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Wow

"She was a devilish woman. The type that would bow her head only to rip your throat out with her bare teeth the following second. Watch out, you might not like her touch."

Memories of Talia Crane

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demig00ddess · 4 years ago

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How the Harry Potter Boys React to You Playing with Their Hair

BLAISE

• Smirks

• Lives for you touching his hair

• Cuddles you

• Falls asleep on top of you

CEDRIC

• Hugs you tightly

• Lays his head on your chest

• Falls asleep cuddling you

DRACO

• Smirks

• “Hello, darling.”

• Makes you hold him

• Holds your hand and falls asleep mumbling

FRED

• Looks at you

• Kisses you

• “So…what are you doing tonight?”

• Laughs

• “I’m joking, I’m joking.”

GEORGE

• Won’t stop smiling

• “I-I umm…”

• No words

• Looks at you like you’re the most precious thing ever

HARRY

• Confused

• “Oh, erm, what are you doing?”

• Uncomfortable

• Likes it after a bit

NEVILLE

• Blushes

• Likes it right away

• “You’re my sunflower.”

• Smiles

• Holds you

OLIVER

• Smiles

• “Y/N, you’re gonna make me late for practice.”

• Skips practice to cuddle you

• Falls asleep fast

RON

• Smiles

• Looks at you

• “I love you.”

• Hugs you

• Ends up falling asleep

TOM

• Smiles

• Blushes a lot

• Cuddles you

• Soft Tom 😌

• “You’re so beautiful.”

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demig00ddess · 4 years ago

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Happy(late) Halloween!

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(Btw thanks @scarletsarttrash for the idea!)

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demig00ddess · 4 years ago

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I’m sorry for the angst I gave you, please forgive me 🤙🏻

Finally.

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demig00ddess · 4 years ago

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the lesbians are bickering again

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October Writing Challenge - Day 27

The other half of my favourite disaster ship belongs to @kc-and-oc

The small camp in the middle of the Sahara lay shrouded in silence of the night.

The air was freezing cold, much colder than Eliot Gerard had expected; he had done his proper research before leaving for this new work assignment in Egypt, of course, and had known that the drop in temperature would be drastic.

But even so, when he held his hand over the oil lamp casting flickering shadows over his desk in the healers’ tent, the sting of the heat wasn’t unpleasant against his icy cold skin.

All of his new colleagues had already finished their work for the day and had either gone to their own tents, one of the many bonfires scattered around the camp, or to one of the Muggle bars in the next town; travelling on the back of a camel it would have taken them at least a day’s worth of a journey, but being able to Apparate, going back and forth in the blink of an eye wasn’t a problem at all.

Eliot, however, wasn’t ready to leave his workday behind just yet.

He had only arrived at the camp consisting of healers, scholars, and cursebreakers around this newfound set of tombs a few days ago, and it took him longer than he liked to admit to complete the required reports after each incident.

The cursebreakers had opened one of the tombs deeper into the burial site today, and there had been quite the traffic at the healers’ tent; Eliot was tired and the letters were already swimming in front of his eyes, but he dipped his quill back into the ink nonetheless.

If he was honest with himself, however, his fatigue wasn’t the only reason he found it hard to concentrate.

Eliot had been the last of the assigned healers to arrive at camp, so the teams had already been at work when his new boss had shown him around. He had been surprised to see Henry Lovecraft - a strange and introverted but nice enough chap Eliot knew from school - in the research tent.

As soon as he’d seen Henry’s tousled shock of hair and the bow tie he still wore everywhere, Eliot should have known, should have been prepared; after all, Henry had always been one to stick to the few close friends he’d had.

But when he had seen her walk out of the tombs and step into the glazing sunlight over the Egyptian desert, it had taken Eliot’s breath away.

Selene Fraser was still as beautiful as he remembered her, maybe even more so.

She wore her chocolate coloured hair longer now, bound into a messy, careless bun in the nape of her neck. She had given up the dresses and conventions she’d always loathed, and was dressed in breeches and a linen shirt she had tucked into the hem of her trousers; everything was coated in the yellow dust that seemed to settle on every available surface in this God forsaken pit of sand, but Eliot couldn’t have cared less.

To him, Selene was shining brighter than the relentlessly burning sun above their heads.

They hadn’t exactly parted on the best terms, even though it could have been worse; and still Eliot had felt a sudden flash of nerves at the prospect of talking to the girl - no, woman, he corrected himself - he had once loved more than anything, and now knew close to nothing about.

