#sassy pub owner

[kittywriites]

nah but i want a bill h*der muse. 

[mrgaretcarter]

TL finale wishes/hopes/dreams

Ted and Keeley have a proper conversation

Return of the Believe sign in some form

Resolution to Biscuits With the Boss

Pub guys and/or Mae get to watch the last match at the dog track

Ted and Rebecca have a good conversation about what they mean to each other

Ted and Rebecca hug

Rupert getting kicked out of the owners box/reference to the darts bet

Bex and Rebecca scene

Keeley finally gets to do the talking when it comes to Roy

The teams reactions to Ted leaving

Scenes around Richmond to get the locals reactions to the game and/victory especially Shannon and wanker guy

Sassy, Nora, Deborah, Julie, Phoebe and Sharon having at least a little cameo each

Rebecca shouting out the window one last time

Some resolution to Beard and Jane

Keeley ends the show in a good place professionally

Final Diamond Dogs meeting with full formation: ted, beard, higgins, nate, trent aaaand roy finally agrees to be part of it and howls with them

We find out things about Trent’s book, what’s the angle, the title, maybe a voiceover, something

I’ll probably think of more in the remaining SIX FREAKING HOURS we still have to go

[drarryspecificrecs]

H/D Career Fair 2022 : (fics only)

@hd-fan-fair || official masterpost || AO3 || ∑ = 35 works (art, fic, podfic) The Mods : @phoenix-acid & @sassy-cissa Banner © :

@pygmy-puffy (official banner)

@chamomileteafuel's Qui Vivra Verra

@beanomatica's once more, with feeling

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The Beau-tea Of It All by @poison-literature [T, 7k] (food) Loose leaf tea | (travel) Worldwide

The Best Cup Noodle by @deliciousblizzardshark [T, 4k] (food) Cup noodles | (travel) Attending an American university

Both Feet in the Grape by Enchanted_Jae [T, 1k] (food) Wine grape-stomping | (travel) Italian countryside vineyard

Chicken Parmi and a Lager by @captateur [T, 3k] (food) Chef/Pub Owner!Harry & Draco | (travel) Australia

Chocolate Cocks and How to Make Them by @drarryruinedme7 [E, 9k] (food) Edible sex toys, chocolate factory owner!Draco | (travel) Switzerland

Contentious Confections by tigersilver [M, 17k] (food) Bertie Bott’s every flavour beans | (travel) Worldwide

The Final Frontier by @themightyflynn08 [T, 3k] (food) Cooking in space | (travel) Space

Hope's Only Promise by @bluesyquill [E, 86k] (food) Oranges/mangoes/papaya | (travel) Cuba

Hunc Draco Dormiens Amat Titillari by @lalalaartje [M, 15k] (food) Chocolatier!Draco | (travel) Belgium

I Want Your Heart To Be For Me by @thebooktopus [E, 4k] (food) Picnic | (travel) Paris, France

it is not a house by @brightluminae [E, 43k] (food) People eating house | (travel) Arctic

The Least Expected by momatu [G, 17k] (food) Chef!Draco | (travel) Mallorca, Spain

on your heart by @maziktheli [T, 9k] (food) Palestinian | (travel) Palestinian restaurant

Peerless by dysonrules [T, 14k] (food) Catching food to survive | (travel) South Pacific desert island

Preserving Lemons by @saintgarbanzo [E, 17k] --- ART by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (food) Palestinian, chef!Harry | (travel) Italy & Palestine

Qui Vivra Verra by @chamomileteafuel [E, 22k] (food) Café waiter!Draco | (travel) Paris, tourist!Harry

That Time I Was Possessed By a Norse God by @drwhoisginnyholmes [E, 8k] (food) Hunger for the unknown | (travel) Nordic countries

The Thief and the Throne (Fallen Kingdom) by @gnarf [M, 26k] (food) Food thief!Harry | (travel) Fairytale AU, Nordic countries

This is not a love song by @enjale [G, 12k] (food) Food empath!Harry | (travel) Horchata

Through Worlds by @rainbees [M, 42k] (food) Restaurant meet cutes, discovering new dishes | (travel) Japan

True Love is Priceless, Finding True Love is Expensive by @meloflavor [T, 4k] (food) Japanese (uni don/mochi) | (travel) Blind date dining experience

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✔ other fests in 2022 ✔ fests in other years ✔ H/D Fan Fair : Career Fair 2021 | Sex Fair 2020 | Fan Fair 2019 | Food Fair 2018 | Career Fair 2017 | Pet Fair 2016 | Pottermore Fair 2015 | Career Fair 2014 | Book Fair 2013 | Career Fair 2012 | Travel Fair 2010 | Career Fair 2009

[moralesirl]

”DELUSIONS?!”

SOAP + KYO + GHOST !

“soap stop bullying me!” + “no can do, dollface.” + “leave him alone, johnny.”

2 golden retrievers + a black cat, 2 soldiers + one medic, “ur gay si” + “ur gayer ky” + “boys, i’m the gayest”, pup + two owners, “LETS WATCH BARBIE!” + “FUCK YEAH LETS DO IT!” + “that’s a girl movie”, loves touch + touch starved + hates touch, movie dates, “bruh we’re all gay for each other?”, mfs who get injured on purpose just to see their medic boyfriend.

KYO + HOBIE !

“i’ll kill you” + “no you won’t” / “kiss?” + “not with that dirty mouth.”

civilian + hero, met at the pub, “he’s cute..” + “why is that weirdo staring at me”, first date anxiety, dinner at a restaurant, “..so you a criminal or something?” + “no but i punch facists” + “kiss me now”, bf who loves going outside + bf who hates the outside, “what are you supposed to be for halloween?” + “a corrupt politician”, bf who gets used as a hostage + bf who is tired of everyone stealing his bf, “miguel kinda fine..” + “you mean that ugly ass mf who tried to kill my homeboy miles?”, tea hater + tea drinker, “can i play your guit-“ + “no.”

MARC + KYO !

“khonshu can kiss my ass” + “ohh! me next!”

grumpy merc bf + preppy barista boyfriend, “that is a fine ass barista” + “is he checking me out?”, black coffee bf + pink drink bf, first date at the park, “so.. cmere often?” + “no ‘m usually in my room rotting away”, bf who hates touch + bf who needs touch at every second, steven gets all nervous around him, marc n steven fight a lot over this, “he’s mine!” + “you’re just an altar!” + “i love you both-“, bf who can’t sleep due to trauma + bf who can’t sleep due to insomnia, bf who can’t cook + bf who loves baking, “what do bees make marc?!” + “honey?” + “yes dear?” + “you’re stupid.”

GAZ + KYO !

“i love you.” + “i love me too.”

both golden retrievers, sergeant + rookie, slight age gap, “you’re cute.” + “i’d be cuter with more money”, bf who kisses his bf to taste his lipgloss + bf who complains over his ruined makeup, bf who loves salty stuff + bf who loves sugar stuff, first date at the movie theatre, horror movie bf + romance movie bf, bf who loves gore scenes + bf who screams at gore scenes, “that’s totally false! i’ve shot a man before n’ that’s not how the wound should look!” + “KYLE WHAT THE FUCK??”, bf who comforts his scaredy cat bf + scaredy cat bf, “live laugh love captain price” + “captain price reminds me of my daddy issues”, “i love men” + “ew wtf stay away”, bf who is a victim of the sassy men apocalypse + sassy boyfriend, “babe i said ‘m sorry for eating the last slice of cake!” + “don’t talk to me, i don’t know you, ‘m finding a new boyfriend.”

‘ll write more later ‘m just gonna post this and add more when i get more ideas. also shoutout to @angelsinmystomach for letting me use their idea :333

[rabbit-trolls]

>A short pub owner with a sassy attitude behind that cute exterior.

>Reblog with 1 fantroll and she will judge them.

