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deepperplexity · 1 month ago

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Prompt 6: Wrapped Tightly [OS]

Pairing: Young Severus Snape x Young Female Hufflepuff You

Set in: Year Seven of Yours and Severus’s Hogwarts time

POV: Second, Reader

A/N: I wanted to write something sweet, something cute, something fun and warming in a one-shot to take a little break from the serials of Brandon, Gruber, and Turpin that I have going on so far this Rickmas so here we are with a young Snape 🥰 Now, it was supposed to be short but… umh, yeah… 👀 P.S the potion in this story is completely made up.

Also, side note, we had a family Christmas crafts day at work (the library) today and there was so much happening I feel like I've been in a whirlwind and I need to finish tomorrow's prompt but I'm all drained after the super-energy at work 😅

Tags/TW’s: Mutual Secret Pining, Young Love, First Kiss, Hand Holding, Knight In Shining Armour Vibes, Illegal Potion Making, Rule Breaking, Sneaking Around After Curfew, Disastrous Potion, Slight Banter/Teasing (fun kind!), Nervousness, Low Self-esteem

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name | Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Word Count: 4.6k

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Wrapped Tightly

Your hands ached, your mind solely focused on counting the stirs of the cauldron. …forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one… On and on it went, you would count until you hit eighty-three and then stir the potion counter-clockwise sixteen times before setting it to simmer for the upcoming eleven hours — perfectly timed for when you’d return from breakfast the day after. You’d have to get an early breakfast to make it in time but curfew was coming closer for this Friday evening so you had no choice but to make it at this time.

What you were doing wasn’t exactly allowed, but then again, no great things are discovered or created by strictly following rules and regulations, right? There, switch to counter-clockwise and one, two, three, four, five… It was a relief to move your arms in the opposite direction while you focused on counting — trying not to let the potentially disastrous outcome of brewing an illegal potion in a restricted tower of your school could yield; especially if the potion didn’t go as planned.

You pulled the wooden spoon of honey-waxed oak out of the potion at the exact right time, staring into the still-swirling potion for any signs of it changing colour for a long minute. It did not, and you let out a sigh of relief. The icy blue liquid was thick and white fumes with what looked like minuscule crystals wafted up from the cauldron as you adjusted the burner beneath it. Nothing happened, the potion remained the same and you clapped your hands giddily.

Before leaving the cold room with a slight shimmer to their walls as the fumes filled the space, you cast another three secrecy charms and a trespass hex for good measure. Rather someone gets a bit of a headache than discovering what you were up to, honestly.

The clock struck nine, the giant clock tower not far from the tower you occupied boomed it out and you closed the door to get yourself back to Hufflepuff quarters. You were on the wrong end of the school, and at the top of it which also happened to be opposite to where your dormitory was. Hufflepuff wasn’t as deep down as Slytherin in the dungeons but still, like the badger representing your house, you were down below.

You sneaked down the swirling staircase of stone, staying close to the inner wall, and made sure to keep your steps light and quiet. The curfew was in effect and now, with the halls lit with more candles and dressed in sparkly globes of magical ice, your reflection could be spotted as well if a teacher on patrol happened to pass nearby.

“Miss Y/l/n,” came a quiet voice and you halted while stiffening. “Perhaps you should take a left, lest you run into old Filch in a minute,” it continued as you turned your head only to find Sir Nicholas peaking his head out from the wall, literally just the head and the tiny flap of skin holding it attached to his shoulders which were hidden within the wall or perhaps behind it — you weren’t sure how thick the walls actually were. “Sir Nicholas,” you whispered. “Aren’t you supposed to be on the teachers’ side?” He smirked, his moustache twitching. “Oh, I like a good joke as much as anyone and what you’re brewing will be a fantastic one.”

You scrunched your brows. What you were brewing wasn’t intended for any joke. “What do you mean?” “Come now, he’s nearly here.” You looked around. “I can’t walk through walls,” you whisper-hissed. “No, but you can open the door,” he chuckled and disappeared. Door, what door? “In here,” came a voice you knew all too well. Your heart quickened at the dark drone and you looked slightly behind you. “Severus?” “Come on,” he said and a hand shot out through the wall— no, through a crack in the wall that suddenly opened wider. A hidden passage? I thought I’d found all— woah! You got yanked through the second your hand landed in his and darkness wrapped tightly around you along with stale air and an eerie quietness.

He pulled you closer, you stumbled on the uneven stone floor and planted your face against his harsh chest in the process of nearly falling face-first. He smelled too good. Sage, peppermint, and a scent all his own. Your heart leapt anew and your pulse quickened rapidly. “Sch,” he hissed as you were about to apologise for stumbling into him.

Footsteps moved past the other side of the wall— erh, door. You both stood absolutely still and you could not help but inhale his scent deeply, feeling that ever-growing warmth in your gut once more — as you did each time you lay eyes on the young man who a year ago had fully caught your attention when he saved you from a potion about to explode in class. It hadn’t been your potion, but the benchmate you sat next to. Had Severus not pulled you away and down from the bench next to you on the other side you would have ended up in the Hospital Wing for weeks, like Mr Biscy (the boy who was brewing) had.

You’d liked Severus before that, mostly by his appearance and this strange allure he had. You’d chalked it up to the bad-boy-vibes and the utter lack of interest he seemed to hold in anyone — even the world — and that was something you were fascinated by. Fine, alright, given your badger status, you were also quite happy to make friends and drag those friends along for the crazy ride that was life. To see people realise how not docile Hufflepuff people were was like the icing on the cake, to be honest.

“He’s gone,” Severus said, the dark drone even deeper with your head so close to his chest. You almost whined a complaint as he let your hand go and stepped back. Your eyes had adjusted to the darker space but it was still hard to see much of anything. “Thanks,” you said with a wide smile. “Why are you out beyond curfew?” he asked, and you could have sworn his brow arched and his face hardened a smidge. He was so pale and his hair and clothes so dark that the features were actually visible even in the gloomy space. “Wouldn’t you like to know."” “I would not have asked otherwise.”

You rolled your eyes, the saying going over his head apparently. “It’s my business. I could ask you the same question, you know.” “True.” He turned and began walking, you followed quickly. "But I am not the one nearly caught. Good for you Nicholas told me.” “Wait, he told you? What did he tell you?” Please, nothing about the potion for Merlin's sake. “That you were about to get caught by Filch. I can come out of that unscathed, you, however, could not.” The drawl of his voice nearly sounded smug.