He had been spared a confrontation, however, as Selene and the rest of her team had headed straight to the provisions tent, paying the new guy being shown around no mind.

Now, several hours later, Eliot still wasn’t sure whether to be glad or disappointed by it.

He had just been putting his signature under one of the last of his reports, when he heard the flap of the medical tent being opened and someone step inside; a rush of cold air hit his neck and made him shiver.

Annoyed at his concentration being disturbed yet again, he made an indignant sound.

“I’m busy right now, if it’s no absolute emergency, please come back later.”

“I would,” the voice of a woman with a faint Scottish accent said wryly, “but I’m afraid I may not have the time for that.”

Eliot almost dropped his quill, goosebumps covering the backs of his arms at the sound. He turned around in his chair with an abrupt motion and looked at the dusty, tired and beautiful face of Selene.

Her features were tense and her breathing shallow, and Eliot only now saw with a jolt that she was clutching her arm, the white fabric of her shirt stained with blood.

Within a heartbeat he had left his desk and was by her side.

“What happened?” he asked her with a pressed voice. “How badly are you hurt?”

“There was something in the tomb which… was of interest to me,” Selene said hesitantly, not meeting his eyes. “I went alone to have a proper look at it in peace, but I must have triggered one of the traps.”

Selene knew she shouldn’t have gone back on her own, but she had wanted to get a proper look at the artefact before the greedy delegates of Gringotts would get their ignorant hands on it.

But she hadn’t paid proper attention when she had put the magical and non-magical traps out of action, and had been hit by one rogue slicing charm.

She winced as Eliot carefully drew her fingers away from the wound in her arm. He cut the sleeve of her shirt open and examined the gash in her arm with practised movements.

His brow furrowed and he absentmindedly ran his finger very lightly over the angry red skin around the wound; Selene’s breath hitched, partly from pain, and partly from the sensation of his fingers on her bare skin.

“Have you seen someone else already?” Eliot asked quietly while getting up to get his medical supplies. “Whoever did the first measures on your wound did a good job.”

“Thank you,” Selene said quietly, “I did that.”

She winced when Eliot cleaned her wound with a cotton pad he’d soaked with alcohol.

“Sorry, I know this hurts, but we have to clean it properly,” he said apologetically. “How did you slow the bleeding so quickly?”

“With some healing herbs I brought from home.”

He stopped his work and looked up at her in surprise. “How did you know which ones to use?”

Selene looked up from where his hand lay on her arm and looked directly at him; the expression in her green eyes was intense, but her voice was quiet when she spoke.

“You told me about them.”

Eliot’s movements froze and he dropped his eyes from her face; the awkward silence filling the tent was suddenly so loud Eliot thought he could hear it ringing in his ears.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably and rummaged through his supply storage of herbs and potions just to busy his hands.

They didn’t speak another word as Eliot bandaged Selene up. He was very focused on his work, Selene could tell by the way he was drawing his eyebrows together; it was a habit Eliot had always had, even back at school.

Sudden memories of them sitting together in the library for hours on end, just the two of them, flashed before her eyes and Selene made an effort to push them away.

She noticed that Eliot’s hand was still lying on her arm even though he was done patching her up, and she withdrew from his touch.

A shadow seemed to pass over his features, but then again, it might have been the flickering of the oil lamps.

“Selly…” Eliot said with a sigh, but Selene didn’t let him finish.

“Selene. Only my friends may call me Selly.”

“Am I not your friend?” he asked very quietly.

Selene hesitated, unsure of what to make of his defeated tone.

“You used to be.”

When Eliot didn’t answer, Selene straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath.

“What do you want of me, Eliot Gerard? Why did you have to come here, of all places in the world?”

Eliot shook his head. “I didn’t know you’d be here, it felt like being struck by lightning when I saw you leave that tomb earlier.”

“I know,” Selene said without looking at him.

Eliot raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You saw me? I didn’t think you had.”

“Of course I did. How could I not?”

The hint of a smile flickered over Selene’s face, but vanished as quickly as it had come.

“What do you want of me, Eliot?” she said again.

“How about we start with peace and see where it goes from there?” Eliot suggested with a small smile. “Leave what’s past in the past. This workplace is amazing, and a big opportunity for both of us, I imagine. I don’t want to ruin it by fighting with a colleague.”

The way he said ‘colleague’ sounded strange to Selene’s ears and she let it sit with her for a moment, tasting how it felt.

