#my friend norbert

[toshered]

so basically this would be my best friend norbert would be his name and he’d be my good friend and i’d love him a lot

[sea-side-scribbles]

What if Norbert was like a brother to Arthur?

[foreignjello]

“Hagrid,” Ron whinged, his throat constricting, eyes becoming misty because he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t do anything even as his best mate was probably being-

But then Ron spotted a centaur coming their way, and on his back was Harry. Relief instantly flooded Ron as he sprinted towards Harry. 

“Harry!” Ron shouted as he practically threw himself at his best friend, who barely caught him just as he was set down by the centaur.

“I’m fine,” Harry whispered to Ron, before looking up at Hagrid. “The unicorns dead, Hagrid, it’s in that clearing back there.”

I need moots to talk about ronarry, drarry, dron, etc with plsssssssss

[mal-lay]

Don’t feel like drawing digitally right now -sticking to sketches. But I wanna appreciate Mia Stone. I love her so much!!💕💕🫶🏽🫶🏽

3rd picture is just me drawing different outfits on her.

1st one is a cute little pajama dress idea that I made up in my head.

2nd one is her alternative outfit (or for her anniversary). It is slightly inspired by @nachocheezos21 ‘s post that I saw from a few months ago where they drew Mia and Afton’s gifts. It’s a similar concept at least. I thought her fit was so cute!!💕

3rd one is her marriage dress. I searched up 1950’s wedding dresses.

I tried making her face similar to this sketch I did with all the characters (which I never posted) almost 2 months ago. But sadly I can’t draw things too similar. I’m really proud of this sketch.

Bonus:

They are gossiping about nerdy things. 🤓

I was drawing this planning to do intelligent characters but then I realized —“All” of them are Mad (evil) scientists! But I drew Harold —who is on the dorky side. But he was too good to erase. 🤭

Seriously who invited bro?💀

[duskstargazer]

[2006]

“So, there we were…” Azalea eulogized. “An enormous rake of twelve-wheeled coaches running behind us.”

“They were livestock vans carrying I'd guess sheep.”

“Hundreds of them, all pushing against us!”

“There were at most fifteen.”

“We fought hard, barely maintaining our hold on the wet rails!”

“It was mildly cloudy and the rails were dry. We were probably doing maybe two over the speed restrictions.”

“We came tearing down the hill and, finally regaining control, glided into the station in spectacular fashion. We were deemed heroes by everyone that was there, had special nameplates casted, and were given residence in the National Railway Museum!”

River sighed. “She's been having this recurring dream for nearly a month now.”

Had he the capability, River would likely be massaging one of his temples by now.

Almond and Simon shared a look. A look that asked “how the hell do we respond to this?”

[beepboop260]

i've figured out aldric and norbert's dynamic already

Norbert was a moon mage causing trouble in the town outside Aldric's residence and instead of imprisoning him Aldric made Norbert his pet, thinking having a rare moon mage as his pet would make him look good and then later found out that Norbert is very into sun mages and loves how they have to get fat to use their powers. Norbert loves trying to break Aldric's composure and get him to give into his sun mage instincts however Aldric is near impossible to break so his plans usually end up backfiring somehow. Norbert saves his biggest plans for when solar flares happen and get aldric to lower his defenses somewhat.

Norbert is incredibly affected by full moons so Aldric tries to help him however he can, usually involving just Aldric fucking Norbert until he passes out.

[cliosunshine]

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐯𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭 🐾

or how the first time your boyfriend meets your cat doesn't go as planned (he survives don't worry)

Jason Todd x gn!reader

Warnings: none, reader is a doctor and Norbert is a chunky boi

After successfully taking down another trafficking ring, Jason was ready to head back home.

As he helped the last person out of their restraints, shots got fired from behind him, causing him to promptly duck by the nearest car. He went to take his guns into his hands, but quickly realized he must've threw them earlier when approaching the little girls kept in the warehouse, trying to appear as little intimitanding as possible.

"Shit," he muttered, searching for a way out. Without thinking, he grabbed the body of one of the men he had shot and used it as his shield until he got to the other side of the street, where he could see one of the men's rifles.

Quickly discarding of the corpse, he took the weapon into his hands, muscle memory kicking in as he fired at the sniper perched by the window of an abandoned building.

Retrieving his guns, he managed to run a few blocks towards his bike before more shots were being fired at him, certainly from Black Mask's goons.

As he fired back, one of the bullets from the aggressors pierced throught his left thigh, making him grunt in pain.

The adrenaline in his body was too high for him to fully comprehend the situation. Ultimately he managed to kill some of the goons before storming off on his bike.

While skimming trought the desolated streets of Gotham, Jason knew he needed medical attention asap, but his apartment was too far away and in no way in hell was he going to the manor, so he opted for the only other option he had.

Your place.

Now, you and him had been dating for quite some time, but he had never been to your apartment before. It was mainly to keep you out of harm's way, were someone to see a vigilante coming every night to your window and associating you with him.

The other reason was your cat, Norbert.

He had seen pictures and videos of him, but had been warned by every single one of your friends and apparently Dick as well, that he despised men.

Dick had learned it the hard way when he was passing throught your neighbourhood and saw you desperately trying to coax Norbert back into you apartment, since he somehow got himself on the fire escape and had no intention of budging.

Imagine your horror upon seeing Nighwing picking up your cat and trying to pet him and coo at him.

"Aw, what a cutie, what's his name-"

"Nighwing, no!-"

But it was too late: your cat had already scratched the man's cheek. Dick screamed as he let the cat go and almost tumbled over the fire escape. Now everytime somebody brought Norbert up in conversation, you could alway hear him cussing out your cat under his breath.

But Jason's mind was too far gone to fully underatnd what was happening, all he was thinking of was to get to shelter, to find a way not to bleed to death in the middle of the road, so up your building's fire escape he went.

He had made it to your window and knocked on it lighlty, knowing you'd be up reading a book before going to bed.

As if on cue, you arrived jogging with a toothbrush in your mouth, hastily sliding up your window upon seeing your boyfriend's doubled over figure.

"Oh my God, love, are you okay?" You hadn't spotted the gunshot yet, too preoccupied to bring his massive frame into your home.

"Hey, sweetheart," He said, taking his helmet off. Sweat made his hair cling to his forehead, a groan leaving his lips as he tried his best not to put his weight on the injured leg, "Sorry if this is the way I visit your place for the first time."

You gave him a worried look as you assessed the wound before running to the bathroom, getting rid of your toothbrush and pulling out the first aid kit. You thanked every entity in this universe for making you choose to go to medical school as you quickly returned to the living room, where you found Jason slumped against your coffee table.

You quickly began working on his leg, giving him a gauze to bite into.

"Tahnh yuh babh"

You tried to suppress a chuckle as you finished wrapping up his leg and gave him a glass of water and osme painkillers. You kissed his cheek, "No problem, love, I'm literally doing my job"

Jason gave you a lopsided grin both from pure exhaustion and sleepiness, and he felt his eyes begin to droop.

You shook him lightly, afraid to injure him further but definitely not wanting him to worsen his conditions.

"Hey, baby, you need to stay awake for me for a bit, yeah?"

"Mh-I knoww...I just-"

"Meow."

You stared at your boyfriedn with an horrified expression, eyes wide as your fingers grazed his bandages.

Jason seemed to have lost every single ounce of sleep in his body, matching your expression.

"Meow."

Uh oh.

"Don't move," you pleaded with him, taking his hands in yours, "I'll bring him here, just- holy cow!"

Just as you begun to turn, you spotted Norbert, your cat, in all his chunky orange glory, staring the two of you down - or better, zeroing in his amber eye on Jason, who for the first time that night, felt true fear.

"What do I do?" he whispered to you as he held eye contact with your cat, both of his hands tensing up under your grip.

You sighed, standing up, "Just stay there," then you went over Norbert and picked him up.

The feline instantly melted in your hold, purring slightly and nuzzling into you, but you could tell he wasn't fully calming down. He was still looking at Jason and his tail was swaying from side to side.

You just hoped you wouldn't have to stich Jason up again tonight.

You made your way over, taking small steps towards your boyfriend, who was still laying on the ground with a cautious look on his face.

