Life of Y/N

Requests are open | HP, TMI & TDI

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Klaus: I sleep with scissors under my pillow

Five: I sleep with a gun

Vanya: I sleep with my doors locked

You: I sleep with Diego

[sisierra-deactivated20240225]

Me: mother I have a new life goal

Mom: *sighs* what is it?

Me: I plan to m-

Mom: for the hundredth time you cannot marry Asa Butterfield

Me: *pouts* I was going to say meet Asa Butterfield….

Mom: honey we are poor af so unless he’s in town or you see him in the streets you will never meet him.

Me:

Mom:

Me: BUT MOM!!

Mom: if he calls ill tell you ok? *laughs*

Me: …. I have a new life goal….

[fanficwithyn]

Gurl, same.

[oneshots-imagines-and-that]

Dating Fred Weasley Would Include

Requested by anon

Teasing each other all the time but adding “I love you” and a kiss to the end of each little tease.

Snape deliberately splitting the two of you up and placing you on opposite sides of the classroom. He made the mistake of partnering the two of you up once, and he’s never doing that again. - Fred coming over and leaning on your table and giving you a wink, “Blow things up here often?”

Snape keeping you after class because you were one of his best students until you started seeing Fred and he’s “disappointed”. Fred kisses you as soon as you leave the class, which gets a very disapproving cough from Snape.

Fred meeting you outside each and every class, often surprising you by grabbing you and pushing you against the wall to kiss you.

Eventually you tell him you’re worried about yours (and his) grades so Fred starts trying super hard to impress you. He even told you he couldn’t go on a date with you because he had to study. That earned an eyebrow raise from you so he gave in and the two of you had a study date.

Fred’s eyes lighting up whenever he makes you smile. ESPECIALLY if you do that look-down-blush-smile.

Fred blatantly kissing you in the middle of the corridor just to annoy people and to make sure everyone knows you’re his.

“God I love you, (Y/n).”

Molly loves you and thinks you’re the sweetest thing. She makes you a jumper with your initial on it and invites you over every holidays. She just loves you.

Ginny loves you as well because you’re like an older sister to her. She asks you to braid her hair. She sits in front of you and Fred sits behind you and it’s a little train (except Fred sort of just plays with your hair and kisses you occasionally.)

George is a little bit jealous. Even though you and him are really good friends, it’s hard having his twin brother find someone perfect for him while he’s alone.

Lots of tickle fights

Going to the Yule Ball with Fred. He doesn’t ask you at first because he just assumes you’ll go with him. You end up teasing him and saying he hasn’t asked you yet. He asks you and you say, “Hmmm. I don’t know I’ll have to think about it, weigh in my options.” Fred laughs and kisses you, “I’ll eagerly await your reply.”

Both of the twins are incredibly protective over you.

If you play Quidditch, you’re a Chaser. If you’re on their team, Fred and George fiercely protect you, but if you’re on the other team (maybe you’re a beater), it’s war. “Whoops sorry Honey didn’t see you there.” As a bludger goes sailing past your ear.

Joking and confusing people who don’t understand your relationship; Are you dating? Enemies? Friends?

Fred getting jealous at little things when he’s in a mood. You have to hold him back from getting in fights.

Fred asking you to marry him a week before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. The two of you try and keep it secret until after their wedding so as not to not steal their thunder but Molly finds out and is so happy for the two of you. (George already knows)

Dancing at their wedding until your feet ache and your cheeks ache from smiling so much. 

After a few drinks Fred lets it slip to Ron that the two of you are engaged. Ron loudly exclaims “What!?”.

Fred loses you in the crowd and drunkenly screams “Where is my wife?!” Then everyone knows.

You and Fred end up getting married and Fred is just so happy he can’t stop smiling and he is running around excitedly telling everyone he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you. 

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[fanficwithyn]

Bite - Alec Lightwood X Reader p.3

Request: @kittycatcarter2343 Finale of Bite

Tag: @petah-parkah-and-potahtas

A/N: Just a warning, this is quite long. 2000+ words And these words turning into emojis irritate meeee gah. It loses the moment in the scene! And yes, I know it’s been MONTHS since I posted part 2. I’m sorryyyy. I confess that I didn’t know how to end this and school with 3 research papers to do is so time demanding. 2000+ words

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“Did he tell you anything?” You asked Simon as you rush down to the stairwell. “No, no, nothing. Why?” He asked as he struggle to keep up with you “🆗, good.” You said ignoring his question. 

“Could you-Could you please slow down a bit?” he told you a bit louder than the usual, giving up on trying to keep up with your pace.

You looked back at him “I’m really sorry, Simon.” you said, walking away. You may not be as close to Simon as Clary is to him - those two have a solid relationship with one another - but you two also have your own friendship and admitting it to Simon would equally still be distressing.

Simon was left looking puzzled. He only asked you to slow down, not to abandon him in the dining room.