You knew the squib and Severus had some strange form of friendship, or even a bond perhaps, but there was never a chance for you to ask anything about it. Hell, you barely got a chance to ever speak to or even be this close to Severus — he was a bloody expert at keeping distances… Annoying. You couldn’t quite bring yourself to admit that you truly fancied him, because there was no happiness to come from that given Severus barely acknowledged anyone's existence — yours included.

“There should be rules about teacher pets,” you said quietly. “True. It would not have any effect on the caretaker of Hogwarts, though. Would it?” he said, again, a hint of smugness to his voice you could not quite remember ever having heard before. “You’re awfully smug, bit of a git behaviour that,” you said in a we’re-talking-about-the-weather kind of voice. “Smug? No.” “Then, what?” He stopped, you nearly crashed into his back before he looked over his shoulder at you. “Happy…” he murmured before speeding off in long strides while your brain misfired and your legs had to start sprinting on instinct to follow the leader - so to speak - as you had no idea where you were or where the small hallway was taking you.

Happy? Why happy? Have I never heard him happy before? I don’t think I have. Why is he happy though? Is it me— pfth, don’t be daft. But why? You caught up to him as your brain fired thoughts at you in rapid form. “Happy?” you asked. “Why? What makes you happy? I love it, but why?” you rambled while walking as fast as your shorter legs would carry you. Severus took such long strides you had to fight to keep up as the hallway twisted and turned, sometimes going down a few steps, and sometimes going up.

“I could help you,” he said quietly, his words barely audible. “Help me? Well, yeah, Filch would have caught me so I’m very thankful for the help.” It looked as if he nodded at your words but you weren’t quite sure in the gloom. Come on, get him talking, this is your chance! But Severus beat you to it. “Why are you… sparkling?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

You held out your hands and arms, well, shit, you hadn’t thought about the fumes sticking to you as well as the surrounding area. “Erh, glitter bomb?” Severus snorted. “Sure, glitter bomb. Engineer a better excuse.” “Unicorn farted on me?” you said with a whitheld laugh. “Better. Try again.” What, no laugh out of that? “Fine, a Christmas elf sprayed me.” He sighed. “Try again. Careful, steep drop here,” he said right after and slowed his steps.

Severus stepped down, turning him a few inches shorter than you which looked so odd. “Here,” he said, holding out his hand. You hesitated for a moment while your fingers tingled with the prospect of getting to hold his hand. You grabbed on, he took a sturdy grip with those long fingers, and you stepped down the high step with a bit of manoeuvring. “Where are we?” you asked and he released you. “Almost by Hufflepuff.” “What?” “Yes.” “But we were over on—” “Hogwarts has many passages and secrets.” Severus glanced back at you. “Now, another, better, excuse.” How about the truth? “Alright, I was brewing the Dragon Ice potion and the fumes got all over the place.”

Severus halted, you crashed into his back with an oomph! and a thud. “You what?” he asked, turning to face you. “Brewing the Dragon Ice potion—” He grabbed your upper arms. “Are you completely out of your mind?!” he hissed. “Where’s the potion? Where are you doing it?” “Southwest tower, the restricted one with the—” “Idiot. Come on,” he said with exasperation and annoyance mixed with urgency. “What? No, it’s not done until eight in the morning, it’s simmering for—” “For eleven hours as per the recipe in the restricted section, yes, but that’s the incorrect recipe!” he snarled, grabbing your hand and pulling you back the way you came.

You dug your heels in. “What? But it says the same thing in all three books,” you said, halting all movement. “Yes, and they are all incorrect to keep people from brewing it!” “What?” you asked, worry beginning to gnaw in your gut despite the warmth and absolute joy it was to have Severus so close. “What will happ—” “It will explode, turn everything in close vicinity to ice.” “You say that as if you’ve done it before.” “I have, and I learned,” he said. “You’re about to learn that you don’t brew dangerous, illegal potions at school where, if things go wrong, the evidence is in everyone’s faces. Y/n, what were you thinking?” he asked, anger and frustration seeped through his voice but he was not quite mean to you. “I need the money.” “So brew less dangerous potions!” “No, I need a lot of money.” “Don’t we all…” he muttered

“Come on, we need to break the potion cycle before it turns half the castle into an ice cube.” “Wait, what?” He jerked on your arm and you both began moving again. “Yes. The fumes are already turning your clothes hard, aren’t they?” When you thought about it, yes, your cloak felt stiffer than usual and your skirt wasn’t moving as swiftly around your thighs. “I’m becoming ice?” There had been no bloody warning about that in the books. Severus snorted. “No, of course not. It’s more like your clothes being covered in frost, not ice. It stops after a few minutes. The potion, however, is another matter.”

You both walked at a brisk pace all the way back to where you came from. Sir Nicholas appeared just in time when you reached the wall that was really a door. “Back so soon?” “Dragon Ice,” Severus said, and Sir Nicholas smiled and chuckled so his head nearly toppled to one side. “Yes, quite the jester our Miss Y/l/n.” He glanced at me with weird eyes of mischief one usually didn’t see in them. “It will be so much fun when—” “No, Sir, it’s the wrong recipe, half the castle will turn to ice if it explodes. And it will.” Sir Nicholas stiffened. “Oh dear, Miss. Quite the pickle we’re in now.” But there was definitely mischief in his eyes, it looked wrong on this specific ghost but not in a necessarily bad way.

He floated backwards, out of the wall, and then reappeared again. “All safe, onward mighty students, to stop the botched potion!” he said with fanfare as if you two were knights in shiny armour. It was endearing but the bravado was a bit too much at the moment. “Let’s go, Severus said and pushed open the wall— door, before grabbing your hand anew and pulling you close behind him toward the entrance to the tower.

You started up the swirling stairs, rushing up them. Truth be told, it was hard to be fast when Severus held your hand, but you had no incline to let go. Who knew, perhaps you’d never get to feel his fingers squeeze around yours ever again after tonight? It felt as if you were in a whirlwind — there was so much happening that you barely had time to reflect on the fact that you were with Severus, holding his hand, nearly running with him and that he’d spoken more to you in the past fifteen minutes in one go than ever before. And he said he was happy… But you had no time to think any more of it as you reached the door.

