Uhtred’s voice was loud, bringing her back to reality as he spoke to the rest of the men; telling them how they were going to camp here until morning when they could ride once again.

“I realized I never told you my name.” the man who helped her said, she gave out a small smile as he got off the horse and then helped her to get off of it as well. “I’m Sihtric, and as you may already know that’s Uhtred.” he said signaling the man she already knew the name of before pointing at another man close to him. “That’s Finan and the blonde one is Osferth.” he told her as she followed him while they walked towards the centre of the woods, where one of the men was quick to make a fire as the rest tied their horses to the trees nearby.

“I thought Danes and Saxons hated each other..” she told him sheepishly as she sat down, the warmth of the fire making her sigh in joy.

“Some do, some others.. like us see more than just the place where we were born.” he shrugged as one of the men passed down some kind of soup, she gladly took it in her hands as she ate, she hasn’t had warm food in a long while. “All of the men you see here are good men, I can assure you that.”

She gave him a small nod as they ate slowly around the fire, the rest of the men sitting around as well as they ate. Her eyes looked round, staring at each of them, they did looked like good men.. nothing like the Welsh.

“How long have you been a..” Sihtric asked, trying to find a better word as she interrupted him.

“A slave, you mean?” she said and he simply nodded, he didn’t want to say those words out loud. “I don’t know really, it’s been too long.” She replied, wrapping the coat around her tighter as she felt the night’s breeze hitting her. “I was trying to run away from some Danes that had invaded my village and I ran into the Welsh soldiers on my way, they captured me and well, you can figure out the rest..”

His eyes gave away the pity and sadness that he felt towards her, no one should’ve to go through what she had lived. He the remembered how his mother was kept as a slave once as well. “I’m sorry about that..”

She gave him a small smile and shrugged. “It’s alright, I guess.. there were times were I got used to it and other were I would try my best to escape but failed.”

They didn’t talk anymore after that, they simply stared at the fire in front of them as some of the men talked among themselves. Few moments later, they all laid down on the ground, ready to sleep for the night while she could only stare at the night sky, the stars lighting it up as she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and trying to catch some sleep.

She woke up just when the sun was starting to peek in the horizon, she then decided to stand up and walked around the men, all of them soundly asleep as she then wandered through the woods, finding a small body of water. She took no time in taking off her clothes, and walking inside of it, sighing as she had forgotten the sensation of the water against her skin, she went under it for a moment as she thought about everything that has happened lately, how suddenly her life changed for the better.

Back in the camp, Sihtric awoke from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes as he watched the sun coming up, his eyes darted off to were Y/n was supposed to be sleeping, but instead he just found an empty spot. He quickly sat down on his spot, looking around as he saw everyone else was still pretty much asleep, he then stood up and tried to look around.

The thoughts of her possible running away were clouding his mind until he heard some splashes coming from not too far were he stood. He made his way towards the it, looking around as his eyes fell on a body emerging from the water, it was her.

He quietly hid behind a tree, squinting his eyes as he watched the woman clean herself in the river.. and when she placed her hair to a side he could see some scars on her skin, some looked bit more recent as other looked faint. He felt his hands clenching, anger overtaking his body as he wasn’t able to digest how someone could treat her like that. How people could take in slaves and forget they’re as much human beings as them.

His mind running over the time he killed those Welsh soldiers, hoping that one of the men that had died on his hands was the responsible for her scars, cause he enjoyed killing them. His mind wandered off once again as he didn’t notice the fact that his foot stepped down on a branch, making a loud noise that made her turn around, staring at the trees.

“Who’s there?” she asked, her eyes looking around as she couldn’t see anyone in sight. “I know someone’s there!” she wasn’t actually sure about that part but she said it anyways. She then saw a figure stepping out from behind a tree, she took her hands up to her chest to cover her naked figure as the water covered the rest.

Sihtric walked out, an embarrassed look on his face as she caught him in the act. “It’s me.. I’m sorry I just.. woke up and did not see you there and came looking for you.” he spoke, his eyes adverting from her as he didn’t want her to feel any more uncomfortable that she must’ve already been feeling. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

When he found her yesterday, he felt surge need to look after her. It was something weird, something he has never felt before and could not put in words. When she looked at him, he felt a warm sensation in his chest and just being around her made him feel different. And he craved that feeling.

“It’s okay.. I’m alright. I just woke up and decided to walk around for a bit until I found this.” she explained with a small smile towards him as she then slid down to her knees so the water would cover her torso. “Y-you should get in.. the water is nice..” she softly said to him, a red color tinting her cheeks as she looked down at the water.

“I don’t want to intrude, really.” he replied with a gentle voice as he scratched the back of his neck, looking at her for a moment.

“You are not!” she quickly interrupted before chuckling slightly to herself. “I mean.. you’re not interrupting at all.. some company would be nice.” she shrugged with a playful smile on her lips as she played around with the water.

He smiled and shook his head, thinking he may regret this but for the time being he should enjoy it.. after all, he didn’t know if he would ever see her again once they arrived to Mercia and a little dip in the river wouldn’t hurt anyone.

“Okay.. you convinced me.” he said smiling as he then started to undo his vest, taking it off along with his shirt, he unbuckled the belt against his waist as he dropped it with his sword; soon followed his pants and then his shoes. Y/n on the other hand, stared at him a bit as he was untying his shirt and then she turned around.. she didn’t want to be caught staring all creepily.

Her stomach felt uneasy, probably of embarrassment as she then felt the water rippling behind her , she turned around and found him coming closer to her. The water covering him from waist down as he slowly made his way towards her.

“You were right, it is really nice.” he commented with a smile as he went further in, he took no time and dipped down, coming out seconds after with a deep breath and an even bigger smile on his lips. “I haven’t had a proper dip in quite a while.”

“Yeah, me neither..” she said as she then got closer to him, catching his breath as her hands slid down the right side of his chest. “Does it hurt?” she asked as her fingers softly grazed his wound, one of the Welsh soldiers had sliced him a bit with his sword before Sihtric killed him. “Not really, i’m used to getting wounds here and there.” he confessed as he ran his hand down her back softly, her breath caught in her throat. “Do these ones hurt?” he asked to her, his eyes staring at hers with a sad look as his fingers touched her scars.

“Not anymore..” she muttered as he felt his fingers leaving soft traces on her scars. “I used to think that if they killed me then it’ll all be better, you know? I have no one left alive and I just couldn’t handle living like I did day by day.”

“What made you change your mind?” he asked intrigued.

“That’s the thing..” she chuckled. “No one did.. They wouldn’t kill me because they knew killing me would be merciful.” she sighed, tucking a strand of her wet hair behind her ear as she looked up to him. “I would pray almost everyday for things to change and then one day... you showed up.” the ends of her lips curved up in a small smile as she felt his fingers coming up to her face, caressing her cheek softly as if she were fragile and could break. She closed her eyes enjoying the feeling.

“I wish we could have showed up earlier..” he whispered.

“What matters is that all of you showed up.” she replied swiftly. “And I can’t express how grateful i am for that.”

“That’s okay—” he started but was quickly interrupted by her.

“But I think I could show you..”

With one last look at his beautiful eyes, she slowly leaned her face closer to his, her hands moving up towards his jaw as she collided her lips with his. Loving the feeling of his lips against hers.

It came as a shock to him, the kiss. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he imagined what it would feel like, and experiencing it in reality was much better than what he could’ve pictured. His hands snaked around her waist, pushing her closer to his body as they forgot about their nakedness, or better yet, they didn’t care anymore. The warmth of his body started embracing her as he moved his lips slowly, taking in the kiss and enjoying every second of it, he felt like her lips was the place he was meant to be.

In that moment, he knew that wherever she were to go, he would follow. No matter what.

And that no harm would ever fall on her ever again, he promised himself that.

He knew he would risk it all.. just for her.

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wickxdangels · 4 years

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Seamus Finnigan Imagine; Blow it up.

Helloo! I’ve been a little offline because i’ve been dealing with writers block for a bit but slowly trying to conquer it, so that’s why i haven’t been posting much lately. I’m back today with another HP imagine, it’s not that long but it’s cute :) love you all! hope you enjoy it xx

Pairing: Seamus Finnigan x Reader

Warnings: None I believe

Request: Can you do a Seamus Finnigan imagine where he's got a crush on a Slytherin in his year who's best friends with Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley and good friends with the rest of the Gryffindors so she's commonly defending her friends from her housemates but she never cares what they say about her but Seamus does and it causes him to eventually blows up (pun intended)? Can't wait for your writing to come back!

Being an Slytherin can be difficult sometimes…not only because of your pureblood stuck-up parents, who only care about what people think of them, but you also had to endure sharing the same common room with idiotic assholes who you could swear had only one braincell left to work with.

That was Y/n’s case.

It was known that those in Slytherin were cunning, ambitious and resourceful, often leaders who proved to be a role model for many. Yet she often would think how someone like Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle made it.

Probably the sorting hat sorted them in Slytherin out of pity, she thought.

“Merlin’s beard! You two don’t have anything better to do? Like I don’t know, brewing your bloody potion!? We are literally in the middle of class! And if Slughorn hasn’t said anything it’s because he’s dead asleep!”she complained as pointed at the Potions professor who was literally asleep and almost snoring in his chair, then she stared at them rolling her eyes as the rest of the people in the classroom muttered things like ‘finally’ ‘yes, someone said it’. They weren’t exactly liked in Slytherin… or Hogwarts in general to be honest; she still tried to figure out how Draco put up with Tweedledee and Tweedledum here everyday.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist, blood-traitor?” Crabbed replied, a smirk playing in his lips as him and Goyle looked at her with their usual mean stare.