Once you’ve reached the entryway you recognized Bat Velasquez observing the walls and ceiling of the Institute. “Never been inside an Institute?” When he turned to see you he eyed you from heel to head which you responded by arching your left brow. 

“Nothing.” he said and shrugged.

You slowly walked near to him. “So.. uhm, Should I get going tonight?” you asked. “That’s the order I recieved.“ he said as if having no choice.

“Okay.” You said and pointed at your back. “I’ll just get my things. I hope you can wait more.” you said and turned away.

Bat has already met up with you once outside Pandemonium to tell you that a silent brother has spoken with the Praetor about your condition. The alliance is willing to accept you in their House but will free you as soon as the change don’t happen. It was good, you thought, being away from all of them especially if things get a nasty turn in a few weeks. 

“Go where?“ Simon suddenly appeared in front of you just as you were about to go upstairs “By the angel, Simon!” you said as you clutched your chest, trying to calm yourself.

”Go, where???“ he asked again with more force. “Simon,” you said looking at him. “Its nothing. We’re just going outside. For a walk. Talk. We’re friends.” You explained to him.

He shook his head. “I don’t believe you one bit, Y/L/N. What about what he said about you going with him as an order?” You frowned at him. “Were you eavesdropping?!” you asked taken a back. “So I was right.” He leaned on the railing of the stairs and fold his arms. “It’s none of your business, Simon.” You respond and started to climb up the stairs.

“So you’re leaving? Without—“ You put your hand on his mouth to shut him up. In which he continued to talk in muffled noise in his defense. “Stop talking.” You told him sternly as you pull him with you up to your bedroom where no one will hear you two talking.

Once there, you took your hand off of his mouth and suddenly his mouth began to blabber words of reason to you. You sighed and roll your eyes at him. “Fine! Okay! I’ll explain!” he paused for a second and said “Thank you!” then sat next to you on your bed.

After explaining it to Simon including the reason in going to the Praetor House, he just stared straight into the wall with his mouth hanging open, not saying anything. You knew this was going to happen. It was foolish of you to think that he would be able to handle this. Your mind racing with thoughts of regret. Deciding that the loudness of the silence is enough, you broke the ice. “You know what I hope you would do right at this moment?” “What?” he asked and looked at you. “That you would say something.”

“I’m sorry.” he said, exhaling a bit. “It is a shock,Y/N. But–” he cut his own words and embraced you tightly. You embraced him tightly in return, pouring all your bottled tears and emotions into the hug.

When he pulled away he looked at your face entirely and said, “You. don’t. have. to. worry.” as he softly point at you which made you laugh. He smiled and said “All of you loved and accepted me when I turned into a vampire. Even Jace and Alec and we didn’t even grew up together. Which is crazy.”

“Now you with Izzy, Alec and Jace, you four have grown up together. You saw each other in your first mark ceremony, celebrated birthdays, and been with them in countless missions. They would never abandon you. Love and camaraderie won’t end with you being a werewolf. And I’m not assuming, Y/N. I’m telling you this from their perspective.”

His words made you hug him again. “Thank you, Simon, really. I appreciate it.” And you broke the hug. “Just doing a friend’s responsibilty, Ma'am.” he formally replied and saluted to you. You laughed in response and hit him softly on his arm.

You stood up and walked to your closet, packing some of your clothes and other necessities. “You’re still leaving?” asked Simon. You faced him and said “Si, I have to. I can’t possibly turn here in the Institute. No one’s an expert here when it comes to newly turned werewolves.” he sighed, clearly yielding out “You’re right.”

“Oh, uhm, before I forget..” You moved to your bedside drawer and retrieved the letter you have written for Alec and handed it to Simon.

“The full moon is a night from now. Give that to Alec the day of the full moon.” He nodded slowly and said “Sure.” “Thank you, Si.” you said and kissed him on the cheek.

You picked up your bag and bid Simon goodbye.

“Good day, Ms. Y/L/N.” Praetor Scott had greeted you with a soft smile shortly just after arriving at the Praetor House. He was a middle aged man, with blonde hair streaked with grey color. 

You smiled in response. “I assume you already know the reason wh–” you normally don’t cut people in their mid sentence but you’re fed up of them reminding you of the reason why you are in this state right now. “Yeah, I know, Sr.” 

The Praetor looked a bit taken a back but kept his composure and sighed. “Bat, if you please.” Bat bowed before Praetor Scott and gripped your arm dragging you out of the Praetor’s office.

“Before you drag me completely off of this floor, kindly, please, tell me where we’re going?” Bat continued to walk briskly not even wasting a second to look back at you. And he still hasn’t replied to you. You made a small rumbling sound which, to your surprise, he replied. “Up to your room.”

You spent the night tossing and turning on your bed, with you seeing the near full moon out the window, not able to shut off your mind from thinking when suddenly, you remembered Alec’s jacket. You got up to get it from your bag and took it with you on your bed.