[magicaemaxima]

MUSE LIST

Maggie "Ma" Costa - ( Mother, Gyptian, protector ) His Dark Materials / fc Anne Marie Duff

Mary Malone - ( Scientist, doctor, ex-nun ) His Dark Materials / fc Simone Kirby

Adele Starminster - ( Journalist, social butterfly, writer ) His Dark Materials / fc Georgina Cambell

Zelda Spellman - ( Headmistress, aunt, witch ) Chilling Adventures of Sabrina / fc Miranda Otto

Zelda Spellman - ( Scientist, aunt, witch ) Sabrina the Teenage Witch / fc Gillian Anderson

Dr. Sharon Fieldstone - ( Therapist, loner, friend ) Ted Lasso / Sarah Niles

Keeley Jones - ( CEO, ex-model, the best hypewoman ) Ted Lasso / Juno Temple

Florence "Flo" "Sassy" Collins - ( Child psychologist, mother, ride-or-die friend ) Ted Lasso / fc Ellie Taylor

Mae Green - ( Pub owner, hardcore Richmond fan, everyone's mom ) Ted Lasso / fc Anette Badland

Nora Collins - ( teenager, daughter, lil badass ) Ted Lasso / fc Kiki May

Phoebe Sullivan - ( child, football player, you owe her a pound if you swear ) Ted Lasso / fc Elodie Blomfield

Mathilde Bond Swann - ( Spy, assassin, daughter ) James Bond / fc Lara Pulver

Bree Van de Kamp - ( Mother, celebrity chef, ride-or-die friend ) Desperate Housewives / fc Marcia Cross / alt fc Amy Adams

Semira - ( Vampire, coven leader, warrior ) Underworld / fc Lara Pulver

Catherine MacDiarmid - ( Mother, surgeon, ride-or-die friend )Maternal / fc Lara Pulver

Olivia Nevrakis - ( Duchess, soldier, bitch ) The Royal Romance / fc Amy Adams

Riley Brooks - ( Queen, mother, commoner ) The Royal Romance / fc Kaya Scodelario

Queen Amalas de Leon - ( Queen, spy, ally ) The Royal Heir / fc Salma Hayek

Elaine Thorne - ( Divorce lawyer, dominatrix, millionaire ) Surrender / fc Lara Pulver

Emily Charlton ( Fashionista, assistant, snarky ) The Devil Wears Prada / fc Emily Blunt

Andrea "Andy" Sachs ( Down-to earth, assistant, writer ) The Devil Wears Prada / fc Anne Hathaway

Alcina Shepard ( Spacer, commander, healthy combination of renegade/paragon ) Mass Effect / fc Emily Blunt

[limonium-anemos]

5k and under fic appreciation rec list (15)

✨ read, kudos, comment, bookmark and enjoy!

✨ please heed the tags and rating!

✨ tracking tag: #under 5k list

Fireside Cuddles by Earth_Phoenix

536 words, general audiences, established relationship, fluff

Summary: Tom has a cold. Harry is amused. Poor Lucius.

Tower of Thorns by stapling_pages (WIP, 2016)

535 words, teen and up audiences, fantasy au, crack taken seriously, humor

Summary: Tom Marvolo Riddle is an Evil Overlord trapped in a tower surround by unicorns and butterflies, and he hates every minute of it. Harry Potter is a naive Prince on a quest to save his Kingdom (and not go mad with boredom). This is their story.

Don't Clown Around (or clowns are not sexy) by qualamity

569 words, teen and up audiences, clowns, implied child abuse, established relationship

Summary: Harry wants to try sex. Tom tries to help. It doesn't go as planned.

coming down, down, down by wynnebat

545 words, teen and up audiences, same age au, unhappy ending

Summary: "If I go on one date with you, will you leave me alone?"

"On Gryffindor's honor."

Closing Time At The Snake Pit by Earth_Phoenix

590 words, explicit, creator chose not to use archive warnings, pub owner!tom

Summary: Harry pays off a debt.

hazy and we see by of_wilderness (WIP, 2018)

609 words, teen and up audiences, crack, fae!harry

Summary: Harry lived right next door to whom he considered the strangest neighbour. Tom: a handsome and self-centered young man who liked to carry out satanic rituals in the dead of the night.

But there was a strong contender… a scatterbrained, stubborn, sassy pretty boy who slept in mid-air and owned a shapeshifting cat. At least, that’s what Tom said about Harry.

[batemantobiasen83]

High 5 Books About Casino

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They have been first assessed for aggression in an effort to avoid confounding. Curtis, Anthony (2018-08-05). "Sassy Sally returning to Las Vegas". Curtis, Anthony (2020-08-09). "Las Vegas Advisor: Circa resort-casino unveils beverage program with 4 bars forward of opening". Velotta, Richard N. (2020-12-22). awaygeslot.com to Circa's hotel suites, Legacy Club to open Dec. 28". Las Vegas Overview-Journal. Radke, Brock (2020-12-22). "Circa's Legacy Membership offers homage, together with cocktails and ambiance". Velotta, Richard N. (2022-03-22). "Circa bringing high-tech enlargement to downtown Las Vegas". Velotta, Richard N. (2020-09-10). "New Circa particulars unveiled before Gaming Control Board". Velotta, Richard N. (2020-12-26). "Circa's expertise would have been a success with CES crowd".

Velotta, Richard N. (2017-06-12). "Owner of PT's Pubs to buy Stratosphere, three different Nevada casinos". Throughout the last few decades, the legislation was unenforced and strain to repeal this legislation elevated as homosexuality turned more understood. Hong Kong is residence to 355 skyscrapers and greater than 7 million individuals. Jugo is still a musician, however extra within the indie and underground scene; maybe to give method to his other actions and new profession. Schulz, Bailey (2020-10-24). "Circa's design provides a nod to outdated and new Vegas". Like flower tiles, in addition they perform as bonus tiles. Peter Marshall, Hugh Downs, Wink Martindale, and Monty Corridor.

[hayfranck19]

High 5 Books About Casino

Republic of Ireland: Superquinn introduced its SuperClub loyalty card in 1993, the prototype for Europe. Nondealer performs a card first; gamers then alternate till the spherical is over. Las Vegas Evaluation-Journal. Retrieved 2020-11-06. At 41 tales, Allure is formally the tallest residential building in town of Las Vegas. Las Vegas Evaluate-Journal. Retrieved 2020-11-06. The biggest a part of the transaction, literally and figuratively, is the 2,427-room Stratosphere and its 1,149-foot tower, the tallest freestanding commentary facility in the United States. The positioning, technically, is just off the Strip inside the Las Vegas metropolis limits. Singaporeans are mostly bilingual, usually with English as their frequent language and their mom-tongue as a second language taught in colleges, so as to preserve each individual's ethnic identity and values.

They had been first assessed for aggression with a purpose to keep away from confounding. Curtis, Anthony (2018-08-05). "Sassy Sally returning to Las Vegas". Curtis, Anthony (2020-08-09). "Las Vegas Advisor: Circa resort-casino unveils beverage program with four bars ahead of opening". Velotta, Richard N. (2020-12-22). "Doorways to Circa's hotel suites, Legacy Club to open Dec. 28". Las Vegas Overview-Journal. Radke, Brock (2020-12-22). "Circa's Legacy Membership affords homage, along with cocktails and ambiance". Velotta, Richard N. (2022-03-22). "Circa bringing high-tech growth to downtown Las Vegas". Velotta, Richard N. (2020-09-10). "New Circa particulars unveiled earlier than Gaming Management Board". Velotta, Richard N. (2020-12-26). "Circa's know-how would have been a hit with CES crowd".

Velotta, Richard N. (2017-06-12). "Owner of PT's Pubs to purchase Stratosphere, 3 different Nevada casinos". Throughout the last few decades, the law was unenforced and stress to repeal this legislation increased as homosexuality turned more understood. lynroyalcasino.com is house to 355 skyscrapers and more than 7 million people. Jugo remains to be a musician, however extra inside the indie and underground scene; maybe to offer method to his other activities and new career. Schulz, Bailey (2020-10-24). "Circa's design offers a nod to previous and new Vegas". Like flower tiles, they also perform as bonus tiles. Peter Marshall, Hugh Downs, Wink Martindale, and Monty Hall.

[wheezykat]

Fic Claim: happy hour

happy hour

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10k

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Oblivious Harry Potter, Pining Harry Potter, POV Harry Potter, POV Third Person, Bartender Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Bar/Pub, Harry Potter is Obsessed with Draco Malfoy, Friends to Lovers, Competent Harry Potter, Competent Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Sassy Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter is Bad at Feelings, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Bars and Pubs, Good Draco Malfoy, Mysterious Draco Malfoy, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Making Cocktails, Descriptions of Alcohol, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Blow Jobs, Tipsy Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs at Workplace, Mention of Wanking, Molecular Gastronomy, Mixology, The Art of Cocktail Making, Happy Ending, Drinking

Written for @anaxandria-writes​ 💕 for @hpfluff-fest​ 2021. Ya’ll, I had a ball writing this (and by that I mean, I may have had a breakdown or two since I was in the middle of a very hectic move while onboarding for a new job). But in all seriousness, this was so much fun to write, and Rin darling, I really hope you like it! I loved your prompt the minute I saw it and just knew we needed more bartender Harry fics in our life. My utmost thanks to the mods for running this fest, and being entirely gracious with my crazy schedule. As well as a big shout out to my lovely alpha @nv-md​ for reigning in my angsty tendencies and holding my hand while I was freaking out about this fic. So much gratitude to @vukovich​ for beta’ing this into submission and keeping my wordcount contained (to a lovely and super cathartic exact 10k), and as always, to my @peachpety​ for being my ultimate cheerleader and support system and coming up with the name and logo for Harry’s bar. And finally, to @avenueofesc​ for doing a final cheerread and assuring me that this is fluff and that it’s worth reading, once my brain became mush. I love you babes, and I couldn’t have done it without you!

