#where he AND Astoria can feature | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

dramioneasks · 7 months ago

Text

Christmas Fics (2024) (Part 9):

A Very Merry Proximity by watchyoubreathingout - M, 2 chapters - “I’m going to propose to Theo.” “Oh, Harry! That’s so wonderful. When?” “On the trip. I want to do it with our family there.” In which Hermione and Draco fake date on a couples ski trip

The Road Back Home by Elinie - G, 3 chapters - Malfoy stopped and checked his watch once more. Midnight was just minutes away. "I’ll make it," he thought, closing his eyes and picturing only one thing: her face, glowing with warmth, as he knocked on the door.

Happy Rave-mas, Draco! by AsIfYouCouldOutReadMe - E, 3 chapters - Straight-laced Auror Draco Malfoy only wants three things: his book, his bed, and a cuppa. He saw enough trouble in his early life to last the rest of his days, thank-you-very-much. Approaching thirty, he's resigned to fulfilling his marriage contract with Astoria Greengrass and getting on with the years. Unfortunately, Theodore Nott is much less receptive to Draco's chosen path. Following the Ministry's Christmas party he drags him to Pansy Parkinson's Second Annual Rave-mas, bringing Draco in direct contact with a one Hermione Granger and changing his life forever. -Or- In an effort to “have fun” and “live a little” good boy Draco Malfoy attends his first rave, a rather on-the-nose affair hosted by Pansy Parkinson. The theme is Rave-mas, the booze and drugs are flowing, and the main act of the night is Lioness, Hermione Granger’s nom de guerre. Featuring an awkward, smitten Draco; DJ Hermione; Supportive NottPott; party planner Pansy; drug dealer Neville; scene boy Goyle; Cormac bashing; rave culture; and tiniest bit of Christmas cheer. Inspired by that one night around the holidays in which everyone is in town, so you go out and get a little reckless.

Hark! A Herald Angel's Wings by makingTime - M, one-shot - The first time Draco Malfoy picks his son up from the school’s nativity rehearsal, Hermione expects she’s in trouble. She hasn’t seen him in 10 years and clearly, much has changed. Now, they’re both divorced, their five-year-olds are best friends and, though she prides herself on being unflappable, her good sense seems about to fly South for the winter… Back at Malfoy Manor, the Master has brought half the grounds in with him, but with the Christmas party coming, that’s the last of Gammy’s worries. He does wish Master Draco would stop behaving so oddly, but then again, if there was anything Gammy was accustomed to, from his many long years as Personal Elf to the Master of the Malfoy Household–it was oddities…

A quite Christmas at Grimmauld Place by darkgreenforest03 - G, one-shot - Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy find themselves stranded together at Grimmauld Place over Christmas Eve due to a tactical mishap during an Order mission. Malfoy, who has been reluctantly assisting the Order after defecting from Voldemort, is under constant suspicion. Hermione, exhausted from the war and herding the chaos of her friends, is less than thrilled to be stuck with him.

The Christmas Where Draco Ruined Nothing by Helledore - T, one-shot - Veritaserum spiked mulled wine can lead to one thing only...

Santa Always Comes by Dizzle00, Sophiesstreet - E, one-shot - “Look at her, Draco. Our witch is looking a bit peckish.” “Do you need us, love?” their blond husband purrs to Hermione, kissing up her neck. “Hungry for more?” “I need both of you,” she whimpers, her petulance from the day before all gone; now she is only sweetness, back on Santa’s nice list--beautiful, golden, and ready to beg. They’ll give her anything she wants. Or In which Draco’s daddy will hear about this, but not the daddy you’d expect. [Draco x Hermione x Blaise]

The Delivery Clause by ThornedHuntress - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy needed many things from her. His coffee. The financial reports from Shanghai. A swift kick up the arse—though he hadn’t asked for that one, specifically. But there was one more thing he'd need for Christmas and, god help her, Hermione was going to deliver. ~~~ “Draco.” “What?” he muttered, an intense, distant look of focus on his expression, his hips never ceasing. “If you want to get me pregnant, you are going to have to at least attempt to enjoy this at some point.”

Feels Like Home by charingfae - E, one-shot - When Hermione has nowhere to go for the holidays, her very hot, competent, single employer graciously takes her in. As a nanny, she's used to taking care of people. But when Draco offers to take care of her for a change, she doesn't resist. --- Draco stretched languidly in his chair. “I was a terror of a child, if you can believe it.” She drew her hand to her mouth in a faux gasp. “No!” “You’re not allowed to be cruel to me, it’s Christmas.” “You’d rather I be nice to you? But that’s so boring.” He ran his tongue along his lip, his eyes darkening. “Believe me, it’s not.”

#christmas #dramione

31 notes · View notes

gloivy · 2 years ago

Text

don’t tell me it’s over

dramione drabble | fake relationship | angst with a happy ending

“So, that’s it?” she said it casually, even though it felt like her insides were being torn apart. “Ron apologised, Astoria wants you back. I suppose that means our arrangement is—”

His sharp bark of laughter cut her off. “Don’t tell me it’s over. Don’t you dare tell me that.”

She had never allowed him to get away with speaking to her in that piercing tone before, had never backed down without a fight.

But… there was something in the warning that struck through his demand, in the fractured crack that punctuated the word ‘over’, that made her pause.

And so instead of fighting, instead of warring with him over the one thing that they had ever agreed on—the naïve fake relationship, the understanding that it would end when their respective gains were met—instead of bringing up all of their familiar vitriol, she took a damning leap, and tried instead to accept the small weakness he had offered.

Not to use against him, as perhaps a younger version of herself might.

But instead, to meet with her own, a fragility just as mighty as the one that lingered in the air from his outburst.

So, she continued, as though he had never interrupted her at all, though his plea rung in her ears with each weak word she uttered.

“I suppose that means our arrangement is over.”

His sharp exhale was so anguished, so pained, that the sharpness of it felt like a knife’s edge.

His gaze, she realised, had softened so considerably as of late, and she had grown so accustomed to it’s gentleness that now the stark contrast of his cold stare cut straight through her heart. Such coldness, where once there was warmth.

If she didn’t know better, didn’t feel it in her bones, she would think that he was just as unfeeling as his mask portrayed. But she could see it, the minuscule crack in his facade, and the agony that bled through it.

And so, she continued, quickly, before he took his facade and left her here, alone, with the consequences of her cowardly heart.

“But I—” she choked on her own words, the vulnerability scaring her. She swallowed down the fear, and spoke before she let it consume her, “I don’t want us to be over.”

Shock passed over his features so quickly she almost missed it, the widening of his eyes, his slackened jaw.

And then, in the next moment, his mask was firmly back in place. The crack in his facade hidden once more by cool indifference.

“Why?” he asked, as though he hadn’t been the one begging her not to tell him it was over just moments ago.

Though she supposed this was just his nature. So afraid of being helpless, of putting his heart out on a limb and having it used against him. Such was his upbringing, his love for his family only bringing upon him despair.

But she would not use such weakness against him.

So, she answered his question.

“Because,” she whispered, as sometimes such delicate truth could only be uttered in delicate tone, “I can no longer imagine a future without you in it.”

His mask fell, exposing the agony of the heart he carried.

Two quick strides and he was before her, hand raised as though he meant to caress her. But it fell down by his side again before she could feel his skin against hers.

There was a war waging behind his irises, a war against the man he once was and the man he had become.

She could only hope that the man she loved won the battle.

For several long seconds he said nothing.

But she could tell the exact moment the war ended.

The moment his hand raised for a second time and she felt him caress her cheek. The moment his eyes softened in the way they only ever did for her. The moment his lips parted, not with words, but with a shaky exhale, as though he’d held his breath through their entire encounter.

And then, he whispered, in his own delicate truth, “I do not have a future without you in it.”

Her heart swooped in euphoric glee, and she could not help the smile that stretched her lips so wide it almost hurt.

He laughed as he stared at her, and she knew she probably looked half-mad. But she didn’t care.

Raising to her tip-toes, she kissed him.

Things between them were not over. Far from it. This was only just their beginning.

#drabble #dramione drabble #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #dhr #dramione fanfic #dhr fic #dhr fanfic #dramione fanfiction

318 notes · View notes

justmeinatree · 2 years ago

Text

02 - Astoria : Locked Us On An Island

Summary : you find yourself trapped on a pirate ship, desperate to be saved. or is it the pirate that needs saving …

hope fades away in astoria, i’ll say whatever doesn’t make me stronger kills me

previous part

Word Count : 4.3k

A/N : it’s finally been figured out, this will be a 4 part miniseries !! i hope yall enjoy ✌️

“niall, let me row a bit, please,” you huff.

the last few hours went by in a flash. from following niall up to a lifeboat. to the both of you struggling to do a 3+ person job, as quickly as you could, escaping the endless captivity that was forced upon you for the last week.

the adrenaline seemed to leave your body as instantly as the boat hit the waters below. you felt the panic leaving your bones, your heart rate decreasing for the first time, the weight on your chest waning, your lungs sucking in a solid breath. and although the reality that was the last week, seemed to be settling inside you, exhaustion hitting tenfold, you still were not about to let niall row all the way. christ, he’s saved your life time and time again, the least you could do was this.

“would you just relax,” niall chuckles, shaking his head. “you act like this is my first time rowing off into the night.”

“wait” you exclaim, look of shock stricken on your features, “you’ve seriously done this before ? i thought you’d been on that ship all this time.”

niall laughs, eyes crinkling at the thought of a sedentary pirate, slowing his rowing to look at you properly, “s’my 6th time leaving a crew, darling. really no big deal there, pirates are always getting in scuffles. we’re not exactly the friendliest people. constantly getting thrown out for any number of reasons.”

“i had no idea,” you hum incredulously, shellshocked at the thought of doing such a thing every couple of years from the sounds of it.

“it is, however, my first time with company,” he smiles wide, starting to row again. “you’ve no idea how amazing that is, honestly.”

“umm,” you hum, biting your lip. a thought plaguing your mind since you’d left the not-so-safety of the ship, something you were nervous to bring up, as you were petrified of the answer, “how does this end ? this little lifeboat voyage we’re on, i mean.”

you’d been stressing the idea, the further you seem to be heading into nothingness. although it was nice, the reassurance that niall had done this many times, without seemingly being too scarred from it all. but that doesn’t stop the anxiety all that much. was a boat supposed to just find you ? what if that boat held more pirates ? surely niall couldn’t fight them all off. would you be finding land ? what would that look like ? where would you be ?

“we’re probably about another hour from a little island. can rest up there for a while, then row to the mainland,” he explains as if there wasn’t much to it.

“wha- you know where we are ?” you ask even more confused. who was this man ? he was becoming more and more of a mystery. “how in god’s name could you possibly know ?”

niall laughs again, “christ, no faith in me, you,” he tuts playfully. “rule number one of living at sea, learn your way, take note of your surroundings at all times, and know how to get yourself to safety.”

“but how do you even know where you’re going ? it’s pitch black, no sights to even take in,” you wonder, eyes looking around yourself for any form of reference point. but really, everything was just pure darkness.

niall nods upwards behind you, chin pointing towards the sky, “moon’s rising behind you. we’re going west. and i know where we are because i’ve sailed these seas for over a decade, s’all i know. besides, i’ve been to that island before, one of the other times i’ve had to leave. you’re in luck too, s’one of the nicer ones.”

instinctually, you turn your head, looking up at the sky behind you, noting the crescent moon, working its way up into the sky, niall’s voice piping up to add, “sun’ll be rising soon too. excited to feel that for the first time in a while ?”

