#barefootwitch

[spellbindingsisters]

Ok fun game...answer the one that is the first letter of your name below. For example mine is "S" so...song I last listened to...it was "Before you go" by Lewis Capaldi 😊 Can't wait to hear your answers and learn more about you! -Salubrious Surrey x 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Ꮥཥ℮⎟⎟Ϧﺄₙ𝖽ﺄₙဌ ᏕﺄᏚ𝕥℮ΓᏚ 🝣⊕⊕𝖽⊕⊕ ⍴Γ𝚊ᑦ𝕥ﺄ𝕥ﺄ⊕ₙ℮ΓᏚ 𝑬𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔@𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒘𝒘.𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.𝒄𝒐𝒎 Voodoo Practitioners located in Cocoa, Florida and servicing our clients worldwide. We offer Voodoo Dolls made by hand, Gris Gris Bags for Money, Protection, Job, Health and Love, Love Binding bottle using taglocks as well as a vast variety of Spells, Curses and Hexes. Most of our Spell work is $15 to $28 except Custom work and hand created supplies we ship. All shipping within USA is FREE. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 We are very attentive to our clients and answer emails daily. You will always receive a response within 24 hours. In addition to Spell work, we also offer handmade supplies. *𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔒𝔦𝔩𝔰 *ℭ𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔅𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔰 *𝔅𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔚𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 *ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔰, 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔶 𝔓𝔬𝔴𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 *𝔄𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰, 𝔓𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Feel free to contact us anytime through email spellbindingsisters@gmail.com Salubrious Surrey and Solitaire Bon Lavi with over 30 years experience combined. "We give you back the confidence of having the upper hand, and having the upper hand is never a bad thing" 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 #questions #fungame #joinin #quartz #selfquarantine #entertainment #bored #havealaugh #learningaboutyou #youareamazing #lovelife #barefootwitch #games #answergames #crystallove #songs #birthday #zodiac #telling #Friends credit for picture @loganmemes (at Bellvue, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-FiaNXlvHC/?igshid=37jbt1q4wjyn

[ifaabeyo]

#iyawojourney #lovesuppliesbotanica #itsinmothershandsnow #witches #granddaughter #swampwitch #alligator #vulture #barefootwitch #reddirtwitch (at Lovesuppliesbotanica)

[spellbindingsisters]

Lol... I love this!!! But typically I put them in a Jar or coffin box 😉💁🏽💀 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Ꮥཥ℮⎟⎟Ϧﺄₙ𝖽ﺄₙဌ ᏕﺄᏚ𝕥℮ΓᏚ 🝣⊕⊕𝖽⊕⊕ ⍴Γ𝚊ᑦ𝕥ﺄ𝕥ﺄ⊕ₙ℮ΓᏚ 𝑬𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔@𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒘𝒘.𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.𝒄𝒐𝒎 Voodoo Practitioners located in Cocoa, Florida and servicing our clients worldwide. We offer Voodoo Dolls made by hand, Gris Gris Bags for Money, Protection, Job, Health and Love, Love Binding bottle using taglocks as well as a vast variety of Spells, Curses and Hexes. Most of our Spell work is $15 to $28 except Custom work and hand created supplies we ship. All shipping within USA is FREE. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 We are very attentive to our clients and answer emails daily. You will always receive a response within 24 hours. In addition to Spell work, we also offer handmade supplies. *𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔒𝔦𝔩𝔰 *ℭ𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔅𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔰 *𝔅𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔚𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 *ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔰, 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔶 𝔓𝔬𝔴𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 *𝔄𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰, 𝔓𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Feel free to contact us anytime through email spellbindingsisters@gmail.com Salubrious Surrey and Solitaire Bon Lavi with over 30 years experience combined. "We give you back the confidence of having the upper hand, and having the upper hand is never a bad thing" 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 Reposted from @patient_pagan And add a little salt 🧂 ✨ ✨ ✨ • • • #witchesofinstagram #witchesofig #witch #witches #alwaysawitch #witchessociety #spells #magick #spellwork #greenwitch #pagan #pagansofig #witchesofinsta #barefootwitch #witchyvibes #witchythings #witchbitch #intentionalwitch #naturalwitch #witchmemequeen #funnywitch #witchesunite #witchvibes #cauldron #witchywoman #witchesofinstagram🔮🌙 #witch🔮 #funnywitchmemes #witchlife #enemies (at Newark, New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9chGAnH3KS/?igshid=nhtc8co0xw9f

[spellbindingsisters]

Lmaooo 😂😂 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Ꮥཥ℮⎟⎟Ϧﺄₙ𝖽ﺄₙဌ ᏕﺄᏚ𝕥℮ΓᏚ 🝣⊕⊕𝖽⊕⊕ ⍴Γ𝚊ᑦ𝕥ﺄ𝕥ﺄ⊕ₙ℮ΓᏚ 𝑬𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔@𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒘𝒘.𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.𝒄𝒐𝒎 Voodoo Practitioners located in Cocoa, Florida and servicing our clients worldwide. We offer Voodoo Dolls made by hand, Gris Gris Bags for Money, Protection, Job, Health and Love, Love Binding bottle using taglocks as well as a vast variety of Spells, Curses and Hexes. Most of our Spell work is $15 to $28 except Custom work and hand created supplies we ship. All shipping within USA is FREE. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 We are very attentive to our clients and answer emails daily. You will always receive a response within 24 hours. In addition to Spell work, we also offer handmade supplies. *𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔒𝔦𝔩𝔰 *ℭ𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔅𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔰 *𝔅𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔚𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 *ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔰, 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔶 𝔓𝔬𝔴𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 *𝔄𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰, 𝔓𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Feel free to contact us anytime through email spellbindingsisters@gmail.com Salubrious Surrey and Solitaire Bon Lavi with over 30 years experience combined. "We give you back the confidence of having the upper hand, and having the upper hand is never a bad thing" 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 Reposted from @patient_pagan 🤣☠️🤣☠️🤣☠️ ✨ ✨ ✨ • • • #witchesofinstagram #witchesofig #witch #witches #alwaysawitch #witchessociety #spells #magick #spellwork #greenwitch #pagan #pagansofig #witchesofinsta #barefootwitch #witchyvibes #witchythings #witchbitch #intentionalwitch #naturalwitch #witchmemequeen #funnywitch #witchesunite #witchvibes #witchy #witchyfriends #witchesofinstagram🔮🌙 #witch🔮 #witchcraft #chants #spellwork #spells #bestfriends (at Oregon, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9UgjQIlyRe/?igshid=1n7028657yyag

