#hiddenbookshop

[half-bakedboy]

Hi! I saw that you were asking for Tommy/Buck prompts! What do you think about: "You're allowed to be happy, y'know."? With Tommy continuing to be just as gentle with Buck as he was with that kiss! I'm still not over it 🩷

Tommy kisses Buck on a Thursday and takes him on their first date the following Saturday. They go on two more official dates before Tommy reminds him his sister's getting married in a few weeks. They're five dates into their... well, whatever they are, when Buck watches Tommy dance with his newly married sister.

There's something so gentle about the way Tommy holds Maddie's manicured fingers delicately in his own. He has what can only be described as a gentlemanly hand on her waist and he's almost letting her take the lead like he's making sure he doesn't scare her away.

Maddie doesn't get scared anymore, not like she used to, but the fact that Tommy can put that amount of care into someone just in case makes Buck's eyes water. Even though he tries not to show too much emotion in public, he doesn't put any effort into holding the tears back. His sister just got married! He's allowed to feel.

"Buck!" Chimney shouts. He's running toward Maddie and Tommy with a faux scowl that couldn't reach his eyes even if he tried. "Get your man before he woos her with his fancy helicopter license."

"Pilot's license," Buck says as he stands, wiping subtly at his eyes. A smile tugs at the corner of Tommy's lips because he knows that's his influence. Buck had called it a helicopter license approximately five times before Tommy finally taught him how it all worked. 

“There’s only one firefighter for me, Howie,” Maddie says dreamily. Buck can’t remember a time he’d ever heard her so wistful, not since she was a kid reading him fairytales when they were both supposed to be sleeping. 

“And there’s only one Buckley for me,” Tommy adds, winking at Maddie dramatically before placing her hand in Chimney’s, “but I always have a plan b. Isn’t that what you taught me, Han?” Chimney swats at him half-heartedly, his attention already back on his bride. 

Buck watches them for a few moments, reveling in the sheer joy that illuminates between them like no storm cloud in the world could cover the sunshine they feel. He's struck by a stray bolt of lightning--pun only partially intended--when he thinks about what she's gotten through to be here, but it settles into calmness when Tommy clears his throat from beside him.

Buck snaps from his thoughts and realizes he's been ignoring Tommy's outstretched hand. He clasps their hands together, fully intending to drag them back to their table, when Tommy clicks his tongue and pulls him close.

Then they're dancing underneath a backyard tent surrounded by their friends and family, and Buck thinks that he's never been as happy as he is right then.

There's guilt in the feeling, as there almost always is. There are people in need of saving, people who are hurt or scared or lonely, and here is Evan Buckley--happy. He can’t begin to comprehend why or even if he deserves that. He's made mistakes, he's lied to himself his entire life without intention, he never protected his sister or his team well enough, and now he's with a man who he really likes but isn't sure exactly what it means.

He doesn't deserve--

"You're allowed to be happy, y'know." 

Tommy says the words like he's reading Buck's mind.

"I am happy," Buck says instinctively. Tommy chuckles and nods.

"You are," he agrees, "but you need to stop feeling so much shame about it."

His large palm presses against the small of Buck's back, leading him into a slow sway. He dips his head the few centimeters between them and rests their foreheads together like he's trying to keep Buck's attention. Like Buck's attention could be anywhere else when he's being held like this, with such tenderness that he feels weak in his knees.

"You're going to find happiness that you don't need to feel guilty for one day, Evan."

It feels like a promise, and Buck only hopes that Tommy's the one to keep it.

[foreverthemomfriend]

@novemberhush 💙💙 thank you so much for the tag! This made me feel all Christmas-y and adorable!

And we’re gonna pretend my hair is still fully purple for the sake of this…

I’m gonna tag: @thegreatvelociraptor @famfan-1034 @lirs-main @hiddenbookshop @jenn-i-guess @yourfriendfrogs and whoever else may want to play, but as always no pressure!

