#I should draw more Scorpius!

[eleonorapoe]

Albus Severus Potter appreciation post

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

it's missing scorpius malfoy hours 🧎‍♂️

[basiatlu]

i absolutely adore how you draw facial expressions

how do you think draco would react to sending scorpius to a muggle school (so he can socialize better before he gets his hogwarts letter), and one day coming in to pick him up and harry is there as a substitute teacher?

Oh it isn’t Draco’s reaction that should really be of concern. He already researched, prepared, and coifed himself to Malfoy Perfection (tm) before coming to pick up Scorp from Lil Marauders Daycare and Development. Unfortunately, the wee kiddo is more aware of his father’s crush on a certain someone than said certain someone.

[jomiddlemarch]

they two play out the game 

“Be honest—”

“What do you want me to say, Hermione? That I fell in love with you at school, when you loathed me, when you loathed me because I made you feel that way because I couldn’t bear your pity or worse, being beneath your notice, a shrug of your shoulders, an eyeroll? That the Amortentia I brewed in Potions smelled like ink and rose geranium soap and the bloody catnip you must have grown for your Kneazle in the greenhouses because you never would have nicked it from Sprout? That I envied Weasley for his family loving him and welcoming you, when my father wanted you dead and my mother refused to remember your name?”

Draco paused, lifted a hand from where he’d been gripping the railing and loosened his tie. It was dark blue, because they were no longer children, defined by Houses. He wore his robes open, like an Oxford don, and she could see the suit he wore was Savile Row, not Wizard-tailored. His brogues were polished to a shine short of a House-elf’s efforts.

“Should I tell you I’ve dreamt of you for years, in that periwinkle petal dress and on my ballroom floor, screaming for mercy, and in bookshops, in teashops, in the pub, laughing, smiling at Potter and Longbottom, making a face when you take a sip of your bitter? In the Wizengamot, at my trial, like a Fury. At all the other trials, demolishing their smug assurance, making them cower, making them see? Do you want me to explain how I told Astoria we would marry but I’d never be able to love her and she told me she already knew it, that she understood everything and that if I didn’t mind too much, she supposed we’d do well enough together? You want to hear how when my son was born, I wanted to Owl you, before anyone else, even though you’d have been baffled to receive any message from me, would have probably thought it was a prank from George Weasley, an overture to return to the Weasley bosom after you and Ron ended it ostensibly amicably, except that you’d left England and hadn’t been back in six years for more than a fortnight?”

He took a step nearer and Hermione resisted the urge to fold her arms across her chest or draw her robes closer in some nonverbal attempt at protection. He’d grown taller after the War ended and she hadn’t, not a whit, probably stunted by the stress and starvation of the Horcrux hunt, but he was still a few steps below her on the stairs, so he continued to look up at her, a supplicant. He was still giving her that power, that dominance over him which she hadn’t believed when he’d offered it earlier in words alone.

“Shall I tell you how I followed your career, the papers you wrote, the conferences you attended, collecting clippings like a lovesick groupie with his favorite Quidditch team? How I heard your voice when I taught Scorpius his first spells? How I told him the brightest witch I’d ever known was Sorted into Gryffindor and he was confused because his mother had been a Ravenclaw? How my wife fell in love with my best friend and I didn’t care, or rather, I was happy for her because Theo loved her back and it was nothing for me to look away and let them have the time they could? How I thought if you knew, you’d perhaps admire me for once, for not being selfish, for making some sacrifice, except that you’d be wrong, it wasn’t a sacrifice at all, not when I cared about them both in one way and not at all in another? You want to hear how I thought I’d seen you—at the train station and in the City, in the Prophet, your hair braided, that streak of white like a halo, like a queen’s ivory filet, your eyes, sweet Nimue, your eyes, Hermione—”

“I’m not a saint,” she put in.

He climbed another stair and now he looked directly at her. She could rest her hands on his shoulders if she wanted. She could raise a hand and stroke his cheek, graze the steel temple of his spectacles, the silver hair at above his ears. 

“I know. And I know why you don’t wear a glamour or charm your hair the color it was when we were young. You want me to tell you how my wife died and I wanted you to comfort me? To come to her funeral and hold my hand, to wear the veil for her and to let me fold it back over your head to face the truth? How I wanted you in my bed, fresh from your bath, in a nightdress you’d let me ruck up to your waist, naked beneath me, your skin like silk, arching up into my hands, gasping, laughing when I accidentally tickled your waist. Crying out when you felt my mouth on your breasts, suckling, when you felt my cock hard between your thighs, when I begged you? When I told you to spread your legs, love, when I praised you for being so good, my beautiful, darling, delicious witch I wanted to fuck all night, that there was no one else, there never had been, there never would be, only you, my darling with your dark eyes and your brilliant mind and your magic, your heart, your cunt—You want me to say that I love you, that I’ve loved you to the best of my ability for the best part of my life and that I don’t want you to go, not now, not ever, but I know that’s not up to me?”

There was a slight flush in his cheeks, a gleam in his grey eyes that might be tears, but his voice was steady, restrained, and there was space between them yet that she knew he would not breach. She used the effort required to cast tandem wandless in a duel to the death, more than she’d used when she was eighteen and expected to save the world.

“If it’s the truth—” she said.

“It’s the truth,” he answered. “There’s more, I suppose, but it’s much the same.”

“Then it’s what I asked for,” she said. She closed her eyes for a moment, part of her sure he would not be there when she looked again, a dream, a vision she’d conjured, Nimue and Merlin both, trapped within her desires while the world lived and grew around her. She opened her eyes and there he was, waiting. There was a shadow in his gaze, the expectation of rejection, abandonment. He was not a man accustomed to hope. She’d asked, though, and he’d answered.

“I’ve learned, as I’ve grown older, that I can’t hope for the best. Settle for what I’m given. I must take what I want, with both hands,” she said and reached over, up a little, to cup his face with her palms, her fingers touching the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. He was very still, almost rigid, and she felt a frisson of fear, of being deceived, denied. 

“With both hands,” she repeated a little hesitantly. “Unless, you don’t, after all—Scorpius will not, and you have to put him first, of course—”

“I do,” Draco, beginning to smile. “And I was told not to come home without you, though Scorpius is willing to take my word for your arrival. He’s not waiting there for us.”

“No?” Hermione said, feeling terribly warm, terribly, wonderfully desired. Needed. Accepted.

“No, I shall have you all to myself,” he said. He finally put his arms around her, very carefully as they were still on a staircase and perhaps he was a little unsteady now. “D’you suppose, before we go, I might kiss you?”

“Here? Where anyone might see?” Hermione asked, though the hallway had been deserted for the past hour and the charm on the wall sconces needed to be recast. Though she had let herself look at his mouth, the curve of his lips. Let herself admit her own appetite had gone beyond any curious hunger, to craving, the sweet she had been forbidden for so long.

“Yes. Be honest, would that bother you?” he said.

“Do you think I will say it would? Do you expect me to tell you no when I’ve just said you’re what I want? All that I want?” she said, echoing him. Making him grin, a hint of the smirk she first remembered seeing on his face as a young boy, now subsumed into such tenderness she felt nearly overwhelmed.

“Is it the truth?” he said.

“Yes,” she said and then she didn’t say anything else because they were beyond needing any other word than “Home—” the Side-along as easy as a breath, as waking from a dream into the day.

They named their first daughter Verity, explaining it was a family name.

[poetryandbloods-blog]

I have seen you reblog and like some of my HP posts so I wanted to say Hi!

And I have a question for you. I know you love Drastoria so I wanted to ask what you love about it? I never read CC so I don't know Astoria well but the little I do know, I am not very impressed. I just have a lot of small hangups about Drastoria.

What initially drew you to it? Why do you think she is a good match for Draco? How do you feel about Astoria dying off? Are there things you dislike about the ship?

Hi, I really like your Tumblr!

First of all, I have to say that I don't like CC and I don't consider it canon, because it wasn't written by J.K.R., and also mainly because most of the characters are completely different from the personalities in the original books, including the Epilogue, so blatantly that not even age can be an excuse (I always wonder how much money they offered her to sign on for that atrocious story).