[ajokeformur-ray]

random fluff with Erik (Phantom of the Opera)! your choice what, when, where, why ;)

yeeees I love req’s like this! 

summary: one night, anxiety mounts up and you start to sing Music of the Night to yourself. It’s terrible but it calms you enough… until a surprise visitor helps you out even further.

fluffy. tw; anxiety, anxious thoughts.

wc: 501.

With each passing hour did the thoughts in your head increase in volume.

It was late. All of the candles had long since burned out and you were left alone in the dark with nothing but your destructive thoughts for company.

You were rude today when you didn’t smile back at that person…

You shouldn’t have said that… now what will people think?

Did you forget anything today?

Tomorrow is going to be extra busy because you didn’t…

The budget needs re-configuring because you spent too much this week…

On and on the thoughts went through your mind like a hurricane, getting louder and louder, the sentences growing closer and closer together.

You were so tired and you wanted nothing more than to sleep. Sleep your problems away and deal with them tomorrow. Everything could wait until tomorrow, no matter what your inner voices said. Right now, you were in bed, trying to sleep. It was the most important thing of each day; making sure you got enough sleep for the chaotic day ahead.

You groaned and snuggled deeper into your duvet. You sighed, flopped over onto your other side, the mattress springs squeaking in protest, and decided to sing yourself to sleep.

It was a song that the Phantom had played for you several times before, when you had been staying in his home for the night. Now, in the bedroom that he kept in order just for you, you decided to comfort yourself with the thought of him. Nothing else and no other had ever been able to soothe you quite like he could.

The words came to you as easily as breathing.

“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation,” your singing was terrible but you didn’t care. You really didn’t. All you wanted was sleep. The Phantom was your number one source of comfort but he had been too busy composing when you had finally gone to bed and you hadn’t wanted to bother him about staying with you, so you would just have to comfort yourself with his methods.

“Darkness stirs and wakes imagination…” You tried to imitate the Phantom’s whispering of certain words, to make it feel more like his own voice, but it just wasn’t working. You weren’t calming. By trying to calm down, you were only making yourself feel worse.

A golden flash by the door. A chuckle. “Allow me, my dear.” His voice was a mere whisper, a ghost in the darkness, and you sighed happily. Immediately, the entire day melted away. It ceased to matter.

“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation…”

Fingers in your hair, a weight behind you on the bed. You leaned back, resting your head against the Phantom’s bent knee, and he gently guided your head with a hand either side of your face to rest fully in his lap. Now, surrounded by all that he could offer you - love, music and the darkness, sleep found you easily.

You had found your inner peace in the face of a tempestuous storm.

Phantom of the Opera: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-squirrel @suddenlyitisntwhatitusedtobe @shamrocklesbian @phantom-of-the-keurig @oddybutgoodie @phantomphanaatic @shingeki-no-julchen @keithmoonmoon @wolfwithabook @morningisnotalright @sanity-is-overratedxp @phantom-triumphant @daaerik @gargoyleunderrain @barefootwitch @chris–daae @fangirl-127  @everyday-imfangirling  @chill-satan-chill @liecheepaint @somethingbeautifulandtragic @iamacuteprincess @battlechicklove @squidtheanon @meridele473 @phantom-fangirl-stuff @oops-its-all-fandoms @lyoly @beatlezrcool  @angel-full-of-love

JUST Erik: @allthatyoudreamedicould @babyfacedadult @nessaroseeast13 @im-wlkn-here @meridele473

SFW ONLY Erik: @my-lingering-soul

[ajokeformur-ray]

Honestly, I'm surprised that you're lacking requests with Seb, Sev and Hannibae 😂 But, if you don't mind me requesting so many times~ Could I get some HCs for the 3 with a fem ace S/O who's a Vet/Healer/Forensics Doctor accordingly~? (Gotta celebrate getting into Vet Uni with a scholarship 😍)💚🐍

I know omg i’m always lacking requests for those three bc they’re normally the first to go xp  i’m so so proud of you, dear friend, i hope you know how loved and cherished you are! michael better be spoiling you, or i’m gonna go for him.

Vet - Sebastian Michaelis

Sebastian would forever be bringing you injured kitties.

“My dear, do you have a moment? This little lady said her ankle hurts.” he’d plop the kitty down on your bed and look at you expectantly.

Every time the kitty makes a noise, like a meow, he nods sagely and translates for you.

Sometimes you think he’s just making it up, looking for a reason to show off, and you’d be right.

But when he tells you what’s wrong with the cats, he’s being serious.

He’d be intrigued by the amount of studying and hard work, sleepless nights and the like you had to put up with, and would definitely be very proud of you. He’d be sure to tell you, too.

He would often ask if he could watch you examine, help and check up on any animals that you take in to help, and would ask if you would consider opening a cat shelter.

Someone help him, he needs to have a valid excuse to keep upwards of thirteen kitties in his wardrobe in his bedroom.

Once he runs out of space, he’s using yours; so beware!