“Good hex,” he said, grabbing at his forehead with his free hand while you drew out your wand and undid it. “Thanks, it was in—” “Uncomfortable Spells For Protection, restricted section.” You chuckled. “Yeah.” “And here I was, thinking you badgers were sweet, none rebellious creatures,” he said, that smug sound in his voice once more but now you knew better. “Aren’t you serpents supposed to be greedy, evil people? Not ones to help those in need with diffusing disaster potions and keeping people out of harm?” “Touché.”

You chuckled before pushing the door open with the back of your wand-holding hand and arm. “Shit,” Severus said, seeing the room filled with a blue-tinted fog that wasn’t at all the type of fumes you’d left it filled with not too long ago. “It didn’t look like—” But Severus let go of you and rushed toward the cauldron, looking into it and interrupting you. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” he muttered before starting to search through the pockets of his robe. “Where is it, where is it?” he muttered further as you moved closer in the freezing room with walls, ceiling and floor covered in a thin sheet of ice and small icicles were forming across the ceiling, too.

“Well, this is bad,” you said, not sure if you were panicking or having a laugh at the whole thing. “Yes, bad, very bad,” Severus muttered distractedly, still searching his robes. “Maybe we should get a teacher?” “No, this will not end well for us.” “Us? You haven’t done—” “I’m here, aren’t I?” True… “But you haven’t done anything, you can go to the dungeons while I get a teacher.” “No time for— Shit! It’s going!” Severus snarled, nearly tearing his clothes apart when ripping at the pockets.

Panic surged through you as the cauldron began trembling and creaking while the potion swirled like a whirlpool. A very beautiful whirlpool of glitter, silver, and blue. But ominous. “Get out, Y/n!” “No way!” you shouted back. “This is my fault!” “We’ll be pop-sickles in a minute!” Had the situation not been so grave you would have burst out laughing. But Severus looked far too serious. “We’ll melt eventually!” you shouted over the sudden storm-like winds spinning around the room, coming from the cauldron. Small flecks of ice scratched at your skin and forced you to squint.

Severus grabbed his wand, shouted something, and a small cluster of purple twigs with white leaves flew from a pocket and into his hand. “Get down!” he ordered and you ducked as he threw the material into the cauldron before covering you with his own body. Your heart hammered, your pulse raced and in the midst of whatever was going on with the potion and dire situation you were in some bizarre form of heaven with Severus holding you tight while half laying over you to protect your head and back was there too, wrapping itself tightly around your heart.

The cauldron exploded. You gasped and whimpered from the shattering sound before the noise of splattering liquid came a second later. Another second passed and quietness took over. No more storming winds, no creaking cauldron. Only the odd dripping noise now and then along with the drumming of your own pulse in your ears and the feel of Severus’s heart against your back with his harsh breathing fanning over the top of your head.

After another moment you both straightened. The room was an absolute mess of darkly blue goo. A dense liquid closer to slime than anything else covered everything, including the wide-eyed Severus standing before you. He had protected you from most of it. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice gruff and low. You nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” you replied while looking around the room before landing back on him again. “You’re not though, your hair, it’s turning blue…” “Blue?!” He reached up and grabbed at the long black strands turning blue from root to tip like the black lake freezing over.

“It’s not so bad—” He gusted out a harsh breath through his nose while glaring at you. “Not, so, bad?” he snarled. “I’m blue, Y/n. Blue.” You couldn’t stop the giggle as all that had been black on him turned blue. A vibrant blue to boot. “It’s pretty, very, umh, Christmasy,” you said, endeavouring to hold back the laughing. But, in your defence, he looked like a blue gnome with porcelain skin. “Christmas is red and green, if you’ve not noticed.” “No, it can be any colour you—” “By Merlin, if you say one more word about it I will hex you, Y/n.” “Well—” you stepped closer, loosening the tightly gripping fingers out of his own hair “—hex away if it makes you feel better, I owe you big time for this… I mean, I could have been blue. Can you imagine a vibrantly blue badger? Nope, nope, nope. Blue snakes exist, so, no worries there.” “Pacifying me with facts, are we?” he asked, but he seemed less angered and softer as you brushed away some blue hair from his face and adjusted the now blue coat that had been askew.

Looking up at him, you found his onyx eyes mesmerising. He looked slightly alarmed, but there was something to say for being the focus of his attention. Your heart certainly had a say about it, it galloped along like reindeer across the Christmas night sky rushing to bring the sleigh of Santa all around the globe.

“Purple,” you said. “Purple?” “Plum purple, now that would suit you splendidly. Perfectly matchable with black, too, mind you.” He arched a brow. “Plum purple?” You nodded. “Make plum juice next time then, badger.” “Next time?” you asked, your knees turning slightly wobbly. His eyes hardened and widened a bit at the same time. “Or not, not like I care either way.”

His voice trembled ever so slightly, a lightness to it — as if he was suddenly embarrassed or something along those lines. You were too occupied with wondering what he meant to think much of it.

“You know, it’s not nice to say you’ll stick around if you have no plan to do it. I keep my friends, forever. Unless they do something shitty I can’t forgive,” you said. He glanced away for a second and then looked back at you. “Well, I wasn’t suggesting friendship.” You tilted your head, trying with all your might to understand if he was rejecting you despite having helped you immensely or if this was his way of saying he felt something for you as you certainly did for him. You had hinted at it, you had tried to get closer to him — but Severus, well, he wasn’t one to allow distances to shrink.

“Severus, are you saying I should keep my distance or are you asking me out on a Christmas date?” you asked, throwing caution to the wind and diving in head first. The blue hair shimmered as he glanced all around the room except at you. “Maybe…” he muttered, redness creeping up along his neck and covering the tips of his ears peaking through the still-moist hair.

You sighed, trying to find his gaze with your own. “Maybe what? Maybe a date? At Madam Puddifoots next weekend with some sweet treats and hot drinks in the corner booth?” “Something like that, perhaps…” His voice was so deep, so low, you barely heard him. “Will you still be blue? Should I match?” you asked, unable to hide the warmth and giddiness in your voice despite trying to lighten the mood as the poor bloke seemed absolutely stressed about the potential of going on a date. Pfth, it's probably more just talking and being with someone and admitting to feelings and all that stuff but bloody hell I am right now damn thankful for potions going wrong.

