#i need more angsty but sweet newt fics

[meteorslunatic-blog]

Mood ☹️♥️

I wanna write Newt x reader ANGST 💔and maybe perhaps some 😏😏🔞

But I am too tired and lazy + I don't wanna get banned soooooooo I'll just keep everything in my mind instead ✌🏻

And because I love writing LOOOONG imagines so yeah ... :(

[flameraven]

Good Omens Fic Recs Masterpost

(aka, I wanted to organize all my favs so I might as well share them) (No smut fics on this list bc that is extremely not my jam. I’m on the asexual relationship train all the way with these two. There are some very Vague Implications in a couple of these but no more than that.) UPDATE: PART 2 HERE: https://flameraven.tumblr.com/post/613697745862230016/good-omens-fic-rec-masterpost-part-two

Wingfic

Birds of a Feather - Kedreeva // Short wingfic collection

If We’ve Got Nothing, We’ve Got Us - Kedreeva // After the apocalypse, Aziraphale and Crowley find their feathers coming in grey.

With Drooping Wings - werebear // (hurt/comfort) - Crowley gets drunk, remembers some trauma, and has a nightmare. Aziraphale comforts him.

by flash and thunder fire I’ll survive - jessikast // Crowley and Aziraphale discuss wings and snakes and winged snakes. There are cuddles.

When in Rome - Kedreeva // Aziraphale teaches Crowley to read, and Crowley shares a secret.

In All Things, Balance - Kedreeva // Gabriel comes for the ineffable husbands, and the universe gets some recalibrating.

One Last Thing -TheLadyZephyr // Crowley has a bit of trouble falling asleep

The Soft Zone 

A Sky Full of Stars - Kedreeva // Aziraphale takes Crowley as close to Heaven as they can get, these days.

get religion quick (’cause you’re looking divine) - brinnanza

lift your face the western way - brinnanza

Build Our Kingdom - Mackem // Crowley and Aziraphale finally go on that picnic

exhale - darcylindbergh // Crowley wakes up, and for the first time, he’s not alone

when the earth is trembling - stammiviktor // Crowley cooks Aziraphale dinner and takes him on a date

from madrid to heaven - darkavenue

An Honest Surrender - Kedreeva // Aziraphale and Crowley get married (though not in the way humans mean)

Constellations -worldinmymind // Stargazing and confessions

Shall I Stay (Would It Be a Sin?) - WinterSky101 // Aziraphale stays at Crowley’s for the night

And I’ve Waited For You - ineffablefool // Aziraphale finally catches up to Crowley

A Descriptive Study on Angel Kisses by Anthony J. Crowley -smudgesofink

Pompeii under Vesuvius -smudgesofink // The first time Aziraphale reaches for his hand and holds it, Crowley experiences a slow sort of meltdown

a picture's worth a thousand words -pyrrhic_victory // Crowley takes Aziraphale to the National Gallery and submits to the mortifying ordeal of trying to compliment him.

All This and Heaven Too - rattatatosk // Aziraphale reassures Crowley that they’re finally on the same page (with cuddles)

Never Doubt - Mackem // Crowley takes Aziraphale to see Hamlet.

I love you (it’s okay) - forineffablereasons // The absence of terror is the terrifying thing.

let us cling together -brinnanza

Ready -lady_divine_writes - They don’t touch right away.

Warm and Fuzzy -returnsandreturns // The husbands meet Newt and Anathema’s daughter

Pet Names -thisvictoriangirl

Used to Wanting -acuteangleaziraphale

Names, Pet and Otherwise - elsajeni

Crowley sees Aziraphale - acuteangleaziraphale // Crowley sees Aziraphale in the sunrise and it reminds him what it means to worship.

I’m Going Home - Frenchibi // Aziraphale can’t believe how lucky he is.

Blessings - humanityinahandbag // Aziraphale blesses Crowley to keep him safe.