As far as celebrations go, he goes all the way. All the way. We’re talking that infamous champagne tower (no knocking it over this time, though), chocolate fountains almost as tall as the ceiling… he goes all out. He’s so, so proud of you and feels some of his hope for humanity come back the more animals you help to heal and rehome.

Dark side of being a vet: when you have to euthanise a beloved pet, he’s there for you afterwards. It might be your job, but you’re only human and humans feel. It’s one of the things he loves the most about you - if demons can, indeed, love.

Healer - Severus Snape

As a Potions Master, his s/o being a Healer is terribly convenient. 

You naturally complement each other.

Severus supplies the Potions that you need to use during your sessions with patients, and in turn you make sure that Severus gets feedback on whether his prototype Potions work or not.

More often than not, they work better than expected and it’s a rush to get them patented.

He would love to watch you work. He’d love watching you eye your patients in much the same way as he eyes his potions while they’re in the most critical of brewing stages.

When you find out that you’ve been accepted onto a Healer scholarship, no one is prouder than Severus. Not even you. 

He would buy you your absolute favourite type of alcohol if you drink, the highest brand of your favourite treat (sweet or savoury), the latest book you’ve had your eye on… any of the above would he spoil you with, but at night… oh, at night… (next two headcanons are romantic but not sexual)

Arms wrapped tightly around you, lips at your temple. He is more affectionate with you in the nights after the announcement so that he can show you just how much he loves you. 

It’s both a reward for your extreme hard work and for himself. Severus needs to show you that though he is often cold at first glance, stiff, he is everything but.

Dark side of your profession - when someone dies. Severus is the first to know and he’s there right with you as soon as all is said and done.

For every one you lose, ten more survive and he’d make sure you focus on that. 

Forensics Doctor - Hannibae Lecter

You may not have the same sensitive nose that Hannibal has, but you can practically smell the pride coming off him when you tell him that you’re becoming a forensics doctor.

He already knew, of course, but out of respect for your feelings (it’s only polite, after all), and to see how long it would take you to tell him, Hannibal would wait.

He would use his bountiful connections (and money) to get you to where you want to be as quickly as you can. 

By the time he’s finished, you simply think you’ve flown through all the initial stages and that everything was really easy.

It wasn’t. You were shaky in some aspects, because of nerves, but people were too swayed by the money and by his name that they simply let you go through.

You only find out years later, when you are very comfortable in your profession, and you’re so angry it amuses Hannibal.

What’s done is done, however, and you only hope that future promotions are based on merit, not status.

Hannibal would celebrate the news with an extravagant dinner party if you’re one for the attention, or a simple home cooked dinner for the two of you and maybe some friends if you prefer to be out of the light. 

You’re ace, and so sex is off the table as far as rewards go, so Hannibal uses food, instead. Chocolate, especially, because it releases the same hormones as having sex does, just in smaller amounts.

As someone who carries out autopsies, you are going to see the absolute worst of humanity, the worst of tragedies. No one is unreachable by Death, who doesn’t discriminate.

Hannibal would hear through the grapevine when you need some extra attention at home because of this ^, and he’d be sure to greet you at the door with open arms and listening ears.

Sebastian Michaelis: @misfitgirl3390 @maelikimichaelis @redheadedkillerprincess @niponmirai02 @artsy-jandi @misfitgirlwrites @tsukuyomi011 @shingeki-no-julchen @smellslikeghosts @daedaliaaan @maltafiir @liecheepaint @lyfadg @funtomimagines @secretlyspookyzombie @ms-allenbrown @sanity-is-overratedxp littlest-phantomganger @the-lady-of-space-and-timeBlack Butler: @theoriginalgodsgirlrachel @ll-kirra-ll @bingewatchingmylifegoby  @sky-the-squirrel @miyakokurono @amoureux-de-la-litterature  @mamahost  @misfitgirlwrites @shamrocklesbian @xiumincancallmebabyanytime @grape-vine @tsukuyomi011 @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @animearmada @daedaliaaan @wolfwithabook @sanity-is-overratedxp  @ohokaybyethen @angel12-us @chill-satan-chill @missingaim @my-aestheticdaydreams @lyoly @writings-of-a-gen-z @cryptic-trash-cat @hannibalsslut @boopzytheweebqueenofbritain 

Harry Potter: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-squirrel @ll-kirra-ll @miyakokurono @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @firenationandrecreation  @sanity-is-overratedxp @daedaliaaan @jessie4098 @barefootwitch @ocean-wide-mind @my-aestheticdaydreams @hyoomintypo

Severus: @aluvex @consultingdoctorwholock @o-i-am-a-squid-o @splashytors @obviously-best-potions-master @orson-bigdaddy-krennic

Hannibal: @missingaim @ninja-scenarios @murielthemagicalgirl @rafaelina-casillas @bingewatchingmylifegoby @maelikimichaelis @hannibalsslut @lolacolaempath @thotsaucebitch 

[ajokeformur-ray]

Imagine this: you, dumping 1000 bathbombs into erik’s lake as a prank. What would go down?

wc: 277.

“W-what…”

The look on Erik’s face was comical. Truly. He stood, his mouth dropped open slightly in shock and confusion, his one visible eye blown wide, and his fingers splayed uselessly by his side.

You grinned. “Nadir gave me some bath bombs for Christmas. I wanted to try them out but the bath isn’t big enough… So I used the lake.”

“H-how… how many bath bombs did the Daroga give you?”

“One thousand.” You grinned, not even bothering to hide your amusement.

“One thou - “ Erik stopped in his tracks. He shook his head, turned his back, and walked over to his organ. He was too calm. You had expected anger, but he was still coherent enough to understand that the damage was already done to his lake and as such, there was no use in getting angry.