You inhaled the smell of the jacket, recognizing Alec’s familiar scent; the thought of him calmed the storm of thoughts in your mind and soon enough, you fell asleep with the jacket in your embrace.

Morning passed and dusk came. It was fifteen minutes past five. There is exactly forty-five minutes before the moon is out. 

Bat has appeared in the garden of the House to escort you to the basement. You figured that’s where they’ll lock you in for the night.

The basement, surprisingly, was clean. It looks as if things were all brand new, it is kept tidy for years. It also had several large rooms. Some are with bars, looking like a prisoner’s jail; some are looking like interrogation rooms with a small window on the door side. The only things that were similar between the rooms are the medium sized windows at the top right of the wall which reveals the night sky and of course, four impacted chains to the wall.

A few minutes upon entering the room, Praetor Scott had followed in and took a glance at the chains beside you then to your hands. Putting a cold facade to hide the apprehension, you asked  “I’ve surrendered to your clan. You’d protect me, wouldn’t you?” “Right.” 

“So why aren’t you binding, at the least, my wrists into the chains?” He looked straight at you for a few seconds before calling in Bat when you heard the clacking sounds above you.

The Praetor’s face had completely changed from being collected to being vigilant. He tasked Bat to go up the hall and check in on the situation. After, he took the chains on his hands and carefully secured it to both of your wrists. “Binding your ankles to the chains won’t be necessary, unless you appear to be making big rackets while turning.”

The beating of your heart had increased. Sweat trickled down the side of your face, your mouth slowly drying. You looked down at the ground.

Soon, all the noise above has come to rest and Bat returned to the room with a few members of the clan. He whispered to the Praetor and he looked at you before nodding as a sign of approval. Bat pulled the door wide open and ushered the others to come inside. 

Only then did you raise your head when you heard a familiar voice call out your name. A voice that had always sounded like home. Alec. Alec was here. You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Alec..” you whispered with such happiness but accompanied too, with longingness.

He quickly dropped down to the ground in front of you, wearing a look of relief and confusion. He scanned your body, looking for possible bruises. “It’s not yet happening, Alec.” you told him softly trying to catch his eyes.

“Look, Y/N, I don’t care, okay? I don’t care. You could turn into a vampire, a werewolf, a faerie or whatever creature, I don’t care.” He said firmly holding onto both of your cheeks, he stares at you fiercely.

“You could change, yes, but I would gladly and willingly accept that because it’s a part of you, and my love won’t stop even if there’s a cliff or threat in front of me. This is no finish line, Y/N.” His voice grew louder, making sure you hear every word he say. His face scrunching into a pained one, as if begging for you to not let him go. 

“I told you already, whatever happens, I would still and always love you. Even if I have to endure sleepless nights making sure your pain, if not completely lost, at the least make it bearable for you.” Quiet tears have flown down to your face, 

“The letter you left? It’s like Jace’s jokes. Nonsense. And not one bit funny even, Y/N. You leaving won’t ever be funny.” You laughed a bit at his words, and his lips formed a relieved smile. “You’re like blood in my veins, as long as I live, it’s never gone.”

Alec touched his forehead to yours before kissing away your tears, then finally falling on your lips. It was bittersweet. It was a mix of sorrow and love and feelings left unsaid yet understood in every movement. His hand that caressed your cheek felt like a radiant touch of sun, a sweet warmth, spreading over you.

When you both pulled away he said quietly “I would cheat death for you. That’s how far I would dare go for you.” As he stare at you as if caught in a trance.

The room was all silent until Jace’s cough echoed across the room “I’m sorry to interrupt your “moment” but I just want to tell you that MY jokes are funny, Alec. THEY are funny.” The rest of the gang had groaned and rolled their eyes. Clary just smacked her forehead, as if very disappointed.

“They are not, Jace.” You responded, feeling the atmosphere getting lighter. His face turned into a shock, looking so offended, holding on his chest. 

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A/N: Okay, so guys, this is supposed to be the end, however if you want another part to show what happens in the full moon, comment down if you want the female lead or in other words, you, to turn into a werewolf or not so that I’ll have a guide. :) AND I promise to post it after a few weeks. PROMISE. I hope you enjoyed this one <3

[justiceleague]

I need friends.

[anodyne-sunflower]

God I love this man, and he played my fave DC hero so well ❤️ ⚡️ I’m not over it yet. Prepare to be spammed with him for a while.

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[fanficwithyn]

Bite - Alec Lightwood X Reader p.2

A/N: Part two of the Bite. The whole imagine is requested by @kittycatcarter2343. I still don’t know how to link things into posts so I can’t link the part 1 here. Sorryy maybe just go to my account and find the first part. =) Also I made it early for Simon to turn mundane from being a vampire here.

You could hear people whispering overhead. “Shut up! You’ll wake her!” “Well she has to or we won’t know her condition! Mr. Smartie.” added by someone as a matter of fact. 

