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[thegirlwhowantstoknowitall]

My Favorite WIP-FFs of 2017 (for now)

1. Butterfly Effect by Nekolvr11

2. The Path of Power by IfIQuitNowTheyWin

3. Subtle Support by Angeltsuki

4. A Bit of Sky by ShayaLonnie

5. She Rises by giraffelove92

6. Six Pomegranate Seeds by Seselt

7. The Reclamation of Black Magic by ShayaLonnie

8. Just We Two by cklls

9. Coming Home by thewrittingferret

10. The Missing Jewel of House Shacklebolt by LR Earl

[calebski]

Tagged by @colubrina and @mildred-meadowlark

Rule: Post the last line that you’ve written and tag as many people as there are words in the line.

This is for the next chapter in the Elemental series of one-shots, which will be a Severus x Hermione pairing.

“Severus strode down the corridor, his fury rising with each and every step.”

I tag: @curiouselfqueen @ash-castle @indiebluecrown @synoir @nauticalparamour @maryroyale @summerisbittersweet @meowmerson @primruesabcd @thewrittingferret @itisariddle @jheeley @nellietrelawney

[foxfables]

 Endless List of Favourites. [1/...?] Favourite FanFictions.  Coming Home. by . @thewrittingferret

- "Did I ever tell you she's my mate?" Remus said so quietly that the potions master almost didn't catch it. Hermione finds herself being thrown back in time for her final year to walk the halls with none other than the Marauders. Little does she know, she's been there before. 

[xxdustnight88]

I was tagged by: @starrnobella Love you!

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

Relationship Status: It’s complicated...

Lipstick or Chapstick: Lipstick

Last song I listened to:  It’s Not Over by Daughtry (working on Partners in time...not a reference to my relationship status)

Last movie I watched: Captain America: Civil War

Top 3 TV shows: Doctor Who, Sherlock, Once Upon a Time

Top 3 Characters: Hermione Granger, Loki, Sherlock

Top three ships: Loki/Hermione, Themione, Dramione (& Sherlock/Hermione)

9 Tags: @mrsaturtle @articcat621 @ariel-riddle @wolf-of-ravenclaw @torigingerfox @thewrittingferret @hogsmeadeshoneyduchess @hollysparkswrites @freya-ishtar

[themerchntofvenice]

Apparently, this is what happens when Beta!Puff decides to do super!nerdy Christmas. Check out @thewrittingferret's newly bound version of the first 36 chapters of Coming Home!

[maraud0rks]

thewrittingferret replied to your post:How…old….is….the….trolley…witch?? Let. Her....

I saw this show. She’s horrendously terrifying when you see her in action!

oh my ffffffffffffff

I like....forget sometimes that the cursed child is like .... performed???

jfc that’s so wild like ?? wild.

[calebski]

Unauthorised Story Posting

For those of you that don’t yet know there is a new site called Fictionhunt.com that appears to have ripped all of the content from FF.NET and posted on their site. 

Seemingly they are fairly responsive in taking down stories if you contact them on this email contact@fictionhunt.com with the links to the stories you would like them to remove. I have sent my request off in the last hour and will update when they have been removed. 

The site it bloody difficult to navigate (you cannot search by penname) so I would suggest googling your author name and fictionhunt.com to get all the links. 

I think this will affect everyone that posts on FF.NET so I would check it out. @kreeblimsabs @synoir @summerisbittersweet @colubrina @nauticalparamour @ash-castle @thriftycrimson @jheeley @hollowg1rl @primruesabcd @indiebluecrown @thewrittingferret 

[calebski]

Hello! So I’m trying something new. This is a podcast type of Audio file that will be part of a series positively discussing all things fanfic. The first topic is all about one-shots and reductively, why we should all be reading more of them, IMHO.

