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[inakua]

hi! can i request a jily short story where james is teaching lily how to fly on a broom or smth else that is quidditch related thanks!

hii! ofc, I've just posted it, hope you enjoy! Thanks so much for the request, I really enjoyed writing this one as haven't written in a while, exams have been a pain in my ass aha!

- Chlo

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Flying Lessons

Request: hi! can i request a jily short story where james is teaching lily how to fly on a broom or smth else that is quidditch related thanks! - anon

Warnings: N/A (I will always try and tag as many warnings as I can think of for each writing, if you read through and find something that I haven’t listed which may be a trigger for someone please send me an ask or message me so that I can add it to this list, thanks!)

Pairing/s:  James Potter x Lily Evans

Words: 958

A/N: Just a cute, short jily oneshot! Thanks anon for requesting, really helped me get back into the flow of writing this one, lmk what you thought ♡

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“James, I don’t think I can do this.”

Rolling his eyes, a grin spreading across his lips, James turned around but the sassy reply died on his lips. Lily’d turned an impossible shade of white as she stared at the sky above. Instantly letting the broom in his hand fall to the floor he made his way over to his girlfriend.

“Hey,” He smiled softly, tucking a finger under her chin, directing her gaze to him.

“Hey,” She whispered, reaching up to thread her fingers through his own.

“We don’t have to do this you know? It’s not the end of the world if you can’t fly on a broom,” He assured her.

“But the war - I need to be able to. What if it’s our only option?” 

“They’ll be other options though, Lils.”

“What if there’s not?” She stressed, freeing herself from his grasp to pace up and down in front of him.

“Lil -”

“No! James, what if there’s not? What if we’re trapped, or need to make a quick escape? What if I can’t fly on a broom in a life or death situation? I can’t just freeze up, I can’t just stand there when it could be my life, or even worse, others lives that hand in the balance because of a stupid fear. A stupid fear that could kill people. How am I going to live with myself if that happens?”

“Woah, woah, Lils calm down.” James soothed, trying to placate her as he walked towards his frantic girl.

“James, I-” Lily choked, practically falling into his arms as he reached for her.

“I know. I know Lils okay, but I need you to breathe for me darling.”

Standing there, Lily in his arms, James knew that he’d do anything, anything in the world, to keep her happy. To keep her safe. Rubbing his hands soothingly down her back as she sobbed into his chest only amplified that urge, that need to make sure she was okay.

“We’ll start off slow, alright?” James asked, knowing she needed to do this for herself. Extracting herself from his chest, Lily nodded, a shaky breath forcing itself out of her lungs. 

“All I want you to do is climb on,” he prompted, walking over to pick his broomstick off the floor where he’d dropped it, holding it out horizontally, “I’m going to keep a hold of it, just climb on.”

Hesitantly, but with her head held high and a look of determination on her face, Lily walked over towards James. A proud smile lighting up James’ face as he watched her straddle the broom.

“There we go babe, now I’m going to get you to hover,” at the look of horror on Lilys’ face James quickly tried his best to soothe her, “Just a couple of inches off the ground, okay? Literally just pick your feet up.”

Holding her breath, Lily brought both feet up off the ground, eyes clenched shut as she waited for the inevitable, for the broom to fall to the floor. A few seconds went by and nothing happened, opening her eyes slowly Lily looked down. “James - I - I’m doing it!” She cried hysterically.

“I knew you could Lils,” James replied, before taking off at a jog towards the other end of the pitch as Lily watched bemused. “Okay, now I want you to lean forward and fly towards me,” he shouted.

Filled up with a new sense of confidence, Lily inched herself forward on the broom, hands grasping the handle for dear life. Slowly, but surely, the broom began moving through the air, making a beeline for James; who was stood not too far away, arms out as if teaching a toddler to walk.

“Yes, that’s it Lils! You’re doing it babe!” He cried, practically jumping up and down in his excitement. 

“James …” Lily trailed, as she moved towards him faster and faster.

“You’re gonna need to slow down now babe,” James called.

“I can’t! It won’t slow down.”

“Lils! Slow down, pull back! Pull back!” James cried, face ashen as she sped closer and closer towards him. 

“JAMES!” Lily squealed, as she collided head first into him. The broom now lay on the grass as the two of them fumbled around, a heap of limbs. 

“Lily? Lils, are you okay?” James asked urgently, frantically trying to get up, finally succeeding only to hear the laughs of his girlfriend to his left.

Grinning up from her position on the floor, Lily couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, “that was amazing!”

“A - amazing?” James asked confused.

“James, I felt so free. I’ve never felt like that in my life, you don’t understand, it was like - like,”

“you could do anything, be anything.” James finished, holding out his hand to pull her up off the floor and into his arms once again. “You’re so amazing, you know that?” He whispered into her ear, nuzzling his nose against her face as she giggled.

“You’re the amazing one,” She countered, dropping a quick little kiss on his nose, “so, what’s the next lesson, captain?” She asked cheekily.

“Learning how to stop,” James chuckled, grabbing her sides to spin her around and up over his shoulder.

“JAMES!” She squealed, playfully hitting him on the back as she laughed.

“But first I think we should go soothe these poor injuries you gave me, I might be bruised for weeks.” He chuckled.

“Well we best get those looked at,” Lily replied slyly, grabbing his hand in hers as he let her down.

“I suppose we should,” He countered practically dragging her back up to the castle. Their next lesson could wait, after all they had some important business to attend to.

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Do other writers ever get this like, hyper-specific dialogue exchange drop into their brains and you know exactly where these character are standing and what they’re doing and how they’re saying these words but that’s all you get. You don’t have much other context and this specific moment that exists only at this time in your headspace??

[inakua]

Fighting For You

Request: Scorpius and Y/n have a date to hogsmeade, but their plans quickly go south when a fellow slytherin insults y/n in front of Scorpius.

Warnings: Blood, fighting, swearing (I will always try and tag as many warnings as I can think of for each writing, if you read through and find something that I haven’t listed which may be a trigger for someone please send me an ask or message me so that I can add it to this list, thanks!)

Pairing/s:  Scorpius Malfoy x female!weasley!reader

OC’s: Sydney Deverill (y/n’s best friend and roommate)

Words: 3,450

A/N: Just a little background your the daughter of Charlie Weasley, a single dad, who took you in when your mother (unknown) left you on his doorstep, you and Scor have been going out for two months and the only people who know are Sydeny and Albus, he wasn’t supportive but has been keeping it a secret. Enjoy, reblogs and replies are appreciated! 

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“Y/n! Y/n, wake up!” Sydney, your roommate and best friend, screamed. She’d been shouting at you for at least 2 minutes but you just didn’t want to get out of bed. Groaning, you rolled over, pulling the duvet up over your head in an attempt to block out the light flooding in from the window.

“Just 5 more minutes.”

"You can’t sleep any more Y/n, we’re going to Hogsmeade today,” Sydney said excitedly.

“I don’t want to go,” you whined, snuggling closer to the duvet, of course you did really want to go, I mean today was your date with Scorp and there was no way you were missing that.

Sydney decided she’d had enough and grabbed the end of your duvet, beginning to try and pull it off of you.

“Deeee, stoopp” you cried. 

“Get your lazy arse out of bed!” Sydney bellowed, giving one massive pull before she toppled over onto the floor, duvet in hand, as you laughed hysterically on top of her. 

Sydney got up, dusted herself off and sent a glare in your direction before giving in and laughing herself.

“At least, I got you out of bed,” Sydney chuckled, offering you a hand and pulling you up from the floor, chucking your duvet back on the bed.