"I made him smell some of your clothes the last few months," you started to explain, "and he even cuddled up to me in bed while i was wearing your hoodie, you know, the black Metallica one..." you took a few more steps, now directly in front of him.

You kneeled down, your arms tightening slightly around Norbert, "I really hope that did the trick,"

The cat sensed your nervousness and thinking it was due to Jason presence, hissed at him, swatting a clawed paw in his direction.

You closed your eyes, taking a big breath and trying to calm your nerves. This was a big deal for you and you cared bout both of them just as deeply, so you really hoped Norbert learned to accept Jason.

"Outstretch one of you hands towards him," you instructed Jason, "let him sniff you."

You loosened your grip on your cat and he jumped out of your arms, cautiosly making his way to Jason's hand. He let a low grumble as a warning, but upon sniffing his hand, he took a few momwnts to assess the situation. Nornert looked at you and you muttered a good boy to him, stroking his back in praise. He meowed and turned back to Jason, looking at him and then, and only then, he softly bumped his head on his hand, his fluffy tail up as Jason run his hand over his back. You both let out a relieved breath in unison, your shoulders visibly relaxing.

You watched the scene in awe, you eyes starting to well up with tears.

Jason sensed the mood switch and turned his head towards you. He was still smiling for not being smacked or bitten by your cat yet, so he scooted over, daring to do the impossible: hugging you in front of Norbert.

He had heard the stories: your guy friends and most importantly your ex boyfriend had tried to do so and had eneded up being chased around the house by a raging murderous orange ball of fur. They lived to tell the tale, but had since refused to step foot into your home ever again.

He hoped it would go differently for him.

Taking a leap of faith, he swung his arm around your shoulders, you thighs barely touching as his other hand cradled your chin.

"Hey," he looked into your eyes with worry, "you okay?"

You nodded with wide eyes, your left hand cupping his cheek with a relieved smile.

"Yeah, I'm happy he didn't attack you, it's all," you said but then your expression faltered as you heard another meow and saw Norbert staring menacingly at Jason's hand on your chin, then at Jason and then at the hand again.

He quickly dropped his hand and chuckled in apology, but you decided to see just how far you could push your luck and decided to pick Norbert up and place him onto your lap so he'd be between you two.

He unsurprisingly loafed up on you immediately and rested his chin on your right knree, staring up at the two of you.

"Try again, love," you said to Jason, who didn't need to be told twice as he eagerly tilted you chin up and leaned down for a searing kiss, his lips moulding against your own. You melted at the way his slightly chapped lips seemed to slot perfectly against yours, sighing in contemptment as your fingers twiddled witht the damp strands of hair that were stuck to his nape. You slightly tugged them and that earned you a mewl from Jason, the sound vibrating in your own mouth and making you smile in satisfaction.

Eventually pulling away to catch your breath, Jason chased your lips again but you playfully swatted his chest chuckling, "Don't push your luck, Jay. Norbert's patience runs out very quickly," you whispered as you looked down, petting the cat on your lap, "Aren't you a good boy, uh? Letting me kiss my boyfriend without drawing blood,"

Jason let out a whine, glaring at the cat and then making puppy eyes at you, "Wasn't I your good boy?"

"Jason, oh my god-"

[wonustars]

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖧𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 (Teaser)

𖥔 pairing: kim mingyu x reader 𖥔 wordcount: ~15k+ (this teaser: 599) 𖥔 genre: fake marriage au!, fluff, angst, smut (18+ mdni)

𖥔 reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated ♡! tumblr is based on reblogs not likes, and they help writers like me to get better reach. thank you!

𖥔 summary: you and mingyu (a former mafia member and also your ex-fiancè's former best friend) are forced into witness protection. All you’ve been told is that you’re meant to act like a happily married couple. Pushed into a cookie cutter house, and a suburban neighbourhood far from the city, where people bring you baked goods on your first day and partake in small talk, it’s all foreign and new. There’s so many things you don’t know about him, but for a man who’s only known violence and all things illegal, he’s somehow the perfect house husband.

𖥔 tags: fake relationship/marriage!au, non-idol!au, mafia!au, afab!reader, norbert is readers cat (more tags when the fic is posted) 𖥔 release date: may 14 or 15, 2024 𖥔 author's note: if i end up posting after the predicted dates plz do not crucify me 🙏 ik a lot of people have been waiting for this one so i'd thought i post a teaser since i have 2-3 chapters left till its finally finished. thank you to all of those who sent in their ideas and to those who've shown so much interest in this story :") i really hope it lives up to your expectations!! see u soonest - anna ♡ !!!!

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The first few days at the new house were uneventful and awkward to say the least.

Mingyu spent the majority of his time doing random housework, he thought that if he had to live here for a year, then he should at least try and make it as “homely" as possible. 

Many of the women in the neighbourhood had deemed Mingyu as their new eye-candy. Despite the fact that he wore his pink shibu inu apron while tending to the garden at the front of the house. They would especially make sure to take multiple laps around the block during their group walks, drooling over his toned muscles as he began to plant an array of flowers on the lawn. 

Mingyu isn’t very observant when it comes to people finding him attractive, believe it or not. He automatically assumes that the wives of Bridgewater just wanted to get to know the new couple that just moved in. 

“What a beautiful garden you have!” one of the wives called out from the sidewalk, her eyes glinting with appeal. 

“Thank you, It’s not done just yet, but I think we’re finally getting somewhere,” Mingyu smiles bashfully. 

“Of course dear. You know if you’re ever free you should come and take a look at my garden,” another lady giggles, her innuendo flying right over Mingyu’s head.

The group of fourty plus year old women all giggle like school girls as they watch his face turn red with flattery. Mingyu scratches the back of his head awkwardly as they bid him good-bye, curious as to what they group of women thought was so funny about him taking a look at their gardens. It’s all just a bunch of flowers isn’t it? 

The sound of your car’s engine brings Mingyu out of his thoughts, his gardening tools forgotten by the piles of dirt he left. You lug Nortbert’s carrier as you walk into the house, acknowledging his presence with a small nod. His pink aprons raises a few questions in your head, but you decide not to comment on it. 

“Oh hey you’re back, is he ok?” Mingyu asks, motioning to the carrier you hold in your hand. 

Halting your steps, your eyes widen as you realize that he’s talking to you, there wasn’t much conversation between the two of you since you’ve moved in. so you found it a little surprising that he’s asking about Norbert, the cat who tends to show lots of aggression towards him. 

“Morning. He’s ok, I just took him for his check up at the vet,” you shrug before entering the house. 

You leave the conversation there. There wasn’t much else to say anyways, and you had a lot of work to get to before the end of the day. If Mingyu feels a little bit ignored by your actions, he doesn’t make it noticeable, going back to working on his garden. 

From across the yard, neither you of Mingyu notice Seungkwan’s looming figure as he and Vernon enjoy the Friday morning sun. He watches the two of you from his porch with a quirked eyebrow. They’re awfully awkward for newly weds, he thinks to himself. 

“Nonie, don’t you think they’re a little weird?” Seungkwan nudges his boyfriend, who’s mumbling to himself while Vernon reads his book. 

Vernon quirks up, moving his headphones a little to hear what his boyfriend has to say, “huh? Sorry I was reading, what’d you say?” 

“Nothing, go back to your book love,” Seungkwan mumbles, his eyes still darting back and forth from your descending figure and Mingyu, his suspicions spiking once more.

[vettelsvee]

PREGNANCY JOURNEY | Sebastian Vettel

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rbr sebastian vettel x schumacher!reader | part 1 here

summary: a little bit of your pregnancy journey with seb

word count: 2809

warnings: none of it! just seb and reader being cute (at least that's what i think sjsj). settled on 2012 season

a/n: I love dad!seb bye, pls send me requests bc he's literally the seb i love to write the most about

you can send your one shots requests here! feedback, as well as comments and reblogs, are truly appreciated!

Yours and Seb's families

It had only been two weeks since Sebastian and you had discovered you were going to be parents in that room in Hungary, and you wanted to start sharing the news with your family.

After much deliberation on how you could do it in such a special way, you decided to organize an intimate dinner at the house they shared in Switzerland.