That said, I do like some of the characters there, particularly *Delphini*, Draco, Scorpius, and Astoria.When J.K.R. described who Draco married (a pureblood witch who rejects her upbringing and raises her son in a much more tolerant way, I fell in love with Astoria). And Scorpius is a captivating character who demonstrates a loving upbringing.

Astoria permeates CC like Lily should have permeated the books (but unfortunately she only appears at the end). The two seem like a functioning, adult couple who love each other and have overcome many obstacles (like Draco's questionable upbringing) to be together.

If you like Dramione or have read any of his fanfics, you will notice that they always follow this pattern (the girl who makes the former villain realize that his upbringing was not ideal).

Astoria was clearly not fragile if she stood up to her in-laws and didn't let her pureblood ideas contaminate her son.I think Dramione is more popular than Drastoria simply because we don't know about her in the books, Hermione is an important character in the story and the muggleborn/pureblood thing has more appeal than two purebloods together (I'm not knocking this couple, because there are great stories about both of them and Draco's development is often wonderful to read, I just want to point out that according to J.K.R., this development existed and we can prove it in CC).

I hate the blood curse thing and that she died, to me it was a form of punishment for Draco where a supposed villain can't really have a happy ending, and it's something I personally tend to ignore.Another point is that to me their relationship feels mature and healthy, in a way that the other couples in the books never did. I've said a few times that I hate Ginny/Harry (Ginny in book 6 is a walking Mary Sue) and Ron/Hermione seem like a hot couple that would break up after two months of dating.

But I'm going to give them a break here because when it comes to romance J.K.R. is not a good writer and her most believable couples are the ones we don't follow as much (Fleur/Bill and Tonks/Lupin, I'm thinking of you).

We don't have 7 books to learn about her, just a script for a play that reads like a really bad fanfic, but over the years I've created my own idea of ​​who she is and how this couple works, so much so that I've become very attached to both of them. @blvnk-art makes incredible drawings of the two of them (which I love to follow) which only made me like them even more.

They, along with Fleur/Bill and Lucius/Narcissa, are the only couples I have no criticism of in the books, as they seem very consistent together.

**I actually need to make an addendum here, I like the idea of ​​Delphini, but not the execution of the story or her personality, there was a huge potential to make her a parallel to her own father (orphan, unaware of his origins), but with a choice for the good, proving that blood is not always more important, but this was clearly wasted, or of course it could not be done, as it could affect the epilogue of the original books (but now I digress, as this has no point with the original question).**

[nebulablakemurphy]

Through Love And By Love (Pt. 14)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

18+ ONLY this chapter contains sexual content.

Part 13

"What are you doing?" Albus wrestles the time turner from Scorpius, as the train chugs beneath them.

"It's obvious isn't it? We've got to go back." The Malfoy boy explains.

"No, absolutely not, Scorpius! Bad idea. Time turners are illegal, you don't meddle with time. Delphi must have stolen this." Rose scolds him, in a tone so like her mother.

"Because she cares about my mum, and she wants my father’s name cleared." Scorpius points out.

"They’re already working on clearing it." Rose insists. "My mum told me."

"Hermione is lying!" Scorpius cuts her off. "Everyone is lying! This won't get better and if I don't do something soon, it's going to get worse... If I don't do something soon, I’m going to lose my dad."

"I'm in." Albus says, softly.

"Albus, no!" Rose argues, it's too risky.

"He’s worth saving." Albus pleads his case.

"That wasn't in question, only the method by which you plan to save him." Rose busies herself, tugging at a loose string on her jumper.

“All we need to do is go back to the night he cast the imperius curse and make sure he doesn't." Scorpius shrugs, can't be that hard.

"And how exactly are you going to stop him?" She arches a fiery brow.

"I haven't figured that part out just yet."

"I should remind you, Scorp, your dad was much more..." Albus searches for the words, "intense back then."

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“Finally got Corina down,” Rosanna huffs, flopping onto the couch, beside her husband. The little girl didn’t want to nap, but she was overtired and cranky as ever.

Draco looks up from Rosanna’s notes, everything she’s prepared to submit for his trail. "The sacrifices made by Draco Malfoy, in a desperate attempt to keep Voldemort from rising to power, do not make him a criminal. They make him a hero. Or at the very least, a prisoner of war."

Rosanna moves to take the papers from him.

“You paint a pretty picture of me, love.” Draco admits, handing over the parchment.

“That’s how I see you.”

“You don’t need to lie.”

“It’s not a lie.”

“Tell me the truth of it and I will love you still.”

“Draco, this is the truth!”

“We both know how this ends. I need you to promise me that you’ll try to move forward, once I’m gone. I need you to promise that you won’t spend the rest of your life pining over me. Promise me, Rosanna.” Draco pleads, holding her gaze.

“I can’t promise that, you’re the only person that I-” she breaks off to collect her thoughts. “Sometimes it’s like the whole world is spinning and no one can feel it but me. Everything is rushing around me and I’m always running, struggling to keep up. But you make me feel like I can stand in one place without getting dizzy. You hold me still.”

“Rosanna,” he shakes his head.

“I hate the things that happened to you because of me. Everything you have to answer for is because of me. Because I asked you to, because I thought I was doing the right thing. You have every right to be angry about it. You have every right to hate me.” It’s only fair. “I hate myself.”

Draco draws in a ragged breath. “Don’t say that.” He grinds out, between gritted teeth, as if it were the worst, most heinous, thing he’s ever heard.

“You asked me to tell the truth.” Rosanna fires back, “that is the truth, I hate myself.”

“Please, don’t say that.” His voice is softer now, taking her face in his hands. “I wanted to make you happy, I tried. I-”

Rosanna rests her hands over his. “You gave me an incredible life, with so much happiness and I am so grateful.”

“Then how can you say that?”

“I ruined your life. I put a target on your back, I set you up to be hunted down and prosecuted. I tried to fix it, to set the record straight. I’ve been screaming, at the top of my lungs, for twenty years and no one can hear me.”

“I hear you,” Draco assures her. “I do.”

“If you get sentenced to Azkaban because of something I asked you to do, I won’t be able to live with that.” Rosanna confesses.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Draco sighs.

“If I don’t have you-”

“You have me. You will always have me. You are a part of me. To my bones, I am yours. No time, nor space between us will change that.” Where you go, I go.

Rosanna chokes back a sob, leaning in and pressing her lips to his.

“I hear you,” he says, against her mouth; damp with her tears and his own.

Her hands bury themselves in his hair. “I need you.”

“I am yours and you are mine.” Draco breathes, it was written in the stars before they were born.

Rosanna begins tugging at his clothes, trying to get closer to him. It’s not until they are bare, with his face buried dutifully between her thighs, that she settles. His tongue on her clit is nothing more than a temporary gentling, making her tremble and keen beneath him.

Draco drinks her in, possessive and greedy. Driving her to release, driving her to madness; legs clamped tightly to his ears. And when she cums, draped over the front of their sitting room couch, he can wait no longer. Repositioning her to lie across the cushions. Making her comfortable, keeping her safe.

“Please,” she whimpers. Because it’s not good enough, she needs him inside, so she won’t be alone. For once in her life she doesn’t care about what is right, she doesn’t want to be courageous or brave…or even free. She wants to be selfish and to get what she wants. “I want to be yours.” To be cherished, to be heard, to be loved.

To be loved is to be changed.

“You’re mine.” He is home. He is loved.

The thought comes again, unbidden. Clawing its way out from deep in her belly. “I hate myself.”

“I love you.” I hate myself.

“I love you.”

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"I can’t believe-" Scorpius breaks off, taking it all in. The train car has vanished, they are standing just outside of Hogwarts; forbidden forest howling behind them. It's after nightfall and the castle lights appear exceptionally beautiful, more so than any of them remember. "Did that really just work?"

"I'd say yes," Rose takes a step forward, on shaky legs. "But we need to figure out exactly where we are."

"You mean, when we are." Albus quips, only to be glared at by his cousin.

"By the looks of the Beauxbatons carriage, I'd say we're somewhere around the time of the triwizard tournament." Rose reasons.

"Alright then, let’s get to it." Scorpius nods.