Fic Recs mentioned in the post:

Collections Dramione Drabbles and Ficlets  @colubrina Bits and Pieces [also a summer series of various pairings that were posted individually] @nauticalparamour Short and Sweet @primruesabcd

One-Shots The first time they met @jheeley I Hate You, I Love You @laisvega Perfection @thewrittingferret The Precocity of Veela @maryroyale Bonded @summerisbittersweet [actually for HG’s Birthday] Jolt @summerisbittersweet Comfortable @meowmerson Nott in the Moonlight @indiebluecrown [pairing is Remus x Theo N] Disney Inspired Potter Drabbles @kreeblimsabs

There are obviously a whole host of others that are wonderful but I tried to restrict myself so I wouldn’t go on even longer than I have.

Tagging in a few other lovelies:

@cece2046 @theflavourofyourlips @jasperandgemma @synoir @ash-castle @ashenrenee @mechengmama @ndmc @curiouselfqueen @nellietrelawney @henriasownbinder @worthfull1 @ff-sunset-oasis @littleredsiren3101 @hollowg1rl @chiseplushie​

Would love to hear from you guys so feel free to send an ask or PM me topics or questions or anything that you would like included in the next one.

(Please let me know if you would like to be removed from further tags or have any issues with anything mentioned within the file).

[calebski]

“Well I’m not so sure about that,” Hermione noticed the way his face began to fall. “My grandmother always warned me about big bad wolves,” Remus eyes lit up in mirth and what seemed to be lust as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him with a little more force than she was expecting, making her heart race as he wrapped one arm around her waist and took her hand in his.

“Very funny, Red,” he whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine in a way Killian had never managed.

> Coming Home > @thewrittingferret

> (Hermione Granger x Remus Lupin) > Imagined Book Covers

[xxdustnight88]

I got tagged by @starrnobella rules: ten questions, tag ten people. last movie you saw: Captain America: Civil Way last song you listened to: Anytime by Kelly Clarkson Last show you watched: Diners Drive-Ins and Dives last book you read: Blood Vow by J.R. Ward last thing you ate: Sour Patch Kids if you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? the UK

Where would you time-travel to: 2011 first thing you would do with lottery money: Pay off my debts fictional character you would hang out with for a day: Loki Time right now: 9:24pm

10 Tags: @squarepeg72 @torigingerfox @thewrittingferret @thewrittingferret @mrsaturtle @articcat621 @hogsmeadeshoneyduchess @wolf-of-ravenclaw @tombakersscarf4 @ariel-riddle

[themerchntofvenice]

Give It a Minute

“Albus, where are you taking me? I’m not entirely sure about this, it’s dark in there!” Scorpius had planted his feet and refused to move into the darkened room.

“You just have to walk down the hall, and it’ll get lighter, c’mon.” Albus turned at pulled at the arm of his exceedingly pale companion. “It’s not like it takes a Lion to walk forward, I’ll be with you the whole time.”

“Honestly, I don’t know if that’s all that reassuring. You’ve a very skewed perception of what is scary and what isn’t,” Scorpius shot back, though he did edge forward.

“I promise nothing will jump out at you,” Albus promised, and watched as Scorpius released the most minute tension in his shoulders and back. But now they’d come far enough down the hall that the room opened, and seeing that space did, in fact, lighten, made the blonde curious, and Albus couldn’t hide the smirk that crawled across his face.

“I don’t get it,” Scorpius said, nonplussed.

“Give it a minute,” Albus remarked.

“But, what’s with all the chairs pointing at a plain wall? There’s simply no call for it. What are we to do, watch the paint dry? Al, I won’t be a part of this, let’s go.”

“Sit down, Scorp. You’ll see in just a minute.”

“I don’t see why you’re so fascinated in a documentary about Newt Scamander. Like, honestly, I didn’t know you were so into creatures like that…”

Albus gave Scorpius a look that clearly conveyed his thoughts on that joke. “I’ve told you, it’s not a documentary, it’s a film that the muggles have created about how they think magical creatures are like. It’s going to be too good to miss.”

“Really? Because it sounds to me like it’ll be a trainwreck and not even a bit accurate. Because if actual muggles made it, and not some Squib or a muggleborn somewhere in there, they’re bound to get everything wrong!”

“I know, it’s gonna be great.”

“Albus, this is stupid. Why would you deliberately bring to a cinema to see a film that we know is going to horrible? This is the worst date idea ever.”