“Oh come on ~ “ You grinned, followed Erik to where he was sat. “It’s funny. Don’t you ever do silly things for no reason?”

You knew that he didn’t. but by asking a question like that, you knew he’d be able to derive your own reasoning for your actions. It was a way of explaining yourself before Erik refused to listen to reason. 

“You put one thousand bath bombs in my lake… for fun?!” An incredulous tone.

You nodded, grinned, kissed Erik’s cheek, and said, “I wonder how long the bubbles will last for?”

“You mean you don’t know?!”

“No.”

Erik groaned and dropped his head onto his keys, creating an odd, loud noise which rung within his home. Your laughter was somewhat melodious with the discordant noise, and any trace of Erik’s anger vanished with it.

Phantom of the Opera: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-squirrel @suddenlyitisntwhatitusedtobe @shamrocklesbian @phantom-of-the-keurig @oddybutgoodie @phantomphanaatic @shingeki-no-julchen @keithmoonmoon @wolfwithabook @morningisnotalright @sanity-is-overratedxp @phantom-triumphant @daaerik @gargoyleunderrain @barefootwitch @chris--daae @fangirl-127  @everyday-imfangirling  @chill-satan-chill @liecheepaint @somethingbeautifulandtragic @iamacuteprincess @battlechicklove @squidtheanon @meridele473 @phantom-fangirl-stuff @oops-its-all-fandoms @lyoly @beatlezrcool  @angel-full-of-love

JUST Erik: @allthatyoudreamedicould @babyfacedadult @nessaroseeast13 @im-wlkn-here @meridele473

SFW ONLY Erik: @my-lingering-soul

[ajokeformur-ray]

Hc request for Barty Crouch Junior where hes falling for a gentle and kind Ravenclaw girl who uncovered his identity

Barty is extremely intelligent. 

As such, I feel like there wouldn’t be very long before he knows that this gentle and kind Ravenclaw is onto him.

I don’t think he’d do anything about it because he can see that Y/N isn’t going to do anything with the information that you uncover. 

You’re just curious. Harmless, really.

He’d be interested to see how long it takes for you to figure it all out.

Barty would also be interested in learning about you, personally.

Your habits, subconscious or no, your motivations, your dreams, your ambitions, your failures and successes… he’s not interested in semantics, he wants the real deep stuff.

So, in short - things he can use against you, to manipulate you.

Combined with how observant he is, you’re in some danger.

Until he falls in love.

In his younger years, when he was sent to Azkaban, he was very emotional. He cried often and pleaded with his parents.

Azkaban hardened him and maybe because of his father’s neglect, he came to see Mouldy Voldy as a father figure.

When he first starts to watch you to find out what he can use against you, he’s barely looking. 

But then one day he sees how quickly you progress through your to-do list.

Your productivity is fuelled by an abundance of coffee (ten cups in three hours is pushing it, but for you that’s normal) and the panic of a closely looming deadline.

You’re hard working in that moment and he feels a sliver of pride. 

He shakes it off; hard work and erratic learning schedules are characteristic of Ravenclaws…

But you do it the next day.

And the next.

And on the fourth day, you don’t do any work at all. You relax. You allow yourself a break.

The level of self-awareness you possess makes him take a step back, analysing and thinking.

Affection is already blooming in his chest by the time he sees you gently scoop a small spider onto a napkin.

Instead of killing it like he would have done without a thought, you went out of your way to put it outside.

For some reason he can’t figure out, for all of his intelligence, that makes him love you just a little more.

Months pass and nothing happens.

But then one horrible day, Barty learns the truth of how he escaped Azkaban: his mother took his place and died there. Her body had never been retrieved for the sake of keeping the break a secret.

You seek him out in that small office he’s been occupying all this time next to yours and you offer him a gentle smile and some chocolate. 

You say nothing about who he is, but the fact that you’re giving him some comfort means that you know. And you’ve said nothing.

Barty sees no need to wait after that. He can see your love so clearly on your face, so in his mind you’re already dating.

He asks you out in not so many words later that day, and the rest is a slightly dangerous game, but neither of you would trade it for the world.

Harry Potter: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-squirrel @ll-kirra-ll @miyakokurono @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @firenationandrecreation  @sanity-is-overratedxp @daedaliaaan @jessie4098 @barefootwitch @ocean-wide-mind @my-aestheticdaydreams @hyoomintypo

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Imagine spending your entire life with Tom Riddle

@0-squid-0 requested a set of romantic headcanons for Lord Voldemort and while it was enjoyable, it didn’t quite scratch that itch. So, this was written as a second attempt. I hope it’s more to your liking! <3

tw; for elements of an unhealthy relationship with toxic elements and unrequited love (it’s canon that Voldemort cannot love and I’m trying to stay as close to canon as I can).

You met when Tom was in the orphanage.

He was always alone and isolated from the other children.

He never seemed to mind, though, and day after day on your way to school you would see him outside, staring into space.

One day, though, after months of looking for him and seeing those green eyes look at you, he wasn’t there in his usual spot.

You looked for him the next day and he wasn’t there. Nor the next, or the next...

Years passed and you’d almost forgotten him, the boy you had never known. 

But then you got your acceptance letter into Hogwarts and everything changed.

You were keenly interested in the human mind and how it worked.

As such, you were able to read people somewhat accurately based on all the Muggle books you had brought with you to the school.

Your sharp mind and overall personality placed you in Slytherin.

It was there that you found him, the nameless boy from your childhood.

He was in third year already, his green eyes as vibrant as you remembered...

They carried some kind of far away weight to them now, and it was with a sinking feeling in your gut that you wondered if you would be better off not introducing yourself to him. 

But we all do silly things in youth.

You approached him one night, a DADA essay that needed some serious editing in hand, and your name on your lips.