Summary:

Harry’s content with his life as the owner of Seven Spirits, a hip bar that caters to muggle and wizarding folk alike. He’s found his passion in creating cocktails through his studies of molecular gastronomy and mixology, seeing his friends before work and inviting them to hang out at his bar in the evenings. Until one day, an entirely too fit Draco Malfoy walks in, and keeps coming back, bringing along an endless list of dates. Suddenly his world is turned upside down, leaving Harry to wonder if perhaps his life isn’t missing just one last thing.

Malfoy tugged the bottom of the shirt down, a final sliver of skin being hidden away beneath the dark maroon fabric. Harry admired the way the Seven Spirits logo stretched over his body. The white vinyl letters made the fabric bunch and pucker over his chest, and a nipple peeked out from behind an S as Malfoy sighed. Malfoy ruffled his fingers through his hair absentmindedly. Harry’s fingers itched to reach out and touch him, to tug him closer, to run his hands over those now hidden muscles, and Malfoy would lean into him, perhaps eagerly undress him and tug that blasted t-shirt back off and-

And that just was not on. Harry desperately reached for anything to distract him from his current train of thought.

“Want another drink?”

Malfoy huffed, a small smile curling his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Harry’s heart fluttered at the sight, finding this new, grown version of Malfoy effortlessly charming and cute.

“Sure, Potter, let’s have a drink.”

Read happy hour on A03!

[books-in-a-storm]

Snowflake Book Review’s

Title: Risk It All(MacAteer Brothers #4)

Author: M.L. Nystrom

Pages:91

Snowflake Rating:❄❄❄❄(4/5)

Synopsis: Loveable rogue Patrick MacAteer works hard and plays harder. He lives for a good time, uncomplicated women, and being the center of the party, and he’s determined to not change that one bit. From the moment he walks into Gallagher’s Pub, his plan falters. There's a pull and a connection there he finds hard to resist. Pub owner Sloane is the driving force behind her bar. She makes drinks nightly, slinging both booze and her sassiness for her customers, but underneath, she’s hanging on by fraying threads. As soon as Patrick enters with his easy banter and his incorrigible personality, Sloan finds herself unraveling.

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Coffeeshop

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Espresso Patronum by tasteofshapes Rated:  Teen Words:  15,060 Tags:  Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Light Angst, Pining, Coffeeshop Summary:  When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Black Coffee by Candamira Rated:  Explicit Words:  17,055 Tags:  Coffeeshop AU, Wandlore, Self Harm, Hurt/Comfort, Magical Tattoos, Patronus, Getting Together Summary:  Something is very wrong with Draco's wand. No matter the spell, it won't respond with anything but a silver stag Patronus. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Blond Brew by MicheleBlack Rated:  Explicit Words:  30511 Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Coffee Shops, Alternate Universe, H/D Wireless 2020, Romance, Slow Build, Slash, Barebacking, Modern Era, Dating, Falling In Love, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical Summary:  A blond roast with soy milk makes Draco's morning, but a pair of green eyes makes his week. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Six Bloody Months by JET_Playin Rated:  Explicit Words:  14695 Tags: Fluff, Angst, Misunderstandings, Cats, Post Hogwarts AU, POV Alternating, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Tall Harry Potter, Smutty, Florist Harry Potter, Cafe Owner Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy Has Long Hair, Oblivious Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Flirts, Pining Harry Potter, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Dorks in Love, Pining Draco Malfoy, H/D Career Fair 2017, HP: EWE, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Falling In Love, Flowers, Coffee, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop Summary:  They were friends with business benefits, that's all... ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Full Four Seasons by ravenclawsquill Rated:  Explicit Words:  49133 Tags: POV First Person, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Angst, Humor, Fluff, so many feelings, Bickering, Infidelity, Impotence, Coffee Shops, Flying, Flirting, Christmas, Internalized Homophobia, Kissing, Stripping, Frottage, Anal Fingering, Rimming, First Time, Topping, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry, Community: hd_erised, Coming Out, Courage Summary:  Draco Malfoy just wants a quiet life. He has a successful business, a lovely wife, and a delightfully horrible circle of friends. He’s fine. Or, he was fine until Harry Potter thundered into his life with all the subtlety of a blast-ended skrewt and turned everything on its head. Now he’s beginning to wonder if ‘fine’ is enough, after all. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 ORDER TO GO. by slyther_sins Rated:  Mature Words:  17724 Tags: butterbeer eclairs, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Shop Owner Draco Malfoy, Baker Draco Malfoy, Diagon Alley, Coffee Shop Owner Harry Potter, Harry Potter Has a Thing for Draco Malfoy's Long... Fingers, Light Slow Burn, Things Get Heated in the Pantry, H/D Food Fair 2018, Pining Harry Potter, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Summary:  Draco Malfoy opens a new pâtisserie in Diagon Alley, his pastries and desserts are to die for. Harry is the coffee shop owner next door who wants to take Draco home for dessert. Ron is just there for the bread. - in which harry has a sweet tooth, but it isn't for anything on the menu. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  22087 Tags: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Alcohol, Drunkenness, Cat Cafés, Coffee Shops, H/D Pet Fair 2016, Post-Hogwarts, Grimmauld Place, Cats, Kneazles, Auror Harry Potter, Barista Draco Malfoy, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Pining Harry Potter, Pining Draco Malfoy, pet death Summary:  The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 he Coffee House by Corina (CorinaLannister) Rated:  General Words:  1826 Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Distrust, Trust, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés Summary:  Draco is a struggling Barista and Harry is struggling with his fame. They start to trust each other over time when Harry visits the coffee shop Draco works in. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A Second Chance by Rei382 Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  1639 Tags: coffee shop AU, Angst Summary:  Life circumstances brought Draco to work at a coffee shop to make a living. Life circumstances brought Harry to walk into that coffee shop and offer a new start. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Lost Bet by DragonGirl87 Rated:  Explicit Words:  60864 Tags: Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Barista!Draco Malfoy, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Divorced Draco Malfoy, Snarky Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Leaves the Wizarding World, Writer!Harry Potter, Divorced Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley, Famous Harry Potter, Coffee Shops, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Coffee, Older Harry Potter, Older Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Harry Potter, London, Godric's Hollow, Making a Bet, losing a bet, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Pansy Parkinson is a Good Friend, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Single Parent Draco Malfoy, Single Parent Harry Potter, Stay-At-Home Parent Harry Potter, Firewhiskey (Harry Potter), Drunken Confessions, Hangover, Flirting, Friendship, Teasing, Banter, Kissing, Snogging, Groping, Frottage, Sassy Harry Potter, Sassy Draco Malfoy, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, Surprise Ending, Hogwarts, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Rivalry, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Slytherins Being Slytherins, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Happy Ending, Inappropriate Use of Last Names Summary:  It is 2019 and Harry Potter, Ex-Auror turned full-time dad and writer of magical children's books, finds himself making a startling discovery about none other than his former school rival Draco Malfoy. Just where will this relationship, rekindled over several cups of exquisite coffee, lead those two men? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Usual by aibidil Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  9649 Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Coffee, Coffee Shops, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Suspicious Harry, Cursebreaker Draco, Auror Harry Potter, Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, Boys Kissing, Health food, Harry Potter Thinks Draco Malfoy is Up to Something Summary:  Harry finally tries the new magical coffee shop on Diagon Alley. A story in which Draco is Up To Something™ and Harry is going to get to the bottom of it, and to the bottom of that sixteen ounce to-go cup. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Knead by Anonymous Rated:  Explicit Words:  83103 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Coffee Shops, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Slice of Life, Portland Oregon, Ex-Auror Harry Potter, Baker Draco Malfoy, Muggle Life, Getting Together, Unusual Career, Banter, Friendship, Pining, Bisexuality, Sexuality Discovery, First Time, Dirty Talk, Switching, Rimming, Bars and Pubs, Drinking, Beer, Drunk Sex, Food Porn, Road Trips, Fluff and Angst, Magical Creatures, Quidditch, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Minor Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, H/D Erised 2020, Coffee Shop Owner Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Summary:  This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy's lean arms. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Rosie Lea (have a cuppa tea) by OrdinaryRealities Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  26801 Tags: Post-Canon, Coffee Shop AU-ish, A fair amount of working through the trauma of canon, Harry's Saving People Thing, Harry is stubborn, Muggle OC's, Panic Attacks Summary:  After the war Harry buys Florian Fortescue's ice cream parlor and opens a tea shop. Because of this he somehow ends up trying to rescue Slytherin's reputation and accidentally finds himself friends with half of Slytherin. He doesn't understand how it happened. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 When It Alteration Finds by momatu Rated:  Explicit Words:  55597 Tags: HP: EWE, Slash, Romance, Drama, Some Humor, Hurt/Comfort Summary:  After the war, Harry left most of the Wizarding world behind and built a new life for himself in the Channel Islands. He opened a bakery and is happy with his life. Draco is a fiction author who writes under a penname, and he's currently suffering from writer's block. His agent suggests he try writing in a new environment and rents a cottage in the Channel Islands for him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Some Like It Hot by GoldenTruth813 Rated:  General Words:  2497 Tags: Muggle AU, Starbucks AU, Barista!Harry Summary:  Harry works at a coffee shop and is perfectly content to do his job and mind his own business until Draco Malfoy comes in. ❤️ Read on AO3

