#inspired fic

Inspired from fic (The Color in Your Eyes)

I just finished the latest chapter for my Athenide fic! And I made a chapter cover for Truth and Loyalties first meeting.

Warnings: Swearing?

Additional information: Inspired lightly, Pheobe is head cannoned to wear a tux (she'd slay one fr)

Requested by: @centracks (lysm)

Little Halloween microfic, inspired by The Conjuring 👻😘 Thank @cluelesspigeons for beta reading it 😎

Harry sensed the house was evil. As soon as they stepped inside, his body vibrated in a bad way, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge.  He kept a polite smile as he greeted the family, though. The poor woman wasn't aware of the ghost behind her, one hand gripping her shoulder like a predator with its prey. 

"Welcome! Thank you for coming," the husband said as he shook Draco's hand. 

"Your wife told us about some problems with the house?" Draco asked as he looked around. 

Harry listened to their story, distracted. Frames had fallen off the wall. Weird smells had been filling the house at night. And every night, at exactly two forty-six, three bangs could be heard echoing around the house. Apparently, the bangs continued until the early hours of dawn.  Draco explained his suspicions that the knocks were probably to curse the Holy Trinity and immediately the couple gasped. 

Harry wandered further  in the house and as he headed to the kitchen, he saw three little girls. They were scared to death, half of their meal still on the table in front of them, almost untouched. 

"Hello!" Harry smiled. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter." 

"Are you going to help us?" the youngest girl asked, hugging her teddy tightly. 

"I will." He nodded. "And who are you?" 

"This is Emma, the oldest," the mother, Gina, answered instead, "Stella and Tina are the youngest." 

The girls sat up proudly. Harry smiled with joy at them when suddenly the shadow appeared behind the children, more specifically, behind Tina. Though they acted as if they couldn’t see it. The whole family was joking and the children were laughing. 

Harry glanced at Draco. "I need some fresh air," Harry said. 

"Come back in five. I'm preparing for the interview." Draco sat down on a chair, putting his bag on the table.

Harry took a big breath in as he walked outside, closing his eyes to take it all in. The house felt so stuffy inside. The ghost, the demon, had taken it all. And it wouldn’t leave the family. 

His heartbeat didn’t want to calm down. Harry knew he had to help. Even if after many years, after their last exorcism, he had promised himself to never do that again. He couldn’t help it. He had to protect these children. 

He walked back inside the house, trying hard to not let the evilness take him, and sat beside his husband. 

“Ready?” Draco asked everybody in the kitchen. The children were somewhere else, probably in the living room. 

“Whenever you are,” Harry said. 

He didn’t know that this interview would be the beginning of a long and hard journey for the family, and for himself. The demon looked directly at him, dark circles under itswhite eyes, saliva dripping from  his thin lips as his crooked smile revealed sharps and red teeth. Harry had never seen this in his entire life. The demon was horrible. 

They needed to prove it to the church and they needed to do it quickly. 

A/N: This one was emotionally jarring to write, but I hope you guys enjoy it! For real though, this song can be interpreted in so many different ways and I honestly hope I did it justice.

Series: Theseus Scamander x Harry's House

Song: As It Was

Word Count: 566

Warnings: Angsty (but has a happy ending), leaving your s/o

"Theseus, I mean it. They said it themselves, I don't belong here," You frowned, eyes filled with tears, "I can't…"

He took your face in his hands, gently wiping the tears away, "You belong here. With me."

Your breath hitched in your throat, "The Ministry… Grindlewald… You'd be an easy target. I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I'd never forgive myself."

"The Ministry has no law saying that a wizard can't wed a muggle. And Grindlewald… He won't make it very far in the end," Theseus said, taking a step even closer to you, "I won't get hurt, I promise."

"You can't promise that, Theseus," You said between sobs, "I don't want you to ruin your life because of me."

"A life without you isn't one I'd want to live, Y/N," Theseus shook his head, sloppily peppering your face with kisses, "I love you."

A small cry escaped your lips at his words and you fell forward into his chest, gripping his tweed jacket. Theseus stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead, murmering "I love you's" until you couldn't help but smile through the tears.

"I love you, too."

Theseus hadn't expected to fall in love with a muggle. But with a smile like that, it was hard to not fall in love with you.

"That's what makes this so hard."

His face fell as you backed away from him, "I can't do this to you, Thes. I can't."