“I could live with being colleagues, I guess,” she said eventually, making Eliot exhale in relief.

“Alright then,” he said, sounding maybe a little too casual, “I’ve just arrived here and don’t know my way around. Where do you go for drinks?”

“Nowhere,” Selene said very guardedly, “the local drinks are awful.”

Eliot looked disappointed, so Selene pulled herself together and added “There’s a British bar in the next town, though, where they serve pretty decent Scotch.”

The corners of her mouth twitched. “It’s no Fraser, but beggars can’t be choosers, right?”

Mirroring her smile, Eliot offered her a hand to help her off the cot she was sitting on.

“How about going for a not-Fraser Scotch with a colleague then?”

Selene looked at his hand and hesitated, fighting with herself. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Because of the whiskey, or because of me?” Eliot said jokingly.

When he saw that Selene’s face was serious, he added more quietly “Don’t you trust me?”

After a long moment, Selene looked up and locked eyes with him, letting Eliot pull her to her feet. She could feel the reassuring pressure of his fingertips against her hand, his palm warm against hers.

“I trust you,” she said finally.

After all, what harm could there be in one drink, Selene thought to herself, as the two of them Disapparated with a sharp sound that echoed through the dark of the night.

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demig00ddess · 4 years ago

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HPHM INKTOBER 2021 - Day 27: Dragon

Charlie and Artemis assess Norbert

“See that bony bit on his front? That’s his keel - his breastbone. You shouldn’t be able to see that.”

“Why not?”

“Because, at this age, baby dragons should be in a space large enough for them to play with the others in the clutch. He should have built up some decent muscle over his sternum - chest - by now. Those are the muscles he’ll need to use his wings to fly.”

“Can they already fly at this age?” Artemis asked, looking up at Charlie with furrowed eyebrows. Charlie shrugged.

“Not properly, but they should be able to take off and hover above the ground for a bit. The thing is, without his mother or the clutch, or enough space, and not being fed decent food, this little guy is pretty far behind where he should be, development-wise,” he shook his head again. “I know Hagrid probably thought that he was doing the right thing, but honestly, poor Norbert is in a pretty bad shape.”

Learning to Fly - Chapter 2: Hovering

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October Writing Challenge - Day 22

The wonderful Bradford belongs to @kc-and-oc 💚

The murmur of the crowd on the other side of the door reached Carolyn’s ears as distinctly as if she was standing in the midst of those ghastly Quidditch stands back at school again.

Naturally, the guests waiting for them weren’t shouting, or hollering, or anything of the sort; they had picked the attendees of today’s event carefully, and they would no doubt be making polite and witty conversation, while they waited for the main star of the evening to arrive.

Caro knew this, and so did her husband. And still, although only their friends and connoisseurs of the fine arts were waiting for him to make his appearance, Brady’s face was ghostly white as he fiddled around with his tie.

Caro frowned and walked over to him, gently patting his hand away from the intricate knot. She smiled and smoothed out the silk before straightening the tie again.

“Stop it, you’ll ruin the look,” she told him off sternly, but her hand was gentle when she laid it on his cheek. The precious stones in the ring on her finger glistened in the light when Brady took it in his and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.

“I wouldn’t want to undo your work of art, of course,” he smiled and carefully brushed back a tiny curl of blonde hair that had fallen out of Caro's elaborate updo. He was still pale, but didn’t look as if he was being haunted anymore.

“You could never,” Caro smirked, “it’s too well put together. Today is not about my pieces of art, though, it’s about yours. Don’t worry, and pull yourself together. You worked hard on this and everything will work out just fine.”

Brady sighed deeply and turned away from her. He stood in front of a side table and started rearranging the giant bouquet one of their friends had sent with their congratulations on the opening of his new gallery. Brady had read the card but had forgotten who the flowers were from in his nervousness, but Caro would probably remember.

“I hope it will, but I’m scared it won’t,” he confessed when Caro laid a hand on his shoulder. “What if they find my pictures boring? Not innovative enough?”

“Then they don’t know what they’re talking about,” Caro said with a slight scrunch of her nose. “Your pictures are brilliant, and you know it. Stop with the false modesty, will you? You’ve always had the talent, and now you have the skill, too. And everyone out there has known your work since we were at school. They loved it then, why shouldn’t they love it now?”

“You’re right, of course,” Brady sighed. “I just really want the opening gala to be perfect.”

“And it will be. I’ve taken care of that, trust me.”