[chaoswillfallrpg]

LAUREL LINWOOD is TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD and an ESCORT at FAIR FARIBAULT’S in KNOCKTURN ALLEY and a BARMAID at THE FOUNTAIN OF FAIR FORTUNE in HORIZONT ALLEY. She looks remarkably like SAMARA WEAVING and considers herself aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. She is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

tw: death

The coolest girl in any room, Laurel Linwood is a living legend. A beautiful blonde who doesn’t take life too seriously, Laurel’s motto in life is to have fun and look good doing it. Born in Barnet, Laurel was raised by her mother CHRISSIE LINWOOD and grandmother AILEEN, in a weird and wonderful boarding house. The middle of the Linwood sisters, Laurel was the tear away child never without a comment, sassy joke or a cheeky grin on her face. Outcasts in their local community due to their bohemian lifestyle, Chrissie was a former actress who had never quite made into anything most people had seen and made her living running a business without a man. The odd comments and stares their family received didn’t bother the Linwood women. Laurel loved Linwood Lodge and wouldn’t have changed her upbringing for all the money or normality in the world. Their house had a carousel of people who came and went as they pleased. Circus performers who did tricks in the garden, magicians who pulled flags from their arms, aspiring rockstars who wrote them songs and strum their guitars all called Linwood Lodge home for a time. The girls were encouraged to keep away from the guests as not to bother them, but Laurel never paid much attention to things that prevented her from having fun. Most guests were always happy to tell the girls how they had washed up at the boarding house and Laurel can recall very few who stayed in their rooms. It was the strange environment of Linwood Lodge that had attracted Laurel’s father to stay the first time he met her mother, whisking her away to a life as an actress amongst a circle of select viewership. 

Laurel’s mother never used his name and her grandmother simply referred to him as ‘that man’ or ‘the mistake’ which left a lot to the imagination and allowed Laurel and MAREN to fill in the gaps. Their made-up narratives about their father were amusing but her curiosity in him didn’t really spark until strange things began happening to her. When Laurel was around seven her mother was called into her primary school with complaints. Children who bullied her would be pelted by floating chalkboard rubbers or their lunchboxes would empty themselves into the bin like magic. Teachers accused her of picking up strange tricks from the characters they hosted at the boarding house, which her mother seemed happy to agree to even though they both knew that wasn’t what was happening. Her mother didn’t seem shocked when her teachers told her what had happened, taking Laurel home and giving her a lecture on exercising control. Confused her mind began to wander, wondering if she was a strange creature like the ones she’d read about in books and watched on tv and if somewhere amongst all of this her father lied at the centre. When Laurel neared her eleventh birthday, Adairia sat her down and revealed to her the true nature of her gifts. The Linwood girls were witches, whose magic had reappeared in their bloodline with their birth. The revelation cast doubt on her theories about her special dad but otherwise filled her with excitement. Over the next few weeks Laurel waited patiently for her letter from Hogwarts, intercepting it in the garden when it arrived away from the prying eyes of her younger sister.

Sorted into Gryffindor, Laurel quickly made a name for herself as a large personality, dressed in fitted denim and a stack of records under her arm. Whilst people in her year like PATRICIA RAKEPICK became famous for pulling pranks, Laurel was known for her parties. A Beater for the Quidditch team with her best friend TRYSTAN WARRINGTON, Laurel loved cranking the music up loud on her record player after a Gryffindor win and seeing how many people she could cram into the common room without PROFESSOR MINERVA MCGONAGALL finding out and having a set of kittens. It was at one of these social soirées she got to know someone who would become a firm fixture in her life. NATAN DIGGORY was from a famous wizarding family and a chaser for the Hufflepuff team Laurel believed was incredibly full of himself. Natan’s belief he was the coolest guy in school began harmless teasing between the pair and set the foundations for a very close relationship the two would come to share. Equally as confident as Laurel, the pair spent their days laughing in the corridor and cracking jokes on the field with Trystan, forming an unreliable trio that was instantly recognisable to anyone in their year. Laurel loved her boys more than anything. Natan was her soulmate, her partner in crime and resident ball of fun, whilst Trystan always had her back and was ready to fight the good fight with anyone who got in their way. The trio were unapologetically themselves and whilst that made them friends in the form of ARTHUR WEASLEY and JENNIFER VANE who loved their carefree attitude, it also made them enemies. 

ANYA ROOKWOOD, quickly became Laurel’s nemesis. A prim princess with a chip on her shoulder because she was a Half-Blood, Laurel assumed the reason Anya hated her so much because she wore her Muggle-Born colours on her sleeve with pride. When Maren joined Hogwarts a few years later it became clear she was heading for a similar route through school both Laurel and Adaria had. A beautiful singer and a kind soul, Maren quickly attracted bullying from a number of Pure-Blood students including VIOLET BULSTRODE and twins VICTOR and ELENAOR YAXLEY. Although the students were three years her junior, Laurel had no problem hexing them, berating them and receiving a number of detentions because of it with her fellow social justice bestie CONSTANCE SONG. Their work at Hogwarts defending the downtrodden sparked a dream in Laurel to become an auror, quickly enrolling in the progs,me after after graduation before being forced to pull out as disaster struck their family. Chrissie was dying. She had kept it to herself, calling her girls to her bedside in her last few weeks of life before she passed away. Laurel in particular was annoyed with her mother. Not only had she kept her illness to herself, Chrissie and their grandma had kept a mountain of debts they couldn’t pay to themselves leaving Laurel and Adairia lost on how to fix the problem. Whilst Laurel stayed at home to care for their grandmother and run Linwood Lodge, Adaria took off to find work that might help cover the debt, sending money whenever she could before returning fully a year later richer than Laurel could have imagined. 

Laurel was stunned. At first she was suspicious of her sister until Adaria admitted to escorting in the city, a reasonable explanation in Laurel’s eyes for how she had made that much money. Selling up Linwood Lodge, the sister’s paid off their mother’s debt and put a downpayment on The Fountain of Fair Fortune pub in Horizont Alley. Laurel still had her own dreams but The Fair Fortune was her fun. When Maren left school The Fountain of Fair Fortune became a true family business and with a little refurbishing, Maren’s talent for singing and Laurel’s for organising specialist nights the pub and boarding house became one of the busiest spots in town to get away and have fun. It quickly became apparent to Laurel that although it was a popular spot for fun, it also proved great for secret meetings. Around the time MARY MACDONALD began working at The Fair Fortune that Laurel noticed something was up. During her shift she would notice the sorcerer take the occasional shady break with Maren, huddled in a corner with SIRIUS BLACK, JAMES POTTER and MARLENE MCKINNON as they all spoke too loudly and took turns looking at Laurel and Adaira before shushing one another. A month in, Laurel grew tired of the secrecy and cornered Maren and Mary demanding answers. With all the rising deaths and disappearances happening in the city Laurel wasn’t surprised there was something going on behind the scenes to try and stop it, but what she was met with she couldn’t have conceived in her wildest dreams. 

