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bucky barnes, bob, and john walker + me. FOURSOME NOWWWW.

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i see you haven't drawn any foreteen yet... may i request something with the two of them?

pulling myself tooth and nail out of artblock with foreteen <3333. I actually really loved them together!! Thank you so much for requesting :)

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A little something I wrote

A little something I wrote based on Timeless by Taylor Swift for my Harry Potter DR! :)) I'm not the best writer, and I don't usually write this much

It was opening night of the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and Clay was walking down Diagon Alley. If it wasn’t for the shop being lit up in bright colours and many people filling it, Clay would’ve thought that it was all abandoned completely. It was a mess. After Ollivanders' kidnapping, everyone fled Diagon Alley, leaving all of their shops abandoned and left to rot. They eventually opened up again, but closed before nightfall. So at night, it looked abandoned and cold. 

Clay was walking down Diagon Alley, wanting to go see the shop after a couple of minutes, to not get swallowed up by the crowd of children. It was peaceful outside, not too cold or too hot. Just the perfect temperature. Clay stopped at a shop that was still open, and inside was an old lady working, it looked like an antique shop. 

On the counter was a cardboard box with a medium sized sign that said ‘photos: 20 knuts each’. It made Clay stop in his tracks and ask the old lady.

“May I take a look at those, Mrs?” And she nodded slightly, smiling at Clay and pushing the box towards him, then she continued to clean other artefacts.

Clay leaned over the box and pulled out a couple of photos. The first photo that he saw was one of a bride that wore a 30s muggle wedding dress. The second one he saw was one of two lovers laughing on a porch which, as Clay would guess, belonged to their first house together. It made Clay smile. It looked like real love.

It reminded Clay of something. Or rather, someone. Someone who was down Diagon Alley, up in that shop shouting at customers left and right, living out his dreams. Fred, someone who Clay thought to be the love of his life. Clay didn’t know how to explain it, but the photos reminded Clay of Fred so much, and how the two lovers acted in the second photo. Clay could see Fred and himself instead of the two lovers.

It made Clay think, how even if they were both on a crowded street in the 1940s, off to fight off in a war, that Fred would make his head turn anyway. Because no matter where or when they had met, Clay knew he would still be in love with Fred. And then he thought about the letters they would write to each other, how he would read, and reread them every single night, pray to any God that they would come home alright, and that they would’ve been fine. That even in a different life, Fred would’ve been his.

Then, another one caught his eyes. One of a teenage couple in a driveway and holding hands on the way to a dance. It made Clay smile as he turned to the back, where it wrote ‘1958’. This one reminded Clay of him and Fred the most. Mostly because they were both just teenagers when they met and fell in love with each other.

The photo reminded him of the very first time he saw Fred. The very first time they had met in their 4th year after being paired up as Potions partners. Clay’s heart melted at the thought of that day, the day he remembered so clearly, and held close to his heart. Clay felt like time stood still.

Clay looked around the small shop again, at all of these precious things that time forgot. Then it caught his eyes, a book covered in cobwebs. It was written in a beautiful cursive, shiny and golden font ‘Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare’. Clay knew that name, it was a book by one of the most famous English writers from the Renaissance. He had read many of his books before, ‘Romeo & Juliet’ included. 

Then again, Clay thought about how he can compare his and Fred’s relationship to the book. Romeo and Juliet fell in love just like he and Fred did, but hundreds of years before them. Clay then thought about what Romeo did, and how he would die for Fred in the same way Romeo would die for Juliet. Especially if Fred and Clay were in the 1500s in some kind of foreign land. And they were both forced to marry into respectable families and have children with their wives. He would run away with Fred and leave it all behind. Because Clay knew, he knew that no matter when they were born or where they were, Fred still would’ve been his, and their love would’ve been timeless no matter what.

Clay thought about it for a second, thinking of how time can do its work. How it breaks down your body, your soul and everything you’ve ever known and loved. He knew that you can’t let it touch your soul, because once it does, you forget every good moment of your youth.

The story for Clay and Fred started in a crowded Potions classroom, when the two were paired up to make a potion together, and so that Clay can keep Fred under control. It all started when Fred said ‘Hello’ to Clay, and he replied back with a shy and quiet ‘Hello’ as well. It was only a couple of years ago, four maximum. Both were in their fourth year, and now they’ve graduated from Hogwarts. Clay just knew that Fred was going to be his and that they’re going to be timeless. Even when they’re old and their hair is turning grey. Clay knew they’d have a cardboard box of photos of the life they’ve made over the years they’ve known each other, as friends and as lovers.