Thanks to @tulipfromtheinternet for tagging me in this ugly sweater picrew (although all the ones I’ve seen people make so far have been cute as hell, including mine, even if I do say so myself). 😘

I tag @foreverthemomfriend @caroandcats @imwritesometimes @colourfulwatson @all-or-nothing-baby @talespinner230 @oneawkwardcookie @katries @mistmarauder @firstdegreefangirl @fireladybuckley @firemedicdiaz and anyone else who would like to play. No pressure on anyone who doesn’t!❤️

[thisissirius]

Favorite story of yours? The whispers in the morning. It's so soft! And those boys deserve soft things.

ahhhh the eddie is almost dead on his feet one! oh, that was definitely one of my favourites to write. softness with these boys is SUPER IMPORTANT. 

thank you ;_;

whats your favourite story of mine?

[colubrina]

Happiest of Birthdays to you dear!!

Thank you!!!!

[crazyassmurdererwall]

Favorite fic you've ever read?

Oh man... I wouldn’t even know how to begin to answer that. There’s so much good fic out there - how am I supposed to choose one out of all of that?

[foreverthemomfriend]

Thank you @dirtandleavesandrain for tagging me!!

1: the adorable baby updates my sister-in-law sends me and my sister. Today it was my nephew bouncing in his jolly-jumper

2: getting to spend time with my dad’s side of the family for a cousin’s grad party. It was so great to see everyone and to have a drink with them (plus the games and chaos were top tier)

3: I missed our usual baseball/family dinner day yesterday because I was working so my cousin sent food home for me with my sister because she knew I’d be tired and didn’t want to miss out on ribs.

I’ll tag: @yourfriendfrogs @hiddenbookshop @novemberhush and anyone else who wants to give it a go! Have fun!

Tag game time!

Rules: Tell us three things that brought you joy recently (no matter how big or small). Tag as many people as you want!

I'll start

1. I had a DnD session with my friends

2. I talked to a friend again who I haven't seen in three months

3. There is regularly a squirrel just outside the window that I can watch when it visits the birdfeeder

Tags: @witchy-self-shipper @practically-an-x-man @starbirdaltair @rainedroptalks @vitamin-zeeth and whoever else wants to join in!!

[curiouselfqueen]

for the pairing prompt: Harry and Hermione

{yeah! thank you!}

Harry and Hermione are giggling like a couple of school children. Hermione’s actually on the floor of the living room, pushing their wine glasses (on coasters) to the far side of the coffee table because Harry kicks sometimes when he really gets going. (Never mind the fact that her continuing to hold onto them while shaking with her own laugher isn’t really going to help…) 

Ron walks in from the kitchen, picking up where he left off his story, voices and gestures included, sending the other two into a whole new fit of laughter. (He also sends the wine glasses off to the kitchen because those two really don’t need anymore.)

Send me a name/pairing and I’ll write what they’re doing right now

[jaspxr]

You make the prettiest aesthetics 😍

Hello my dear💗 it is wonderful to see you on my dash 🌺 and thank you so much for the lovely words, they mean so much 🌺🌺🌺🌺 (ps. you can always send in a request  - I’d be delighted to make something pretty for you

[synoir]

“Minerva” 

 a Time-Travel story

Sirius Black x Minerva McGonagall 

Because it is @hiddenbookshop‘s birthday! I, by a wonderful coincidence, saw her response to this ask; telling her weirdest ship for Sirius is Minerva. Here it is birthday girl! 

Many Happy Returns!

Sirius Black woke up in the middle of the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade. He stood up, his wand still in his hands and looked at himself. He remembered being in the Department of Mysteries; fighting next to Harry. He remembered the eerie feeling being so near to the Veil...

Then Bellatrix showed up. She had stunned him.

Did I fall through the Veil?

So what was he doing in the middle of Hogsmeade? He eyed his surroundings. No one was pointing at him shouting Sirius Black!, and running for their lives. It wasn’t the only weird thing though. It was winter. He felt cold in his light attire and casted a warming charm over them. What’s going on?

