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[flusteredmoonn]

when emma falls in love; james potter

summary: "when emma falls in love, i know that boy will never be the same," in which she lights up his whole world, and everyone can tell, – the points in james' relationship where everyone can see he was utterly besotted.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble??, fast paced, implied gryffindor!reader, implied pre-existing relationship, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 700+

speak now tracklist. request.

their relationship had been fairly new. they hadn't even knew one another that long, and everyone was convinced that she was a distraction for the boy, away from his infatuation with lily evans. the relationship was destined to be short lived.

and so the girl didn't get her hopes up.

but she had been having a bad day, and she hadn't seen her boyfriend all day. nor, had she seen her friends, or anyone she could truly reach out to. the girl felt stuck, like she was trapped in a never ending cycle of classes and overcrowded hallways.

until the clocktower had chimed for lunch. she was able to make a swift exit from her current class, and dart toward the openness of the great hall. yes, there would be chatter and she would likely be equally as overwhelmed, but the space wasn't as constricting.

she had reached the hall, stepping through the threshold of the large oak doors. her shoes clicking across the flagstone as a particular group of gryffindors had watched her enter.

"uhm, james.." peter squeaked anxiously, gathering the bespectacled boy's attention rather effectively.

"yeah, pete," the boy brushed off, still picking at the food on his plate.

"is that, uhm, your girlfriend? by the door?" he asked, gesturing with his head in the vague direction of the entryway.

james might as well have given himself whiplash with the haste which the boy turned his head around, a goofy smile dancing on his lips. pushing himself away from the gryffindor table, he bound over to her, a spring in his step as he oozed with excitement.

as he approached, he could see the discontent on her face, his own mirroring her expression in an attempt to locate the cause.

"heya y/n," james excitedly exclaimed, opening his arms to her as he became at arms length. she jumped at the opportunity to hug the boy, resting almost her entire bodyweight on him.

"hey jamie," she mumbled into his shoulder, released an exasperated sigh as they continued their embrace. "are you alright?" he pulled his head away from her slightly, to examine her face, a mild look of annoyance still present on her features.

"yeah, today's just been a lot, sorry jamie," y/n used the nickname once more, which further instilled his worry toward her. he ushered her back to where his friends were situated, putting food on her plate and making sure she ate, deciding to try to unpack her feelings later in the day.

however, once staying in his presence over their lunch period, the girl felt herself relax. and his friends observed as the boy became equally relaxed upon seeing her calm.

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rain pattered rhythmically on the cobbled stone pathway as james and his friends began to make their way back to hogwarts castle from hogsmeade. his arm was slung over y/n's shoulders as they dodged the open air underneath the awnings. the boys laughed with one another, referencing several of their inside jokes.

the village was a ghost town, each of the people of hogsmeade were taking refuge in their houses as they waited out the rain. the only people who appeared to be out as the street lamps flicked on were themselves, and other students who had stayed out slightly too late.

the music shop stood across the road. string instruments charmed to softly play a melodic rhythm to match the sound of the rain. y/n began to sway as she walked through the village, matching the beat of the music she played.

stepping away from james, she grabbed his hands, and swung them in time with her swaying.

it didn't take long for james to understand that she was trying to dance to the music, and he removed himself from the conversation with his friends.

he pulled her out from the safety of the awning, and into the pattering of the rain. he moved his hands down to her waist, and clasped her hand with his other, swaying her gently in a slowed waltz. his friends noticed their sudden silence, sharing a laugh amongst themselves for a beat, before continuing their walk back to the castle.

the pair continued dancing with one another romantically, in the rain, the tempo of the charmed music changing to match their rhythm as their surroundings faded away and all he could see was her.

short one to get back into writing

[miamierre]

ANDDD piarles + 45 for the soulmatism 😘

45: Vampire and Hunter

Charles can smell him across the room. Or—he can smell what’s on him, anyway. There’s a scar from where his crucifix had burned him the last time that aches a little at the smell of the gold-plated iron: a perfect mark between his shoulderblades, deep enough that it’d actually left an indent in Charles’ skin he’d only noticed after, crawling into his coffin for the night. The scent of it had burned his nostrils the whole day through, but he’d paid it no mind.

No one fucks him like Pierre does, hunter or otherwise.

“Charles,” his voice calls, sounding strained from where he must be perched. “Are you here?”

“Yes,” Charles answers back immediately, and regrets it for a moment when he realizes just how desperate he sounds. His brothers keep telling him he has to cut Pierre off if he’s not going to feed on him, for a multitude of reasons Charles chooses to ignore, but it’s little moments of self-awareness like this that make him recall the warnings. It is unhealthy to be so attached to a human, Arthur had offered. Also, he is a hunter!