   With still closed eyes, your eyes dart from left and right then finally opening it slowly. All the whispering died down and you slowly blinked a few times before staring at the faces of each of them. Simon, Jace, Izzy, Clary, and Alec.   

   “Hey..” Alec smiled at you closing some spaces between the two of you. “Are you okay? Is anything hurting?” he said softly. You smiled a small smile and said you were okay. He seemed convinced but there’s something about his expression that somehow conveys that he is not okay. 

   On the other hand, “Y/N.. I’m so.. so sorry..” Isabelle held your hand with her own looking so guilty, but you only frown at her.. “Why..?” They all looked at each other; puzzled, worried, but all kept their mouth shut.   

   Shortly then, Maryse arrived with a silent brother at her side. Maryse with her superiority emanating from her presence and the silent brother gliding the floor with graceful movements. As usual, its face is hardly seen, with parchment colored robe, and with the cold feeling you feel whenever they’re around. Always, always, it was Brother Zachariah.

   The silent brother asked the others to leave the two of you alone but with Alec, hanging around a few seconds long just to look at you, making sure you would be okay.

   Bother Zachariah sat at the far left end of your bed and began speaking to you through your mind. “Do you remember anything before you wake up in here?” you looked up at him, just staring. 

“Do you?” he asked again and the memory of the night hit you. Izzy asking you to find Alec. You, battling a werewolf which soon you killed. Seeing Alec at the end of the forest. Another werewolf who chased you. Calling out Alec’s name on the top of your lungs. The pain of the bite. And dirt. Dirt was the last thing you saw. But you didn’t need to speak using your mouth. The silent brother could read your thoughts and he did see what you remembered.   

“Yes.” your voice trembling with fear recalling the battle. Your breaths had begun to grow deep and shaky. Your eyes growing wide before looking up at brother Zachariah “The bite…” realizing, again, fearing that you are becoming a werewolf. “Calm down. ” He said with a very soft voice. “Usually, a scratch or a bite of a werewolf would be so much enough to infect you with lycanthropy, Y/N” he stated then stood up. 

“But in modern times with a little help from the Praetor Lupus we have conjured some safeguards against werewolf bites for the Nephilim which we have performed to you when you were brought here unconscious.” he continued as he walked to the full length arched window of your room viewing outside.    

Your face lit up. You were slowly relieved by the heavy burden you are carrying. You could continue being a shadowhunter with your family and friends after all. Not fearing anymore for the possibility of them to abandon you if it did actually happen. “But.” Your eyes darted to the back of the silent brother, heart thumping. “But?” you asked. “But it is not yet much proven. Not full proofed. It cannot be much guaranteed that it will prevent you from harvesting the disease.” 

You were at a loss for words. Your hope teared down to pieces. You couldn’t actually believe this. You thought of what they would think of you. Will they shove you off in the street? And Alec.. your Alec.. You don’t think Alec could continue a relationship with you like this. Maryse would certainly forbid him. And.. and your mother who’s sweet but at the same time strict and obedient to the Nephilim Law… You wouldn’t have anyone at all. 

“I’m sorry. We’ve done all that we can to prevent it. It just goes down if you will change in the coming full moon next two weeks.” he turned and walked to the door. “Wait.” you said “Please tell them everything’s going to be okay.” He turned his head as if thinking about it. ”That I’m going to be fine. I prefer to tell them myself before the full moon comes. I promise.” you exerted much effort just to not let your voice break. He waited a bit before answering to your request. “Understood.” and proceeded to leave the room. And that’s where a tear finally escaped your eyes.

Dinner time arrived and Isabelle came to fetch you down to the dining room. Apparently she’s still guilty and while you know that your condition may not be 100% sure, you want her to know that it may not be good right at this moment, it will soon be and that you are not blaming anyone for what happened. But you got your thoughts and tongue tied up, so all you gave her was a reassuring smile and told her that it’s all okay, nothing to worry about. 

When you enter the dining room they all wore happy smiles on their face only to pause and frown at the consistent bad jokes of Jace again.

You sat on your usual seat beside Alec where he greeted you with a bright smile. “I missed you, you know?” He said which you responded by a laugh. His face brightened just seeing you laugh and well again. 

Despite them being cheerful you just can’t seem to take your mind off of what happened earlier this morning. You can’t help but see flashes of what might happen.. possibilities.

“Eat.” Jace’s voice suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him innocently “What?”  you have no idea of what happened just before you were enveloped by your thoughts. “Eat.” he said again “These are not poison, it’s not cooked by Isabelle so don’t worry.” He winked at Izzy and she responded by rolling her eyes. You let yourself laugh and give in.

You ate, you laughed, you joined in on the conversation. You gave this night to yourself and for them.  At the least before you go, you’d have a few more memories to remember. It’s not that you hate to be a downworlder and you don’t believe that just being a downworlder will make someone anything lesser than the Nephilims. It’s just being a shadowhunter has been your whole life. You were born to be in this world, and you loved it. Though by fortnight, fate will decide whether to let you continue this path or let you start a new chapter. Whatever the outcome would be, the only thing to do is to accept and move on. 

