#i think lucius is bi for the record

[milf-food]

Headcannon that at one point Temesia was like "well... I trust him, I like his company, I think he's kinda funny. I guess that means I like him" [comphet] and asked Lucius out but Lucius rejected her not because he doesn't have a crush on her [I mean, she's a buff, stoic, sweetheart knight lady. Who doesn't have a little bit of a crush on her?] But because he knew this bitch was gay way before she did

[ectonurites]

for the character headcanons ask, tim or steph

i ended up doing both LMAO

so for Tim:


A (realistic headcanon): i will stand by this being realistic but TIM CONTINUING TO SKATEBOARD! like okay yes in canon he only used redboard like twice, and once he had his car back he didn’t really rely on it, but he put the time into learning how to and really enjoyed it! i think it would be fun to see him do it more and like i think steph could also skate with him (altho honestly she has more roller skate energy to me but they could still hang out at a skatepark together) i also have this idea for a fic im at some point going to write of Damian finding redboard and Tim being like ‘oh i can show u how to use that-‘ and him being like ‘NO i will do it on my own’ but eventually it becomes a whole bonding thing for them

B (hilarious): other people joke about this a lot but Tim skateboarding around Wayne Enterprises will NEVER cease to amuse me. just the general chaos of a seventeen year old in a power position like that. I think like Lucius and Tam would keep record of stupid shit he does (skateboarding in the office, Interesting fashion choices, the mountain of mugs and takeout containers that build on his desk, his use of glitter gel pens on official documents, threats to pull a seto kaiba and make WE’s primary goals be trading card related, etc) and make a lil scrapbook to give him on his 21st birthday or something when he’s like Slightly More of an adult

C (heart-crushing): Young Justice being Tim’s first friends he can feel real around that he doesn’t think are going to just be temporary. like... i’ve done a lot of rambling about Tim and again we know he’s a kid who grew up going from boarding school to boarding school, he could make friends easily enough but they were very... fleeting. they weren’t meant to last and he went into it knowing that. even though at the start of the group he couldn’t tell them everything, I feel like Young Justice were just the people he eventually was able to be himself the most around, since he didn’t need to hide being Robin. (again him needing to hide being Tim for a while definitely created some distance, but it was very different than hiding the whole hero life from people he knew at home and at school) and then ya know the core four group moving onto the titans together further solidifying this sense of ‘we are a group who can get through stuff together’... until it all falls the fuck apart after Kon dies. and Tim & Cassie have their weird bad coping things. and Bart dies. i think for Tim it would just be so crushing to have the first group he was able to consider being more permanent fall apart like that (not to mention his dad and steph dying around the same time on top of it- being two of the other types of relationships [familial and a romantic partner] that had more permanence to him) and even when people come back and bonds heal, that sense of stability would just forever be shattered, he lost them once and knows that it could happen again and that fear would always be there in the back of his mind

D (canon is a coward and won’t): that he is bisexual LMAO

aaand now Steph

A (realistic headcanon): alright this is kinda canon related but okay. we have seen MULTIPLE alternate versions of Steph with really short hair (future state, that time she imagined herself as nightwing, earth-3) so i really feel like by current-ish canon she’s already thinking about chopping her hair off, like it’s one of those ideas that just every now and then she’ll see someone with super short hair and be like oh... i want that... but never really go through with it (like she’s had some kinda short looks preboot but i think the shortest was like a bob. im talking pixie cut here) and like im imagining maybe after some mission her hair gets caught on something or even burned or idk and she just says fuck it and her, Cass and Tim get back to one of their apartments/a safehouse after patrol and cut her hair in the bathroom at like 4am (yes im aware i place many situations in the middle of the night in the bathroom with friends... [like that timkon fic i wrote a bit ago] its just such a special setting okay) like Cass with the scissors Tim’s holding up a reference pic Steph found on pinterest. it looks great once it’s done