"Wait," Rose stops him, listening closely for a moment. "We'll need some dress robes."

"For what?" Albus asks.

"I think we're going to the Yule Ball."

"Great," Al remarks, shrugging a shoulder. "We're not supposed to be seen, that makes perfect sense."

"We can be seen, so long as we're not recognized." Rose says, tugging the wand from her denims. "Who's going first?"

“Age before beauty,” Albus suggests, pointing his wand at her.

“Honestly?” Rose rolls her eyes, she’s been charmed into a fitted, powder blue, gown.

“Now you look just like a Beauxbaton’s girl.”

Rose configures his own outfit into the deep red Durmstrang robes, in retaliation.

“Oi!”

“As for you.” Rose flicks her wand again, this time at Scorpius. A pristine black dress suit.

“You know,” Albus cocks his head to the side, “now he might get mistaken for his father.”

“That might work to our benefit.” Rose decides, tucking away her wand and twisting her fiery curls into a makeshift updo.

Once they’re through the castle doors, they split up. Scorpius heads over to the refreshment table. If there’s one thing he knows about his mother, it’s that she fancies sweets. He’ll just wait her out.

He uses the ladle to pour a bit of punch into his cup. Something slams hard into his back, sending red liquid down the front of his dress robes. “Oof.” He grunts, turning around to find himself face to face with Rosanna McVay.

This girl has never known loss, or pain. She is innocent, with a thousand stars in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” she covers her mouth, with one hand. “I thought you were someone else.”

“It’s fine,” is all Scorpius can manage. It’s physically painful to look at her, yet he can’t bring himself to turn away.

“Here, let me help you.” She grabs some napkins from the table, attempting to sop up the mess from his robes.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll manage.” Scorpius stills her hands.

“Are you sure? I feel terrible.”

“Really, it’s fine.”

“Rosanna,” a new voice, his father’s voice, moving closer.

“I should go.”

Scorpius catches her wrist. Maybe he can undo this; maybe he can save this girl, save both of them. “Do you love him?” Tell me it was worth it. Tell me what to do.

“He’s not like everyone says.” Rosanna tells him.

Time turns again, only now without warning.

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Rosanna hears her muggle phone vibrating, on the side table. She makes no move to grab it, smoothing a hand over Draco’s hair. The pair of them are still crammed up on the couch; his head resting against her chest. He looks so peaceful, breath labored as he sleeps. His weight on her is welcome, tethering her to the earth. Holding her still.

After a moment, the vibrating stops. Only to start again.

Rosanna curses, under her breath. Accio phone.

The caller I.D. reads ‘Hermione,’ buzzing to life again.

“Hermione?” Rosanna answers, on the first ring.

“Where are you?” Hermione asks.

“I’m home,” Rosanna tells her, “why?”

“I just received word,” she breaks off, “Ro, I don’t know how this happened.”

“What happened?”

“Rose, Scorpius and Albus…they never made it to Hogwarts.”

“How is that possible?” Rosanna shakes her husband awake, softly.

“They vanished from the train- I- I’m down at the ministry with Ron and Harry. Can you come?”

“We’re on our way.”

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"What happened?" Scorpius asks. The trio is back where they started, present day. "Did one of you turn it?"

"No." Rose shakes her head, still in her gown.

"Something must be wrong with the time turner." Albus frowns.

"Well if it's dodgy, we probably shouldn't be using it." Rose concludes, turning up her nose. "I have a feeling she tampered with it."

"Who?" Scorpius demands, impatiently.

"You know very well who! The same person who stole it from the ministry." Rose tells him.

"Come off it, Rose." Scorpius scowls, "Delphi is only trying to help."

"She said all you had to do is turn it, therefore she must have already charmed it to where she wanted it to go." Rose takes a step closer, jabbing a finger into Scorpius' chest.

"That's barmy." Scorpius protests, cupping his hand over hers.

"Either way," Albus scratches the back of this neck uncomfortably, he hates when they fight. "I don't think we should play around with this. It's dangerous and we could wind up stuck wherever we land."

"I have to finish this." Scorpius shakes his head. Preparing to turn time, alone.

"Scorp, please," Albus reaches a hand out to stop him. "Your dad wouldn't want you to do this. If anything ever happened to you-"

"I know, I'll be careful...I just need to fix this." Scorpius insists.

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“Any news?” Draco asks, as they enter Harry’s office. Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione are waiting for them there.

“Still nothing.” Harry shakes his head.

“Damn it,” Draco breathes.

“Did you get word to the girls?” Hermione moves toward Rosanna, reaching for her arm.

Rosanna nods, taking her hand. “Leo and Arlo are on the way to my parent’s house. Lucius and Narcissa have Corina. Polaris and Vega left Hogwarts via portrait with James, they’re at the burrow. Hugo and Lily?”

“At the burrow,” Ron assures her.

“Assuming that our families are being targeted, that’s five of the children in one place.” Draco points out. “We need to move Vega and Polaris.”

“We’ll send reinforcements to the burrow,” Harry offers, instead.

“Very well,” Draco nods, mouth set in a firm line. “There are protective wards in place, I set them years ago. Have whoever you send set up a few more.”

“Thank you.” Ginny replies, turning away to make arrangements.

“You set protective wards around my parent’s house?” Ron had no idea.

“And yours,” Draco says, without hesitation, “Potter’s, Granger’s parents, the list goes on.”

“Well-” Ron stammers. “You didn’t need to do all that, Malfoy. We could’ve managed.”

“A simple thank you will suffice, Weaselbee. No need to blow a gasket.”

After all these years, Harry is surprised that Ron doesn’t understand. Draco is a simple being, he serves one purpose. Protect Rosanna and that which she loves. “Malfoy,” Harry cuts in, “I hate to ask, but your mark…do you feel anything?”

Draco’s dark mark is a subject strictly off limits.

Rosanna curls her fingers over the inside of her husband’s left forearm, protectively.

They tried to remove it, twice. The first time, Draco hacked up his arm himself. Mangled and bleeding over the washroom vanity. He sobbed for hours, even after Rosanna found him, healing him with magic, pressing kisses against his skin. He still has the scars.

The second time, Rosanna attempted to pull the dark magic from the mark itself. It was excruciating, as if the mark had twined itself with his soul.

“Not a thing, Potter.” Draco scoffs, “how’s the scar?”

Harry reels back, as though the question is somehow out of line. “Brilliant.”

They’re both lying.

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"Where are we?" Albus asks, scanning their surroundings. Time travel is severely disorienting.

"Looks like my parent's room." Scorpius whispers.

The trio scampers into the closet, away from view. As footsteps from the hallway draw near.

Rosanna steps in, sporting a lavender maternity dress. Her belly prominent enough to be seen through the material.

Flopping onto the bed, she runs her hands over the growing child, fondly.

The washroom door opens and Scorpius can see his father emerge, through the tiny crack in the wardrobe doors.

Rosanna rolls her head to the side. "Did you have a chance to look at names today?"

"Not yet, love." Draco sighs, turning toward his chest of drawers.

Rosanna's playful tone is gone. "You wanted another girl."

"He's yours, Rosanna, I'll love him."

Scorpius' heart sinks. His father didn't want him. His father who held him up on his shoulders, when Scorpius wasn't tall enough to see. His father who wrote him everyday, while he was away at school. His father who loves him…only because he is Rosanna’s son.

Albus' hand finds his, giving a reassuring squeeze. He knows what it's like to feel unwanted, in a way that Rose never would.

"What the hell does that mean?" Rosanna demands, the angry vein pulsing in her neck.

"I'll be a rubbish father to a son." Draco murmurs, under his breath.

Oh, Scorpius sighs. No, you'll be brilliant. You'll be the best father anyone could have.

"He'll grow to resent me and I'll fail him. I'll fail you." The platinum haired man sits at the edge of their bed.

Rosanna reaches toward him, resting a hand on his lower back. "Draco, no you won't."

Time whirls around without them, again, without warning.

"There's got to be a way we can get this stupid thing to work." Scorpius says, through gritted teeth.

"Let me see." Rose takes the turner, holding it away from her body. "Finite Incantatem." If something was controlling the time turner, it's not anymore. "Give it one last go."