“Hi. I’m Y/N. I was wondering... you’re really good at Defense, so could you please help me? I’ll do anything for you in return.”

A growing, sinister smirk on his face. “The name’s Tom. Anything, you say? Please, sit.” Was it just you or did his eyes flash yellow from where he was sat beside the fire?

In return for helping you with your essay, Tom only asked simple things at first... fetch him a book from the library, ask Professor Slughorn a question... easy  things that you could accomplish with a spring in your step.

By your fifth (and Tom’s final) year, you’re dating.

For you, it’s love. 

You’re so focused on analysing him, getting to know him better and better and more intricately over the months and years, that you have fallen in love with him.

He’s all you can see, all you need.

For Tom, he needs you, but not for the reasons that you think.

You hold a lot of magical energy within you, and Tom is able to harness that to his own with the use of the Unbreakable Vow.

The vow itself needs physical touch to seal it, and this is how Tom keeps you by his side.

He uses the somewhat flimsy excuse of a relationship to keep up with the physical affection, which eats a little bit of your magical energy each time it happens.

It’s a minuscule amount, but too much time around Tom can leave you feeling physically tired.

As OWLs heat up, you assume it’s just because of all your responsibilities, but the reality is a little bit more insidious than that.

When Tom leaves Hogwarts, he’s unable to tap into your magical energy and the distance fools Tom just a little into thinking that he doesn’t need you, he doesn’t need anyone -

and then one night he’s weakened. He tried to kill someone but he wasn’t strong enough in the moment.

Had he been with you, he would have been able to kill them.

He does need you. He loves what you do for him, but he doesn’t love you. He thinks he does, and that’s enough.

Only when you closely examine him when he’s interacting with you do you realise the stone cold truth, and by then there’s nothing you can do - your magics are bonded together. 

Years pass in much the same way.

There is some jealousy in the ranks because you get more favour from the Dark Lord than the others, but if they say anything, they get killed. 

You’ve watched Tom over the years. 

You’ve seen him trade pieces of his own soul (one of which is stored in the necklace he gifted you) until he’s someone who can barely recognise.

The piece of his soul that you take care of, though, you love and protect as much as you’ve loved and protected the whole person.

Though he’s never really allowed you that pleasure.

He’s only ever allowed you enough to keep you right where he wants you, with your magic at his disposal.

You’re his greatest possession, his most loyal follower, his... love.

It’s a destructive love with nothing pure in its intentions, but it’s enough.

It has to be, for the truth would kill whatever is left of you once Tom is finished.

Harry Potter: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-squirrel @ll-kirra-ll @miyakokurono @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @firenationandrecreation  @sanity-is-overratedxp @daedaliaaan @jessie4098 @barefootwitch @ocean-wide-mind @my-aestheticdaydreams @hyoomintypo

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Hi I don’t have a request but I have a concept that can either go really good or really bad. Again, this is not a request, but what do you think would happen if Erik’s s/o asked if his deformity was painful? Not in a “It looks really bad and ugly so it must hurt.” sort of way, more like a “I care about you way too much and I need to make sure you’re ok at every possible moment.” Feel free to ignore ❤️

You would have to word this so, so carefully. If you say this straight out, bluntly, you’d probably stun him into silence before sending him into a fit of rage that ends with him clutching his chest because it hurts. If you brought it up to him with the gentler, second option: “I care about you way too much and I need to make sure you’re okay at every possible moment.” or something like that, then he would still freeze but I think, after his anger, he’d stop his pacing, his yelling, his running his fingers through his wig, and look at you with an odd look on his face. It would be… curiosity, affection, love, as though it’s just dawned on him that you genuinely love and care for him (truth be told, it has just occurred to him that you’re not lying). He would likely tell you that yes, it hurts, it rubs raw when he sleeps with it on and it’s enough to make him cry, but he wears it still because he doesn’t want to shock you. Your heart would bleed for him and you would ask to see it now, to see if it’s redder than it should be or if there’s any ointments that would, at the very least, take some of the swelling down (his mask probably stays on because it presses painfully against his scars and at the end of the day it’s stuck because the heat from the material that doesn’t let his skin breathe has made his face swell up on that side). He would hesitate but he would allow it. He would allow you to love him, and he would allow himself to trust another person… You would teach him that touch doesn’t hurt, and I daresay that often, around you after this event, he would wear his mask less and less because he is comfortable with you.

Phantom of the Opera: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-squirrel @suddenlyitisntwhatitusedtobe @shamrocklesbian @phantom-of-the-keurig @oddybutgoodie @phantomphanaatic @shingeki-no-julchen @keithmoonmoon @wolfwithabook @morningisnotalright @sanity-is-overratedxp @phantom-triumphant @daaerik @gargoyleunderrain @barefootwitch @chris--daae @fangirl-127  @everyday-imfangirling  @chill-satan-chill @liecheepaint @somethingbeautifulandtragic @iamacuteprincess @battlechicklove @squidtheanon @meridele473 @phantom-fangirl-stuff @oops-its-all-fandoms @lyoly @beatlezrcool  @angel-full-of-love

JUST Erik: @allthatyoudreamedicould @babyfacedadult @nessaroseeast13 @im-wlkn-here @meridele473

SFW ONLY Erik: @my-lingering-soul

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hello may i request a scenario... what if the Phantom had an s/o who convinced him to walk her home through Paris but is afraid to approach her front door because he’s worried her family might see him??? thank you

Anonymous said:Modern day au with Erik where reader convinces Erik to go outside unmasked because it’s not /as/ bad as it was back then (judgement wise), and surprisingly he gets little attention?

Putting these together bc they’re p similar

word count: 748.

“Will you walk me home?”