Moving quickly the two of you grabbed your clothes, got dressed and began walking down the corridors towards the entrance of Hogwarts.

“We’ve missed breakfast so I’m going to go get us some food from the kitchens,” Sydney said, you simply nodded in her direction.

“I’ll go meet Scor in the entrance hall, he said he’d meet us there,” You replied, giving Sydney a quick hug before going your separate ways.

…

Scorpius heard some footsteps echoing through the halls. He could see Ben coming his way, from the bouncy stride he knew there was a grin plastered on his face. So typical for him to be happy in the morning. He’d be upbeat, joking, looking for banter. Scorpius dived into his bag for a book to hide behind. He could stare at the text, act like he had something better to do than talk. 

“Hey, Scor. I just saw Y/n, I might ask her out on a date!” Ben told him loudly. Scorpius let the book sink back into his bag.

“Oh, right,” Scorpius muttered, “You like her? ” Scorpius was worried, Ben had never seemed interested in Y/n before, in fact, he usually insulted her.

“She seems boring as hell but I’ve heard she’s a good kisser. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for a good snog.” Ben winked, grinning wider. 

Scorpius’ mouth set itself into a thin line, he was trying to control his anger but he was on the verge of insanity. 

“Father would kill me if he found out I went on a date with her, let alone kissed her. I mean her mother could be a muggle, or worse a mudblood, and her father’s a Weasley.” Ben said, sneering as he spoke.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Scorpius hissed, his teeth clenched and knuckles turning whiter by the minute.

“What’s wrong? You’ve never stopped me before. You scared the mudblood spawn is going to hear?”  Ben mocked. 

Scorpius couldn’t stop the bubble of anger burning inside him and before he could control himself his fist collided with Ben’s face.

“Don’t you dare insult Y/n like that! Ever!” Scorpius screamed at the top of his lungs, his fist slamming into Bens’ face. 

Blood pooled in Bens’ mouth. 

Scorpius dodged his measly attempt at a punch and came up with his own; for a brief instant, Bens chocolate brown eyes widened before he managed to tilt his head back and slam it into Scorpius’ nose. Stars burst into his vision but he shook it off, blindly throwing a sloppy kick. Ben stepped back, easily evading the kick. 

“Is that all you got?” he crowed, smirking infuriatingly at Scorpius. 

A crowd had begun to gather in a circle around Scorpius and Ben, Scorpius growled and threw himself at Ben, changing direction at the last minute but Ben picked up on this and threw his body weight behind the fist that edged closer to Scorpius’ face, it hit his jaw with such force that blood pooled into his mouth and the pain that erupted from the point of impact was almost unbearable.

With his own two hands Scorpius grasped Bens’ head in his hands and brought his knee cap up to Bens’ nose, there was a blunt crack and Scorpius released his dark haired head. Crimson leaked from both his nostrils and his nose was twisted right. 

He drew his fist back again and it ploughed into Scorpius’ stomach, it was like hitting a train head on. Scorpius’ guts smashed together, blood vessels bursting. 

He repaid this by punching his jaw, his fist collided with his face. 

Scorpius continued this battering until Ben fell to the floor. His chest gently rose and sank with each shallow breath he drew in. Scorpius sunk to the floor in defeat, he was knackered and his whole body was aching. Nobody was going to insult Y/n like that and get away with it, at least not when Scorpius was around.

…

When Scorpius first came into view you didn’t recognise him, he was too far away but you could tell something wasn’t right. He was sat up against a wall and a circle of students were crowded around him, while what looked to be Ben sprawled across the floor seemingly unconscious.

As you neared your heart fell right through your chest, he was purple. His left eye swollen, he couldn’t have been able to see a thing out of that. His face was streaming with bright red blood and his clothes were an utter mess.

You were at his side in an instant. His mouth moving, trying to say your name, his cracked lips failing at the first syllable.

“Merlin! Scor? What happened? Are you okay?” You asked, fussing over him and trying not to cry.

“Y/n, just go and get madam Pomfrey,” Scorpius said, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke.

“No! I’m not leaving you.” You told him, looked around desperately. You needed someone you could trust. 

“Lucy! Go and get madam Pomfrey. Now!” You screamed, terror bubbling up and taking a hold of your body. 

You didn’t care about the crowd watching or the fact that Bens unconscious body was at your feet, you just needed Scorpius to be okay.

“Y/n? What’s going on?” Albus asked.

“Nothing, just leave me alone Al,” Y/n answered, you couldn’t deal with Scorpius being in this state and Al being difficult all at the same time.

“What the hell are you playing at y/n?” Albus hollered after seeing your hand entwined in Scorpius’.

“Al, I said go away.” You choked, on the brink of tears as the words slid from your mouth, “This doesn’t concern you, go away!”

“Of course, it does! My cousin is holding the hand of Scorpius-Fucking-Malfoy who’s collapsed against a wall drenched in his own blood.” Albus cried.

“I know who this fucking is! Also, since when did you start caring?” You growled, memories flooding your brain from the past couple of weeks. Al not talking to you and setting half the Gryffindors against you all because you dared to talk to Scorpius and his mates.

“Of course, I care Y/n, you’re my cousin and one of my best friends.” Albus said sincerely, You had to try and stop yourself from laughing at this comment.

“Best friend? You haven’t been my best friend in a while Potter, sure you’re my cousin but that I have to live with! Plus I seem to remember that the last time you even talked to me was 2 weeks ago, and what was you said to me again? Oh yeah, I remember, it was an insult.” You spat at him.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re holding his hand and fussing over him like he is actually worth something.” Albus said, bristled a bit at the use of his second name coming out of your mouth.

“He is worth something! Scorpius Malfoy is one of the most amazing people I have ever met, he’s been there for me when nobody else was. He’s made me happier than any of you can even imagine.” You snarled.

“I can’t believe you, Y/n! I kept your secret over Christmas break but I’m not going to anymore, Uncle Charlie will have a fit when he finds out about this.” Albus said, smiling smugly, thinking that he’d won and that you were going to give in.

“Go on then Albus, go tell him.” You hissed at him, knowing your dad wouldn’t car and that it was his brothers you’d have a harder time convincing.

“Really? You care more about him than about how disappointed the family will be?” Albus asked shocked.

“I’ve been afraid of disappointing people my whole life Albus. I’ve been scared of not being good enough and the one time I want to do something that will make me happy you turn on me. Yes, he may not be family but in some ways, he’s more than that. He chose to talk to me, to listen to me whereas you guys have to put up with me, you don’t get a choice but he does and he chose me.” You told him, not even looking in his direction as you stared down at Scorpius, a hand caressing his face softly.

“This is ridiculous!” Albus screamed, throwing his hands up in the air. turning on his heels back down the corridor.

The halls were eerily quiet after Albus’ retreat and everyone was staring at you in shock. You felt someone squeeze your hand and looked down to see Scorpius staring up at you, unshed tears in his eyes.

“Y/n, I … I’m so sorry. He insulted you in front of me and an I … I just couldn’t let him w-walk away,” Scorpius’ voice was barely a whisper, his throat sore and you could tell he was struggling to stay conscious.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” You cooed softly.

“Thank you,” Scorpius whispered before slipping into unconsciousness.

…

Lucy placed her hands on her knees as she stood outside the hospital wing doors, she’d ran there as fast as she can and it was safe to say that she needed to start doing more exercise, she was knackered.

When she entered, Madam Pomfrey was rushing around the ward muttering something about careless students under her breath. Lucy noticed a boy sat on the furthest bed from the door. 