They wind up on the return train to Hogwarts, days before the death eaters are scheduled to appear through the vanishing cabinet.

"Brilliant work, Rose." Scorpius breathes as they scamper into an empty train car, to devise a plan.

Part 15

[stellarcoachman]

Novembmas Day 5: Stars / Outdoors

Another similar one to yesterday's. I promise the next one is a bit happier.

Emmet didn’t want to do this. He argued that he would rather spend the time catching up on work. Or sleeping. But Elesa insisted that he come with them. ‘For his health.’

So he’s sitting on a grassy hill outside Mistralton, sandwiched between Skyla and Burgh and looking at the stars. He has to admit, it’s a good night for it. The moon is full and bright and the weather is still reasonably warm.

Skyla keeps pointing out constellations, and although he doesn’t always see exactly what she’s talking about, her explanations of how they’ve been used for navigation for centuries are verrry interesting. To his surprise, Burgh also knows a lot about them, although his interest lies in a much different direction. As it turns out, there have been a lot of different artistic interpretations of the constellations over the years.

He learns the names of a lot of them and the stories behind them, which he finds interesting. Many are named after famous people and Pokemon from myth, some of which Emmet has heard of and some of which he hasn’t. The story of Scorpius, the Venipede partner of one of the twin heroes, is famous in Unova. Less familiar are the stories about Capricornus, the Gogoat, or even Pisces, the matched pair of Basculin. Skyla points out the constellations called Ursa Minor and Ursa Major, which apparently depict a Teddiursa and an Ursaring, the same Pokemon before and after evolution. The story of Vulpecula is much more vague, many of the details lost to time. All that’s really known is that the Pokemon in question was a Zoroark, and that the story, oddly, originates from Sinnoh.

All told, he can begrudgingly admit that he has fun. When they finally part ways, much later than he would like to have stayed up typically, he makes sure to thank Elesa for making him come along.

Ingo shivers as he sits in the snow with Warden Calaba and Warden Gaeric. He appreciates them taking the time to teach him the survival skills he’s so badly lacking, but he feels he could do without the freezing temperatures of the Icelands at night. He doesn’t voice this, not wanting to be rude when they’re trying to help him.

Instead, he tries to ignore the cold and focus on the lesson. They’re teaching him about the constellations and how to use them to orient himself should he get lost in the Icelands. Again. It’s an important skill, for obvious reasons, and he really is trying, but he has a hard time seeing the shapes they’re pointing out to him. This is partially because the stars simply look like, well, stars and not various Pokemon, but also because he can’t quite shake the feeling that the stars look just a bit wrong. It’s very distracting.

When he asks, they tell him the stories behind some of the constellations. They tell him about Pisces, the pair of Basculegion, one of which is supposedly the original Noble Basculegion, and Rangifer, the Noble Wyrdeer. Warden Calaba points out Ursa Minor and Ursa Major, which she says depict a Teddiursa and an Ursaluna respectively. The Ursaluna is apparently chasing after Draco, the great Gyarados which twists around the other side of Ursa Minor. Warden Gaeric points out Vulpecula, and tells the story of a Zorua pup, which uses its illusions to trick a Staraptor into becoming its meal. 

The story is transparently a warning about how dangerous the Pokemon can be, since even such a young one can take down a Pokemon much larger and stronger through nothing but trickery. Ingo knows that the Zorua and Zoroark are dangerous, he’s experienced this first hand, but even so, the story feels a little unfair to them. They’re only acting in their nature. He doesn’t voice this, knowing that it would only draw attention to his own strangeness and quite possibly earn him another lecture about being cautious of wild Pokemon.

When the lesson finally ends, Ingo is very glad to be able to return to the warmth of his tent, but he does make sure to stop and thank the two Wardens for going out of their way to help him. He really does appreciate the effort, even if he’s not sure he would actually be able to navigate by the stars.

[sitp-recs]

Hello! Any writer!Draco fics you can recommend?

Hi anon, absolutely! I reckon that’s a pretty common trope in fic nowadays. I’ve decided to include journalist!Draco as well, in case you’re interested:

He Whose Hand and Eye Are Gentle by khalulu (2017, G, 5k)

Draco reads poems and sometimes writes them. Harry receives poems and sometimes reads them. Rutherford delivers poems via the scenic route.

i just want your extra time and your.... by @bonesliketambourines (2020, E, 9k)

Ron should know better than to speak Latin in a magical library. If he’d just left well enough alone, instead of trying to badger Malfoy for the details of his newest novel, Harry wouldn’t have to listen to all of this chatter about how bloody decent Malfoy is, and he wouldn’t be dealing with all of these...feelings.

coffee & communication: a (slow) romance by @softlystarstruck (2022, E, 11k)

Nearly a decade after the war, Draco has made a life for himself in Muggle London, writing romance novels and hanging out with his cat.

Dream by the Fire by GallifreyisBurning (2020, M, 11k)

When Draco Malfoy resurfaces in England after eight years abroad—tattooed, pierced, and wanting to take over a corner of Harry's coffee shop to work on a writing project—Harry can't help but be intrigued.

Write the Way Out by carpemermaid (2017, E, 14k)

When Draco finally gets his first real assignment as a reporter for the Daily Prophet, he didn’t imagine that he would be given the Potter beat.

100 Beats per Minute by @oknowkiss (2022, E, 14k)

When Draco left the Magical World behind at nineteen, he didn't expect the cusp of thirty would find him comfortable and secure, with a stable life and a successful career as a sex columnist.

Romance, in Quartet by @potteresque-ire (2014, E, 14k)

Draco Malfoy, the writer of WWN's The Romance Hour, found solace in his quill as his son Scorpius battled cancer.

Reading Malfoy by Femme (2013, M, 15k)

After thirteen years of hiding himself away in Muggle London, Draco Malfoy shows up again in the wizarding world--with a wickedly amusing memoir in hand. Harry doesn't want to read it. Really. He doesn't.

Sourdough by @academicdisasterfic (2021, M, 17k)

Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

Sparks from the Fox’s Tail by khalulu (2013, T, 17k)

Draco is frustrated with his career as a travel writer, when a mini-tirade from Mrs Weasley and an encounter with the portrait of an intrepid great-great-great-aunt lead him to Finland to study wandless magic.

Gossip Boys by mypetelephant (2012, E, 24k)

Confiscated Dark objects have been disappearing from the Ministry, and journalist Harry Potter is on the case. Unfortunately, he has to drag along Draco Malfoy, gossip columnist extraordinaire, whose subject of choice is everyone's favorite desultory hero.

If We Were Honest by @daisymondays (2018, E, 26k)

Two years ago, Draco and Harry had a whirlwind secret romance that ended in heart-break. Since then Draco's written a best-selling novel based on their relationship, but with one key difference—the characters get a happily ever after.

The Boy and the Sleeping Prince by phoenixacid and @writcraft (2014, E, 26k)

Harry is miserable and tired of being an Auror, coasting through life until he’s forced to make some changes. Spurred on by his passion for drawing and working with best-selling author Draco Malfoy, Harry develops a charm which gives children a magical, interactive reading experience.

Written Proof by @m0srael (2021, E, 34k)

Draco's move home to Wiltshire after more than a decade is anything but easy. He's given up an illustrious career in journalism to pursue poetry, his mother's health is declining, and it seems that the War isn't quite as 'in the past' as Draco assumed.

All Roads by @korlaena and Saulaie (2019, M, 36k)

Draco hates his job at the Prophet. He hates it even more when he’s assigned to write an article on Harry Potter, who left the country three years ago after their falling out.

Picking Up Pieces by @tessacrowley (2017, E, 44k)

Fifteen years after the War, Draco is a social recluse and award winning author. Harry is an auror who works too hard, ensuring his old war wounds never heal.

Antonym of Silence by @xx-thedarklord-xx (2021, M, 45k)

No witnesses, no sign of a break-in, wards intact and a missing person. Just what happened to Draco Malfoy? Was he even still alive? All Harry's got to go off of is a wrecked house, a silent painting, and a journal full of private emotions.