B (hilarious): the eggplant vs purple thing. i think that now in this post death metal world of dc, where everyone’s remembering things from before the reboot, steph should have a small mental breakdown about how she betrayed her old self by rallying behind the color purple (‘enemy of crime and people who hate purple!’) vs how she used to be so insistent her color scheme was eggplant (‘its eggplant. purple would look stupid’). everyone else is having their brains break because of like conflicting memories of their traumas (and she’s got that goin on too, dont get me wrong, she’ll get to freaking out about that later) but steph is just sitting there staring at a color wheel trying not to cry

C (heart-crushing): i’ve seen some fics explore this a little but i think she’d end up doing a lot of thinking about her baby that she gave up for adoption. like that was something she experienced so young and i feel that would just always be a lurking thought in her mind, where is the baby? is she happy? gotham’s a dangerous city, there’s a lot to be afraid about there. Not that she wouldn’t already because she is just a caring big sister type of person, but I think Steph looking out for all the kids in Gotham (especially once she’s batgirl) in some small part could tie back to wanting to make sure her kid is safe out there wherever she ended up. (additionally since she had a rough upbringing with her whole dad situation she just especially is protective over kids anyways. Sometimes I think she might get kinda insecure about it… maybe even question herself about why she’s saving people, is it because she genuinely cares or is it something more selfish? it’s definitely a self doubt i could see manifesting)

D (canon is a coward and won’t) not to be repetitive but also that she is bi i will stand by this

[alindakb]

Letters to my Parents - Wednesday 25 January 1995 - by Alinda

Wednesday 25 January 1995

Dear mom and dad,

So, it the end of January now, and I have finally figured out the secret of the egg. And all thanks to some help of Cedric and Myrtle. Who wasn’t pleased that I never come to visit her anymore, which I kind of feel bad about, because she had been a good friend to me in my second year. Draco says a good friend doesn’t help you try to commit suicide, but I don’t think he fully understands how lonely I was back then and that if Myrtle hadn’t been there I might have tried even sooner. Which now makes Draco say that would have been better because me almost dying made him realise his love for me was more important than his father's approval. But you know, maybe he should have figured that out without me almost dying, so he has no grounds to complain about my friendship with Myrtle.

But I’ll get back to you about the whole egg thing. First I want to tell you about Hagrid. You know we figured out that he was a giant during the Yule ball. Well, it turns out that we weren’t the only ones that heard his secret. On the first day of term, a news article about him was published in the Daily Prophet. We discovered it during breakfast and I hated that we had to sit out Herbology before we could run off to his cabin for Care of Magical Creatures. When we got there, Hagrid was nowhere to be seen and Professor Grubby-Plank was there to stand in for him. She showed us Unicorns, and it was nice to see them in a better light than the death one Draco and I saw in our first year, but we were worried about Hagrid and struggled to concentrate in class.

The article was very mean, calling Hagrid brutal and saying students were scared of him. And they said that his mother was part of Voldemort’s army of giants that killed many muggles. And Nott and Crabbe were mentioned in the article, saying Hagrid wasn’t able to stop his Hippogriff from attacking the students and that he’s torturing them with his new Blast-Ended-Skrewts. If Professor Grubby-Plank hadn’t called for attention I’m sure we would have ended up fighting with them.

We had lessons all day and I couldn’t wait for it to be over so we could go check on Hagrid. We knocked on his door and a window for over ten minutes, only Hagrid wouldn’t open the door. I know he was there, we could hear Fang’s barks, but he wouldn’t open for us. Hagrid didn’t show himself for the entire week and on Saturday, Draco and I were back at his door, begging him to open up. We screamed that we didn’t care. But it was all for nothing.

Another week went by without Hagrid. Hermione and I even got into a small fight because of it all. She said something about how good the Care for Magical Creatures lessons are now and I just lost it. Draco tells me I should control my anger better, that it’s not Hermione’s fault and that I shouldn’t blame her. And I know he’s right, so the next day I apologised to Hermione. She also said that she should have been more considered and all is good between us again.