“Oh hello dear, what can I do for you?” Madam Pomfrey asked.

“There’s been a fight by the entrance hall, one boy seems to be unconscious on the floor and the other can hardly stand,” Lucy explained.

Madam Pomfreys eyes shot out of her head, she rushed over to the boy on the bed and told him to stay here while she went and sorted something out. About a second later she was rushing out of the door with Lucy trailing behind her. 

When they reached the entrance hall the crowd seemed to have grown as more and more students tried to see what had happened. Scorpius and Ben were still in the same place, Y/n was sat over Scorpius holding his hand, tears running down her face. Dom had moved forward and was trying to comfort her while the rest of the family were still stood in the crowd, mouth agape and staring at the scene that was unfolding in front of them.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Lucy whispered, you turned around at the sound of Lucy’s voice and flung yourself into her open arms, sobbing uncontrollably into her shoulder before lifting your head and looking at Madam Pomfrey as she began levitating Scorpius back to the Hospital Wing.

“Is he going to be okay?” You mumbled, eyes puffy and red from crying so hard and voice raw as you spoke.

“Everything will be fine Y/n, go with him." 

"Thank you,” You whispered, “Thank you so much!” You turned around to follow Madam Pomfrey back to the hospital wing and Lucy followed. 

You’d face the wrath of you cousins later, at the moment, you needed to make sure everything was alright.

…

“Scorpius?” Astoria whispered into her son’s ear. 

She’d been floo’d a couple of hours ago with the news that her son had been in a fist fight with a fellow student and that he was in the hospital wing. She was surprised to find a girl curled up outside the hospital wing with tears running rapidly down her face. She had y/h/c hair and a light sprinkle of freckles across her nose and a cute button nose. Astoria thought her to be quite pretty and wondered why she was in the state she was.

“Mother?” Scorpius asked, covering his eyes with his hand as the burning light began streaming through his eyelids. “What are you doing here?”

“We got a call from the headmistress telling us you’d gotten in a fight and that you were in pretty bad shape.”

“We?”

“Your father and I, he’s not here, though. He had to be at work, he had an important meeting.” She was trying her best to sound comforting, but Scorpius just turned a blind eye not wanting to acknowledge his fathers absence.

“Please, Scorpius tell me what happened.” Astoria pleaded.

“I can’t.” Scorpius mumbled, he ducked his head in shame and tried his hardest to avoid eye contact with his Mother.

“Why not?” She questioned.

“Father would be disappointed in me if he found out, he wouldn’t care. He’d tell me it’s not something to lose a friend over.” He admitted.

Astoria thought back to when she’d seen that girl out in the corridor earlier, maybe she had something to do with this.

“It’s a girl isn’t it.” She said, it wasn’t a question, but a statement. She knew it was about that girl now, she could see it in his eyes.

“Why do you say that?” Scorpius asked wearily.

“There’s been a girl sat outside the doors for several hours, they won’t let her in. Every time someone comes in or out she tries her best to get in but Madam Pomfrey keeps telling her that there are to be no visitors yet.” Astoria watched as her sons eyes lit up.

“Y/n is out there?” He asked, trying his hardest not to smile but failing miserably.

“So that her name is it? Y/n.” Astoria thought it was a pretty name, it sounded familiar. 

“Yes mother, Y/n.Y/n Weasley.“ Scorpius knew he had to get it out of the way, his parents hated the Weasleys and it was better if his mother knew straight away instead of trying to hide it from her.

"Weasley? But she’s .. you can’t not a - a Weasley. They’re blood traitors. You can’t.” Astoria gasped at his confession, but she seemed like a perfectly normal girl, how could she be a Weasley?

“This is why I didn’t want you to know. You don’t even know her and you’re already judging her just because of her name. Does it look like I care mother?” Scorpius barked, he was getting frustrated and before his mother could answer him Madam Pomfrey opened the curtains and move towards his bed.

“Scorpius, How are you feeling?” She asked, a kind smile on her face.

“I’ve got a bit of a headache but that’s all Madam Pomfrey! Thank you.” It wasn’t a lie, Scorpius’ head felt like it was on fire, it was throbbing painfully, it was as if a hundred hammers were hitting his head at the same time.

“That’s okay my boy, I just need you to take this potion to ease any pain and you’ll be able to leave the hospital wing by tomorrow.” Scorpius took the potion and guzzled it down, he instantly felt better.

“Madam Pomfrey?” Scorpius stopped her before she could make it out of hearing distance.

“Yes my dear”

“Can Y/n come in now?” Scorpius asked. Astorias eyes popped out of her head and Scorpius just gave her a stern look, reminding her not to say anything to offend her.

“Of course, I’ll just go and get her,” Madam Pomfrey replied, chuckling at the looks Scorpius and his mother were sharing with each other. 

Mother and Son didn’t exchange any more words and stood there in silence as they waited for Scorpius’ guest. The sound of rushing footsteps reached Scorpius’ ears and before he knew it a bundle of y/h/c hair was in his face and you’d jumped on his bed enveloping him in a death grip.

“Oh, my gosh Scorpius I was so worried! Are you alright?” You fussed over him as he struggled to catch his breath.

“I’m fine,” he insisted as he moved your hair out of your eyes.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again! Do you have any idea how scared I was, I’ve been out there for hours waiting for you! What were you thinking?” You’d sat up from where you were perched on Scorpius’ lap and began lecturing him about his behaviour. 

Scorpius had to grab your face to get her to pay attention, you had tears running down your face and he brushed them off carefully with his thumb. He felt you shiver at his touch and chuckled to himself.

“Y/n, calm down. I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry.”

“Good,” You answered, giving him a peck on the lips as you snuggled closer.

“hmph hmph” Someone coughed from to the right side of you, making you jump off of Scorpius when you finally realised who it was. Your face burning red as you shuffled over to introduce yourself.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Y/n Weasley.”

“Astoria Malfoy, lovely to meet you.” Scorpius watched as his mother talked to you, she seemed genuine but he couldn’t be 100% sure. You turned to face Scorpius as Astoria finished talking.

“Scor, you didn’t tell me your mother was here.” you hissed under your breath.

“I didn’t have the time to tell you after you came barging in here.” He put his hands up in surrender as he spoke, but you merely sighed, you couldn’t be mad at him when he looked so darn cute.

“I can come back later if you like, I don’t want to disrupt anything,” You said.

“Y/n you don’t have to go.” Scorpius began, he didn’t want you to leave just because his mother was here.

“But you and -” Scorpius cut you off as you began to try and leave.

“Y/n, I want you to stay.” He insisted, causing you to flush red.

“Oh, okay then. I’ll just go and sit over here." 

Astoria watched on in amusement as you went to sit in the chair on Scorpius’ left.

"So how long have you and my son been together Miss Weasley?” Astoria asked.

“Oh, um, I - about 2 months now,” You answered. Astoria looked over at her son, the pride and love evident as he looked at you.

“Well, I best give you two some privacy. I’ll be back in a moment Scorpius." Before anyone could protest Astoria had turned on her heels and slipped out of the curtains.

"Scor I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise she was in here! I wouldn’t have come rushing in like that if I’d known.” You began spluttering but Scorpius simply smiled at you.

“Y/n, Look at me. Don’t worry about it. Okay?" 

Your eyes locked and Scorpius’ breath faltered as he got lost in your beautiful blue eyes.

"Okay,” you gulped, leaning to give him a proper kiss.

“Were you really out there for several hours?” He asked, holding you close after your kiss, you nodded wondering if he’d think you weird.