The idea of an alternative reality popped into his mind. That was a scary thought. But maybe... Maybe James was alive in this one? Maybe Harry was fine, not hunted by Voldemort.

Maybe there was no Voldemort.

He stopped himself from feeling too hopeful. The likelihood of that happening was very slim. He probably just travelled in time forward or backwards a little. It was okay. He could manage that. He just hoped Harry would be fine after he disappeared... Thinking of Harry hurt him. He would think he was dead. So would Remus... But there was nothing he could do about it. Not yet.

He first had to find out when he was. He considered changing to Padfoot, but he had missed walking outside as himself. So taking a little risk he quickly entered an alley and cast a transfiguration spell over his hair, hoping it looked fine without a mirror. Brown hair was too hard to cast; it had too many shades. But it was the closest colour to his hair and if he botched it, it wouldn’t look too weird. He straightened his hair as well, just in case. Blacks didn’t always have black hair, but their waves accompanied by his grey eyes would be too identifying in most circles. He got out of the alley back to the main street, walking fast and avoiding eye contact to not risk anyone recognising him.

But of course he didn’t take it into account that it could cause him to collide into the path of a witch and cause her to fall down. He stopped and looked down; she and her myriad of belongings were scattered on the ground. Their eyes met. He knew those eyes. He had seen them looking at him disappointed, proud, concerned, stern, angry... But there were no wrinkles around these eyes. No wrinkles around the thin but shapely, like drawn with a pink pencil, lips. They were looking at him from black cat-eye glasses and they were absolutely not amused.

During his shock Sirius realised he was gaping at the poor witch, and the young woman stood hastily.

“You should look where you are going, sir!” she said to him angrily, and Sirius knew that voice, but this was not quite right still. It was young.

Sirius shook himself; much like the dog he turned into; and collected himself.

“Forgive me, miss. I was... distracted.”

The woman started to kneel to collect her belongings, but Sirius stopped her. It was never late to begin acting like a gentleman.

“Allow me,” he said and instead of using his wand so her belongings would return to the bag, since he didn’t know if any of the objects were magical or not, he kneeled and gathered them. He rose to his feet presenting them to her.

“Please forgive me,” he said. But he was unable to move his eyes off of her. She was beautiful. It was pure beauty. She stood tall and proud, and her hair was collected in a bun above her neck and had carefully shaped waves, although it was an old-fashioned style it looked elegant. She had high cheekbones, trimmed eyebrows, a long neck covered by a beautiful scarlet scarf... She was a beauty that was hard to find nowadays. Sort of beauty that went beyond the looks, was in the way she moved and eyed him critically. A lady through and through, something his mother wished but never achieved to become.

“You should be more careful in the future,” she said seriously. “But I do forgive you, I can see that it was, indeed, an accident.”

Sirius smiled, relieved. He almost introduced himself; it had been too long since he met with someone new, since he needed to act like a gentleman. This woman, whoever she is, she couldn’t be her, didn’t know he was running from the law.

“You are very generous, mademoiselle,” he said and remembering his lessons on propriety, he bowed a little.

“It’s a good form of transfiguration,” she said suddenly.

Sirius blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“Your hair, it’s hard to transfigure hair,” she explained. “Very impressive.”

Sirius swallowed. It is her.

“You are able to spot it,” he said trying to hide his nerves. “It can’t be that good.”

“Oh, I’m able to because I’ve learned to,” she said clearly; without a hint of fake humility or arrogance. “I have a mastery on the subject.”

Sirius knew all the blood left his face. He felt dizzy, the world started to turn... It couldn’t be her. It would mean... He was... No. He knew he was about to lose his composure. He could feel it in his heart, his bones. He wanted to laugh, but his throat was too dry, no sound came of it. Everything got turned upside down, again. Why, why, couldn’t he have just a little normalcy. Even the time was against him.

“Are you okay?” the witch; who was too young; asked. Sirius was looking at her, a face no longer unfamiliar.