As you enjoyed the delicious dishes you prepared yourself with the useless help of your boyfriend, nerves filled you both as you prepared to share the news at the end of the dinner. So, when desserts arrived at the table and you enjoyed them while chatting animatedly about trivial matters, Vettel gently took your hand under the table. With a glance, you knew it was time to tell your parents what you had been hiding.

You took your glass of wine, from which you hadn't been drinking, and stood up, causing the attentive gazes of the three present to focus on what you were about to say:

"Mom, Dad. Heike, Norbert," you began. "Today you're not here just because I'm showing off my ridiculous cooking skills, but for a more special reason."

Confusion arose among the older couples, who exchanged confused looks with each other.

You began to get emotional, finding it impossible to articulate your words. Therefore, Seb took over for you, continuing with the improvised speech:

"I know it might not be the right time," the younger German expressed, taking your hand, "but you're going to be grandparents."

"Wait… What do you mean, Sebastian?" your mum asked curiously, doubting what her son-in-law just told them.

"That's right, son," Norbert agreed with your mum. "What are you trying to tell us?"

"We're going to be parents," you whispered, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm pregnant."

As soon as your mum heard from your own mouth that you were expecting a child, she rushed to hug you tightly, immediately joined by Vettel's mother, causing all three women to have teary eyes. Norbert immediately ran to hug his son, shouting in excitement as he did so, and your dad, on the other hand, was in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"Wait a moment, Y/N," Michael commented, rising and positioning himself next to his son-in-law. "Are you saying that you've been accompanying Seb all season while pregnant, and on top of that, you've kept it from me?"

You started laughing at your dad’s comment. Sebastian, on the other hand, began to feel fear for the first time in his life towards the man who initially became his idol and, over time, not only his friend and mentor, but also his father-in-law.

"Dad, no!" you denied. "I haven't been pregnant all this time. I'm currently about three weeks along, and we found out as soon as we arrived in Hungary because I was nauseous and dizzy the whole trip," you explained.

"I'm sorry if this caught you off guard," your boyfriend apologized, especially to Michael. "It’s not like we haven't been hiding the pregnancy," the young man declared, "but we needed time to process it and make sure it wasn't a false alarm."

Schumacher sighed in relief and wrapped his arm around his wife. Heike hugged her husband, who still couldn't believe he was going to be a grandfather for the first time.

"Yeah, okay…" your dad finally replied. "I'm glad to know that my eldest daughter hasn't been taking unnecessary risks and that, furthermore, you've been celebrating Seb's victories properly."

The mention of this made Sebastian wish he could disappear at that moment just like you.

"Michael, don't say that to them!" your mum exclaimed, hitting her husband's arm. "I still can't believe we're going to be grandparents. It's wonderful! Congratulations, guys!"

Once you exchanged hugs and congratulations, the quartet returned to the table to finish enjoying dinner. The truth was that your parents were concerned about your condition, but for different reasons: on one hand, Michael knew how stressful Formula 1 could be day in and day out, and he didn't want his eldest daughter to suffer accompanying Sebastian, so he would have to have a serious talk with you. Corinna, on the other hand, knew they still had to break the news to Gina and Mick, who would be aunt and uncle in about nine months. As for the Vettels, there was nothing to comment on or exceed: in a few months, the family would grow even more, and the excitement of having the little one in their arms was overwhelming them at that moment.

The former decided to stay silent for the moment, pondering when he could have a chance to talk to you alone. Corinna, however, decided to ask you about what how would you break the news to your siblings:

"Y/N, dear," she immediately captured your attention despite being deeply engrossed in a conversation with your father about Seb's performance that season. "Don’t you want to share the news with your siblings? I think they would like to know that you're pregnant, they would be quite happy..."

"Yes, of course..."

"For now, we would like to enjoy this stage of the pregnancy privately," Vettel interrupted you, "although that doesn't mean we won't tell them. For heaven's sake, Corinna, my siblings don't know anything yet either!"

The woman glanced at her husband, who shot her a look to calm down. Indeed, both families continued to celebrate the new life Seb and you had created and, in due time, would reveal to the rest of their loved ones and possibly the whole world.

Mick and Gina

You couldn't keep the secret any longer. It had only been a couple of days since your parents and in-laws found out you were going to be parents. The same went for Seb's siblings, whom you finally called on the phone because they couldn't come to Switzerland at the moment.

Now it was time for Gina and Mick to find out they were going to be aunt and uncle at fifteen and thirteen years old.

Summer vacation was coming to an end for both teenagers and the eldest Schumacher. The kids had to go back to school, while you would be traveling the world again with you father and you boyfriend in early September.

For that reason, and because you were really excited to see her siblings' reaction, you decided to tell them that afternoon they would go to the mall.

"Guys," you said as you ate your bowl of cereal, "we're going to the mall today. I want us to spend some time together and, well..." you dropped a hint, trying to be mysterious. "I have some news to share, actually."

Gina's eyes widened in surprise. Mick kept his gaze fixed on his buttered toast with jam, pretending not to hear although he was actually really excited.

"Of course, Y/N!" Gina exclaimed excitedly. "I can't wait to buy some new clothes, especially to hear what you have to tell us."

"Exactly that," replied the youngest brother, mouth full. "You're acting very suspiciously, as if you've killed someone. Have you killed someone?"

Gina flicked Mick on the head, who immediately protested, sparking an argument. You simply cleared away your breakfast dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, leaving the kitchen seconds later, not believing that those arguing over a trivial matter would later discover they were going to be uncles.

Once at the mall, the three of you strolled through the aisles, looking for stores of interest and, especially, trying to blend in with the crowd, surprisingly succeeding.

The truth was that days earlier, you and Sebastian had agreed that to break the news to the kids, they would invite them to dinner at their favorite restaurant. However, to avoid raising suspicion, you would say that Seb couldn't make it because he had scheduled a meeting with Red Bull to discuss a few strategy matters. This way, you thought, the kids would be even more surprised.

As the afternoon wore on, your nerves, along with bags of clothes for the kids, and a few indulgences for themselves, grew.

"Y/N, is Seb coming with us?" Mick asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Oh, no, I forgot to tell you! Seb mentioned he had a Skype call or something with Horner and Red Bull about strategy, so he can't make it."

You hated lying to your siblings, especially about Vettel-related matters, particularly to the youngest. They had a very good relationship and sometimes seemed more like siblings than the three Schumacher kids together.

"I know you were excited to see him," you continued explaining, "but I'm sure in a couple of days, or even tomorrow, I can tell him to come over."

"Exactly, Mick," Gina chimed in, "let's enjoy an afternoon with siblings, there will be plenty of time for you to see your brother-in-law!"

After a while of strolling, you finally decided to take your siblings to the restaurant they held in such high regard. As soon as you entered, you spotted the Red Bull driver sitting at a table checking emails on his phone.

Sebastian looked up and found a preteen Mick Schumacher running towards him, receiving a hug the moment he reached him.

"What are you doing here, Seb?!" Mick exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention. "We thought you had a meeting with your team!"

Sebastian tousled the boy's hair and stood up to greet both Gina and you, who were giving him knowing glances at what was about to unfold.

"I guess these past few months I've become quite the expert in lies," you said. "And you're not here for just any reason."

Mick and Gina exchanged glances, not fully believing what their older sister was telling them.

"Indeed," Vettel continued, "before we order anything, we'd like to tell you that, around March next year, we'll be adding one more member to the family."

"You're going to be aunt and uncle, guys."

Both of them stood there speechless, trying to process what they had just heard.

"Is this for real, sister?!" Mick whispered cautiously, aware that you were public figures and attention would be on them at that moment. "We're going to have a nephew, Gina!" he turned to his younger sister, who was still in disbelief.

"This is incredible, guys!" Gina exclaimed. "I can't wait for March next year now... And I thought the best thing that could happen to me was going to see One Direction that month!"

You and Sebastian exchanged a knowing glance, realizing that the joy the younger ones were feeling at that moment was even greater than they had initially expected.

"We're so happy that you're part of this beautiful journey ahead," Seb explained, giving them both a hug. "I'm sure, and I know your sister and your parents are too, that you're going to be amazing aunt and uncle. The baby is so lucky to have a family like yours."

You wiped away tears. You hated getting emotional over the slightest thing, but at the same time, you were grateful to be surrounded by so much positivity and support from the early stages of her pregnancy.