“Are you tired?” He asked he seemed generally concerned.

“Just a little but it’s nothing to worry about,” You confirmed. In actual fact, you were knackered but you didn’t want Scorpius to worry about you. He was the one in a hospital bed, not you. 

They lay there for a while, both were drifting off to sleep in each others arms.

“I’m glad you’re okay Scor,” You whispered. Before Scorpius could answer you closed your eyes and were fast asleep, Scorpius following your lead closely after.

Astoria walked in about an hour later to find you and Scorpius curled up in the single bed fast asleep. Maybe this Y/n girl wasn’t as bad as she thought.

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Unexpected - Chapter 2 [ff.net]

"Why are you helping me?" Kieron asked, Scorpius had to have a reason.

"I'm escaping, I need someone to come along and I heard they were going to torture you for information soon and I didn't want you to go through that so I picked you to help me," he told him quietly, "I've been faking accidental magic since I was able to, I'm trying to convince my father I'm a wizard so that I can escape before he finds out."

"You're not a wizard?" Kieron gasped, how had he managed to keep it a secret.

"No. I'm a squib," Scorpius replied, looking down at the ground ashamed.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Kieron said reassuringly, not wanting to upset the mysterious blonde, "but how are you going to get us out if you can't use magic?"

"I'm getting us out the muggle way," Scorpius said, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes.

Before Kieron could ask what he was going to do, Scorpius pulled a paper clip out of his pocket and straightened it out before shoving it into the lock of the cell door, he fiddled around with the paper clip and lock and a few seconds later Kieron heard the undeniable click of a lock as it was opened.

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A Yule To Remember

PART ONE

Request: Could you write about Lily Potter falling in love with Cassie Malfoy? - Anon

Warnings: N/A (I will always try and tag as many warnings as I can think of for each writing, if you read through and find something that I haven’t listed which may be a trigger for someone please send me an ask or message me so that I can add it to this list, thanks!)

Pairing/s:  Lily Luna Potter x Cassiopeia “Cassie” Malfoy.

OC’s: Cassiopeia “Cassie” Malfoy, Nicki Nott, Hannah Walker

Words: 1,572

A/N: A little christmas two shot about Cassie and Lily admitting their love at the yule ball in their 5th year. Enjoy, reblgs and replies are appreciated! Part two will be posted soon.

Dedicated to @hpnextgensource ♡

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“Quick! Hurry up Cass, we’re going to be late for dinner!” Lily cried, dragging her best friend along by the arm as fast as she could.

Sighing, Cassie allowed herself to be pulled along, the corridor was empty after all. “We won’t be late Lils, plus Lucy saved us a seat so we’ll be able to sit with everyone,” Cassie reasoned, smiling affectionately at Lily’s enthusiasm.

“I don’t care! I want roast chicken! Nicki will’ve eaten it by now!”

At that exclamation Cassie couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, prompting Lily to drop her hand as she doubled over.

“I don’t see what’s so funny,” Lily pouted.

“A 16 year old - chicken - you” were the only words coming out the aching mouth of Cassiopeia Malfoy. She honestly couldn’t believe that Lily Potter, a 16 year old girl, was getting so flustered because she wanted some roast chicken.

“Well, I’m going to go and complete my mission, a girl has needs you know!” She said, smirking at Cassie, who was still on the floor but seemed to be calming down.

“No - Lils wait. I - I’m coming,” Cassie replied, dragging herself from the floor, out of breath and bright red from lack of oxygen.

“You’re not gonna laugh again?” Lily asked.

“Of course not …” Cassie began, before turning to Lily, a wide smile lighting up her face, “my little chicken.”

Then, she ran.

“CASSIE!!” Lily cried, chasing after the girl in question, laughing as she went.

The two finally made it to the corridor of the Great Hall, Lily managing to catch up just after the corner.

“Got ya!” She yelled triumphantly, tackling Cassie to the ground and straddling her to keep her down.

“Hey, no fair! I was nearly there!” Cassie pouted, mischief in her eyes.

“You’re cute when you pout,” Lily blurted before she could even think.

“I - um,” Cassie stuttered, her eyes big and lips parted as she took in the words Lily had just spoken.

Lily simply started, shock evident on her face, her eyes locked onto Cassies, before moving around to take in the expression on her face.

As the girls sat there, both blushing profusely, they finally took in their compromising position.

Lily sat, straddling Cassie’s hips, her arms placed precariously on either side of her head. While Cassie lay flat, her white blonde hair flayed around her head like a halo, both hands on Lily’s hips, caressing them unconsciously with her thumbs.

Neither girl moved, both staring at each other, enamoured by the emotions in each others eyes.

It could’ve been a minute, it could’ve been half an hour, neither knew, but they were now barely an inch from each others face.

Cassie closed her eyes in anticipation …

Lily leaned in …

“There you guys are!”

As soon as the words hit their ears, the two girls sprang off each other, faces bright red, a metre gap now between them.

“We’ve been waiting for you for ages,” Lucy told them, walking over to them and linking her arms between the two.

“Yeah, where have you been?” Nicki asked, walking to Lilys side, while Hannah walked to Cassies.

“Roxy, Brennon, Hugo and Fletcher were worried about the two of you,” Hannah added.

“Yeah, we almost had to beat your cousins off when we said we were gonna look for you, they all wanted to join in on the hunt!” Nicki chuckled.

“We were just running a bit late is all,” Lily replied, smiling weakly up at Nicki.

“Yeah - late,” Cassie said, her eyes staring off into space.

Hannah and Nicki looked at them funny, before shrugging and walking the two into the great hall. After all, they knew what this was all about, and they had a plan.

…

“Okay girls, we ready to initiate mission get Lily and Cassie to admit their love for each other?” Lucy asked, huddled together with Hannah, Roxy and Nicki as the four girls squished together onto Lucys bed, curtains drawn and wands alight.

“Ready,” The three girls chorused.

“Okay, so the yule ball is this evening, I know that they both have dates but we’re going to make them wish they were each others. Hannah and Nicki you two work on Lily, me and Roxy will work on Cassie. We need to make these girls look so stunning they won’t be able to take their eyes off each other!” Lucy said, nodding at each girl in turn, making sure they understood their mission for the evening.

“We’ll take Cass in the bathroom,” Roxy informed them, motioning to her and Lucy.

“We’ll keep Lils in here,” Hannah agreed.

“Have Lils downstairs by 7 and we’ll make sure that Cass is down a couple of minutes later, then we get the dramatic effect of Cass walking down the stairs!” Roxy said in excitement, her face lighting up at the prospect of finally getting their best friends together.

“Okay, let’s get ourselves ready, the girls should be up in about an hour, so we’ve got plenty of time!” Lucy added.

“Let’s Go!” Roxy yelled, causing the others to jump back, falling backwards out the bed at the rise in volume.

A chorus of laughter could be heard from the common room as the four girls laughed at the predicament they were in, before all went silent as they prepared for the mission in front of them.

…

“Argh, quit pulling on my hair.”

“Stop whining, I’m not even tugging that hard!”

“Close your eyes Lil, I can’t do your makeup if you keep twitching. Oh stop pouting, it’ll be worth it when you see how stunning you look.”

Huffing and crossing her arms Lily had to agree, as much as she hated getting dolled up, she knew that Hannah and Nicki were going to do a much better job than if she had to do it herself.

As soon as Lily and Cass had come up from dinner they were ambushed. Cass dragged into the bathroom by an already dolled up Lucy and Roxy, while Lily was pushed down onto the vanity stall by Hannah and Nicki.

