[luciilferss]

—𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒑

summary: it’s a shoddy deal made in a shitty diner much too late at night: when you call, he will pick up.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 14k

genre: enemies to lovers, vampire!au, the mandalorian tings bc steve has to help raise a child hehe

warnings: mentions of death and actual death, abandonment, racism and prejudice on both sides, alexander pierce being creepy asf, people drinking blood

note: first of all MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I hope you all have a fantastic day whether or not you’re celebrating anything or not, I love you all sm 💖 this fic has been ages in the making yikes idk how it got so long. Written as part of @buckysknifecollection’s 1k writing challenge! I think I forgot to congratulate you because i am a lizard brained dumb ass but,,,, congrats!! You deserve it ily hehe 💖

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Petunia if she raised Harry and Dudley alone (Harry vs voldy edition):

Here’s part two of this! Written in my spare time at work. Once again might turn this into an actual fic!

She’d get the first letter about Harry being on the quidditch team and would be so proud but also terrified because she’d heard from Molly about all the accidents

It wasn’t long before she got an equally concerning letter about Dudley joining the rugby team at his school

She’d get her boys back covered in bruises

Little did she know that would be the least of her worries

She got a letter from Dumbledore near the end of the school year explaining, far too calmly she thought, that Harry was in the hospital wing because the man who murdered his parents wasn’t actually dead and had possessed a man.

Harry got an earful when he got home, Dudley being confused because his letter from Harry about the events made it seem much more fun than serious.

Then there was the letter about the Chamber being opened and the ‘petrified’ children. She didn’t know what that meant until Molly explained it to her and there was not much stopping the two mothers from going there and pulling their children away.

They were summoned to the castle anyway when Ginny had gone missing along with Harry and Ron.

Yet again Petunia gave Harry an earful but quickly forgave him but still scolded the two boys when they spoke about the events.

Nothing struck fear through Petunia more than the rumours about Sirius Black that Molly had told her and Mrs Granger over the summer, she kept a close eye on Harry until he got back to Hogwarts

This was the year that everyone in the household learned that the first day of summer every year would be an awkward mix of “how dare you get into such dangerous situations” and “I’m so glad you’re safe” and last but not least “Yes Dudley I’m glad you’re becoming a little business man but you have to stop scamming the first years”

The quidditch World Cup was an event that Dudley wasn’t particularly interested in, especially when his friends parents had planned to take him on a holiday to the south of France that weekend.

So the three mothers decided that they would treat themselves and go out to a fancy estate to get their afternoon tea while they gossiped.

The looks they got from other people in the room when they began discussing what the Triwizard Tournament was weren’t unexpected.

Petunia thought Harry would be safe that year considering the age bar but boy was she wrong.

You can bet that she went up to that castle at every opportunity.

It was lovely to meet the rest of the Weasley clan she had to admit, so did Dudley when he got bored during the final task.

It wasn’t until Harry came out with Cedric’s dead body that she began seriously debating taking Harry out of Hogwarts.

Her two boys had just seen a dead body, Harry witnessed the murder.

The night that both of her boys were back home with her for the summer she pulled them both into her bed like they used to when they were young.

Both boys were naturally traumatised, Harry more so to the point Petunia was ready to make him a warm cup of hot chocolate in the middle of the night every night, Dudley often joined the two making sure they were both okay when he heard Harry screaming.

By the end of the summer Petunia had been reassured that if anywhere was going to be the best place for Harry it would be around other wizards, especially after the dementor attack.

Thankfully the weasleys offered to take him to the trial so she could focus on making sure Dudley was alright.

She believed Harry. She didn’t think he would purposely harm Dudley. Dudley didn’t believe it either, when he had recovered of course.

Soon enough they were back at school with a new teacher who opted to write home to Mrs Dursley frequently about Harry’s wrongdoings that she couldn’t help but be proud of him for. She believed him about Voldemort and the events from the tournament not the new whatever you call it. Certainly not after the letter she received from Harry saying that she was one of the few who tried to get him expelled.

It wasn’t until the incident at the ministry with Arthur that Petunias fear had returned. After a rather quick phone call with Dudley she explained that they’d all go celebrate with the wizards just to make sure he’s okay.

It wasn’t long before the next big event occurred and Petunia was back with Molly scolding and crying on their children over their latest adventure. Just like his father, she thought this time.

It was after Cedric died that Dudley decided he’d rather go to the local sixth form college rather than complete his Alevels at the private school his father chose. He couldn’t leave his mother alone in this state.

Dudley balanced his school, mother and unexpected passion for rugby perfectly. The only sacrifice he made was not seeing his father as much.

He honestly couldn’t complain about the education he received though, the college was well known for achieving high grades and he could come and go as he pleased. He genuinely enjoyed it and the friends he made.

While Dudley settled back into the enjoyable life back home, Harry was fighting over love potions and potion books. Nothing was important enough to write home about which Petunia could say she was very thankful for. Molly got one about a childish love potion gone wrong but nothing for her about Harry.

Not until Dumbledore died.

Dumbledore died, she had to move away with Dudley while Harry was taken to safety.

She was worried sick. Dudley finished his Alevels with surprisingly good grades for what he had been through.

She understood why she couldn’t get updates from anyone, especially with the ridiculous number of clearly magical events on the news every day.

She was scared though.

Dudley was scared.

Dudley started going to school and then straight home to turn on the news and search through the letters for something from Harry.

Petunia couldn’t help but think that every lone bird could be holding something for her. It wasn’t.

Then one day, Harry showed up at the door.

He was covered in cuts and bruises, the Weasleys close behind him.

Hermione was there too, Petunia and Molly was well aware of the decision Hermione made to save her parents.

They had both lost a friend and Hermione her parents, but it was for safety.

That night was filled with tears and hugs.

They’d ordered a takeaway and several bottles of alcohol and all drank away their relief and sorrows in the small living room. Petunia had fallen asleep with her boys sitting either side of her on the sofa.

They were all safe at last.

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Harry Potter if Petunia left Vernon

Enjoy this! I may do a part two of Petunia and her reactions to Harry vs Voldy over the years and May also have a “What if Narcissa Left Lucius” in the works. Or if I can find the effort in me I’ll write this as an actual fic instead lmk what you’d prefer!

Ps sorry this is quite long and not prof read I did this on mobile because I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Petunia did love her sister she was just neglected by her parents in favour of her magic sister.

She was jealous when she was young because her sister had such a perfect life and the only man she seemed to be able to get was a sexist pig.

It took Harry showing up on her doorstep that day to show her that her life wasn’t perfect.

It took accepting that fact for her to go to her parents for the first time in years with the boy in her arms.

It took Vernon not allowing her to take Dudley and himself with her to the funeral for her to realise that he didn’t care about her feelings.

She stuck with him until the two boys were gargling out the occasional word and adventuring as toddlers do. It was only when Harry was disciplined far more firmly that Dudley was for her to pack up and move in with her parents again.

The one thing she couldn’t tolerate was children being treated differently because they were different from each other. She wasn’t going to let her sisters son be treated like a stranger like she was.

It was throughout those few tedious years with Vernon preventing her sister contacting her that she realised how much her sister cared for her even if their parents played favourites.

She understood her parents too, magic was something they were new to and she was amazed by it too at first.

So she stayed with them until the boys went to school and she got herself a stable job, it was only a secretarial job at an insurance company but it was a good enough wage for her and her two boys.

The two boys got treated equally, they each got the same pocket money and had one night a week each where they could choose the dinner. Every other night Petunia decided what it would be.

Dudley and Harry did have their fights, especially when Dudley got back from weekends with his father.

Harry and Dudley couldn’t be more different in their interests, Harry enjoying sports while Dudley preferred video games.

They did get along though, each of them retreating to their own rooms when arguments broke out.

Petunia would’ve been more stressed if her parents hadn’t taken Harry on the weekends when Dudley went to Vernon.

It made things fair again, the most important thing to Petunia. She made sure to listen to both boys and praise each of them as much as she could.

She lived quite happily with her boys until the arguments over secondary schools began with Vernon.

He was adamant that Dudley would go to Smeltings while she argued that both boys would go to the same school if she could help it.