Husbands - victorianfantasywatson

Coiling - forineffablereasons // Crowley stakes his claim

Snake!Crowley / Wiggleverse

You’re the Only Prayer I Need - Kedreeva / Aziraphale stumbles on Crowley as he’s preparing to shed.

let sleeping snakes lie - kythen // Crowley takes an extended nap after the end of the world

Today I Met a Cryptid -thelibrarina // an encounter with a bookseller and his pet snake.

Getting a Wiggle On - Kedreeva // Crowley attempts to prank Aziraphale. It does not go to plan.

In Which a Rose by Any Other Name Would Smell as Sweet - OlwynnDylluan // The sneklets are named.

In Which Crowley Does Not Expect a Family Outing - OlwynnDylluan // The family goes on a picnic in the park.

In Which the Kitten Does Not Get Et Because Aziraphale Is a Textual Purist -OlwynnDylluan // (Wiggleverse) Aziraphale tells the sneklets a bedtime story

In Which the Children Are Indisposed and Aziraphale Panics -OlwynnDylluan // The sneklets experience their first shed. (Also the only one of these - so far- in which Crowley is an actual snake.)

Hurt/Comfort

Pear-Shaped - smarshtastic // Crowley is hurt and goes to Aziraphale for help. (also wingfic)

In the (Second) Beginning - cherryfeather // The inevitable aftermath as all of the week’s trauma catches up to Crowley.

above us, only sky - stammiviktor // With the War looming, Aziraphale and Crowley have to confront the terrible possibility they might have to fight each other. (Don't) Say My Name - CosmicOcelot // Crowley gets trapped in a summoning circle by an all too human sort of monster.

Hell to Pay - battle_cat // Crowley’s lot do not, in fact, send rude notes.

Burnt - flamethrower // Or, How Did Crowley Survive Consecrated Ground, anyway?

Angst (With a Happy Ending)

Just One Yesterday - Kedreeva // Crowley and Aziraphale fail to stop the Apocalypse the first time ‘round, but they manage in the end.

we’re not out of the tunnel, I bet you though there’s an end - mygalfriday // Crowley thought his last words to Aziraphale were “I won’t even think about you!”

I Will Take This Weight to Hell - buttface // Crowley struggles to cope after they survive the end of the world.

how deep the sand -Handful_of_Silence // Have you read Sandman? Remember that glass bottle Dream got trapped in? Aziraphale gets trapped in something similar. It goes about as you’d expect. (Very angsty, definitely worth it though. Part 2 is significantly more comfort than hurt.)

Cry for Absolution - forthegreatergood // Crowley is convinced he cannot touch Aziraphale without causing him pain. (wingfic)

it’s high time that you love me, cause you do it so well - mygalfriday // Crowley cannot say the word ‘love’. So he shows Aziraphale instead.

it was only a kiss - pyrrhic_victory // Aziraphale has never been kissed before, and, assuming Crowley has a lot of experience, asks him to demonstrate. Misunderstandings are had.

the wonder that keeps the stars apart -nilmiel // Crowley, Aziraphale and two encounters with Holy Water, fifty years apart

This Feeling Calls for Everything (I am not) - rattatatosk // Crawly is struck speechless by Aziraphale in Eden. By Rome, he knows he's lost.

we both matter, don't we? -ToEdenAndBackAgain // After the bookshop burns, Crowley goes to yell at God

Replacement - rainydaydecaf // Hell replaces Crowley as their agent on Earth.

Outsider POV

Good Omens/The Magnus Archives - Handful_of_Silence // 6+ fic series, crossover. Generally follows the format of the Magnus Archives, a horror fiction podcast documenting encounters with unusual phenomena. Featuring eldritch!horror Aziraphale and Crowley

Adventures In Attempting To Purchase A Book From That Weird Old Soho Bookshop, A. Z.  Fell & Co.

 So You Need To Get Into A.Z. Fell & Co.; Now What? (A Guide For Unfortunate Bookworms)

Long Term - idiopathicsmile // Observations from the minister hired to officiate the wedding

Regulars - irisbluefic // Various outsider observances of the duo

a snake by any other name - asideofourown // a young herpetologist spots an unusual snake in AZ Fell’s bookshop and has to investigate.