Thinking back, they should’ve know something was up as they walked up the stairs, no giggling or loud chatting could be heard from their dorm.

“Okay, just the highlighter and we should be done!” Nicki squealed, a series of claps ringing in Lilys ears.

“I’m pretty much done with the hair back here,” Hannah exclaimed, placing the muggle curlers she’d bought on the vanity.

“Can I see myself now girls?” Lily’d been unable to look at herself the whole time because the girls had enchanted the mirrors, claiming they wanted it all to be a surprise.

“Not yet.”

“We need to get you in your dress first!”

“It’s in my trunk,” Lily replied, giggling into her hand at their excitement.

“Surprise!!”

Confused Lily turned around, a gasp escaping when she laid her eyes on the dress in their hands, “bu - but? That’s not my dress?”

Almost as if in a trance she walked over, hands gliding through the silk as if water, a green almost as deep as her eyes shimmering in the lights.

“Well, we knew you were just gonna wear the same dress you wore last year,” Hannah began, looking to Nicki.

“So we all chipped in and bought this for you from gladrags.”

“Really?” Came the choked reply from Lily.

“Really,” Hannah said, fanning at her face frantically, as she saw tears pool in Lilys eyes, “stop, you’re gonna make me cry.”

“Think of the makeup!” Nicki hollered, holding back tears herself.

Lily threw her arms around them as she attempted to control her emotions, “I love you girls.”

Squeezing her tight Hannah and Nicki replied, “we love you too, Lils.”

After clinging to each other for a minute, Lilys attention focused back on the gorgeous dress, “Well I best put it on!”

While Lily and the girls were doing the final touches, Cassie, Roxy and Lucy were waiting patiently in the bathroom.

“We’ve been waiting for 15 minutes, remind me why we can’t just go wait with Lils and the others?” Cassie asked, head balancing on the palm of her hands as she stared at the door.

“Well … um, you see,” Roxy began, eyes darting around the room anxiously.

Huffing at her cousins attempt, Lucy moved from where she was perched on the sink, to stand in front of Cassie.

“Hannah and Nicki thought it’d be a fun idea to get ready in groups, so that we can all surprise each other with our looks. Also, I kinda wanna be surprised by the dress we all bought Lily, don’t you?”

Blushing subtly Cassie nodded, “yeah, I suppose it’d be nice to see Lils in the dress, I know she’ll look amazing no matter what …” Roxy and Lucy shared a secret grin, missed by Cassie as she trailed off, looking longingly at the door. Knowing Lily was nearly ready on the other side.

Thinking of Lily made Cassie go all funny inside, it made her wish that her date were someone else. A small, cute, ginger someone else.

“Okay we’re ready girls! Come downstairs in like 2 minutes!” Nicki called, scaring Cassie out of her daydream.

“Ready Cass?” Roxy asked, hands ringing in anticipation.

“Ready. Let’s go.”

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[grifalinas]

My favorite form of redemption arc is “I hate that I have morals now”

[grifalinas]

Like “I realized that I was in the wrong and now I will work hard to atone” is good and all, but “how dare you infect me with morals” will always be so much more entertaining

[gh0sthoodie]

That moment the former baddie starts to walk away from some bad situation, almost gets out, and then just stops, curses, and turns around to go help?

*chef’s kiss* delicious

[grifalinas]

This one gets it

[inakua]

Unexpected [ff.net]

In a world where Voldemort won, and people die on the daily, a rag-tag group of teens could change the fate of the war. Follow Dom Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy - squibs - and their best friends Rose Weasley and Kieron Zabini as they team up with the Muggle Resistance to bring down the Death Eaters once and for all. Rated M for gory themes, swears and upsetting moments.

reviews on the fic and reblogging this post are appreciated :)

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It’s A Date

Request: N/A

Warning: n/a  (I will always try and tag as many warnings as I can think of for each writing, if you read through and find something that I haven’t listed which may be a trigger for someone please send me an ask or message me so that I can add it to this list, thanks!)

Pairing: Draco x Hermione

Words: 975

Author note: Draco defected from the Death Eaters, the order are planning on raiding malfoy manor, but Draco has other plans. Hermione tries to go with him and there may be a declaration of love ... hope you enjoy, feedback appreciated :)

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“Okay, so here’s the plan.”

Draco was barely listening as Harry Potter droned on about the plan to break into Malfoy Manor, his mind was preoccupied by a certain know-it-all.

Just last month Voldemort had murdered his mother in cold blood, a punishment for his fathers failures on recent missions, that day was simultaneously the best and worst of his life.

He’d left, finally escaping the torturous regime of Voldemort's control. The only reason he’d even agreed to join was due to the threat made by Voldemort about his mothers life. His reason was gone now, snuffed away in seconds by that damned green spell.

As for his father? Honestly Draco couldn’t care less what happened to that spineless, abusive coward.

So he’d ran. Straight into the arms of one Hermione Granger.

“Draco?” 

Shaking his head Draco snapped out of his daze, looking down at the person attached to the voice, “hmm?”

“Harry asked you a question.”

“Oh, right. Sorry Potter.”

“You’re 100% sure that the secret entrance into the kitchens is still accessible, that’s our only way in, and out, of the manor.”

“I’m the only one who knows about it, apart from the house elves, and they all obey me. I used it but one month ago when I escaped, it’s there.” Draco replied, restraining the urge to roll his eyes or sneer at the boy wonder.

Draco waited until the attentions was taken off of him before, once again, zoning out while Harry talked. 

It must’ve been but 5 minutes later that he was shook from his daze by the sound of scraping chairs, and a warm hand grasping onto his upper arm.

“It’s over now, let’s go.” Hermione cooed, bringing Draco up from his chair as she rose.

“Walk with me?” Draco asked, taking Hermiones’ hand in his, motioning towards the doors that led outside. A warmth spreading through him as she smiled at his question, a nod her only reply.

They walked in silence outside, Draco clinging to her hand as if it were his only life support, and in a way it was.

Draco led them down to the edge of the black lake, stopping as he watched the moonlight glistening off the soft ripples as they danced with the wind. 

“Draco?” Hermione asked after a few minutes of silence, turning from his side to stand in his arms, eyebrows furrowed in question as she stared up at him.

“I - I can’t let people go in there Hermione. They’re going to get hurt, this is a vengeance mission for my mistakes. Voldemorts only upped his violence because he wants to find me.”

“Draco ...” Hermione sighed, fingers reaching to stroke the side of his face.

“I’m going by myself.” He deadpanned, not looking into her eyes.

“Draco? What - what are you on about?” Hermione whispered, realising that he was going to go whether she wanted him too or not. In that moment she’d made a decisions, one that hopefully wouldn’t cost her her life.

“I’m coming with you!”

“No,” Draco replied, rubbing his hands through his hair, “please ... please just go. You can’t come, I can’t let you get hurt.”

“No. No I want to - I need to fight. I need to be there with you!” Hermione whimpered, tears building in the corners of her eyes, fists tight in Dracos’ coat. 

“Listen. You don’t need to get involved in this, you have a family that love you, friends that would mourn if you ...” unable to even voice the idea he sighed, grabbing her face in between the palms of his hands, thumb swiping at the lone fallen tear. “You have people to live for, a future to live for. Me? I don’t have a family who love me, my mother, the only one who did love me, is dead, killed by Voldemort himself.”