“mhmm,” you hum contently at the thought of warmth and proper lighting. it feels like a very welcomed opportunity to properly dry out. everything had been so damp. “you’re really very smart,” you murmur, a little shameful that you’d just expected otherwise due to his career choice.

“you seem surprised,” niall chuckles breathily, smirking playfully at you, as he sees the shyness take over your face, eyes flicking away from his, demeanour curling into yourself. “hey, s’alright. i know pirates aren’t exactly known to be masterminds. and really, m’not.”

“but you know so much,” you’re quick to jump in, not wanting him to belittle himself. honestly, piracy aside, you were genuinely impressed with his smarts. “i could never do what you’re able to do.”

“lets just call it a different kind of smarts,” he smiles at you, “one you’ve never had to even consider before.”

you hum, nodding, contemplating. because he’s right. never had you a need to take note of the moon’s position, or the timing of sunrise, or reference points to find your way to safety. it honestly sounds exhausting. and for a solid moment, you felt bad for him.

you’d always been told that pirates were like the lowest of the low. people that would do nothing but pilfer, rape, destroy, hurt. so far though, niall’s been everything but. he’s been kind, honest, caring, protective. you did not have a crush on a pirate. fuck.

it was important not to forget that he did pilfer. stealing food and beverages for you. some boots and clothes as well. but he’s also done it in pure piracy in the past. hell, he even murdered people. to protect you from being seriously bruised and incredibly hurt. but, again, he’s also killed for no reason other than, you guessed it, piracy.

were those things that you could forgive ? things that were of necessity just as much as it was to keep you safe and comfortable ? that’s where the line blurs isn’t it ? what were you ready to accept ? because not an ounce of his being seems truly bad. fuck, why did any of it matter ? you were not falling for a pirate.

either way, you were quickly jolted, quite literally jolted, from your thoughts, as the little row boat collides with a sandbar, sending both you and niall flying into a whiplash.

“fuck. closer than i thought,” niall mutters under his breath, standing and stretching his arms high above his head, back rolling, muscles loosening.

your gaze was fixated on his lower stomach, shirt ridden up from the stretch, dark tanned skin, tousle of hair leading down into his pants. the whole ordeal was over quickly, as he hops out of the boat, pulling it further up onto the sand.

you were left sitting there, thighs clenching, drool pooling into your mouth that you’re holding shut tight, not wanting him to notice anything. you could not be thinking this way. you could not.

“y’alright there ?” niall chuckles, his hand stretched out in front of you. an offering of sorts, to help you balance yourself as you step out of the small boat. one that you accept graciously, the rocking of the waves jostling you around as you try to stand.

“yeah, sorry. i’ve been distracted,” you explain, shaking your head, shaking the thoughts in your head, more like.

“what’s on your mind ?” he asks, knowing how incredibly difficult this must have been for you so far. he remembers the early days at sea, they weren’t exactly the greatest. can’t imagine doing it all as a lady. one that had to fend for her life on a pirate ship. he definitely has the outmost respect for you, full admiration for someone that’s as headstrong as you’ve been.

“uh- don’t worry about it,” you sigh softly, “just tired, i think. all this is starting to weigh heavily now.”

you were not about to let him in on your true thoughts. not for a second. christ, you didn’t even want to let yourself in on your true thoughts. because you absolutely will not come close to admitting that you’re falling more and more for a pirate.

but really, look at him. with the sun starting to rise, you’re really seeing him properly for the first time. his eyes were piercing blue, accentuated by the brown tan that covers his skin. you’re now also noting that the brown tousles of hair poking out of this bandana turn more and more blonde the further you look from his scalp. another condition brought on by the harsh heat of the sun on the open sea.

he was well built too. muscles outlining his skin, years of hard manual labour clearly having its effects. and as tattered and dirty he was overall, you couldn’t help but wanting to curl up into him. he was he embodiment of safety, warmth, strength. even softness, a benefit to having your skin exposed to salt water. you wanted him. fuck, you wanted every little bit of him.

it was plaguing your mind. had been for a while. maybe this pirate was the silent answer to your prayers. christ, you must be delusional. it’s surely some form of projection. he’s saved your life and protected you more times than anyone else you know. that’s surely all it is. maybe a good warm nap will help you clear all these ridiculous thoughts.

“think i’ll just take a nap if that’s alright with you ?” you hum quietly, looking around yourself to find a spot that would give you enough comfort.

“‘course it’s okay. lemme show you a good spot,” niall smiles, hand tentatively resting on your shoulder in comfort, starting to lead the way, hand falling between both of you, as you stride in time.

it took every ounce of your being not to rest your head against his hand. he was so warm, so comforting, you could cry.

a nap. definitely a nap.

to distract yourself as you follow him, you take in your surroundings. looking at the few palm trees, large open sandy space, nothing but shimmering blue waters as far as the eye can see. but at the moment, you were too tired to really take in how isolated this little island really was, having no choice but to put all of your faith into your pirate man. your beautiful pirate man. fuck.

“here,” niall mutters, head nodding underneath one of the shorter trees, the shade more concise on one spot, soft grass growing beneath. “can use one of the big leaves if you want a makeshift blanket,” he explains, watching you drop down into the comfort of the grass, shuffling into the most comfortable position you can find.

niall looks around, trying to find some sort of anything that could be used as a pillow. when nothing immediately pops out at him, he quickly shuffles himself out of his vest, handing it to you sheepishly, “sorry if it’s dirty and smells bad. but, it’s a bit more comfortable than that giant root.”

he knows you’re used to much nicer things. cleaner things. nicer smelling things. he hates how much his brain is toying with him. you just want to be rescued, surely just to be brought back home and left to forget any of this ever happened. but you’ve rocked his mind more than the smallest boat taking on the largest wave.

you were so strong, so unbothered, so determined, positive, happy. so beautiful. no pirates were ever like that. maybe his stupid brain was just confused. maybe he was just looking to latch onto the first sense of goodness. there’s no way he’d let himself fall for the lady that stumbled onto a pirate’s ship. not because he wouldn’t want to, you were everything to him since the moment his eyes fell on you. you were the little spark of light in his life. a light he hasn’t seen or felt since becoming a pirate. it’s because he was here to make sure you were safe. and once you are, reality would hit.

you would surely go back to whatever it was you were doing. marrying the richest man, if he remembers correctly. that fucking richest man. of course you don’t want someone like niall.

“thanks,” you smile wide, accepting niall’s coat, bunching it up and cozying up to it, humming softly, contently. “really niall, thank you,” you mutter quietly, almost instantly asleep. something about having a little piece of him to curl up to seemed to wash away any and all fears. your beautiful pirate man. dammit.

it was quite a while before you woke up again, the sun now starting to sit low on the west side of the island, clearly making its descent over the little sandbar.

you notice that niall’s sitting just a bit further, closer to the water, fire burning in front of him, something clearly cooking overtop of it if the smell was anything to go by.

as you quickly stretch, you come to a stand, walking over to him, noting the pile of chopped wood next to him, “fuck, now i really feel bad. i’ve done nothing but sleep all day.”

niall startles slightly at your presence, not expecting you to be awake, looking over to catch you sitting down next to him. “please stop saying stuff like that,” he shakes his head with a playful smile. “really, just having someone else here is doing plenty for me.”

“you’d still be in the comfort of the ship if it weren’t for me,” you point out, really just looking for a reaction out of him. you were in a good mood after the long nap, finally a moment of silly freedom as your subconscious comes to terms with your overall safety.

“you’d be fucked if i hadn’t come with you,” he points out, eyes leaving the fire to flick to yours, a knowingly playful glint in his gaze.

“i’d have been eaten by a shark a thousand miles in the wrong direction,” you laugh, instinctually hiding your face in niall’s shoulder, slowly rising away from him when you realize what you’d done.

niall laughs with you, “wouldn’t make it a thousand miles,” he mutters under his breath, his heart bursting at the slight touch, knowing that you’re comfortable enough to do so. and if by the looks of it, wasn’t something you’d planned, if the sheepish look you’re giving him is anything to go by.

“s’alright you know,” he murmurs, his arm gently resting over your shoulders, giving you a small nudge, a silent plea to rest against him again. if you wanted to of course.

you welcome the opportunity, tucking your head into his neck, revelling in the warmth, the comfort, hell even his pirate smell was getting to you in a good way.

“don’t know how you did it,” you hum quietly, the darkness, the close proximity, making it easy to talk. “the first time you were rowing by yourself out at sea. must have been so scary.”

niall hums in thought, nodding, his hand on your shoulder giving a little squeeze, “think i was more scared of being hurt or weakened.”

“i thought we were gonna die out there,” you whisper, biting your lip, niall’s hand giving you another reassuring squeeze and a small rub.

“are you scared of dying ?” niall asks quietly, his head resting against yours, eyes locked on the fire ahead of him.

“yes, of course,” you nod. “aren’t you ?”

“no,” he shrugs softly. “i think to be scared of dying, i’d have to have something to live for.”

your heart shatters for him. literally, you can feel every shard of your broken heart stabbing you throughout the inside of your body. “niall-“ you murmur, looking up at him, sadness filling your eyes, “what happened to you ?” he’d mentioned his parents before. or at least his mum, and how she raised him to be kind. how did he end up here ?

he sighs, looking down at his boots, feet scuffing the sand below them, his hand rising from your shoulder to rest against your head, forcing it back down in his neck before speaking, “my mam died when i was young. a pretty graphic accident, i’ll spare you the details,” he explains quietly. “my dad couldn’t handle it. he drank the rest of his life away, and-“ niall shakes his head, “well, he eventually died too. didn’t have much going for me. no one to come and save me,” he shrugs.

that hits you. it hits you hard. he’s done nothing but save you for the past week. something he’s doing out of the pure goodness of his heart. something he so desperately wished for himself.

“was working at the docks for a while, but i didn’t have anywhere to go, didn’t have a home. that’s one thing the pirate ships do offer. s’hard work, the food is awful, the people are a mixed bag, but at least it’s a sense of belonging.”

“niall, i- fuck,” you breathe. “i don’t even know what to say. i’m so fucking sorry. wish i could go back in time and save you somehow.”

he closes his eyes, shuts them tight, his forehead pressed into your hair, muttering, “just knowing that means the world.”

you bite your lip at his admission, a single tear rolling down your cheek, quickly wiping it away against niall’s sleeve.

“never told me how you ended up on the ship,” niall murmurs, desperate for any way to take the heat of the conversation off of him.

“couldn’t stand the rich guy,” you explain softly, shrugging.

“why’s that ?” he asks, curious to have a glimpse into your reality.

“he’s not-“ he’s not you, you’re dying to say, but stop yourself. you can’t tell him that, fuck, you’re not sure you’re ready to accept that. to accept what that means. “he’s not a good person.”

“does he hurt you ?” niall asks quietly, bracing himself for the answer, not sure he’s actually ready for the outcome of that question.