Two good points. Charles should not be so fond of a human, let alone a hunter of all things—he is a vampire, and has been a vampire for hundreds of years. There have been many beautiful human beings that have crossed his path, his bed.

None of them are like Pierre, though. Pierre, whose footsteps come stumbling forward unevenly, weight off-balance. The moonlight pouring through the window of the abandoned barn they always meet in is almost like a spotlight, the way it illuminates his forbidden lover from almost total darkness. For a fleeting second, Charles wishes he could see him in the sun.

“Charles,” Pierre says again. His voice has gotten softer with proximity, but is just as strained. A few more steps and Charles can tell that he’s drunk. Hence the stumbling. “Charles, my Charlo, my love—” he lurches forward and grabs hold of Charles, burrowing his face in the cold crook of his neck as he takes a shuddering breath.

“Pierrot,” Charles murmurs in reply, closing his arms around Pierre’s now-trembling body in an embrace he hopes can at least seem warm. “What has gotten into you? Are you okay?”

With a low groan, Pierre extracts himself from the embrace and instead presses his warm, alive hand to Charles’ cold, bloodless cheek. “My love,” he repeats, voice impossibly softer, “they know.”

“Who knows? What do they know?” But even asking the question feels ridiculous, because from the despair in Pierre’s voice, there’s only one answer. He hopes to whatever higher power that created his species that that isn’t true.

Pierre chokes on a broken little sound. “My brothers,” he whispers. “I don’t know how, Charles, but they—they know.” He takes another big, shaky breath. “About you and me.”

Charles has been running from vampire hunters for centuries. There is nothing he has not done to survive. He’s loved and he’s lost, he’s torn humans limb-from-limb, he’s sucked the life out of all things great and small. But here, in Pierre’s devastated arms, fear strikes him in his beatless heart for the very first time, like he’s being staked here and now. It’s not just any hunters that know of his existence. They are Pierre’s brothers. His brothers. Charles has brothers, and he’s been harboring a fantasy for too long that he’ll get to introduce them to Pierre someday: that maybe they’ll welcome him into the fold, that they’ll understand why Charles is in love with him and keeps him by his side, why he’s never once drank from him no matter how sweet he smells.

But that can never happen. It can never happen because his brothers are too old-fashioned to accept a human into their lives. It can never happen because Pierre is a hunter, and even though Charles knows he’d never kill a member of his family, the rest of his coven do not.

And now, it can never happen because Pierre Gasly’s family of vampire hunters now are aware of his existence, and for as boundlessly as he loves the man standing before him, he cannot extend that love to people who pose an unspeakable threat to his own family’s safety.

“Oh, Pierrot.” It’s all Charles can say. His brain will kick in, eventually: there will be a plan to turn him, even with his hunter blood, and there will be a plan to run away with him, and there may even be a plan to leave him behind the way he’s left so many other lovers through his life. But as Pierre collapses back into his arms, crushing his warm, blood-hot face against his ice-cold cheek, Charles can’t think of a thing right now but this: the thrum of Pierre’s pulse in his ears, the surprising strength of his human body, the memory of where they’d been only a few nights ago.

(Here. They’d been here, in this barn, buried in the old, dry hay as Pierre made the sweetest love to him that he’d felt in over two hundred years.)

“I am so sorry, mon ange,” he whispers defeatedly, hot tears spilling down his cheeks.

Charles swallows thickly. “I am too, my love. I am too.”

[yogenderthakur]

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[kats-kradle]

hi hello hiiii 🥰 so... you wrote ze besstttt works on bouc/poirot stuff on ao3 and i remember we KINDA discussed with you in the comments upcoming movie SO hence the question:

your thoughts on A Haunting in Venice 👀👀

also thanks once again for your amazing works!!! truly the blessing 🙏

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEkabsmabamsbsn thank you for your kind words😭😭😭💖💖💖

I think the movie has been out long enough that I don’t need to worry about spoilers but just in case SPOILERS FOR A HAUNTING IN VENICE FOLLOWING

Short answer: eh. It was okay.

Long answer: (and I am sorry for the almost 1,000 words of an essay this is. I am sorry).

It’s been a few months since I’ve seen it which I think will be a good indicator as to what stuck with me and what didn’t. I immensely enjoy the way that Kenneth Branagh plays Poirot, so I loved that ofc. I knew nothing about Agatha Christie until Murder on the Orient Express came out so he was my first Poirot and I’ll always have a special place for him in my heart. I do think he plays some aspects of the character better than David Suchet, but David Suchet is a far superior Poirot. Anyways.