Had To Be You by @lettersbyelise (2018, E, 59k)

Draco Malfoy is possibly the last person Harry expects to find at the wheel of a Muggle car, on a beautiful summer day on the road to London.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (2019, E, 99k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life.

Turn by Saras_Girl (2013, E, 306k)

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

[maguro13-2]

Bear Attack on the Star Festival

Andy : Hey, Fuuko. since July 6 isn't your birthday, That's for the 25h anniversary ain't it?

Fuuko : Yeah, I thought July 6th was my birthday, but I mentioned we forgot about the premiere of Fairy Tail's show. I just remembered it's not July 6 that is lain's 25th anniversary, My birthday is on the same day Star Festival!

Andy : And that is why you couldn't rethink that you were the only one who figured that July 7th was actually your birthday. Fuuko, why didn't you tell me you were born on tanabata?

Fuuko : You wanna look at the stars on my birthday? I once looked at it on my PSP with Homestar Portable.

Andy : It looks great, let's do it for your birthday!

*later at night*

[Secret Longing by SEGA SOUND TEAM]

Andy : [Watching the stars] This is nice.

Fuuko : [Watching the stars] Yep.

Andy : So, first time having a date with me on watching the stars?

Fuuko : I could see them all night If I have to.

Andy : Would could see so many constellations. We got Aquila, Leo, Scorpius, the other zodiac constellations, etcetera.

Fuuko : Wow. So much of the stars, they look great during the festival. It looks great with my own eyes, me being a star that is. And look, Andy. There's the North Star. It could lead us to where our future.

Andy : And there's the big dipper coming to life that is about to attack us.

Fuuko : You said it, Andy.

*Tire Screeching*

Fuuko : *Realizing* Wait, did you say "Big Dipper"?

Andy : Well, I think said it.

Fuuko : Uh, Andy? That's not the Big Dipper, I believe the iconic Big Dipper in the stars however reminds that...*panicking* IT'S ACTUALLY A BEAR WITH A LONG TAIL!

Gina : Oh come on, guys! There's no such thing that the Big Dipper comes to life, Although there was a kid named Dipper on a such term of solving the mysteries of weirdness plaguing a town in the state of Oregon.

*Ursa Major growls*

Andy : [stutters]

Fuuko : Not now, Andy. We're just trying to get along with something.

*Fuuko sees something in shock*

Fuuko : [stutters]

Gina : What? What do you want? *turns and sees Ursa Major* Yep, that is one big bear. I thought the flag of Alaska was based on a bear, but this one is actually a real bear that is actually...that's not a male...*panicking* BUT A WOMAN NAMED CALLISTO IS GOING TO ATTACK ME ON PURPOSE!!! *runs off*

*Ursa Major Roars furiously*

Fuuko and Andy : Gina!

*Ursa Major (Callisto) Runs after Gina*

*Gina gets beaten up*

Gina : *pained screaming+shouting*

*Ursa Major leaves*

Fuuko : See what I mean, Gina? Do you think so that you would like the festival? It would've been more dangerous than camping in the woods

Ursa Major : No! Not as much as I wanted from you guys. I couldn't care less about that or the festival, I CARE ABOUT RUNNING FOR MY LIFE!!!

*Spindash Legs+Runs off*

Fuuko : GINA, WAIT!

*Ursa Major runs after Gina+beating up her once again*

Gina : *pained screaming+shouting*

*Ursa Major leaves again*

Fuuko : Except that in order, since I'm not wearing shoes to keep off with the noise, the bears hate making noise when you wear shoes.

Gina : [in pain] Well, Excuse me, Princess. I don't mind giving your advice of not wearing shoes all the time, remember the time that you...

*Ursa Major Charges again+beats Gina up twice*

Gina : *Pained yelling+shouting*

*Ursa Major Leaves again*

Fuuko : Maybe, you wouldn't been telling me something if we had something to be protective, that would be alright for us!

Andy : That makes us easier to not distract the noise! So it's our safety that we needed protection from the dangers of that.

Fuuko : Here, take this and draw a circle. It should easily defend yourself.

Gina : Okay, thanks for that, Lucky girl! I hope I got this right, now. Aw, Man! This isn't a circle at all!

*Ursa Major Charges at Gina one last time+beating her up*

Gina : *pained yelling+Shouting* WHY GOOOOOOD!!!

*Ursa Major leaves*

Fuuko : I told you. That Ovals does not protect you! It has to be a perfect circle like we have one right now!

Gina : Then move over here! I need room for myself to be protected!

*Ursa Major comes back to check a circle protecting that*

Gina : Ha! Serves you right!

*Ursa Major points to Gina telling that she would get her next time*

*Ursa Major leaves for real this time*

Gina : Man, I don't know what's creepier than that. But you barely saved my life from that monstrosity from the stars!

Fuuko : Well, at least that's over now! We won't worry about it, no matter what the costs! At least, we wished someone for me to have a happy birthday and have wonderful Tanabata

Andy : You darn right it is. Wait, who did you wished for on my birthday!

*FLASH ZAP*

Shinra : I'M BACK FOR SEASON 3, SUCKERS!

Andy : Well, crud. At least, this is going to be the best birthday we ever seen!

Fuuko : Yep.

Gina : Of course. Also, could you take me to the hospital, I've been covered in bruises!

[ncthcnielmcrshcll]

"Strangle me huh? Kinky." Nathaniel couldn't resist teasing now that he'd essentially gotten the green light once more. Honestly, half the fun was in seeing just how far he could push the blonde before the other man did something about it. "No, I haven't. I'm fairly sure you would know if I had." It wasn't like he hadn't done it before after all. "My body was the issue. You weren't looking after it like a good boyfriend should. See, even more reason why I was right to not put a label on it before now." Nathaniel pointed out, noting the bar nearby and guiding Scorpius towards it though he paused for long enough to give the other a look that was full of heat and temptation, a filthy smirk on his lips as he answered Scorpius without a seconds hesitation. "Oh, feel free to dangle it in front of my face whenever you like. You won't find me complaining." As they continued on, Nathaniel motioned to the bartender, ordering them both a drink before he pressed his back against the wood of the bar, drawing Scorpius in close once more. "I wouldn't know. I don't recall being RSVP'ed." He pointed out with a raised eyebrow though it wasn't as though he'd expected to be of course. "From what I heard it was quite the affair however. Remind me never to try and drag you down the aisle. I'd rather spare myself the embarrassment of being jilted at the altar."

"And yet, you still choose the names that make me want to strangle you at the best of times. Really goes to say something about our relationship dynamic, huh?" Scorpius couldn't help but tease the other, relaxing into the feeling of the others arm around him. "So if you haven't started your seduction techniques, what has all of this been? Just general temptation and teasing?" Scorpius let out a loud scoffed laugh at the others words. "You basic human rights." He scoffed again. "Yes, because sex was way more important than the human right of healing and not having your body give up on you. My mistake." He told the other with a roll of his eyes. "You're not some sort of incubus, therefore I hardly think you'd wither away." Scorpius looked at the other, "Contrary to popular belief, I'm not that cruel. I wouldn't promise something like that, dangle it in front of your face like a carrot on a string only to take it back when we're alone." Scorpius told the other. "Also, you're not the only one who has been suffering in that department. I've been missing it too, but your wellbeing was more important to me." Scorpius hummed, "Well clearly you weren't at my wedding. Backed out of that."

[m0srael]

A Very Abbreviated List of the Ludicrous Places That I, Draco Lucius Malfoy-Potter, Have Found You, Harry “Bloody Saviour” Malfoy-Potter, Asleep:

1. The couch in the eighth year common room.

Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Draco, that’s not even weird! Couches are meant to be slept on! Everyone fell asleep on that couch!

It’s called a common room for a reason, Harry. It’s rude, first of all, and second—it’s gross! Do you know how many people have shagged on that couch? I can name at least ten right now!

2. My bed in the eighth year dorm.

My nightmares—

And don’t blame this one on your nightmares—

Fine. You got me, I admit it. I had a giant, embarrassing crush on you.

I knew it.

3. The floor of my mother’s drawing room.

In my defense, your mum’s way too liberal with the mulled wine at the holidays, and that hearth rug is unnaturally comfortable.

You’re not a crup, Harry. I’ll allow the couch before the floor. Honestly.