“not physically,” you sigh. “not really anyway. not in the classic sense,” you try to clarify, shaking out the thoughts in your head. you didn’t want to talk about your sex life with niall.

so you try again, going a different route, “he’s not sweet, he’s not comforting, he’s not really very kind to me.” fuck, he’s not you, you really wish you could shout into the void of this island.

niall’s eyes close for a moment, squeezing you tighter to him, because really, how could anyone hurt you ? you were so sweet, so kind, how could anyone not want to give you the world ? he wishes more than anything that he could. that he had the opportunity to.

and well, he guesses that’s what separates their worlds so drastically. niall knew, deep down, that he was all the things that this guy wasn’t. but he also knew where pirates stood in the hierarchy of the world. and he knew even better where this guy stood. and that’s exactly why you were with him, and not niall. and it’s also why niall just needs to keep his mouth shut.

so that’s what he does. he sits with you. in comforting silence. watching the fire, taking in the stars, sharing the crab he’d caught earlier. sharing a moment of empathetic peace. a moment of sympathetic understanding. a moment for the two of you to just be. secretly pining for one another, but too self deprecating to do anything about it.

once the small bit of sustenance was polished off, niall finds himself guiding you back to the makeshift bed area, laying next to you, “get myself some rest before rowing back to the mainland tomorrow.”

why did that thought send a pit to the bottom of your stomach ? why did going back to the steadiness of flat ground make you want to vomit ? so you shuffle yourself closer to niall, silently praying that this wasn’t your last day with him.

you stuff your face against his neck and shoulder, body curling up to his side, your hand resting on the warmth of his chest feeling the steady rhythm of his heart, murmuring, “s’a bit cold,” as an excuse to get yourself closer.

“‘course. it’s alright,” he whispers back, taking a deep breath off the top of your head, hoping that you can’t feel the increase in his heart rate. he was tearing himself up inside. with your warmth, your softness, at such a close proximity, his head was doing cartwheels.

niall seriously cannot remember the last time he even had a conversation with a lady, let alone a cuddle with one. he can feel you two getting close, can feel the lingering heat from your breath against his ear. can feel every fibre of his being screaming at him to just kiss you.

but then, there’s that nagging thought in his brain, telling him that it’s a bad idea. especially now, knowing that you have a man back home. and no matter how much you might hate him, you’re still with him. and well, niall refuses to let go of his sweet, kind image that he’s somehow upheld with you. and making you cheat would certainly pop that bubble that you’ve put him in.

and so he does all that he can do. he cuddles you impossibly closer, under the premise of exchanging body heat, and falls asleep with the comforting thought that at least you had one last day together.

it was upon waking up the next morning, that everything seemed to hit you hard. you were going home. back to reality. back to your every day existence. back to normalcy. back to your life without niall. and you hated the sheer thought of it all. however, you really didn’t have an alternative, as you’d quite proven to yourself that a life at sea was nowhere near as nice as you may have imagined.

and so you sit quietly, sadly, in the lifeboat, taking in the last moments with your beautiful pirate man. you make sure to keep him ingrained in your mind, looking over the glint in his deep blue eyes, the smoothness of his sun parched skin, the tufts of soft looking hair, the way his lips part for his tongue to poke out, the freckles lining his cheeks.

the more you take him in, the sadder you become. this truly is the last time you’ll see niall. a reality that hits more and more the closer you get to land, the large port now visible in the distance.

“do you know where you’re going from here ?” niall asks sadly as he helps you out of the boat again. “pirates aren’t really welcomed with open arms out here.”

“yeah,” you sigh, nodding, standing next to him, not wanting to make the first move towards goodbye. the longer you were standing there, the more awkward it was becoming, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to leaving quite yet. “where will you go from here ?”

“i’ll find my way,” niall smiles softly, “i always end up right where i need to be.”

he looks over you, head to toe, one last time, shattered by the idea that he needs to say goodbye. he wasn’t meant to be on land, and he could never be selfish enough to force you into a life at sea. no, this was exactly what needed to happen. so he wraps his arms around you, taking a deep breath as he squeezes you tightly, “please don’t worry about me, i’ll be just fine.”

“i’m gonna miss you,” you admit quietly, your eyes pooling with unshed tears, gripping onto him for dear life. “i really wish there was a way for me to thank you. you’ve done so much for me.”

but he’s quick to shake his head, “seeing you safe is thanks enough. seriously couldn’t live with myself if i knew you were stranded somewhere at sea, getting ripped to shreds by some nasty pirates.”

as niall slowly pulls away from the hug, knowing that the longer this moment lasts, the harder it will be for him to actually walk away, he notes the unshed tears filling your eyes. and as much as it pains him, he needs to take that step, make that move towards goodbye.

he cups your cheek in his large hand, your face instantly leaning into his palm, head turning just slightly to peck his wrist.

niall watched you attentively, storing the soft feel of your lips away for a moment where he’ll need the strength, murmuring, “this was my first rowboat trip that had me properly scared. because, i actually had someone to live for. i’m really gonna miss you darling.”

and then, a moment later, the warmth comfort of his hand has fallen, niall nodding his head in a small curtsey, before turning away and rowing off, not giving you a chance to answer.

you stood there watching him until he was nothing more than a spec on the horizon, tears silently rolling down your cheeks, a frog forming in your throat. you were in love with a pirate.

Part 3

……

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

tags : @cc-horan28 @acesofspadess @justaranchhand

#niall horan #niall horan fic #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan blurb #niall horan one shot #niall horan imagine #niall horan au #niall horan writing #niall horan x you #niall horan x reader #niall horan fluff #niall horan masterlist #niall horan series #one direction #hello lovers #writings #justmeinatree

52 notes · View notes

astoriamalfoy1 · 1 month ago

Text

Snippet from my recently updated chapter 6: sound of silence

TW: trauma bonding, emotional manipulation, pregnancy, power imbalance

Suddenly, the scrape of Lucius’ chair echoed like a blade against stone as he stood, deliberate and unhurried. His long fingers trailed across the polished wood of the table as he moved. Each step toward her was measured, slow enough to coil dread in her stomach yet purposeful enough to remind her that hesitation was not a luxury he entertained.

His presence stretched over her like a storm cloud blotting out the sky.

“You fight it”, he finally said, voice smooth, almost amused. “But why?”

Astoria’s breath caught in her throat. She willed herself not to react – she wasn’t even sure what exactly he was talking about.

“Resistance is futile. You belong to me – your body, your mind, even your desires.” He stepped even closer, and she felt his presence curling around her like an invisible vice. “I see them all, Astoria. And I assure you, I do not intend to let you continue this childish act of denial.”

Her fingers dug into the fabric of her dress. She wanted to protest, to tell him that he was wrong, but the words withered before they could reach her lips. Because he wasn’t wrong. And the worst part – the part that made her stomach twist into knots – was that he knew exactly how much that truth terrified her.

He leaned down, just enough to tilt her chin upwards with two fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. His touch was light, deceptively gentle, but the command behind it was undeniable.

“Look at me”, he murmured.

She did. And in that moment, with the fire casting gold into his sharp features, she hated herself for the way her pulse quickened. Lucius regarded her, the corners of his mouth curling in quiet amusement. He had seen her hesitation, felt the way her body betrayed her in the brief flicker of a pulse too fast, a breath drawn too sharply.

“You think you can deceive me?”

His voice was silk, unwavering, a quiet force that demanded submission without ever needing to rise.

“I see the way your pulse shifts when I’m near. The way your thoughts linger where they should not. And of course, how wet you get for me.”

Astoria swallowed hard, the air between them growing unbearably thick.

“You want me, Astoria.”

The words landed like a blade drawn slowly against her skin – no wound, no mark, but the unmistakable warning of how deeply he could cut. And then, deliberately, his thumb ghosted against her jaw – so light, so fleeting, but enough to make her breath hitch. Enough to remind her, without question, that she reacted to him.

“Stop pretending.” His voice was softer now, like the command had settled into certainty. “You already know that fighting is pointless.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Astoria willed herself to move, to say something – anything – but Lucius had already unraveled her defenses. He had seen the pull she refused to name, and now he intended to solidify it.

“You think desire makes you weak”, he mused. “It does not. It only makes you mine.”

Astoria stiffened, her breath coming sharp, shallow. She wanted to tell him he was wrong, but the words tangled in her throat, useless against the quiet certainty in his tone. She felt it – the contradiction, the pull, the twisted, wretched truth he so effortlessly exposed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56884000/chapters/146310034

#dark romance #fanfic #astoria greengrass #astoria malfoy #dark fantasy #lucius malfoy #ao3 #my writing #dystopia #malfoy family #malfoy manor #trauma bonding #emotional manipulation #toxic relationship

4 notes · View notes

caramel-covered-apples · 1 year ago

Text

potter-weasley-lupin-malfoy clan vlogging

@scrxpz :)

when phones are first introduced into the wizarding world, harry buys one and begins taking ridiculous amounts of photos of the wotter clan, all of which are printed out and stuffed into "the picture book" which is a collection of all the pictures taken.

james loves stealing harry's phone for pictures and eventually figures out how to film videos. he takes videos of random shit - teddy changing his hair color, victoire braiding the dominique's hair, albus and scorpius snuggling in perhaps the gayest fashion possible together on the couch, etc. harry eventually relents and buys a family phone so that they can all take videos, and hence, the vlogs begin.

shortly after they've begun their vlogging, harry says that they could technically upload them to the muggle internet if they're careful about teddy's metamorphmagus powers, pots cleaning themselves, etc. all the kids love this idea and make an account labeled "the weasels" which is where all of their videos go.

james always volunteers to film, but he is notorious for not holding the camera straight and catching anything but what's meant to be filmed.

teddy goes through all of the videos before they're posted and makes sure that there's no magic in them.

the kids take turns with the family phone and when they can't be together, they'll film little tidbits of their life in their homes.

albus is the best at filming, but scorpius constantly distracts him and they all end up having to do it again.

all of the videos are genuine, and half the time, their most popular ones weren't meant to be filmed.

sometimes, when a person can't be there, teddy will fill their place.

the internet raves over the weasels and absolutely adores their dynamics, although some things are a bit speculative ("anyone noticed the giant hoops in one of the backyards?" "why do they have a closet full of brooms? their house isn't that dusty.." "they don't have a dishwasher!" "am i crazy or did i see an owl at the window at 4:39 in the video?")

some videos are very short and simple, like hugo talking about a flower he found outside or roxanne complaining about fred's antics.

when the account was newly made, people kept asking for a family tree because fuck, is that family huge. because nobody can remember what kid belongs to what parent, they link it in every video.

teddy x victoire is a very popular ship among the muggles on the internet and it drives victoire insane.

same thing with albus x scorpius, which honestly, nobody was surprised about, causing both albus and scorpius to be insanely embarrassed because they thought nobody suspected them.

occasionally, draco & astoria or andromeda will pop in one of the videos and the comments will be flooded with "the family can't get much bigger, can it?"

their most popular video is the whole family going to an amusement park. it features teddy and victoire secretly getting filmed while going on a "date" (teddy offered to pay for victoire's ice cream)

harry is dubbed "everyone's favorite uncle" because he got teddy a motorcycle for his eighteenth birthday and he has a pet snake.

#weasley family #next generation #harry potter next generation #harry potter next gen #vlog #headcanon

20 notes · View notes

gracexthoughts · 1 year ago

Text

of violent delights chap 25

the first task

28 november 1996

Mattheo’s POV

Harry and Mia spent nearly all of their free time over the last week practicing for the first task. I helped occasionally but Harry seemed more comfortable with just Mia. I’m not totally sure he knows who to trust right now and while I don’t blame him, it still stings a bit. According to Mia, Harry managed to pick up the spell fairly well but any time he got flustered or nervous he’d falter, which when you’re facing a life and death situation is not ideal. They spent most of the morning practicing again this morning, just to be certain but by the time lunch rolled around, Mia was saying she felt as confident as possible that he’ll be okay. If she wasn't in class, on prefect rounds, or doing school work, she was with Harry. It doesn't help that we don't have rounds together this year. I’ve tried not to feel neglected but I feel like I’ve barely seen my girlfriend all week.