Other/Uncategorized

such surpassing brightness - Handful_of_Silence // Aziraphale as Patron Saint of queer self-acceptance

it’s the light (it’s the obstacle that casts it) -Handful_of_Silence // The Patron Saint of London's LGBT Community is real, and he lives in Soho.

a very near understanding - ballentine/FeoplePeel - Aziraphale and Crowley experience some side-effects from their body swap.Hell

To Forgive, Divine - rattatatosk // Crowley didn’t mean to Fall, and he didn’t ask to be Forgiven, but both those things happened anyway. Character study on a Risen Crowley

Champions (of the World) - phlintandsteel // Aziraphale, Crowley, and the forces of Humanity face off against Heaven and Hell

[afantasticbeastwriter]

For Your Protection || Newt Scamander x Reader

Genre: Angsty (but with a happy ending!) Word Count: 3,515 Prompt: “Can I request an angst with a happy ending? The reader is Newt’s girlfriend and a Muggle, but when Newt gets kidnapped, she goes to save him, despite the fact that she could get killed. But everything turns out okay!” A/N: Thank you @nelson-and-murdock for this request! Yay, my first semi-angsty fic! I got real into this one. PLEASE let me know what you think, I think you will love it! Also feel free to request something to me if you are interested! I’m always looking for more requests. Enjoy!

“No, you are not joining me.”

“Oh come on,” you wail, flailing your arms down in frustration, “you always take me on your trips. What makes this one any different?”

Sorting items into a bag from his desk, Newt warily frowns. “Madagascar’s tribes are highly unpredictable. You know that, {Y/N}.”

“So?”

His eyes fluttering shut, Newt sighs. He brings his bag over to you and tosses it on your lap. Its contents rattle a bit as they hit you, but he does not seem too phased by it as he sits across from you on his cot.  “So,” he replies, curt, “the risk is far too great. I am not jeopardizing your life for a field trip.”

Your eyes narrow. “Field trip? Is that all you see our trips together as?”

“Now, you know that’s not what I mean.”

“I just don’t understand why this situation is suddenly so much more dangerous than all the other times I’ve gone along with you. It’s Madagascar. People are unpredictable. Cool. Great. So have the other hundreds of people we have encountered together.” Folding your arms, you shoot a poignant glare Newt’s way. He looks away frowning, but you hold your glare firm. He is not going to win this battle by pouting. At least, not without a fight from you. “Just tell me.”

“Can you not take my word for it?”

“Does it sound like I want to?”

“They kill muggles, {Y/N}.”

Blinking, you lean back in your seat. “What?”

He repeats himself once more. “They kill muggles, the wizards. Years of botched colonizing attempts forced drastic measures of protection.” Looking down to his lap, Newt fumbles with the edge of his coat hem to distract from his words. “You would not stand a chance if found to be a muggle.”

You pause. “Well, I’d just have to watch out. You know,” you say, wiggling your eyebrows and straightening an imaginary tie around your neck, “be stealthy and hope I fit in.”

“T-That’s not a chance I’m willing to take,” Newt says matter-of-factly, and the sheer hardness and worry in his voice is enough to make you reconsider your position altogether. He does not deserve to worry. He’s done nothing but love and care for you ever since he’s met you. Seeing him worry is comparable to seeing a puppy whimper. You cannot stand it. But, you really cannot stand the thought of being alone while Newt is off risking his life without you more. So, even though you shrink back and pretend to accept defeat, your mind continues racing with scenario after scenario of how you can find a way to join him once he leaves. You thank your lucky stars Queenie is the Legilimens and not Newt.

The rest of his preparations for the trip happen in silence. He stays busied packing, while you watch and occasionally help when he calls you over. The tension in the air is far-too-noticeable. You feel increasingly uncomfortable under it, but you do not dare say a word in fear it will make things worse. You wait for Newt to finish doing his work off to the side. When he finishes, you do not look at him until he calls to you.