4. On my stoop.

Our stoop, thanks, and you locked me out! What else was I supposed to do?! Though, that welcome mat is almost more comfortable than your mum’s hearth rug, maybe I should…

Don’t you dare. I had to teach you a lesson about what happens to naughty boys who don’t listen.

I can think of a few other lessons I might need teaching.

Harry!

5. In Scorpius’s crib.

That was one time, and neither of us had slept for more than two hours at a time for weeks! I just thought maybe he’d stop crying. I was right, by the way.

You couldn’t have been comfortable. I don’t even know how you got yourself in there, you massive oaf.

I have some news that may come as a shock, Draco. I’m a wizard.

I will lock you out again, Merlin help me…

6. In the front row at Elphias Doge’s funeral.

Oh, come on, even you were stifling a yawn every five minutes! I don’t care if the man was a war hero, he was older than dirt and just as dull! We were the only guests there under 100!

It was horribly gauche, Harry, and they ran that photo in The Prophet for weeks! Shame on you, you atrocious man. Stop laughing.

7. The honeymoon suite at the Ritz Paris.

What? I never—

Portkey leaves first thing in the morning.

…What?

You’ve been working so hard, we deserve a break. Molly’s going to watch Scorp.

But, Harry—

No buts. I’ve already confirmed it with your boss. We’ve got a whole week to drink wine and eat bread and do this, mmmf—

—hmff, wait, no, Harry. We can’t stay in the honeymoon suite, we’ve been married for seven years!

Oh okay, I’ll owl them right now and ask for a downgrade.

Now that I think about it…

Mmhm. C’mere. I’m feeling sleepy…

some fluffy words for @drarrymicrofic’s prompt “Sleepy”

[magiclwritings]

He'd been vaguely aware that the probability of his mouth hanging open at that moment was astronomically high. Because as he lived and breathed that blonde hair was darting around the space below his apartment like nothing at all had ever been more right in his life. And it was absolutely morbid curiosity that propelled his body into that space. There was no other way to explain it other than some sort of pure carnal itch he needed to engage with. There had been whispers of Scorpius from Teddy and various others through the years he'd been away but he swore he hadn't changed since that last day at Hogwarts. That last look he'd gotten of the other Slytherin before Rose ushered him onto the train to head home for the final time.

Al watched the the chairs and table assemble so effortlessly. It was then he'd remembered just how eloquent the magic coming from this particular individual had always looked and felt. A bit of envy still welled in his chest and quietly did just as he'd suggested. It was only then that he'd really had a chance to look at the space itself. The wine bottle and cake secured on the table, Albus took a small look around the room with the millions of thoughts doing just the same in his head. Lily had known. She'd helped set this up, but why? Did Teddy know? Rose? How many others were holding this secret from him. Not that they really needed to justify anything they did. Lily most likely got three times the rent she'd normally have. Clever. "It's .. n-nice. A lot nicer than anyone else that's been here." He offered, truly unsure what the hell to say to this man now looking at him expectantly.

It was then that his eyes landed on Scorpius and he truly took him in. He was starting to look more and more like Draco. He'd always thought that even when they were younger but now with some years on him and time away. There was no question how truly strong those Malfoy genetics really were. It was then that he'd felt himself giggle a little under his breath and he'd done his best to stifle it in that moment. His teeth digging into to his lower lip to keep it at bay. Al drew in a deep breath through his nose and he sighed to himself. "I'm sorry." He started, crossing his arms over his chest and he let his head drop for just a moment trying to gather himself before a true laughing fit to hold. But another giggle erupted from his lips and this time he just couldn't stop.

Albus laughed and laughed until tears were streaming down his face. Because what was the actual rational response to this? He was hunched over then, his stomach starting to contract in the most uncomfortable way. He tried drawing in deeper breaths only to have them stifled by another roar of laughter that lasted only another moment. "S-sorry." He shook out and gasped softly. The need for air was overriding the hilarity of the moment and Al found himself damn near gasping as he came to stand right. "You can't really just be standing here below my apartment right now." His arms holding onto himself as if it were the only thing that would keep him in place at that moment.

All those nights he wondered and hoped that there was something, somewhere that would make Scorpius just leave like that. That there was a reason and that he just had to figure out what it was. But there was nothing. And there had been nothing for years and now that blonde hair and damn near grey eyes were looking at him as if they expected the world of him. But did he? Did he really owe him anything? Did either of them owe the other? Al sighed softly and motioned towards the wine behind him. "Think we might need more than that to toast this place." He offered, because the reality was that it was clear that Scorpius was intent on having this business. And he should. Albus had his own life and maybe, just maybe Lily had turned a new leaf and was wanting to help him. Maybe they had all grown past what was in the past. "I think you've got a few things to catch me up on if you're going ot be running business under my bedroom." He teased, but was in all other matters serious about that. Mostly he just wanted to know what the fuck had happened and where he'd been. All so he could go and throttle his sister and Teddy and the rest of the delinquents in this damn family when he was done.

Scorpius turned around to marvel at the work he had done. The walls were painted a soft blue-grey that reminded him of home. He was proud of himself for doing it by hand instead of magic. Something he had been working on was enjoying taking the time to do things by hand. Growing up as he did, it was easy to fall into the lure of magic especially with his mother whispering in his ear about purebloods and his father lecturing him on how there was more to life than magic. 

Looking at the walls, feeling the light sheen of sweat on his forehead, the ache in his muscles, Scorpius understood his father in that moment. His hands had created this. It was beautiful. 

He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead in sheer exhaustion. All he wanted to do was return to Teddy’s and take a shower. Scorpius was covered in paint splatter. His face, his arms, even in his hair. But he was eager to get the store up and running as soon as possible. So he dragged his aching body over to the shelves and started mounting them. 

“That you, Lils?” He called out as he heard the door open behind him. He finished the row he was currently working on, tugging on it to make sure it was steady. Scorpius walked to the door, opening it, “I thought you sai-” His mouth snapped shut as he came face to face with Albus. “Hi,” Scorpius said softly, unable to fight the sudden shyness creeping in his bones. Albus looked…really good. Breathtakingly good. Of course Scorpius wasn’t shocked by that. It was hard to avoid any news of the Quidditch star. He didn’t have the ability to slip out of the view of journalists the way Scorpius had. 

His gaze lingered on Al’s face and then down to his hands, spying the bottle of wine and treat from the bakery. “Is that a welcome gift?” Scorpius opened the door wider, beckoning the other inside. “Come in and we can split it.” 

Scorpius moved into the shop, pulling out his wand. He flicked it and pulled two chairs and a small table into the center of the room. He couldn’t read Albus’ expression anymore, which stung because there was a time when Scorpius swore he knew what Albus was feeling without even looking at him. Now he looked at him, and he couldn’t decipher anything. Was he angry? Probably. Happy to see him? Maybe with time. Maybe after some answers. “I got back today,” He said as he sat down. As if he had just gone on holiday for a week instead of years. “Felt like the right time to set down roots. Let me be the first to welcome you to Fresh Brews, my potions shop.”