Severus still hadn’t said anything, he just looked at you. “Well? Will you still be blue?” “Are you— Are you making fun of me now?” he asked and the depth of his voice turned uncertain. “Absolutely not.” “You will go on a date, in public, with me?” he asked, his features tight but his eyes soft. Better be clear here… “Yes.” “I didn’t think you actually liked me.” “I’ve been trying to show that for a year now, you're very difficult, you know.” “Too difficult?” “HA! There is no such thing as someone too difficult to love, Severus.” “Love?” he asked, alarmed. “Well, I’ve had a crush on you since Biscy nearly landed me in the Hospital Wing with his potion exploding.” Severus snorted. “How he messed up so grandly I’ll never understand.” “Perhaps not, but you noticed before anyone else did. I’ve always found you interesting, you know.” “Have you?”

You smirked, wiggling your eyebrows at him while the atmosphere softened and eased. “Well, yeah, I’m a friend collector and I always want to rope in as many kinds of friends as possible — you certainly are one of a kind, helpful, too.” “Why does that sound incredibly ominous, badger?” “��cus it is. And if you’re my boyfriend, well, all the more fun things I can rope you into doing. Do you think failing a Dragon Ice potion is the only mischief I’ve ever been up to?” you asked, laughter and mirth in your voice as Severus’s eyes widened in alarm. “I believe I am about to find out…” “We badgers are on a whole other level. Like the time the cups turned into mice in the great hall, that was us. The singing trees in the dungeons, also us. The ice rink in the hallway on the fourth floor, also us. Remember that time everyone started floating about as if gravity went haywire?” Severus nodded. “Well, that was me. Who knew messing with gravitational spells to create a new one could make such a bloody mess of everything?” “Anyone with two brain cells to combine,” he snarked and you smirked at him, he wasn’t serious or harsh about it — it sounded as if he were joking with you, to be honest.

“Think you can handle it?” you asked, stepping closer. “Obviously. I may be blue, but we’re alive and the castle is whole, no thanks to you.” Severus looked down at you as you inched even closer, feeling all tingly as his eyes warmed a bit. “So, knight in shiny armour it is,” you said, grabbing his hand and squeezing. He arched a brow, not impressed apparently. “Shiny armour?” “Ugh, fine, black knight,” you conceded and reached up on your toes.

Before he could react, or step back, you planted your wanting lips atop his and kissed him with everything you believed he could handle. It wasn’t your first kiss, but it certainly appeared to be his as he stiffened and did not so much as soften his lips — it was sweet, endearing even. When you leaned back he looked paler than a ghost but he didn’t appear to particularly dislike what you’d done.

He stared at you for a long moment while your hands warmed each other. “You kissed me,” he said, eventually. You smiled widely. “Supplying me with facts?” “I wasn’t prepared.” “Oh, shall I do it again on the count of three?” you asked, joking and smirking at him. His eyes flickered from yours to your lips and then up again. “If— If you want to…” His ears turned scarlet red at that and your heart absolutely melted. “Three, two, one,” you said quietly as you leaned closer and then you kissed him again. This time, he softened and tentatively kissed you back while his hand turned utterly warm around your own.

When the kiss broke, Severus seemed as shocked as before. “You did it.” “Well, yes, I wanted to,” you said brightly. “Now, will you still be blue for our date and the breakfast tomorrow?” “No. It will pass in about six hours with a good shower and new clothes.” “So no matching then,” you said with a smile. “And no plum purple,” he replied. You laughed as he smiled carefully. “You’re quite the hoot, you know that?” “Perhaps you hit your head when you ducked?” You laughed again. “Perhaps, perhaps, but at least my head isn’t blue.” “Touché,” he replied before turning to look at the mess of the room. “This will take time to undo,” he continued. “Nah, a few spells and we’re good. On toward the next mischief.”

You never did tell him why you brewed the potion, or why you needed the money only illegal and dangerous potions to sell could bring in. That was a future discussion; if the relationship led to something more serious. For now, you’d enjoy a Christmas with the Slytherin you’d wanted for over a year — even if he were currently very blue you had no qualms about kissing him for a third time when he undid his cloak and rolled up his sleeves to help with the cleaning. The fact he stiffened and his ears reddened this time, too, only made you feel as if he was the sweetest thing that you’d eventually corrupt with shenanigans, of course.

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A/N: Well, this was fun 🥰👏 It really was supposed to be a short thing, just like a small tidbit of fun teenage shenanigans and then boom - inspiration hits and you gotta type type type 😂👌

I hope you’re enjoying this first week of Rickmas - which character is your favourite to read about when it comes to Alan? 😍❤

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peppermintquartz · 2 months ago

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Prompt idea: The 118 and 217 are at the same incident a few weeks after the break up, and both Buck and Tommy hear over the radio that there's a firefighter down.

Neither of them wait to hear who it is, but they both IMMEDIATELY think it's each other and freak out, running to find each other.

The words 'firefighter down, sixth floor' are scarcely out of the radio and Buck is already pulling on his helmet and mask, running into the burning building, Eddie following while yelling to Bobby where they're headed.

Bobby doesn't even try to call them back. Everyone on shift knows why Buck is racing into the structure while it is still stable. They're working Alpha side, while on Charlie side the 217 was evacuating those trapped on the higher floors.

The flames have yet to spread down this side of the building. Buck and Eddie take the stairs on the north side, neither talking until they're on the correct floor, and everything is dim and smoky.

"I don't see anyone," Eddie calls out.

"Clockwise," Buck says. They've just taken a corner when they see them - one figure clad in turnouts, sprawled on the floor, a broken beam next to his head and another lying across his legs.

Eddie runs to their comrade. "Come on."

"Evan?"

Buck swivels around and he can breathe again.

It's Tommy along with another from the 217. Tommy takes in the scene and instantly goes to help Eddie lift the heavy beam. Buck calls in the scene, and with the other from 217 they drag the unconscious firefighter free of the beam.

They watch the ambulance peel off, and Eddie makes himself scarce.

Tommy turns to look at Buck. "I'm glad it wasn't you," he says simply.

"Me too," says Buck. Then he clears his throat. "I mean, I'm glad it wasn't you either."

The gaping chasm of what they used to be yawns between them. Buck inhales and exhales. "See you around, Tommy."

"See you around, Buck."

"... Tommy?"

"Yeah?" Tommy looks at him. His eyes are suspiciously bright.

Buck stares at him. It's unfair how beautiful Tommy looks, streaked with soot. An absolute beast of a man in his turnouts. His heart pounds, heavy in his chest, as if it wants to break free of its cage to get to where it wants to be.

"Buck?"

"Don't call me that," Buck says. He means to say it as a demand. It comes out pained. "Please. If I mean anything to you - if these six months meant anything - don't call me that."