Hermione tried to reason with him, eyes pleading as she spoke, 

“No, that - that’s not true I -”

“Hermione! Please just listen.” Draco hated to raise his voice, but he had to make her see reason. He should’ve learnt by now that trying to tell Hermione what to do never ended well. Reluctantly, he let her go, walking solemnly to the edge of the apparation wards.

Now over the shock of his declaration, Hermione saw red. She watched as he turned away from her, intent on leaving here by himself. Striding up behind him Hermione grabbed at his arms, forcing him to a halt as she moved to stand in front.

“Don’t you tell me what to do Draco Malfoy. You may think you are being all heroic, trying to send me away, and yes I may have family and friends that would miss me and -”

“Hermione ...”

“No I’m speaking, just listen for once. You may think you have no-one, but Draco, you have me. and guess what? I fucking love you, I can’t stand here and let you go in there alone. You have me Draco, forever and always, and I’m not letting you go in there alone.” She screamed, frustrated at herself for the angry tears that still fell onto her cheeks.

“You love me?” Draco echoed, swiping the tears from her face while she leaned into his touch.

“Of course I do. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Hermione confessed, burrowing herself into his warmth, feeling safe in his arms.

“I love you too Hermione” whispered Draco, head resting on her curls as he pulled her as close as he could. Standing there for just a couple of minutes, the couple relished in affection, intent to stay here for eternity.

“Let’s say we go take down dear old Voldemort,” Draco smirked, pecking Hermione on the lips and grabbing her hand tightly in his own, intent on never letting it go. 

“It’s a date.”

[inakua]

First day back at Hogwarts

Request: N/A

Warning: underlying theme of depression and loneliness

Words: 352

Author note: Just a really short oneshot on the first day of hogwarts. Not everyone is as excited to go back as you may think. Reblogs and replies appreciated :)

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The first day back at Hogwarts was tomorrow.

Hannah didn’t know why she was feeling this way, it always happened, every time she has to go back there. It's not that she didn’t like Hogwarts, I mean Hannah thought it was alright and the first couple of weeks were, dare she say it, magical.

As the years progressed, and she wasn't at home for birthdays, family dinners or meetups, an onset of loneliness began to creep in.

"Hey Hannah, you okay pet?" Her mum asked peeking her head into the room, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide, "I've called you down for dinner at least three times now."

She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, holding her head high while plastering a fake smile on her face, even though her mum couldn't see her it helped to keep the wobble out of her voice, "yeah - yeah mum I'm fine, I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay sweetie, don't be too long, it'll get cold otherwise."

That was it. Just the sound of her mums voice as she closed the door set her off again. She knew why she was feeling this way, why she couldn't contain the inevitable sobs clawing their way up her throat.

She didn't want to go back to Hogwarts. Not really.

She just wanted to be at home.

To be with her family.

Staring, once again, into the mirror Hannah couldn't stop the choked whine. Couldn't stop the never ending tears, nor the red blotches blooming on her face.

"Why am I like this? Why? I just want to stay home," she whined, slightly muffled as her hands pulled and rubbed at the tears, desperately trying to rid her face of them.

She couldn't help that she felt this way, she was lonely and the only real friend she had at Hogwarts was Susan, but even she didn't understand.

You shouldn't be lonely she'd tell herself, every night while she sat in bed, curtains closed shut. Praying that her dorm couldn't hear her whimpers or cries.

She couldn't bare the thought of putting on a brave face. Pretending to be fine, laughing and joking with friends or classmates, before going back to your dorm and letting the facade finally drop.

The first day back at Hogwarts was tomorrow and Hannah Abbott wished it never came.

[inakua]

Late Night Wanderings

Request: Oneshot for Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood?? Recently discovered this ship, but there’s not a lot written about it :’( Don’t really have any specific plot ideas but could you do something set while they are still at Hogwarts, about them getting together?? AND LOTS OF FLUFF - @me-just-pretending-to-know 

Warnings: n/a(I will always try and tag as many warnings as I can think of for each writing, if you read through and find something that I haven’t listed which may be a trigger for someone please send me an ask or message me so that I can add it to this list, thanks!)

Pairings: Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood

Words: 1617

Fandom: Harry Potter

A/N: Okay, so for this my basic plot idea is that Percy likes to sneak out at night and go sit in the Quidditch stands, him and Oliver see each other start chatting and bam they like each other lol … also I realise that this request was literally sent in like over a year ago oops … so sorry I’ve been sooo inactive! Enjoy :)

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I suppose you could say that Percy Weasley was the odd one out. His whole family were different in there own unique ways, but him, he was completely different to all of them. He was known as the stuck-up, sensible, snobbish Weasley, the one who couldn’t have fun, the one who couldn’t take a joke.

Sometimes he just had to take a break from all of it, he only acted the way he did because he wanted to do well. He wanted to get a good, respected job in the Ministry, he wanted to provide financially for his future family in the way that his family couldn’t now. He loved his family, each and every one of them, although he didn’t show it every often, and he honestly wouldn’t trade them for the world, sometimes they just got on his nerves a bit; as all families do. They knew most of the things that went on in his life, whether he’d told them directly or they found out because the twins had gone snooping. However, there were two things that they didn’t know and he certainly never wanted them to find out, at least not until he was ready.

Firstly, Percy was gay. 

Secondly, Percy spent almost every night down at the Quidditch pitch, it was his sanctuary in the dark, the place that he went to let his thoughts roam free and true feelings run around.

Tonight was that same as any other, Percy wandered down to the Quidditch Pitch, his robes pulled tightly around him, protecting him from the chill of the February night.

Only, as much as it was the same, it was also extremely different. 

As usual, he walked down to the pitch, sat in at the very top of the stands, squished in a corner, a book clutched in his hand as if he were meaning to read it; yet he never did. 

He’d been there not even 5 minutes when a figure in the distance caught his eye. Sinking lower into his seat he prayed they weren’t making there way into the pitch, aka the only place at Hogwarts in this part of the castle.

“Shit,” Percy whispered, practically on the floor in an attempt to hide himself, book clutched tightly to his chest and glasses fogging up.

As the figure came closer, finally making it’s way onto the pitch, Percy wished he could’ve cursed louder.

Oliver Woods.

Roommate, captain of the quidditch team and possibly the hottest guy Percy had ever laid eyes on.

Percy watched as Oliver placed his broom on the ground, eyes scanning the stalls. If possible Percy sank even lower in his seat, praying that he wouldn’t be seen.

…

Oliver scanned the pitch, looking for any signs of movement. He hadn’t been out to practice on the pitch in the past couple of days, revision for NEWTs taking over his life, or that’s the excuse he told himself.

You see the thing is he was only in the library for one reason, and one reason only - Percy Weasley.

He’d be lying of he said that he hadn’t noticed the boy, almost everyday for the past week Oliver had been ‘revising’ at the table opposite from Percy Weasley. He always made sure to sit behind him so the boy in question wouldn’t notice, but he couldn’t help himself from watching as he studied.

The revision causing his eyebrows to furrow cutely in concentration, and the innocent way he chewed on his quill when he’d get stuck on something drove him crazy.

He wished he’d have the courage to actually talk to him, but he never seemed to get the chance.

Sighing, Oliver mounted his broom, shaking his head to try and clear the thoughts of Percy from his mind.

Before his obsession with ‘revising’, he’d been trying to perfect the Wronski feint, hoping to use it and surprise the Slytherins in their upcoming match.

“Come on Wood, time to concentrate,” he muttered to himself, willing his mind to focus. As he flew up into the air a glimpse of red caught his eye. Swinging around to see if his eyes were playing tricks in him, he spotted a mop if red hair lying in amongst the stands.