An amphitheater was erected out on the grounds near the edge of the forest, a small tent with medical aid for the champions to get ready in and be cared for afterwards to the side, and although I can’t see where they are keeping the dragons currently, I can hear their roars. I sit in the stands with Theo and Enzo next to me as students and teachers file in, the anticipation palpable in the fall air for the first task.

I catch a glimpse of red hair at the bottom of the stands and straighten up, watching Mia as she climbs the stairs of the amphitheater, Astoria, Angelina, and Alicia in her wake. She’d walked Harry to the Champions tent but McGonagall had warned Mia during lunch that she couldn’t stay with him. She's wearing a Quidditch jumper, the red and gold of her house matching the champions uniform Harry was given, ‘Potter’ emblazoned on the backs.

Over the last few weeks, the Potter siblings have come under heavy fire from the three student bodies at Hogwarts but Mia is unwavering in her confidence, at least on the outside and in front of Harry. But I know that’s not the whole story. Even from a distance, I can see the anxiety in her features; her creased brow and bottom lip caught between her teeth and, as she moves to stand in front of me, I notice blood around her cuticles from picking at her skin.

“Hey baby,” I say with a smile, looking up at the beautiful woman in front of me, taking her hand in mine and squeezing tightly, wishing I could heal the scabs around her nails with a kiss.

“Hey, Matty,” she says quietly, and then greets Theo and Enzo. “Nice jumper,” she jokes as she sits next to me. I’m wearing a black jumper with the Hogwarts crest on the chest. I had tried to fit into one of Mia’s Quidditch kits but she’s quite a bit smaller than me and I kinda got my head stuck, it was a whole ordeal last night. She offered me a Gryffindor scarf but I declined; the only way I’m wearing Gryffindor colors is with her last name on the back.

“Hm thanks. Feeling okay?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand and the ridges of her scar.

She nods and looks out over the arena for the task; the amphitheater is a large circle with stands surrounding three quarters of the way around, a tunnel on the far side with the champions’ tent on the other side. The center is rough and rocky, luckily providing plenty of places to duck behind in case of fire, which is likely.

“Yeah, he did well this morning. I hid his broom just outside so he should be able to get it fairly quickly. He'll be okay,” she says, seeming to say it to reassure herself rather than me.

“Place your bets! Any bets?!” I turn as the Weasley Twins voices ring out over the stands, betting boxes hanging from their neck; always ones to find ways to make money. Mia told me they are saving for some kind of shop or something for after we're done at Hogwarts.

“Mia! Hey,” George says, noticing us first and making his way over. “Harry’s gonna do great,” he says, certainly trying to be reassuring but I can see the slight doubt in his eyes as a dragon roars somewhere nearby and I squeeze Mia’s hand again.

“Thanks, Georgie,” she says with a small smile.

“Hey, you guys want to place any bets?” Fred asks, coming up behind his twin and Theo and Enzo nod, handing over a few coins and whispering their bets to Fred.

“Alright, Phe, we’ll be back soon,” Fred says, wrapping his arms around Mia’s shoulders in a hug. I grit my teeth at the sight and don’t unclench until the Twins move along. I trust Mia, I do, but I still can’t help the jealousy that climbs into my throat every time someone else touches my girlfriend, especially her best friend. Not that I think they’re into each other, although I used to think they were dating before Mia corrected me during a prefect round last year, but more that Fred Weasley has known Mia for 6 years and been there for her through more trials and struggles than I think I could ever comprehend. Every story of Mia’s includes the Twins; pranks she helped pull, how they rescued her and Harry from their muggle relatives one summer, every time she snuck out of the castle, every time she was struggling or upset they were there. I can’t help but feel inadequate by comparison.

Soon the stands are full and Dumbledore stands, holding his hands for silence. Extending from either side of him are the rest of the judges: Maxine, Karkaroff, Ludo Bagman and Crouch.

“Welcome to the first task of the Triwizard Tournament!” The Headmaster announces and is answered by cheers and shouts from the crowd. “Our first task has been designed to test our champions’ daring and courage. Each champion has been randomly assigned a dragon to face off against, armed only with their wands. Their task is to retrieve the golden egg the dragons have been given to protect, for hidden in the egg is the key to the second task, without which, our champions cannot hope to succeed.” I squeeze Mia’s hand, noticing how her shoulders tense at the revelation at how crucial this task will be. Looking at my girlfriend, my heart aches. I wish I could take all her worries from her and wrap her in my arms, never to be touched by fear or pain again. But instead, all I can do is hold her hand and smile reassuringly.

“Up first, is Cedric Diggory facing a Swedish Short-Snout!” The announcer yells out and at his words, dragon wranglers appear out of the large of two tunnels which spill into the arena, leading a blue-gray dragon.

“Hey, look there’s Charlie!” Fred says from behind Mia and I, pointing down at the wrangler with flaming red hair and I realize it's the same Weasley Mia was sitting next to at the World Cup.

“Yeah, Haz said he was there when Hagrid showed him the dragons,” Mia nods as the wranglers chain the first dragon to the rocks and the creature settles over the gleaming golden egg in the center. "Charlie is the second oldest Weasley. He lives in Romania working with dragons," Mia whispers to me and I nod. The crowd roars as Diggory emerges from the smaller tunnel and the first task of the Triwizard Tournament officially begins. Fred mutters something about Diggory to George which I don’t catch but Mia does apparently, because she turns around and lightly smacks Fred’s knee.

“Stop,” she scolds, rolling her eyes and turning back to the arena where the Hufflepuff makes his first move towards the egg. Mia grimaces along with the crowd as the dragon cuts Cedric off of his path with a blaze of fire.

“I didn’t know you were friends with Diggory,” I say to Mia, my eyes trained on her face. Her brow furrows and her eyes dart to me.

“I’m not, really,” she says with a shrug. “The twins just don’t like him because he caught the Snitch when Harry passed out from the dementors last term.” The crowd gasps around us as Diggory ducks behind a rock, very nearly getting scorched, and the dragon roars.

“He cheated. It was totally unfair,” George says from behind us and Angelina scoffs.

“It wasn’t his fault, he didn’t realize Harry wasn’t well and when he did notice he begged Hooch for a rematch,” Angelina defends.

“Even Oliver didn’t blame him!” Alicia adds.

“Honestly, the two of you hold grudges for Harry and I longer than we ever do,” Mia chuckles, rolling her eyes playfully and reaching back to pat Fred’s knee.

“Whatever,” George grumbles, eyeing the back of Angelina’s head.

Cedric retrieves his golden egg in 15 minutes, having transformed a rock into a dog which he used to distract the dragon. It worked well enough, but he got burned before he managed to capture the egg. Fleur finished in 10 minutes and managed to charm the dragon to sleep; however, she also caught fire when the dragon snored. And Krum, the best so far, managed to hit the dragon in the eye with a spell and got his egg quickly, although the dragon trampled most of the real eggs which the judges deducted points for. The closer and closer we get to Harry’s turn, the tenser Mia gets and the more excited the crowd gets. “And now, our final champion, Harry Potter, faces off with the Hungarian Horntail!” The announcer exclaims and the crowd is a mix of cheers and taunts for the unexpected fourth champion.

“A Hungarian Horntail?” Mia exclaims, her green eyes wide, “All Fleur got was a Welsh Green!”

“A dragon is a dragon, I’m not sure the type really matters, Mia,” Theo shrugs, craning to catch a glimpse of the oncoming dragon.

“It’s alright, he can handle it,” I say, squeezing her hand as the dragon is escorted out and chained to the center of the arena. The Horntail crouches low over the eggs, sulfurous yellow eyes darting around the geering crowd. Her body is black and her long tail spiked, as well as her head, which she thrashes around, leaving gashes in the ground with each pass. Looking at the fearsome dragon, I think I’d rather face any of the others as well.

The whistle blows and soon, Harry emerges from the champions’ tunnel. He looks very nervous and pale but his eyes are trained on the dragon across from him. Even from a distance he looks determined. Mia takes a deep breath and squeezes my hand so tightly her ring begins digging into my skin. Before Harry can raise his wand, the Horntail roars loudly and, slamming her tail on the dragon and sending shards of rock flying, sends a column of fire towards the tunnel. Harry manages to leap out of the way and scurries behind a large rock. Mia’s free hand flies to her face as she watches.

Once the Horntail has stopped assaulting the back of Harry’s hiding place, Harry slowly peaks around the rock and flicks his wand towards the castle, presumably summoning his broom. “C’mon, Haz,” Mia mutters as Harry stumbles back as the dragon brings her spiked bronze tail down in front of Harry, very narrowly missing him. Just then, Harry’s Firebolt rushes into the arena and towards Harry. “YES!” Mia yells, pumping her fist in excitement at their hard work paid off, and sitting forward in her seat looking like she's about to leap into he arena herself. Harry leaps onto his broom and takes off into the air until he’s out of range of the Horntail and then dives sharply. The dragon follows Harry and releases a jet of fire towards him, but Harry skillfully pulls out of the dive just in time. Unfortunately, the dragon’s tail sweeps up in the air and slices Harry’s shoulder, and the Gryffindors around me gasp and grimace but Harry continues to fly around the dragon, circling and diving.

Harry begins trying to get the dragon to fly, but she’s reluctant; too protective of her eggs that Harry desperately needs to get his hands on. Harry begins inching his way higher and higher, baiting the dragon. Suddenly, the Hungarian Horntail spreads her wings and begins flying up towards Harry but before she can get to him, Harry dives sharply, plummeting to the earth. Mia jumps up yelling encouragement as Harry speeds closer and closer to the egg. And his hands wrap around it, he soars up and away with it clutches tightly in his hands and we all jump up screaming, Mia the loudest of us all.

“He did it!” George and Fred cheer, clapping Mia on the back as we all celebrate.

“Our youngest champion is the quickest to get his egg! How fantastic!” The announcer shouts excitedly, clearly in awe of Harry’s flying.

“I’ve got to go find him!” Mia says, turning to me with a smile wider than I’ve seen on her face since Halloween.

“Congratulate him for me, princess,” I nod, kissing her forehead and she nods and pushes her way off through the crowd towards her brother. The rest of us wait in the stands until we see Harry emerge again, presumably from the Med Tent since his shoulder is now bandaged up, with Mia at his side to watch the scores from the judges. Hermione and Ron stand with the Potters as well.

“Looks like Ron’s finally managed to get his wand out of his ass,” Fred chuckles to George.