Tommy takes in a shuddering breath. The activity around them is noisy, but Buck still hears Tommy's assent. "Okay. Take care of yourself, Evan."

Maybe it's unfair to ask this of Tommy, Buck knows, but he thinks that perhaps he deserves this bit of selfishness.

#bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #tevan #hmm this reads really clumsily #anyone more familiar with firefighting lingo please help me out #pq writes

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idkwhatever580 · 6 months ago

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Avengers Team Night- Natasha

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader romantic. Avengers x reader platonic

Prompt: what I think Nat would choose for her night on the avengers bonding nights.

Warnings: swearing, lmk if I need to add any more!

A/N: disclaimer, this is what I personally think they would do. So if it isn’t what you pictured I apologize :)

Nobody’s pov

As everyone fills into the main living room they stand and wait for instruction.

As they look around they see that the couches that are usually all facing the tv are now facing inwards towards each other so that everyone can talk.

Nat comes out and says

“Everybody pick a spot. If I have to move you I will so behave”

Tony pitches in

“Ooh what are we doing? Playing spin the bottle?”

Natasha quickly shuts him down and says

“No. We’re sitting down. Now behave or I’ll put you in timeout.”

Steve wants to laugh but he knows better than to rest Natasha’s patience.

They all start to sit down.

(The squares are the couch cushions to separate them lol. I thought it would be easier to draw it and take a picture rather than try to explain)

Thor pitches in and says

“What are we doing today lady Natasha?”

She smiles and says

“We’re gonna talk. About our greatest fears. And nobody is going to judge. No laughing. No comments. Just support. We won’t be making fun of their fears even if you think it is trivial because you wouldn’t want them to make fun of your fear.”

Some groans go across the room. Mainly the guys. But some of them are oddly quiet. Tony hasn’t said a word since Natasha started and you’re impressed.

Wanda speaks up and says

“Who’s going first?”

Nat shrugs her shoulders and says

“We could go at it any way. Youngest to oldest. Oldest to youngest. Pick someone and go clockwise. Take turns as we feel called”

Steve says

“I wouldn’t want to pressure anybody into anything so I think taking turns as we feel comfortable is a good one”

Y/n’s pov

Nat nods her head and I smile. We kind of sit awkwardly for a bit and then Thor says

“I’ll go.”

We smile at him and all wait patiently.

“My biggest fear would be if I was not worthy.”

We listen intently but he doesn’t go on any further and Nat says

“Do you want to explain or go deeper into that?”

He sighs as he nods his head and readjusts his posture a bit.

“I guess I do not know why I feel this way. I have just always been told that Thor is worthy. But what is Thor if not worthy?”

I smile and get an idea. So I say

“He’s a friend.”

Wanda smiles at me and nods her head and joins in

“He’s funny”

Bucky pitches in

“He is strong”

Tony smiles and says

“He is family”

While we are all saying these things Thor smiles and says

“Thank you.”

Nat shakes her head and says

“You know. Thor I don’t think being worthy is dictated by a hammer. I think it is dictated by your heart. It doesn’t matter how strong you are. If you do not have a good heart then you are not worthy. And let me tell you this. You have a good heart.”

He tears up a bit and he says

“Thank you. I think my turn is done now”

We nod our heads and let him be finished.

Bruce gets some courage and says

“I think my fear is the big guy taking control and not being able to get it back. I mean. You’ve seen how he is. And it is sometimes hard for me to get back out. It’s a constant battle.”

A lot of us nod our heads understanding the battling self aspect. Steve says

“Maybe if you weren’t always fighting with him it would be easier yes? If you could work with him somehow then the both of you could live harmoniously and not have as many problems.”

Bruce nods his head and takes the information. But he kind of shuts down and we move on.

I grab Nat’s hand since I’m trying to gain the courage to take a turn.

Yelena starts speaking before I can even gain an ounce of courage

“I guess I am afraid of men. Or whatever”

I smile and say

“Wanna unpack that?”

She shakes her head and I nod mine. I don’t need much to know why she doesn’t want to talk about it. And that’s okay.

Nat then says

“Who’s next?”

I sign and say

“I’ll go.”

They all look at me and I kind of shrink up.

But Nat’s reaffirming hand on my thigh helps me. I take a breath and say

“My biggest fear is change. I don’t like change. I don’t like not having control over every aspect of my life. It’s hard. And scary.”

They all nod and Steve says

“You know change is inevitable, but I won’t lie. You’re right about it being scary. When I came out of the ice I remember they tried to ease me into it. But they made a wrong choice of radio station because the game that was playing I had been to. So I knew something was wrong and I freaked out. It was hard for me to transition into this world. Sometimes it still is hard.”

Bucky chimes in

“Yeah. When all we knew was one thing and we were suddenly thrust into a world with a completely different view it was terrifying. But we make do.”

Yelena speaks up

“When I was freed I didn’t know what to do with myself. I bought a jacket with a million pockets on it because it was the first thing that was mine and only mine. But I’ve learned to embrace the change. Don’t get me wrong I still hate it. But when I take a second to breathe I see the beauty in change.”

I smile and nod my head.

“Thanks guys”

A few of the other avengers take their turns and then Clint says

“I’m going to just say it. I’m afraid of clowns.”

Tony looks at him and says

“Clowns? Like circus clowns?”

I give Tony a death stare to remind him that we’re not judging and he nods. Clint goes on to say

“Yeah. I grew up in a circus. It’s kind of ironic. But they just terrify me.”

I nod my head and we finish up with Tony.

“I don’t have any fears”

We all glare at him and Nat says

“Everyone is scared of something. It’s okay you can be honest. This is a sage space”

Tony sighs and says

“Okay fine… I guess I am afraid of something.”

Thor says

“What is it?”

He bites his cheek and says

“I am afraid… of losing the thing I love most.”

Bruce accidentally judges like we said we wouldn’t do and he says

“What? Your a.i.?”

Tony shakes his head and says

“You guys. I’m afraid that I will never be strong enough. And one day you will all leave me because I am not good enough.”

We look at him and say

“Oh tony we would never leave you. You are family.”

Pietro pitches in and says

“Ohana means family. And family sticks together.”

Tiny nods his head and says

“When we had that big fight about the accords those years ago I was terrified. So scared that all of you would realize that what we were doing was a lose lose situation so you would just give up on me. Like my parents did.”