More than a week have passed and you spent it deciding on how to tell them especially to Alec with now only four nights near to the full moon. You are a tornado of emotions, always, when you think of it. 

You did go to some missions with them, just so you could remember what’s it like to be in the field for the last time as a shadowhunter but never forgetting to keep your distance from them; hoping it would hurt less on their side.

You went up to the greenhouse to calm yourself down by gazing at the stars above. Once you’re there, you lay down at the ground where there are no plants, put both of your hands under your head and sighed. 

“Ground is cold. I doubt you can’t feel it.”

You sighed again and closed your eyes. “Alexander, leave me, please.” recognizing his voice. He sighed in return and stood near to your side. “I can’t.” You opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“Why not?” raising your brow. He didn’t answer you, instead he removed his jacket, dropped down on a crouch to your side and wrapped it around your upper body, he always knew that that’s the place where you get cold most of the time.

If he couldn’t make you move from the ground, he’ll just have to lay there with you. You can feel him staring at you and he started to express himself. “Y/N, I-I don’t know. I.. just feel something’s not right.” “Yeah?” you said. “I feel like you’re hiding something.” you chuckled “Well guess what I’ve just been appointed Inquisitor by the Clave, Alexander.” you answered and faked a smile.

He smiled widely and said “Ha-ha. Very funny. But…” his smile quickly faded as he lifted himself up a bit, locking you on the ground with his arms on both of your sides; he then looked at you in the eye sternly “… I’m serious.”

“You see, that.. that smile you just showed, that is not a smile, Y/N. There’s so much emotions that your eyes convey and not one of those is happiness.” He said and held your cheek. ”Your silence and distance from all of us, especially me, kills. It kills, Y/N.” he let slide his hand from your cheek and back to the ground beside you then clenched his fist.

“I don’t know exactly what happened but.. ” He looked at you softly while you looked away because it really is burdensome for you to lie in his eyes where he already laid down how he feels. You just can’t lie to someone who is vulnerable in front of you. You just can’t.

“Uhh..” A voice rang behind you and Alec and you both looked at whose voice it belonged to - Simon. You heard Alec curse under his breath and stood up. He offered his hand to you but you ignored it. Everything suddenly seemed very awkward and unpleasant and the plants suddenly became your center of interest. 

 Simon cleared his throat and smiled awkwardly “Yeah, well uhm, I’m sorry to… uh, bother you, but uhh, Y/N?”  he said as he does his hand movements. 

“Yes?” you quickly snapped your head to face Simon “Someone’s looking for you downstairs. He didn’t say his name. He just said he was a member of the Praetor Lupus” Your eyes grew wide. “Where is he exactly?” You asked  “He’s just in front of the entryway inside.” You nodded “Okay.” and started to walk towards the staircase, leaving Alec wondering what business you might have with the Praetor Lupus.

“Y/N” Alec said before you could disappear in the doorway of the greenhouse. You turned to look at him and he just stared at you.  “Oh, right, yes, of course.” you realized and walked towards Alec to return his jacket. “Thanks.” he shook his head and said “No, I-I wasn’t talking about this. You can keep it..” He took hold of your hand and gave it to you. “I just want to say whatever happens, I would still and always love you.” You looked at him dead in the eyes and said “You don’t know that.” And walked away.

A/N: okay guys, I said this imagine will only have two parts but I guess I got carried away while writing this and wrote so many scenes. GAH. Again, I didn’t proof read. But I hope you like it.

UPDATE: Part 3 is posted!

P.S I’m really a slow writer. i don’t really like to rush my writings and I really like to put deep thoughts in each of my compositions plus next week school starts again, so im sorry if i post imagines rarely. And I’m not a really experienced writer so bear with me if my writings are a bit shallow, I try to improve.

[bane--lightwood]

#his smile saved my life #my depression is cured #my grades are up # my skin is clear +

[books-n-quotes]

Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game (via books-n-quotes)

[fanficwithyn]

looking forward to the next part of the alec image ❤❤ you should write more like that. it is so good❤❤❤

Thank you for your feedbaaacckkk!! It is really appreciated! 😢 I honestly thought others wont like it since I just put my ideas altogether but I'm really touched that you appreciated it. ❤❤ Thank you 😁 xx

[johnfkennedaddy]

What if instead of gilly weed Harry had showed up to the black lake challenge in muggle scuba gear like “like where’s your advanced magic now bitches? Got me a free fishing knife with this thing”

[farashasilver]

Honestly I just want an AU where Harry approached all his magical problems with muggle solutions. Nobody knows how to handle it because he’s supposed to be there learning magic but you know what, it fucking works.

Give me Harry Potter who is like fucking MacGuyver up in this shit, creating his own non-magical solutions to magical problems.

“Potter how did you get past the enchanted keys to the Sorcerer’s Stone?”

“I used a fucking net.”