An underground group run by their old headmaster ALBUS DUMBLEDORE was so wild it could be true and after chatting about it with Adairia, the two demanded Mary and Maren take them to ALASTOR MOODY. Offering up the room above their pub as the headquarters the sisters joined the ranks of The Order. Though other members of the group have more training than she does, Laurel is always the first to stick her hand up and offer to undergo dangerous tasks in the hopes it will provide the team with information. Recently, Laurel has found her working as an escort for Fair Faribaults escort agency attempting to gain information from the people working there and the owners GEORGINE FARIBAULT and her sister’s friend RICHARD ELLINGTON to find out if the evil underground group is making a play to seduce the creature community. As a ¼ veela on her mother’s side, thanks to information she recently learned from her older sister, Laurel is the perfect candidate to pull in clients has been working covertly to become their top earner in the hopes of joining their inner circle. Though he was just a job at first, Natan’s brother AMOS DIGGORY has become somewhat of a regular for her. Although Amos started out as just a job for Laurel the more she gets to know him the fonder she grows of him. Only her sisters know how long she has harboured feelings for Amos’ younger brother Natan but after his engagement to GIVA PATIL was announced Amos has been the perfect secret distraction and perhaps an antidote for her heartbreak.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Half-Blood Muggle-Born/¼ Veela

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality  → Up to Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education →  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Gryffindor)

Societies → Sorcerers for Equality 

Family → Adaria Linwood (sister), Maren Linwood (sister), Victor Yaxley (unknown half-brother/adversary), Eleanor Yaxley (unknown half-sister/adversary), Corban Yaxley (unknown uncle)

Connections  → Constance Song (best friend/colleague), Natan Diggory (best friend/object of affection), Trystan Warrington (best friend), Arthur Weasley (close friend), Florence Jones (close friend), Jennifer Vane (close friend), Mafalda Hopkirk (close friend), Daisy Hookum (close friend), Claudette Delacour (close friend), Laurent Dane (close friend/colleague), Olivia Hailsham (close friend/colleague), Patricia Rakepick (friend), Mary MacDonald (friend/colleague), Amos Diggory (client/potential love interest), Georgine Faribault (boss/target), Richard Ellington (boss/target), Giva Patil (rival), Anya Rookwood (adversary), Violet Bulstrode (adversary)

Future Information → N/A

LAUREL LINWOOD IS A LEVEL 7 WITCH/VEELA.

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[all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney]

Before The Lift (Roger Taylor x Female!Reader)

A Prequel To Lift Confessions

A/N: okay WOW. First of all, thank you so much to everyone who noted my last fic! I was shocked from all of the positivity I received! As a thank you, I wrote a prequel to it! You can read either first, it doesn’t exactly matter. You can even skip over this, if you want. Like always, comments, requests, and ideas are always appreciated!

Summary: Two years before you and Roger Taylor are stuck in a lift together and your lost friendship is found, your friendship with Roger had to be lost in the first place.

(This can be read as BoRhap!Roger or real Roger, idc)

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol/intoxication, Smoking, Breakups, Fighting, Vomiting, Mentions of sex (but not smut), and Suggested Domestic Abuse (WOW what a long list. (I apologize in advance if I missed anything)

This fic is fluffy af but it turns angsty REALLY fast. I’d rate this fic between a T and an M

In 1974, a usually barren pub in downtown London was nearly filled to the brim with people, most of them with the intention of just being in the same room as the geniuses performing that cold Saturday evening.

Those geniuses were none other than Brian May, John Deacon, Freddie Mercury, and Roger Taylor.

Queen.

These four boys were about to make it big, so it only made sense that this small pub was crawling with crazy fans and starstruck young adults who would kill for a smile from Brian, a point from Freddie, a nod of acknowledgement from John, or a wink from Roger. Honestly, you could see the appeal.

Anyone with a right mind could see the appeal.

The guys on stage were attractive, and it was only expected that these fans would come drop to their knees and worship the musicians as if they were Gods.  

How such a big band like Queen got into such a small pub on a usually dead night, you didn’t know. But what you did know was that the pub owner was probably rolling in a pile of pound sterling in his office right now due to the spectacular turnout.

None of that exactly mattered to you, though; you had the best seat in the house– with a perfectly good view of Roger.

Despite being in a relationship with one of your friend’s cousins, you liked Roger.

A lot.

You and him had a special bond since the moment you two met. You met at one of their band practices when you and Brian reunited after university. He brought you along to meet his band members and needless to say, you and Roger just clicked.

“There was a lot less practice being done that day, and a lot more flirting,” as you remember Brian putting it.

Despite this minor “setback” Brian brought you along more and more. It then just became the norm.

Often times, during practice breaks when the boys would go out for a sandwich or a coffee, you would stay behind with Roger and listen to him play the drums for you.

He even let you play the drums one day. You weren’t very good at it, but you did it, nonetheless.

“You have to be a very special lady to be able to play these bad boys,”

You smiled to yourself at the memory. You honestly weren’t even paying attention to the music anymore. You just watched your boys move and perform they way they always did.

Effortlessly.

Gracefully.

Perfectly.

After the last cord for the Seven Seas Of Rhye stopped echoing through the pub, the crowd erupted into cheers, and enthusiastic girls in the front waving to whichever band member they wanted to grab the attention from and be with for the rest of the night… and nearly all of them wanted Roger.

Despite this, you remained calm, and showed your appreciation to the band by whistling, and clapping. Roger looked over the heads of all the hot and bothered girls trying to get his attention, and he winked at you with a cheeky grin.

You could tell your face was rosy, but that didn’t matter. You felt a little smug when Roger found himself off the stage and all of the girls turning to look at you. You could sense all of the jealousy coarsing through their veins, and you loved every second of it.

Joke’s on you, bitches. I’m his favourite.

It had been roughly an hour after the set, and the boys had retreated to the maintenance room until some of the crowd in the pub gave up on waiting for them to emerge from hiding, and soon disbanded.

You were at the back of the pub, unplugging and collecting all of the cords on stage after putting Brian’s guitar and John’s bass away safely.

“Hello, Pretty Lady,” a voice cooed to you as you bent down to peel up small x’s of tape put on the stage. Even during smaller sets like this, Freddie thought it was important to determine where everyone stood; even if he’d move wherever he wanted just moments after the set began. You look over your shoulder, and brand the same grin the voice had on his face.

“Hey you! You had a great set tonight!” “Well, it must have been that lovely good-luck hug you gave me earlier.” You rolled your eyes and straightened your posture, rolling the tape into a ball and playfully throwing it at Roger’s chest.

“Dumbass. You know luck isn’t real.”

“Now how is that possible? I met you.”

“Touché, Taylor.” This sassy blond could capture your heart so easily and have you wrapped around his finger in seconds. Something told you he knew that. And he loved it.

“Well, Lovely, since you’re working awfully hard, I’m gonna buy you a drink. We can unwind.”

“Have you checked in the mirror lately, Pretty Boy? I’m not the one sweating from all the hard work.” Roger smirked. He enjoyed your sense of humour, especially when it could vaguely have a double, more erotic meaning.

“Besides, I’m still cleaning things up. You go, have a drink, flirt with a gal who looks like you, try and take her home.” Roger’s grin weakened when you said that, but you didn’t notice. You were turned back around, peeling up more tape and searching for the ball you threw at the drummer.

“I’ll just be at the bar. I’ll be sure to save a seat for you, Doll. Don’t think a drink won’t be there waiting for you.” You smiled to yourself, and after throwing the ball of tape away, and placing the cords away with the band’s instruments, you met Roger at the bar.

Sure enough, a glass of amber liquid was waiting in the empty spot next to him.  

“Something clearly isn’t right, here.” You sat down next to Roger, picking up the glass and swirling the drink around, the ice tapping the inside of the glass’ walls.

“I thought pretty girls had their drinks paid for by others,” you teased.

“And that’s what happened.”

“I’m calling you a girl, Roger,“ you retorted. "And I’m calling you pretty, y/n.”

You smiled rather shyly, and Roger happily raised his drink towards you. You clinked glasses before sucking the drinks down rather quickly. No slower than it was to place your glasses back onto the bar, Roger had already knocked on the bench, the bartender moving to prepare more drinks for the both of you.

Not even an hour later, you were four drinks in, and Roger ordered one more for you, as per request. He was sipping at his eighth glass of brandy. At least, you thought it was his eighth.

Or… was it his eleventh?

His cheeks were very rosy, so it might have even been more. You expected the bartender to cut Roger off at some point, but that never happened.

Again, things like this didn’t matter. What mattered was that Roger kept sliding the bartender bills, and he slid Roger drinks in return.

The both of you had finished discussing a funny situation regarding John the other day when the band was packing for their trip.

“Speaking of, do you guys even ‘ave any song ideas for this album?”

“Fred wants to call it 'A Night At The Opera’,” Roger explained, examining the floating ice in his cup.

“He explained it to Ray as 'an album anyone can enjoy’.” Roger quoted Freddie as a sports announcer would have.

“How thoughtful of you boys,” you mused teasingly, your eyelids heavy and your cheeks as rosy as Roger’s.

“Yeah. I got a song I want on the album. I was telling you about it a few days ago.”

“I’m pretty sure when you mean an album for everyone, guys who wanna fuck their cars isn’t on the list, Roger,” you slurred his name, and laughed at your comment.

“It’s a metaphor, y/n!”

“I beg to differ. You really enjoy that car of yours,” you scrunched your nose. “Is that why the back seat has a stain on it?!”

Roger looked horrified. “John wanted ice cream and he dropped his vanilla cone on the seat and it won’t wash out!”