“You know I would bring you if I could,” he tells you, his eyes full of sadness as his hand cups your cheek. “Be good to my creatures in my absence.”

Slightly guilty, you hold his hand against you and sigh. “Of course, Newt. Be careful, please. You know how I worry.”

“I know.” He says it barely audible, but you feel its weight nonetheless in your chest. With one gentle kiss to your lips and another emotion-filled look more, he steps out of his flat and disappears into the night with a swift crack, off to Madagascar.

Though he’s nowhere near his destination, you jump right into action.

Calling Bunty up is not something you do happily. Though sweet and about as threatening as a kitten, you are all-too-aware of her flame for Newt. He may not be wise to it, but you were once in her shoes pining over him, and you know too well how far she would go to get him if given the opportunity. The last thing you want to do is give her more hope toward that opportunity becoming a reality, but you cannot deny the fact she is expertly skilled in the treatment and care of Newt’s many creatures, nor that you need someone who Newt trusts to be able to look after them. She cheerfully accepts, swearing to keep your traveling a secret.

Next on your list is to secure travel. While you trust boats and quite enjoy the water, you are sure there is next to no chance of a boat getting you to Madagascar, or even near it, in time. It simply cannot be done without a little magic. Though you are a muggle, you have watched Newt and been on enough trips with him to know a bit about wizard travel methods. You especially know about travel by port key.

Seamus Knitrel, an odd fellow with a long beard, round glasses, and dark eye circles, is one wizarding connection of Newt’s. He provided you both travel for some of Newt’s most worrisome adventures after his old connection retired from the business. His name was the first to pop into your head when Newt refused your companionship, and he is the first person you call as soon as you finish securing Bunty. With the promise of some galleons Newt gave you for emergencies, he agrees to help to get you to the province Newt said he would be exploring. Anything for a friend, he says.

You leave in the morning, a bag with an undetectable extension charm Newt gave you for Christmas last year in tow as you journey through the busy London streets. Though no one knows exactly why you are walking or where you are going, their eyes seem to watch you as if they do. You feel utterly paranoid the entire way, all the way until you meet your destination. It’s a small flat of land in the middle of an old, abandoned castle perhaps fifteen minutes from town. Seamus meets you ten minutes after you arrive in a dark green coat, its collar standing up and hiding him from the crisp air around you. He looks you up and down and gives you a small, slightly patronizing smile.

“You sure you’re ready for this, lass?”

You meet him with a sure nod, your hands clutching your bag’s strap firmly. “Yes. When do I leave?”

“Two minutes now,” he says. He walks over to what looks like an abandoned cauldron a few yards from you and motions for you to come over to join him. When you do, he points inside it. “When I say go, you step inside. It’ll take you to where you’ve gotta go.” Pausing, he chuckles to himself. “Mr. Scamander know you’re doing this?”

“No,” you reply, “and if I give you a few extra galleons, I’m assuming it will stay that way. Are we clear?”

Seamus smirks, his hand reaching to stroke his beard as you dig in your bag for your money. You hand it to him and watch him examine it, his chuckle returning. “For a muggle, you’re quite sharp, dear. It’ll be our little secret. What’s he tryin’ ta’ find in Madagascar?”

“A Sapphire-Eyed Aye-Aye.” A lot like the muggle-known Aye-Aye, this creature Newt is after poses a distinction to that of its primate brothers of beautiful, piercing sapphire eyes and the ability to change scents of anything they desire. Newt loved the prospect of studying it and its ability, and given its brother species’ not-so-great relationship with natives, he wished to ensure he could preserve the species somehow. You very readily supported his choice to go find one – of course, until he told you you could not go with him.

“Them’s beautiful creatures,” Seamus affirms. Looking down at the cauldron, he sighs and shoves his hands in his pockets. “Thirty seconds. You got a way of getting back, lass?”

“Newt is my way back.”

He looks you up and down, pauses, then huffs. You can see his judgement all across his face, but you shake it off. You have more important things to worry about than this raggedy man’s disapproval of your methods. “Good luck, then. Ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Seven.”