She certainly wouldn’t let the boy go to the school that Vernon went to. That was until the letter arrived.

When the letter arrived her stress came back.

She’d have to let Harry go to Hogwarts, she had read in the letter what happens when you suppress magic as a child.

It was at that point that she caved and let Vernon send Dudley to a private boarding school. As long as it was not smeltings. In that way the boys would still be equal.

She couldn’t express the fear she experienced when Hagrid showed up at her door ready to take Harry to get his supplies. This man was larger than Vernon and he was a rather large man.

She did, however, invite him in for a quick cup of tea so he could explain to both boys what Hogwarts is.

Petunia had been open to the boys about what happened to Harry’s parents when the letter came, opting to raise the boys as normal as possible.

Hagrid couldn’t quite understand why she did this, to him Harry was a legend but to Petunia Harry was her sisters boy and more importantly HER boy.

Petunia had debated for days after Dumbledores letter about Hagrid taking them to get supplies wether she and Dudley would join or if they would go to get his supplies instead.

It wasn’t until she saw Dudleys excited face that she agreed to go, saying that they’d all go get Dudleys school supplies the day after.

The trip to Diagonal Alley was uneventful but exciting, she had had many wizards thank her for raising Harry and she couldn’t quite understand why. She’d done what anyone would’ve done.

Dudleys eyes were wide the entire time and she’d allowed him to buy a few of the wizarding sweets after a plump Ginger witch pointed her to the ones that were safe and not going to do something like turn her hair pink.

She quickly bonded with the witch after learning about her seven children but was quite quickly drawn back out of the shop by Hagrid standing at the door with an owl.

The trip to get Dudleys supplies was much less interesting, Dudley getting disappointed by the lack of ability to take a pet but he had been assured by Hagrid the day before that the owl was for the boys to share and that Harry could take care of it at Hogwarts, much to Petunias relief.

Harry was dropped off at the station a few days later, with the intention of Vernon driving Dudley to school after.

Much to Petunias surprise she bumped into the plump witch from yesterday who was dropping off her children.

“I’m sorry, could you show us where the platform is?”

“Oh you! Yes of course just run straight through that wall.”

“T-the wall?” Dudley asked.

“Yes, best to do it at a bit of a run the first time.” The witch smiled kindly pushing her twin boys through first “See? No harm done.”

Dudley gripped his mother’s hand.

“Why doesn’t Harry go through with my Ron, it’s his first year at Hogwarts too, maybe then you could follow through with your mum?” The witch suggested, looking at the two boys who were now chatting eagerly. “There’s no need to be scared of magic, it’s all around but you just don’t see it.”

“Off you go then boys,” Petunia urged them on. “Myself and...”

“Molly, Molly Weasley.”

“Mrs Weasley will follow through after with these two.” She smiled, stopping her hand from shaking in Dudleys.

She watched the boys go through and quickly followed with Molly, Ginny and Dudley.

Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the platform bustling with witches and wizards and a couple of equally confused muggle parents like herself.

She hugged Harry goodbye and stood at the back of the platform with Molly until the train departed.

“What’s your address we should really meet again without the kids?” Molly asked calmly leading Ginny by the hand as Petunia followed.

Petunia gladly gave it, happy for have someone she could talk to about all the madness that magic had brought into her life.

Neither her nor Molly missed the dirty look of Vernon who was tapping his foot in front of the station next to her parked car.

She and Molly did meet quite quickly after a happy letter from Molly about Ron getting sorted into Gryffindor with Harry.

They opted for Molly to come to her the first time just to make adjusting to life with a hint of magic a little simpler. Although it took a lot of persuasion to keep Arthur away.

Ginny had come with her mother and was more than happy to sit with an old colouring book that Petunia had lying around as the women chatted.

It wasn’t long before the two were bonding over mutual memories of chaotic children.

Petunia couldn’t help but giggle about the time Fred and George accidentally turned their mothers tea into a thick slime. Molly couldn’t help but chuckle at the haircut situation with Harry.

They soon evolved into regular meetings for tea and after a couple of summers Mrs Granger was involved in it.

It was the Christmas of third year that Mrs Granger had suggested renting a large holiday home down in Cornwall for them all to stay in.

Petunia then thought about Dudley and how he would be the only child without magic and expressed her concerns before Molly reminded her that the others couldn’t use magic outside of school.

They eventually decided it would be more fun if the adults also didn’t do magic. They made it a no magic holiday and it was the most hilarious but fun holiday and of them had ever experienced.

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Winter Frost (Theseus x reader)

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“Newton I swear, if you don’t give me my scarf back right now.” I sighed tugging my hood over my head in an attempt to stop the chill from the snow hitting my now exposed neck.

“But green is most definitely my colour, is it not?” He asked, posing with it like one of those runway models in muggle magazines.

“Blue would suit you best. I’ll show you if you don’t give it back to me.” I took a step towards the boy with my arms crossed.

“Are you threatening me?” He raised his eyebrow and took a step back.

“It’s more like I promise you.” His eyes slowly drift to a figure behind me and he grunted before finally wrapping the scarf back around my head, ensuring that he pulled my hoodie strings tight around my face before running off.

“Can you believe he is 18 now?” Theseus finally spoke from behind me.

“He has grown into quite the man hasn’t he?” I chuckled, beginning to loosen the drawstrings before a pair of hands stopped me.

Theseus slowly untied the scarf and took down the hood. His fingers combed through my hair and flattened it out sending shivers down my spine. He took extra care in redoing the scarf so it couldn’t be easily removed by his brother’s eager hands. Carefully pulling my hair out from under the scarf, he kissed my forehead. The pads of his fingers traced along my jawline before pulling my chin up so he could press a gentle kiss to my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping him in a place where I could easily kiss him back before he moved his lips out of my reach by standing upright again. I could feel his hands moving down to my waist as he slipped them between my unzipped jacket and the hoodie underneath. His hoodie that I was wearing underneath.

“(y/n), sweetie, could you go help Newt feed the hippogriffs, you know he spends too long playing with them.” Mrs Scamander called absentmindedly out the kitchen window before quickly shutting it to keep the cold out.

I unwillingly pulled away from the tall man and walked over to where Newt was cuddling with the hippogriff that was normally pretty hostile. I smiled at the sight and proceeded to ruin their moment much like his mother ruined mine and began throwing the food over the fence directly at the creatures.

“‘(y/n) why would you do that?” He groaned as he collapsed onto the frosty floor where the creature once was.

“Revenge my dear Newton, revenge.” I grin, chucking the last piece of food straight at his face.

“Oh you’re asking for it.” He wiped himself off before hopping the fence.

I let out a squeak. I quickly ran back towards the house, the younger boy on my heels. He was so much faster than me. He spent all of his time outdoors and with animals while I had spent the last few years working my way up in the Ministry. It was only natural that I’d end up on the damp grass of their garden with Newt on top of me. He dragged his dirty hands across my face before sitting up and admiring the mess he made, both of us panting slightly from the sprint that had just occurred. The frost was melting underneath me and soaking my jeans at the same time. He had truly won this. I not only had mud on my face but I had a nice damp arse that was most likely also covered in mud along with my jacket. I threw him off of me, making sure that he was just as big of a mess as me. Which, let's face it, he already was.

“Nice one, Newt.” I laugh, brushing myself off without much hope.

“You two are like children I swear, get inside and get changed now.” Mrs Scamander opened the door to see us both standing there looking smug.

I nodded and quickly scrambled up to Theseus’ room, not noticing him staring at us out of the kitchen window as he washed the dishes. You probably would have seen the anger radiating off him in visible waves if you were there. When Theseus is mad he tends to dwell on it, his neck slowly going red, along with his ears and face before finally he snaps. I know for a fact that he managed to break the mug in his hand that day, I heard the smash as I was changing into a pair of leggings after throwing the muddy clothes in the wash.

The breakage clearly brought him back into reality as soon after he cleared the broken pieces into the bin he rushed upstairs to see me. His hand was wrapped into a bloodied tea towel. I sighed, gently pulling him over to the bathroom and running his hand under the tap. I spent the next half hour intensely staring at his hand, picking out the shards and bandaging it up while he was leaning against the sink. His other hand was pushing the hair out of my face every time that it fell to keep me from getting frustrated. The whole situation somehow calmed him down despite the blood.