"Y/N, no, please think about this. I love you, I'd do anything for me. Please, just stay. Look at me," He pleaded, grabbing your hand and twirling you back around to face him.

"Let me go, Thes," Your voice cracked, desperately wiping away your tears, "Let go."

His grip on your hand loosened and you pulled away, rushing out the front door of the flat, not bothering to grab your things. It was hard enough to break your heart, but to break his felt worse.

Theseus looked to his window, watching the pouring rain outside. He couldn't let you go like that.

With one look at the coat hook, he grabbed yours off the rack and ran after you, down three flights of stairs.

"Y/N!" He called out, taking the steps two at a time, steadying himself with the railing.

Watching as you walked through the double glass doors to the flats, he quickened his speed. Your heels clicked against the stone beneath your feet, the rain hammering down on you as you rushed to catch a taxi. Brushing your soaked hair out of your face, you held out a hand to the street.

Theseus out the double doors, rushing to where you stood on the sidewalk, your coat in his hands.

Turning towards him, he could hardly tell the difference between your tears and the rain.

"You forgot your coat," He began, with a stutter, "With all this rain…"

He held it out to you, his shoulders slumping in defeat when he realized that, just as you were, the coat was drenched from its exposure to the elements.

You couldn't help but laugh, trying to wipe the droplets of rain from your face. Soon enough, Theseus was laughing, too. Before the two of you knew it, your foreheads were pressed against one another.

"What are we going to do, Theseus?"

"We're going to make it work," He said, raising his voice so you could hear him, "Look, life is never going to be the same as it was before we met. But we can do it."

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars), Mandalorian Religion (Star Wars), Idiots in Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mand'alor Din Djarin, Love Confessions, Canon is a Sandbox and I am Here Summary:

In which Din has a very different experience dealing with the old gods.

"Well well well...what do we have here~?"

Lee Virgil! Ler Roman!

Roman had been looking for Virgil for a while and didn't know where he went. So he thought he might as well give the imagination a shot and look for him there. When he stepped inside it was peaceful and calm with all sorts of wildlife there, ones that not even scientists can comprehend. While walking for a bit he heard something in the distance. He started to run closer to the sound, not sure what it could be. But when he was a couple of feet away the noise was clear and it sounded like hysterical laughter and a bunch of curse words.

Roman took a deep breath and walked closer moving the vines and leaves to make out a clear view. After that he stood there surprised at what he was seeing, it was Virgil. He'd finally found him but he was tied up but the vines and leaves and getting tickled silly. His face bright red, tears flowing down his cheeks and his body squirming helplessly against the sensations. One thing he did not notice was that Virgil was indeed blindfolded by one of the large vines, that was odd the creative side thought.

Then he grinned. Roman knew that there were only a few reasons him and the sides came into the imagination. And that was to relax, to explore and to get tickled silly by all the magical plants.

"Well well well what do we have here~?" Roman said as he crossed his arms. Virgil even though he was a laughing mess he could still recognize the voice talking to him it was Roman. It made him blush even more knowing that he found him and that he was watching him cure his own lee mood. Virgil whined through his laughter clearly embarrassed.

The prince just laughed. "Awwe~ is poor Virge embarrassed~?"

"Nahahahahahah!!!" squeaked the emo side

"But your blushing so much and your cute lee mood got so unbearable that you had to come to the imagination it's self to help you~" Roman teased.

"S-shuhuhut uhuhuhuhupp!!!!" Virgil shouted

"Hey that isn't very nice, here why don't I help you" Roman grinned. Virgil didn't know what he meant by help until he was hit with incredibly unbearable teases.

"Whoes the cutest little lee~?" Roman cooed

"Whohohohohohoho????"

"Well that should be easy he's right in front of me laughing himself silly!"

"Ihihihim nahahahahahat cuhuhuuuute!!!!" Virgil squealed

"Ah ok, then do I have to prove it to you by making the tickles worse? Hmm~?"

"Sceheheheheheruhuhuhw YOHOHOHU!!" His laughter increased in volume the vines seemed to mainly focus on his belly, Roman probably had something to do with that. It's not like he was necessarily complaining anyway. He knew that Roman will help him clear his lee mood to the fullest and that made him excited.

"Do you wanna up the anty?" Roman asked. Virgil nodded. Something told Roman they'd be here for a while longer because someone hasn't received their full of tickles.