“Minerva.”

I hope you’ll like this drabble... Because, what can I say there may be more of it in the FAR FAR future. I love this pairing... I realised this situation has a lots of potential and decided to just make it small drabble for now. 

Also is there a name for this ship? I vote for Sinerva. It sounds dangerous. 

[theunrealinsomniac]

Hi! *waves shyly* I was wondering if you would write a bit of Severus/Hermione for number 11 or maybe Ron/Pansy for number 126? I absolutely adore the Anothony/Hermione you just posted! It's sooo good! 😊

Hi there! I’m gonna write you both :) can I get a map to your hidden bookshop?

11 - I’m going to take care of you okay?

How had he survived? 

Pain raced through him as his eyes opened and the low level hum of conversation reached him. He had to shut them again, the pressure was too much.

‘We have to … if anyone finds … without him …’

Potter.

He’d know that voice anywhere. The smug confidence and self-aggrandising arrogance of that voice was clearer than the sound of his own mother’s.

‘He saved us,’ Potter spoke again. The pain in his neck roaring through him. What had the buffoon done to him this time? Prank gone wrong? Saved? Who was James Potter talking about.

Fire fogged his brain and he didn’t catch what Potter was saying but he still knew it was him speaking.

No. Not Potter, Harry. Lily’s son. 

Lily.

Forcing his eyes open, bearing through the hot knives that jabbed him in the eyeballs, he spotted the shadows stood to the side, behind a makeshift curtain. Like they had in the Hospital Wing

He was in the Hospital Wing.

How had that happened? He’d last seen Potter when he’d given him his memories, Potter should be in the Forest, dead. Had he not had the nerve to do what the old fool Dumbledore had reared him for after all?

The Dark Lord must have been vanquished though. There was no way Potter and Granger had got his body past all the people in the castle. They never would have led him walk past them with his body.

Granted he was surprised to even be alive … the snake’s bite should have killed him. The anti-venom he had taken before leaving the castle must have kept the poison at bay long enough for someone to keep him alive.

He slipped into blankness, awake but not aware, until the warm, soft fingers of a woman squeezed his and he was brought into sharp reality.

Lily?

‘Severus?’ 

‘Yes?’ he tried to say but all he could manage was a rasp as he turned to look at … Hermione Granger. Oh.

‘You’re awake, good. Try not to talk, Nagini’s poison nearly killed you, the vial of anti-venom you took probably saved your life but we’re still fighting to keep you alive.’

He glowered at the girl. Why had they even bothered trying to save him? 

‘You glare all you want Professor,’ Granger said, soft tones and annoying confidence that burned with just too much resemblance to the last Muggle-born witch who was too clever by half. ‘But I’m going to take care of you okay? You helped Harry save the world, it’s my turn to save you. The Healer is coming, I need you to hold on a bit longer. Please drink this.’

Like he could refuse the stupid girl, he couldn’t do much more than glare and swallow.

The potion burned on it’s way down but that only meant it was working. And Granger’s grip on his hand was still gentle and firm. Maybe he’d make it through after all.

All thanks to a Muggle-born witch who was the cleverest of her generation.

Oh the irony.

126 -  I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with

She could hear him stomping through the front door of their London flat long before he appeared in the living room doorway.

‘Bad day?’ was all she said as she placed her cup of tea on a side table and turned in her seat.

Deep blue eyes swam with rage. That was never a good sign.

‘I could do without the sarcasm,’ he said with a groan. ‘I grew up sharing a dorm with Harry Potter, you’re never gonna top him.’

She raised an eyebrow and snorted. ‘Please, I can outdo that skinny goody-goody with half a case of Ogden’s finest in me.’

The fact that her boyfriend’s best mate was far from skinny anymore was besides the point. Her ability to sarcasm was being called into question.

Said boyfriend shook his head, his ginger fringe swaying, and dumped himself on the sofa next to her. ‘I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.’

