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“You have my whole heart.” (happy valentines day luna!!!! we love you!!!)

Luna smiled, a soft, secretive smile as she took the gift that Hurley had given her. She held it tenderly between her lightly callused finger tips, holding it with such care as if her very touch could shatter this moment into a million pieces. 

“You have mine as well,” he replied smile growing bigger as she continued, “I shall keep your heart within my own, there’s no such other place where it’d be protected.”

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I hadn’t drawn hp content since that whole debacle about you-know-who (who can f*ck herself) and I was actually quite uncomfortable with it, but- there are so many kind and lovely people in this fandom and I’ve still some requests in my askbox I (slowly) wanna do, so… Let’s start with some good old angst! @zaera-d who requested an interpretation of “Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss - Antonio Canova, 1793″, which is kind of tender, but I did Auror!partners and all the hurt :) also fits the prompt @big-draco-energy send me today, in reverse (which somehow kicked my drarry feels off again, after I did a fast sketch, so thank you!)

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draco goes to muggle bars to avoid being recognized

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spots to kiss.   since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option  ( 57 )  to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.

a kiss on the top of the head.

a kiss to hair.

a kiss on the forehead.

a kiss on the space between eyebrows.

a kiss on the temple.

a kiss on the cheek.

a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.

a kiss on the nose

a kiss on the ear.

a kiss on that space where jaw connects.

a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

a kiss on the cupid’s bow.

a kiss on the lips.

a kiss on the chin.

a kiss on the jawline.

a kiss on the back of the neck.

a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

a kiss on the throat.

a kiss on the side of the neck.

a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.

a kiss above the collarbone.

a kiss along the collarbone.

a kiss on the space between collarbones.

a kiss on the shoulder.

a kiss on the bicep.

a kiss on the forearm.

a kiss on the elbow.

a kiss on the outside of the wrist.

a kiss on the inside of the wrist.

a kiss on the back of the hand.

a kiss on the palm.

a kiss on a finger.  ( which one? )

a kiss on the side of the ribs.

a kiss on the shoulder blade.

a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

a kiss along the curve of the spine.

a kiss on the upper back.

a kiss on the lower back.

a kiss on the sternum.

a kiss on a pec / breast.

a kiss under the breast.

a kiss on where the sternum ends.

a kiss on the stomach.

a kiss on the navel.

a kiss on the hipbone.

a kiss on the ‘v’.

a kiss on the front of the thigh.

a kiss on the back of the thigh.

a kiss on the inner thigh.

a kiss on the knee.

a kiss on the calf.

a kiss on the ankle.

a kiss on the heel.

a kiss on the foot.

a kiss on a toe.

a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

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how they got the cat! They’ve also had it for a while. (it was also very afraid, but still tried to bite Harrys hand off with it’s tiny baby teeth, so-)

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i love characters who could get the absolute Shit kicked out of them and still be fine but as soon as someone touches/handles them gently it’s like “ah. im going to shatter to pieces now thanks”

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Someone needs some sleep starters

“Your eyebags have eyebags!”

“How long have you been awake?”

“I haven’t slept in a week.”

“Dude go to sleep”

“Is there a reason why you can’t sleep?”

“I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately.”

“Don’t you dare sing me a lullaby.”

“Sleep is for the weak.”

“Well you’re weak from lack of sleep so it’s time you sleep.”

“Please.. go to sleep.”

“Would it help if I lay down with you?”

“I’ve been up all night working on this…”

“Did you start having nightmares again? Is that why you haven’t been sleeping.”

“Don’t worry I slept for two hours.”

“That’s not enough sleep!”

“I’m tired…”

“Do you think… that pigeons have feelings..?”

“Shut up and go to sleep!”

“Can’t sleep either?”

“Sleep is something fake created by the government so I won’t be doing it.”

“I did get sleep! Like… a week ago.”

“_ has been keeping me awake.”

“I just want to get a good night’s sleep for once.”

“I don’t have time for sleeping.”

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Open Starter

His throat burned, bile rising in his throat, the letter he received from his mother laying on the floor in the boy’s bathroom. Gladion was filled with dread, the type of dread that threatened to drown him. He was feeling sick, acid on his tongue burning his throat. His hands shook as he gripped the toilet’s sides, tears trailing down his cheek as he sobbed.

The door to the stall he was left open in his hast to dispel his breakfast so anyone who walked in would see him in this state.

The contents of the letter were normal at first, that was until a line near the end.

“I’ve noticed you’ve taken an interest in a girl, Hermione Granger? Was it? I fell in love with your father in a similar fashion, I just hope you’re careful with her Gladion.”

To anyone else, it would look like a Mother making sure her son knew how to treat a woman. Gladion knew was it really meant, it was a warning, she would deal with Granger herself if she deemed his interactions with her too friendly. Couldn’t have her firstborn fraternizing with mudbloods after all. He may have not liked Granger and her bossy goody two-show ways but he’d never set his Mother upon even his worst enemy. The fear that a person could die all because he was to close was petrifying and he had no one else to turn too.

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ominous positivity

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touch-starved, or as i like to call it, my-dad-never-hugged-me syndrome

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after the cursed child the golden trio tries to be friends with draco except being a self-isolated widowed upper-class no friends depressed loner as turned him into a fucking weirdo. (also ginny was obviously the one to convince harry to talk to him in the first place she likes him)

inspired by @flor-e-ncia‘s tag on this post which had me DYING for some reason

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when edgar allan poe said “tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.” and when hozier said “i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave.”