Nat shakes her head and says

“We love you Tony. And we might have had fights before but we’re able to put our differences aside now. We are family. And we won’t leave you. And you are enough”

We all end up in a group hug which is super warm and comfy considering I am next to Thor (the expert hugger) and we all just start talking back and forth until we decide we should go to bed.

I grab Nat’s hand and say

“That was a good pick for team night baby”

She smiles and says

“Thank you Detka. Now. About your fear of change, could I ask you something that might scare you?”

I tense up a bit as we enter our shared room and say

“Sure.”

She smiles and says

“I’ve been thinking…”

I cut her off and say

“That’s never good”

She smacks my shoulder as I laugh a bit and then she continues

“As I was saying, I’ve been thinking we should get a cat!”

My eyebrows raise up high and I say

“A cat?”

She nods her head and says

“We’ve been together for a while now and I just want a fur baby with you.”

I smile and say

“Okay. But I’m not cleaning its litter box!”

She smiles and says

“Oh alright.”

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A/n: I hope y’all liked it!! It took way too long for me to finish 😔😭

Taglist

@ilovesnat @ihartnat @marvelnatasha12346 @moistblobfish @justarandomreaderxoxo @lovelyy-moonlight @symp4nat

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #fanfic #natasha x reader #avengers #fanfiction #black widow #mcu #wanda maximoff #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tony stark #bruce banner #yelena belova #thor odinson #vision #pietro maximoff

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roostersup · 3 months ago

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Garreth Weasley Fest

my #garrethweasleyfest24 submission- a short story titled:

I Told You So.

My prompt was: -Modern College! AU Academic rivalry

word count: 1164

FULL STORY BELOW! I hope you enjoy!!

“A new transfer student? And why should I care?” Garreth carefully added the last drop of Horklup juice into the cauldron, and watched as the whole thing turned pink. He grinned as he straightened back up, turning towards his ever present friend.

“They’re in your department-” Leander continued, “And they’re supposed to be something of a genius.”

“Again, why should I care?” He removed his goggles from his face, watching his potion out of the corner of his eye to make sure it didn’t boil over.

“Well I thought you might be interested to know about your new competition-” The other boy said with a smirk.

“Competition?! Please. You said the same thing when Cressida Bloom transferred to the Potions department, and look where she is now- gone. Back to Herbology where she belongs.”

“Which is also a great department.” Leander said, his tone a little hostile. He was in fact one of the representatives for his department.

“Of course mate-” Garreth reached out and placed a hand on the other boy’s shoulder. “No one said that it wasn’t.”

He moved back over towards his work.

“But this-” he gestured to his work station “-this is where the real academic excellence is at!”

His potion had gone from pink to purple, and was now sending up waves of green smoke.

“Is it supposed to be doing that?” Leander asked, his nose scrunched up.

“Yup!” Garreth responded, putting his goggles back on.

After putting his eye protection back on he stirred the mixture counter clockwise for a minute, and then added the 3rd to last ingredient. With a pinch of ashwinder egg dust the liquid turned back to pink, but with a much more vibrant hue. Then the smoke turned gray and clouded around them like a storm. This was turning out exactly as he wanted it.

“Well you should be careful nonetheless. Even if you think you’re above the new student you might find yourself slipping with a rival prodding at you from down below.”

Garreth ignored him, continuing to finish his work. Once he added the pearl dust and rose petals it would be just about-

“You shouldn’t add those two together-” a voice said from the other side of his work station.

Both boys looked up, a person barely visible in the haze of his potions vapors.

Garreth scoffed. “And who are you to tell me that? As far as I can see you aren’t a professor.”

He was annoyed at this random person for trying to correct him, but honestly he hoped that it wasn’t a professor- he couldn’t really tell between the goggles and smoke. He only had one female professor though and he was pretty sure this random girl wasn’t her.

“Well both of those are very powerful ingredients when it comes to making a love potion- which is what I assume you are working on by the smoke. If you add them both it may not turn out how you would like it.”

He scoffed again. “Just because everyone else is too small minded to add them both doesn’t mean that it's not going to turn out. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish working on my thesis.”

“Suit yourself-” And he watched through the smoke as she grabbed a large tray and held it over her person. What was that all about?

Garreth shook himself of the annoying girl and focussed back on his potion. He was a little bit more annoyed though as he noticed Leander take a step back from him. Ugh, everyone here just didn’t understand his genius.

He grabbed his ingredients again; one in each hand. Then he sprinkled each onto opposite ends of the cauldron just like he had read about. Adding them at the same time was risky, yes, but if he got this to work he would be able to create the strongest love potions in the world- theoretically. It's just that both needed to settle before they came in contact with each other. If they stayed separate then the potions would become twice as strong, but if they didn’t-

A huge BOOM sounded right before him, causing his ears to ring. Then immediately after the entire contents of his potions blasted out of his cauldron- spraying everything within a 2 foot radius. Garreth dropped to the ground, the failed love potion coating his entire person.

He heard muffled screams of surprise from all around him, but his ears weren’t quite working yet. He tried to look around, but everything was just a big pink and sticky mess. Then he reached up to grab his goggles, slippery from the potions. He took them off, tossing them to the side in frustration.

Garreth was going to attempt to get up, when the person holding the now pink tray brought down their shield. His eyes went wide as he saw her clearly for the first time. She had curly black hair that was tied up in two buns at the top of her head, two strands pulled out and hanging at her face. There was a pair of goggles similar to his own (minus the pink) that she brought off her face and up to her head. Her eyes were a bright beautiful brown that perfectly matched the hue of her skin. She was by far the prettiest girl he had ever seen and she… was saying something to him.

“WHAT??” he called out, his voice sounding muffled in his own head.

She rolled her eyes and he saw her pull out her wand and move it around above the pink goo that now coated his work station. He tried to get to his feet, but slipped around a few times before he got a grip on the edge of the table. By the time he was standing again she was already gone.

“I should have moved farther back-” Leander’s voice said from behind him. It was still more muffled than usual but the ringing had stopped so Garreth could make it out. Garreth turned towards him, seeing that his friend’s t-shirt had been sprayed pink.

“Leander-” he said, moving to grab onto his arms. The other boy made a disgusted face as Garreth’s pink hands made prints on him. “Who was that girl??”

“Girl?”

“Yes! The one who was holding the tray!”

Leander smirked, and removed Garreth’s hands. He brushed off the handprints as much as he could before he looked back up at him.

“Well funny enough, that’s who I was telling you about.”

“What?” Garreth said, his head tilted.