His pointed look nearly earned him both. He was so cute when he tried to be forceful. ‘I’m not cuddling you until you admit I’m better with my sarcasm than him.’

‘Pansy …’ he said with a groan.

‘No Ron,’ she said, crossing her arms and nudging him with a socked foot. ‘Say it or I’ll hide your disgusting Muggle beer and make you go stay at your sister’s.’

‘There’s nothing wrong with Muggle be-’ He smiled as she shoved him with the sole of her foot, pushing him again. Her perfectly crafted frown, serving it’s purpose. ‘Look would you stop kicking me?’

‘After you say it.’

He grabbed her by the ankle and shoved her foot away. ‘You know, a nice girlfriend would go get me a ‘disgusting beer’ and cuddle me happily.’

‘Then go date your mother,’ Pansy said, her renewed kicking getting a little more intentional. ‘Say it, you bitch.’

Ron laughed and pulled her down the sofa a bit, uprooting her perfectly position wall of cushions. ‘Alright, you’re better at being sarcastic than Harry.’

She nodded and pulled her ankle loose of his grip and nudging him with her hip as she stood. ‘Damn straight, now you go change into something that doesn’t smell of sweaty man and I’ll go grab you a beer. Then we cuddle, you bitch about Gwenog trying to throw her Quidditch experience around again, and we watch the best thing Muggles ever produced.’

‘WALL-E again?’ 

‘It’s a wonderful fucking movie and your lack of understanding of it’s nuance takes nothing away from that fact.’

‘Love,’ Ron said, a smile tugging at his annoying handsome face. ‘You only love it because the girl robot is more awesome than the boy robot.’

‘It matches us don’t you think?’ Pansy pushed his head as she passed him to enter the kitchen. ‘Now go change, or no beer and cuddles.’

She only allowed herself to smile once Ron couldn’t see her, his happy chuckling growing fainter as he did as he was told.

[disillusionist9]

Dis! I hope you have the very best of days today! ♥💜🍫

You are so sweet! The same right back to you!!

[famousyellowraincoat]

Happy heart day, love!!

You are so amazing, thank you so much!

[foreverthemomfriend]

@novemberhush thanks for tagging me lovely! 💙

I tried not to do any repeats fandom-wise (I’m counting TSC as its own series, like a spinoff) and unfortunately that meant most of these are men cause that’s who came to mind first…

I’ll tag: @thegreatvelociraptor @famfan-1034 @raisesomehale @hiddenbookshop and anyone else who wants to play but no pressure lovelies!!

5 Favourite Characters Poll

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite!

Thanks for tagging me @littleblackraincloudofcourse ❤️❤️❤️

Shoutout to all the Leo Hölzer girlies (gn) in the Spatort fandom. I promise you I love him just as much as Adam, but I figured putting them both in the poll might, 1) reduce both their chances of winning by splitting the vote, and, 2) be too agonizing for you all.

I tag @katries @mistmarauder @tabbytabbytabby @oneawkwardcookie @foreverthemomfriend @guiltypleasurefandomface @eevylynn @thekristen999 @tari-aldarion @sofancydancy and anyone else who wants to play. No pressure on anyone who doesn’t!😘

[colubrina]

Hello! Hope you and yours are doing well! I just wanted to let you know that the books came in today! They look great and I can't wait to read these fics in a physical copy!

THEY LOOK SO COOL!!!!!

[curiouselfqueen]

May you have the best of weekends!!

Thank you!!!! I’m planning on it! Best friend in town, Disneyland, museum, band at the beach, brunch, beach, new furniture. It’s gonna be good.

I just need to get through a few hours of work tomorrow first...

[curiouselfqueen]

@bookspark They are out there!!  Check my blog and @amaliabones for the tag “dramionarry” -- can’t think of any fics off the top of my head but hopefully that points you in the right direction, love.

OH DUH!  um, shit, what’s it called... by @shadu-kiam ...she has one, right?  Help me out guys, I’m too tired.

We could be together, the three of us forever. 

Draco, Harry, Hermione.