I was pleased with the tone of it because it was advertised more as purely horror but Kenny boy toed the line between extra creepy mystery and horror very well. I was also very relieved that there weren’t quite as many flashing lights as in the trailer😂 And of course since it’s Kenneth Branagh, the cinematography was AMAZING. Lots of Dutch angles tho which was strange. I thought it was interesting how Kenny touched more on Poirot’s PTSD, and as an angst/whump lover, it was delicious. The music was amazing. The story… not so much. 

I think I’d have to watch it again to fully gather my thoughts on the story, but I went away with the impression that it moved too fast and was lacking a lot in certain areas. I didn’t see the twist coming at the end, but again, it was disappointing. Even my sister (who hasn’t read much Poirot) said that it didn’t seem very complex. And I love Kenneth Branagh but first and foremost Agatha is my girl. I have been known to reference her as my best friend at times. One of the things I enjoy most about Agatha Christie is that she puts like a minimum of 4 twists with the reveal, because she understood that once you reveal the killer, the story is over and most people will lose interest. And it tends to be underwhelming when the entire story has been building to a point that is over in three seconds. There were a few twists scattered through the movie, but ultimately if Kenny wanted to use a Christie book as source material, I think he should have stuck with her formula of hitting people with a bunch of twists at the end. 

I did like how he kept the supernatural aspect ambiguous. I would have been foaming at the mouth in rage if he tried to make ghosts a canon part of the HPCU (Hercule Poirot Cinematic Universe). I didn’t like Oliver at all in this, which is a shame because I love her in all the Poirot books she’s in. I can tell what parts Christie is venting about writing through her which is really entertaining to me. But the actress who played her in A Haunting in Venice was… irritating. She had a lot of exposition to deliver, and while the script was tipping on the edge of having the exposition be clunky, I think a better actress would have been able to salvage it. She was so wooden. It was irritating. 

For example, in Death on the Nile there’s this awkward introduction where Bouc is rattling off the names and motives of the wedding guests (which I have a problem with in itself. That movie is SO LONG and they introduce everyone in under 1 minute and then spend an hour getting to the murder part. Literally this clip is 53 seconds. Tom Bateman barely had time to breathe. Surely they could have introduced the characters in a better way with the HOUR of screen time they had before the murder). The scene is inherently clunky, and the writing is… not great. It sort of makes sense for Bouc to be telling Poirot who is who, but to give motives as well… not great. 

But even with the awkward dialogue, Tome Bateman delivers the lines so smoothly that you can almost look past the weird writing.

Speaking of my boy Bouc, I was very disappointed that he wasn’t mentioned at all in A Haunting in Venice. He was a vital part of the other two movies, and up until this point in the HPCU, he has been in every Poirot movie. It’s my opinion that if you 

1. Have a character appear in more than one movie 

2. Have established that character as a very good close friend of the main character, in fact, the only person the main character can trust 

3. You kill that character and show that his death had an impact on the main character 

You should mention it in the next movie. And especially since it’s implied that Poirot gave up detective work completely after Bouc’s death (probably even because of Bouc’s death) and this is the first murder case he’s been involved with since… I just think it was a missed opportunity to not even reference him in passing. And especially since the movie was playing into Poirot’s PTSD; surely this is a scenario that would at least make him briefly think of his close friend who he lost the last time he was in this situation.

I am approaching the movie from the point of view of a diehard Agatha Christie fan and someone who enjoys critiquing any movie I watch, so I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as I make it out to be.

All in all, I would rank the movies as: 

1. Murder in the Orient Express 

2. A Haunting in Venice 

3. Death on the Nile 

I have so many issues with Death on the Nile that pretty much anything is going to be better than that. I wrote a whole essay about it for my English class. 

Anyway if you made it this far congratulations😅😂😂 What were your thoughts about it?

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[neighborhood-newtina-reblogger]

Do JKR’s magical creatures undergo evolution? We know they can go extinct (e.g. Newt has the last mating pair of Graphorns), but how did they come to be?

What if muggle paleontologists in the HPCU regularly dig up fossilized magical creatures and think to themselves “damn the Cretaceous was WILD” and try to fit these creatures into some genealogical lineage? I mean, it totally happens in real paleontology that you discover something new and have no idea where it fits.

Could there be magipaleontologists whose job is to identify magical creatures in the fossil record, but it’s actually really difficult because damn, the Cretaceous WAS wild? Do they have to raid museums and obliviate all the researchers and patrons so that these fossils never existed to them? Would they even have to if muggles don’t even just suspect magic? Would they have their own natural history museums? Are there magipaleomicrobiologists who are trying to identify the very first magical lifeform?