“You know, instead of coming up with lame comebacks as usual, you two should really try and at least work once in class. You two don’t want to be held back, right? Don’t go around feeding those rumors if you know what I mean..” she snickered, holding down a laugh as Ginny besides her managed to control hers as well.

Rumor has it that those two got held back, so when we all got here for our first year at Hogwarts, they were already repeating it. She didn’t know if those rumors were true after all, but they kinda looked older than they seemed to be. Their mental age anyways, remained the same or even younger.

“You know, you should really try to control that mouth of yours. Your mud-blood friends won’t always be there to have your back and you know that.” he replied, looking at Ginny and Luna before raising his brows at her, they were really trying to scare her.. too bad they looked to dumb to even spark any kind of imaginary fear.

“I’m not even the slightest bit scared of both of you. I know you two don’t do anything without Draco and we both know Draco won’t be laying hands on me anytime soon..” she muttered, squinting her eyes at them. “So, as his minions you two should know better. Now, shoo!”

“You little bitch—” Goyle tried to come up with better insults before someone stepped in the delightful convo they were having.

“You really should know better than to insult a lady, mate.” the Gryffindor, whose specialty was pyrotechnics said. “And it also seems like she’s the one winning here.. why bother to keep going and embarrass yourself further, huh?” Seamus commented with a chuckle on his lips.

In the back, while everyone was very much busy with paying close attention to the conversation they were having, Dean Thomas softly walked towards Crabbe and Goyle’s desk and dripped a mysterious liquid inside of it before walking back to his place again and throwing a little paper towards the professor who suddenly woke up

“Finnigan, shut up. This isn’t with you.” Goyle sneered at him.

Seamus looked at Dean who just nodded, he then stared back at Goyle and Crabbe. “You know, one day everything will come back at bit you in the arse… or blow you up, who knows..” he commented, shrugging as he then walked back to his shared place with Dean.

“Kids! I hope those potions are going good! Now, last step it’s to add some of red liquid besides the cauldron and you’re all set!” Professor Slughorn said as he waved his hands to the students, signaling them to proceed, ignoring the small argument going on.

Tweedledee and Tweedledum just gave Y/n and Seamus a stink stare before going back to their posts, Y/n looked back at Finnigan with a grateful smile on her lips and flushed cheeks as he just winked at her before bumping arms with Dean and waiting for their small mischief to happen.

So, while everyone was dropping in their liquids, the two Slytherins leaned in to see their potion that was turning a weird color.

The rest of the class stared at their own cauldrons as they emitted a soft mist.

“Okay, kids! I see that all of your potions got the soft mist it’s supposed to emit! Now, that's..—” sadly Slughorn couldn’t finish his sentence about doing a good job cause suddenly all that could be heard in the classroom was a big and loud boom!

A grey cloud of smoke covered pretty much the entire desk belonging to Crabbe and Goyle, the students closest to them were coughing and swiping away the smoke as Y/n looked in curiosity to them, before looking back at Seamus, who was currently high-fiving Dean with a victorious look on their faces.

“That’s not how it’s supposed to turn out..” Slughorn commented while stroking the back of his head. “I would like to see you two in my office, the rest of you can go.” he added, both boys who had their faces covered in grey dust coughed as they walked behind the professor, blaming each other for what had happened.

The rest of the class quickly got their bags and left, Ginny ended up leaving with Luna as Y/n stayed behind. She quickly grabbed her bag and approached Seamus and Dean’s desk, both of the guys were still laughing and grabbing their things.

“That was quite the explosion..” she said with a smile on her lips, looking at the guys who chuckled with her. “I believe a thanks is in place to you two.”

“It was actually Finnigan’s idea.. and I have to leave, I’m late for my Quidditch practice..” Dean quickly explain with a smirk before looking at both of us and leaving.

“I kinda knew you were behind it.. after all you’re the who’s got a way with explosions..” Y/n said as he looked at him.

“Well, what can I say?” he smirked looking back at her. “They had it coming, they’re always a pain in the arse to you.” he commented with a shrug and a lopsided smile on his lips. “I just had to step in for my favorite Slytherin.”

That very last sentence made her flush once again, her cheeks felt warm as she looked down for a moment before lifting her eyes to stare at his face, she softly got closer to him and deposited a sweet and soft kiss in his cheek, dangerously close to his lips. “Thank you, Seamus. I really appreciate that, no one has stood up for me quite like you have.” she confessed with a shy smile.

The boy in front of her was now sporting red cheeks as his hand rested on the place she had just kissed. “U-uh, yeah, absolutely! Whenever you need someone I’m your guy!”

She giggled at his words before giving him one last look and walking outside the classroom as Seamus sat down on the chair for a bit.

“Okay, next goal… ask her out.”

He said to himself as he chuckled, before walking out of the classroom to meet with Dean and talk to him about what had just happened.

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Hi!! Can I request a Sihtric or Finan imagine? Whatever prompt you want I just need more of the boysss

hey lovely!! i’m working on one!! i’m still to figure out if it’ll be a really long imagine or a 2 part one so stay tune!! hahah xx

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Lmao I was the Anon who mentioned “the seven” I just realized you gave no idea who they are bc you just started reading the books! My bad!

haha that’s okay!! i know about the seven! i have spoiled myself a lot about pjo but i haven’t really read the whole series to like, know how things happened, and all.. but i can definitely do your request! so don’t worry about it! :)

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Would write a Travis Stoll x reader who is daughter of Ares who’s Clarisse’s second in command/best friend even though they’re opposite personalities and Connor is so sick of Travis’ pining for her that he decides to get them together?

just posted it! hope you like it, love! xx

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Travis Stoll Imagine; Dream Girl

Hello!! We are back this Monday with a Percy Jackson Imagine! I started reading the series last week and i’m currently on the third book which is so exciting! I love the Stoll brothers so making this imagine was so fun! i hope you guys like it! :) As always, I apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, please let me know! And also, thank you everyone for the support and the cute comments i’ve been getting on my other stories! I love you all xx (also, sorry i couldn’t find a better pic to place)

Pairing; Travis Stoll x Reader

Warnings; None

Request; Would write a Travis Stoll x reader who is daughter of Ares who’s Clarisse’s second in command/best friend even though they’re opposite personalities and Connor is so sick of Travis’ pining for her that he decides to get them together?

It was a bright, hot and sunny day in Camp Half-Blood; the satyrs were running in the woods playing hide and seek with the dryads, who turned into trees whenever they tried to steal a kiss from them. Young demigods runnings through the camp wearing those bright-eye-cramping orange shirts, some of the kids from the Hermes Cabin were picking up the locks from the Camp Gift Shop. It was pretty much a normal summer day like any other.

Y/n was sitting down on top of a wooden-table, cleaning and filing her sword, it was something she found relaxing and it helped to calm down her ADHD for a bit. Mid-cleaning, she felt a pair of eyes staring into her. This has probably been the fifth time she has felt it in this week alone. She quickly looked up, not finding anyone on reach staring at her, it was infuriating not knowing who those stares belonged to but she brushed it off, it was stupid to get mad at something childish like that.

“Attention, attention, campers.” The voice of Mr. D, the camp director, said as he walked close by to the campers. Lots of them stop what they were doing to look at the news he was about to say. “Today we will be playing Capture The Flag, in about two hours or so, you all know what to do, gear up and blah blah..” That earned the cheers of lots of campers, and Mr. D with a quick a wave of his hand he dismissed them as he kept walking towards the Big House, to play some pinocle perhaps, as he complained how teenagers were always so loud.

Y/n then kept filing her sword as a blonde haired and all girl walked towards her, Clarisse La Rue, her half-sister. “Did you hear that? We’ll finally get to have another reason to beat up some kids and get back our flag from the Blue team!” The girl exclaimed with a sinister smile on her lips.

Y/n simply chuckled at her words and nodded. “Indeed, sis. It’s been too long since the last time we played, that flag needs to be back on Ares’s Team.” she said as she blew on her sword, grinning at her sister as she nodded.

“C’mon, let’s go get something to eat before the game, my stomach is killing me.” Clarisse said as Y/n tagged alone.

Y/n and Clarisse were both daughters of Ares, god of war. They belonged to Cabin 5, where lots of her other half-brothers lived year-round just like both of them. Ares kids shared lots of physical attributes, like their muscular bodies and tall height, meaning all of them looked big and scary, a good pro when it came to war or simple games like the one they were about to play. But when it came to personality, both girls couldn’t be more different.

Clarisse was the designated Camp Half-Blood bully, she was the one that messed with the new campers, just like she did with Percy Jackson. She would find the tiniest of reasons to start a riot and just set the world on fire if she could, just like their father.

Y/n on the other hand, was a bit more calm. Or well, as calm as a daughter of Ares could get. She enjoyed battles, she enjoyed kicking butt from here and there but sometimes she would just get tired of the same old. She wouldn’t pick fights as much as Clarisse did, well, not now anyways. But whenever her sister needed a fighting partner she would be there without a doubt, not giving a damn who started the fight, simply being there to put up a good show.