“Care to tell me what made you so angry this time?” I asked, washing my hands clean of blood.

“You’ve still got mud on your face.” He dodged the question, aggressively picking up a clean washcloth and dampening it.

“That’s not an answer.” I started, taking it from him and cleaning my face. “You don’t get like this often.”

“It just feels like you’ve been spending more time with Newt than with me this trip.” He mumbles. “I know it’s dumb to be jealous of my little brother, who is clearly too young for you, but we hardly see each other at the moment. This trip home was supposed to be for us as well as them.”

“You’re a smart man, These. It is dumb to be jealous.”

“I know, no need to rub it in.” He groaned, pulling me into a hug.

“We’ll be spending more time at work together anyway, I got moved into your department.” I smiled up at him.

I’d do anything to see his eyes light up like that again.

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Home Part 2 (Michael Gray x Reader)

Part 1

It’s finally here! After a year and 2 months, we have the second part of this series. 

I stepped off the train into the familiar dirty streets of Birmingham, glad I was wearing my old boots, the mud-caked shoes would look better with the black soot coating them instead. Michael on the other hand, his freshly shined shoes were going to become matte the second he started walking through the greying Small Heath. The smoke clouds hung low, dimming the light in the wide street that we were travelling down the centre of, unafraid of potential cars, which to be fair could be heard a mile off even if they weren’t seen. I could see Michael struggling with the grimy air as he squinted and coughed, not being used to anything more than his father’s cigar smoke filling the kitchen. I offered him my hand for comfort as I guided him towards my uncle’s house.

My uncle opened the door with a cheery grin, offering us tea as we sat down. He’d become rather a good host in recent years since it was the only form of company he got. He lost his wife and unborn during the birth of his second child. His son died a few years ago. It was due to his son joining the same gang that he did. The Peaky Blinders. He got put out of action with a heart condition and now survived off of the Blinder’s pity money. He still didn’t hate the brothers, no matter how hard he tried.

“So, Michael, can I have that name please?” I asked once I had caught up with my uncle and finished my second cup of tea. I could see his knee bouncing anxiously in the corner of my eye as he struggled to down the cup of cold tea he held in his hand.

“Elizabeth Gray.” He said with more enthusiasm than he should have, he noticed and retreated back in his chair as my uncle chuckled.

“Polly is your mother?” He asked, not quite sure he heard the boy correctly.

“Apparently. A man came to my house to tell me, he wasn’t from the agency.” Michael continued. “Mother didn’t want me to know so I’m sure it was correct.”

“It’s true, it was a pain getting him here.” I smiled. “She refused to let him out of her sight, ended up climbing out of the window.”

“So you know the address already then?” Michael sat forward again, stopping the conversation swerving further.

“I know the old one. Tommy bought her a new house just outside of town, not got the address to that.” My uncle replied. “They still go to the old place daily.”

“Since when has Tommy had that money?” I asked, raising my brow.

“Since he had the money to buy the Garrison.” He replied with a chuckle. “Was going to the reopening but you kids are here so I’m not.”

“I’d suggest going but I don’t think meeting your mother when she’s drunk is a good idea.” I continued, resting a hand on Michaels shaking one.  “I’ll take you to the shop in the morning, go get some sleep Michael, it’s getting late as it is.”

“You sure you’re not just sneaking out to go see that boy?” My uncle chuckled.

“I haven’t done that since I was 15, we still aren’t a thing Georgie.” I rolled my eyes. “Bet you still don’t know who it was anyway.”

“Oh I know it was a blinder.”

“That’s because any other boy I wouldn’t have to sneak around with. Charlie would’ve killed them if he knew.”

“So would Michael, judging by the look on his face.”

I turned to see what George was talking about and he was right. Michael had rapidly downed the last of his tea and was gripping onto the handle of the china as if it had just killed his mother and he was trying to strangle it. His knuckles were almost as white as the set itself and the scratched flowers looked like little weeds growing from under his flesh. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the delicate paint transferred onto his skin, inking the ghosts of flowers onto his palms for the rest of the night. Thankfully, Georgie had used the old chipped tea set as he didn’t have the time to go into the attic to find it before we came. Once Michael noticed I was looking at him he let go of the cup, the sound of the china clashing echoed around the now quiet kitchen.

“Yes, I think you’re right I’ll go to my room now.” Michael stood from his seat, nodding at George before leaving the room.

I followed him out, partly to make sure that George made the bed up correctly but mainly to check that Michael was alright. In the small house, it didn’t take long to arrive at the door of the spare room and as I suspected, the bed was bare with the sheets still in a pile on the top. I sighed, without a word to Michael I began putting the sheets on the bed with him watching from the doorway.

“You okay?” I asked, tucking in the last corner of the bottom sheet. “I’ll be there with you to meet your mother, I’ll be able to distract the boys long enough for you to have a proper conversation I hope.”

“Thank you, I guess the nerves of being away from home and meeting my real family is getting to me.” Michael’s voice was unconvincing, I could tell he was silently praying I didn’t notice the half-truth he was telling so I didn’t pry.

I turned to him with a soft smile after fluffing the pillows for good measure. “You’re with me, we can phone home tomorrow once you’ve met Pol, okay?” He nodded and I gave him a hug before I left the room. “Sleep well.”

I heard him shut the door behind me as I headed back down to help my Uncle clear up. He had passed out on the sofa in the living room, teacup discarded on the small table in front of him. I smiled. That was the Uncle Georgie I knew, half-finished jobs and falling asleep anywhere. I quietly took the blanket from the other chair and draped it over his body, saying a quiet goodnight and taking the cups to the kitchen. As I filled the sink with water someone knocked on the door. I poked my head back into the living room to check if George had woken up and thankfully he hadn’t or he’d be kicking up a storm about someone coming over this late. Another knock echoed through the house and I rushed to open the door.

“Alice? I didn’t know you were visiting, George normally goes on about it for weeks before you come.” The man stated as I stepped out the door and shut it, making sure the boys didn’t wake up. “I was just coming to see why he didn’t show up tonight.”

“I didn’t know I was visiting until yesterday either.” I smiled at the man. “How come you’re sober on a night as grand as the Shelby boys opening a pub, John?”

“The new wife made a bet that I couldn’t go a night without drinking.” He chuckled.

“And you succeeded?” I teased. “Impressive.”

“Is George doing okay? Passed out on the sofa from such an exciting day?”

“You hit the nail on the head there. I’m just clearing up the dishes and I was going to retire myself.”

“Well, I won’t keep you any longer. Not at this hour anyway.” John kissed my forehead and started to walk away.

“Night John, don’t tell the other’s I’m back okay?”

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Omg I love your Michael gray fics x please more parts for home, it’s so well written and I’m so excited to read more

Since I’ve gotten so many requests I’m actually working on this right now! I have no idea where I was going with it since I wrote it July 2018 and now it’s September 2019 but it’ll hopefully be up by the end of tomorrow!!

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Does "The Argument (Josh Sanderson X Reader)" have a part two?

I don’t think it will have a part two! It’s been so long since I wrote it I can’t remember where I was going with it. I’ll have a look and see if I can think of something though. 

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That Shelby Blood (Michael Gray x Reader)

“You fucking Shelbys better not corrupt that boy” I snap the second the doors shut for the family meeting. “It’s bad enough that Finn isn’t even 15 and he’s becoming a mini version of you. Iz brings the boy to my house at least once a week to get patched up, Tommy. He’s still a child.”

“It’s the Shelby blood, even if I didn’t find him he’d be in trouble somewhere.” Tommy put out his cigarette. “Like I said to Polly, we’ll keep him on the legal side of things.”

“You better,” I muttered, sitting in my seat at the table in front of Isaiah.

It wasn’t until the day after the meeting that I found out that the two boys in question had been eavesdropping through the door. I expected it from Finn but not Michael, I had a hope that he would have more manners. I only found this out when once again Finn was dragged into the kitchen of the Shelby household, knowing I was in charge of locking up. I was expecting to see just two teenage boys like always, but no, Michael was there with Finn draped over his shoulder, more beat up than normal. I quickly ushered them to sit him down on a chair, boiling some water on the stove. I told Isaiah to go get towels as I rolled up the sleeves of my blouse.