The judges, one by one, raise their wands and score Harry's performance out of 10. Harry ties for first place along with Victor Krum. Even from a distance, I can see the relief and pride radiating from Mia and right now, all that matters to me is maintaining that happiness forever.

a/n; this is so late im so sorry, life has been crazy lately so i havent had much time for writing but i promise im not abandoning this, it just might be a little longer between updates for a while so if you want to be added to the taglist lmk! thanks as always for reading and ily all

taglist; @purplegardenwhispers @somethingswiftandstyles @weasleyreidstyles @mayamonroem @girlbooklover555 @stxrsberkshire @abaker74 @helendeath

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #matteo riddle #hogwarts #hogwarts oc #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hp fanfic #hogwarts houses #wizarding world #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle imagines #mattheo riddle

16 notes · View notes

lunardeao3 · 27 days ago

Note

Hey I got really busy and only got to chapter 4 of part 2 I was wondering if it's ok to ask for a plot summary of what happened I'm sad but I understand completely why you deleted it

If your uncomfortable feel free to just ignore the ask

It took me a while to answer this question, I apologise for that, but I thought if I were to answer I should answer properly. Therefore, you'll find below this introduction a summary per chapter until the very last one that was updated.

Chapter 1: Draco meets with an estranged uncle Rabastan after he returns from Germany with his family. You discover in this chapter that he became the head of the Lestrange house despite having been disowned during the first war. This decision was motivated by Rodolphus’ passing so the name doesn’t disappear with him. His appearance leads to some world-building about how the magical education is in other countries. There’s also an interesting conversation with Astoria where they decide to get married but to never consume the wedding so they’ll remain free to love whoever they want to love (we learn that Astoria is in love with an older guy and Draco… Well.)

Chapter 2: His practice sessions with Bellatrix are getting shorter, he senses something is going on especially when she’s called elsewhere and leaves him alone for a while. A meeting happens at his place with Voldemort and death eaters where they decide to attack Harry before the transfer. Draco sneaks out the window and goes to find Remus at a pub where he knows he’ll find him. He tells him about the situation and together they make a plan to rescue Harry: it leads to the battle of the seven Potters.

Chapter 3: Chapter of the battle, Tonks’ husband dies and Draco uses dark magic for the first time to protect Mary, his teammate for the battle. This is basically just fighting

Chapter 4: They learn Sirius is meant to receive the kiss so Regulus takes the matter in his own hand and decide to let Sirius out of Azkaban by replacing him in his cell so he can find the evidence to prove himself innocent. We learn Sirius has a bond with death and is able to resurrect and see dead people. There’s also a cute scene with Drarry where they dance together under the stars

Chapter 5: Draco spends the night at Blaise’s and he lets him know as much as possible about the Hrocrux hunt – he tells him he has to leave for a while and lets him know as little as possible to protect him about what he’ll be actually doing. We also learn Blaise’s mother is doing everything she can to convince Blaise into taking the dark mark. When Draco arrives at his place, they’re fighting about it. Despite the climate, they manage to have one last nice evening together

Chapter 6: This is the wedding day and both Harry and Draco are using glamours to blend in the crowd. Draco meets with Leon and they fight. Leon puts the puzzle pieces together about what the cabinet he helped Draco to repair and he is mad MAD. He thinks Draco will ruin his cousin’s wedding and he wants him to leave. However, an actual death eater attack occurs and they’re forced to leave sooner than they intended to go on the Horcrux hunt. This is also the first time Draco sees Sirius in a while as he’s hiding under his brother’s features. He’s the one giving them the dagger which used to belong to the Black family and is said to be able to destroy the horcruxes

Chapter 7: They’re finally on the run and they have basically no leads. They don’t know where they’re going and they don’t know how to find the Horcruxes. They spend the night in an abandoned barn to escape dementors. Its owner’s body is only a few meters away from the barn, outside. They quickly organise themselves so someone keeps an eye out at night to keep them safe, someone go find food and someone works on finding leads. Soon after the beginning of the journey, Harry is hurt while looking for food and Draco’s healing skills come into use

Chapter 8: There’s a cute scene between Ron and Draco where they bond together. In this chapter, we learn that Regulus’ plan worked and Sirius is finally found innocent. Peter is arrested for the crimes he committed. In the newspaper, during an interview about Sirius’ late freedom, Regulus leaves a code for them to decipher. They get to work

Chapter 9: Draco’s grand-mother passes away and Draco is not dealing with it really well. He also finds out he’s not actually a Black like he always thought. Besides, it’s a full moon so he leaves them to find Remus so he wouldn’t spend it alone.

Chapter 10: He gets heavily injured during the full moon but keeps no memory of it. He doesn’t have access to the wolfsbane potion anymore so that’s why. While he’s spending time with the Marauders, he gets to ask about the code Regulus left for them. He gets his answers.

Chapter 11: Now he knows where to go to find the first Horcrux, he tries to go back to Harry, Ron and Hermione but an attack occurred while he was away and they had to move. He’s on his own from then and does everything he can to find them again. He follows the rumours he hears here and there and it leads him to a small town where someone is supposed to be able to get him the information he’s looking for. However, it turns out the man is a muggle werewolf who’s working for Greyback and he kills anyone trying to reach the resistant network. He almost kills Draco but that’s before Draco stabs him in the neck and kills him first. Then, half conscious, he apparates away

Chapter 12: Dean Thomas is the one to find him. They spend quite the time together for a while and Draco discovers Dean is trying to go to Wales to find the other resistants cause his sister was kidnapped by death eaters and his parents are dead. At night, they’re stalked by death eaters they try to shake off and manage to do just that by sleeping in a hole in the forest, hidden under a spell. Dean is like him, on the run, alone, but he wants to fight. So they spend a few steps of the journey together before they part again

Chapter 13: They finally part ways through port-keys. Draco warns him to be careful because some death eaters are pretending to be resistants to catch those who actually are to kill them. They bid each other farewell and then Draco apparates away. He’s going for the Horcrux because he thinks that even if Harry, Ron and Hermione are not on the lead, it’s still something he can do to help them. However, when he arrives at Pandora’s house where the horcrux is hidden, he ends on a battlefield and he finds Harry again. He’s confused because it hits him suddenly that Harry smells like a horcrux. He understands what it means

Chapter 14: While they’re gone to pick up resources in the wild, Draco and Hermione stubble upon a death eater scout who’s threatening their lives. Draco wants to kill him, Hermione convinces him otherwise. In the end, they only obliviate him but Hermione now knows how dark Draco has become

Chapter 15: Draco is the one wearing the necklace that day and he gets manipulated by it. He argues with Harry until Hermione steps in and takes it off from his neck. After that, they decide not to let him wear it so close to the full moon. In this chapter, Hermione and Draco have a conversation where Hermione admits she knows Harry is the last horcrux. They get closer after that

Chapter 16: The dagger doesn’t work to destroy the horcrux cause it was swapped at some point. They try to find another way to destroy them. Ron and Draco are the one leaving the camp to find food and during their trip together they get closer. Ron even asks if Draco has a crush on Hermione. It leads to a funny dialogue and then they encounter with Yaxley and Dolohov. Ron is hidden under Harry’s cloak and Draco plays the death eater role very well but still ends up having a fight with Yaxley

Chapter 17: Death eaters find them again after apparating away and another fight breaks out. Draco kills a death eater who was about to kill Harry and they run away afterwards. At night, Harry and Draco have a huge fight – one sided, more like Draco is fighting alone, and then Draco breaks down as the grief he feels about his grand-mother’s passing finally catches up on him

Chapter 18: They have no food left and there’s no animal for Ron’s to hunt or fish. Tensions are growing among them these days, mostly because of the impact of the Horcrux on their mind. The longer they have it, the harder it is not to get corrupted. Ron eventually breaks and empowered by the anger fuelled by the Horcrux, Draco and him end up in a big fight because Draco is meant to leave again for the full moon. Ron doesn’t know he’s a werewolf and he doesn’t think it’s fair, he even thinks it’s suspicious. Words are pronounced and wands are drawn out but both Hermione and Harry disarm them. Draco leaves the camp to find food to soothe his nerves and when he comes back, Ron is gone. He’s not returning

Chapter 19: Cute Drarry scene where Harry is freezing and so he sneaks in Draco’s bed to steal a bit of his natural warmth. It leads to a frontal conversation about their feelings for each other where Draco denies everything but Harry challenges him to say he doesn’t love him. He can’t say it and they both know the truth anyway but Draco doesn’t allow himself to love a man he knows will die. A few days pass and Harry keeps teasing him to get him to admit it but Draco remains stern about it. Then, Harry almost die again and Draco thinks it might be worse to refuse to love him while he can than losing him after loving him so much because in the end he loves him anyways. They finally kiss for real

Chapter 20: Regulus tells them he’s got a plan to retrieve the dagger and they should keep a low profile in the meantime. Following his advice, Harry brings them back to Wales where he used to spend his holidays with James and Remus. It used to be Remus and Sirius’ place during the first war but they don’t really go there anymore. It’s a wooden chalet and it’s perfect because soon it’ll be Christmas. It’s very domestic and they struggle to hide how much they love each other in front of Hermione after their first kiss (the first of many more)

Chapter 21: It’s Christmas. Hermione and Draco do everything they can to make sure Harry’s last christmas is perfect. However, they can’t help but feel sad the whole day though they show nothing. They act like everything is alright. They end this perfect day by making love at night

Chapter 22: Hermione knows. She knows exactly what’s going on with them and she also knows Draco is actually a werewolf. It makes everything much easier. However, it doesn’t take long before the dream shatters and the snatchers find them again. This time, despite their best effort, Draco is forced to return to the manor with them as a free man while Hermione and Harry are dragged along as prisoners. Draco refuses to speak, he doesn’t deny nor confirm whether Harry is Harry (like in canon, Hermione hexed him) and Hermione is tortured. Harry is saved by Kreacher who snatch the dagger when Bellatrix throws it at him. He retrieves it without being injured. Harry and Hermione leave safely but Bellatrix, Draco and his family get tortured when Voldemort finds out. Except the nightmare only starts then because Draco is locked in a cell with Greyback to make sure he doesn’t know more than he lets on about Harry’s plans and so he gets tortured with silver and other horrible things for a week. Thankfully, he discarded the memories of the run and he kept them safely away as soon as he returned to the manor, just like Regulus taught him, so he truly had nothing else to tell Greyback and he didn’t betray them.

Chapter 23: The torture was Draco’s last straw and he can’t take it anymore. Now, he’s blind in one eye, Greyback filled it with silver just like he promised he would, in Outsider. In the middle of the night, with Tonks and Bellatrix’ help, he runs away. Even his aunt thinks the manor isn’t safe for him anymore and he should leave. So he does. He tries to convince Narcissa to leave but again, she doesn’t agree to because she thinks she should be there with her husband and that she’d be a burden for him while he’s on the run. In this chapter, we also discover how Narcissa was adopted by Druella when she was, in fact, a Rosier. Oh by the way, Tonks was infiltrated in the manor since September under Yaxley’s son’s features while his son led the rebellion inside Hogwarts with Neville.