Some feet away, behind a tree was Travis Stoll, whose favorite hobby has radically changed from picking-up locks or throwing the best pranks in camp with his brother, to spying on Y/n behind trees…or behind anything really. He saw as the girl of his dreams walked away with his most-hated-camper, who was no one else but her sister, Clarisse.

“I really can’t believe you’re still secretly pinning over her, Travis! It’s been what? Four, five years? Don’t you think it’s time to act like a big boy and tell her for once and for all?” His younger brother’s voice made him jump from his hiding spot as he turned around to face him.

“Connor! Do you have to be that loud all the time?” He cried out, grabbing his brothers shoulder as they walked out of the forests and towards their cabin. “And you know I cannot do that, she’s literally my archenemy’s sister! And best friend! Also, not to forget about her dozen of brothers with anger-issues!” Travis complained, sighing as he kicked a little rock that was in his way. “I don’t know why life has to be so hard!”

“Travis, shut up. Jeez, you’re always complaining, it’s been five years! Five of which I had to hear you whining about Clarisse and how she would maim you if you were ever to confess your feelings for Y/n…can’t we get over that? I mean, the day will come when she’ll maim you regardless of your confession or not..” His brother shrugged, placing a comforting arm around him. “Also, I have a bet going on with Pollux.. and for me to earn the money means that you’ll have to confess your feelings for her today…” Connor confessed with a grin on his lips, highlighting his elvish features who looked so much like his brother’s.

Travis stopped mid-way as he stared at his brother, a deadly stare to be exact.

“YOU DID WHAT?” He sort-of yelled at him, making his younger brother grimace a bit. “How much did you bet, though?” He slowly asked, bit interested after all, money was money.

“Around twenty drachmas and some hundred bucks..” Connor shrugged as he scratched the back of his neck. “Is that an ‘okay brother, I’ll make you win the bet’?” He curiously asked with a sheepish smile.

“Ugh, you’re so gonna share that with me. And you’re gonna do my laundry for a month! After all, I don’t know.. I might end up missing a limb..”

“You always love to exaggerate, Travis. Chill, things might turn good.” He shrugged at his older brother as he raised both of his eyebrows in a funny manner.

Two hours later, after getting something to eat and putting on their armors, the Ares cabin walked towards the centre of the camp, there the rest of their allies, Cabins Four, Nine, Ten and Twelve were already in position and armed with their respective weapons of choice.

The blue team stood on their left side, she could’ve sworn she felt the usual stare again and she just knew it came from the blue team. At least she was a bit closer to knowing who her stalker is.

“Attention Campers, let’s get this over with.” Mr. D’s voice resounded through the crowd, besides him stood Chiron, who acted as the referee and was there in case anyone needed medical help. “For tonight’s game of Capture The flag, the blue team is lead by Annabeth and Percy, who have allied with Cabins Seven and Eleven.” He rolled his eyes as he then proceeded. “And Team Red is led by Clarisse and Y/n, who are joined by the remaining cabins.” He was too lazy to mention all of the cabins but it was no surprise coming from him. “You all know the rules by now, the creek is the boundary line, and the entire forest is fair game. Magic items are permitted, killing and maiming—much to my regret—are not.” He sighed as he tiredly placed his hands on his waist.

“I’ll be close by in case anyone is in need of my assistance.” Chiron commented as he looked at the campers in front of him.

“I believe Travis will be needing your assistance later on, Chiron!” Connor joked, making some of their teammates chuckle as Travis could only blush at the statement, he looked towards Y/n, hoping she wasn’t staring at him now, but much to his luck, she was chuckling along with Clarisse who had a deadly stare at him, making him shriver.

“Yeah, yeah. Well kids, off you go now! Shoo!” Mr. D said as he waved his hands, both of the teams were now running towards the forest and the hills.

The Ares cabin took the lead of the rest of the cabins as they ran towards their different positions, some of them were on border patrol duty as other were hiding behind bushes or trees, waiting for the other campers to come by so they could jump on them.

“Y/n, guard our flag! I’ll try to steal theirs!” Clarisse grinned as she ran off towards the lake, Y/n could only chuckle as she grabbed tightly on her sword and ran towards their red flag, ready to fight anyone who came in sight.

As she ran towards the forest, she could see her brothers fighting with the other campers, or well, the enemies. Her battle reflexes came in handy when someone was about to jump on her but she swiftly avoided her, bringing her sword up as she fought a blonde-haired girl from the Athena cabin, quickly disarming her before sending her flying backwards towards a tree with a hard kick on the chest. She’ll definitely be needing some ambrosia after this, she thought.

She chuckled as she kept running, she had missed the feeling of the air hitting in her face as she ran, the way her instincts would work whenever someone was attacking her, the balanced weight of her favorite sword in her hand.

One of the guys from the Apollo cabin came after her, making her chuckle when she easily avoided one of their arrows as it landed on a tree. “That wasn’t very smart, was it?” She asked with a smirk as she then ran towards him and before he could take another arrow, she kicked the bow out of his hands. “Bad choice.” She said before bringing the sword up, the kid was quick to avoid a hit before he tripped backwards on a branch, she was about to keep fighting as one of her brothers came to her.

“I’ve got this punk! Go protect the flag!” Her brother said before she nodded and smirked at the kid.

“Well, you’re just in luck!” She winked at him before running through the forest once again, making sure to avoid any distractions on the way.

Her feet were fast as she ran, ducking whenever she saw an arrow being shot at her and jumping whenever she would meet with a camper passed out on the floor, not many minutes later and the flag was already in her sight, she came closer to it, checking her surroundings for any enemy in sight.

Not many seconds had passed when she heard some steps coming on her way, she quickly jumped on top of a tree branch hiding, she saw as a guy came close to the flag but did not grab it, instead he looked around as if searching for someone.

She then took the advantage and jumped on top of him, making him land with his back on the floor as she had him trapped between her legs. “Huh, a son of Hermes. I thought it would be one of Athena’s kid the one who would come for the flag.” She said as she brought her sword up to his face, he looked just like every other Hermes’s kid, elvish features, curly hair, tall and kind of cute.

“No! Wait! I’m not here for the flag..” He confessed, having her so close to his body made him shriver, luckily his face was already red from the game if not he would be blushing madly.

“You are aware that we are playing Capture The Flag, don’t you?” She chuckled as she stared at him, her eyes looking directly into his blue ones as he felt the shiest he has ever felt in his life.

“Y-yes, yes! What I meant it’s that, I’ve been meaning to confess you something..” He said as she stood up, holding a hand out for him as he slowly grabbed it, she pulled and helped him stand up.

“Okay, now you’re kind of creeping me out, Travis.. What is it?”

“How.. how do you know who I am?” He asked, kind of surprised she didn’t mistake him for his brother, which happened quite a lot.

“We were friends, remember? When I first got here, you were one of that befriended me. I stayed in your cabin for some weeks before Ares claimed me. We used to play pranks on the Aphrodite kids so much that you thought I was one of Hermes kid’s as well.” She said chuckling as he nodded, he remember those times. That was the time when he started to develop his current huge crush on her.

“I.. I didn’t know you remembered that.” He gave her a bright smile as he scratched the back of his neck in a shy manner, something she thought she had never seen before on any kid of Hermes.

“Of course, I do! Now, what were you going to tell me?”

“Oh! That! Well, you see—” sadly he was too slow and too immersed on their chat that he did not see Clarisse flying at him, knocking him off his feet as they rolled down on the floor.

“It was you!” Clarisse yelled as she threw some punches at him, he luckily evaded some but not all of them, so he groaned when she had delivered a square punch to his right eye.

Now that’s gonna leave a nasty bruise, he thought.

“Clarisse! What are you doing? He was gonna say something to me!” Y/n said as she ran towards them, trying to pull her sister off of him.

“It’s him, y/n! He’s the one who’s been lurking behind trees and staring at you!” Clarisse said with disgust as she stood up from top of him, delivering nasty glances at Travis.

“Oh.. so you’re my little stalker, huh?” Y/n said with a smirk on her lips as she looked at Travis, helping him stand as he slowly nodded, grabbing onto his side as he looked embarrassed.

“Okay, I’ll have to say that that wasn’t the smartest thing to do.. but yeah. It was me.” He confessed to her, giving her a little smile as she stared at him. “And besides that, what I wanted to say it’s that… I like you, like, a lot.” he said. “A crazy amount probably, and I know you may not like me back! Knowing that I’m your sister’s most hated person in this camp besides my brother.. and Percy..” he explained

“This is disgusting! Completely disgusting!” Clarisse gagged at the scene in front of her, she has always disliked the Stoll brothers even more after the little prank they pulled on her few years ago.

“I.. I’m quite shocked, actually.” she confessed, her cheeks tinting a light red but when she was about to actually reply to him, she saw how another figure behind Clarisse and Travis took the chance of the flag being unprotected and quickly snatched it.

In the background, all could hear a horn being played in signal that the game has finished.

The result? Blue team were the winners, once again.

It turns out that, Travis’s younger brother Connor, knowing that he was going to confess his feelings towards Y/n, seized the opportunity of us being entertained by his brother’s confession to grab the flag, it was all part of his plan.

Which helped to ignite even more, the hatred Clarisse had towards the Stoll brothers.

The whole game ended up quite quickly after that, with the campers of the blue team cheering for their new victory and the red team growling at them and cursing them out.

Y/n never had the chance to talk to Travis in that moment, seeing how Chiron with other campers, took the injured ones towards the infirmary to help with the wounds.