You laughed loudly, a few loners sitting at the bar turning to look at you in mild annoyance. “I’m only teasing!”

Your fifth and final drink of the night was slid over to you by the bartender, and you picked the glass up.

“To your final night 'n greater London?” Roger tapped his nearly empty glass against yours with a soft smile on his face.

“To my final night in greater London.”

“May you not leave me here alone for too long.”

You took a sip of your drink and set it down. Roger was just watching you move, and when he was drunk like this, he never shied away from being obvious, or confident.

In fact, that’s how you often realized he was drunk. His confidence was out of this world. Roger was really good at holding his liquor. He was also the kind of guy who didn’t look or act drunk when in reality he’d be absolutely wasted.

You, on the other hand, were the very opposite.

You turned to look at him, and you opened your mouth to say something, but Freddie interrupted your conversation.

You were somewhat glad because you had no idea what you were going to say.  

“Hello, Lovies. How’s the night?” He grinned his signature smile at you, and you returned it.

“Pretty good Fred, and yours?”

“Oh just wonderful, my dear y/n.” Freddie then turned to Roger.

“Roger, Love, there’s a young lady over there who wishes to speak with you.” He gestured to his right with his head, and sure enough, a woman was there.

She was seated at the bar, her posture a lot straighter than yours. Impulsively, you shifted uncomfortably and straightened your own back.

Despite this, she was the epitome of beautiful, and not even good posture, you thought, could even place you anywhere near her on a “beautiful scale”.

She had very long legs, and long wavy hair. It was a rich chocolate colour, and you impulsively reached up to touch your own bland hair. You envied this woman even more.

She turned to look over at you three and she twiddled her dainty hand at Roger, clearly batting her long eyelashes over her big brown eyes. She smiled a perfect grin and your stomach churned violently.

This woman had everything Roger was into. Judging by all of the women he’s brought along to band practices and parties, you could confirm that this was his type.

She got off the bar stool, and slowly made her way towards your group. Before she got too close, you leaned into Roger, who was too busy looking at this other woman he was going to most likely pursue. “Im'a go out for a cigarette. Make good of tonight, Roger.”

You patted his shoulder, and glumly stumbled out of the bar.

You knew you shouldn’t have been upset. You were in a relationship. Roger wasn’t. It wasn’t fair of you to want to control his love life when you had yours… somewhat under control.

You shakily raised your lighter up to your cigarette, but the ignition never lasted long enough to let you light the cancer stick. “Fuck’s sake,” you mumbled, sitting down on the curb in defeat.

You sat there for a while, taking in the scent of the humid London night. The street was completely dead.

You wanted to lie down in the middle of the road and fall asleep. You scrunched your face up.

Was that really a drunk thought? You very rarely got drunk, but when you did, you doing stupid shit definitely ensued.

“Mind if I join you?” A gentle voice asked you from behind. You glanced over your shoulder and shrugged, looking back down at your unlit cigarette.

Roger found himself seated next to you, and he retrieved his own lighter from his Jean pocket. He ignited it, and you lit the cigarette. You immediately took a deep breath, and exhaled with instability.

Roger opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but he decided against it. He didn’t want to make you more upset.

“I thought you went to chase after that girl,” you mumbled before putting the cigarette back between your lips.  

“Nah. She chased after me, and I got away.” You shook your head, the smile on your face nearly invisible.

“What, she have bad breath or somethin’?”

“You have no idea, y/n,” Roger said helplessly. You laughed, smoke leaving your mouth in short puffs.

“It was like a garlic factory!” He tried his very hardest to keep you smiling and laughing.

And it worked.

He liked how pretty you looked when you were laughing.

“So you came out to be with good ol’ y/n.”

“Wouldn’t wanna be with anyone else tonight.” The night got quiet after your giggles subsided. You took a nice long inhale from your cigarette, and blew it out slowly.

A ring of smoke danced over the heads of you and Roger, and you offered the rolled object to him.

As he inhaled from the cigarette, you looked down at your stretched out legs.

“… d'you really have to leave, Rog?” He simply nodded before blowing the smoke into the air.

“Unfortunately.”

“Will you miss me?” He laughed halfheartedly– a simple quick exhale from the nose. He stared out into the street, shaking his head.

“Is that even a question?” You took your cigarette back and drew in another breath of the poison.

As you breathed out, you felt an arm gently slide around you. Roger kept his hand at your waist, and that’s where it intended to stay.

“Why would you even think I wouldn’t miss you?”

“I just don’t want you forgettin’ about your special girly at home,” you explained in a hushed tone. This seemed to be an appropriate time to be a little quiet.

Roger rested his head on your shoulder, his other hand reaching out to take your cigarette for one more drag.

“You mean so much to me. Forgetting you will be impossible.”

You took the cigarette from Roger’s hand and finished it off, snuffing the butt by squishing it into the sidewalk next to you.

“Just don’t want you runnin’ off with a prettier girl.” You slurred, smiling sadly.

“Trust me, everyone in Surrey probably looks like everyone here in GL.” Roger’s free hand reached over to grab one of yours.

“Besides, you’re the prettiest girl I know.” The laugh from your mouth sounded stale.

“Very funny, Rog.”

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

“We’re drunk, for one,” you counted on your free hand.

“Two, I am, and will always probably just be a roadie. To you, n’ the rest of the band.”

Roger lifted his head off your shoulder and looked at you.

“Three, you’re famous. You can have any girl. You can choose them like a little kid picking a candy bar off the shelf.”

You looked down at your feet, shutting your eyes and dropping your hand.

“I know now is the worst time to have this conversation. We’re both very drunk. But… ’M not good enough for you. You can do so much better.”

You felt a hand cup the side of your face, and turn your head to the left. Roger slid his fingers into your hair, and he pulled you in for a kiss.

You didn’t move for a moment, your eyebrows lowering in confusion. But as soon as Roger pushed closer, and caressed your cheek with his thumb, you found yourself closing your eyes and kissing him back.

You were enjoying the kiss much more than you should have been. Roger pulled away too soon, and you found your lips chasing after his.

You caught yourself doing this and Roger smiled, his fingers combing through your hair.

“Even if it were possible, I don’t want to do better. I want you.”

You found yourself kissing him again, but it was you who made the move. Your hands reached up to grab Roger’s face, and his hands moved down to grip your hips.

You tilted his head to the side by pulling his hair, and Roger parted his lips to gasp. This sound of surprise was muffled by your tongue which you slipped into his mouth.

Roger placed a hand on your back, and another at the side of your neck before pulling you flush against his chest.

You could feel his heart drumming against your chest at an insanely quick pace, as did Roger.

But then he felt yours stop.

“Y/n…?!”

You and Roger broke the kiss and turned to the voice, your hands dropping to the drummer’s shoulders.

“Steven…?!” Your boyfriend of nearly two years marched towards you and Roger.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with her?!” His face was burning hot.

He was angry he found his girlfriend sucking face with a famous drummer, and he was humiliated that he was unaware of whatever this was, and how long it was going on for.

“Steven, t’s not what it looks like!”

“Get in the car, y/n!”

You got off of Roger and guarded the blond with your arms outstretched. “If you hurt him Steven, I swear to God, I’ll kill you!” Your warning was slurred, and didn’t sound too threatening.

“Get in the goddamn fucking car y/n!”

“You don’t talk to her like that!” Roger exclaimed angrily.

Steven grabbed your arm tightly and moved you away from Roger, his fist grabbing the front of Roger’s shirt. “I can speak to her however I want, asshole!”

Steven looked over at you, teeth clenched. “Get. In. The. Car!” He shoved you away, and you followed his orders.

Steven turned his attention back to Roger, who tried to shove him away. Despite this, Steven didn’t budge.

“How long have you two been seeing each other, huh?!” When Roger didn’t respond, Steven shook him around like he was a rag doll.

“Answer me!”

“I’m not even seeing her! We just kissed!” Hot tears rolled down Roger’s cheeks, his lip quivering.

He hoped to God your relationship with Steven wasn’t like this. Roger would have sold his soul to make sure you were safe, and happy.

Something Steven wouldn’t have ever done.

“You touch her again, Taylor, and I will fuck up your face so badly that you’d be unrecognizable to your own mother. Do you understand?!” Roger nodded rapidly, and Steven shoved him to the ground.

“Fuck you,” he huffed at your boyfriend.

Steven turned around, and kicked Roger in the side. The blond turned over and threw up all over the sidewalk, sobbing quietly to himself.

“No. Fuck you.”

                                                          “Get the fuck out of here!” You were shrieking at Steven, throwing various things of his at him with the intention of hurting him.

“Why?! So you can invite him over to the house I pay for?! And fuck him in our bed that I bought us?!”