"That's for sure, Seb," Mick replied jokingly. "But you have to understand that I'm going to be the funny uncle, and most importantly, his favorite."

The dinner continued with laughter, anecdotes from the teenagers that Seb and you had missed because of the Grand Prix races and, especially, future plans they would make when little Vettel-Schumacher decided to make his way into the world.

Mark Webber

After a month-long break, 2012 Formula 1 season was finally back in Belgium.

You, despite being about three, almost four, months pregnant, decided to continue accompanying you boyfriend for the remaining nine races.

Friday, before free practice sessions began, you were in Seb’s room at the Red Bull Racing hospitality. The German held an instant camera in his hands intending to take a few pictures of you, something that had become routine to document your pregnancy. You, reclined on the sofa in the space, simply caressed your increasingly prominent belly.

The flash of the camera snapped you out of your trance, immediately feeling embarrassed.

"Seb, I've told you a thousand times I don't like you taking pictures of me when I'm not ready," you commented, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Sebastian couldn't care less.

"You're perfect, Y/N Schumacher," Sebastian replied, taking another snapshot of you. "Come on, stand up for a moment and pose with our son for your future husband. You don't have to worry about looking good or not, you're doing enough work creating a life in your belly."

You agreed to your boyfriend's proposal, excited enough to hug your belly and shed a few tears.

Hormones were acting like crazy on you, and Sebastian Vettel might too if he kept being so good to you.

The blonde raised his camera again and once more took a picture of the scene in front of him, highlighting your smile above all.

As the photo was revealed and Sebastian, sitting on the floor, was admiring it, the door to the room opened, revealing a somewhat angry and surprised Mark Webber.

"Well, well…" the man exclaimed. "What do we have here?"

Sebastian and you exchanged looks, a mix of excitement and nervousness. No one beyond your families knew you were expecting a baby, and with the way the Australian was acting, you knew that would soon change.

"What you have here is the future best mother in the world, Webber," Sebastian explained, gesturing from top to bottom at you and then touching your belly once he stood up.

"That's incredible, guys! I'm really happy for you!" Mark approached you and hugged you, genuinely pleased with the news you had just revealed and especially by the trust you had in him to do so.

"Well, it seems Horner will be pleased when you tell him the news," Seb's teammate continued, "because I'm sure he'll want to sign the little one as soon as he's old enough."

"Of course, Mark," Sebastian replied. "Not every day you create offspring with both Schumacher and Vettel blood."

"The royalty of Formula 1, if I may say," Michael Schumacher interjected, entering the Red Bull garage despite not being part of the team. "And now, if you don't mind, I'd like to see how my daughter and my grandchild are doing."

You asnwered with a small ironic laugh at her father's remark, who was mistaken at that moment to think that Charlotte Vettel-Schumacher would be a boy.

Kimi Räikkönen

The penultimate race of the 2012 season finally arrived, and you and Sebastian had finally revealed to the world that you were going to be parents. Although there were mixed reactions and comments, the majority of people who discovered that the eldest daughter of Michael Schumacher and the two-time world champion were going to have a child were quite pleased.

Both of you were in the paddock, arriving a bit later than usual. 

"Vettel, hey," Kimi called out as soon as he saw you two. "I heard rumors that you have a new passenger in your very own car. Is that true?"

You burst into laughter at Räikkönen's irony, who maintained a cool demeanor.

"Yes, Kimi, it's true," Seb replied, still chuckling. "The baby is due in March, so just a few months to go."

You nodded in agreement with your boyfriend's statement.

"So, there will be a new fan running around the paddock soon..." Räikkönen commented. "Make sure he doesn't miss the races, Y/N."

"Of course, no need to worry about it..."

"But, hey," Kimi interrupted you, "don't let him stay up all night watching replays of my victories, okay? He's needs some rest too."

Sebastian was bewildered. However, you were laughing even harder at Kimi's antics.

"Don't worry, mate," Vettel replied, "I assure you I'll train her in such a way that she'll be taking you on track before she's even ten."

"Yeah, right, whatever you say" the Finn said ironically. "Just make sure that when she decides to enter the world, you invite me to her big welcome party."

You nodded, playing along with the Lotus driver.

"It's surreal that you've won another victory, Vettel," Kimi continued. "And remember: invite me to the party. I want to welcome the little one with alcohol, lots of alcohol."

Kimi lowered his head in farewell and continued on his way to his garage, letting you both get on with your day.

You and Sebastian knew Kimi well enough to understand that most of his comments were sarcastic, but within the sarcasm, there was genuine happiness for them.

Who would have thought that years later, Charlotte Vettel-Schumacher would become the apple of her godfather, Kimi Räikkönen's, eye, every time she visited the paddock with her mother.

[malcontentswanns]

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the natural eagerness and excitement that came from the aura of the second son of gulltown only helped ease the awkwardness that seemed to radiate from that of wylliam's - it did not take long for lord grafton to find himself hugging wylliam back, and wylliam could not help but allow a genuine grin to cross over his chestnut features, his hand naturally coming over to pat the back of norbie's back as they embraced.

"both our faults old pal, you know how focused we both get on things. and time passes so quickly." of all the things he seemed to second guess and overthink with all the great changes of his life, he was thankful that his relationship with his childhood friend had not seemed to change either.

and so when wylliam pulled away, he was more relaxed than he had been in weeks; all of his worries and stresses regarding the tensions of the dragon court, the worries regarding his older brother's health and his good sister, and finally the trauma his feelings for lyra celtigar had inflicted upon her - it all seemed to quietly ease as he looked upon the features of his friend. he began to realise why elenda stressed how important it was for him to leave the stormlands, and maintain connections with people; see them, have conversations that were beyond written letters.

"but tell me why your life has been busy and i'll tell you mine?" he offered, almost as though it were a branch of some sort - any who would have passed this conversation who knew wylliam well enough would be astounded to see him conversing in such a way, being willing to open up and share his thoughts.

"a shame…she seems okay though. truthfully, i think he had her bored and she was at her wits end. different sorts of people to us, you know? velaryons, targaryens, celtigars."

there was a slight chuckle that came from wylliam's lips as the man opposite him spoke on the dragon of the mountains of the moon; he truthfully thought jaehaerys would be on a rampage to obtain it back, and yet, deimos had voiced more of a concern about it than any other individual. he wondered if it were because jaehaerys was not even risking being told no. "you say that now, but your family are on the rise. hey, even your bastard cousin has somehow ended up as hand…in the vale?" wylliam spoke, it going from statement to question - almost as though he was wondering how that ended up happening.

"...how's that happened then?"

"soon they'll have you doing something too." the pair of them, working for the two most unhinged rulers on the continent. it was laughable. "how are jack? fiona?" he asked, his hands coming down on either side of his armchair. "i see her with her friends sometimes. ominous."

and for a moment, the years that had driven a wedge between them seemed to melt away, and norbie felt like a boy again who, perhaps for the first time in his life, had found a friend. he was blessed with plenty of those now, but his childhood had not been an easy one, always out of place with the other boys. it was not until he had met wylliam that he had felt truly what it was to belong somewhere.

"oh! yes, of course!" his reaction to the hug was enthusiastic, even if the action was unexpected. he'd never been the most tactile person, but he supposed this was a special occasion, after all. despite that, there was little reservation as he threw his arms around wylliam, clapping him on the back as he did so with none of the awkwardness that his childhood friend seemed to have. he didn't take that to heart. the years may have changed them both, but norbie felt like he still knew wylliam well enough to understand him.

"far too long, my friend," norbie agreed. in his excitement, he had quite forgotten the book he selected, and he placed it carefully down on a nearby table now, close enough that he could grab it again when it was time to leave, though he hoped that would not be too soon. "likely my fault. i can scarcely remember a time when life didn't feel so busy." his business interests took up most of the time that wasn't dedicated to hobbies, taking the grafton gold and seeing it grow something he had found he was very, very good at.

his eyes followed the book as it was tossed over shoulder, and if it were anybody else, he might have chastised them. "ah. a tactic i know well." and knew it was of mixed success. "oh?" his interested response at the news that ellie was well. "oh." his dejected, slightly concerned response to the fact that she was widowed. "ah. well. do send her my sympathies. that's... ah... a shame?" he did not know ellie's late husband, though something in the back of his mind reminded him that he had been a velaryon. whether his death was one to be mourned remained to be seen. he would let wylliam set the tone on that one.