That’s when Y/n knew it was now or never. She escaped from the celebrations of the night, walking towards the infirmary to check on the wounded Stoll brother. She walked through it, looking at some of the demigods sleeping on the beds and other being taken care by Argus and some dryads. Once he saw the familiar curly hair, she walked towards it, grabbing a pack of ice a girl was carrying towards him. “I can take it from here.” she explained to the girl as she just nodded and left.

She then walked to his bed, sitting down at the edge of it and softly pressing the ice pack on his already-bruised eye. “Who knew.. that purple eye really suits you.” she softly spoke, waking up the prankster from his nap.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” he asked as he quickly sat up, groaning from the pain as he realized it wasn’t a good idea after all with his bruised ribs.

“Clarisse really did a number on you, didn’t she?” the girl said as she softly helped him to lay down once again, slowly. “I’m sorry about that, she can be easily carried away by her emotions.”

“I really can’t believe you two are sisters, you two are nothing alike.” he said, wincing as he laid down. “You’re gentle and understanding, meanwhile Clarisse would throw a punch at literally anyone who crosses her path.”

“Well, that’s because I have never really fought with you, you know? When we are in battle, that’s when we are scary alike.” she chuckled, holding the ice pack on his eye as they talked. “So.. I never really replied to what you said to me back there.”

“You don’t really have to. I know it must’ve been silly, I just couldn’t really hold it in anymore, you know? You’re so beautiful and so strong! And you love pulling pranks on people, which is so hot! And whenever you’re fighting you’ve got this beautiful frown that—”

“Could you shut up for a second?” she said quickly before a smirk appeared on her lips. “I know I’m hot and all of that, but I just really wanted to say that… I think you’re really cute.” her smirk turned into a smile at him as she looked at him, he could’ve sworn his insides were on fire, which could’ve been due to the punches he’d got but he knew it was because of her smile. “And I would like to see where this could go..”

“Wait! You’re serious, right? This is not a prank, right? Cause that wouldn’t be so hot..” He explained making her giggle. “It’s not a prank, you dummy!” she interrupted him. “I like you, like, a lot.” she smiled, saying the exact words he had said to her back in the forest.

“Oh! Wow! I— I really, don’t know what to say! Jeez, I think I’m blushing again!” Travis confessed with his cheeks flaming red as he looked at her.

“Shh, don’t talk.. Less words and more…actions.” she smirked before laying the ice pack on the bed and slowly leaning her face against his, until their lips were touched; she was careful to grab his cheek, not wanting to hurt his purple eye as he returned the soft kiss she laid on his lips.

It was all he ever dreamed, kissing her felt like drinking ambrosia, her lips tasted so sweet. His stomach felt like the excitement he would get before pulling any prank, multiplied by a hundred. He just knew that this was it. This was all he ever wished for. This was the girl of his dreams.

That was it, until a wave or realization fell over him as she softly pulled away from him. “Oh, gods! now Clarisse is so going to murder me!”

That only made her laugh even more. “Leave her to me, she’s really not that scary, I promise.” she assured him. “Now, what did I say about talking?” she asked.

“Oh! Yes, yes. Less words, more actions, got it!” he smiled mischievously as he then pressed his lips against hers once again.

“Oh, I forgot to ask. What’s the bet Connor has goin on with Pollux about?” she asked, looking at his eyes for a bit before raising his brow.

“Oh, now you shut up. I’ll explain later, I’m badly injured and I demand more kisses.” he said with the cutest little pout she has ever seen, she rolled her eyes. “It’s just some bruised ribs.. and a bruised eye.” she joked before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him again.

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Chiron: I love my demigods. They are too good for this world. I'm proud of them.

Percy: *Explodes the bathroom*

Annabeth and Clarisse: *Screams at each other*

Leo, Nyssa and Harley: *Burn their cabin*

Travis and Connor: *Blow up jokes in Demeter's cabin*

Nico: *Eats instead of helping*

Chiron: My beautiful children.

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things we MUST see or have in the pjo adaption:

aka disney+ if you fuck this up i stg im killing mickey damn mouse.

- first of all, please, please, PLEASE give us an age appropriate cast!! one of the beautiful things about pjo is that we watched them grow from being little eighth graders all the way up to seventeen and eighteen and we watched them become mature. i don’t know how many of you guys watched the dc show ‘gotham’ but i loved seeing a naive 12 y/o bruce wayne go through the troubles of gotham city up until 17, we’re growing with them the same way little ten year old me did when i had the books.

- second, do not and i repeat do NOT erase minorities - don’t remove nico being gay, don’t pull an ‘uwu i have adhd and dyslexia’ on near enough the entire plethora of characters, don’t whitewash people of colour. percy jackson is for everyone. that’s how rick made it.

- it would be awesome to have relatively unknown cast members, let their talents shine and give them the boost in popularity that things like harry potter gave daniel radcliffe, emma watson and such. as much as i like them, i don’t want finn wolfhard or the it/stranger things cast - give us new people.

- aphrodite - give her multiple castings. give us a curvy aphrodite, a trans aphrodite, poc aphrodite - everything! beauty is in the eye of the beholder, aphrodite is the epitome of beauty - not the conventional white, blonde, skinny standards of the west.

- do not gloss over the effect kronos has. he sliced and diced his own father before taking his place, he ate his children, he is pure evil. he manipulates luke and targets his faults, the same with ethan and his desire for recognition, kronos is the nightmare under your bed.

- on the same point, don’t gloss over the deaths and the heroism of minor characters, silena’s bravery to lead the ares cabin, charlie’s sacrifice, ethan, lee fletcher’s death and the beautiful death and tragedy of zoe nightshade.

- show us may castellan. the mother who has no idea about the damage her son has done in his blinded rage, the vulnerability of a dying luke who finally saw he was tricked by someone eons older than her. show us the mother who still sits and waits, baking cookies for a boy never to return.

- give us travis and connor stoll and all their shenanigans!

- please give me will solace, god i miss him.

- don’t make hades a bad man, he’s the best out of the big 3 and i’ll be damned if you do him dirty. he cares through actions, the god of the dead is not meant to be a man of words - hades is hospitable, he doesn’t kill or trick the way zeus and poseidon do. hades is kind in a world that hates him, his kindness is rare but it is there.

- alabaster c torrington! that’d be such an awesome cameo!

- don’t overdo the cgi and effects, the movies were guilty of using effects to hide up bad writing and a lack of knowledge of the book - don’t make kronos some hell demon during the battle of manhattan, he was in luke’s body. the only sign was his golden eyes, not demonic horns.

- just remember that a generation of people fought for this for years and we’ll stay fighting for it. the pjo fandom is powerful, long-lasting and frankly protective of the books that made us feel included and we want another to have that same chance.

don’t ruin this for millions and millions of people across the world.

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Do you write for girls?

absolutely!! :) x

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Can you write a Neville Longbottom imagine where he’s got a crush on a Slytherin girl who Snape always pairs with him because he wants her to fail since she is friends with the Gryffindors and is always fighting with Draco but she always manages to get them good marks which makes Snape even angrier landing her frequent detentions which she doesn’t mind since she likes Neville?

Just posted it, lovely! Hope you enjoy it! xx

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Neville Longbottom; Slytherin Girl.

Hello, lovelies! Back with another Harry Potter Imagine, this time a Neville Longbottom one! I love Neville so much so I was glad to get a request with him! He’s just so cute! Also, I took some phrases and got some help from the Harry Potter Wikia, so, not taking any credits for that one! Also there’s one phrase from Snape that I believe he really said in the books. Also not taking any credits for that, but that’s pretty much it.

Anyways, hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Love you all x

Pairing; Neville Longbottom x Reader

Warnings; None

Request; Can you write a Neville Longbottom imagine where he’s got a crush on a Slytherin girl who Snape always pairs with him because he wants her to fail since she is friends with the Gryffindors and is always fighting with Draco but she always manages to get them good marks which makes Snape even angrier landing her frequent detentions which she doesn’t mind since she likes Neville?

Y/n was one of the few pureblood Slytherins that treated everyone kindly, if they deserved it, of course.

She was currently running late for her Potions class, her hands full with her books as she ran through the hallways, she cursed in her mind, maybe taking a nap between periods wasn’t a good idea after all. As she reached the classroom door, she collided with someone’s back, dropping her books to the ground and scowling at it. “Seriously!?” She exclaimed and with a groan she kneeled down to grab her things.

“Oh! Y/n, I-i’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to! I- didn’t see you there.” The nervous voice that could only belong to Neville Longbottom, said. She finished grabbing her books and quickly froze. You see, Y/n had a soft spot for cute and shy guys; being surrounded by pretentious assholes in Slytherin, Draco Malfoy being the prime example, was enough for her to hate those attributes in guys.

So, when he met the shy, clumsy and introverted Gryffindor, boy she quickly took a liking to him. She watched him grow up to become an attractive man, but still maintaining his shy and gentle manners. She has never said anything about her feelings towards him to her fellow Slytherin friends, she just knew that even if they were nice towards her, they might not feel the same way towards a Gryffindor. Typical house rivalry that she had yet to share.

“No, uh, it’s okay, Neville!” she replied, a warm feeling invading her cheeks as she looked up to him. “It was my fault, anyways. I think i’m a little half-sleep still..” she sheepishly said, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I think we should get in, though. Wouldn’t want Snape to deduct points from being too late.”