Dread and hope seeped into Erik’s body as your tentative question reached his ears. 

“Why? You know the way, do you not? You make the journey every day.” He couldn’t help but be rude, your question had stunned him, elated him but also scared him. The happiness that you wanted to be seen with him in public but the fear of exposing people to the horror of his abhorrent face was stronger and he battled with himself, frustration at his own thoughts only adding to his distress. 

“Yes, but I want my family to meet you. I want you to know them, and I want them to know you.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

You sighed. You had expected a fight. “Okay, fine. I’ll walk aaaaaall by myself through Paris, when it’s getting dark, and if I get attacked, it’s on you.” Your eyes met his. You had used your first card. You knew that the thought of something happening to you would make Erik say yes to anything.

He winced, putting a hand over his heart as it twinged painfully. Please not now. He eyed you harshly, none too pleased with your obvious manipulation. You hadn’t even tried to ease him into the extremes… He sighed. He really had rubbed off on you. 

“Very well. But know this - it shall not happen again. You are to be held responsible for any screams we shall hear on this night.”

You rolled your eyes. Didn’t he know that things had changed in the last few decades? Goodness, he showed his age sometimes.

“You’re a Drama King, it’s official. Come on. Walk me home.” You held your hand out, palm up, and eyed him nervously. Despite your bravado, you were nervous that this would be the one thing that he would refuse you. It would be a first if he did.

“I resent that statement.” The amused gleam was back in his eyes.

“Yeah, well, resent it all you want on the way to my house.” You grinned happily as his fingers slid between yours and you tugged him into walking beside you.

Erik was quite sure that he had gone mad. Or he had died and gone to Heaven. Or maybe Hell… hallucinations of a happy nature could quickly turn to dust and that was its own form of torture… to experience true happiness with you and then open his eyes to find nothing of his dreams before him. 

It was a hell he had experienced many times in the past and he shook himself off. He had been rude before but now he would be the perfect gentleman.

You were right - no one said anything about his half white mask. No one stared, or laughed, or grimaced, or screamed, or gave any reaction other than maybe a curious glance or a double take. People largely left him alone and the closer you got to your house, the more relaxed Erik became.

You had texted the people you lived with before you had left and they were waiting on the doorstep to catch a glimpse of the man who had stolen your heart and given you his own in return.

“This is Erik. Erik, this is my family.”

Greetings were exchanged, smiles were swapped, and the half of Erik’s face that was visible had gone a rather interesting shade of pink. You could tell that your family were curious about the reason for his mask, but you also knew that they wouldn’t ask until you gave them the information. Some disapproved, this you knew, but you didn’t care. The only approval Erik had needed to gain was your own, and he had that in abundance.

“It was a pleasure to meet you all.” Erik dipped his head by way of showing respect, and turned to leave you.

“Wait!” Erik paused, waiting for something bad to happen. It had been too easy to walk home with you. Was this the catch? Would someone say something to end all that he had built together with you?

“Would you like to have dinner with us? We would love to get to know you some more.”

Erik turned back. He saw the happiness on your face, your silent pleading in the way you bit your lip, and felt himself nodding.

“It would be an honour.”

You seized his hands, squeezed gratefully, and didn’t let go for the rest of the time that he was with you that night.

Phantom of the Opera: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-squirrel @suddenlyitisntwhatitusedtobe @shamrocklesbian @phantom-of-the-keurig @oddybutgoodie @phantomphanaatic @shingeki-no-julchen @keithmoonmoon @wolfwithabook @morningisnotalright @sanity-is-overratedxp @phantom-triumphant @daaerik @gargoyleunderrain @barefootwitch @chris--daae @fangirl-127  @everyday-imfangirling  @chill-satan-chill @liecheepaint @somethingbeautifulandtragic @iamacuteprincess @battlechicklove @squidtheanon @meridele473 @phantom-fangirl-stuff @oops-its-all-fandoms @lyoly @beatlezrcool  @angel-full-of-love

JUST Erik: @allthatyoudreamedicould @babyfacedadult @nessaroseeast13 @im-wlkn-here @meridele473

SFW ONLY Erik: @my-lingering-soul

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G!Erik getting antsy and frustrated because his s/o didn't come back down when they said they would, only to find out that his s/o had collapsed, having been sick but not wanting to bother him with it?

word count: 391.

So this came out a bit differently to your request but I hope you enjoy it! warnings for sick reader!

Your head spun as you turned the corner of one of the catacombs’ many dank passageways. You stumbled, put a shaky hand out to find the wall, to find some semblance of stability, and carefully (and gracelessly) slumped down the wall to rest gratefully on the damp and dirty floor.

You weren’t feeling too well. A dry, sore throat that felt like it had been rubbed by sandpaper a few hundred times, wet eyes, a runny nose, and a distinct inability to breathe through your nose.

You could close your eyes for just a minute, right?

…

Frantic footsteps, harsh breathing and the whisper of fabric.

The owner of those steps skidded to a graceful halt, and a black shadow fell over you. It was what made you open your heavy, wet eyes.

Relief flooded you when you saw the phantom’s face. There were strong remnants of anger which flickered in his eyes as surely as the flames in the candles that were in the candelabras flickered on the walls.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” His tone was harsh, his breathing ragged, and as hard as you tried to feel some kind of remorse for your secrecy, you only felt annoyance.

“S’only a cold.”

Silence.

Despite his obvious anger, it was with gentle hands that he scooped you up into surer arms and the phantom’s steady, careful pace and his voice, which echoed hauntingly in the catacombs he called home, lulled you to sleep.

…

You dipped into consciousness long enough to note that you were in bed, and then you were out of it again.

…

A cold wetness on your forehead. Singing. Candles. You felt heavy, sore, your head felt like it could fall off your neck.