“Uh … hello?” Oliver called, flying over.

“Shit,” Percy cursed, scrambling to get up off the floor, hitting his head on a seat in the process, “ Um … I dropped my book?”

“Percy?! Uh hi, what - er what are you doing here?” Oliver asked in surprise, making a mental note of how cute Percy looked when he blushed.

“Just studying,” He squeaked, his face going even redder, “ya know for NEWTs and everything.”

“Yeah, well I was just gonna practise for the next match, you’re welcome to watch,” Oliver offered, hoping he’d accept.

Percy just sat there in shock, his brain scrambling for anything to say, had the Oliver Woods just asked him to watch him train?

“I mean you don’t have to or anything, I was just - I,”

“No!” Percy practically screamed, blush reaching down to his neck now, “I’d love to watch you train,”

“Really?” Oliver asked, stunned.

Percy rubbed the back of his neck, nervous all of a sudden, “Um yeah, really.”

“I - great! I’ll get started then,” Oliver replied, his body bouncing as he was filled with excitement and adrenaline, “you know you’re cute when you blush,” and with that he flew off into the sky.

Meanwhile, Percy’s brain was moving at a mile a minute, trying to process what the hell had just gone on.

“C - cute?” Percy mumbled, a smile creeping onto his face as he looked up and watched Oliver flying around the pitch.

They must’ve been down at the pitch for at least an hour before Oliver stared to warm down, realising what he was doing Percy jumped up from his seat and made his way down onto the pitch just as Oliver got off the broom.

“So? What you think?”

“I think you’re gonna beat Slytherin on Sunday,” Percy replied shyly, clutching his book to his chest.

“Yeah? I hope so, I’d really love it if we could win the cup our final year, ya know? Go out with a bang.”

Percy simply nodded, unsure what to reply as Quidditch wasn’t really his forte.

“You should probably head back up to the castle, curfew was a few hours ago and I need to shower in the changing rooms,” Oliver said, picking his broom up off the floor.

“Oh yeah, of course … I’ll see you around then?” Percy asked, shuffling nervously on his feet.

“Yeah see you around Perce,” Oliver replied, turning around to make his way to the changing rooms, mentally kicking himself for not being able to ask him out.

“Oliver!” Percy called, not being able to believe what he was about to do.

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re cute too!”

Oliver grinned as he watched Percy blush a bright red, before spinning around and practically running back towards the castle.

…

Two days later Oliver walked into the library, intent on getting what he wanted … Percy Weasley.

Thankfully, he was there, sat at his usual desk, a quill already in between his teeth and brow furrowed.

Unlike in the past, Oliver didn’t sit at the table opposite him bit marched straight up to his table, pulling out the chair opposite him.

“Hi Perce,”

“Oliver?” Percy asked, head cocked in confusion.

“Yep.”

Only just realising who it was that was sitting in front of him, Percy immediately sprang up in his chair, face quickly turning red, almost toppling over onto the floor.

“Woah, don’t wanna hurt yourself there Perce,” Oliver grinned, clutching onto Percy’s arm to keep him steady.

“Right. Yeah, sorry,” Percy mumbled, looking up at Oliver from his precarious position half off his chair.

“So um, about the other night,” Oliver began, moving his hand down Percy’s arm until it rested on his hand that clutched the edge of the table. “I just wanted to ask -”

“Willyougotohogsmeadewithme?” Percy suddenly blurted, his mind working on autopilot, as his eyes popped open wide.

“What?”

“Shit … um - I. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that I didn’t really know what I was thinking, I mean why would you want to go out with someone like me? I don’t even know if you like guys, but there was the other night and now your hand and I just -”

Oliver smiled at Percy as he continued to rant, unbelieving that he’d just asked him to Hogsmeade. Before he knew what he was doing he cupped Percy’s face with his hands, immediately shutting him up.

Staring into his eyes Oliver grinned, the shocked expression and doe eyes looking up at him making him melt inside, “I like you too.”

Pulling him closer Oliver rested their foreheads together, not wanting to take advantage or pressure Percy into anything.

“Just kiss me already,” Percy muttered breathlessly. Oliver did just that, pressing their lips together as they clung to each other in the corner of the library, unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching from the bookcase behind them.

“Good thing we told Oliver to go out and practise that nice Georgie.”

“Yeah, didn’t know Perfect Percy had it in him.”

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Petey!

Request/Prompt: Peter is interrupted on a fieldtrip to Stark Towers, and some interesting revelations come to light.

Warnings: bullying   (I will always try and tag as many warnings as I can think of for each writing, if you read through and find something that I haven’t listed which may be a trigger for someone please send me an ask or message me so that I can add it to this list, thanks!)

Pairings: N/A

Fandom: mcu

Words: 1,416

A/N: This is just a little something that’s been niggling at my brain recently and I really needed to get it out! Please keep in mind that this is AU, it takes place after endgame, Tony is alive and well (as he should be). Peter had been adopted by the Starks after Aunt May died in a car accident.

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“PETEY!” 

Peter stopped in his tracks and waited for the inevitable, opening his arms, preparing himself for the impact. As expected a small blur of brunette rammed into him, squeezing tight as she jumped to wrap her arms around his neck, giggling when he lifted her and her feet left the floor. 

“Woah you almost knocked me over this time squirt,”

“I’ll try better next time,” came the cheeky reply he was expecting.

“Who’s that Penis? Your girlfriend?” Flash snickered, 

“Flash,” Peter hissed in warning, 

“Ewww, that’s icky.” 

“Yeah, it is, just ignore him squirt,” Peter replied, ruffling her hair as she wriggled free and glared at Flash, her arms crossed and hip cocked. Flash stood, his eyes darting round, uncomfortable at the glare this little girl was giving him.

“Will you stop looking at me like that,” 

Her glare only intensified, an eyebrow now raised as if to say ‘who do you think you are?’.

“Seriously stop! Who even are you?” Flash exclaimed, hands gesturing in annoyance.

“I’m Morgan Stark,”

“M - Mor - Morgan Stark?” Flash exclaimed, mouth agape as he looked between Morgan and Peter, “bu - but how do you know Penis Parker then?”

Morgans’ face scrunched into a ball, eyes narrowing as she practically screamed, “he’s my brother you stupid, and stop calling him names or I’ll tell daddy on you!” 

“B - Brother?”

“Morgan, I think it’s time we got you back to dad,” Peter whispered, grabbing her hand and trying to tug her away, desperate to escape the situation he’d just found himself in.

“No! I want daddy to tell him off!” Morgan cried, pointing her chubby index finger in Flashs’ face. 

Peter tried not to show how smug he was when Flashs’ face paled and eyes widened. He tried not to grin as Flashs’ mouth hang agape. He tried not to turn around when he noticed Flash wasn’t looking at Morgan anymore, he was looking at a point past his shoulder.

“Who do I need to tell off Princess? You let me know and I’ll sort it out.” 

Peter whipped round instantly, letting go of Morgans’ hand in the meantime, allowing her the chance to run past Peter. Before Peter could even comprehend what was going on, Morgan had wrapped herself around their dads legs and was pointing once again at Flash.

“He’s being mean to Petey!” 

“Dad, I - “ Peter stammered, unaware of his choice of words, too caught up in not wanting him to know about Flashs’ bullying.

“DAD?!” Flash shrieked, echoed by a smattering of mutters from his classmates in the background.

“You been bullying my son?” Tony asked, eyebrows raised as he ignored the motions Peter was making in his direction, trying to get him to stop. No way is he going to stand there while some stupid little twerp bullies his son.