Chapter 24: Draco stays with Wolfstar and now he’s finally able to breathe, he doesn’t cope well. He can’t sleep and he’s sinking in his depression. Days blend in each other and he starts getting drunk to forget. It’s a mess. He feels like he failed everyone and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

Chapter 25: Charlie Weasley finds Aniko, Akos’ dragon, in a field and heal her. He takes her back to his place and takes care of her. After a meeting with the death eaters, Tonks gives birth to Teddy in the wild as she tried to leave the manor as fast as possible but failed to reach a shelter. Andromeda and Narcissa hold her hand through the process. In the meantime, we find out Harry was spotted in Hogsmeade. The Order prepares an attack to protect Harry as he’s getting closer to Hogwarts, his finale destination

Chapter 26,27,28,29, 30: these chapters cover the battle of Hogwarts. For obvious reasons, I won’t elaborate on everything but there are a lot of deaths: Leon dies, Blaise dies, Theodore dies, Tonks is killed by Bellatrix and Bellatrix and Narcissa flee the battlefield before the downfall of Voldemort. Greyback is killed by Remus too and Nagini turns on Voldemort by biting him in the neck. I never got to explain that part but Nagini is and has always been Harry’s snake since the beginning and she was the one giving the Order information from within when she could. Her loyalty always was Harry’s. Snape survives if you were wondering. Muggleborns and ‘blood-traitors’ were hang by the balcony of the Astronomy tower, their bodies facing the yard and put on display. Yaxley also dies killed by his son he tried to force into becoming a death eater. He killed him to protect Hermione who was about to be hang as well. Basically, these chapters are a massive blood baths, I couldn’t summarise them if I tried. So much happened and Regulus was the GOAT. Wait, scratch that. The Black BROTHERS were the GOATs during the battle. I mean, Sirius literally revived the Basilisk and rode it???? That was insane

Chapter 31: the battle is over, Voldemort is dead and world is healing. Andromeda commits suicide and abandons Teddy at Wolfstar’s place before doing so because she was drowning in her depression and she couldn’t take care of him properly. Lucius is in Azkaban and Wolfstar confront Draco about his drinking problem and the fact he’s self-harming and diving into his depression as he self-isolates a lot. He agrees to see a therapist however he gets violently arrested by the Aurors before the end of the day and he’s sent to Azkaban where he will be tried for the crimes he committed and for his alliance with the death eaters.

There you go. This is basically what happened in Outbreak. I had to sum it up roughly because the chapters were between 7k and 10k words so A LOT happened but I think this is telling you plenty about the big lines of the plot. This won’t be as satisfactory as reading it first-hand but this is all I have for you guys.

I’m currently cooking a fic for the MHA fandom (DabiHawks) so if that’s something you’re interested in, perhaps you should stick around. If not, I am grateful for the kind words and the support you guys gave me throughout the years. It was greatly appreciated. I’m really happy my work could bring you joy, tears and laughters. Take care of yourselves and happy pride month!

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #marauders era #wolfstar #regulus black #sirius black #dfo – universe #jegulus #harry potter #outbreak fic #drarry #drarry fic #draco x harry #harry x draco #drarry fanfic #draco malfoy

6 notes · View notes

mikeforest21 · 3 months ago

Text

Iz'Angel – The Rave Legend Behind Africa's New Electronic Music Revolution

When you think of the UK rave scene in the '90s and early 2000s, one name that echoes through the underground halls and bass-heavy dance floors is Iz’Angel. Known for his bold, boundary-breaking events and a near-mythical presence in London and Ibiza's nightlife, Iz’Angel is no stranger to changing the game. And now, he's doing it again—but this time, the revolution is African.

youtube

Welcome to African Jahva, the futuristic fusion genre redefining the global sound of electronic dance music.

From London Basements to Global Stages

Iz’Angel was born into the fire of the UK’s underground rave explosion. He was more than a DJ or promoter; he was a visionary architect of spaces where music, people, and culture collided. From Electrybe to Lazerdrome, Raw Club to the iconic London Astoria, Iz'Angel was behind some of the most unforgettable nights in rave history. His reputation earned him a passport to the global scene, especially the hedonistic heart of dance music—Ibiza.

In Ibiza, he curated wild nights at clubs like Es Paradis, Pacha, Space, and Privilege, pulling in thousands of partygoers. He even ran epic events at Kaos, now known as Eden, before founding one of the most legendary venues in East London: LOVE, a 24-hour rave club in Shoreditch.

LOVE was notorious for its gritty glamour and iconic after-parties like Trailer Trash and

Babushka by Pushca. Even after an infamous police raid shut it down, Iz'Angel relocated the movement to Hamburg's Reeperbahn, then eventually back to Ibiza and onward to Miami, keeping the rave fire alive across continents.

His revolutionary journey through the electronic music world was immortalized in the cult book "Rave Story", a must-read for anyone serious about the history of dance culture.

A New Chapter: African Jahva is the African RAVE SCENE!

Now, Iz’Angel has turned his energy and genius to the continent where rhythm was born.

African Jahva is his brainchild—a genre that fuses Afro House, techno, electronica, and

traditional African languages into one hypnotic, high-energy experience.

This isn’t just a sound. It’s a cultural awakening. African Jahva blends ancient African voices with futuristic beats, creating a genre that pays homage to the past while launching into the future. It embodies Afrofuturism, Pan-African pride, and a universal message of peacehttps://youtu.be/JIkasjddNaQ?si=ZzTv4Z-mhObvBEDC

youtube

Iz'Angel the Cultural Curator

Iz'Angel isn’t just remixing African music. He’s curating an entirely new global identity for it.

Songs in Akan, Amharic, Fula, Hausa, Igbo, Luganda, Mandinka, Swahili, Yoruba, and Zulu can be heard pulsing through his tracks. Each beat tells a story. Each language reclaims its power.

The genre has already taken off on platforms like TikTok and YouTube, with viral dance challenges and an ever-growing community of DJs and fans. Through African Jahva Radio, Iz'Angel is connecting 50 African DJs across 12 countries, each producing half-hour mixes featuring five African Jahva tracks. It's a sonic revolution sweeping the continent—and now the world.

Perfect Timing!

In a time when global music often overlooks Africa’s deeper cultural reservoirs, Iz’Angel is spotlighting them with flair, respect, and innovation. He’s not appropriating; he’s amplifying. And he’s doing it with the passion of someone who’s been part of music history from the start.

For anyone who lived through the golden age of UK raves, Iz’Angel is already a legend. For today’s generation discovering him through African Jahva, he's a revolutionary force blending two worlds into one unforgettable sound.

youtube

Join the Movement

Whether you’re a fan of electronic music, a lover of African culture, or someone looking to be part of the next big thing in global sound, Iz’Angel and African Jahva invite you to dance, connect, and transform.

Follow the movement. Subscribe to the YouTube channel. Feel the vibe.

Because the future of global dance music? It’s African. And it sounds like Jahva.

Subscribe now: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCoy9Gf98KkVEKBjRVpOSgYw

#AfricanJahva #IzAngel #UKRaveScene #IbizaNightlife #Afrofuturism

#afrobeats #new music #africanjahva #mental health #ethiopa #Youtube

2 notes · View notes

ormir · 1 year ago

Text

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯. // a flashback.

Featuring: Prince Orhan Gökhan. Location: The plains of Astoria, some twenty years ago. Trigger warnings: Gay yearning, suggestive themes.

"Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now I was housed by your warmth Thus transformed By your grounding and giving And darkening scorn"

The canvas tarp breathed in deep, languid pulls with the warm night breeze. Light danced at the end of a candle, giving the illusion that the red and gold tarp walls moved organically, reactively, like the cavern of some great organ. A silent womb. Only the sound of cloth and buckles disrupted it. Ormir was lifted from quiet sleep by the kiss of the light against his eyelids. A silhouette passed, obscuring the source, just as he realized how cold and spacious the cot felt around him. The world was still and black beyond the tent’s walls. Awake already? The Raven-Feeder’s naked chest arched on a full breath, and the deep stretch cured all his ails. The bloom of pollen had set off like a bomb after weeks of steady rain on the Astorian plains, and the Iskarans were only just recovering. Adding wet vision and congestion to the mucky pit fight that had been made of the battlefield resulted in quite the miserable cocktail. A few days of sun and silence had been bliss.

Lately the prince had been distant, absorbed in thought. Ormir had tried not to internalize the neglect he felt, nor to be disused as the sounding board he’d offered to be. He tasted how his obstination had soured into regret as he slept. When their antlers locked in a difference of opinion, as was inevitable, the natural progression was for the two men to plant themselves equally firm in their beliefs, stoking their own flames higher and hotter in contest, until the passion morphed into the harmonious, desperate roll of bodies that brought a little death to the argument. It was unlikely that they’d touch the subject again until Orhan broached it in daylight.

Ormir watched the backlit shape of him now, as he laced his trousers by candlelight. The gold cast distinguished the weight of his body through the sheer drape of his tunic, defining how his muscled form moved like sculpture. In his trance, Ormir was torn between inking the image into memory and disrupting it, to call Orhan back to him and illustrate an apology. But the conviction in the Prince’s movements told him that he’d already made up his mind.

“They won’t be expecting you until dawn, you know.” Ormir perforated the silence, the rasp of sleep and sex grating in his voice. Some water would soothe it, but he let it be.

“Yes.” Orhan’s silhouette responded without a hitch. He must have sensed his company waking, and must have already braced for questioning.

“And you’re aware that they still fully intend on undermining your plans?” The soldier retrod the ground they’d pulverized in argument the night before.

“Yes, I know.” Defeat rang in the noble’s words. Orhan sat and gathered his long, dark hair with a comb of his hands to pin it in a high knot. The practiced motion was fluid, and called attention to the thread of silver that was coming in at his temples.

The younger man groaned softly in protest, lifting onto his elbows so that the lithe lines of his body were visible. His eyes strained to find focus in the dim light. “So you’re comfortable with losing sleep to them?”

“I need my rationale to be perfect,” Orhan said matter-of-factly, as he was arranging parchments in order on the table’s surface. “If only so that I can put it to rest gracefully.”

Or you could just have them choke on it, Ormir bottled the thought, once again annoyed by the grace his counterpart commanded. He rose slowly, found his long, moth-eaten tunic among the scattered clothes and slipped it on. He poured water from Orhan’s carafe and drank it. Old sweat and grime was dried on his skin, and Ormir yearned for a bath. There was a standing offer for one, if he chose. The luxuries of the Prince’s life had largely been extended to him. Something always stopped him short of opting in, though. Unworthiness? Guilt? Jealousy? Or would it just make what they had together too real? It probably wouldn’t help to unearth it. Against his intentions, Ormir found that he’d gravitated to where Orhan sat, massaging the meat of his shoulder while the Prince laced his boots.

This life, his reputation, his choice of companion, would have been bile-inducing to the back-alley tradesman he was a year ago. He’d come from nothing, he’d rescued himself from the feral Skjaldwoods, bought his own blades for vanity’s sake and was catalyzed into a butcher and the prince’s personal lap dog. Perhaps he hadn’t had much choice in the matter.

“You should come.” Orhan spoke suddenly, in the cadence of an epiphany.

Ormir’s expression tightened. “I’m sorry?” The first instinct was to laugh, because he must’ve misheard.

“You should come, Ormir.” The Prince repeated. The words commanded from the diaphragm, in the confident, regal timbre Orhan used in reserve. The Raven-Feeder would be flustered by it if he hadn’t been so shocked. “Listen in, watch the moves in play. Deliver your stratagem straight from your mouth – you know I always botch the details anyway.” The prince’s voice softened, as did his eyes. “Sit at the table, beside me.” Squared, calloused fingertips brushed over the delicate skin of Ormir’s wrist, hot as a brand. “Or just stand in the corner as a fly on the wall if that’s too demanding for you.”

Breath was slippery and hard to hold in constant rhythm. The weight of expectancy was suddenly crushing with Orhan’s deep, trusting gaze trained on him, and Ormir was squirming to find a way out of it.

“You’re not thinking clearly,” He stammered, convincing his hand to pull from the caress. The Prince’s added diversions would not work on him, as he’d recently allowed them to. “I’m a conscript, I’m no strategist.”