“What happened? Finny who did you fight this time?” I gently brushed his hair out of his face so I could see the damage done.

“He tried to fight an older lad, said something about not being a child,” Isaiah answered, knowing the routine by now and getting the bowl ready for the boiling water.

“You were eavesdropping again weren’t you?” I chuckled, pouring the water into the bowl and chucking the towels in.

“They’re family meetings so why aren’t I in there? You and Iz aren’t even that much older and you are in there every time.” Finn snapped, fists clenching around the fabric of his trousers.

“Shirt off,” I instructed, waiting for him to take it off as I squeezed the excess water from a towel. “Your brothers don’t want you to go through what they did, Finny. You saw what they were like after the war.”

He went silent at that, knowing I was right. Dabbing at the dried blood on his face and chest, I tried to work out the actual damage to him. Half of the blood was clearly his opponents and it covered a lot of the cuts on his skin. I was about to tell Isaiah to get alcohol but he was already on it, soaking a rag with it and handing it to me.

“You already know this is going to sting.” I told Finn, not giving him time to prepare before cleaning the wounds littered around his body. “You also need to learn to do this yourself. Also, you bruised your rib pretty bad, you’re going to be in a lot of pain for a while and I guess you deserve it for your idiocy.”

“Give the kid a break, he actually won.” Michael finally chimed in. I couldn’t help the smile that came to my face as I saw Isaiah nodding in agreement. “Although, I think a lot of people could beat that guy.”

“Like you’ve fought a day in your life, country boy.” I smirked, knowing Tommy was right about what he said earlier. Michael was already corrupted by the Shelby blood.

“Being the oldest in the family does help.” He had a slight smile playing on his lips. “Chased one too many boys out of my sister’s bedroom.”

“Right, ruining your sister’s chance of fun in that shitty little village are we?” I threw Finn’s shirt back at him and poured the dirty water down the sink. “You really do have that bloody Shelby blood in you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He raised a brow at me.

“It means that the Shelby brothers have scared boys from her since she was born, Polly was friends with her mother.” Isaiah answered again.

“Could’ve said that myself, Iz.” I wiped my hands on the table. “We were babies together Michael. Wish I could remember more of you than I do.”

“I bet I missed out on quite the adventures here.” He wrung his cap in his hands. “Especially after what the boys told me.”

“You just missed getting roped into babysitting John’s kids with us.” Isaiah chuckled. “And helping out Pol in the shop while the boys were away.”

“We used to see who could count their hat the fastest.” I smiled at the memory. “I always won. I was the only one who paid attention in school.”

“Hey, I listened!” Finn retorted.

“Yet you can’t read.” I ruffled his hair. “You’re getting there though, just a couple more lessons and you’ll be just fine.”

“I’m sure I could help you out too, Finn.” Michael stated.

“Oh please, you’d just stare at (y/n) the whole time.” Finn scoffed. “We can all see you eyeing her.”

Michael turned red as the boys laughed. I simply smiled at him and shoved Finn upstairs to bed, getting Isaiah to tell Pol the four of us would stay here tonight. I put the kettle on again to make us both a cup of tea. His eyes kept flickering between watching me and the table, I could feel his gaze against my back as I flitted around the kitchen, cleaning everything up.

“You know, I don’t think the boys would chase you down the street.” I said as I handed him a cup of tea at last.

“So, I am at no risk if I ask you to dinner?” He rested his hand on top of mine. “Because I’d like that very much.”

“I’d be honoured if you did.”

“In that case, would you like to go to dinner on Friday?” He took my hand and kissed it.

“She’d love to, now go to bed and stop being all lovey-dovey in my kitchen.” Tommy said from the doorway.

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Shelby Babies in World War Two

I know that Finn, Michael and Isaiah probably went to fight in WW2 but it breaks my heart when I think about Charlie, Karl and John’s sons going aswell. So here’s a headcanon so you guys can feel my feels too, sorry! Also, been a while since I did research on ww2 so I was going with stuff off the top of my head, my apologies for inaccuracies my dudes!

Tommy wouldn’t have wanted Charlie to enlist and he’d have struggled to let him go at the train station

He’d grip his son’s uniform with shaking hands because he’d know what was awaiting him and didn’t want him to face it, wouldn’t’ve wanted him to endure it

He’d kiss Charlie’s forehead and tell him he loved him, something neither of them said often

“I’ll be home before you know it.”

“Come back sooner, my son.”

Charlie would try to make jokes to lighten the mood and to see Tommy smile but he’d be scared shitless, his skin deathly pale and the uniform feeling too heavy and too tight at the same time

“I’m going with Finn and Michael and Karl it’ll be one big piss up dad!”

Tommy’s heart would clench as the train left the station because he truly felt like it was being torn out from behind his ribs

Charlie would be expecting the snow and the harsh cold of Europe but would eventually end up in North Africa, in Egypt

He’d be amazed by the massive expanse of blue sky and yellow sand, the tanks and the pyramids

“It’s fuckin’ hot here ain’t it”

“I ain’t never seen a camel”

Charlie would stay close to Karl, both of them under the watchful eyes of Michael Finn and Isaiah, all of them sleeping and eating together and at first it would be a laugh

They’d spend most of their days doing scouts and sweeps and sitting around base goofing off

They’d all get sunburned which would often turn into blisters but they’d all tan up nicely

Isaiah would flirt endlessly with the pretty foreign nurses and get them to tend to his blisters almost daily

They’d all be absolutely blown away by the Maori Hakas, getting shivers and riled up with intense energy

Charlie would write to Tommy every chance he got, at first unknowing that a lot would be censored for being sensitive information

“Camels are a lot like horses except they spit at you if you piss them off”

“I met some truly mad Australians but I can hardly understand a thing they say! The only thing worse than their accent is the Kiwi’s.”

“Have you ever seen a Haka? It’s a war dance from New Zealand.”

“Everyone is fine here but if this sun doesn’t fuck off soon I’ll shoot it out of the sky myself, I’ve never wanted to see the clouds of Birmingham so much before in my life.”

But in 1940 when Graziani advanced into Egypt Charlie would experience his first taste of warfare

Finn would be extremely protective of Charlie and would end up getting himself shot in the shoulder trying to push Charlie away from the line of fire

Charlie would feel tremendous guilt but would bravely keep watch, continuously firing, while Michael helped patch Finn up as best he could

“I’m sorry Finn.”

“It was the fucking wops, not you mate”

Charlie would be involved in the take over of Tobruk in 1941 and by then he’d be a lot harder and sterner

Like Tommy he’d end up laughing less and less and become a lot more sullen as time went on

After a long day out under the hot sun a photographer would take their photo, claiming they were

“The most charming boys in Tobruk!”

They’d have been enjoying their lunch and a cigarette each, talking and bickering amongst one another

Their shirts would be wrapped around their heads, bare chests and faces burnt, dog tags dangling from their necks and guns slung over their shoulders

Finn would have his arms around Charlie’s and Karl’s shoulders, both of them smirking boyishly, legs crossed at the ankles and leaning against a tank

Isaiah and Michael would sit squat above them, on top of the tank, arms up high holding water containers and lit cigarettes hanging loosely from their mouths

That would be one of the best days of Charlie’s time away at war, one truly happy moment among many painful ones

When the letters came Charlie would read his and hold back tears at the sight of his father’s handwriting and the small comforts of home that Tommy had sent him

Unlike Finn, Charlie got a good education so he’d read Finn his letters after they ate dinner together

On a rare night that everything was calm and the air was a little more bearable Finn, Karl and Charlie would sneak off with some of the Australian troops to drink stolen whiskey

They’d get so drunk that Charlie would agree to getting a tattoo from one of the Australian troops

“You sure about this mate?”

“Yeah I’m sure just don’t fuck it up!”

Finn would hold the lamp and be snickering at Charlie’s face scrunched in pain

He’d get an angel on his ribs for Grace

Charlie would celebrate his 18th and 19th birthdays in Tobruk with Michael, Finn, Karl and Isaiah, digging tunnels and moving artillery, none of them giving him any slack

Finn would give him a small present though; a fancy new sheath for his knife and a lighter engraved with “in the bleak midwinter”

On the night of his 19th though, they’d all get another tattoo, this time a nasty looking rat on their forearms

“We’re the fuckin’ Rats of Tobruk boys!”