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wtf disaster dad and angsty son boy

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Deep Blue Space 🌌 gifs made by me :)

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itswasteland​:

Neville was often self conscious about his body. Maybe if he’d only been given one thing to worry about–a chubby face but magical prowess, or a squib with the jaw structure of a male model–he wouldn’t have looked back on his childhood and winced. He wasn’t ashamed of who he was, not ashamed of his parents or the life he’d lived without them. Even when he had been most afraid, Neville had known who he was and what he believed in: standing up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been truly more terrifying than flying off to the Ministry and fighting death eaters, because at the time, they were some of the only people who were nice to him. Now, years later, he’d fought a war, grown comfortable with a wand in his hand. But he hadn’t lost any weight. 

For the first time, Neville didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment. The little pumpkin girl fit perfectly into the cushion of his shoulder, and her chubby little limbs eased into the softness of his chest. If he’d known all along that he could be a pillow for something so precious, so perfect, he never would have spent long nights dreaming of a six-pack abs and arms like Victor Krum. 

He let Harry do the talking, barely looking up long enough to nod and show the Headmistress he was listening. He’d never thought he’d be back in a Transfiguration class–he hadn’t passed his OWLS in the subject, after all, but everything was different now. This wasn’t Hogwarts as they knew it: it was a hodgepodge of lessons, things that would help them in the real world–and a sort of strange reward for defeating the death eaters at seventeen all rolled into one. So when McGonnagal praised them on a job well done–and not an easy one either–Neville absolutely beamed. 

“Hear that?” he whispered to the pumpkin baby, rocking her a little in his arms. There was a lullaby his grandmother used to sing him, one she said his mother invented for him, but Neville couldn’t imagine singing it here in this crowded classroom. Not with Draco seated a few desks away, anyway. “We’re going to be really good parents for you.” He looked over at Harry, already opening his mouth to say that ‘Lily’ was fine when Harry left it up to him. He meant to say ‘whatever you like’ or ‘it’s up to you’ but instead, one name came spilling out: “How about Alice?”

“I mean, we don’t have to,” he added quickly. “Whatever you want to name her is okay with me.” But as he looked down at the tiny baby, the name had already stuck in his head. He never got much chance to talk about his parents; their sacrifice wasn’t posted in the papers like Harry’s parents–not that he envied him for that; it seemed more trouble than it was worth. Neville might not speak of her often, but he loved his mother, and his wall at home lined with gum wrappers (a sarcastic, joking suggestion of his grandmother’s that he’d taken seriously) was what little reminder he had of her when he wasn’t in St. Mungo’s to visit. “As long as she’s happy,” he added, then blushed scarlet. 

“I know she’s a pumpkin,” he said quickly. But it was already harder and harder to remember that. She really looked so much like a baby. “But…well I don’t think we can treat her like a pumpkin now, can we? She’s a baby.”

"I think Alice is perfect," his eyes softened in understanding. It was something that he had thought about himself, offhandedly even as a teenager. A family of his own, what would that look like, what would their names be? Everything that came to mind was of course the names of his parents, then of his godfather and Uncle Remus. He had more boy names saved up inside his head than girl names...

“If we treated her like a pumpkin I’m positive that we’d get a T and Mcgonagall’s ire which I rather avoid,” Harry joked staring at the little girl- little Alice cuddle up against Neville's chest. It made his heart constrict, seeing something so small within Nev’s arms. He wondered, did he look just like this when he was a baby? He had a lot of pictures in the photo album of his parents as teenagers but not many of them after, and especially not many of himself as a baby. From what he was told most of them had been destroyed or picked up by scavengers after the wreckage. So many things from his home had been stolen that night, and sold off to other magicals, dresses that people claimed as his mothers, his father's extra pair of glasses- anything and everything. By the time that order came about, most everything in his house was gone, a shell, and now it was just used as a memorial for his parents.  

"I wouldn't want to anyway," he said in a hushed tone of voice. She was far too human-like to do that too. He couldn't see himself nor Neville just setting her in a basket and leaving her to sit hours on end. It made his stomach twist in knots at the thought. Is that what his aunt and uncle did? Lock his baby self up under the cupboard under the stairs and never let him out? He doesn't remember ever sleeping anywhere else really.

Harry sat the diaper bag up on the desk, pulling out one of the many diapers that were within it. "Here, we better put one on her," he said, having set the diaper near Neville while he pulled out a red onesie with lions all over it. The sight shocked him for a second, not having expected the personalization. 'At least not to this extent,' he thought silently to himself, tilting the bag to the side to see- 'oh wait never mind there are other house themed onesies in here too.' "And some clothes too before she catches a chill." Zipping the bag up, he started unbuttoning the onesie, only startled out of his work at the sound of a high pitch wail.

Turning his head to where he heard the sound he found that Malfoy and Hermione were the second ones to get the spell right. (no surprise there) At the moment the blond child was sitting up in their basket, eyes screwed up, as tears trailed down their chubby cheeks. Both Hermione and Malfoy appeared out of their depth, blinking owlishly over the frizzy hair of the crying baby. It was almost painful to watch them look so clueless, both of them reaching out as if to hold the baby, only to flinch back as the wailing grew louder.

"Now I feel even sorrier for Hermione. She's never really been the best with kids, and Malfoy doesn't seem to know what he's doing either...." It made him wonder what they must have done to make their baby start crying right off the bat, unlike Alice who seemed more than content.