“Yeah.. um, you’re right.” He agreed before stepping inside of the classroom with her.

The whole classroom was already full, except some empty spots that may be due to the lack of students in this class, not all were Snape’s fans; she wasn’t one either. “Glad you two could join us, Mr. Longbottom and Miss. Y/l/n.” Snape’s voice brought them back to reality, even if was the Head of her house, she still wasn’t quite fond of him. Maybe due to the lack of empathy towards the other houses and the favoritism over Slytherins. Not towards her, though. He was aware that she was friends with lots of Gryffindors, earning his disapproval.

“I’m sorry, Professor. Won’t happen again.” She quickly rexplied to him, walking towards an empty chair, placing her books on the desk as she stared up at him.

“Yeah.. I’m quite sure it won’t happen again..” he glared at her before looking back at Neville, who was already making his way to another empty place in the classroom. “Not so fast, Mr. Longbottom.” He said to him, making him halt in place. “For today’s class and so on, you’ll be Miss. Y/l/n’s partner.” He explained, turning around to grab some of his book to begin the class. “All of your other classmates already picked their partners, you two are the only one’s left. Now, go ahead to sit with Miss. Y/l/n. We won’t be wasting any more time.”

Neville quickly looked down and nodded, he was quick on his feet, almost running into some empty chairs on his way as he then sat down besides her, making her blush a little more due to the closeness and the sudden realization that he’ll be her partner for the duration of the class and the upcoming ones.

“I’m just apologizing in advance if I make us fail this class, Potions isn’t really my forte..” He explained with a shy smile on his face. “And I’m not Professor Snape’s favorite either.”

“Well, that makes two of us.” She explained softly with a smile. “Well, only with the latter one. I’m not Snape’s favorite either, but I can say I’m pretty good at potions.. and you like Herbology, don’t you?”

“I-i thought Snape favored every Slytherin..” Neville commented as he opened his Potions book, he then looked at her a bit shocked as she knew his favorite class. “Yes, h-how did you know?”

“Well, pretty much every other Slytherin except me, I guess. It’s a long story.” She slowly shrugged as she followed the rest of the class as she opened her book. “And let’s call it a lucky guess..” She smiled at him, his face looked confused, trying to decipher how she knew figured that out. “I also shared an herbology class with you, and If I recall correctly, you were really good at it.”

His face molded into a soft smile, he for a fact has stalked Y/n a bit in the past years, stealing glances at her in the library while reading Herbology books, or staring at her from afar in their free periods.. there was something about this Slytherin girl that made him crazy, maybe the fact that she was different to the rest of her housemates, or her beautiful face.. maybe also the way that a piece of her hair would always fall into her face and she would tuck it behind her back every-time, smiling after it.

But before he could reply to what she had just said, Snape voice interrupted them. “Today we will be mixing a potion that often comes up at Ordinary Wizarding Level: The Draught of Peace, a potion to calm anxiety and soothe agitation. Be warned: If you are too heavy-handed with the ingredients you will put the drinker into a heavy and sometimes irreversible sleep, so you will need to pay close attention to what you are doing.” Professor Snape explained, looking intently to her and Neville’s desk as he finished the sentence. “That goes to you both Mr. Longbottom and Miss. Y/l/n.”

She could hear the snickering in the back of the class, knowing it belonged to Draco Malfoy and his friends, she rolled her eyes at them as Neville looked down. “Don’t worry, Neville. I know we will ace this.” She said confidently, with a bright smile on her face.

“Begin.” Was all Snape said before everyone started to work on their potions.

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80 and something minutes later have already gone by as they were immersed into their potions, everyone was groaning or muttering how much they hated the class, meanwhile, Y/n was too busy following every step of the book, making sure they were in the correct path to finish the potion smoothly.

Neville stared at the rest of his classmates, watching at how Seamus Finnegan’s potion exited green sparks, he just hoped his potion did not ended up blowing up like every other thing he did. He looked down at Y/n, who was too focused on their potion, her hair a bit messy due to her running her hands through it every time she got stressed over the difficulty of the potion, but he liked it. It was a bit different from her everyday-almost-perfect hair.

“Okay, Neville. I think we are almost finished. I already simmered the potion for seven minutes so you just got to add the last ingredient. Seven exact drops of hellebore.” Y/n told him as she ran her hand through her hair once again, messing it up a bit more as his face turned into a scared one. “A-are you sure you want me to add the last ingredient? I.. I’ve heard if you don’t do it correctly it could.. blow up..”

“Neville. You have my entire trust in your hands. Now, come on. Show Snape how well you can do.” She smiled at him, her faith in him had the effect of Felix Felicis, he felt as if he could do anything now, just with those few words she had just muttered.

He quickly grabbed the bottle of hellebore, opened up the dropper and was extra careful as he dropped in 7 exact drops. They waited for some seconds but Neville was quick to start muttering “Oh, Merlin’s beard! I fucked it up! I knew it, I knew you shouldn’t have trusted me with the final step, I just—”

“Neville! Shut up and look!” She said with a chuckle on her lips, Neville turned around and stared at the potion, that was not exiting a silvery vapour. “Is that, is that meant to happen?” He asked as he looked back and forth between the potion and Y/n.

“Oh, look at that. Seems like Miss. Y/l/n’s and Mr. Longbottom’s potion wasn’t a complete failure as I expected..” Professor Snape exclaimed as he looked at the potion sitting on the desk, sighing as he wrote down their score.

Probably a good one, Y/n thought.

“Isn’t that a first? We all knew it must’ve been Y/l/n’s work, cause Neville would have blown it up like stupid Finnigan here.” Draco and his minions smirked from the back of the class.

“Shut up, Malfoy. I don’t see yours being any better than Finnegan’s. Luckily you still conserve your ugly ferret face still intact, huh?”

She sassily replied back to Draco, earning a scowl from him and his minions, they weren’t really fond of her, fighting every time they had the chance. You would even be surprised to know that they were in the same house.

“Detention for that, Miss. Y/l/n, you’re welcome.” Snape simply said as he turned around, going to check the rest of the potions.

“But— Professor Snape!” She cried out, complaining.

“My word is final.” Snape simply replied.

She scowled, sitting back in her chair before rolling her eyes.

Draco started to mischievously smile at that but Snape warned him, telling him to continue if he wanted to earn himself detention as well which shut him up.

“I-i’m sorry you got detention because of me, Y/n..” Neville said besides her, his face sad that she had just gained detention because she defended him

“It’s okay, Neville. It was worth it.” She simply shrugged as she gave him a smile.

It wasn’t bad, truly. She’s been plenty of times in detention and it’s not like she’ll be doing anything more interesting anyways.

For a split second, it looked like Neville was trying to gather some courage before he spoke up. “I’d love to take you this weekend to Hogsmeade for a butter beer.. for standing up for me and helping me achieve a good score today.. only if you want to, of course!” He quickly explained, as if she were to refuse to him.

That actually made her flush once again, as usual, she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear as she looked up to him. “That’d be quite lovely, Neville. Thank you.” She smiled softly at him as she heard the bell in the background, signaling the end of the class. “Saturday, 4 o’clock, yeah?” She said as she gathered her books, he quickly nodded before she said goodbye with a small kiss on his cheek, as she walked out of the classroom.

His hand quickly flew to his cheek, touching the spot that she had just kissed as he smiled lovingly.

“Look at that! Neville’s got a crush on a Slytherin!” Seamus Finnegan said out loud to the rest of the remaining classmates, earning some eye-rolls and some chuckles

“Shut it, Finnegan.” Neville muttered before standing up and leaving the classroom, he was going to mentally prepare for the upcoming date he with the lovely Slytherin girl, Y/n.

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Would you do a fluff George Weasley request where his significant other is the Golden Trios age and friend and her family is apart of the Order of the Phoenix so the summer before her 6th year Death Eaters attack her family and George is worried/overprotective of the idea of her going back to Hogwarts?

Just posted it, love! Thanks for the request! xx

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George Weasley Imagine; Overprotective Georgie.

This is actually the very first Harry Potter imagine I’ve ever done! I’m always reading them so it’s kinda weird to be on the other side of the screen making them, but it’s so exciting! Remember, english is not my first language, so if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know! I appreaciate corrections :) I hope you all enjoy it and thanks for the requests and support! x

Pairing; George Weasley x Reader.

Warnings; Fluff

Request; Would you do a fluff George Weasley request where his significant other is the Golden Trios age and friend and her family is apart of the Order of the Phoenix so the summer before her 6th year Death Eaters attack her family and George is worried/overprotective of the idea of her going back to Hogwarts?

It was afternoon, when Y/n walked on her backyard, admiring the roses and different kinds of flowers that were growing there. The sun hitting on the surface of each one, highlighting their vibrant colors.

Summer was definitely her favorite season, even though she missed her friends quite a lot during it, she so much loved and preferred the warmth of the sun against her skin, instead of the biting coldness that winter brings.

Harry must’ve having the time of her life, along with Hermione and Ron, she thought. They have decided to spend their summer before sixth year together, she on the other hand, could not.

Her parents, who worked with the Order of the Phoenix, took a well-deserved little summer break; so instead of planning attacks in the Order headquarters, against You-Know-Who and his followers, or traveling to different places to find allies to join the cause, they were spending it with their only daughter. They’ve come to the raw realization that family-time nowadays were scarce, lots of members have lost their family members while fighting for the Order, so this summer they wanted to spend it with their daughter before she returned to Hogwarts.