[octoberreads]

“How did you get past the dragon?”

Harry shines a little red light on the wall “works on cats, why not a dragon”

“How did you get through the hedge maze?”

“Weed-b-gone, it’s like a pound. Nothing will ever grow there again”

[atomic-darth]

It’s the final battle between Harry and Voldemort. The Dark Lord begins to prepare a spell to end Harry Potter’s life once and for all when….

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Reblogging because this is funny and the gif is perfect.

[cosmic-aria]

[books-n-quotes]

Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.

Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (via books-n-quotes)

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Bite - Alec Lightwood X Reader

Request: @kittycatcarter2343 Can you make an Alec Lightwood x reader were the reader was attacked by a werewolf and was a shadow hunter like Luke and they are dating but she’s afraid he doesn’t love her anymore because of this

A/N: I’m sorryyy I already have this request in my inbox for months now even before I was in my hiatus.. I’m really sorry. And also I changed the story up a bit. Again, I’m sorry. T_T Oh and I’m going to divide this into two parts. It’s getting quite long than I’m used to. So.. yeap. 

 You were fighting alongside Isabelle and Alec just outside the Accords Hall. There was suddenly an attack of downworlders that you suspected was because of Clary’s brother’s order. Everyone was confused how they were able to breach the protection around the city. Every shadowhunter, of ages 15 and up, were required to fight back. The only problem was, not all are informed of each other’s loyalties and blood and betrayals prevail in this battle.

The noise of metal to metal, metal to flesh and metal against ground surround the city, even the cries of pain and agony. You were absorbed in fighting when Izzy called out to you asking if you saw where Alec went. You frowned at her question, breathing hard. “No, I don’t know, Isabelle. Why?” Slight panic can be heard from your voice as you stabbed your sword at the chest of another shadowhunter with a heavy heart. 

“I-I’m sure he’ll be okay!” You shouted at her when the noise grew louder and when she didn’t respond to your question, clearly sensing her worry.

You fought at your greatest strength and tried not to fall deep into your thoughts about the whereabouts and condition of your loved ones. Your breaths grew rapid as you slashed at the last demon at your way. You were about to help Isabelle when she held her hand at your direction and shouted “Go, find Alec! I’ll be fine!” “Izzy, w-wha-” stumbling in words trying to reason out with her. “He’s strong! He can handle himself! And most of all I can’t leave you here!” She gave you a sharp glare, supposing it was because you underestimated her strength.

“Would you stop being so stubborn?!” She shouted louder than before. “Isab–” “I can’t lose another brother! You’re the only one here tonight that I can entrust with him..Please, Y/N!” She turned, frustrated and looked at you. Her eyes red and pleading. You saw another of your kind about to lash at Izzy from behind and thinking that there was no enough time to warn her so you hurriedly pulled Isabelle close to your side, aimed and then threw a blade at the neck of the shadowhunter which then sunk into his skin.

You turned to look at her and said “Fine. I’ll find Alec. Just don’t get yourself killed.” She then flashed a cocky smile “No worries, my brother will still have a gorgeous sister to return to.” She said and ran. 

You sighed and started to wander around the city and into the forest. Calling out Alec’s name from time to time hoping he would hear your voice, only to be answered by the emptiness of his voice in the forest. As the night went on, you still have no idea where your boyfriend is and you’re getting more and more desperate. You call out his name louder as you pace through the forest when someone appeared out of nowhere in front of you. You took a big agile step away “Hello, deary.” he said breathily with smile so grim.

You wield your sword at your side and stared at him coldly and warily. “What do you want?” raising your chin proudly as what a proper shadowhunter should be.

But ironically, in a hitch of a breath you were suddenly pinned down to the ground as the man changed his form into a werewolf. He’s near enough that you can feel his breath. “So what now, Shadowhunter?” eyeing you. “Thought your kind was strong?” he asked mockingly and slightly laughed a deep one. Your face tensed and scrunched up of disgust, mustering enough strength to not let him see that he is winning.

Thinking of other ways to escape him, you thought of the other weapons you had hidden on your body and clothes. But your thoughts flew the other way. Recalling your late father... when he had given you his favorite silver dagger... !!! “That’s it!” you thought. You remembered the silver dagger that you always carry with you - the dagger given to you by your father! You wasted no time and tried to wriggle your body as much as you could to create enough distraction to feel the silver dagger at the side pocket near your hips.

As if to stop you from moving too much, he opened his jaw and leaned in more to your frame, slowly with a deathly glare and a silent throaty growl. You stopped moving and closed your eyes waiting for the sharp pain of teeth about to pierce into your body while still attempting for the dagger. But it has been a few seconds since and you felt nothing. He laughed wholeheartedly and seemed very entertained with you. A soft huff escaped your lips when you finally felt the dagger on your hands. With him still laughing and distracted, you took it as a chance to get the dagger off of your hips and into the werewolf's neck.