“You are so childish, do you understand that, Steve?!” Steven pulled a suitcase out of your shared closet, and zipped it open.

“Why don’t you two go have sex in the shower I renovated for us?!” He started violently shoving his clothes into the case, moving to leave the bedroom and go to the bathroom.

“Hell, why don’t you just have his kids?! Marry him! Wake him up every Sunday morning with breakfast and coffee and a kiss!” As he rummaged your bathroom cabinet for his things, you shouted back at him. “Well maybe I will!”

Steven picked up a brush, and threw it at you. You shielded your face with your arms, and you shouted when the brush came in contact with your arm. Hard. Steven then shoved you against the door and walked back into the bedroom with his pills and toothbrush.

“I never want to fucking see you again!”

“See if I care, y/n! That pussy can have my sloppy seconds! I can just call up the tens of girls lined up waiting for me! Can finally get between the legs of a woman who’ll actually enjoy what I give them!”

Your eyes were burning as more tears flooded your waterline. “Get. Out!” You picked up a vase of flowers off your bedside table and followed Steven out the bedroom door with it. He struggled a little with getting his suitcase out the front door, but you threw the vase, and it shattered against the closed door.

You screamed, and sunk to the floor, broken glass all around you. All of the photos of you and Steven had either been turned downward or broken. The living room, bedroom and bathroom had been flipped upside down, and you were left by yourself in this massive house.

You curled up into a tight ball, and cried violently until you nearly fell asleep on the floor.

You crawled up the stairs helplessly, and climbed into bed, not even worrying about changing your clothes. You didn’t even care. As soon as your body relaxed into the mattress, you started crying again. This time, you successfully cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning, you knew you were supposed to say good bye to the boys before they took off for the next handful of months. They were to be in complete isolation so they could record parts of their new album.

Unfortunately, just opening your eyes killed your head. You tossed your comforter over your head, and began crying yet again.

You didn’t have Steven, and you didn’t even have Roger.

For the first time in your entire life, you had never felt so alone.

                                                    A/A/N: Wow so I’m sorry if this isn’t as good as my first one, but I still really like it. Enjoy, and don’t be afraid to leave your feedback!

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Alchemy: Magic Vs. Science

Chapters: 4/25 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Series: Part 1 of 9. Summary: Magic and Science, are they the same or are they completely different? It just takes one person to point out all up and downs. Along with breaking the stereotypes that come up with being a wizard, alchemist and most of all being human. Thank you, @amynchan! D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

“English and Edward’s accented voice.” “Amestrian or another foreign language.” “Written notes.” ‘Thoughts.’ First Name: Informal Last Name: Formal (Or used to annoy others)

"Just how much did you actually make in three months?" Snape could not help but ask in total awe, all disregard of appearances at this point. He stood next to Elric and Kavex inside Elric's new personal vault within Gringotts. Right in front of him are multiple mountainous piles of Galleons, Sickles and Knut's. He had previously visited faults of families with money, and none of them could even match Elric's riches. "What did you do exactly in the military?"

"Hm?" Elric looked over his shoulder to see Snape's gob smack expression puzzled. Why do people keep making that face whenever he mentions something about his money? He hardly uses it as it is, making good financial decisions (Aka: his brother Alphonse), and 'borrowing money' from that bastard Mustang. "I haffe changed it from months to a zingle year. I do not vant to end up broke and not be able to exchange it later on."

Elric eyes seemed to dull when he though over Snape's second question. He wondered how he should answer that one, after all even though he told Snape a lot of things from his past. Said past should remain under lock and key. "Rezearch and field vork. A lot of the field vork required me to traffel effervere and fix many problems...Dat and I got a bromozioin."

"You are not going to give me a straight answer aren't you?" Snape deadpanned.

"Nobe." Elric grinned at him, albeit his grin did not quite reach his eyes.

-.-

"All the other supplies you require are not going to be sold here," Snape muttered under his breath as he and Elric left the Magical Goblin run bank.

"The nodepooks, bens, and bencils?" Elric asked he kept his gaze down as he walked down the stone steps. "I vould haffe thought as much conzitering hov the contract vas vritten. The ink, paper, and hov it vas vritden."

"That is highly perceptive of you, Elric." Snape mused following after Elric.

"It is bart of the job descripzion." Elric muttered bitterly, taking the last step of the steps of the bank. He stood there waiting for Snape. "It zure as hell help me stay aliffe out dere...sort of...Is dere anything elze I should go zee?"

Snape thought for a moment and wondered what else Elric would need or show him about the Magical Wizarding World. Robes? No, Elric will probably scrunch his nose at it. Wand... no. Quidditch...no. Snape went the mental checklist on what exactly they should do next. Nothing came up to mind per say. Fortunately for him, Elric's stomach answered for them.

Elric flushed in embarrassment, he covered his stomach. "Zorry, I did not haffe a full breakfast."

"Leaky Cauldron it is then." Snape said curtly, he signaled for Elric to follow him through the busy area.

"Hov does your community communicate?" Elric asked as he walked along side of Snape while avoiding running into anyone or accidentally hitting them with his suitcase. Even though some of them look like they deserve it. "I not once zaw a telephone, mail post or anything of dat manner."

"We use owls." Snape pointed at a shop that was just ahead of them.

"Ovls?" Edward asked, his eyebrow arched upward at the thought of using an owl as a mode of communication. Wouldn't there be a worry of someone taking the owl and get the information that said the animal was carrying. "Is dat effen zecure? Hov long does it take for dem to deliffer mezages? Hov much could dey carry?"

Elric blasted question after question about the mode of communication that wizards have. Fortunately for him, Snape answered him fully without much of a hassle as Elric took in his own words...the majority of his previous and, unfortunately, future students.

"...Hov much do dey uzually cost?"

Snape stopped mid-stride nearly causing Elric to tumble over him.

"Vy did you stop?" Elric complained trying to regain his balance again.

"Do you want an owl?" Snape acquired, looking over at Elric who looked rather embarrassed about it.

"Vell...I vant to get in condact vith my friends and family." Elric explained, he had his head turned towards the direction of the shop that sold owls. He unconsciously gripped the handle of his suitcase harder. "But...I do not knov hov I vould once I get to dat school."

"There are a going to be a few restrictions on what you could and could not write..."

-.-

Edward stared into a cage, his eyebrows slanted downward, and lips pursed in concentration. The owl in question seemed to be copying his expression. One would tilt their head to the side and the other would copy. This seemed to continue on for what seemed like forever.

Edward stared at the owl now with a scowl, to his amusement, the owl attempted to replicate it. With a grin, Edward leaned away from the cage and called out to the owner of the shop. "Vat kind of ovl is he?"

The owl ruffled its feathers at Edward.

"She?" Edward asked he grinned when the owl seemed to understand his words. "Vat kind of ovl is she?"

"That is a Boreal Owl..."

The Boreal Owl that Edward had asked about is about 9 inches long, has brown feathers with white and copper feathers flickered around it. It has a disk-like face with yellow eyes that gave the owl a surprised look. She is a tiny owl compared to a lot of the owls in the shop and the only one that caught Edward's attention.

-.-

In the back corner of the Leaky Cauldron Elric and Snape, along with Elric's owl sat around a table waiting for their late lunch to arrive.

"Your name is nov...Xerxes." Elric cooed into the newly named owl cage that was placed in the seat next to him. His suitcase along with a bag filled with items and a book to take care of Xerxes, along with information he would need to take care of her. Severus sat across of him with a half amused expression. It was rather amusing to see Elric get his fingers get pecked out and not learn his lesson just a moment later.

"Since you are officially going to be teaching Alchemy at Hogwarts." Snape started off to say, as Elric place his travel coat over Xerxes cage. "You are provided with your own private quarters which is already available for once the school year begins. Or would you prefer to move in immediately?"

"Er...ven is dat again?" Elric asked flexing his fingers in an attempt to regain some feeling of them.

"September 1st," Snape replied.

"Hm...hov do the students go to dis school?"

"They go by train."

"Ah...trains..." Elric mused remembering all the times he had to use a train to transverse during his journey to regain his brother's body. A lot of those times made him grumble in dismay at how 'eventful' they were. "If ve vere to go dere nov, hov vould ve get dere?"

"Two ways, floo powder or apparition."

"Vell it be alright if I go py train..." Edward asked, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach for some strange reason at the mention of the mode of transportation. He didn't even know what they are or how they get a person from point a to point b. All he needs is some normalcy at this point. "I do not dink my stomach could handle anything elze at dis point."

"Hey, it's him!"

"You're right, George!"

"Boys come back, don't run!"

Elric and Snape's heads turned to see the Weasley Twins running towards their table. Their sights focused on Elric. "Mr. Elric!"

"Fred, George, are you poth finished vith your shopping?" Elric asked as both boys stood in front of him. They were holding onto the same books he bought for them earlier.