"bah." norbie flopped into the seat, batting a hand dismissively. "that infernal dragon. no i have not taken a ride on it, thank you very much. i rather like being alive." the discovery of nettles was of course a topic of conversation, but one norbie had very little to contribute to. he was curious, of course, in a scientific way, but he'd rather dissect the beast than hop on its back. "truth be told, the whole thing is a little beyond my remit. i mean, nettles." it was a name better consigned to history. her and dragon both.

[feroluce]

For some weird reason, I've always been fascinated by how wildly different Sampo operates in the Underground vs the Overworld.

Sampo is present in both places and even in official sources, he's not really counted as one side or the other- now that the theory has been confirmed in-game, he's generally just lumped in with the Masked Fools.

But there really is a big difference!

Probably the most obvious and well known instance of Sampo's...business practices *cough burglary and fraud COUGH* in the Overworld is from the Belobog Museum event. In it, you don't find out Sampo is the main culprit until near the end, because Pela has to set up a sting just to catch him in the act. And that sting is necessary all because the initial suspect they arrested, Norbert, had pretty much no idea of his partner's identity. Sampo wouldn't even speak to him face-to-face.

And whereas Sampo is normally very pleasant and friendly with the trailblazer...when he thinks he's talking to Norbert here, he straight up says that they are NOT friends. Like he really shuts that shit DOWN.

There's also an Overworld NPC, Chavez, who heads the "Dark Blue Scam Support Group." And he. Really really really does not like Sampo fjkdasjklfdj

Chavez clearly wants Sampo caught, and has literally no positive feelings about him. So. Why call it the Dark Blue Scam? Why not just out him by name? Chavez obviously doesn't give a single shit about Sampo's dignity or privacy. But he never once refers to him as "Sampo," and even the pamphlets he passes out make no mention of it. No one in the entire support group seems to know how to identify him or how to refer to him except by his hair color. If the trailblazer says his name, Chavez reacts as though he's never heard it before.

(I've seen people say this means Sampo Koski is an alias and not his real name? But Ray pointed this out, and honestly I agree; even the Fools call him Sampo, after all. I think it's just that Chavez never knew Sampo's name in the first place, and given his immense distrust, immediately assumes it's an alias.)

And then there's his characters stories, where he proceeds to pull off a heist in the Overworld while in disguise as Brughel Poisson the entire time. Literally his own stories don't mention Sampo's name even once.

So anyway, all this shows that when he's up in the Overworld working cons, Sampo is incredibly slippery and secretive about his identity. The only people who seem to know him are Pela, Serval, and Gepard. He doesn't get close to anyone else, and is even surprisingly unfriendly. Nobody knows his name. No one knows his face. He has zero qualms about backstabbing or double-crossing, and even plans for it in some cases.

Meanwhile, down in the Underground, I'm pretty sure literally the worst thing we hear of him doing is scalping tickets in front of the Fight Club. Which isn't even illegal in a lot of places (although it's certainly a dick move).

In Hook's companion quest, a vagrant miner steals Fersman's equipment and tries to sell it to Sampo. Even before the trailblazer and Hook jump in and out the vagrant as a thief, Sampo hesitates to buy it because it sounds like stolen goods, which he doesn't want any part of.

Even knowing that a geomarrow detector is rare and incredibly valuable in the mines, Sampo makes no attempt to double-cross Hook or profit off of her loss, and even tells her who to go to to get it fixed.

And my favorite example of Sampo in the Underground is the Survival Wisdom adventure mission. In it, Sampo starts up a business with Peak, another miner. And like. In wild contrast to all the cons he pulls above ground, Sampo is actually super nice and helpful here.

Just the same as with Hook's quest, Sampo talks to Peak face-to-face, with no disguises or barriers. When the trailblazer finds them, they're just in the Great Mine, no secretive meeting places. Peak knows Sampo, is familiar with him, and calls him by name. It's not even a con! There's nothing illegal going on; it really is just a business partnership. Peak is more than happy with their deal, he's even pretty enthusiastic about it, because thanks to Sampo he can now make enough money to get by while also accommodating his chronic fatigue.

The only person Sampo lies to in this whole ordeal is the trailblazer, who he manipulates into getting Peak's mining equipment back from the vagrants that stole it in the first place. And when it's done, he rewards them with a legit treasure map.

So when he's working in the Underground, Sampo is MUCH more upright and lawful. Part of this is probably to do with his "business" model- Sampo only takes advantage of the wealthy, and poverty runs rampant in the Underground. When he charges Peak an extra 30% (the same percentage he charges Norbert as a consultation fee in the museum heists- Sampo seems to go by percentage instead of a flat rate, which means his prices are more fair for lower incomes) for carelessly losing their supply, Peak literally starts counting out pocket change.

Dude's working for pennies and good will down there dknsmdmd

And you can twist this into a Robin Hood thing if you want- Sampo IS technically working to feed orphans and heal the sick. He says himself he's more than happy to make up the shortfall between the greedy and the marginalized- I mean he says it in the shadiest way possible, but I doubt the people benefiting from his work really care that he's a slimeball if it means they can survive another day. Even the two heists he pulls in his character stories are literally just him stealing absurd amounts of food.

Personally though I think it is solely because of Natasha, and Sampo is hilariously well-behaved specifically for her, because she keeps him on a short leash JSKZJMSMSKS

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Little Vettel Introduction

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Summary: the adventures of a teenager, daughter of the former F1 driver, Sebastian Vettel. What will happen?

Characters: 

Sebastian Vettel as himself: there’s no need to write a whole passage just to introduce him, right? 4 World Championship titles pretty much introduce himself already. But there’s one thing you didn’t know about Mr.Vettel was that he had a baby when he was 21. The mother did not want to be in the picture. She left when the kid was only a month old. It was hard to balance between living the hectic life of a Formula One driver and being a domestic dad to his child. Fortunately, he had all the needed support from his mom and dad, Heike and Norbert, along with his two older sisters and younger brother. Not to mention all the help he got from his friends, Britta and Antti. In 2022, he finally decided to take a step back from the racing life to live the life of a “retired” dad, that is what his kid called him. 

Anna Vettel as Seb’s kid: Seb prefers to call his daughter Mein Häschen (Little Bunny) as his first gift for her was a Bunny from a Jelly Cat store, and she hasn’t gone to bed without her Bunny friend ever since. She grew up spending most of her time with Heike and Norbert and sometimes joined her dad on some races when she was a kid. All drivers on the grid despite always in a race against her Papa are all her funny uncles. She pretty much got them wrapped around her little fingers. Whatever Little Bunny wants, Little Bunny gets. 

All drivers, retired or not, participate in this story as themselves. For that, I will not write further introductions for them. 

[sea-side-scribbles]

My Friend Norbert

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Chapter 5

The ruins awaited him as always, with their sun-withered facades and broken windows. But now, their colours looked much brighter. And the ivy covering them made them glow in a sickening, lush green. Similar to the colour he found in Norbert's eyes. He needed a while to realize that the older boy looked at him expectantly. Suddenly, Arthur felt a lot smaller and younger. His throat went dry, he noticed it when he swallowed. He remembered the treasure he found. “Uh...fancy some bubble gum?”, he asked shyly and showed Norbert the pack. “Sure. What flavour is it?” “Uh...” Arthur looked back down on it. He hadn't cared about that himself, he had just needed something sweet fast. “Looks like raspberry”, he read the faded description and then handed the other boy a stick.

Norbert observed it with a lifted eyebrow. “How old is that stuff?” “I don't know. I found it in one of the houses.” Arthur hoped to impress him. “Really? Huh.” Norbert still eyed it as if it was poisoned. “If you don't like it, give it back.” Arthur already reached out for it. The older boy lifted it up and grinned. “No, no, no, I'll try it. You wouldn't take the piss, right?” Arthur now grinned too. His chest warmed up for the first time today. “Maybe.”