Finn and Isaiah would pinch some more whiskey and they’d spend the night sitting in the sand, guns by their side, boots unlaced, smiling and laughing and reminiscing about home

Charlie would go on to watch, first hand, as the friends he made died one by one

He’d’ve held the hand of a young Australian as he spluttered frantically in the sand and promised an English boy, even younger than himself, that he’d make sure his belongings got back to his mother in Bristol

He’d be right beside Michael when he got shot in the hip and fell to the ground and Charlie would have to continue fighting while Michael screamed in pain at his feet, begging for mercy from whoever would hear him

Michael would be moved after that

“Please let Aunt Polly know that Michael got shot. He’s ok but they’re moving him. We don’t know where. Hopefully he’ll be coming home.”

After the Australians left to defend the Pacific, Isaiah and Finn were moved too, leaving Charlie and Karl behind and alone

They’d always been the babies of the family so with none of the older boys to help them along they felt even more lost and even further from home

Charlie’d never been particularly religious but after that he prayed in whispers almost nightly

He wrote to Tommy as much as he could be he didn’t know what to say, England was being bombed, the entire world was at war and Charlie found it increasingly hard to be happy and youthful

When Charlie eventually returned home he didn’t arrive with anyone he left with and he wasn’t able to notify anyone at home of his arrival so he got off the train by himself and walked down Watery Lane toward the old family betting shop

His pack had never felt so heavy and his feet had never felt so much like lead

“Oi Rat!”

He’d look up and see Finn standing on the opposite end of the street, the betting shop in the middle of them

Charlie would blow out an amused breath of air and smirk, shaking his head in disbelief

“Fuckin’ hell mate I’m glad to see you!”

They’d meet halfway and hug, packs being dropped and heavy claps landing on each other’s backs

“Were you on the train?”

“Nah Charlie, they flew me in!”

The door to the betting shop would open and an absolutely drained Tommy Shelby would stand their looking at them awestruck

Tommy would cry and tug his baby brother and only son in for a hug

He’d hold their faces and shake them struggling to comprehend that they were home

Tommy would speak to them in Romani, utterly lost for words but unable to stay quiet for once

Michael would’ve returned home after being shot but would’ve continued fighting and helping the home front

A month later Isaiah would return with Karl and two of John’s sons in tow

Although all of the Shelby boys returned home whole none of them returned the same and Tommy understood that

He would give Charlie time to fix himself and readjust and he’d never bring it up unless Charlie did

Charlie would cry when he got the photograph taken on the tank in Egypt and he’d put it away with all his other war stuff, willing himself to forget it

[levi-acckerman]

personal nurse: john shelby.

authors note: just a reminder that requests are open and i write for all characters apart from finn, luca and isaiah. also check out my wattpad which is: @johnshelby because that’s where i do most of my updating and i have some on-going peaky fics there. 

As tempting as it was to close the door on John, you simply couldn’t. His battered face was in the need of medical attention, blood was dribbling down his face and onto the expensive suit yet somehow, there was a grin on his face, probably because he knew that he wound you up. He always loved doing that. 

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Masterlist (19/11/18)

coming soon

Teen Wolf

Isaac Lahey

Teacher (x fem!reader)

Ethan

What does he have that I don’t? (x male!reader) 

Jordan Parrish

You’re related to who? (x genderneutral!reader)

Liam Dunbar

The Run (Liam x Theo)

Deep cuts (Brett x Liam)

Theo Raeken

The Run (Liam x Theo)

Brett Talbot

Deep Cuts (Brett x Liam)

Peaky Blinders

Michael Gray

Home (x fem!reader)

Harry Potter Franchise

James Sirius Potter

You knew? (x muggle!Reader)

Draco Malfoy

Internal Prejudice(x fem!reader)

Drarry

Detentions

Newt Scamander

Never Will Be (feat Theseus)(x reader)

Family (x ravenclaw!reader)

Theseus Samander

Never Will Be (feat Newt)(x reader)

The Book of Mormon

Kevin Price

Matchmaker’s Birthday (Kevin Price x reader)

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before

Josh Sanderson

The Argument (x reader)

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Family (Newt Scamander x Ravenclaw!reader)

Sorry this is short and kinda shitty but I didn’t really know what to write but this happened, so if the person who requested it isn’t happy please send another ask.

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“Do you even own a scarf that isn’t the one from your Hogwarts days?” (y/n) laughed, toying with the frayed scarf that dangled from Newt’s neck. “It has bloody holes, Newton.”

“I just haven’t got around to buying a new one! The animals are demanding.” Newt defended himself, sighing as he watched his brother raise his eyebrow.

“I happen to remember buying you one for Christmas last year, I wonder what happened to that one…” Theseus rolled his eyes, remembering the many letters from Newt apologising about each scarf he bought him.

“Lost it while on a hippogriff, the one before was eaten, the nifflers kidnapped the one with a jewel on… I should stop there.” Newt tugged his scarf back, burrowing into it with his face.

“How on earth are we together, Scamander?” (y/n) teased.

“You’re supposed to be the intelligent one.”

“Neither of you had any part in you getting together.” Theseus groaned. “I had to prompt the two of you to say something, in combination with Queenie’s constant mind reading and Tina chewing my ear off about how you’d only stare at each other when you go over for meals.”

“Actually that was us getting back together.”

“We dated before Newt was expelled.” (y/n) shrugged. “I used to sneak him into the restricted section so he could read up on his animals.”

“Except most of the time, it wasn’t reading.” Newt finally pulled his head out of his scarf, meeting the eyes of his partner. A smirk grew on his face as he looked into their eyes, watching as their face scrunched and went red from embarrassment. He didn’t know how he said that without his own face heating up, which it ultimately did as he drifted off into thinking about his future. He could see himself spending his life with them, getting a nice house together, a wedding on the cliff tops, maybe a new scarf…

“Come back to us, Newt.” Leta chuckled. “We were supposed to be having dinner together as a family.”

The four of them had been friends since first year, one in each house. It was a strange combination but they made it work. More often than not they’d sneak into each other’s dorms when Theseus was on his rounds and spent their days lazing around the lake. Newt’s face lit up whenever one of the lake’s inhabitants popped out of the water or peered through the clear surface. He’d list dozens of facts about them until Theseus shut him up or (y/n) distracted him with hugs. They were as close as family, they’d always said they were closer to each other than to their actual families. Even if two of them were brothers. They had accepted Leta and (y/n) into their family. Each of them balanced each other out.

Newt was excitable, loyal and always had a smile on his face. There was no situation that he couldn’t brighten, even if it normally did involve one of his creatures running loose around wherever they were, most specifically the Room of Requirement where he had essentially established a mini vet.

Leta was cunning and strong-willed. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to protect the group, often taking amusement in the revenge she acted out. She learnt to control her anger more and more as the years went on, using the group to vent her frustrations to, which ended up reducing the numbers of detentions they all had.

Theseus was brave and bold. He wasn’t the most level-headed person in the world but he wasn’t afraid to step up in direct conflict. This also included the people that got mad at (y/n) for rejecting them, in the end, most of them had realised that hurting anyone in his family would get them into deep shit with either Theseus or Leta.

(y/n) was the calm, collected and thoughtful one in the group. They always seemed to know what to do and if they didn’t, they could find the answer in one trip to the library. They had memorised the layout inside out and back to front. They knew exactly where each book would be and what they would need to solve the problem. This was how the others stopped being in trouble as much, (y/n) either talked them out of it or gave them a way to get out of it.

They all complimented each other so well so Newt couldn’t imagine any other people to be here for this moment. He waited until each of them had finished their meals, the box in his coat pocket was digging into his back despite it hanging on the back of his chair. They weren’t anywhere fancy, just the café that had become their favourite spot since Newt’s expulsion.

“(y/n), I know this meeting seemed impromptu and friendly but this had actually taken months of planning with input from those two to finally happen which makes it only appropriate for it to occur in the place we’ve always planned our trips and adventures. So, (y/n),  will you take life’s biggest adventure with me and marry me?”