His eyes grew wide as he slowly changed into his more vulnerable form - human. The dagger in his skin producing a sizzling sound, almost like frying. His body slid down from yours and into the earthy ground of the forest. 

Retrieving your father’s dagger and your seraph blade, you stood up quite far from him, looking at the werewolf. As you were about to run and continue to look for Alec, a scream was heard in a not so distant place where you stood - it was from a woman who has slowly stepped into the moonlight near you. She grieved for the dead body of the werewolf you had killed. You watched coldly. She cried. She screamed. And then decided that this is not your business anymore, you slowly stepped back. After a few steps your boot snapped some twigs.  

The woman abruptly raised her head to your direction, apparently unaware of your presence until now. She slowly stood up and pointed her fingers at you fuming. “You...” she said, her breaths deeper and louder. 

You looked at your back and you can see the end of the forest with two human figures together just outside a manor of some shadowhunter. You squinted your eyes to be able to recognize the two.”Alec..” you whispered as you spot Alec’s face. Some dirt and some gash on his face and arms but nevertheless, he was okay. He was okay.

“You did this to him!! You’re going to pay!!” Your head snapped back to the woman earlier and she is now running to you changing to her werewolf form. You cursed on your breath and started to run towards Alec’s direction. “Alec! ALEC!!!” You knew it’d only be seconds before this werewolf could catch up onto your running so you desperately called out to him. “ALEC!!!” You saw him look to your direction only a few moments. His face filled with panic and worry and started running up to you but before he knew that you were running for your life, the werewolf slammed its body onto yours and bit the back of your neck. You screamed in pain flailing around. She had bitten harder and struck a nerve on that part and the dirt was the last thing you saw before everything blacked out.

A/N: I didn’t proof read!! Sorry if there are some mistakes but I hope you enjoy! 

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I'M OFFICIALLY BACK!!! I was on hiatus for months. I'm sorrryyy. And so there would be an imagine tomorrow which was requested but its not Harry Potter this time. Its on another fandom that I'm in. It's been in my inbox for months too✌ so now that I've got back my will and inspiration to write again, I'm back. So yes. Thank you for not unfollowing my failed account. 😂😂😭 I value you guys a lot and you add inspiration for me to continue writing. Thank you again 😘 xx

P.S I'm thinking about adding TFB to my scope of imagines since Newt has been invading my mind 😂😂 but its not sure yet.

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Fireplace Heartache: Part Two - Fred Weasley x Reader

GUESS WHAT I HAVE??? Part two that all of you have been asking for! Sorry if it’s shit, I wanted to get it written before I had to go for the night. Let me know what you think! I hope it turned out well. Enjoy! -Emma.xx

WARNING: cheesy fluff to make up for last part’s angst

A year and a half had passed since Y/N graduated from Hogwarts. Times were much graver now, the Dark Lord threatening to return on the waves of a second Wizarding War. With each passing day, wizards and witches across the country were becoming increasing more unsettled, Y/N not excluded.

Sitting in the living room of her small apartment in the middle of London, Y/N felt trapped, unable to do anything more than tremble with fear through the night, praying that tomorrow wouldn’t be the day that she might die. She needed to get out of here, she needed to do something to occupy her thoughts.

This new fear was opening her heart to an old, familiar ache that she had buried down long ago, back at the end of her seventh year at Hogwarts. Her heart had been recklessly put back together with tape and glue, and Y/N knew it couldn’t withstand reliving that pain.

Standing from the couch, she grabbed a sweater and her bag, deciding to visit Diagon Alley. Knowing that this wasn’t the best choice - dangerous, even - she headed out anyways, her mind set. She would stop at the second hand bookshop to see if they had any she was missing from her collections, yes that’s what she would do.

It didn’t take her very long to get to the Leaky Cauldron, her flat only a short distance away. Gripping her wand tightly in her hand, she wanted to make sure she was ready if anyone tried to come after here. Even though it was midday, clouds hung heavy over the city, drapping everything in shadows.

Once she made it through the practically deserted pub, Y/N breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a small crowd of people in the alley. So I won’t be by myself, she thought with ease, making her way towards the bookshop. But the further she walked into the alley, the more people she saw concentrated around a certain shop in particular. She couldn’t see the sign so she stood on her tiptoes, trying to see over the heads of the people in front of her.

“Merlin’s beard,” she muttered to herself when she saw the front of the shop. A very large rendition of a pair of twins she used to know what constructed outside of the shop, Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes etched across the front. “They actually did it.”

“That git, I told him to go ahead and open the shop,” a familiar voice said behind her, causing her to immediately tense. She never imagined she hear his voice again; she felt the first crack in her heart. “ ‘scuse me, love.”

Y/N felt a hand being placed gently on her waist, someone trying to step around her in the growing crowd. It’s him, it’s him, it’s him, repeated over and over in her mind, rendering her completely immobile. She only held onto her wand tighter, praying he wouldn’t turn to look at the girl who wouldn’t move out of his way.