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Newton Artemis Fido Scamander is the single best character in the entire HPCU ™ (Harry Potter Cinematic Universe) and that's the tea

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last christmas; remus lupin

summary: "i wrapped it up, with a note saying 'i love you' i meant it," in which after years and years of friendship, he's nervous to confess his feelings.

tags: (SFW), angst, attempted angst to fluff, implied pre-existed relationship, she/her pronouns, fem!reader, third person y/n

words: 850+

the holiday collection. request.

snow surrounded the potter's estate, the jukebox charmed to hum merry melodies as christmas decor was wrapped throughout the entire house. james had invited his friends around to his parent's house for christmas, a tradition started in the early years of their time at hogwarts, and had continued through to their adulthood. it was something that in spite of whatever loomed on the other side of the door had kept the group together.

sirius and james had been running around the house, boxes of decorations in hand as they put hung ornaments throughout the house. the sweet smell of eggnog and gingerbread lingered between the rooms as james' parents had busied themselves with cooking festive treats in the kitchen whilst remus and y/n decorated the main tree in the living room.

boxes were strewn around the room, various red, green, and gold spilling from them. she danced and swayed to the beat of the music, hanging ornaments methodically throughout the faux pine needles. digging through a box in the corner, remus glanced up for a moment, watching the way y/n found joy in the tradition, eager to make the potter estate feel cosy at christmas. a small smile had found it's way onto his face, the same way it had in first year when she made sure that she was included in the maraudic group's antics. she glanced over at him as if to show pride in her progress with the tree, reciprocating the smile already on his face.

"have you seen the garland with the little holly's on it?" he suddenly asked her, standing up fully.

"uh.." she hummed in thought, "have you tried to box over there?" she said after a while, pointing to a box closer to the fireplace. she herself moved over to it, crouching to sift through the contents of it. remus shook his head, before moving to a different box to look for the remaining garland for the entryway.

"aha" the girl exclaimed joyously after a while, excitedly pulling the holly garland out of the box she had been searching and showing it to remus. she walked over to him, handing it to the boy with a small "there you go"

"why thank you" he mused, moving away to string it up and complete the display as y/n put the star at very top of the tree. just as she did so, james and sirius had made their way down the stairs, laughing amongst them and carrying empty boxes as a receipt of their work.

as the night went on, euphemia and fleamont had finished their preparations for christmas day. the fire crackled as it was stoked, the potter's and their guests having fun into the night, perked up on the anticipation of the day to follow. eventually, the owls began to coo and the trees began to rustle, signalling that it was time for everyone to take themselves upstairs to get ready and into bed.

the six of them climbed the stairs, and manoeuvred through the corridor before forking off into different corridors or rooms until it was just remus and y/n left. a blanket of silence was wrapped around them as the moved through the house, until remus' door was in sight. he paused in front of it, hand hovering over the brass handle as he fought an internal battle. however, he soon moved rather quickly, muttering a quick 'wait here' before disappearing behind the door he had just been hesitating in front of.

after a beat, he reappeared from the void of darkness in his room, a colourfully wrapped box in his hand. "here you go," he rushed, holding the box out to y/n, "merry christmas," he smiled at her.

"oh, remus," she said quietly, "thank you," she moved to detach the card on top of the box, only to frantically told to open it once she gets to her room. with a nod and an awkward farewell, she turned on her heel and walked the rest of the way down the corridor to her bedroom.

pushing the door softly shut behind her, she leant against it, fingers making delicate work of opening the box. she revealed a necklace, with a singular pendant of a wolf on it. smiling, she clasped it on herself, bringing her hand to it as she read the card that had been attached. a smile was etched on her face as she realised he had written her a letter, in his signature scrawny writing, as he detailed the depth of his feelings for her.

determination in her step, she marched back down the corridor, softly knocking on remus' door. it swung open in front of her, and she wasted no time wrapping her arms around his shoulders. confused, yet relieved, he wrapped his arms around her waist, sighing in relief as the charmed jukebox hummed faintly in the background, the clock ticking over to midnight.

[miamierre]

piarles + tattoo :)

"you shouldn't draw on your hand with sharpie, you know," charles says as he plops into the seat besides pierre, "i heard it is poisonous."

pierre, to his credit, at least puts the pen down; it doesn't stop him from rolling his eyes, however, nor does it do a thing for what he's already drawn on the back of his hand, which he all but shoves in charles' face to show off his work. "i am practicing an idea i had," he insists, "and it will not poison me if i do it just this once."

he's right, charles figures--really, he hadn't actually heard much more about it than whatever his teacher had scolded one of his classmates with the other week, and pierre's design is cool: it looks like a black flame, one curl climbing up his knuckle for each finger, only partially filled-in.

"you look like ghost rider," he offers, poking at the black ink and smudging it a little, then grinning when pierre gently smacks his hand away before confessing in a whisper that yeah, that is who i took it from.

send me a ship and a word and i'll write you five sentences <3

[steppedoutofastory]

The Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them movies were written by Rita Skeeter and that's the tea.

[poonyo]

Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.