[smilesobrien]

i know nothing about anime girls but i LOVE your matching of anime girls to weird little scifi freaks please keep up the good work

this is such a lovely ask anon! as your reward, i present you with an image and an infodump:

So my go-to anime gorls are the characters of the love live! (exclamation mark necessary) franchise. there are 4 series- school idol project, sunshine, nijigasaki school idol club, and superstar. sumire up there (on the left) is from superstar- she's obsessed with becoming famous, hence why i felt she goes well with power-hungry kai winn.

you may stop reading here if you are not interested in my anime sales pitch. but if you are- READ ON!

the love live! franchise is about school idols; essentially, high school girls who become pop stars, for various reasons. as a whole the love live! franchise is refreshingly optimistic, much like star trek. the plot lines and characterization get deeper with each series, but at the end of the day it's still optimistic fun with nice music, so it's always enjoyable. each series features a different group of girls, so you don't need to watch all of them to understand the most recent ones. my personal favourite is superstar (the most recent one)- however, i do think they're all worth the time... mostly. you definitely do not need to watch the diet episode in school idol project LOL.

also, believe it or not, it has themes, besides music. broadly they're all about community; pulling together to make something greater than the sum of your parts. sunshine & superstar also have themes of overcoming failure, and nijigasaki goes further into depth about growing and changing as a person. it's compelling tv! i don't want to spoil series plotlines publicly, but i can absolutely give folks the lowdown in dms if anybody is interested and wants more details!

if length is a factor for you (and it definitely is for me), you may be relieved to hear that episodes are only half an hour long. pretty standard for anime but if you're coming from trek (likely anyone reading this is) that's pretty short! seasons are also shorter, at 13eps each, and each series thus far only has 2 seasons, so it's a walk in the park to anyone who's waded thru seven seasons of their preferred trek.

also it's regrettable that i even have to say this, but most of the time the franchise is pretty good about not sexualizing its high school age cast. school idol project is the worst offender- i found it bearable, but if you're sensitive to the (sigh) boob grabbing gags that were inescapable in the anime of the time, you may not enjoy it. it doesn't happen in every episode, but i still want to give a heads up to anyone in the audience who finds it triggering or even just cringe (because it is).

another note- if you recall riamu with scorpius from the other day, you should be aware that she's from idolmaster, not love live!- i am not nearly as into idolmaster as i am love live, but i highly recommend viewing otahen anthem on youtube, preferably with lyric translation subtitles. you will understand my vision that way...

if you are a love live! enjoyer. 🧍🏼‍♂️. well umm. i don't rly expect any of u guys. but if u are interested in the opposite direction- if you want to know about these sci-fi people i keep drawing with ll! girls- let me know and i will whip up a post just for u...

[friendofhayley]

The February 2022 Multifandom Fic Rec is here! This month flew by too fast but also got me knee deep into a new poly ship that I'm obsessing over. Thank you to every content creator out there, y'all are our shining stars. This Fic Rec includes fics from the fandoms. Enjoy!

Geralt/Jaskier/Yennifer (The Witcher)

1. lilac and buttercups by @ivegotbreadinmypants | pre-transformation Yennifer is the best, she's as feral! as Jaskier - more heavy on the Yennskier - immortal Jaskier - star-crossed lovers - 5k

Jaskier has walked the Continent for decades. He's seen it all. Nothing, however, could have prepared him for the violet-eyed hunchback who shines with hurt and power.

He's never been so enamored.

2. Couples Therapy by TheBookMouse | modern AU - this is literally my dream - Geralt is a himbo malewife and Yennifer is a power girlboss, as usual - and they were roommates - 6k

Geralt and Yennefer have been in an on-again-off-again relationship for six years. When they start pissing off their roommate Jaskier with their arguments, he suggests they go to couples therapy. They go in a couple, they come out at the end as more than that.

3. lilacs and dandelions by @limerental | listen this fic got me in the feels, I literally had to stop and come back a week later! aaa! - they just love each other so much - found family with a pinch of pegging - slow burn bc of Geralt's self-esteem - 46k

“The Witcher believes you’re under a spell,” Yennefer said, conversationally, drawing a sip from her tea.

“I most certainly am,” said Jaskier to her in a warm drawl that Geralt recognized as the tone of voice he slipped into when flirting and frankly, things needed to start making more sense and fast before he gave into his impulse to do something rash and wholly unhelpful. Namely, chuck himself out the cottage window and into the sea.

4. our voices collide with each howl of the tide by dragon_rider | creature Jaskier - if you have body dysmorphia, mixed-race, and/or have low self-esteem this will be a rollercoaster ride for you, trust me - WINTER IN KAER MORHEN - found family - 29k

It reeked of slaughter, both fresh and old, as soon as he went through the portal and into enemy territory.

Soldiers in black armour immediately tried to take him down so he started Singing, reaching for the dormant power deep within him.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

1. Driving Mr. Derek by I_JustWokeUp | author-made media to tell the story, so cool!!! - misunderstandings - a splash of Derek/Jackson - mutual pining - 9k

Derek no longer has a license to drive. So Laura steps in and hires fresh-out-of-college-with-useless-major Stiles Stilinski to drive him around.

2. And We'll Be Complicated by ingberry | selective amnesia - homophobic gnomes - magical Stiles - misunderstandings - 18k

Stiles already had his hands full with the case he was working on for the enigmatic Mrs. B. He really didn't need this too, but there was no changing the fact that he no longer remembered Derek Hale or anything connected to him. And no one could figure out why.

Drarry (Harry Potter)

1. A Touch Of Respect by donnarafiki | consent! is! for! everybody! including! kids! - established relationship - chronic illness - family dynamics soz - 23k

Five year old Scorpius isn't fond of people touching him, and he has a million reasons for it. However, his father is of the opinion that just saying 'no' should be enough without giving any of those reasons, but not everyone in his new-found family agrees.

2. It's No Great Mystery by agentmoppet | first Drarry Harry POV time loop I've seen! - angst with a happy ending - ghosts and portraits are his only peers, v cool - Harry has PTSD and depression - 57k

Who on earth decided that bringing back the Yule Ball for their eighth year would be a good idea? It feels like the worst day of Harry’s life, watching everyone get glammed up like the war never happened, like the last Triwizard Tournament wasn’t such a colossal failure.

And then it happens again. And again. And again.

3. Petals on the Breeze by @luna-lenaa | Fae Drarry - canon divergence - Ron is a Bad Friend - BAMF Narcissa Black - 125k+

After witnessing Harry’s return with Cedric’s dead body at the end of the Triwizard Tournament, Draco begins to question his father’s ambitions and beliefs. His mother reveals her, and, therefore, his non-human heritage soon afterward, and they realize they must go into hiding or suffer as all non-humans will when Voldemort comes into power.

They go to the only person they think might be able to help and also be too noble to use their situation against them:

Harry Potter.

[curlyy-hair-dont-care]

Floral Pistachio

“We have to go there, Papa. It's grandma and my favourite,” Scorpius cried excitedly, dragging Draco by the hand. “That’s the shop right there,” he squealed and made a dash for it.

Draco jogged the last few feet and entered the shop called L’etoile . He leaned against a counter to catch his breath but the sight in front of him stole it away once again.

There was Scorpius, seated on a table top chattering away with none other than Harry Potter himself.

“Scorpius! What have I told you about running on the streets!” Draco chided, finally finding his tongue.

“I’m sorry, Papa,” the five-year-old pouted before resuming munching on a chocolate éclair.

When did he get that? “What are you eating, Scorp?”

“Chocolate éclair,” he mumbled, cream and chocolate smeared around his little mouth. “Harry always lets me try the specials of the day.”

Harry laughed and gently wiped the boy’s face with a napkin as Draco gaped at them.

“That’s not polite, Scorp,” he sputtered.

“Grandma doesn't mind, and I always thank Harry,” he said indignantly and Harry hid a snort.

Draco huffed and made a mental note to have a word about all of this with his mother. But not today. Today was her birthday and they needed to get back on task, which was buying her favourite cake from her favourite bakery as per Scorpius.

“I’m sorry, Potter. Please allow me to pay for this.”

“Please, it’s on the house. I can’t charge my little taste tester and critic here!” Harry grinned. “So what can I get for y’all today?”

“We’re looking for the ‘Floral Pistachio?’” Draco fumbled glancing at Scorpius who nodded effusively.

“It’s grandma’s birthday and she likes pistachios.”

“Great choice!” Harry beamed at Scorpius. “I just baked one this morning!” he turned and smiled at Draco. “It's got pistachios – obviously – cardamom, rosewater, a hint of lemon, balsamic-soaked strawberries and refreshing rose buttercream.”

Harry brought out a beautiful cake frosted in baby pink and pistachio green, topped with beautiful piped roses. “I just finished piping these before you arrived,” he proudly displayed his creation as Draco looked at it in awe while Scorpius eyed it hungrily. He had evidently inherited his sweet tooth from his dad.

“It’s also known as the Persian Love Cake,” Harry continued, “The story behind the name is that once upon a time there was a Persian woman madly in love with a prince. To make him fall in love with her, she baked him this cake, filled with magical love powers,” Harry said wistfully before remembering his audience. “I’m so sorry, I get carried away sometimes,” he blushed. “So, ‘Floral Pistachio’… I’ll pack it up.”