As he counts down the rest, you prepare yourself and fix your eyes on the cauldron. It starts to shake and quiver, causing an awful racket in the otherwise calm ruins that is almost unnerving. You focus on it until Seamus hits one. With a hop, you find yourself suddenly whirling in the air, the world around you changing and spinning at a most nauseas rate. Had Newt not taken you this way before, you would have thrown up or panicked, but you are a seasoned veteran. It does not remotely phase you, and when it comes time to land, you feel as well as you possibly could.

The area you land in is perfect. You can see the small village Newt had spoken about just off in the distance. A fire burns in a pit, and you notice a few villagers scattering about on their daily duties. It’s just as bustling as Newt had described to you. You cannot help but wonder if he is somewhere nearby lurking about, perhaps already on the trail of the Aye-Aye. From the non-threatened demeanor of the natives, you can at least safely assume he has not been caught yet.

It gives you hope.

The only way to hunt Newt in this unfamiliar territory, you reckon, is to hunt for his creature of choice. Wherever it is, he will be. Without any magic, it’s your best bet, so you start off looking through the trees. In your short time discussing the creature, Newt had claimed the creature would be found up in the trees, right near the canopy, where the foliage would be most dense. It is not exactly the prime hour to find him, as the Aye-Aye is nocturnal, but you still train your eyes to the treetops. Newt has his ways to get around conditions and find his creatures. Sunlight does not strike you as one of the things he cannot work with.

Sure enough, about twenty minutes into your search, you hear what sounds like an Aye-Aye call come from a few yards away into the jungle. Upon searching, you realize quickly that it’s coming not from an Aye-Aye, not even a Sapphire Aye-Aye, but your lovable boyfriend, hanging in a tree nearby what looks to be an Aye-Aye nest. He’s in his element in times like this, and watching him go after a creature is one of the things that makes you fall more in love with him time after time. You smile and lean against a nearby tree to watch.

And then, the atmosphere changes.

An eerie feeling of being watched comes over you. While you are able to hide and get rid of this feeling, Newt is not. Your eyes follow him as he continues to call to the Aye-Aye and stop, horrified, when you catch a view of a native wizard pointing his wand right at Newt. You do not even think of what can be done to you, what unwanted attention you can bring to yourself, when you scream Newt’s name. You just do it, and even though it makes your location known, the wizard is unable to reach you with a spell. He is, however, able to reach Newt and send him falling to the ground from the canopy. Thanks to your warning, he was able to grab a hold of his wand before his fall, so he does not hit the ground with the intended force of the other wizard. He is dazed though, and you watch in horror as he is taken under control by the man. No matter how much he seems to try and wiggle out of his grasp, Newt just cannot escape being taken away toward the village.

A tear falls down your face.

Newt and you had been in trouble before. In Australia, he actually was struck by a severe spell that cut his skin in the most painful of ways. You had been horrified by it and brought to a ridiculous amount of tears at the sight of him. But Newt did not panic. Instead, he worked to keep you calm and help him help himself. He taught you how to use Dittany, and he made sure to demonstrate that calm in the face of fear or chaos was the best way to go.

In your current situation, you had his lesson on repeat in your mind.

You wipe your eyes before sneaking your way toward the village. In the struggle to keep Newt, the man had all but abandoned looking for you, freeing you to go after them. You use this advantage to dart between trees and plants until you find a safe place to rest – a water well not too far from where they lock Newt up. He finds himself locked in a cage with two large guards standing on either side of it, watching him and glaring at him as he pleads his innocence. They ignore him, but he pleads on, especially to the leader who caught him. You frown as the pleas get more urgent and his hope of leaving gets more bleak.

It becomes clear as his words fall on deaf ears that these people are not going to simply let him go or have him out of their sight any time soon. The only way to save him, you decide, is for something serious to provoke them to turn their attention elsewhere. Your mind thinking, your eyes fall on the one thing that could do just that: the fire. As much as it hurts you to think of the fire possibly getting out of control and harming any creatures, you know it is the only way to distract everyone long enough for you to do something. The risk, in this case, is well worth the possible reward.