That Saturday was a Hogsmeade day, and Draco and I joined our friends on the walk there. It was really funny when we passed the Durmstrang ship. Victor Krum appeared on the deck, dressed in nothing but swimming trunks. We all stopped and watched as he dived into the lake. Greg mentioned that Krum most be mad for jumping into freezing water. And Draco responded with ‘but also good looking mad’.  We all laughed at Greg who just shook his head complaining he should find straight friends, that everyone was betraying him. After which Hermione and Daphne pointed out that they were straight. Greg corrected them and told them he needed straight male friends. That the gays and bi’s are taking the overhand. Blaise said he shouldn’t be worried, that he would still drool over girls with him. And Luna agreed she would too.

After some short shopping, we ended up in the Three Broomsticks. I’d hoped that we would maybe see Hagrid here. Draco told me to stop worrying and enjoy our time with our friends. He suggested to maybe leave a little early so we could have the dormitory to ourself. So I tried, only to be interrupted by Mr Bagman who insisted he needed to speak to me alone. Draco gave him an angry look but let me go with him to the bar. Blaise shouted after us that Bagman could buy us some drinks. He laughed that off and then glanced at some Goblins that seemed to keep an eye on him. I asked them why they were here, and he said that the Goblins were looking for Mr Crouch. And that is how I found out that apparently, Mr Crouch has been ill and that Ron’s brother Percy is keeping the department going with the help of instructions he gets by owl.

I’m sure you can guess what Bagman offered me again. His help. He wanted me to break the rules again. He said it was because he wanted a Hogwarts victory, so I told him to go offer Cedric his help. But Bagman said he had taken a liking to me because of my amazing flying when facing the dragon. I told him I was making good progress with the egg, even though at that point I still had no clue.

I slipped back to my friends and soon Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean joined us and we had a lot of fun. Until Rita Skeeter came into the pub. She was fishing for a story, even asked me for an interview about the Hagrid I knew. And then the most amazing thing happened. I had expected Draco to lose his temper, but it was Hermione who stood up and called her a horrible woman and told her to keep her quill inside her bag and leave us all alone.

And then she was off. Ron, Draco and I followed her. Ron was worried Skeeter would go for Hermione next, but Hermione didn’t seem to care. She went on and on that Hagrid shouldn’t let Skeeter get to him and that he’s done hiding out in his cabin. She screamed at his door that he should open up, that nobody cared that his mother was a giant and that he couldn’t let that foul Skeeter woman do this to him. And you should have seen her face when the door opened and Headmaster Dumbledore was standing there. He invited us in and we all sat down while the Headmaster summoned some tea and cake. He told Hagrid that we almost broke down his door because we still want to see him. We all agreed with him and told Hagrid that we liked him and didn’t care who his mother was. Draco pitched in that he understands, that there are a lot of students that don’t like him just because his father is Lucius Malfoy and that Hagrid shouldn’t let others get to him, but that he should show them that he’s his own person. And then he hit me in the ribs, motioning with his head for me to pitch in. So I told him I also couldn’t pick my family and that I had to live with the Dursleys who despised magic. And how nobody blames me for them.

I think all of this cheered Hagrid up a little. The headmaster told Hagrid he expected him back at work on Monday and that he would join him for breakfast that day. And then he left. Hagrid then told us about his dad. Even showed us a picture. It turns out his dad died when he was in his second year. But the Headmaster had helped him, made sure he got the job of gamekeeper. He said his father had told him to never be ashamed. So from now on, he will try to keep that in mind and that he’d been an idiot for hiding out in his cabin all this time.

So Hagrid was back at teaching and that left me with only the stupid egg to worry about. Cedric had given me a clue, a couple of days after the ball. He’d told me to go take a bath with the egg. He even gave up the password for the prefects' bathroom. And since Draco and I still hadn’t figured out what the egg was all about, we decided it was time to try out Cedric’s hint and explore the prefects' bathroom. We went at night, tom make sure we would have enough time and that we wouldn’t be disturbed. We used to cloak and the Marauders Map to make sure nobody would spot us out of bed.