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Never Will Be (Newt Scamander x reader)

“I can’t believe your biggest fear is working at an office.” She laughed, resting her head against the wall of Newt’s little hideout for his creatures.

“It’s just such a boring thing to do when you could be out looking out for all of these fantastic beasts.” He shrugged, bringing the baby phoenix up to his face and petting it slightly. “Just wait until this little one is all healed and grown up.”

“Are you going home for Christmas this year?” She smiled, watching the boy who was in awe of the tiny bird in his hands.

“No, I couldn’t leave this one all alone.” He set it back in its temporary home, finally looking at the girl who sat opposite him. “That and the parents have disappeared to go collect some new hippogriffs, Theseus is here too. He said something about wanting to talk to you earlier. I’m sure he’ll find you at some point, I wouldn’t go seeking him. That’s just me though, I know you get along with him-”

“Newton, you’re rambling again.”

“At least it’s not about animals this time.”

The girl rolled her eyes. “It was about your brother, that’s number two on your list of what you ramble about. Your brother is a brilliant boy, Newton. Top of his classes, heading to becoming an auror. Good looks yet not caring about relationships.”

“You’re just describing yourself now.” He mumbled under his breath.

The sounds of footsteps up the stairs caused her to stop talking and look towards the wooden entrance, oblivious to what the boy had just said. Newt was thankful for that, he didn’t mean to let that slip. He wasn’t one for relationships but he couldn’t deny that the girl sitting in front of him was fascinating, the only one who even came close was Leta Lestrange. (y/n) knew that and was fully aware of how they’d simply remain best friends as she wanted.

“I knew I’d find you up here.” Theseus stated. “Oh, (y/n) can I talk to you later?”

“What do you need Theseus?” Newt asked, clearly not in the mood for his brother today.

“First years have found their way into the kitchens and are toying with the house elves again.” Theseus didn’t need to finish his sentence before Newt was bolting down the stairs.

Newt smiled, that memory was something that stuck out to him and he didn’t know why. It wasn’t particularly good or bad. It was just a moment where all of them were together, even if it was only a few moments before he sprinted down the stairs. There were hundreds more moments like that, no matter how much he hated his brother sometimes they always had the best times in that three.

“Wow, Mrs Scamander, I now know where Newt gets it from.” (y/n) grinned, watching the lady feed the hippogriffs from her spot on the fence. “It’s quite amusing how he’s so good with them.”

“It’s a shame Theseus didn’t get the same love for magical creatures,” Newt added, petting his hippogriff as it leaned into his hand.

“I enjoy the study of spells rather than creatures, is that a problem?” Theseus raised an eyebrow, slightly tightening his grip on the fence next to (y/n).

“I just don’t see how you’d be willing to live your life out of the Ministry.”

“And I don’t see how you’d be willing to live your life getting attacked by beasts.” His knuckles were getting paler by the second, about to let go entirely and storm off.

“Theseus…” (y/n) touched his hand, keeping it still of the splintering wood. “Don’t have this argument again, Newt doesn’t mean any harm.”

“I’ve never seen a situation like this be diffused so quickly, please come back every holiday (y/n)” Mrs Scamander laughed, tossing one last apple to the hippogriffs and leaving the three to their own devices.

The second she was out of sight, the three of them left their positions, locking the enclosure and bounding down to the river next to the Scamander’s land. It was something they did. They raced to the river and the winner was owed a favour from the other to. Favours were beginning to become predictable. Newt was the most agile, normally winning the race and using his favours in pitiful attempts to get his brother to like creatures with (y/n)’s help in the set up of these schemes. On the other hand, Theseus normally used his favours to get Newt to do his chores and forgot to cash in his favours with (y/n).

Today was an odd day, (y/n) won. She had one only a few times before and her favours were completely unpredictable and came at random times. Once she waited until school started again and used Theseus to go and get her food at midnight. He then started sneaking the three of them food during his prefect shifts while simultaneously ensuring they didn’t get caught going to the room of requirement.

“Don’t worry boys, there are no favours today.” She smirked at their frightened faces. “Maybe midnight again... “

“If you make me do that again on a night where I am not on duty I will throw you into that river or the lake.” Theseus threatened, throwing newt a dirty look as he sniggered. “Just because your dormitories are right next to the kitchens.”

“I’d like to see you try.” (y/n) taunted, not prepared for the boy in question to pick her up over his shoulder and walk into the river.

He was lucky it was summer and his trousers were already rolled up due to the heat because otherwise, he’d be wearing soggy trousers. He proceeded to fake drop her, laughing at her squeal before she finally joined in laughing with the two boys.

It was a memory they all cherished and held close to their hearts. Especially now they all lived miles away from each other. Newt was going around the world researching his magical creatures, Theseus was stuck following orders of the ministry all the time while (y/n) was establishing an orphanage system for wizard children all across the world. It wasn’t until Newt had a particularly nasty incident involving him falling off of one of his creatures that they all reunited in not so happy times.

Theseus had walked into Newt’s bedroom, where the other two were already chatting, with bloodshot, teary eyes. He was quickly pulled in, the door shut behind him even though they were the only ones in the building. He joined (y/n) in sitting on the edge of Newt’s bed, although she was effectively just sitting on it entirely at this point.

“I picked him up from St Mungo’s this morning and got an earful from the nurses about how his niffler keeps stealing their watches.” (y/n) informed the new arrival cheerfully. “He should be fine in a few days, we just need to alternate shifts on watching him to make sure he doesn’t go look after those damn creatures.”

“My assistant will be here soon to do that,” Newt reassured halfheartedly.

“I hope she isn’t here soon because your brother here looks like he just had one hell of a row.” (y/n) ended up shuffling to the other side of the bed, pulling Theseus’ head onto her shoulder, gently rubbing his arm with one hand as she pried his fist open with the other. A diamond ring was settled in his palm, a line of half moons just above it. That’s when (y/n) started feeling her blouse getting wet. Newt for once in his life was affectionate and placed a reassuring hand on his brother’s arm, which with his current injuries was the most that he could do without being in pain.

“She left me.” Theseus spat. “She said that I was still in love with you and that it wouldn’t be good for either of us to do this.”

(y/n) was stunned. She didn’t realise Theseus liked her, let alone that Leta would leave him.

“What’s even worse is she’s been in love with Newt the whole time.”

“I’m so sorry, These.” (y/n) finally said as it was Newt’s turn to be shocked.

“Don’t be, It’s all true anyway, isn’t it. We were convinced you two liked each other so we used each other to move on. That was the only lie there.”

“We’ve never been anything more than best friends,” Newt said plainly.

“Never wanted to be.”

“Not since first year for me,” Newt added.

“Then I guess you never will be either” Theseus finished, a small glint in his eye as he dropped the ring into his pocket. “I can finally get my money back from this.”

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Rain

Modern!John x Reader

Summary: Bad weather separates you and John. 

A/N: Not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope you like it! Warnings for sex acts and language. Shit forgot to tag you guys sorry @prettieparker86 @watery-lane

Just two more hours, you told yourself as you looked at the time on your clock. You would go home, take a shower, and wear the dress you just bought the weekend before. You were going on yet another date with John Shelby, but you still had butterflies. You had been “dating” for almost a year, but he had yet to call you his girlfriend.

You weren’t sure how serious he wanted to be since you could go days without hearing from him. When you finally did get together between your busy schedules you just clicked. The chemistry between you was insane and it would feel like no time had passed. John understood you. He paid attention to the little things about you, and it felt good to be noticed. Really seen.

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Detentions (Draco x Harry)

Harry stared aimlessly at the wall in front of him. The cracks and the holes in the bricks were frighteningly familiar from the hours he had spent there. He had learnt all the crevices better than he had the material for the test he did today, Binns catching him cheating and putting him into detention alongside the boy who had arrived late to the lesson. Naturally, McGonagall had a word with him, easily letting him off with a warning because of the upcoming Triwizard task. It didn’t stop the detention punishment. All the teachers seem to take joy in watching the boy watching the wall while he was also being watched by the boy at the back of the classroom.