“I am, and you are.”

“I can’t sit on your council.” He insisted. The power was attractive, of course it was. Rumors and embellished fantasies of the blademaster and The Raven-Feeder were already making the rounds through Iskaran campfires, and a wealth of penetrating glances lanced in him each time he’d leave the Prince’s tent. To feel the condensed heat of judgment within the closed circle of Orhan’s advisory, though, would be too much to bear.

“Why not? You’d be welcomed.”

“No, I’d be pitied.” Ormir’s voice raised and shook on the edge. “I have no more merit to weigh my opinions into Iskalrdik’s future than any other mongrel in this camp who can smell a storm approaching.”

A moment passed without words, just the steady exchange of wounded stares. Ormir pulled out of it first, casting his eyes into unfocused space above the Prince’s shoulder. He knew looking down meant seeing the crimson drip of Orhan’s trust coating his hands, wrung out by his cowardice.

“Do you think so little of me?” Orhan asked, decoding the subtle shifts in Ormir’s face. The Raven-Feeder was naked before him, a vivisected spread of wounds and resentments exposed to the open air. “I extend the offer as your liege, and a solid judge of talent where I see it. I would not make the mistake of inviting any ponce who warms by bed to pillow-talk about Iskaldrik’s war strategy, so you can rid yourself of that delusion. You would do good here.”

When he was met with silence, Orhan stood and gathered his materials from the table. Anger didn’t announce itself in his manner. That was saved for the cathartic surge of battle, or for their rituals at night. Ormir rode the wave of discomfort until Orhan closed the distance and kissed him, softly, in parting. The gesture burned with sincerity, and it took everything in Ormir not to be consumed by love for him. Even then, The Raven-Feeder knew he’d feel the man’s ghost for the rest of his life.

“Think about it.” The words breathed into his mouth. Then the warmth was gone, and the canvas door flapped shut and left him alone.

#(m. // orhan.)#(l. // astoria.)#( self para. )

9 notes · View notes

sandervansunshine · 2 years ago

Text

Fic stats game so many tag games oh my god

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Okiii thank you @nanneramma and @girl-with-goats and @allalrightagain

Most hits: Thank You For All Your Loving (31k) My Jegulus flufftober fic from last year, lots of silly little fluffy nonsense. I liked the brother chapters the best though, love me some cute sibling bonding

Second most kudos: My Glass Heart Shattered, You Bastards (2.9k) An goofy, overdramatic, cracky Wolfstar where Sirius finds out his wee brother and his beloved hooked up before he and Remus were ever together. And he's uh not super pleased haha

Third most comments: Omg this one's a tie!! The Magic of Love (1.9k) a flash fic featuring my favorite OC, my guy ROD, who manages the adult shop in which Lucius Malfoy works. It's basically the worst day of Lucius's life when Harry Potter strolls in one day looking for a snake toy Through the Middlegame (6.5k) A survival adventure fic featuring Peter Pettigrew and Astoria Greengrass as a pair of unlikely friends. I have become very very fond of this one <3

Fourth most bookmarks: Weapons of Massive Consumption (38.6k) My first kinda long thing, featuring Drarry, written for H/D Wireless! Sometimes kinda funny, sometimes quite sad, I really love these boys.

Fifth most words: Painting Away the Shadows of Your Soul and Mine (11k) I actually adore this one, it's a Nottpott I wrote for the HPFC Tarot fest! Eighth year Harry having a lil gay panic, featuring lots of paint. One of my favs!

Fic with least words: On the Nights He Can Look (642) Written for the loveliest art by @felixantares, features a cute little Jegulus scene.

Okay if you've already been tagged ignore me there are too many of these running around and I can't keep track haha but you're up: @luxuriousmalfoy @lilithphantasterei @venom0usbarbie

#tag game #hp fanfic #ao3 stats game

13 notes · View notes

plotandburn · 2 years ago

Text

Harry Potter Gets Adopted By

Rules:

No reader-inserts, self-inserts or unhappy endings are allowed.

spanking, watersports, extremely underage ships or parent/child incest are only allowed if portrayed on a negative light.

Peter Petigrew and Dolores Umbridge must be bashed

Dumbledore must be gay and atracted to Grindewalt and Grindewalt alone.

poor grammar is not allowed (you don't need a beta but at least use grammarly some form of grammar corrector)

You are not allowed to bash Severus Snape, Sirius Black,Draco Malfoy or Remus Lupin.

In the prompts set on Timmy's Era, Timmy himself can't be praired with: Tottie, Chloe Carmichael, Geraldine Waxelplax or His Parents.

Out of Timmy Turner's Peers, Only Trixie Tang is allowed to,should the writer chose, be a wixen,everyone else has to remain a muggle...and yes that includes Timmy himself.

Timmy's Secret Wish! is garbage and therefore should be compleatly ignored in each and every single prompt on this list. Same applies to the Grow Up Timmy Turner movies

Like a good portion of the fandom, i hate Sparky the dog so the writer of these prompts must pretend that Sparky never even existed to begin with and thus any epiosdes centered on him must be disconsidered entirely.

However episodes where he is featured as a side character can be included,just replace him with Poof

While Chloe Carmichael is allowed to exist and live in dimsdale she is not allowed to have fairies. On these prompts we are going under the rule that "Fairies only grant wishes to miserable people of the dominant species of Earth whose misery was caused by circunstances outside of their control. If the godchild for whatever reason becomes cheerful or the godkid says, "I'm happy and don't need my godparents anymore," the fairies will leave them and search for another miserable kid"...meaning that : No Chloe you can't get fairy odd parents because you stupidly chose to help a monster and that caused you misery for...like a day.

Hagrid can only be paired with Madame Maxine and no one else

Mad Eye Moody and Amelia Bones can't be paired with anyone

Minerva Mcgonagal can only be paired with Poppy Pomfrey or anyone on the staff that she never taugh herself.

Crabbe and Goyle can only be paired with Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass,Milicent, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, eachother or an Oc.

Cosmo/Wanda must be endgame.....Anti-Cosmo/AntiWanda however must NOT.

Da Rules must be followed.

New Rules that must be added later:

Rules 1 ("When a godkid reveals whose fairies theirs secretly are, they and any other witnesses shall have their memories wiped by Jorgen and his agents (who can sometimes make the godchild horribly disfigured) and their fairies and magical items they have come in contact will be taken away by Jorgen. However, if Jorgen doesn't find out, he can't take the godkid’s fairies away or if the witnesses understand how much the fairies means to the godchild then said child can keep them under conditions that the witnesses have their memories erased.") and 27 ("When you has reached the age of no longer needing a fairy or when they are completely grown-up personality-wise, they will have their mind erased of all memories involving their fairy/fairies, the fairy/fairies will leave either in the Fairy Cab or with Jorgen Von Strangle and everything magic will disappear forever.") do not aplly to wixens as the fairy's method of memory erasure is not effective against wixens and....even if it where every single wixen can see and hear fairies even when they are disguised.

Now...onto the prompts. These will be divided into "Timmy's Era", "There's no way this is not Crack", "In Between eras" and Tammy & Tommy's Era".

so....Lets Go:

so.....aparently fanon decided to name them Nataliya Turner & Daran Turner so if you ever want a name for them feel free to use those. Anyway, in this instance Harry would basically be Timmy's brother wich means that they would not only share parents but also fairy godparents and...you guessed Vicky! so while Mrs and Mr Turner would treat them with love on the few ocasions in wich they are present they would also be absent more often than not. Uh....this Harry could fit into basically any house and date anyone,much like Timmy so... the sky is the limt.

.like in the first prompt Harry would have to face Vicky...only now he would face her pretty much 24/7 only being free from her in the brief moments were she leaves to babysit/tourment other kids so....Cosmo & Wanda would not be his fairies,'cause they would belong to Timmy at this point but he should probably get someone else.....or not,choice is up to you. This harry would definetly be a griffyndor 'cause he would resent his parents for being so coward. Pretty sure he wouldn't favor readheads 'cause they would remind him of Vicky.

Harry would basically be Remmy's brother wich means he would share Juandissimo and the extreme emotional neglect so...he probably be starved for affection of any kind and cling to Remy and any friends that he makes. This Harry would probably be a huflepuff and as for ship...pretty much anyone besides Percy, Severitus and Hermione is ok.

This Harry would have everything he could ever ask for and a best friend for life in the form of his own sister Trixie who would use his status as a boy to make her dad buy a shit ton of boy stuff like comics wich they would then share, with Harry hiding everything in his room. Harry would be pretty happy overall but he would often wish that their dad never forced them to uphold the image of distant popular kids (and yeah...pretty sure it's their parents 'cause Trixie definetly dosen't pay the securty guard herself). He would be pretty sympathetic of Timmy and even act friendly towards him on ocassions where they do talk. This Harry would probably be either a Gryffindor or a Sytherin and i think he would be better suited for a slytherin due to his upbringing.

Harry would basically be Aj's brother, thus he would basically HAVE to be science Genious in order to fit in...or you could go a different route and have him be an art genious instead...but he'd have to be a genious of some kind. This Harry would probably fit in Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Recomended ships: Hermione, Percy, Neville or Luna

This Harry is Chester's brother and would probably bond with the Weasley's more than anyone else,due to their similar upbringing. I think it would be funny if... Despite being a Mcbadbat he was actually awesome at baseball. He would probably be Slytherin or a gryffindor. As for ships, the sky is the limt.

Ok so...they basically either raise Harry in the Anti-Fairy world to be their godson or turn him into an Anti-Fairy so that he can be their son by blood (choice is up to you). Regardless of your choice though, Harry would probably end up as a goth...and probably a bookworm due to Anti-Cosmo's influence. He would be much less of a goody goody, taking active joy in watching his parents (whom he would view as such regardless of your choice) cause bad luck on friday 13th.I'd imagine he would be more drawn towards Percy, Hermione, The Weasley Twins or any slytherin that is not Crabbe or Goyle and his house would be either slytherin or ravenclaw.

There's No Way that's not Crack:

Harry would be the og Cleft the Boy Chin Wonder but he would be SUPER tired of constantly fighting crime, thus would basically jump for joy whenever Timmy Turner takes his place with Cosmo and Wanda turning him into Timmy and sending him into the real world to fool Timmy's parents wich would become harder once he gets his Hogwarts letter at 11 and has to leave USA for several months . He would be unaware that he lives in a comic book untill Timmy mentions the comic's writer to his dad and one of their arch nemesis. This Harry would definetly be either a Huflepuff or a Ravenclaw and as for shipping....i think anyone who dosen't view him as an idol or a soldir.

This Harry would be SO embarassed of his dad....Like....for real....You think Chester Mcbadbat is embarassed of his dad? well that is nothing compared to what Harry James West fells. He wishes he could die everytime is dad does cat stuf in plublic and it forced him to basically grow up super fast in order to be his dad's owner (in a non sexual way ofc) meaning he is the one to give him food in a bowl and clean his shit from the sandbox. He basically hates his life so when the hogwarts letter comes he jumps for joy, trilled with the chance to get away but he does spend christmas with his dad 'cause he still misses him despite everything. Still he is as trilled as his canon self when presented with the oportunity to live with Sirius....speaking of Sirius, whoever picks this prompt must be a masterat writing comedy/humor cause They MUST provide me (and the other readers) with funny interactions between Wolfstar (together or not) and Catman/Adam West where the latter is irrationally frightened of the former two for being a dog animagus(Sirius) & a werewolf(Remus). This harry would definetly be a slytherin and would not date cat owners,cat people or cat animagus because he has had enough of cats in his life.