He watched Norbert try it and nod in agreement. “Tastes surprisingly good.” Then he blew a bubble. “...and it's still working”, he said while chewing. Arthur chuckled and shoved a gum in his mouth too, even though his throat wasn't dry anymore. After a sweet moment of chewing, Arthur noticed he had to move on. He had to deliver whatever adventure he had promised to Norbert. “Uh...what would you like to see?”, he tried. The other boy just shrugged. “You're the expert. Surprise me.” He blew another bubble and popped it with his teeth. Arthur, for some strange reason, couldn't stop watching him.

He realized that he was staring and averted his eyes again. Trying to come up with something cool, his mind just went back to the house he found today, again and again. “I know a place where you have a good view over the district”, his mouth spilled. “Sounds great,” Norbert said with not a lot of emotion and blew another bubble. It seemed like Arthur was about to lose his attention again. He was idling too long. Nervously, he began to walk into the direction and looked over his shoulder to see if the older boy followed him. He did.

Arthur had to grin at the sight. Suddenly, he felt like playing around. He quickened his pace and climbed and jumped over occasional fences, postboxes and walls to see if Norbert could follow. And also, to impress him. Sadly, Norbert didn't comment on his climbing skills. He also didn't join in. One time, when Arthur sat on a wall and Norbert only walked around it, he saw his chance. “Hey, old man! Afraid to come up here?” Norbert looked up and laughed. “This is not the place you mean, right? With the view?” “Well, I have a good view”, Arthur said and the older boy lifted his eyebrows. “...at scared old people”, he concluded and the other boy showed his teeth again.

“Aww, you're a cheeky little brat”, Norbert teased. “No wonder you're an outcast in these ruins...” He stepped on a brick that stood forward enough to provide foothold and Arthur slid aside to make place for him. His slender fingers clutched the ledge of the wall. He was about to pull himself up, but somehow, he slipped. “Oh, sh...” Without thinking twice, Arthur grabbed his wrist. It didn't help much, but it felt...incredible. “I'm fine, don't worry”. But Arthur didn't want to let go. “Careful, you don't want to wreck your fancy guitar.” “Ah....right...I better put it down.” Norbert gently placed it in the grass before he went for another try. This time, he made it. He moved a lot more agile without the precious instrument on his back.

“Soo...is there anything interesting up here?”, Norbert asked when he crouched next to Arthur. He looked confused. He seemed to have forgotten that this was just a joke. “Yes”, Arthur deadpanned. “Me.” Norbert jerked his head around to glance at him and Arthur didn't dare to return the look. Still, in the corner of his eye, he saw that the older boy squinted. “Aah...no”, he said. Arthur laughed. “What do you mean 'no'?” “If this is all you want to show me this trip is not gonna be very interesting.” “I just saved you!” “From taking a tiny step backwards? I'm obliged.” “From smashing your guitar with your fat arse!” Norbert now laughed too.

Arthur still avoided to look at him. His face burned. He was teasing Norbert because that seemed to be the only way to hide that his chest was about to explode. “That's what I get for being nice, huh? Playing music for you, waking you up in time, bringing you home...”, Norbert muttered while looking around. “U-huh”, was all Arthur could say. “I see. And coming up here was completely useless, so...” Norbert jumped back down. Alarmed, Arthur hurried to climb after him. “You know I didn't mean it, right?”, he asked while the older boy shouldered his guitar again. “You're not fat.” Arthur's voice was about to shiver.

Norbert snorted. “Thanks.” “I'm serious!” He almost screamed. Now the older boy turned around to give him a surprised look. “Hey, it's alright. I get it. You're jealous.” “What?” Norbert turned around with his guitar and put his hands on his hips. “The bloke you see in the mirror isn't as pretty as me. I know, it's tough, but that's life.” He winked. Arthur exhaled and all the pressure seemed to leave him, too. He smiled, still a little confused about what actually happened. “So...about that place...?” “Oh...” Arthur woke up. “Yeah, this way, come on...Try to step it up a notch this time, okay?” “What's that supposed to mean?”, Norbert played offended. “If you wouldn't climb every stick and stone we came across we would already be there.” “But that's no fun!” “I guess. But it's late. I want to be there before nightfall.” He sounded more serious now. Arthur deflated. “Okay, okay.”

Actually, they weren't far from their destiny anymore. A few minutes later, Arthur pointed at one of the ruins. “There is it.” “Huh...what's so special about it?” “The roof.” “Okay.” “And it has no stairs.” They came to a halt in front of the house. Arthur looked up and found that this was a good spot to climb. “You've got to be kidding me”, Norbert commented his search. “All the way up to the roof?” “No, just to the first floor and then from there to the attic. It's easy”, Arthur said even though he had needed a while to get there. He didn't want to look concerned in front of Norbert. After all, he knew the way. He just had to trust himself to find it again.

“Alright then. But there's no way I leave my guitar out here.” “Why? There's no one around.” Norbert shook his head. “Too risky.” Arthur pulled himself up on the wall and swung a leg over it. “Just give it to me, then”, he answered and held out a hand. Norbert smiled and complied. “Careful, though. I don't want a single scratch on it.” “On that old thing?” “You call everything old.” “Because it's true.”

Despite the bickering, Arthur was very cautious to not touch the wall with it. When he had it in both hands, his heart beat up to his throat. The 'thing' shined so bright it blinded him and he was afraid of putting it down in the dirt. It was Norbert's treasure. A guitar he had never seen from up close before and now he was holding it in his hands. Nervously, he searched for a save place where they could leave it for a while. In the end, he put it on a rug that looked soft and clean enough and leaned it against a dresser.

Then he went back to see how Norbert was doing. “You're okay? The older boy was still looking for the best foothold. “What are you waiting for? I thought you're in a rush?” Norbert mumbled something that Arthur couldn't hear, but it made him chuckle. Slowly, Norbert made it upwards and Arthur stepped back to let him in. He realized that the other boy wouldn't have that much a problem reaching the attic because he was taller. Unlike himself. He had to be smart now. Oh, well, what could go wrong?

Arthur gulped when Norbert's gaze fell on his guitar. “It's good enough, right?” “Wha-? Yeah.” Norbert didn't seem to mind. “We can leave it there?” “Yeah, I guess...” He clearly didn't like the idea, but he understood that there was no other way. “Where did you get that by the way?”, Arthur blurted out. He suddenly realized that he could've asked this strange boy a hundred questions already, if only he dared to open his mouth. Other than to...talk rubbish. “Oh, that? It's from Bates' Music Shop.” “I never heard of it”, Arthur hated to admit. “Have you seen any music shop from inside yet?” “Ah...I used to play the flute in elementary school.” Norbert gave him a pitiful smile and Arthur thought he should avoid the musical topic altogether.

The older boy already viewed the ceiling and walked around as if he was looking for a good spot to climb. He would find a better one, right? Arthur remembered where he went up and moved into that direction, looking back over his shoulder to check up on Norbert. The other boy followed him immediately.

It felt good to be a guide again, Arthur noticed. To have someone who trusted him. Even if it felt different than it had with Percy. His older brother had always been like...well, like a younger brother. Someone he had to take care of or else he'd hurt himself. Norbert instead...He was capable to take care of himself. And he still followed Arthur. “I got up here”, he explained. “Like this.” Nervously, he set a foot onto a broken log that hung into the room. He had to perform some contortions get from there onto another log and he already felt how his energy left him. He remembered hanging helplessly in the air and flailing around until he had finally reached another log. This time, Norbert would watch him.

“Ah, that's too complicated”, Norbert stated and walked over to him. “Come here...” Before Arthur knew what happened, Norbert had grabbed his sides and pulled him closer to the higher log. A sound of surprise escaped him and he was very embarrassed by it, but still he clutched the log now and could move on. Norbert seemed as if he hadn't noticed Arthur's outburst. He just expected him to reach the attic now. With a very warm face, he disappeared into the attic and considered to hide there. But he had to make sure that Norbert made it, too.

He tried to play it cool and grinned down to him. “You're coming or what?” “I'm already halfway there. If you could move your fat arse out of the way...”, Norbert teased back. Arthur laughed. “Hey, that's my line!” “You should try to be more original...”, Norbert answered while pulling himself up. Arthur actually stepped back for him and watched him climb. All of a sudden, he couldn't say anything and he had already forgotten what they had been bickering about.