“That-” Leander pointed towards where the girl had gone. “Was your new rival.”

Garreth looked up with wide eyes and then quickly turned back to his station. He made his way over to his cauldron, slipping but not falling into the pink mess below his feet. He leaned over the top of the table, looking to where she had left her message. Then he smirked as he read aloud-

I told you so.

#garrethweasleyfest #garrethweasleyfest24 #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley #academic rivals #leander prewett

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randomfoggytiger · 2 months ago

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Prompt: "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you"

"The Magician at Nine"

Fictober Special

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They were ridiculous, made up in splotchy dollar store paint and feathers. Every other block Scully slid her ruined fingers through the weepy black patches around his eyes; every other block he halted under her ministrations, grinned, and traded their pirate and buccaneer hats back and forth.

"We should have waited for tomorrow," he teased, batting away a feather leaning, catching, itching, under his nose, "our getup would have been half off."

"Mm. But then it wouldn't be Halloween." This was important to her, inexplicably important. She'd abandoned her report, clicked her heels to Mulder's room, and whisked him away to town-- to a small party store she's seen, driving from the morgue. They'd barely scrambled together a costume, let alone two, when the spooks and ghouls and fairies swarmed down the streets in a rush.

Mulder paused, abandoned a half-formed thought. Instead, he watched her sweep a black smudge on his cheek, eye her thumb, and rub the excess away on her palm. "Scully...."

"What, Mulder?" The pirate hat was swallowing her head, was likely tickling her partner in the face with its obnoxious, uncontrollable feather. If only the paint would rub away--

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

She froze, contemplating, as three little pumpkins and their parents floated by with glowing green lanterns. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Mulder's skin awash in that sickly illumination, as pale and sweaty as Death. Then it was gone. "How do you see me?"

He shrugged. "I... think you were born to be black and white."

He was not, she knew, referring to her fatal collapse, to Fellig's burning hand and madness. "Like the silver screen?"

"Yeah." It was a flippant dodge. But Mulder changed his mind, again: reaching up, he danced a finger clockwise in his ruined paint job; and, reaching down, he drew this finger across her cheek in a slash. "Like... that."

Scully knew he was speaking to her, writing a labyrinthine answer in his strange, tender artwork. But how to decipher it.... She watched his eyes shift with his mood, watched as second guesses began to replace his former whimsy.

"I always had a soft spot for Maureen O'Hara." Lifting the pirate hat up and off, she nudged at his arm. Trade you.

"Myrna Loye?" Transaction completed, they walked slowly onward. "Rita Hayworth?"

"That wasn't her natural hair color, Mulder."

He raised his eyebrows, smiling in a truly superior way; and she shoved his shoulder, shaking loose a squeaky laugh. Nearly laughing herself, in turn. "Shut up, Mulder."

He did not, in fact, shut up. But he did surprise her: his soiled fingers disappeared into a coat pocket and returned topside, pinching a tiny white handkerchief between them-- which he handed over, comically, like a peace flag.

"For me?" Of course it was for her. "Where'd that come from?"

"Didn't I tell you, Scully?" They both tried to dust each other off, swipes turning into smudged and faded smears as the night darkened around them. "I was actually a magician."

Hm, she thought, busying herself with her work. You are.

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Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober24.

#txf #fic #Happy Halloween #mine #randomfoggytiger's fic #I got just enough inspiration to do your prompt anon!#hope you have fun!#xf fanfic #xfiles #x-files #the x files

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clockwise-works · 14 days ago

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Hmm this might be a weird word to request but maybe 'eyeshadow'? 👁️ 👁️ I bet you can come up with something for it

And if you can't, maybe 'colour' :^)

Staring ahead at her reflection in the mirror, Mipha leaned forward and tilted her head ever so slightly to the left, then to the right. In response her ear fins’ jewelry -a well-worn sapphire set gifted years ago from her father- swayed back and forth, eventually falling back to their resting state. The soft crackle of a vinyl record drifted through the room, a familiar Christmas tune playing warmly in the background. It was a process all too familiar to her, but one Mipha always made time for. You never wish to present yourself to others with offset jewelry, her mother would always murmur whenever aiding a young Mipha with her jewelry, the now grown Zora keeping to this routine. Looks about as even as I can get it, she thought to herself.

With a satisfied hum, Mipha sat back into her chair and reached down to one of many drawers in her vanity desk. She pulled it open, small bottles of half-empty nail polish rattled all around in response, the soft clinking of glass settling as her fingers brushed over the familiar shapes. Her collection -or what was left of it after many years of use- had been a gift from her late mother and had seen Mipha through so many moments, big and small.

Picking out a shade of off white and inspecting the amount in the bottle, Mipha caught the sound of footsteps approaching, paired with a somehow off-key hum that wavered along to the record playing in the background. She paused and listened for a second, a slight smile crossing Mipha’s face as the humming grew louder with the song’s closing notes, before unscrewing the bottle and setting it down.

As Mipha dabbed the cap’s brush into the bottle, the footsteps came to a stop behind her. In the mirror she caught a glimpse of Link, his hands slipping beneath his collar to free his long blond hair, letting it fall back into place. “You got enough?” he asked, leaning forward slightly to glance at the bottle as she applied the polish. The loose bangs framing his face momentarily drifted into her view, and he quickly tucked them back, clearing the way for her.

“I believe so,” Mipha answered, continuing her work before pausing to hold out her hand and inspect the polish. She then glanced up at Link, seeking a second opinion, and the Hylian gave an approving nod as his gaze overlooked her neatly painted nails. “But I doubt there will be enough left after tonight,” she added with a small smile, trading off the brush to her other hand.

Link watched silently as she worked, Mipha in-between nails occasionally stirring the brush along the far edges of the bottle to get as much out of the polish as she could. “You kept the empty bottles, right?” Link then asked, his voice breaking the quiet. “We can probably get them refilled if you want.”

As she listened to his suggestion, Mipha finished the last stroke of the brush across her nail and set the cap loosely upon the bottle. Her eyes lingered on the now-empty polish, neglecting to check over her work before speaking. “I still have them. All of them,” she said softly, her tone thoughtful. “Refilling them, though…” She trailed off, shaking her head faintly before picking up the bottle and twisting the cap shut, putting it away with all the others. “I wouldn’t even know where to start, and besides, they’re probably worth more than we’re willing to spend right now.”