In Between Eras:

Ok so...the reason why this is "in between Eras" is because this prompt, like the one's that follow would happen in the movies timeline meaning it would be set in the 200's rather than in the 90's like Hp actually is. Harry would be a baby during the envents of Foop, only going to Hogwarts during Tammy & Tommy's era. being the son of who he is Harry James Skylark would have an amazing singing voice & dance skills wich would probably be what atracts his romatic interest to him. He would probably be Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw and as for shipping....i think anyone who dosen't view him as an idol for the get go.

Tammy and Tommy's Era:

this prompt in particular is what inspired this whole list and it was created based on the pixies last line on the following episode:

youtube

So in this pompt Harry is adopted by the pixies who raise him...pretty much the same way they raised Flappy Bob meaning Harry is...basically raised to be a brilliant executive who legit thinks desk job is fun. This Harry would probably be a Slytherin or Ravenclaw and....TBH out of everyone i think he would be most Drawn to the Weasley Twins, who would hate his parents instantly for how they raised him and show him new ways to have fun.

This would be the only instance where Harry would still go by his birth name for no reason other than the fact that, while he would very much view Cosmo & Wanda as his parents and they would with time view him as a son, he would still be raised at the Dursley's. Cosmo and Wanda would be assigned to him as soon as Albus Dumbledore leaves him on their doorstep and they would be the one's who actually provide Harry with the love and care that he needs. This Harry would be no different than canon Harry so...the sky is the limit on both houses and shipping.

#harry potter #plot bunny #harry potter gets adopted by #harry potter is raised by othes #pro severus snape #pro sirius black #pro snape #fairly oddparents #crack #Youtube

9 notes · View notes

soicysandwich · 2 years ago

Text

Kitchen Nightmares S8 Ep 01 - Bel Aire Diner Review

**SPOILERS**

Random Thoughts;

Peter lowkey reminds me of this one dude I sat behind in Spanish class my freshman year

Also can we talk about how the two brothers are basically the duo from Oceana (Moe and Rami) but reversed…

Main Review:

The sound effects present in the original American series, such as the waterphone, dramatic music, etc, have been toned down. Similarly, Ramsay himself has calmed down significantly. The revival so far reminds me of the UK version, which is a major plus

The first three quarters of the episode were paced well and had plenty of drama. However, the renovation segment and final dinner service were extraordinarily rushed

These owners (or at least, one of the main two) were likable. Kal seemed like he desperately wanted the business to succeed, even sacrificing time with his family to do so. Peter was extraordinarily lazy for the majority of the episode. Patty at first seemed ok, unfortunately, she was against some of the changes. This makes sense since Bel Aire reverted back to their old menu just days after Ramsay’s visit

If there is one part of Kitchen Nightmares that is universally enjoyed by fans, it would definitely be the kitchen investigation segment. This episode did not disappoint, with Ramsay venturing into, arguably, the worst storage unit alongside Dillons. There was cross-contamination, moldy produce, foamy, rancid chicken, and dirty dishes stacked atop each other. The equipment held so much oil that Ramsay himself declared the Diner a “Death Trap”

The restaurant, like many others, had disgusting, prepackaged, rancid food. One of Ramsay’s main criticisms was how large the menu was, containing more than 270 items. Unfortunately, the new menu did not reflect Astoria, nor resembled that of a Greek diner, as it only contained twenty items, some not even being diner staples (ex. Shrimp and Grits)

Events Pre/Post Episode

Bel Aire violated and failed several health inspections in the past. Reasons include mice, improper storage of food, and poor condition of restrooms. Furthermore, their grade is listed as “pending”, which is considered failing

The diner was featured on CBS Sunday morning where Bobby Flay visited and commented on Greek Diners

Bel Aire reverted to their original menu, however, they removed several items

Final Score: 8.5/10

Sources include the Kitchen Nightmares and Astoria subreddits, Reality TV Updates, and the CBS Sunday Morning video entitled “Greek Diners”

#review #kitchen nightmares #gordon ramsay #bel aire diner #new episode #restaurant #diner

5 notes · View notes

xbadnews · 1 year ago

Text

[ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist || @softersinned

he imagines what she will taste like. he's had plenty of humans, a handful of animals - whatever could spread the message he was trying to send. but this was not a message. it was an experiment, a question to be answered. could astoria's blood satisfy a vampire's spawn? just the thought of it… well, it was exhilarating.

he was only spawn, sired by sylas briarwood but she had become something beyond that. astoria had risen above. percy was sure she would never bleed again if she didn't want to & still, her skin was at his lips, his fangs set to her vein.

since meeting her, he's felt a gnawing need for her. it was something he would have liked to keep to himself if he thought it were feasible. this desperation threatened his reality, tearing him apart at the seams. it dared to be seen, it dared to be known.

( he wonders, briefly, if she likes this. a large part of him hopes she does. )

he's not sure when he sinks his fangs into her skin, but it is a moment that threatens to redefine him. her blood fills his mouth & he's sure he is someone new. where he had only ever known want, ( wanting freedom, wanting revenge, wanting astoria ) there is a brief, beautiful moment where he is free. he could swim in her forever.

he's only drawn from his daydreams of astoria by her hand. specifically, her fingers threading through his hair. the ever-present tension in the inventor's shoulders melts away, honestly. percy couldn't place what would possess her to be so gentle with him. ( it's hardly scientific. )

they were wretched creatures, defined by violence. yet, Percy is sure that astoria's touch is the closest thing to a peaceful death he will ever experience. it buries his anger, his terror, and his grief & puts it to rest. all that exists to him for a moment is honey-scented hair & sharp, metallic bliss that bleeds into his mouth, down his throat & into his core. he can barely force himself apart from her. he's sure he would be breathless if his lungs still worked. there is an intense haze that hangs over him, blood-drunk & unreal.

he doesn't think before he kisses her still-bleeding wrist. it's a lingering act of reverence, a silent thank you for the crimson that still dripped down his chin. he kisses her again & again, savoring the taste of her on his lips. ( the blood that stained the front of his shirt was a terrible waste. ) he's not sure when he sneaks his fingers in between hers, but it tethers him to his body & draws his gaze to meet hers.

" I'm sorry," this is a lie. he feels complete & it was an act of her curiosity. he wanted to keep her curious. he still holds onto her hand, otherwise limp against her touch. he turns his head against the palm of her unbloodied hand & presses a kiss on her palm, leaving a smear of red in its wake. it was lovely against her skin & so he does it twice. then a third time, for good measure.

" You must forgive me, " sarcasm mixes with the adrenaline in his veins & a wicked grin, dark with her gore splits his features, " I forget myself. "

#softersinned #v. briarwood #comment cards ( answered. )#shaking them around like the nemo girl #blood tw

3 notes · View notes

julias-junkyard · 4 months ago

Text

My favorite Albums

(In no particular order)

3OH!3 Night Sports

youtube

When this album came out, I was 15 and I LOVED it.

I listened to them when I was younger and was estatic to know they were still KILLING IT with their music.

This was the first video I saw for this album.

My top 3 songs are:

"Inside Boy"

"7-11"

"Hear me Now"

I saw them once at Warped Tour in 2018. They put on a good show! They didn't do enough from this album though!

Marianas Trench Astoria

youtube

And, just a year before, I found Marianas Trench for the first time.

THANK GOD I DID!

This was the first video I ever saw of their's, and it pulled me in.

My top 3 songs are:

"Burning Up"

"Dearly Departed"

"This Means War"

I have yet to see them. One day.

Honorable Mention

Ever After

This album is a close second.

Gorillaz Plastic Beach + Humanz

I couldn't choose just one!

youtube

I was 16 or 17 when I first watched a Gorillaz music video. Yea, I was late.

After I found them, my whole world changed.

I started taking a lot more pride in my art. The Gorillaz Amino was where I felt the best. The featured page might have seen my sketches up there once or twice<3.

Then I started cosplaying. 2D was my first cosplay EVER.

I went to a theater makeup course at CSN, L makeup (briefly), took some makeup effects classes, and was able to do makeup effects for a horror movie. I got to do makeup for Full Moon Features at some point too.

I even met some of my closest friends.

All thanks to Gorillaz.

I don't do makeup now. No, now I am finally doing what I always thought I was not good enough to do. Music.

They are still an inspiration for me. There'll be a tribute tattoo on me soon, for sure.

My top 3 songs on PLASTIC BEACH are:

"Superfast Jellyfish"

"To Binge"

"On Melancholy Hill"

Humanz was the album that dropped when I came on the scene.

I was blown away. The 360 videos, app, and website had me BUSY. I just really enjoyed the concept, the lyrics, everthing really.

My top 3 songs on HUMANZ are:

"Let Me Out"

"She's My Collar"

"Ascension"

They came to Life is Beautiful but I couldn't afford it. I know it's gonna be a blast when I do eventually get to see them.

Tyler Glenn Excommunication

youtube

A whole album about his experiences leaving the Mormon faith and being a gay man.

It is BRILLIANT.

Every song is fantastic!

He is also the singer of Neon Trees!

My top 3 songs are:

"Shameless"

"Waiting Around"

"Devil"

I was able to see him at my first First Friday event here in Vegas. Not only that, I met him! It was an honor.

Elvis

Okay, I am going to split this up into 3 categories.

(Clearly we know who the favorite is)

While He Was Still Alive : Moody Blue

Coincidentally, it was the last album he ever did.

He passed away 4 weeks after it was released.

youtube

It is really hard for me to pick a single album. Mostly because they are all so good. I think this one Is a staple because it was the last one he was physically a part of. (The rest of them are compilations, live shows, and studio takes)

My top 3 songs are:

"Way Down"

"Unchained Melody"

"Little Darlin"

Compilation: Walk a Mile In my Shoes: The Essential '70s Masters

My all time favorite Elvis era.

I love all of them, but this one takes the cake.

youtube

There is no way I can do a top 3. I'm giving you a top 10.

"Snowbird"

"My Boy"

"If You Talk In Your Sleep"

"Hurt"

"Patch It Up"

"Tiger Man(Jam)"

"A Big Hunk O' Love"

"Polk Salad Annie - Live"

"Just a Little Bit"

"Funny How Time Slips Away"

Movie Soundtrack: Roustabout

I listen to this one A LOT.

youtube

My top 3 songs are:

"Hard Knocks"

"Poison Ivy League"

"One Track Heart"

Elvis was quite literally the one to get me off my butt to make my music.

Before I got covid, I had a whole different singing voice. After, I couldn't even sing like I used to. I had convinced myself that I was never going to sing again because I thought I sounded bad.

Then, Elvis found me and I couldn't stop singing his songs. Only then did I realize that I hadn't lost my voice, I just had to work with it.

Since then, I have been going trough that journey, putting out music, and working on getting out of my head.

I also met some people who literally made me realize that I needed to put more energy into myself. So really, it has been a wild ride, but one I am not going to get off of any time soon, no matter what happens.

Honorable Mentions

South Of Sanity South of Sanity

(My dad's band when I was a kid.)

youtube

JULIA Honey, I Love Me Too Much

(Yes, my own.)

youtube

Style Cramps Blue Beam

youtube

1 note · View note