“Sweetie, how about I make your favorite meal for supper?” Her mother softly asked, leaning against the door of the backyard as she stared at her daughter, who was now walking towards the inside of her house after a few minutes of taking in the sun.

“Sure, mum. That sounds good by me, where’s dad?” She asked, closing the door behind her as she looked back at her mom.

“He’s in the study, dear. He’s now having a little talk with Remus and some of the members of the Order. We better not interrupt him.” Her mother replied.

She nodded, watching as her mother smiled once last time to her as she disappeared to the kitchen. Y/n sighed as she walked up the stairs towards her room, her dad would always be busy with the order, and she understood that. They were very protective over Harry and even more so after the death of his godfather, Sirius Black, last year.

As she opened the door of her room, she heard a little slow tap coming from her window, she quickly walked towards it and found an grey owl sitting on the edge of it, a letter on its beak as it breathed heavily, noticeable tired of the journey it had just traveled.

“Oh, Errol. The Weasley’s really need to lay off with you for a bit, you seem old enough to retire, buddy.” She chuckled as she opened her window, the owl stepping inside of her room rather quickly as it opened its beak, letting the letter fall to the small night table under the window before the owl itself passing out and falling to the floor.

Y/n just shook her head, smiling at the tired and old owl before grabbing it softly and placing it at the end of her bed. She then sat down as well and opened up the letter resting in her hands, wondering who was it from.

Dear Sweetheart,

I’m writing you to check up on you, how has your summer been so far? I’ve missed your face and of course, pulling pranks on you.. maybe I missed the latter a little bit more… No, never mind, I really miss your beautiful face, the picture I keep on my nightstand of you, really doesn’t make justice.

Mum’s been bugging me to tell you she also misses you quite dearly, and wishes for you to visit us for Christmas, she says something about having a present for you already; you know her.

Fred’s been sending more and more letters to Angelina, and he finally admitted to me their relationship is official, good for him. That way we won’t have to drag him around and he won’t have to complain about being a bad third.

Anyways, it’s been fun here in The Burrow with Harry and Hermione, we’ve been playing Quidditch and coming up with new pranks for the upcoming semester at Hogwarts. Ginny is still acting weird towards Harry and Hermione still blushes every time Ron is around, nothing much has changed.

I really hope you’re taking care of yourself and enjoying your time with your parents, I know you desired having them more time with you, so I’m happy you finally got the chance to do so.

I miss you more and more each day, so expect more letters from me as I expect more from you, your handwriting is adorable if I must say so.

Well, I’m running out of ink so I must bid you an adieu.

I’m really looking forward to seeing you when school starts. I love you so much, sweetheart. Always remember that.

Yours,

The best-looking Weasley twin, George.

Pd: Please, allow Errol to take a nap before sending him back, if not he’ll probably pass out mid-air. I know, I know, he’s too old but he still does his job correctly, or so I hope. Thanks baby.

The letter sure made her heart ache for him even more, he had missed him dearly all summer long. Missing the way his red hair gleamed under the sunlight and the way his warm eyes would stare at her whenever she would tell him about Snape being hard on her in Potions class. She missed the way he would always wink at her standing on the bleachers before any Quidditch match, and how they would cuddle in their common room whenever winter nights were too cold.

She looked at the old owl with a smile on her face before standing up to look for her parchment and quill to write her reply letter.

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A few hours later, she finished her supper and was currently laying on her bed, reading a new book her mother had bought for her for some light summer reading, in the background little snores came from Errol, she didn’t even know owls could snore but at least that was a sign that the owl bird was still alive, she wondered how old the bird was.

She looked at the clock, it was already 11:30 pm as she sat down and placed her book on her desk, Errol finally stirring awake from his long nap as he looked at her.

“Good to know you’re awake buddy, hope you had a good nap.” She said, softly stroking his grey feathers as he just hooted.

She stood up from the bed and walked towards her desk, grabbing the letter from it before giving it to the owl. Errol then with its little foot grabbed on her fingers as she opened the window, helping the owl take impulse before flying off to the dark sky.

She sighed, closing the window before sitting down on her bed. She was counting the days until the day she would see George again.

Hopefully soon.. she thought.

It must’ve been some hours past midnight, probably around 3 am when she heard some weird noises in her backyard, she shrugged it off thinking it must be the neighbor’s cat who always jumped to their backyard from time to time, but then she heard another rustling sound and a cold breeze hit her body, not usual for a summer’s night.

She quickly woke up, grabbing her wand from her desk where she usually kept it in case of emergency, and she sure knew this was an emergency.

She quickly ran towards her parent’s bedroom, both of them still asleep as she woke them up in a haste. “Mum, Dad, quickly! Wake up!” She half-yelled, not wanting to make the unwanted guest know they were aware of their surprise visit.

Her parents, who were opening their eyes in confusing. “Wh-what? What’s going on, sweetheart?” Her dad asked, he noticed the wand in her hand as she looked back and forth around the room.

“Death Eaters! I-i think they are here!” She breathlessly said as both of their parents were quick to grab their wands and stand up from the bed, the mom wrapped her arms around the daughter’s shoulders as she tried to calm her, her father quickly going out of the room and checking through Y/n’s window that was the only one facing the backyard.

Death Eaters, indeed. He was surprised that they had found out their location; it was a matter of time, he supposed. He watched as they just stood there for a bit before another Death Eater apparated there, probably the leader of the rest. With some quick words and nods, he saw as they muttered a quick Incendio spell from their wands, as fire erupted from them, the flames embracing the flowers his wife had planted and quickly spreading to the house, he saw as they walked inside and it was a matter of time before they ran into each other.

He ran back towards his room, looking at both his wife and daughter. “Do we fight them, dad?” Y/n asked, always brave and ready for the action whenever it was needed, a true Gryffindor like himself. “No sweetie, we are not fighting them. They outnumber us and I’m not ready to take any chances with you two here. We have to leave at once!” He quickly grabbed some bags he had hiding behind a desk. “I have already made a emergency plan if this was ever to happen, now everybody grab my hand.” Her dad was quick to say as he could her things breaking downstairs, Y/n was shocked to see her dad not putting up a fight. “But dad! We cannot let them destroy our house!” She exclaimed as she faced her father.

“Sweetie, your and your mother lives are more important to me than the house. Property can be replaced, lives cannot.” He maintained a fixed composure, he knew that he had to be brave in front of his family.

They took a moment to nod before they heard footsteps on the stairs, they quickly grabbed on his hand as they apparated out of the room just in time for the Death Eater to bust into the room, throwing the deadly curse at the wind.

Harry was right, was the first thing she thought.

Apparition really did feel like being forced through a very tight rubber tube, her stomach felt uneasy, after all it was her first time using this method of travel. It was quicker than floo powder, for sure, but not her favorite at all.

She looked up to find herself in very familiar surroundings, her dad took no time in walking towards the big house that was in front of them, she looked around and her mother softly caressed her hair “Are we..?” Her mother nodded. “The Burrow, darling. We all agreed to come here in any type of emergency, now let’s go and say hi to the Weasley’s.”

They both quickly walked towards the big four-story home, she looked down at her outfit, kind of glad she didn’t decide to wear her more childish but comfortable pajamas, she looked up just in time to see the patriarch of the family, Arthur Weasley, come out of the door with Molly by his side, both of them carrying worried faces as the rest of the home started to lit up completely, waking up everybody.

“Hello, Molly.” Y/n mom softly said, with a sad tone to her voice as the redhaired woman approached them. “I’m thankful all of you are alright, it would’ve devastating if they have invaded both of our homes.”

“Oh, dear! I’m just thankful that you three made it out without a scratch! Now, come on! Let’s get you all settled down, a pot of tea is already waiting for us.” Molly said with a tender smile as she embraced both of the women, walking inside as her dad and Arthur wandered off to contact the rest of the Order to let them know of the attack.

Once they got inside the house, their worries seemed to disappear by the second, her head was still wild thinking about her home being burned to the ground.

“Mum, what’s going on—” the sentence was quick to fly from George’s lips as he walked down stairs to find his girlfriend and his girlfriend’s mum in his kitchen, when she heard the voice of George she was swift on her feet to run towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he quickly embraced her, burying his face on her neck, breathing in her sweet fragrance. “Merlin’s beard!” He cussed out, “Babe, what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” George quickly asked, wanting to put an end to his doubts, don’t get him wrong, he was happy to have her in his arms but confused as to why they apparated at 3 am in his house.

“They attacked our house! Death Eaters, George! They came out of nowhere and burned our home!” She cried out, her eyes filling up with tears as she hugged him tighter, wanting to feel the warmth and protection of his body embracing her. “I wish I could’ve done something, fought them! they just burned it down. I just feel so hopeless.”

“Don’t you dare say that! You are one of the bravest Gryffindors I know. It was better to avoid fighting them now, we have to prepare for battle and it wouldn’t be nice training with a wounded girlfriend.” He joked a bit, trying to brighten her mood up a bit as she chuckled between sobs before cleaning away her tears. “I guess you’re right..”

“When am I not right, babe?” He winked at her as he kissed her lips softly.

“Okay, now you’re just getting cocky.” She replied shaking her head.

Seconds laters, the whole pack came down, Fred and Ginny along with The Golden Trio who were quick to check up on her and ask questions, Harry getting furious at the Death Eaters once again, tired of them coming after their friends.