“Because, Scorpius,” Albus remarked, and the twinkle in his mischievous eyes made Scorpius’s throat go suddenly dry, “we don’t have to focus too much through it.”

“What did you have in mind instead?”

“Give it a minute,” Albus smirked.

                                                        ~#~

Scorpius was moderately confused about why it took so long for the damn film to begin playing after they’d sat down, and even more confused when Albus started drowsing where he sat. Oh no, he wasn’t going to get left alone to endure the trainwreck of a film while Albus took a nap, especially when this had been his idea.

Albus had snuggled up on Scorpius’s shoulder by this point, and he kept up a string of questions in an attempt to keep Albus awake and aware. “How do muggles set up cameras with such long exposures?”

“They have different kinds of cameras that can record up to hours worth of film,” Albus remarked sleepily, adjusting himself lower in his chair. They’d moved the armrest so they could hold hands almost immediately after they’d sat.

“And so they just go around recording what happens?”

“No, they have muggles who act things out for the cameras.”

“So it’s not real?”

“No, of course not.”

“But then why are they so popular?”

“Ask me again after the film is over.”

“Seriously, though? What’s so great about them?”

But Albus didn’t answer, he’d properly rearranged himself partially on Scorpius’s lap, firmly in nap mode. Scorpius spent the next five minutes trying to decide if he should wake him so they could leave, if he was so tired, but then the lights in the room dimmed, and the far wall lit up, as the film began.

                                                         ~#~

Fifteen minutes later, and Scorpius was trying to decide if he was impressed by the muggle cameras, which seemed to pick things up in much higher quality than wizarding cameras could capture, or if he should be annoyed at the writer of the film for the extraordinarily slow pace of the beginning of the movie.

He’d never been very patient for the beginnings of things. He much preferred to jump into the middle of the action, setting up all the action had always been his least favorite part of any story. He was just about to shake Albus awake so he could complain quietly in his ear, but then he felt movement near his lap, and he froze.

Albus, it turned out, had not actually been asleep, rather bit by bit, slowly charming the front of his trousers open.

“Albuss -” Scorpius tried to hiss in a whisper, but someone from down the row shushed him. He shot a glare over towards the other person, but tried to struggle out from under Albus. But all that accomplished was Albus managing to get a hand down on his thigh, and his cock in Al’s mouth. Scorpius hissed again at the feeling of Albus’s warm mouth wrapping around his length and the person down the row shushed him again.

He found his hand wrapping into Albus’s messy hair, and somehow, instead of pushing his cheeky boyfriend off of him, he somehow managed to hold Albus’s head in place as his hips bucked up of their own accord.

Albus was moving excruciatingly slowly, and while Scorpius knew it was probably due to trying to remain quiet, the only thing he could think of was how much he wanted to whimper and shout and beg Albus to just get on with it. His hips bucked again, trying to convey the message without words, and when Albus didn’t change his tongue’s torturous path up and down Scorpius’s shaft, Scorpius took to trying to focus on something else, anything else to take his mind off of how badly he wanted to whimper. He tried to control his breathing, tried to focus on the film, Was that what muggles thought MCUSA looked like? What was the deal with the creepy kid? But then Albus’s hand got involved as well, and Scorpius lost the ability to think at all, really, at that point.

He barely noticed that Albus must have wordlessly cast a Notice-Me-Not charm, as the man’s head started bobbing up and down in his lap, heedless of the muggles around them, and only realized it, after frantically looking around to make sure they weren’t drawing attention to themselves, when he noticed that every muggle’s eyes were riveted to the screen in front of the room. Was that meant to be the American version of the DoM’s Death Room? What was going on in this film?

Oh, Salazar, yes. Please don’t stop, Al.

Scorpius wasn’t sure how much more he could take of this, Albus was simply driving him wild, and the need to maintain absolute silence, somehow added even more tension to his already taut muscles. His hips were fully bucking now, their rhythm erratic and swift, chasing the edge he could feel himself working toward. Merlin, he was so close.

And then Albus started testing his gag reflex on Scorpius’s cock, and he couldn’t take it anymore. With a surprised gasp, his hands clenched in Albus’s hair, and he lost himself in the feeling of Albus trying to swallow every last inch and drop all at the same time. His hips bucked again, two more erratic strokes, his eyes rolling closed as he felt the back of Al’s throat convulsing on him.