“SON? I - I,” It seemed Flash could no longer take it, shock taking over his body as it flopped to the floor in a heap. 

“Oh dear, it would appear he’s fainted,” Tony remarked nonchalantly, staring down at Flash as he started to come around. “Emily, please get someone to escort him out of the building,”

“Of course Mr Stark,” replied the tour guide, instantly radioing security to come and take care of him. Nobody said a word as two security guards picked Flash up under his arms, carrying him to the elevator and out of Stark Industries, Mr Bell following behind.

Tony turned his attention to his daughter, still tucked around his legs, blowing raspberries and sticking her tongue out at Flash as he was escorted away. 

“Let’s leave Peter to enjoy his school trip princess, okay?” Tony chuckled, grinning as she skipped over to give Peter a brief hug.

“Okay daddy, let’s go,” Morgan replied, already pulling Tony towards the private elevator that only family and the avengers had access to.

“Have fun son,” Tony called, sending a wink in Peters direction as him and Morgan disappeared out of view, Morgan waving the whole way up.

“Daaad!” Peter whined before the elevator closed, rubbing his face in his hands as he turned to see his whole class, expect MJ and Ned, gaping at him. He was about to address the situation but was stopped by the barrage of questions suddenly thrown in his direction.

“Did that really happen?”

“Peter is Tony Stark really your dad?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Yes, yes and because it’s none of your business,” Peter ground out, overwhelmed by the amount of attention he was getting.

“That’s so cool!”

“Uhh, thanks?” He questioned, sure he was used to this type of attention and these comments while he was spiderman, but at the moment he was Peter Parker, and Peter Parker was not ‘cool’. In his opinion at least. “Mr Harrington?” 

“I - uh, yes Peter?” Mr Harrington replied, he himself rather shocked at the turn of events.

“Is it alright if I leave the trip early? Im sure my dad won’t mind and I live just a few floors up.” Peter rambled, not wanting to offend any of his classmates but really wanting to just get out of this situation. “I’m really not feeling like finishing, I know where and what everything is from this floor upwards, and I don’t want to answer anymore questions about my dad or about anything really. It’ totally okay if not, I just -”

“Of course Peter, just make sure Mr Star - uh, your dad, calls the school to let them know he ‘picked’ you up early,” Mr Harrington interrupted, allowing time for Peter to actually breath instead of rambling on.

“Thanks Mr Harrington,” sighing in relief Peter walked over to where MJ and Ned had been watching the scene go down and trying not to laugh.

“See you tomorrow Peter,” Ned chuckled, quickly initiating their secret handshake,

“Bye Ned,” Peter replied once they’d finished, before taking a step to the right and addressing MJ. “I’ll call you tonight, okay?” he whispered as he pulled her in for a hug and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, eliciting another gasp from his classmates.

“See ya loser,” MJ called, cheeks now a tint of red as she waved him up the elevator.

Peter could not believe what had just happened, he ran his hands through his hair, a frustrated groan bouncing off the glass walls of the elevator. He retracted his hands, swinging his bad higher up onto his shoulders, as the ding of the elevator sounded.

“How’d it go underoos?” was the first question he was assaulted with as he made his way out of the elevator and into the living room.

“Daad! Did that seriously just happen?” He moaned, flopping himself down on the couch next to his dad.

“Petey!”

“Hey squirt,” Peter sighed, grunting as she jumped onto the sofa next to him, snuggling into his side.

“Did you have fun with your friends?” She asked, peering up at him through her lashes.

“I - yeah,” He answered, not wanting to explain to her what had happened, or get into the fact that it was partially her fault. Not that he’d ever tell her or make her believe she was in the wrong.

“Everyone’s going to know I’m your son in a few hours, there’s no way Flash will keep his mouth shut.” Peter whispered, as he noticed Morgan snuggling closer, eyelids fluttering closed every so often.

“It’s about time, don’t you think Pete,” Tony replied, guiding Peters head onto his shoulder, knowing that it must have been a tiring day for him.

“Yeah - I just ..”

“I can get them all to sign disclosures,” Tony admitted, trying desperately to hide the pain in his eyes. Immediately Peter jerked his head off his dad's shoulder, looking him dead in the eyes.

“No, no! I - I didn’t mean it like that, I love being your son and being a part of this family, It’s just going to be a lot, ya know?” Peter didn’t want him to think for one second that he was ashamed of being a part of this family, in fact it was everything he could’ve dreamed of.

“I know Pete, I love being your dad too you know,” Tony murmured softly, guiding Peters head back onto his shoulder and wrapping an arm round both his children.

“Thanks, love you dad,” Peter mumbled, quickly losing his battle with sleep.

“Love you too underoos.” Tony whispered, drifting off into dreamland, the two most precious things in his world wrapped in his arms.

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This is your casual reminder that yes, your wip is worth writing. You’re not wasting time. Creativity is never a waste.

[inakua]

Hello! Sorry to be a bother but are you gonna update it's a twin thing soon? I've had it opened on my tabs forever and like reloading it every day. And also do you have any father!snape and daughter!hermione fic recs? (Is this how the exclamation mark thing work??) Thanks! Take your time writing though, since the quality is worth the wait x

Hiya!

I’m nearly finished with the next chapter and it should be up in less than a week! So keep an eye out, it will be posted here and if you’re following the fic you’ll get an email come through saying it was updated :)

Here are a few ficrecs that I have:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10751447/1/Looks-Can-Be-Deceiving

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7775877/2/Lily-Potter-s-Biggest-Secret

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11925708/1/Our-Own-Strange-Little-Family

Hope this is useful <3

[spideyjlaw]

tbh at this point its getting SUPER annoying but tonight will officially be the first full screening of Infinity War at the world Premiere, this will also be the first time the cast will see it, THIS IS ALSO FOR THE REST OF THIS WEEK, so TAG YOUR SPOILERS or JUST DONT SPOIL ANYTHING AT ALL PLEASE a lot of us have been waiting YEARS to see this film do you really want to be that dick who ruins it??? sure hope not. so please don’t spoil the film unless you want many people, including myself, to hate you more than they hate thanos. i dont care if its a spoiler that we all saw coming or as little as a leaf on a tree NO SPOILERS !!!!!!

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[fanficnet]

R E V I E W 

Title: It’s A Twin Thing

Author: @tpnkswrites

Reviewer: @hermione-who

Rated: T

TW: character death, dumbledore!bashing, mild language

SUBMIT YOUR WRITING TO BE REVIEWED

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Grammar and etc: Hiya! Everyone makes grammar mistakes, especially me. It doesn’t hinder you as a writer at all, just thought I’d point them out quickly!

Minor details like random capital letters. “When he’d thought of an idea for a new Prank.”

And commas for sentence flow.

The sentence, “she began to start kicking.” Could maybe be improved, as began and start mean the same thing.

Chapter 13, “who was currently wearing a soar expression.” Should be sour.

What I Found:

Hiya! Can I just say, what an enjoyable read! Wow! Your ability to take what JK has given us, and make it your own. To evoke your own emotions, make the readers feel for what you’ve created, WOW! You have undeniable talent and I can’t wait for you to write your own original stories!

One small thing I’d say, is there seems to be a sense of showing, which I understand completely, but when you explain moments instead of painting them in our minds, it sometimes undermines the magic you have created.

Another thing is I’d like to seriously applaud you on your explanations of Hermione’s feelings. Like, standing ovation. I truly felt and understood everything she was going through, without it being too much.

Thank you for an amazing read!

~ Mod Fifi | @hermione-who