“It’s not your fault, Harry, dear. We knew what we were getting ourselves into when we agreed to be part of The Order and we wouldn’t want it any other way.” Y/n’s mom said as she caressed Harry’s cheek, Y/n nodded at the statement.

“Okay, kids. It’s time for you to go back to sleep, we can discuss this tomorrow when things have calmed down.” Molly said as she hushed the teens up to their rooms. “I know you’re a bit shaken up, sweetie. So, with your mum’s approval, I’m gonna make the exception for you to sleep in Georgie’s room, but no funny business! The walls are too thin, remember!”

That night, with her mom and Molly’s approval, Y/n slept with George’s arms embracing her, feeling more protected and comforted, when she said she hoped to see him soon, she didn’t mean like this, but she was glad to be back in his arms. Even if Fred’s snores were too loud.

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Days and weeks have gone by, Y/n and her parents have found safe sanctuary and a place to stay at The Order’s headquarters at 12 Grimmauld Place, known as The Black’s family home. It had every security measure known to wizardkind, as Sirius once said, so they felt safe staying there for the time being.

They’ve gone back to their home, everything was pretty much destroyed except some knick knacks here and there and some family pictures that they’ve brought back to the headquarters. As her dad said, property can be replaced and they were on the process of finding a new place.

The Death Eaters have become more and more aggressive, finding more places to burn to the ground and more allies to torture.

The Weasley’s and The Golden Trio have visited quite a lot, practicing spells and dueling as they prepared for the upcoming battle, that meant more time with George and she couldn’t complain, of course having her friends around was pretty amazing too.

There were few days left of summer, as she packed the remains of her belongings and her robes in suitcases, preparing for going back to Hogwarts. She was a bit excited to go back to school, cause this year had interesting courses she was dying to be part of. Yes, she was very alike Hermione when it came to school, one of the reasons the two got along so well, but she also liked to have fun from time to time, another reason she and The Golden Trio kicked it off good.

“What are you doing?” George’s voice asked as he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms as she stared at her while she finished packing.

“Packing for Hogwarts, of course.” She replied in an obvious tone to him as she finished zipping up her baggage.

“I don’t think going back to Hogwarts might be safe for you, considering everything that happened with the Death Eaters and lots of the Slytherin kids are their offspring..”

“C’mon, Georgie.” She used Molly’s pet name for him. “You can’t be serious. It’s Hogwarts we are talking about! Probably one of the most safe places I could think of!” She was kind of exaggerating with that last part, Hogwarts has been anything but safe these last few years, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to finish her education, even if that meant one or two accidents here and there.

“I am serious, Y/n! I don’t want you running into any danger at Hogwarts, and we both know you’re quite good at that..” He raised his brow at her before walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Oh, really? You’re the one telling me that, Mr. Troublemaker?” She giggled as she placed her arms around her neck, bringing him down a bit to then place a soft kiss against his lips. “Besides, we both know that if I’m ever in deep trouble, you’ll always be there for me, right?” She asked.

“Always.”

“Then, let’s just think about how cool will it be to be back at school. We could go to Hogsmeade, maybe make-out in our free periods..” She slowly explained.

“There’s no way I’m convincing you otherwise, is there?”

“Sometimes, you truly are brilliant, Georgie.” She giggled as she pecked his lips once again. “Now, come on. Let me show you some new pranks I’ve been thinking of.”

They really were made for each other.

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I don’t know if my mobile readers are finding the option to request/ask so, i’m posting it here so it’s easier for you guys! :)

#request #imagine requests #fanfic request

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Hi lovely! I’m so glad you’re back :) can you please write a Bucky x reader where they’re best friends and are secretly in love, so when reader makes a joke that Peter is basically their child, Bucky gets all flushed and leaves quickly. He asks Steve what to do and he says Bucky should flirt with her for real and make it obvious he likes her. He does, but reader is oblivious so Bucky just flat out tells her and they end up cuddling and watching readers fav movie? Tysm, I hope it makes sense! 💕

hey, love! thank you! I just posted your request, I hope you like it! Sorry if it feels kinda short, I'm still trying to get back to my writing habits. But I hope you enjoy it :)

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Bucky Barnes Imagine; Secretly in love.

Hey guys! It feels so good to be finally back! I haven’t written anything in so long so, sorry if the imagines suck :( i’m trying my best to get back to writing and all. Also, please remember that English isn’t my first language, so if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, please let me know! Thanks for reading and I hope you like it!

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings; Just fluff.

Request; Hi lovely! I’m so glad you’re back :) can you please write a Bucky x reader where they’re best friends and are secretly in love, so when reader makes a joke that Peter is basically their child, Bucky gets all flushed and leaves quickly. He asks Steve what to do and he says Bucky should flirt with her for real and make it obvious he likes her. He does, but reader is oblivious so Bucky just flat out tells her and they end up cuddling and watching readers fav movie? Tysm, I hope it makes sense! 💕

It was around noon when Y/n woke up, she went to bed late last night because she’s been obsessed with this show and she wanted to watch the entire season in one night, that had her going to sleep at 5 am.

While walking to the kitchen to grab something to drink, she heard the voices of Peter, Samuel, Steve and Bucky.

She smiled as she finally saw them, Peter and Samuel both in the kitchen, while Steve and Bucky were sitting down behind the stool, laughing at whatever Peter and Samuel were doing. As she got closer to them, she could see with more clarity Peter’s face, which was currently filled with flour, his eyes concentrated fully on his masterwork as he made sure to massage the dough on his hands, probably making pizza, she guessed.

“I wake up a bit late and you guys have already messed up the kitchen.” she laughed as she stood a few feet from them, her hands on her waist as she looked at the mess that the kitchen was, obviously a work from Peter. She knew that him, being the youngest of them all, wanted to have some fun around the place, and probably Samuel saw him struggling and tried to help him.

“I really take no part in this whole mess, we are mere spectators.” Steve said as he chuckled, Bucky who was sitting besides him didn't say anything but rested his eyes on her, softly gazing at her as she rolled her eyes and smiled. It was clear to say that both of them liked each other, yet they were not aware of each other’s feelings. In her mind, it was better for them to remain friends than to get in a relationship with the probability of breaking up and damaging their friendship, she didn't want to jeopardize that because of silly feelings that may not be reciprocated.

In Bucky’s head, he thought that she wasn't interested in him as more than a friend, even though Natasha has always told him that she acted different around him, but he just brushed that off, thinking that the reason lied in the fact that she felt more comfortable around him than with the rest of them. He didn't want to create false scenarios in his head.

“It’s actually quite funny to see how Peter gets himself into messy situations all the time.” she smiled as she walked towards him, Y/n then proceed to wash her hands and help Peter out. “You’re supposed to knead down on the dough, not slap it or whatever you’re doing..” she let out a laugh along with the rest of the team, her hands already cleaned started to knead down on the dough as Peter followed her actions, Samuel just let out a deep sigh and gave up. “Yep, that’s my cue to leave, finally.” he said before leaving the kitchen.

“Hey! What did we say about quitters!?” Peter cried out when he saw Samuel, making him laugh shaking his head and placing his hands up in defeat as he walked towards his room, probably tired.

Steve stood up from the seat as well. “Well, I’ve got stuff to do as well, so good luck with that.. pizza?” he said before leaving with a chuckle on his lips.

“How come you’re making pizza from scratch? You know you could’ve easily just changed into Spidey and go out to get some.” Y/n said to Peter as she helped out with the dough, making sure it was smooth enough to proceed with the next steps.

“I told him that already, or that he could’ve asked me and Steve to bring him some while we were out in the city.” Bucky agreed with her as he stared at both of them, shaking his head with a chuckle ready against his lips. “I thought teenagers from this generation were supposed to be bit smarter..” he exclaimed, making both Y/n and Steve laugh as Peter rolled his eyes to him.

“Now, where would be the fun in that? Look how fun it is to play with the dough thingy! It brings back memories of a simpler life before Spiderman.” Peter slowly finished the sentence as his smile slowly faded from his lips, longing the times when he was just a normal boy from Queens.

Both Bucky and Y/n stared at each other, feeling the sadness radiate from Peter as Y/n then talked. “It’s okay to feel sad sometimes. It’s okay to miss things how they used to be, but just remember of all the good things you’ve done so far, all the lives you’ve saved. Remember all of the things you’ve accomplished and the things you’ve yet to do.” she said in a soft voice as she looked at Peter. The smile on his lips slowly returned as he stared up at her, his eyes filled with adoration, the kind you’ll see in a little kid looking up to her mother whenever she did something that amazed him. “You can always come to me if you’re feeling sad or need any advice, you know. I’m here to help, and I’m pretty sure Bucky feels the same way.” she said as her eyes landed on Bucky, he smiled at her and nodded at Peter.

“Totally, kid. I’m here if you need anything... well, only if you give me some extra slices.” he joked, leaning towards the stool and messing up Peter’s brown hair before sitting down again. Peter laughed as he nodded before kneading down once again on the dough, Y/n could only stare at the two of them with a silly smile on her face, it reminded her of the way her dad used to mess her brother’s hair.

In a way, she felt, Bucky and her were like Peter’s parents. He always came to them whenever he got exciting news or just to show them new funny memes.