“Don’t try to move.”

Liquid was forced down your throat, but you were too tired to ask what it was. Immediately, you were pulled back into Morpheus’ embrace.

…

For long days and long nights, the phantom tirelessly nursed you back to health, and on the eighth day of your plight, you awoke feeling better than you had in a long time. Your love was a miracle worker.

You stretched languidly, carefully rose to find him, to thank him, and you laughed when you heard him sneeze in the next room.

It was your turn to repay the favour.

Phantom of the Opera: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-squirrel @suddenlyitisntwhatitusedtobe @shamrocklesbian @phantom-of-the-keurig @oddybutgoodie @phantomphanaatic @shingeki-no-julchen @keithmoonmoon @wolfwithabook @morningisnotalright @sanity-is-overratedxp @phantom-triumphant @daaerik @gargoyleunderrain @barefootwitch @chris--daae @fangirl-127  @everyday-imfangirling  @chill-satan-chill @liecheepaint @somethingbeautifulandtragic @iamacuteprincess @battlechicklove @squidtheanon @meridele473 @phantom-fangirl-stuff @oops-its-all-fandoms @lyoly @beatlezrcool  @angel-full-of-love

JUST Erik: @allthatyoudreamedicould @babyfacedadult @nessaroseeast13 @im-wlkn-here @meridele473

SFW ONLY Erik: @my-lingering-soul

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Yooo, let's do another thing with our favourite nervous wreck, Jeanie! Something less angst, (but it's always somewhat angst because of how messed up Jeanie is) can I have a thing where the two of them are in the lair. Erik is feeling particularly intimidating and broody, so Jeanie's been very frightened of him, but she finally works up the courage to go up and give him a hug and keep him company?

tw; quiet anger [idk about anyone else but this scares me so i’m tagging it just in case], a moody Phantom, toxic elements of a romantic relationship [being afraid of Erik’s anger; facing him anyway].

This is an OC imagine for @allmyemptyspace - I hope you enjoy!

wc: 428.

Jeanie peeked around the corner at the Phantom; for all intents and purposes he should have been calm, relaxed as he composed studiously. His body language, however, spoke only of anger. His back was ramrod straight, his knees tapped in a rhythm at odds with his composition, and every now and then his hand would slam down onto the ivory keys; creating a loud discordant noise that seemed to only anger him further.

He had been like this for days now, every movement he made would cause Jeanie to leave the room; she could only answer her overwhelming urge to run, to hide from the Phantom’s anger. She couldn’t handle his moods, not when his every movement, his every scathing glare, was murderous in its intent.

Her only comfort was that his anger was misplaced. He was moody because of his most recent conversation with Nadir. She hadn’t been privy to it but, even with the closed door between her and the two men, the low buzzing of their voices had told her that they were arguing. Because he wasn’t angry with her, the Phantom wasn’t talking with her to avoid snapping at her. He couldn’t bare the thought of ever hurting her, and so he simmered in his quiet destructive mood; Jeanie longed to offer him some comfort, but how could she?

What could she possibly do to help him? He wouldn’t allow him near her; he wouldn’t let her talk to him because he would just glare her into silence - unfairly, might she add. She only wanted to help. That was all she ever wanted to do for him.

From where she was stood around the corner, Jeanie saw what she had been waiting for; a break. The Phantom slammed his hands down on the abused keys and she jumped at the awful noise which grated upon her eyes. He put his head in his hands and began to sob, loudly and without pause; like a child.

Without thinking of anything but reaching his side, Jeanie crossed over to him and pulled him straight into her arms. Her actions were sure, though she wasn’t careful, and her actions seemed to be maternal as she comforted him. He allowed her to hold him, to comfort him, to dry his tears and to kiss him, and it seemed that his tears released the vicious disease which had plagued him for days.

He had once told her that her touch had healing powers on his battered soul, and the test of time had found that to ring true.

Phantom of the Opera: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-squirrel @suddenlyitisntwhatitusedtobe @shamrocklesbian @phantom-of-the-keurig @oddybutgoodie @phantomphanaatic @shingeki-no-julchen @keithmoonmoon @wolfwithabook @morningisnotalright @sanity-is-overratedxp @phantom-triumphant @daaerik @gargoyleunderrain @barefootwitch @chris--daae @fangirl-127  @everyday-imfangirling  @chill-satan-chill @liecheepaint @somethingbeautifulandtragic @iamacuteprincess @battlechicklove @squidtheanon @meridele473 @phantom-fangirl-stuff @oops-its-all-fandoms @lyoly @beatlezrcool  @angel-full-of-love

JUST Erik: @allthatyoudreamedicould @babyfacedadult @nessaroseeast13 @im-wlkn-here @meridele473

SFW ONLY Erik: @my-lingering-soul

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I can’t stop thinking about Erik and his s/o to the song Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar. Could you write something please?

wc (includes lyrics): 733.

If I could begin to beHalf of what you think of meI could do about anythingI could even learn how to loveWhen I see the way you actWondering when I’m coming backI could do about anythingI could even learn how to loveLike you

Erik had never known love before you. He had never known the kindness of a simple touch; a hand on one’s shoulder, a gentle hug when he frowned too often, or even a small smile when he gifted you with a rose tied with black ribbon around the stem without thorns, which he would carefully pluck for you. 