Then he ripped his gaze away and searched for the hole in the roof. He didn't need help to get up there. And he didn't know if he was happy or sad about it. He could still feel the hands on his sides. It was so strange. It wasn't the first time another boy had touched him. Back then in his better life in elementary school, when he had a bunch of friends, they would always help each other out when they climbed on fences...or Miss Brimble's apple tree. Or they would tussle over a piece of cake. That wasn't the same. Was it because Norbert was older?, Arthur mused. Probably.

“Something wrong?”, the older boy suddenly woke him up from his daydream. Arthur still tried to play it cool. His face didn't feel hot any more, so hopefully that was a good sign. Or otherwise it had been burning for so long he just got numb. “No, I'm just waiting for you”, he continued the desperate teasing. “Sluggish as always.” “Sluggish?”, Norbert repeated, mouth wide open. “You wouldn't be up here without me!” “Yeah, I would! This isn't the first time got up here!” “Yeah, sorry I didn't wait a couple of hours for you to grow a third arm!” “You really missed out on that!” Norbert laughed again and Arthur couldn't get enough of the sound. “I take you up on that another time.” Arthur couldn't stop grinning, so he turned around and climbed the roof to save his dignity.

The view was a reward. He sucked in a breath as if even the air tasted better up here. It actually did. Arthur wished he could fly. Over all these rooftops and off the island. Never come back. But then Norbert sat down next to him. They could fly together. He could play a song while they flew, his voice alone could lift rocks.

Embarrassed, Arthur gulped it all down and sat paralysed beside the older boy. “Hey, you're right! This is a great view!”, Norbert shouted into the wind, smiling, with bright eyes. Arthur wondered why he cared. Seeing Percy happy had been different. If Percy had ever been happy, though. Not like Norbert was now. It felt so odd to see someone who was so old, but not depressed.

“What's up with you?”, Norbert asked and poked his forehead. “Making up another insult? Just out with it.” “No, I...was just...thinking...about stuff...”, Arthur stuttered and avoided the other boy's look. He still felt the finger on his forehead. It went right under his skin. “U-huh...” Arthur couldn't tell if Norbert cared or not. “Do you know any of these buildings?” He gestured over the landscape and Arthur gave him a faint smile. “Yeah...” At first, he didn't feel like talking, then he realized that at least it was his favourite topic and Norbert appeared to be honestly curious. So he began to describe the area he had explored so far. All the houses he could see from here. The stories they told, or what he had made up from what he found. Norbert listened.

It felt good to be with someone who just listened. Arthur realized it in this very moment. Someone who wasn't stuffed up to the brim with they own problems. Someone who wasn't already too busy with himself to care about anything else. Someone who was just there and shared a moment with him. Let him talk. Enjoyed a few stupid jokes with him and still laughed even though they weren't funny at all. Forgave him for being weird. Made him feel...existent.

Arthur wanted to stay forever on this roof with this strange boy who still seemed to come from a different world. For the first time in ages, Arthur was happy.

[sixtsposts]

The Student and the Teacher - Newt Scamander

TW: female!reader

Y/N, a young New York witch who has always been passionate about magical creatures, heard about a magical zoologist who lives in London. So she went looking for him in the hope that he would teach her his trade.

She walks the streets on the lookout for the slightest clue that could help her find this famous Newt Scamander. When suddenly, while passing in front of an antique jewelry store, she saw something moving inside. She stopped her steps and returned to the window and was not surprised to see a Niffler filling the pocket of her belly with necklaces, earrings and other sparkling objects. Without being able to hold it back, the young girl burst into crystal-clear laughter and drew her magic wand to try to recover the little thief creature.

But before she could do anything a young man with curly hair arrived followed by another man with a mustache. He broke the window with an unspoken spell and rushed into the window to try to recover the Niffler. Unfortunately, the beast jumped out of the store, slithering across the road. Y/N then rushed towards the poor creature who was unable to escape from her. The young man got out of the trashed window and shook his wand to put everything back in order. With a disappointed look, the wizard collected his suitcase and began to walk away. But before he could left with his friend the young girl ran to him, handing him her Niffler. The man's gaze moved from the girl to the creature and so on.

- I managed to catch your Nifleur before he escaped Sir, she said, smiling.

The young brunette then gave him a frank smile and took the creature in his arms before putting it back in his suitcase.

- Thank you so much...

She told him his name and shook his hand honestly.

- You are Newt Scamander, aren't you?

- Um yes yes, it's me. He smiled shyly

- I was just looking for you, Mister Scamander... He cut him off.

- Please call me Newt.

- Of course! Well, Newt, I was looking for you.

- Looking for me? He frowned.

- Yes ! I was told you were the only one magiczoologist that exists. And being passionate about magical creatures I I was wondering if you could teach me your trade... maybe?

She finished her sentence in a whisper, not sure of his reaction. Norbert raised his eyebrows, surprised. Then he gave a small smile.

- Well, you can to come to my reserve and I'll see what you're capable of... Other than catching Nifflers I mean, which is very useful you can believe me.

She laughed softly and followed him, happier than ever. They apparated together and arrived at Newt's house, in his reserve. The young girl was finally able to put into practice everything she had studied for so long. And it must be admitted that Norber was rather enthusiastic at the idea of ​​having him as an apprentice.

- Where did you learn all that? He asked curiously.

- Well, thanks to your book Newt. She replied, laughing.

He turned red and laughed heartily with her. The evening continued like this. And after two hours of visit and treatment they went back upstairs. There, Newt returned to Y/N and him while holding out his hand.

- Y/N, you are officially my apprentice. He smiled. She returned his handshake almost jumping because she was so happy.

- Oh thank you Newt, you won't regret it not, I promise you!

- Oh but I'm sure of it. He smiles crookedly looking at her with piercing eyes without realizing it.

The young girl could not keep from turning scarlet. After that they all went to eat and Y/N was able to meet Newt's friend, Jacob Kowalski. A very nice boy who's very in love with a certain Queeny Goldstein. He told you she was the sister of Tina Goldstein, the girl with whom Norbert would be in love said Jacob

- No Jacob, I already told you, Tina and I it's over. He said shaking his head.

- Oh, did you argue? Asked carefully Y/N.

-Ah no, not at all. We left by mutual agreement. We were better friends after all. And that's what we are now. He gave his friend a pointed look which made the young girl laugh.

The end of the meal was in a good mood. Jacob leaves right after and the two found themselves alone. They were chatting on the sofa in a quiet atmosphere

- By the way Y/N what were you doing back in America? he asked, facing the young girl, her head resting on her hand and her elbow propped on the back of the sofa.

- Well I was studying. I just finished a few weeks ago. After that I came directly to pick you up. She replied, sitting cross-legged facing the brunette.

- Oh but then, how old are you? He said, getting up and going to get the kettle which was starting to whistle.

- I'm 22 years old.

They talked for another hour, while drinking tea before going to bed.

- Well, good night Newt. See you tomorrow !She said as she got ready to go through the door. entry.

- Wait, where are you going to sleep? he worried.

- Oh I think I would find one hostel or hotel for the night.

- It's already past midnight Y/N, you won't find anything tonight.

- But yes, don't worry. I'll manage. She smiles at him.

- And for tomorrow and the other days eh? No, out of question. I can't let a young girl wander the streets of London alone in the middle of the night. You can take the guest room! He said it all in one go and she smiled softly.

- All right. She said simply.

- Really ? Awesome ! So come, follow me.

He took her to a nice little room where she opened her suitcase and settled down to sleep. The next morning she got up first, being used to being woken up very early by her family. So she set about preparing breakfast to thank her host. She was making the omelette when the latter arrived in the small kitchen, shirtless.

Seeing the young girl, the frying pan in her hand, her mouth open and her red cheeks staring at him, he realized that he was not alone, jumped up and stammered apologies before going to put on a black tank top. He wore loose beige fabric pants and was barefoot.

Y/N, on the other hand, was wearing a large shirt and pajama pants too. Newt was scarlet red while the young girl couldn't help but laugh at the scene that had unfolded before her eyes a few minutes before.

- I'm sorry Y/N, I forgot that I was no longer alone. He admitted embarrassed.

- Oh no, it's nothing Newt. This isn't the first torso I've seen, you kn-

But she didn't finish her sentence when she realized what she was saying, she in turn turned purple. This time it was the magiczoologist who burst into hearty laughter.