You wait until only the guards are paying attention to Newt. He no longer is fighting, sitting on the ground probably contemplating his next move and sorting through fears of his own. When the timing is right, you grab a fallen branch from nearby and make your way to the unattended fire. Eyes firmly trained on the guards, you carefully dip the branch into the fire and ignite it. To your luck, no one notices you make your way from there to the largest hut you could see far enough away from Newt’s cage in the area. Taking a deep breath and a quick glance Newt’s way, you drop the branch on the hut and sprint away.

It ignites exactly how you planned.

The guards, along with anyone nearby, immediately rush to the hut. It’s a moment of mass hysteria, and in this panic, you find it all too easy to get to Newt. He looks at you as if you are a ghost.

“{Y/N}? Wha…how are you…I don’t-”

“I’ll explain later,” you hurriedly say, “but right now I need to get you out of here.”

“You need to leave. If they catch you, they will kill you.”

Watching the fire grow out of the corner of your eye, you shake your head. “I don’t care. Your safety is my main priority.” Slamming the lock against the bars, you groan and look to Newt with a flash of panic. “Do you um…do you have like a wire or something I can use to get you out of here?”

“No, but I do have Pickett.”

“Why didn’t you use him sooner?”

Newt casts his gaze to the ground. “Well, having two monstrous men standing mere feet from me on either side did not exactly prove for the best conditions to do so, so…”

Sighing, you gently call the creature out of Newt’s coat. He crawls out at the sound of your voice and happily gets to work, his little arms turning the tumblers. It’s a silent and tense few seconds as he fumbles with the lock, but in no time, Pickett gets the job done. Newt breaks out and grabs his wand, which was cast aside just out of reach from the cage by the guards to taunt him. With it in hand, he grabs your arm and immediately disapparates.

The two of you reappear in a place you had been before. It was in South Africa, not too far from the coast but safe. The last time you and Newt had been there was to retrieve a stray Occamy. Coming back to it, you hardly have the same enthusiasm for adventure as you did before. If anything, you really, really wish you could go home.

You also wish Newt did not have such a disappointed look on his face.

“Well,” he says after brushing off his jacket, “care to tell me why you are here?”

You frown. “No ‘thank you’? No ‘I would still be in captivity in the middle of Madagascar if it were not for you’?”

“You should not have been here, {Y/N}.” Newt rubs his forehead. “I deliberately told you not to come and you put yourself in the line of danger.”

“You did, too!”

“I am armed with years of experience both at Hogwarts and out, as well as a wand,” he fires back, “and while I am appreciative of your help in creating a diversion, you could have been killed by creating it.”

You roll your eyes. “I was fine.”

“You were lucky,” he replies sharply. Pickett dives down into his pocket, scared by his tone, and Newt softens. He does not want to scare you, and he does ‘angry’ poorly well. He cannot hold the emotion for long at all. “So sorry. Just…just the thought of you hurt, o-or even killed because of me,” Newt chokes up, breaking your heart a bit, “that’s my worst nightmare, {Y/N}. It’s why I made a point to not have you come.”

“What about me, though?” Wiping a tear from your eye, you fold your arms. “Why are you the only one allowed to worry, huh? I sat at home and was terrified not knowing where you were or if you were okay. I barely got any sleep last night.”

“You’re allowed to worry,” he says softly. “You cannot defend yourself, however. No amount of self-defense classes or martial arts training stops a spell, and the villagers kill people like you on sight. Bringing you along might save you worry, but it is irresponsible on my part. I should be tried for murder if I ever allowed you to come along on such a trip. Understand?”

Your arms unravel and hang to the side as more tears fall. He is right. He is completely right, as much as it hurts to admit it. You were scared, and in being scared, you ignored the glaringly obvious threat to yourself. Your love for Newt made you feel invincible, it clouded your judgement, and it could have cost you your life and possibly even Newt’s in the process. Remorse brings even more tears to your eyes, and you find yourself leaning into Newt seeking comfort. He is not a fan of hugs, but he still brings you in close, his head resting on top of yours as you start to shake. You feel him sigh against you.