He had never understood why one would be so eager to return home. When he would see you literally waiting on the doorstep for him, shivering from the cold despite the blankets wrapped around you and the roaring fire, when he would see you smiling to yourself for no foreseeable reason. He had never understood those reasons, and had felt some kind of dismissive annoyance whenever he had witnessed it in other people. But now… now, watching you watching him… He wanted it to. He wanted to love the way that you did. He yearned to be able to feel about you the exact same way that you felt about him, and the way that you expressed those feelings.I always thought I might be badNow I’m sure that it’s true‘cause I think you’re so goodAnd I’m nothing like you

You were kind, you were good. You had a wicked temper but you had the lack of impulse that he did, so you acted on it less than he did. You had flaws, obvious ones, and often you did things in a painfully illogical manner. You felt more fear than was necessary, you felt more sadness that he wanted you to feel, but you loved and you loved hard. 

Erik had always thought that perhaps he was a bad person, even though his upbringing was an excellent explanation (but not an excuse for) his way of being. Watching you, though, in your daily moments when he knew that you were unaware of his sharp gaze, he wished to be more like you, to experience the world as you did. He could only ever see the bad things in life, the painful sensations, but you… You bathed in the best, saw the worst but worked hard to remember the good things more.Look at you goI just adore youI wish that I knewWhat makes you think I’m so special

He wanted to know why you loved him. He wanted to know who you really were at your core, what drew you to him, what made you want to stay with him. He wanted to know all the reasons why you loved him. He wished, sometimes, to step inside your head and experience all these feelings for himself. You treasured him, he knew you did, and in his worst moments, that knowledge brought him comfort, brought him temporary peace in his eternal hell on earth.If I could begin to doSomething that does right by youI would do about anythingI would even learn how to loveWhen I see the way you lookShaken by how long it tookI could do about anythingI could even learn how to love like you

He would marry you, stay beside you forever and always, not only out of love for you but because it was the right thing to do. To keep you by his side forever, to make sure that you only loved him. He had to beat down his possessive side, the side that demanded that he would only ever be the man for you, that no other man, even in platonic terms, would ever be good enough for you. But that wasn’t right, that wasn’t healthy. He had seen how you loved him, and he would follow your example. Surely, the ways you showed your love for him were ways in which you yourself wanted to be loved? Humans were complex, but their actions screamed for them.Love like youLove me, like you

He loved you. Erik loved you. You loved him and somehow… somehow, the two of you would make things work. You had to; for his feeble heart and your own sanity.

Phantom of the Opera: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-squirrel @suddenlyitisntwhatitusedtobe @shamrocklesbian @phantom-of-the-keurig @oddybutgoodie @phantomphanaatic @shingeki-no-julchen @keithmoonmoon @wolfwithabook @morningisnotalright @sanity-is-overratedxp @phantom-triumphant @daaerik @gargoyleunderrain @barefootwitch @chris--daae @fangirl-127  @everyday-imfangirling  @chill-satan-chill @liecheepaint @somethingbeautifulandtragic @iamacuteprincess @battlechicklove @squidtheanon @meridele473 @phantom-fangirl-stuff @oops-its-all-fandoms @lyoly @beatlezrcool  @angel-full-of-love

JUST Erik: @allthatyoudreamedicould @babyfacedadult @nessaroseeast13 @im-wlkn-here @meridele473

SFW ONLY Erik: @my-lingering-soul

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Dating Narcissa Malfoy headcanons

Requested by a nonnie but I accidentally deleted it woops.

Everything has to be perfect.

Dates, dinners, trips to Hogsmeade, everything.

Even the way Narcissa asks you to date her is planned to perfection.

There’s a script and everything.

You didn’t know your lines, how could you, but Narcissa can’t have everything, she supposes.

Where’s the fun in that?

It doesn’t matter whether you’re male or female, non-binary or any other identity, Narcissa can and will gift you outfits to be worn only once on each date.

She’s Hogwarts’ Alice Cullen with clothes.

Every outfit is coordinated with and complements her own.

She pays for it all.

You keep a mental tally and get your own back with gifts to match the accumulated expense each Christmas.

You have to save up for months each time.

Cissy knows about this but she lets you have your own little secrets.

She’s a Snake, after all.

She knows everything about you; all the good, all the bad, all the beautiful and the ugly. She knows it all.

She’s gentle and loving.

Is everything her reputation says she isn’t and you love that about her.

Would be very supportive of you and would expect it all in return.

Whatever she does for you, you do for her or else.

There’s a definite edge to her love and you vow to yourself to never cross it, on pain of the unknown.

Cissy wants all or nothing.

Hot or cold, black or white; there are no warm or grey areas with her.

Harry Potter: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-squirrel @ll-kirra-ll @miyakokurono @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @firenationandrecreation  @sanity-is-overratedxp @daedaliaaan @jessie4098 @barefootwitch @ocean-wide-mind @my-aestheticdaydreams @hyoomintypo 

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Can I request a prank war with marauders era Sirius? He's my favorite of the marauders and I cried so hard when he died fighting Bellatrix.

Sirius Black died?!!!! Oh... Here was me thinking it was all one big typo ;’)

word count: 207.

Sat down to breakfast, most students on a quiet Sunday morning were more than slightly bemused to see the Great Hall doors slam open and for a Sirius Black shaped blur to come storming down the walkway towards you and the rest of the Marauders.

Laughter followed him as students realised that his steaming hair was streaked with vivid pink. He now looked like his cousin, Tonks, and the resemblance was too much for you.

Sirius reached you all too quickly and you found him more than slightly impressive in his anger.

“You touched my hair!”

“I think Y/N did a bit more than that, Sirius.” Remus was trying his best not to choke on his bacon - he was failing, but Peter’s fist helped him out; pounding him a little harder than was strictly necessary. Was Remus wincing from the pain or from the choking? You wagered it was a bit of both.

“Not now, Moony! It is on, Y/N!”

You blinked, smiled gently, “I thought it already was? Come on, Sirius, you can do better than that!”

James choked on his orange juice, and Remus patted him gently on the back, shooting the oblivious Peter a pointed stare.

“Who wants to start a betting pool?” 

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