"We are taking a break." Fred started off saying.

"Getting a quick lunch before we continue." George continued on saying.

"How much longer are."

"You going to stay here?"

"I am chust going to eat my lunch and leaffe," Elric said as a waiter came and gave him and Snape's food.

"Excuse me?"

Looking over the top of the twins, Elric saw a woman that looked similar to the twins. Their mother perhaps...

Fred and George turned around to see their mother standing behind them. They could see Charlie standing along side of their mother, and the rest of their siblings were are the other side of the pub.

"Ja?"

"Are you the one that bought the twins their books?" Mrs. Weasley asked she stared at the young man. He seemed far different than what the twins had told her. She would have assumed by their talk, which mostly compromised of a Mr. Elric being a huge bookworm, intelligent beyond comprehension, vastly knowledgeable in Alchemy and not even from the area by the sounds of it. An old age magic that the only person she knew that branch of magic is Dumbledore.

"Mrs. Weasley..." Snape stated, catching the older woman out of her thoughts.

Mrs. Weasley broke out of her thoughts and saw who was sitting with Elric. Her eyes widened at the sight of Snape. "Oh, Professor Snape, I didn't see you there."

Elric shot Snape a look which made the Potion's Master bite back a snarky remark. "This Edward Elric, he will be teaching Alchemy the upcoming year. He was the one that bought your...boys...their books."

"We told you." The twins said to their mother, then they turned their attention back to Elric. "Mr. Elric, this is our mum and that is our brother Charlie."

Elric gave him a short wave. "Hello. You must pe Fred and George's mother, and you are...Charlie right?"

"Ah yes er...Professor Elric." Charlie replied unnerved by Elric's golden colored eyes. He has seen different colored eyes but that is because a good friend of his could turn her eyes into whatever color she wanted them to be. Elric eyes seemed...different. Not in a sense of color but the emotions that range within them. Or lack of for that matter. His accent didn't help for that matter.

Elric waved him off about the title. "I do not like dat term...makes me feel like...."

Elric shook his head as his mind shifted towards memories that made him feel pissed off or a huge sense of dread. "Mr. Elric vill do for nov...Is dere zomething you need?"

"We wanted to say." Fred began.

"Thanks for buying us." George continued.

"Our books." Fred and George finished together. "We promise to study the books you got us to get into your class."

"Heh, dat inclutes all of your clazes, especially...Brofesor Snape class." Elric pointed at Snape, his nose scrunched up when he said Snape's title. "Dat zounted zo veird...pozions vill help you further on your studies in alchemy."

"Really?" Charlie, Fred, and George asked at the same time.

"Really."

-.-

"I'll come by within the week to give you your tickets to the train," Severus said as he and Edward left the Leaky Cauldron. He is helping Edward carrying Xerxes cage as Edward held onto his suitcase, Xerxes items and a paper bag that contained the blonde's dinner for that night. "If you have any more questions, write a letter and have your owl mail it to me."

"Hov vill Xerxes knov where to go precisely?" Edward asked as they crossed the street.

"It is one of the many secrets that this world holds, Mr. Elric." Snape droned.

Edward eyed him from the corner of his eye, scrutinizing him. Several moments later, Edward snorted and looked away from him. "I vill figure it out one vay or another."

Severus' lips curled back in hidden mirth. "Of course, Mr. Elric."

"Could you stop calling me dat!" Edward huffed out while he rolled his eyes. "I do not like it ven my friends calling me dat."

Severus stared at Edward momentarily before he looked away and changed the subject. "Do you have anything you need to ask before we part ways?"

"Vill my letters be monidored?" Edward asked in a low mummer that his lips barely moved as he spoke.

"As long as you do no make it obvious and to not inform anyone that could use it towards their advantage," Severus responded just as quietly. "Am I to assume you are going to tell your brother?"

"Hm..." Edward grinned weakly. "Vat vill be the rebercuzions if ve get caught?"

"Considering that he is your brother, an alchemist and part of a world where no magic exists, just like you." Severus thought over the situation in his mind. What would usually happen involves going to court, or having your mind obliterated. The current case is...different. This time, it is dealing with people that are from a country that has no trace of magic but they deal with something far different. This country, Amestris, have alchemists and it is public knowledge. From what Edward had told him, everyone knows about alchemy and it is not exactly a secret. Unlike the Magical World where everything about magic is hidden away from anyone that does not have a magical background. "Ensure he does not speak it to anyone else about this...However there is the possibility that the government will attempt to read your letters..."

"Do not vorry about dat last part." Edward grinned, a glint of mischief sparkled in his eyes.

Severus stared at Edward wondering if he should be worried for a second. "You already thought of something didn't you?"

"It is zomething dat alchemist knov and share," Edward explained to Severus. "Ve all vrite in a ferze dat ve only understand."

"What?"

Edward only laughed as he quickly picked up his pace when he saw his hotel in the distance. "Dink of alchemy as a...riddle."

Severus only shook his head as he also quickens his pace. "Are all alchemist like you?"

"Combared to all the other alchemist I knov...I am rather normal...zort of..." Edward laughed.

"I am going to regret this aren't I...how normal are they?" Severus asked, deeply regretted when he saw Edward stop walking and shiver excessively.

"You do not vant to knov." Edward shivered in total fear. "Zo much sparkle..."

"Sparkle?"

"You do not vant to knov..."

-.-

 Al...

 Winry...

 Granny...

 Hawkeye and Mustang...

Edward sat at the desk that was in his hotel room writing letter after letter, to his loved ones and close friends. The letters covered about his travels so far and only sharing the bare minimum depending on who he was writing to. Some of the letters seemed straightforward or seemed like total gibberish. The only thing was, to someone with an alchemy background will know that the letter that seemed straightforward is total gibberish and the one that is gibberish is straightforward.

Edward looked over his shoulder to see the open window and the curtains are softly billowing by the wind. He had let Xerxes out for the night to allow the owl to stretch his wings and look for a quick midnight snack. Resting his chin on the palm of his left hand, Edward allowed his mind to wonder. Just how is he going to go about teaching a bunch of kids alchemy when they come from a total and different background than him. They all grew up in an environment filled with magic or not knowing about magic and alchemy. At least back in Amestris, everyone had some knowledge of what alchemy is. Here... Nope. Zip. Nada. Zilch.

Picking up the letter that is to be sent to his brother, Edward quickly wrote for some advice about said situation. On how he should go about it. If he does not find a way soon, those kids are going to end up the middle of nowhere. Only given a knife and a riddle to solve... That would only lead to problems on both sides.

'I knew I should not have agreed to this.' Edward thought dropping the pen he was using against the desk.

Plop. Plop.

Something hit the back of Edward's head and it quickly landed on the floor. Edward blinked trying to comprehend what just happened. He turned around to see Xerxes sitting on the bed staring at him and down at the floor repeatedly. Looking down, Edward saw something soft and... oh, Truth...

"GUAH!" Edward screamed and jumped on top of his chair in fright. "Stupid bird, what the hell!"

On the floor is a small mouse staring up at Edward with wide eyes.

-.-

Several countries away...

Alphonse Elric sat crossed legged in the middle of a forest, his eyes closed, shoulders loose and a look of total concentration. Like a switch, one of his eyes cracked open looking out in a seemingly random direction. "Hm...seems like Brother is having a good time."

"What was that Alphonse-sama?"

"Nothing Mei."

-.-

"I wonder what that idiot is doing now?" Winry said to herself as she works on her latest blueprints of an automail someone had ordered for her to make. Her mind did not seem to be fully into it as she kept thinking about her...fiancé. She only shook her head at the thought, Edward asking her to marry him and she agreeing to it. "About time Edward...about time."

"He better come back home in the same shape he left or I'm calling it off." Winry seethed under her breath, tightly holding up her trusty wrench menacingly.

-.-

"Where is it...?" Granny Pinako looked through box after box inside her home. Looking for something she had packed away for safe keeping and perhaps for a future use. Said use is coming up the next spring or summer, and her only hope is that what is in the box managed to survive after so many years being away from the sunlight. "Here it is."

Pinako pulled out a box that was well over her height and brought it out towards the light. With a cutter, she opened the box and attentively took out the contents of the box. A photo album, a small decorative pillow, a velvet box and finally...a white wedding dress. "Good as new."

-.-

"Sir..."

"No."

"Sir."

"You can't make me."

Click.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. Yes, you do."

Roy Mustang picked up a pen and continued off with his paperwork that was way overdue. His second in command inwardly smiled as she put away her gun and went back to doing her own paperwork. In one or more occasion, Riza would catch Roy staring at her and to ensure he would go back to his work she would pull out her gun. Needless to say, Roy still hasn't gotten the message.

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