Draco was in love with the bathroom as soon as we stepped in. He said he wouldn’t mind being a prefect if it meant he could use the bathroom whenever he wants. The entire room was made out of white marble, including the swimming pool that functioned as the bathtub. It had a hundred golden taps all around its edges, each with a differently coloured jewel set into the handle. Draco didn’t waste any time and placed two towels next to the edge and opened some of the taps. Blue, pink and yellow bubbles the size of footballs started to flow around, just like some purple clouds. The bath filled up with hot water and foam in record time. And then Draco took off his dressing gown and his boxer. He winked at me and then jumped into the bath. I just stood there for a while, I can’t hide that from time to time I’m still amazed about how beautiful Draco is.

When Draco was swimming some laps I took of my own clothes and joined him in the bath. It was so deep that my feet barely touched the bottom. Draco swam to me and wasted no time before he started to kiss me. And it didn’t just stay with kissing. For the first time, we had more space than our small bed and it was just perfect. He turned me around so I could lean over the edge while he entered me, his hands roaming over my body. It was amazing and we both found pleasure and were still having when we both had a heart attack. Out of nowhere, someone said that this was quite the show. We turned around and spotted Myrtle sitting cross-legged on top of the taps.

I screamed at her for spying on us. She just said that she had closed her eyes when we got in, that she didn’t see anything. And then she said I hadn’t been to see her for ages. I felt bad about that. I told her I was sorry and that I would come by more often again. Draco still thinks it’s crazy that I’m friend with Moaning Myrtle, but he lets it be. He doesn’t want to think too much about that time, and what I did that year. I know he knows that I would never do anything like that again, that I won’t leave him like that. But that doesn’t change the fact that for one night he thought he lost me forever.

To change the subject, Draco had picked up the egg and opened it up. It was still wailing and I pushed it close, the sound making me feel nauseous. And then Myrtle told us to try the egg in the water. Apparently, that’s what Cedric had done. Draco asked her if she had been spying on Cedric too. She said, of course, she had and even asked Draco if he’s ever seen Cedric, who would not spy on a good looking boy like that. Draco agreed with her and I slapped him, told him that his boyfriend was standing next to him. So he kissed me and said that I was the only one he ever wanted to see without his clothes on.

After that, we lowered the egg in the water and opened it there. Now it wasn’t wailing, but a gurgling song was coming out of it. Draco and I both took a deep breath and slid under the surface. We listened to the song and then went up to take a breath. The song goes like this:

Come seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground. And while you’re searching, ponder this: wove taken what you’ll sorely miss. An hour-long you’ll have to look and to recover what we took. But past an hour, the prospect’s black. Too late, it’s gone, it won't come back.

I went down to listen again, but Draco stayed above the surface. When I got up again I was wondering out loud who wouldn’t be able to use their voices above the ground. Draco and Myrtle both laughed at me. I looked at Draco and he pointed towards the painting on the wall that showed a mermaid sleeping on a rock. And then it all made sense, the song was made by the merpeople. Some times we could see one swimming in the lake through the windows of the common room. And then I turned as white as Myrtle. I hardly know how to swim, let alone be able to breathe underwater for an hour to look for something they took from me. Draco reassured me that we would find a way, that Hermione could help, that she would love the challenge to find a way. He didn’t seem all that worried, he was already guessing what they would steal from me, what it was I would have to retrieve.

After that, we said our goodbyes to Myrtle and I promised again that I would visit her again soon. We pulled the cloak back on and started to make our way down back to the dungeon. At some point, Draco told me to stop. That someone was moving in Professor Snape’s office on the map. We both looked and were surprised to see the name Bartemius Crouch. Mr Crouch is supposed to be sick, not able to even get to the ministry for work. But here he was, sneaking around in Professor Snape’s office.