No one heard her. The tall ginger briefly turned to look over his shoulder as he passed, not recognizing her at first but when he did, his eyes went wide with realization. He bumped into the person in front of him, the bag he was holding in his hand spilling its contents to the ground.

“Y/N, is that you?”

Intent on not making eye contact, she intently stared at the ground, bending down to pick up the things that had fallen out of his bag. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him bend down as well, narrowly missing a swing from the man he had accidentally walked into. Hastily trying to gather everything up to give back to him, she tried to ignore him so she could make a quick getaway. She knew she shouldn’t have left the house today.

“Y/N,” her ex, Fred Weasley, repeated, reaching a hand out to grab one of hers. His fingertips barely brushed across the back of her hand, but she still pulled it away like he had burned her. Y/N felt the second crack in her heart.

“Won’t you look at me?” he said softly, and she could hear the anguish in his voice. He knows my suffering.

“I’m sorry, but I really must get going,” she quickly mumbled, handing his things back to him and trying to turn to sprint back out of the alley.

Fred was too quick; his hand caught her upper arm, pulling her back to him. She could feel the tears collecting in the corners of her eyes, and she really didn’t want him to see her like this. Who knows, he could be with someone, someone who would treat him better than she ever could’ve. She didn’t want to know that she still hurt.

“Y/N, look at me,” he said more firmly, grabbing ahold of her chin and turning her face up to his. “I need you to look at me.”

Unable to keep herself from looking away any longer, her tear filled gaze slowly turned up to meet his, surprised to find his cheeks wet. Surely, he wasn’t upset after all this time? He was the one who left her. But you were the one who said if he left, they were finished.

Their stares locked, and she immediately wanted to slip back into her old habits, wishing to get lost in his eyes and stay there forever. His hand was still on her arm, but now his other placed itself on her waist. That seemed to jolt her out of her reprieve, trying to pull away from him.

“Fred, no,” she said weakly, attempting to separate herself from him. I have to get away from here.

Keeping a tight grip on her, Fred backed her into a side alley, pushing her against the wall so she couldn’t get away. “Don’t do this, don’t do this to me. Not after this long.”

His words brought back the night before he had left her, echoing through her mind like long forgotten song being played on repeat. She wished she could apparate back to her apartment, but he still had ahold of her. If she went, she’d be taking him with her.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N, so much-”

“Fred, don’t.”

“-There hasn’t been a day that I haven’t thought of you. That I haven’t regretted leaving you, leaving the most important thing to me,” Fred said breathlessly, like he’d been waiting his whole life to say these words.

“Don’t regret your success because of me, Fred,” she said, reaching up to brush way some of his tears without thinking twice about it.

Grabbing her hand, Fred brought it against his chest, pressing it against him so she could feel his heart beating underneath her touch. It was thundering beneath her fingertips; she could feel the heat radiating off of him. The smell of him, of candy and something metallic - probably from working on experiments - filled her nose.

“That shop means nothing to me. The only thing I’ve cared about for the past year and a half has been you. You’re the only thing that’s been on my mind. George’s getting pretty tired of it now, to be honest,” he said, chuckling wearily. “Y/N, I was so stupid to have left you. I should’ve stayed, and I’m sorry that I didn’t. I’ll understand if you can’t forgive me, but I lost the love of my life the day I left Hogwarts.”

“You needed out, Fred. I understand that. You can’t keep blaming yourself,” Y/N said softly, bringing her free hand back up to cup his cheek. “I’m the one who gave the ultimatum. That wasn’t fair of me.”

“I still shouldn’t have left. Or I at least should’ve told you sooner, not bring it up the night before George and I were planning to leave,” he said, leaning into her touch. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she whispered back, the tears finally spilling over her eyelids and down her cheeks in streams.

Pulling away from Y/N, Fred fumbled through the pockets of his jacket, seemingly in search of something. “I know I have one in here somewhere… Ah! There it is!” Pulling out a small plastic package, he quickly unwrapped it, dropping to one knee in front of her.

“Fred?”

Holding the object towards her, Y/N saw that it was a candy ring pop. “Y/N L/N,” Fred began, grabbing one of her hands, “I couldn’t live with myself if I lost you for a second time. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, trying to make up for this past year and a half that we weren’t together. Please tell me that there’s no one else; you’ve always been the only one for me. I love you, Y/N, I still do. Will you marry me?”

Y/N couldn’t believe what was happening. When she left her apartment, she never would’ve imagined seeing Fred again for the first time in almost two years, never imagined him proposing to her. Crying harder, all she could do was nod her head. Of course she’d marry him, of course she would.

Sliding the ridiculous candy ring up her finger, Fred stood, taking her into his arms and placing a chaste kiss against her lips. He kissed her eagerly, hungrily, and she returned it with the same fervor. It had been far too long.

Pulling away from him slightly, she mumbled against his lips, “It’s always been you, Fred. You’re the only one I’ll ever love.”