While Harry packed up the cake, Scorpius dragged Draco to the display case and showed him all his favourite confections.

“Will that be all?” Harry asked.

Draco hesitated. “Could we also have a box of the éclairs Scorp was having? They looked delicious.”

“Of course! These are on the house for my favourite customer,” Harry said as he handed over the items.

“Oh, no, Potter, we can't –”

“I insist! And please wish Narcissa a happy birthday from me.”

Draco nodded as Scorpius piped up, “We’re having a party for Grandma tonight, you should come, Harry!”

“Oh, I wouldn't want to impose,” Harry mumbled.

Draco’s not sure what made him do this, but he added, “You should come. I’m sure Mother would like that. Andy and Teddy will be there, too.”

“Yesss, pleaseeee, Harry,” Scorpius pleaded.

“Okay,” he relented.

Scorpius cheered as Draco gave him the time and Floo details before leaving the store.

Draco spent the rest of the day in a daze. Harry Potter was coming over for dinner tonight.

Harry spent the rest of the day with a smile on his face and a skip in his step.

At 6 pm sharp, Harry stepped out of the Floo at Malfoy Manor. He had left the bakery early, requesting Luna to cover the last few hours for him. After a quick change of clothes, he’d nipped to Grimmauld Place’s wine cellar to select a bottle of wine and picked up a delicate bouquet of blue agapanthus, white oriental lilies and large white roses.

Teddy and Andy were already there and Narcissa greeted him warmly. They made small talk, drank, ate and laughed. Harry was seated next to Draco during dinner and they chatted about Scorpius and Teddy, Draco’s job, and Harry's bakery. It was an unsurprisingly comfortable evening.

After dinner, they all retired to the living room. Draco played a few songs on the piano before cutting Narcissa’s birthday cake.

“Oh, this is simply gorgeous, Harry!” Andromeda gasped when the cake was brought out.

“Absolutely divine as always!” Narcissa raved after taking a dainty bite.

Once Scorpius had finished his second slice of cake, Draco decided it was time for bed. “Come on darling, you’ve had a long day, it’s time for bed,” Draco cooed and gently lifted his son off the sofa.

“Oh sit, Draco, I’ll put him to bed, it's Teddy’s bedtime as well,” Andy said as she took Scorpius from Draco’s arms.

The teen looked like he was about to protest but a look from Andy had him shutting up.

“Can cousin Teddy read me a bedtime story? He does the best impressions!” Scorpius asked cheerfully.

“Oh yes, Nan, can I, please?” Teddy asked, his hair turning a shade of platinum blond to match Scorpius.

“Oh alright, but just one story and you must brush your teeth and change into your jammies first,” Andy relented. “Now say goodbye to everyone and head upstairs.”

After a series of goodbyes and goodnights and I love yous and hugs, the kids went upstairs.

“I should get going too,” Harry said.

“Oh,” Draco replied. Did he sound disappointed?

“Why don't you stay for a cup of tea, Harry dear. I’ll just put the kettle on,” Narcissa said and left the room.

After a few beats of awkward silence, Harry spoke. “Thanks for inviting me, Draco, I had a lovely time.”

“Thanks for coming, and for the lovely wine. Oh and that delicious cake!” he moaned.

Harry flushed. “I meant what I said, by the way. You can come by Grimmauld Place whenever and I can show you the wine cellar. I’m sure you’d appreciate it more than me!”

Draco smiled, then snarked, “Of course, I’m an oenophile. But only if you promise to feed me some sweets as well!”

“It’s a date,” Harry laughed and Draco had a pleased blush on his face.

And if they heard some squealing and shushing coming from behind the kitchen door, they chose to ignore it.

It was past 6 pm on Saturday when Draco stepped out of the Floo at Grimmauld Place as instructed by Harry in his letter.

The house looked cheerful and airy, with large windows, light walls and comfortable furniture. It looked homey and inviting, unlike the house he had visited as a child with his mother. Harry had definitely worked on it.

“Draco, is that you? I’m in the kitchen, come on through.”

Draco followed the sound of the voice and found Harry in the kitchen icing a cake while wearing an apron that said ‘I cook as good as I look.’

“Hey, nice apron,” Draco smirked as Harry broke into a grin.

“Hi, make yourself comfortable. I’m just finishing this up.”

“What is it? Looks sinful,” Draco said.

“Our conversation the other night gave me an idea and I began working on it this morning,” Harry said as he piped the cake with concentration. “It’s a champagne cream and fresh strawberry cake. Perfect for a sweet toothed oenophile!” he declared.

“Here, taste it,” he said, cutting a slice and feeding it to Draco, then popping the rest of the piece in his mouth.

“Mmmm,” they both moaned. “This is gooood! Potter, cut me another piece.”

Harry did as told and fed the piece to Draco then peered at his face for a reaction.

“Is the balance alright? Do you think the strawberries overpower the champagne? I obviously can’t give it to my regular taste tester, Scorp, so you’ll have to do,” he rambled, then saw Draco staring at him intently and blushed. “Sorry, I get carried away sometimes.”

Draco grinned. “It’s cute… You’re cute… I mean, uh, your enthusiasm...” he petered off.

Harry stared at him with an indecipherable expression, then raised his hand to wipe off a smear of cream from the corner of Draco’s lips.

Draco’s breath hitched.

Harry hoped he’d read the situation right and whispered, “I’d like to kiss you.”

Draco nodded and closed the distance between them.

“That was amazing,” Harry panted as they broke apart.

“Strawberries and champagne are my new favourite flavour,” Draco declared, drawing out a laugh from Harry, who pressed their foreheads together.

“Mine is ‘Floral Pistachio’, it most certainly is ‘the love cake’."

This is my Wheel of Drarry Exchange gift for the lovely @hbee. I hope you enjoy this ball of fluff!

A big thank you to @crazybutgood for all the valuable help! You're a star!

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Twisted Wonderland OC/MC: Minako Nezumi

I finally decided to get down and make a Twst oc. Minako Nezumi is based on both Minnie and Mickey Mouse, though you could probably tell that from her hair. I actually made two versions of Minako: Hogwarts!Minako and Magicless!Minako. I just couldn’t resist making a crossover.

More info on Minako under the cut!

Minako is biracial with a Filipino mother and a British-Japanese father. Prior to the events of Twst she lived in the London, England.

On that note, she is also nearly trilingual (Tagalog, English, Japanese)

Minako is a vegetarian but she still eats eggs and dairy.

Both versions of Minako come from a world where Disney does not exist but the original fairytales from the Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen do.

Despite the non-existance of Disney, Minako has an unexplainable obssession with drawing a simplified mouse shape (the mickey symbol).

EDIT: Decided that both versions of Minako should be 16 instead of Hogwarts!Minako being 18.

Known as Mina by her family and affectionately nicknamed Minnie by

Hogwarts!Minako is a muggle-born that lives in the post-second wizarding war era with Scorpius and Albus.

Her wand is Ebony wood with a Pheonix Feather core.

A recent graduate from Hogwarts and training to become a magizoologist (those beast taming skills had to come from somewhere).

My other HP!OCs Erika Matsumori and Kikyo Malfoy exist in Minako’s world too. Erika is now lady Erika Malfoy and Kikyo is the eldest child and only daughter.

Go ahead and guess Minako’s hogwarts house (hint: the colours are in the first picture. I’m a firm believer muggle-borns are in that house).

Hogwarts!Minako’s family is special due to her muggle parents producing more than one magical child.

She has 3 older siblings sorted into the 3 other houses.

I haven’t done much on Magicless!Minako’s family except that she has a good family.

Magicless!Minako is bit more bamf than her HP counterpart

She may not have magic but she has nerves of steel and these hands.

Magicless!Minako was freaking paranoid at first from the lack of social distancing in Twisted Wonderland but she was alright in the next few days knowing that there’s no pandemic in her new world.

Do not piss either versions off! She may be cute but she is feral underneath! (Looking at you Crowley)

Both versions can hide things in their space buns, it doesn’t matter how big and that it does not obey the laws of physics. I’ll make art of that soon.