When Brady still didn’t seem to calm down, she tilted her head and searched his face. “There’s something else, isn’t it? Out with it.”

Brady dropped his gaze and bit his lip. “I just wish my parents could be here,” he mumbled eventually. “Seeing what I achieved, all on my own.”

“Your parents,” Caro echoed incredulously. “I do hope because you want to rub it into your father’s face, and not because you’ve lost your mind. I’m not sure there’s a potion for that.”

Brady laughed, the gloomy mood in the room dissipating instantly. “What else? Can you imagine the look on his face when he learns the Pendleton heir has opened a gallery, of all things?”

Even Caro had to chuckle at the thought. “As much as I don’t want him here, that’s a sight I’d like to see.”

The grandfather clock in the corner of the room struck the full hour, and Brady waited for the melodious chime to pass before turning towards the oaken double door. He laid his hand on the golden handle but still hesitated when the murmur behind them grew louder.

Stepping next to him, Caro took his hand and interlaced their fingers. She could hear Brady’s breath calm down once she was by his side.

“Together?” he whispered and Caro smiled.

“Together.”

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this is such a detailed and sweet description! I'm in awe of how you love this couple

22, 23 and 36 for Cereza and Talbott please 👌

22- What petty opinions do they not agree on?

Talbott is very petty in general as we see in canon, but he is very petty with divination which is something Cereza believes. So yeah, it isnt a big fight/argument but its more like them teasing eachother and being petty about it(they agreed to respect eachother opinion although Talbott being a little shit likes to tease Cereza about it)

23-Why did they choose each other?

Cereza always liked Talbott's personality, yeah he is kinda rude sometimes but inside that "cold" persona is a guy that cares for his friends and wants to be there for them in his own way. He helped her alot and was also very kind to her in his own way, when he took blame when Filtch found them in his room Cereza knew that Talbott was a good guy and a loyal friend. Slowly she started falling for him even more as she started to spend more time with him and know more about him. No only that but he was understanding and patient with her, he understood when she needed time for herself or when she didnt want to talk about he never pushed her to do something she didnt want to do he was there for her to listen and help her if she asked for his advice or a helping hand.

She also loves the little things about him that he shared with her and that she saw on him, she cant explain why every small thing she learned about him it made her fell even more for him.

Cereza also found Talbott's intelligence admiring. He almost always knew what to say or do and she has always found that amazing about him. It was also kinda atractive for her.

In short she knew she could trust him, she knew he wouldnt force her to do anything she didnt want to do and she also fell in love with his true self(aka the quiet nerd that secretly cares for everyone alot and watches over them)she also thought he was cute in his own weird way

As for Talbott it isnt a secret that he found Cereza atractive when he first saw her face and eyes without her hair covering it, but that of course wasnt enough for Talbott to be interested in Cereza romantically. What made him get interested in Cereza was her personality, her strength and how smart she could be.

Cereza always looked as this small and fragile girl but in reality she is one of the most strong duellist at hogwarts and could take anyone down it she wants, she is strong both physically and with magic. Yeah she is a little chubby but that doesnt mean she cant have strength in her arms(she can carry almost anyone in her arms, even if they are bigger than her)

Cereza can also be very smart on her own way, her inteligence and abilities with magical creatures and duelling never failed to amaze Talbott and he could listen her go on about these two things for hours.

Her personality was also something he admired alot, Cereza is a very kind, sweet, and understanding friend who was also very gentle in her own way, Talbott never understood how Cereza was always like this but as he spend more time with her he learned about this kinda chaotic, energetic and curious hufflepuff who he found amusing and started to like as well.

She is also respecful with his boundaries and never pushed him on limits, like to talk about something he didnt want or to do something he didnt want even when she was know for being curious she still respected his wish to not talk about things he didnt want to, sometimes she would just sit with him in silence if he didnt want to talk and she just be there for him which is something he appreciates alot.

He fell for her and he fell hard, she is his muse and he will always admire and love her.

36- Why should your readers root for them?

I thought about this question for a while and i have the answer thanks to a help of a friend who helped me express my words on english:

Cereza and Talbott helped better eachother and improved their lifes by being supportive,loving and understanding of one another. While I wont say that they cant live without eachother (which is not true and I lowkey hate that thrope) their companionship and love helped make things better in their lifes, not only that but they learned alot with eachother and opened their eyes for other perspectives of things they never thought about it.

Thanks to their relationship they started seeing their own flaws, what they can improve and what they can do to help eachother be better as well.

They learned and will learn alot while being together.

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