Most teachers had given up punishing Harry because of the tournament but Binns was stuck in his old ways. The muggle students always mentioned how he reminded them of their primary school Headmasters, old men who would happily go back to the days of the slipper. Harry could understand where that was coming from, his own primary school headmaster being the same. He had a cold sneer and a grim visage that was hardly covered by the thin-framed spectacles that always rested on the tip of his nose rather than the bridge. Harry had talked to the muggle-borns about the oddities of quills and parchment in Binns’ class only to earn a scolding and a loss of house points for ‘completely ludicrous propositions’ at the mention of notebooks and pens. The other teachers are much more open to the suggestion and even allow the use of the muggle equipment in class. Binns loathed it like your grandparents hate iPhones.  

Harry had hardly noticed his dismissal, being brought back into reality by his detention buddy tapping his shoulder and signalling that it was time to leave. He nodded briefly at the blond boy, eyes meeting for less than a second as Harry picked up his bag. The two of them leaving the classroom in unison, immediately separating to go to their own dorms.

Draco didn’t know why he alerted Harry of the end of detention, normally opting to just leave him there when they get joint detention. Over the year he had grown closer to Harry through constantly getting detentions in Binns class with him. He only got detentions because he hated the class and was always late to avoid it, explaining it in those exact words when his parents wrote to him about it. He was trying to switch subjects before it was too late but the only class with a free space was muggle studies which he did not want to do and his parents would kill him for doing it anyway. He was already breaking family rules by being one of the many Slytherins that asked muggle-borns to smuggle in notebooks and pens for them to use during classes. As much as he would love to be jealous of their technology he’d rather sit in detention staring at the beautiful shaggy head of hair from the back of classrooms.

Although, Draco had to admit that he appreciated detentions where they had to clean. He appreciated the view of Potter from behind more than he’d like to admit. The front was also gorgeous if he did say so himself but he hardly saw him from the front these days, Harry was always with the other two in the trio stressing over the next task. Their interactions in the corridors consisted of teasing each other jokingly, even if nobody else could tell and stepping in to defend the other. -- “Another detention, Potter?” Draco asked while he was on his nightly rounds, seeing the boy making his way back to the Gryffindor dormitories after curfew.

“Lost track of time in the library, the replacement librarian fell asleep hours ago.” Harry froze when he realised that he had just confessed he broke the rules. “Don’t tell anyone, Malfoy.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, as much as it may seem like it I’d rather you didn’t die in this tournament,” Draco said softly. “I’ll walk you back to the tower so you don’t get in actual trouble.”

“Are you being nice to me, Draco?” Harry sniggered, following about a step behind the taller boy.

“It’s not like I haven’t been before.”

“First year doesn’t count.”

“I was talking about the detentions, it made me see the human side of you, not the boy-who-lived side.” Draco shrugged nonchalantly like he wasn’t beginning his confession. “You know how I’m already on my parents shit-list?”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“It means that you’ll know this isn’t any way to exploit you for them.” Draco hesitated, thinking over his choices once more.

“What are you talking about?” It was too late to go back.

“I like you, Harry.”

Harry was shocked. The boy who insulted his friends on the first day and then proceeded to be an arse to him for the last few years is confessing his feelings. He was thinking over it, all the times Draco would tease him jokingly this year, whispering an apology as he passed. The way his eyes were always glued to him every time he turned around in class or detention. The way that he began alerting him of the end of detentions and the way he sometimes stared at his ass in them.

“I like you too.”

It was honest. Harry had fallen hard for the pureblood last year, the feelings being pushed away because of how much grief Draco had cause Hermione and Ron that year. He had tricked himself into thinking he liked Cho when he knew he only thought she was pretty like he had with many other girls and boys before. He had no idea if Draco liked boys or not which was another reason why he held back and ended up pushing it to the back of his mind, believing that Draco hated him.

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Internal Prejudice (Draco x fem!reader)

Requested: Yes (not that close to the prompt but it’s fine)

Word count: 1.5k+

“Why must she hang around those idiots all the time?” Draco mumbled, watching as (y/n) walked through the courtyard, sandwiched between the Weasley twins.

“What was that, Draco?” Pansy asked from across the misshapen circle of Slytherins. “I couldn’t hear you from over here.”

“He was talking to me, Parkinson.” Blaise stepped in, saving Draco from being pestered by the girl when in actual fact he couldn’t hear Draco even though the boy was sitting next to him.

The girl fell silent, glaring at Blaise for ruining her chances of talking to Draco. Draco had hardly sent a look her way over all the time that they knew each other, preferring to stand alone rather than dancing at the family balls. When he was forced to speak to her it was short and harsh, his thoughts much more occupied by the Gryffindor prefect who he spent most of his classes thinking of. She was older than him, only by a year, but had always seemed much more mature than any student in the school. He gathered it was from the fact that she was forced to grow up faster than most wizards and witches. That’s why he admired her, the way she was so mature and moved with such carefree elegance. He thought he went unnoticed like Pansy was by him.

“You know you could go talk to her right?” Blaise whispered, drawing him back out of his thoughts.

“She willingly ignores me at all times,” Draco states louder than expected, drawing the attention of the rest of the group.

“No, I don’t.” Pansy responds with furrowed brows.

“For fuck's sake Parkinson, he has never once been interested in you, let it go.” Another girl in the group scoffs, someone that Draco never really spoke to but still would prefer over Pansy any day. “Literally everyone except you can see how he looks at that Gryffindor.”

“You fancy a Gryffindor? You aren’t becoming a blood traitor like those Weasleys are you?” Adrian scoffs.

“Is it really being a blood traitor if she’s a pureblood?” Draco rolls his eyes, shutting up the complaints. “So what if she actually cares about something other than her status in the wizarding community?”

At that moment Pansy stormed away from the group, quickly being followed by Adrian. The rest of the small group maintained their positions in the group despite their confusion.

“Is someone making Malfoy soft?” Blaise smirked.

“Can it, Zabini.”

(y/n) watched the boat that was sitting on the lake that year gently rocking under the autumn breeze. The movement of burgundy cloaks across the deck was oddly calming as they sauntered across the deck like puppets. A few were balanced precariously on the railings at the side of the main decking, a pair of them in the crows nest and a handful making their way back to shore in the smaller boats that were brought alongside the large vessel. The boats came rapidly over the lake, much faster than the boats she had used in the first year to get to the castle. There was something about the lake that just brought back memories from any point in time while at Hogwarts.

“I knew I’d find you here.” George dumped himself down next to her. “I thought I’d just let you know that Malfoy is being nice to all of us, Harry included.” (y/n) chuckled, hardly believing the words that were leaving the pranksters mouth. “I’m being serious, he even asked where you were.”

“Georgie, Draco Malfoy doesn’t do anything without a reason. I’m sure him being nice could just be a cover-up for one of his families cruel schemes.” She rolled her eyes. “Remember Harry’s second year, that bloody family got your 11-year-old sister possessed just so the fucking dark lord can come back. The guy got defeated by a two-year-old the first time and by teenagers ever since. I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to last long if he does find a way to get back.”

He sat silently for a moment, thinking over the words that had just spilt out of her mouth in her wave of disbelief. “I’m holding you to that.”

“Let’s just hope he doesn’t find a way back.”

George pulled her into his side, soothingly rubbing his thumb over her arm. “Even if he does, you’re smart enough to survive.”

“Yeah, It’s you Weasley kids I’m worried about. I know Bill and Charlie can handle themselves but the rest of you need to be babysat even now.” She teased, despite the tears welling up in her eyes. “I just really don’t know what I’d do without you redheads.”

“Probably go and marry the girl or boy of your dreams, write a book like your grandad, somehow survive as long as him.” He shrugs, trying to cheer her up.

“That sounds so mundane.” She used the given leverage to change the subject. “I’d much rather have something to write about, perhaps I’ll become a curse breaker.”

(y/n) was blissfully aware of Draco’s attempts to get close to her during all of their brief yet pleasant conversations during breaks between lessons. During any free time that was mutually shared, she was around her other friends. He almost managed to sit next to her in the library before Cedric sat down next to her with a piece of parchment in his hands and a textbook that was identical to the one she was working out of. Neither of them left until it was time to go back to dorms, Cedric being the total gentleman and walking her back.