                                                       ~#~

The next several minutes were spent trying to calm his breathing and beating heart, and shoving his own tongue as far as possible into Albus’s mouth. He could taste himself on his boyfriend, and thought there would never be a day when he’d tire of that flavor.

The rest of the movie was spent hissing in Albus’s ear all questions he had about the movie. “Had the americans any idea what proper duelling form looked like? Why was that goblin’s fingers so curled back on themselves? What sort of fool tries to talk an abused child out of a meltdown? How did they get permission to use the creatures in an entirely muggle production? Wait, what do you mean they put them in with computers? What’s a computer? Who was their creature designer then, because that person at least must have had a connection to the Wizarding World in order to have their creatures be that accurate.”

He was about to ask another question when Albus turned to him and quietly muttered, “Shut up or you’ll find your mouth full of something other than all these inane questions.”

Scorpius’s smirk sprang to his face quicker than a snitch. “Is that a promise?”

“Give it a minute,” Albus remarked, matching smirk in place.

[themerchntofvenice]

Care of Magical Creatures

“Granger, this is the most ridiculous idea ever,” Draco complained as they pulled the car into the spot.

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad, besides it will be a nice change of pace,” Hermione tried to reason.

“Pukwudgie Park though? Neither of us even care about magical creatures.”

“I happen to find magical creatures fascinating.”

“Yeah, so long as the oaf isn’t teaching,” Draco remarked sardonically.

“Now, you take that back!”

“None doing, Granger.”

“Draco!” But his blond head was swiftly moving towards the gate of the amusement park, and Hermione dropped the argument in favor of trying to catch up to him.

This vacation was turning out to be a poor idea the longer it went. Draco had been vexing her more and more throughout the course of their trip across the pond. He kept swinging from wildly romantic gestures, like the dinner he’d arranged for them in an extremely exclusive restaurant the other night, to progressively more and more snarky and downright rude comments, as with his comment about Hagrid. After a year and a half of dating the man, she had thought she was used to his sense of humor, as it were, but even her understanding and patience had its limits.

She caught up to him, her hand easily slipping into his, and when she looked over, she noticed he was smiling, and Hermione knew then that he’d been teasing her. She managed to shove his shoulder slightly with her own, and the two entered the park without further ado.

#

“Oh, look, they’ve got a pygmy puff petting zoo,” Hermione commented as they passed, and Draco rolled his eyes slightly.

“I don’t see why they’d need a petting zoo, you can pick them up in George’s shop without too much fuss,” Draco commented. “Though I suppose this gives the parents a chance to let their kids interact without having to actually buy one of the critters.”

“Have you never played with one before?” Hermione asked.

“Why would I? I’m not a child nor a girl.”

“Humor me.”

“You must be joking.”

“I’m not, here,” and she plucked one from the container and set it into Draco’s hands, which reached out as if by instinct.

He stared down at the purple puff, nonplussed.

“What does it do?” He asked, as the tiny creature looked up at him.

“They’re just little fluffy puff balls, they don’t do much, which is why they make for good pets. The most they can do is change their fur color, based on the mood of their owner.”

“So they’re essentially fluffy snitches that double as mood balls? What purpose does that serve?”

“Why does everything have to have purpose? Not all magical creatures have a useful purpose, you know,” Hermione commented.

“Sure they do! All the way from flobberworms to dragons, most magical creatures provide a useful function of some kind,” the blonde argued back, and Hermione tried to  hide her smirk. It was one of the things she’d always loved about Draco, discussions actually happened with him. They could argue amicably, trying to persuade each other to one side or the other, rather than Ron’s usual reaction of taking everything as a criticism and flying off the handle. The fact that Draco could turn a small puff ball into an intellectual discussion only made her swoon a little inside.

“And what use does a flobberworm have, then?”

“They’re food for other magical creatures, like bowtruckles, which are useful for pointing out trees of wand wood quality.”

“Semantics, dear.”

“Hardly.”