“You know, in a way, Peter’s like our child...” Y/n exclaimed, Peter was too busy trying to figure out how the oven works to hear what she had just said, but Bucky on the other hand, flushed a bit. His cheeks slowly turned red as he let out a shaky chuckle at what she had just said, scratching the back of his head. “Bucky...did you just...blush?” she slowly asked with a chuckle, walking towards him to then get closer to his face, inspecting the faint red color against them. “You did!” she giggled, it’s been some time since she’s seen Bucky blush at something, it made her heart warm and just added a bit more fuel to her crush on him.

“Okay! I think I figured out how to turn on the oven!” Peter exclaimed with a victorious smile on his face, lifting his arms up like he had just won the olympics, making both of them realize they were not completely alone.

“I.. I think I'm gonna let you guys finish your pizza, let me know when it’s finished..” Bucky quickly spoke before standing up from his chair, he didn’t even wait for a response before walking in a fast pace towards

Y/n raised her eyebrow at his behavior, watching as he quickly walked away towards Steve’s room. Bucky was sure acting funny.

She just shrugged, and looked back at Peter. “Okay, chef. looks like it’s just you and me. Let’s get this pizza done, i'm starving!” she gave Peter a smile as they both tried to finish what they started.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Avengers Facility, Bucky paced around Steve’s room as he waited for him to come out of his shower, his arms crossed as he walked from side to side, taking his metal hand through his long raven hair from time to time as he was getting kind of impatient. So when he heard the bathroom’s door being opened and Steve walking out of it with just a towel around his waist, he breathed in relief, scaring Steve for a minute.

“Holy! Bucky, you do know that you have your own room, right?” Steve asked as he looked at Bucky, just now taking in his weird composure. “What’s going on? Is it Y/n?” he asked as he stared at his friend in front of him for a bit.

Bucky, on the other hand, was kinda surprised when Steve brought up her name, he hasn't said anything about her to anyone, wanting to keep his feelings to himself. Guess he wasn't that good at hiding things from his friend. “How did you know it was about her?” he asked curiously.

Steve let out a small smirk. “Oh, so it is about her!” he looked at his friend as if they were small kids and one of them had asked the other to help him out with a mischief before rolling his eyes at the question he had just asked. “C’mon, Bucky! I’m not that dense, you know.. I know when my best friend likes someone, and even more so when he’s too bad at keeping it to himself..” he chuckled, walking to pick out some clothes as Bucky ket pacing around the room. “Bucky, I swear you’re gonna make a hole in the floor from pacing around too much! What exactly happened?”

“Okay, so! We were out talking with the kid, how he missed the way his life was before the whole Spiderman thing, and she then said something along the lines of ‘Peter is kind of like our child’ and I blushed, Steve! I fucking blushed! Like a ten year old!” Bucky huffed out, throwing himself to the bed as he covered his face with his hands, groaning.

Steve, meanwhile, was laughing out loud, it was so funny for him to imagine the big and bad Bucky Barnes, the ‘Winter Soldier’ blushing because of what little Y/n had said. He knew his friend really had it bad when it came to her, he hasn’t shown interest in a female in so long, so he knew it had to be something serious. “You know, you should just tell her you like her. Flirt with her, for real. You both are grown adults, you should try and make it work and if it doesn’t.. like I said, you’re both adults, you two can handle a simple thing as a break-up...” Steve explained, making it sound so easy. “Of course, I wouldn’t take myself too seriously cause as you know.. I really don’t have the best experiences with relationships..” he shrugged and ran his hand through his damped hair.

Bucky gave it a long thought as he stared at the ceiling on top of it, thinking hard as if it was a mission and they had to come up with a plan rather quickly. “You know what, I think you’re right.” Bucky lifted himself from the bed, sitting down as he looked at his friend.

“I.. am?” Steve asked kind of surprised, looking at Bucky as he still had this ‘I'm in deep thought’ face.

“Yes! I can’t stay my whole life wondering wether she likes me too or not, I can’t keep my feelings bottled up, we both know life can be tricky and we’ve got to grab the opportunities whenever we’ve got them in front of us.” realization dawning on his face, the Winter Soldier breathed out, standing up from the bed as if someone had poured cold water to his face and he suddenly had all of the answers for the world’s problems.

“Okay, then? Good luck, buddy. Looks like you might need it.” that was the last thing he hard from Steve as Bucky walked outside his room, his mind filled with thoughts on how he would exactly tell her he liked her as more than friends.. Maybe he’d just start with some simple flirting, trying to make his intentions clear but not coming off too strong.. he just hoped it worked out, he’s not experienced in thsi field.

Later that night, after eating the pizza Peter and Y/n have made with the rest of the team, Bucky decided to walk towards the living room, knowing he would find Y/n sitting down watching some of her Netflix series she’s been obsessing with lately, she would stay in the living room watching them until she saw all the lights off and then she’d go to her room to keep watching, not wanting to wake up anyone in the facility with the noises that came from the TV. Even there she was so considerate with everyone else, one of the reasons he was in love with her, because she always cared for everyone else, putting them before her, just how she did with Peter earlier, she really had such a warm beautiful heart, more than her physical appearance, her heart was the most beautiful thing about her.

Y/n was indeed sitting on the couch in the living room, her arms wrapped around her legs as she stared into the screen in front of her, completely unfazed by the outside world because she didn’t hear to his steps approaching. “Hey, Y/n..” he spoke as he walked closer to her, her eyes still fixated on the TV screen.

“Oh, hey Bucky!” she said with a smile, not taking her eyes off the show. It must be a pretty good one, Bucky thought.

“I just wanted to say that I think you’re really beautiful.. And I'm not only talking about your body or face, but your personality and soul! Don’t get me wrong though, you’ve got a really a gorgeous face and incredible body! Not that I stare at it everyday-well, I kinda do, but that’s not the point!” he was feeling all flustered already, his cheeks even more flushed than they were at noon, like if his face was on fire. “The point is.. that I think about you a lot, you know? You’re always so nice to everyone, always wanting to make sure everyone’s doing okay and letting them know you’re here for them whenever they might need someone, just like today with Peter! And any guy would be so lucky to have you in his life, cause I’ve known you for a while and you’ve brought nothing more than happiness to mine...” a smile slowly crept its way to his lips as he thought about all the times she would make him smile, even in the most desperate situations ever or when times were rough around the facility with the rest of the team, she would always be there for him.

“I’m sorry, Bucky...” that right there made his heart stop, his face slowly fell as he heard those dreaded words and what might follow them. “What were you saying? It was the last episode of the season, so I was really into it, I didn't quite catch what you were trying to say... I’m sorry...” she said with a apologetic smile on her lips, she paused the show as he stared at him, completely focused on what he had to say now.

Bucky let out a sigh of relief, that almost freaked him out. He wasn't ready for a rejection, he had in mind that it could be a possible response from her but he didn't want to really accept it. He just wanted her to know once and for all..

“Look. What I was trying to say it’s that...” he took deep breaths as she stared at him in confusion, trying to figure out what he was trying to say to her. “I like you. A lot, like a ‘crazy amount’ lot.” he chuckled nervously as he took a deep breath before continuing. “I.. I- think I'm in love with you.” he sincerely confessed to her, sitting down besides her as he took her hands in his, feeling the smoothness of her palms compared to his calloused ones. He heard her suck in a breath, clearly not expecting what he had just told her. “I’ve been trying to bury these feelings because, I was scared of what would happen if I ever told them out loud, scared of what you’d say or do.” he looked at her eyes, there was a small glint in them, a little spark he hadn’t seen before. “I just realized I can’t do that anymore, I can’t keep it to myself cause life is short, and I have this second chance at living it the fullest, and I want to do that with you by my side. If you’d allow it, of course.” he explained, he wasn’t about to force her to do anything she wouldn’t like to do.

“Oh, Bucky. Just shut up and kiss me already.” she answered back with a smile that could lit up the whole city and without any second more to waste, their lips collided.

It felt like being embraced by the most warm blanket in a cold and snowy day, like their lips were meant to be together. His hands softly wrapped themselves around her waist, pulling her closer as he wanted to feel more of her warmness against his body, the grip on her waist tight, not wanting to let her go anytime soon as their lips played a beautiful ballad against each other, dancing to the oldest song there is.. love.

“It was beautiful.. all of what you said. It left me speechless..” she confessed, pulling away from his lips for a moment, her warm eyes looking up to his as her hands softly caressed his cheek, giving another ounce of warmth to his face. “What I want you to know it's that.. I feel the same way. I think I’ve always had. You make me feel different than anybody else has ever made me feel. Whenever I'm around you, I'm myself. No filters, just me. I was also afraid.. afraid to damage this friendship we have but I realized I do not want to live my life wondering ‘what if’.” she softly told him, a smile forming on her lips as she stared at him, lovingly.

He just felt like the luckiest person on earth, he had no exact words to explain how he felt, just that he loved it. He loved feeling like this.

“How about you introduce me to your show, huh? I bet it must be really interesting. That way I can cuddle you all night long, cause I'm not really planning on letting you free anytime soon to be honest.” he gave her a sheepishly smile as she nodded in agreement with him, she didn't want to be away from his arms either, so they accommodated themselves on the couch.

“Just with one condition..” she said to him.

“What condition?” he asked with a chuckled.

“That you kiss me every time I tell you to.”

“Oh, doll. Believe me, that won’t be a problem.” he smirked as he placed a tenderly kiss on her lips to start.

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