“Please don’t cry, {Y/N}. I’m not mad at you.”

“I-I ups-set you, though.”

“Hey,” he soothes, “it’s alright. Look, no more Madagascar adventures for me for a while. We’ll go only where we can together.”

“B-But Newt, the Aye-Aye-”

“Will be safe for a little while longer until I can recruit the proper help for a trip,” he finishes as he rubs your arm to calm you. “When I go, I’ll ensure a way to communicate to you of my whereabouts and safety. Well, and someone to keep you from running off again.”

Sniffling, you give a feeble push to his coat. “Too soon.”

“Too soon, then.” Newt gives you his famous half-smile and pulls back to see you. “Though, and forgive me for asking, may I know how exactly you got here?”

“Seamus’ portkey.”

Blinking, he chuckles to himself. “With what money?”

“The galleons you gave me for emergencies,” you reply.

“And who is watching the creatures?”

You bite your lip. “Bunty.”

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t do something like this unless I was really serious about it Newt,” you murmur. “I love you.”

Newt smiles. “I love you, too. And seriously, thank you for trying to save me, though ill advised.”

You poke at him, causing him to blush and inch away from you and making you grin back. “You’re welcome. Try not to need saving so much, you weirdo.”

“It’s wizard, actually.”

“Newt-”

“Sorry, sorry.”

[ekdmarsrem4]

ACCEPTING DRABBLE/BLURB REQUESTS BASED ON:

Hey guys! Those asks about my favorite writing tropes inspired me to create this list, so thank you anon! I’m still working on my longer fics/series, but while I’m doing that I’d love to write some more little things (drabbles, blurbs, etc.) to help with my writer’s block. 

So, feel free to request a drabble/blurb based on any of the tropes listed below. I’ll be writing for Newt (TMR), Gally, Thomas, Minho, Connor (Dbh), & Jack Kline.

Idk how long I’ll be doing this for. Maybe a few days, or maybe a week or so. We’ll see :)

Anyways, thanks so much!

Extended list of my fav romantic tropes (fluffy & angsty):

Opposites attract trope

Two people who harbor unspoken/hidden feelings for each other end up trapped together in a very tight space

Accidentally saying “I love you”

One person knowing what the other needs without them having to say it

One person seeing the other cry for the first time

Two people are too stubborn to admit their feelings for each other. Then one of them gets very hurt & the other thinks they’re going to die. But they don’t, they survive, & then both of them FINALLY admit their feelings.

Two people having a moment - maybe a first kiss, maybe a sweet heart-to-heart - but then one of them acts like it meant nothing because they’re scared to admit just how much they really care

One lover getting hurt/killed protecting the other

One lover being told the other is dead, but they don’t believe it. They don’t give up & end up finding & saving them.

[o0o-chibaken-o0o]

Hii love!! I love your blog soooo much! I'm so glad that you still do fic recs! I wanted to ask for one (if you can't do it I totally understand) Can you please make a list where Harry and Draco are roommates at Hogwarts? (Preferably with smut included) THANK YOUUU ❤️

hi! could you possibly rec specifically a slow burn 8th year fic for me where h/d are in the same room?? maybe like written on the heart or lumos. thank you so much & i hope you’re having a lovely day!!💗

Hello, lovelies! I love this trope so so much, and I’ve been looking forward to making this list for weeks! Since you both specified Hogwarts/8th year, I’m not going to include any fics in which Harry and Draco share a flat after graduating. There are a lot of fics like that as well, but that’ll have to be for another list!