- No, well what I mean is that I grew up with three brothers so I often saw them shirtless. Saw you? She said stuttering.

- I see yeah... He replied simply, a smile on his face as he scrutinized the young girl in front of him. It’s true that now that you mention it, you haven’t yet told me about your family.

- Oh there is nothing interesting to say really. To be honest, I've never had a very good relationship with them. She said as she served him the omelette.

- Thanks, that looks delicious! Exclaimed the wizard, throwing himself at the food. Is that why you came to London? To escape them?

- Run away from them no, just take a step back.. But beyond everything it was to find you Sir. She gave him an amused look as her cheeks took on a rosy tint.

- Well, I'm delighted to have served as an alibi for you to escape from the United States. He laughs.

- We can hardly make a better alibi must be said! She laughed in turn.

Once breakfast was finished, Newt took his assistant to his basement. They spent the day talking to each other, inadvertently touching their hands and so on.

The days passed and it was almost two months since Y/N worked alongside Scamander and obviously the contact between the two individuals became more familiar. They had become very accomplices. It was obvious that Norbert liked the young girl, he even felt more fascination for her than for Tina before. And conversely, Y/N was very attracted to the magiczoologist but convinced that he could never love her. And then she was too young for him and not beautiful enough.

Well, that's what she thought until the day when Newt - under Jacob's advice of course - decided to surprise him. The first night they met, after dinner once Jacob had left, she told him that she had always dreamed of having her own Niffler. But she never could because her parents hated animals and now she can't because she doesn't have enough money. However, it turns out that Newt's Nifflers have just had a litter of baby Nifleurs. So he said it would be nice to have one for her. And then he also planned to confess his feelings to her this evening. That evening Y/N was returning from a visit to Queeny - with whom she had become very friend - and had just put her coat on the rack when she felt a presence at her back. She turned around to face Newt with a big smile, her cheeks rosy.

- Y/N.

- Newt, what’s wrong? she asked puzzled by his intense gaze.

Without answering he slipped his arm around her waist and guided her to the sofa where she sat. The magical zoologist stood before her and him in front of a small wooden box with a hole in it. Inside, the girl saw something moving.

- It's for you. The wizard said softly to him. I hope you like it. He concluded with a cute little smile when she carefully took the box from his hands.

She opened the lid of the box and examined the contents. Suddenly her eyes lit up, she carefully placed the box on the coffee table and jumped on top of the man to give him a hug. The person in question returned her embrace by wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him as if he no longer wanted her to leave. He breathed in the perfume that emanated from her hair, she smelled good of lavender. He loves lavender.

She broke away from him and kissed him on the plays while whispering a little: “thank you infinitely Norbert, I don't know how thank you". Then she turned around to look at the box when a hand clung to her wrist. He turned her towards him and with a quick step approached her, placed his hand on her cheek and placed her lips on his.

After few seconds of surprise she young girl responded to his kiss by slipping her hands into the sorcerer's hair. He then placed his other hand on her hips. The kiss lasted for several more seconds and the two lovers had to separate because of the lack of oxygen.

- Y/N I like you... I really do. He whispered to him gently.

- Oh if you knew how I waited moment. Obviously I love you Norbert.

And she kissed him again. And that's it, lrt's leave the two lovers the privacy they need. In any case, what is certain is that it was a shock for Jacob to show up at his friend's house and surprise him in bed with the young girl. But strangely, Queeny wasn't surprised at all...

[trainsdragons]

Hiccup shook his fist at the Heavens.

“I don't WANT to be the Chosen One!” he howled at the blue sky above. “I don't WANT to be the Chief of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe! I didn't WANT to lift Norbert's stupid Curse! I wanted to cheat the Curse on Fishlegs! All I want is my FRIEND ...”

— Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, “How To Train Your Dragon: How To Cheat a Dragon’s Curse” Book 4 (by Cressida Cowell)

[blorger]

The Great Longbottom Bully Chronicles: Malfoy edition

Draco is often described in fics as having been Neville's worst bully but is that actually backed by canon ? This intrepid reporter scoured the books for any and all interactions between the two; the results?

See for yourself:

section A: active bullying

Philosopher's Stone is The Book when it comes to any and all Malfoy-based mistreatments of Neville. In PS we have the following interactions:

1)

Draco is a maladjusted little gremlin who doesn't know how to show curiosity for Neville's remembrall in a healthy manner; I give this a 3/10 on the bully scale

2)

Draco straight up curses Neville (the curse itself is treated as funny, Evil Draco is the evil problem), 8/10

same scene, apparently Draco stopped for a chat amidst all the leg locking; middling attempt, 6/10

3)

Draco delivers a group insult at Harry's second match and includes a Neville section, he did not expect any backtalk; 7/10

4)

off-screen forbidden forest hijinks. Harry considers it a joke, does Draco? Does Neville? not enough info; 5/10

BONUS ROUND

Lastly, I'm going to add this conversation from ootp, :

Draco here is indulging in his favorite pastime, Harry-baiting, and Neville is just a bystander. Draco does not seem to know about Neville's parents and he wasn't the intended target but I give this 10/10 because of the psychic damage it causes.

These are actually all the interactions Neville and Draco have in canon: a whole bunch in book 1 and then nothing. This intrigued me so I went looking for:

section B: Draco talking about Neville (but not to him)

1)

This takes place in book 1, during the remembrall scene. Draco is putting on a performance for his fellow Slytherins but actually concentrates very little on Neville's incident, this is literally all he says about him

2)

This takes place in Half-blood Prince, during the compartment scene (wherein Harry is a nosey nancy). This is the only time Draco talks about Neville with no Gryffindors in sight. He is not performing for an audience, merely having a routine discussion with his friends; this gives us the clearest picture of his actual attitude towards Neville (in one word: dismissive). Neville is mentioned in passing and immediately forgotten.

section B (the other way): Neville talking about Draco

1)

This is from book 5. Draco claimed to know a NEWT examiner, Neville shares what he knows. Not even a direct mention.

2)

This is from book 6, Neville saw Malfoy go by. Riveting.

Again, I expected more. Finally, I checked the text for any neutral interactions between the two that may have happened offscreen, as in: both Draco and Neville were in the same location, information was shared between the two (or, more likely, shared by one of them with a third party and then overheard by the other) and no one ended up maimed or otherwise negatively impacted. This brings us to:

section C: ordinary conversations

1)

Again from book 1. Neville finds out about Norbert and tries to help, no known reaction from Draco

2)

From book 3. Draco was getting ready for his yearly train visit to Harry on the way to Hogwarts and somehow ended up in the general vicinity of Neville.

section D: conclusion

While my first instinct was to assume that the instances of bullying from book 1 would repeat themselves during the following years, it appears that Draco and Neville barely interact with each other from the ages of 12 onwards.

Crabbe and Goyle are actually shown to have a more consistently antagonistic relationship with Neville than Draco does: it's them who Neville ends up fighting in book 1 (during Harry's second quidditch match), it's them who laugh when Snape admonishes him in potions in book 3 (immediately post Buckbeak, Draco is present and does not react to Neville) and finally, it's Crabbe who straight up chokes him in book 5 (in the DA vs inquisitorial squad kerfuffle in Umbridge's office).

One can perhaps assume that Draco's bullying continues as the years go on but goes unnoticed by Harry (our POV in the books) but I don't see this happening for one reason and one reason only: this is not what we observe from Neville's interactions with his actual greatest bully: Snape.

The narrative often makes space for Snape's remarks towards Neville (and their effect on him) regardless of plot relevance and they only increase in frequency as the books progress, so much so that in book 3 he is presented as Neville's greatest fear (by way of boggart).

The bullying somewhat plateaus around book 4 (where we can start seeing a shift in how jkr portrays both of them) and Snape and Neville eventually stop interacting completely after book 5, yet we are still presented with a number of interactions between the two that easily dwarfs Draco and Neville's. If Draco was actually a constant negative presence in Neville's life I'd expect to see a similar pattern and yet there is none.

tldr: Neville and Draco have actually very little to do with each other.

As a little treat, here's the only time Lucius Malfoy talks to Neville

Dude didn't have to roast him so hard, but he did.