And then the puff turned a bright blue, and Hermione gave a little gasp. Draco looked a little dumbfounded, and then just as quickly, the puff turned bright neon orange.

“Looks like that one’s adopted you, sir,” the attendant remarked as he bustled over. “No need to be confused, it happens all the time. Here’s a little adoption kit, we keep them on hand, just in case. Should have all the instructions you need in there.”

Hermione couldn’t help giggling as Draco scowled slightly, and the puff’s fur darkened back to a blue shade. Imagine that, the inscrutable Draco now has a mood projector via his new little pal. How handy.

“You’ll probably want to name him, then.”

“The puff doesn’t need a name, how ridiculous!”

“You can’t honestly go about expecting people to call him the Puff, can you?”

“Why not?”

“Be reasonable, love, please.”

Draco was quiet for a moment. Hermione prepared herself for the tongue lashing she was sure to get from that comment, but instead Draco spat out, “Mercury, then.”

#

Later, as they were exiting the Flight of the Hippogriff adventure, they stopped for a moment as Hermione passed Draco’s puff back to his shoulder and noticed Draco and Mercury both looking a little green about the gills.

“It’s not nearly that bad, you know,” she commented.

“It is when you were worried the thing was going to buck you off every other second,” Draco snapped back.

“At least you managed to get on it’s back this time, no broken arm to speak of?” Hermione tried for some levity.

“Har har, Granger.”

“You know, it’s been years since you’ve been annoyed consistently enough to call me that with any consistency. Are you really not enjoying today? Previous conquering of fear notwithstanding,” Hermione’s face became serious for a moment.

“No, it’s not that, I simply….this day isn’t going how I expected, is all,” Draco sighed, and Hermione noted that Merc’s color went slightly purple at that. What could Draco be bordering on anxious about?

#

“Hermione, is it possible that we could talk?” Draco asked after they had made it to the end of dinner.

“Haven’t we been talking all day?” She was starting to get nervous now, as Mercury had been getting progressively more and more purple throughout the course of the day.

“Well, sure, but I just….I’ve been meaning to ask you about something for awhile now, and I feel like if I don’t do it now then it’ll never happen and I’d rather….I mean, I’m just……” He stopped, with a heavy sigh. He hated to seem like he was rambling, she knew this. It was one of their very first disagreements since she rambled so often. “How did you enjoy today?”

“I….uh…..I had a great time, really,” she commented, more confused and worried now than before.

“Because I wanted today to be perfect and I didn’t really….there were a lot of things that seemed less than perfect and I just wanted to make sure that you’d had a good time.”

“Draco, of course I had a wonderful time -”

“Because if it wasn’t perfect I’ll wait and we can do this another day because it must be perfect.”

“What must be perfect? What are you talking about, Draco? I-”

“Marry me.”

“....”

“Please.”

“....”

“It’s just that, I wanted today to be perfect because you’re perfect. You’ve always been infuriatingly perfect from day 1, even when we were children and even when the world was falling apart around us and even when you were too strong to give that crazy bint of a woman any information at all and even when you stood up to my mother and even when you invite Potter and Weasley over for some reason and I never want to have another day without your perfection in it. You make me want to be just as perfect, and remember things like you actually caring about creatures and other magical species and proving that I can care as well. I want to be just as perfect for you, because you are everything I’ve ever wanted and I don’t give a damn about what anyone thinks, especially my mother or Potter or Weasley or anyone really, because I know that every single day will be perfect so long as -”

Her kiss finally stopped him. Her enthusiasm would have soothed him if not for the niggling worry in the back of his mind, and he pulled away to keep explaining, when she placed her finger upon his lips.

“You’re rambling.”

He gave a nervous twitch of a smirk.

“That’s a yes, you equally infuriatingly perfect prat.”

Mercury settled into a bright, vibrant red.

[themerchntofvenice]

The time has come, the Beta!Puff said….

[themerchntofvenice]

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Current word count for the newest chapter of @thewrittingferret's Coming Home, and it's not even done yet. Can we talk about the amount of excitement that I have for this? Because on a scale of 1-10 its a 9.06.

[themerchntofvenice]

That moment when @thewrittingferret and I start working on our OTHER massive project.