The second time he was inches from having a proper conversation with her was when she was waiting by herself in the courtyard. This time his opportunity was snatched away by his own best friend. Blaise had caught her, initiating a conversation about the next time her family would visit his, the two of them eventually leaving the courtyard and making their way elsewhere.

Blaise had led (y/n) into the Astronomy tower, fully aware that nobody would be in it at this hour. It had become a frequent occurrence since he came to Hogwarts, the two of them skipping dinner and talking like they would at every large family event that was held when the two of them were children. They had both been taught the pureblood ways of having flawless manners in public but neither of them was really capable of accepting the ideals that the traditional families kept. Neither of them was in traditional pureblood families, his mother never took part in the first war and hers fought alongside the Weasleys. However, when he went up to Hogwarts he was forced into acting stereotypically like a Slytherin pureblood despite hoping he’d be in Gryffindor like she was. It was the only time he could be himself.

“You know that Draco means no harm, right?” Blaise had asked at some point during their conversation.

“I know he wants something.”

“He wants you.” Blaise rolled his eyes at her obliviousness. “He likes you and wants to go to the Yule Ball with you.”

“Tell him I’m flattered but I’d much rather go with someone who isn’t a rude, racist, fake piece of shit.” (y/n) snapped, sick of everyone mentioning Draco to her these days because of his sudden change in personality.

“He hasn’t asked you yet?”

“He hardly speaks to me.”

“I guess he’s having second thoughts.” Blaise sighed, losing all faith in his friend now that he has lied to him about the progress of the relationship with (y/n). “You deserve better than Malfoy anyway, especially if he isn’t willing to break his status to even talk to you.”

“Says the guy who fakes being a stuck up pureblood.” (y/n) rolls her eyes.

“Now I have everyone in that house scared of me, it’s unnecessary to keep up the act. Why else do you think nobody has beat Malfoy into growing up? I’m willing to sacrifice a few of those assholes if you are willing to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

That’s exactly what they did. (y/n) arrived at the Yule Ball with her arm entwined with Blaise’s, her red gown strongly conflicting with his green tie. The two of them turned heads more than the champions did when they eventually joined that first dance of the night. The pair laughing about the first time they were forced to dance together by her parents years ago, back then she was taller now there was a clear difference. Shortly after the dance was over they were joined by the twins, George stealing you away for a dance while Blaise went to go get drinks when he was actually going to nag Draco just a little bit more. George had ended up stepping on her toes more than she would have liked, each time causing her to tease him about Bill being much better at dancing with her. They somehow managed to finish the song, Blaise returning with Draco in tow and multiple cups.

The group sat at the table, an odd mix of Gryffindors and Slytherins sharing the same table. Surprisingly they all held a calm conversation for at least an hour before another slow song began to play. A soft nudge from Blaise caused Draco to ask (y/n) to dance, which George rapidly accepted for her, forcing her out of the chair and towards the dancefloor. The pair started with an Umbridge-worthy gap between them.

“You know you could have just talked to me before the dance right?” (y/n) rolled her eyes. “You didn’t have to go through my friends. Although the change was appreciated, it did make all of us believe that you were scheming until Blaise told me you liked me, even if my first reaction was to call you names.”

He remained silent, thinking over his words but she beat him to it.

“It was fighting your internal prejudices that took you so long wasn’t it? It took me all this time to take in what Blaise told me as truth.”

“How are you so good with words?” Draco blushed slightly at how well she could read him.

“The great Draco Malfoy, blushing?” (y/n) teased, catching sight of her friends cheering them on and finally realising that they had started dancing closer together and the song was almost over.

“It’s caused by being around beautiful people.” Draco hesitated. “Who is willing to give me a chance?”

“Keep up being nice to my friends and I’ll consider it.” (y/n) winked, making her way back over to the table of her smirking friends.

[notquitedickens]

The argument (Josh Sanderson x Reader)

“This reminds me of when we were little…” Josh trailed off, staring out and the empty road in front of us. “We weren’t allowed in the garden but didn’t want to go inside so we sat on the porch instead.”

“But now we aren’t doing it to be difficult, our parents don’t need to keep an eye on us in the dark.” I chuckle thinking of how we came to the compromise. “Although, I’m not entirely sure your dad isn’t watching us through the window.”

“Old habits?” Josh waved sarcastically to a now retreating figure in the window behind him.

“They’ll always watch to see if we’ll finally get together.” I smile clutching the hot cocoa in my hands tighter to my chest. “Little do they know…”

“Little do they know that I love you with all my heart.” Josh chuckled pulling me into his side, the cocoa splattering on the ground in front of us from the sudden jolt.

I laughed when he began peppering my face with kisses before getting a message on my phone.

P: On my way to pick you up. Don’t let me walk in on you making out again

I groaned slightly, pressing my forehead against Josh’s shoulder. He knew exactly what the text had said just by my reaction. He took the cocoa from my hands before pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me tightly. I placed a series of butterfly kisses down my neck, initiating the loathed tickling feeling which made me both want to laugh and scratch my neck. I tried to move away from him but to no avail as he only held me tighter. I was in a fit of giggles by the time he stopped, the urge to scratch my neck was near to none, overwhelmed by the need to regain the oxygen that was once in my body.

“You’re an asshole,” I muttered, once I had regained some form of composure. Placing a soft kiss on his lips, I slipped off his lap, looking back out to the road again.

The familiar vehicle pulled up in front of Lara Jean’s house as it usually did. I sighed, standing up and pulling my boyfriend with me. I softly kissed him while we still had some form of privacy, his arms wrapped around my waist, with the exception of the hand that slipped up to cup my cheek. His thumb gently moved against my cheek as we pulled away. He suggested walking me to my brother's car before kissing me again, an arm going around my shoulders like it always had, in a friendly manner.

The only person that knew about our relationship was my brother. Peter had accidentally walked into a heated kiss when Josh was over our house last month. After a couple of near hits, the situation was fixed and he accepted the relationship, most likely because it didn’t put his and Lara Jean’s agreement at risk. It effectively ensured that Josh wouldn’t go after Lara Jean even if she tried. As far as I was aware at that time, Peter had fallen hard for her, dreading the day that he’d have to break it off. He told me everything, a side effect of having to share a room for a few months before mine was completed. Most people just think that we are close friends.

“He’s not in his car.” Josh dragged me out of my daydreams with the observation.

I slowly turned to look at Lara Jean’s house. There he was, face to face with her. I tried to direct Josh back to his house, grabbing his hand and pulling his weight without making it seem like I was trying to avoid something. The whole fake relationship seemed to be blowing up in my brother’s face and it would only make it worse if Josh walked over there to defend Lara Jean. She was a sister to him, growing up as neighbours cemented their bond way before he dated Margot. Their bond used to be as close as ours is now but began to crack and cave when Josh started dating Margot, then when the letters went out it collapsed completely. The only way I knew about the letters was because I was with Josh when the letters arrived, sending him spiralling into a pit of confusion and the urge to constantly remind me that he loved me. It was unnecessary but appreciated. I trusted him unlike Lara Jean and my brother.

Their voices got louder, finally alerting Josh to what I was doing. He took his hand from mine and ran towards the pair, I followed close behind, quickly coming parallel with him. I looked apologetically at my brother as Josh yelled at him to stop. I tried grasping Josh’s hand and telling him to stop but he just kept going. Although, he took hold of my hand and gripped it tightly, almost to the point of causing me pain. I tried to pull him away from the scene but he was stronger than me so the most I managed to do was pull his jacket sleeve off of his shoulder. I watched as Margot opened the door, eyes briefly going down to our intertwined hands and back up to my hand on his shoulder.

“The problem is you’re in love with Josh!” Peter snapped, oblivious to the presence of the other Covey siblings at the door.

“If Lara Jean broke up with you it’s probably because she came to the mind-blowing realisation that she’s too good for you.”

“You’re in love with Josh?” Margot said before she goes back into the house, closely followed by Lara Jean until the door is shut in her face.

“Peter go home!” Lara Jean finally yelled.

“y/n are you coming?” Peter sighed, gesturing to the car in front of them.

“I think I’m going to stay with Josh.” I glared.