And then everything went wrong. I was so preoccupied with Mr Crouch’s weird behaviour that I forgot to jump over the trick step. My leg sank down and I dropped the egg. The cloak slipped off us while I tried to grab the egg. Luckily Draco managed to grab the cloak before we lost it. He pulled it over us and told me to be quiet, that Filch was on his way. The egg had opened up and was wailing at the bottom of the stairs. Filch closed it and started to shout that this would be the last trick Peeves pulled. That stealing a champions egg was the last straw, that Dumbledore would kick him out now. Filch started to climb the stairs and I was sure he was going to hit us and we would get expelled or something.

Luckily for us, that was the moment Professor Snape showed up at the bottom of the stairs, asking what was going on. Filch said it was Peeves, that he’d thrown the egg. But Professor Snape took one look at the egg, shook his head and told Filch he would make sure that the rightful owner would get his egg back. That it probably belongs to Harry, and that Harry could collect it from his office in the morning, together with Draco. And that they can expect a nasty detention for being out of bed in the middle of the night. Draco and I both stayed quiet. We would serve detention, everything was better than having Filch drag us to his office and going to the Headmaster. The headmaster would be obligated to inform our guardians, something Snape promised not to do again, unless absolutely necessary. He still feels bad about what happened after Christmas with Draco’s dad. He walked in on us when Draco was holding one of his father's letters with tears in his eyes. I think it made an impression on Professor Snape.

We thought we were safe, and then the only person that could see us showed up. Professor Moody walked in on the scene and he looked right at me and Draco. We stared at each other for some time. I was sure he was going to give us away and get us in real trouble. But he turned back to Snape and they had words. Snape had mentioned to Filch that someone had been in his office and Filch let that slip to Moody, and then Moody and Snape had this little argument on the stairs. Moody said something about spots that don’t come off, and Professor Snape suddenly seized his left forearm convulsively with his right hand, as though something on it hand hurt him. Later that evening, when we were back in our bed, Draco told me about the Dark Mark, the sign of the Dark Lord that was tattooed on his followers left forearm. He told me his father has one, and that he knows for sure that Professor Snape also has it, that he was part of the Dark Lord’s followers. That there was no other reason he would grab for his arm like that.

This made me wonder, would Professor Snape still be one of his followers? So I asked him about it the next morning when Draco and I went to collect my egg. Professor Snape looked sad when he told us he wasn’t the smartest boy when he was younger, and that he’d made mistakes in his life he would never forgive himself for, but that I needed to worry, that he would do everything in his power to keep me safe. That didn’t stop him from still giving us detention. We had to clean cauldrons for hours on our Saturday off. Even after I told Professor Snape that we were out of bed because we needed to be to figure out the clue of the egg. Professor Snape shook his head and told us we could have worked it out during the day and that we still deserved punishment for being out of bed.

Well, at least I now know what I’m supposed to do for the second task. Not that we have any idea how I’m going to do it. But we still have a couple of weeks before the task, and Hermione and Draco are sure we will find a way for me to breath underwater.

Love you,

Harry James Potter.

[kittypotter16]

5 of Draco’s Freudian Slips

So, I thought this would be a fun one to write since I accidentally wrote a stellar example of Draco trying to be Lucius, and epically failing whilst revealing his gay-ness at the same time. For the record, I have no problem with gay-ness (I am bi!) I just find this stuff a laugh to write.

‘Believe me, take absolutely no pleasure in being inside you. Your school! I take absolutely no pleasure in being inside your school!’

‘My Father thinks you won’t last 10 minutes in this tournament. I. I think you won’t cost 5.’

‘Oh yeah, she was dead before you I could wipe the come off your chin!’ 

‘I won’t flirt, Father, there’s no need with these people.’

‘Oh no, Potter! You’ve got yourself a girlfriend!’

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