Hogwarts Roommates HD Fic Recs

Lumos by birdsofshore (41.5K)- Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.I loved loved loved this fic absolutely to death. If you know me, you know I love some good old shameless wanking, and THIS FIC HAS JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF IT (that is to say- a lot). And then there were even a few incredibly touching moments as well, and it’s truly a perfect roommate fic

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (114K)- Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?FUCKING INCREDIBLE LONGEST SOULMARK AU EVER, which basically means I will forever love this fic with all of my heart. Harry has to move to the Slytherin (SLYTHERIN!!!) boys dorm, so it’s not just H/D alone as roommates, but IT COUNTS. Another all-around amazing fic with too many good parts to praise

Something I don’t Want to Stop by traintracks (16K)- It’s Harry and Draco’s eighth year, the Houses have been all but demolished in favor of unity, and they’re being forced to room together. How ever will they cope?I dare you to read this summary and then tell me you don’t want to read the fic. You CAN’T, because it’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a roommate fic!!! THEY EVEN HAVE TO TEACH A CLASS TOGETHER!!! And there may or may not be more wanking 👀

The Standard You Walk Past by bafflinghaze (46K)- On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened. That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.WHO DOESN’T LOVE SLEEPWALKING??? (hint: the answer is nobody). A very sweet and fluffy (and a little angsty) slow burn. Also, there’s a really cool aspect/trope that I only caught on to halfway through the fic, and I was shocked that I’d missed it! Read and see if you’re more discerning than I was!!

Kiss the Joy (Until the Sun Rise) by ICMezzo (38K)- The Room of Requirement was severely damaged in the war, but not so much that it could not provide for one lost student and another young hero—especially when they needed each other most of all.Okay this is probably not exactly what the anons were thinking of when they asked for Drarry being roommates at Hogwarts, but technically this fic does fit within those parameters! Harry and Draco both hide from the real world in the weeks immediately following the war, and they BOTH chose to hide in the Room of Requirement. Petty fights and slow reconciliation follows. Truly amazing and beautiful (slow burn!) fic!!

Instruction for a Misplaced Slytherin by @bixgirl1​ (8.5K)- Potter stared at him with an intense, indecipherable expression. He cleared his throat. “You know what? It would be easier to learn if you just showed me,” he said abruptly. In which Draco has a crush but fancies himself kind, Harry is oblivious but overly ambitious (and the teensiest bit sneaky), and things get dirty really fast.MY (not at all) GUILTY PLEASURE 8TH YEAR ROOMMATE FIC!!! Jesus, I could read this one 3289 times and still squeal in excitement every time because DAMN it’s hot. DRACO. TEACHES. HIS. ROOMMATE. HARRY. HOW. TO. SEX. 

Unexpected Consequences by lauren3210 (39K)- Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded with Malfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. Harry didn’t know why he expected anything different.I love this fic so so dearly! I suppose it technically fits more on a “magical bonds” list (and it’ll go on there when I make that one!) but they’re also roommates and they have their own private fancy suite and it’s a BLESSING. The bond forces Draco to do whatever Harry says so the Ministry can allow him back at school— and also so we can read some amazing af flangst

Crup-tion of the Not-So-Innocent by Calanthe (17K)- If you thought that befriending Draco Malfoy would be easier than defeating the Dark Lord you’d be wrong. Harry Potter has to grow another pair of legs and a forked tail before he can break down the frosty barrier blocking the way into Malfoy’s heart (and his underpants).Harry and Draco both have to live in the dungeons when they return to Hogwarts the summer after the war (because those are the only rooms left in tact). Draco refuses to even consider being amicable to Harry. That is, until Harry gains a new skill and Draco turns out to be a surprise animal lover ;)

Stay With Me by jeni_andtheafterthought (2.5K)- With some effort, Draco Malfoy can keep his eyes off Harry Potter. Though, he can’t help hearing him.Some god old eighth year roommate getting together smut.

In Evidence of Magical Theory by @bixgirl1 (43.5K)- In which Harry and Draco can’t fight, and so they fall in love instead. When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, the pair are forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible.Another forced bonding fic!!! I’m such a sucker for them. They don’t start out as roommates in this one, but they definitely end up there! And as… bed mates hehehehe. Also the magical theory in this fic is fantastic and I loved thinking about it so much and there should be a thousand fics based on the background info in this one!!!