“Yeahhhh that’s true,” His words carried a reluctant edge, followed by a quiet breath, his gaze shifting to her nails. “They turned out nice,” he added, reaching around her to grab the lipstick from the edge of the vanity, holding it out to her. “Still, not the worst idea to keep in mind.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, taking the lipstick with a small hum. She twisted it open and looked back at her reflection, leaning forward for a better view. Just as she raised it to her lips, Mipha paused, catching his reflection in the mirror. “I presume you’re ready, then? Or are you just that captivated watching me ready myself?”

“All set,” Link replied with ease, brushing his hand down his blue Rito-crafted tunic, its feathered insulation designed for warmth and adorned with the subtle elegance of a Zora crest over the chest. Still, his gaze lingered for a moment longer, tracing the way her insulated blue and silver dress fit comfortably against her form, designed to allow her gills to breathe and her fins to move freely. The shimmering fabric caught the light subtly, the matching Zora crest a quiet detail that tied them together.

Realizing he had let his gaze linger a beat too long, Link cleared his throat softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Are you, uh, almost ready? Mom said the party starts at two…” he asked, his tone careful before quickly adding, “I mean, not that you need to rush or anything. You look… really great, by the way. Love the dress.” His fingers fidgeted briefly at his side before he stilled them, an awkward cough escaping his mouth.

Mipha’s lips paused mid-purse, the compliment momentarily throwing her off as she glanced at his reflection again. A hint of color warmed her cheeks, but she quickly recovered, finishing the stroke of lipstick with deliberate care. Twisting the cap shut with a soft click, she smiled faintly at his reflection. “Thank you, Link,” she said, her voice quieter than usual as she cleared her own throat softly. Her gaze lingered on her reflection for a moment longer before she blinked, seeming to refocus. “I’m just about done.”

As she began gathering the scattered bottles and small containers around her, Mipha shifted a little to the left, leaving just enough space on the vanity for Link to step in. Without a word, he reached for the lipstick she had just set down, opening the nearby drawer to place it back in its usual spot. Their movements were seamless, instinctive, like steps in a practiced dance.

Sliding the drawer open, Link’s fingers paused over a small, neatly tucked container in the corner. It wasn’t one he recognized from Mipha’s mother’s set, the polished bottles and delicate jewelry he knew she treasured carefully arranged nearby. Picking it up, he turned the unfamiliar container over in his hand before a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “Heh, remember this?”

Mipha glanced over, her gaze shifting briefly from the mess of beauty products before her to the eyeshadow in his hand. She smiled softly and reached for it, taking the container from him with careful fingers. “Of course. Your grandmother gifted it to me a few years ago.” Turning the container over, she continued. “It’s a shame this brand isn’t made with scales in mind, it’s such a lovely color.”

Link tilted his head slightly, watching as she studied it. “If it’s not part of your mom’s set, why keep it here?” he asked, his tone curious but gentle.

Mipha paused, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the container as her gaze drifted to the drawer. A soft smile began to form, thoughtful and unhurried. She placed the eyeshadow back beside the polished bottles with deliberate care, the faint clink of glass breaking the quiet. Straightening, Mipha’s reflection caught the light, and her golden eyes met Link’s in the mirror. “Because it’s right where it belongs,” she said, her voice quiet but certain. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

#Merry Christmas Snail #I somehow got both prompts #but MAN do I need to sleep #and I still have two more #miphlink #mipha #link #clockwise writes #asks #can you tell i know nothing about makeup. i had to read the eyeshadow wiki jusy to double check my work

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skyloftian-nutcase · 8 months ago

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Three?

Link never imagined that all three generations of his family would be traveling together on an adventure, yet here he was with his father and son. Koden signed eagerly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he pointed at the sky and made an excited noise. Abel watched the boy a moment, taking longer to register his phrasing while Link looked up and smiled at the rainbow his son had pointed out.

#you ask skye answers #lovely clockwise works #abel #age of calamity link #aoc link #writing prompt #writing #legend of zelda #it took me so long to settle on a name for the miphlink kid lol

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inkinmyheartandonthepage · 3 months ago

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Spells Home

Prompt 11 of Flufftober is Spells & Ingredients. I hope you enjoy my take and you can read it here on Ao3.

“What’s next, Buck?” Christopher Diaz asked eagerly where he was pressed up against Buck’s side.

Eddie watched with fondness as Buck adjusted his grip around Christopher’s waist, keeping him steady on the stool he was standing on. The move was so natural, one that Eddie had witnessed in the Diaz home many, many times since Buck had come into their lives. But here in the Grant-Nash home, it made something in Eddie stomach flutter, warmth filling his cheeks.

“Maddie?” Buck asked, looking to his sister.

Maddie ran a finger across the page of the well-worn notebook she had that sat open on the kitchen island. “Okay. It says to stir clockwise until it changes colour.”

Buck placed a wooden spoon into the pot and started stirring as he was instructed too.

“What colour is going to turn?” Harry asked eagerly, standing on his tip-toes.

“It should turn to burgundy,” Maddie said with a smile.

Harry, Christopher, Denny and May all leaned in closer to the pot on the stove top.

They were gathered at the Grant-Nash home for no other reason than to spend time with one another. Life had been relatively calm for a few months now and the group that had become had a family over the years were taking advantage of that. Each first responder new how life could be upheaved in an instant and none were taking it for granted.

It had been the perfect day. The weather was warm and pleasant, and they had all eaten the wonderful lunch that Bobby had cooked for them outside in the sunshine. There had been no rush, everyone lounging around and enjoying the company of one another.

The kids had drifted off at some point, to go and play. Buck and Maddie had gone inside to get a drink and it was at some point that Eddie realised they hadn’t come back. He had turned in his seat, eyes searching through the open doors for the Buckley siblings. His heart had stuttered in his chest when he found Maddie, Buck, Christopher, Denny, Harry, and May crowded around the stove top.

“They’re doing magic,” Eddie said softly, his heart fluttering at the sight.

The table grew quiet, and Eddie heard everyone shifting in their seats to get a better look.

It had come as shock to the team when Maddie and Buck had quietly shared with them one quiet night (not an un-similar gathering to the one they had now) a couple of years after their first meeting them that they were witches. Eddie would have thought it a prank had it not been for the way Maddie and Buck had made flower petals they had plucked from Athena’s garden dance between their open palms.

It had explained a few odd things that they had noticed about the Buckley siblings but had kindly ignored.

It had been Athena who had stepped forward first that night, taking one of their hands each in her own and giving them a tight squeeze.

“Thank you, for sharing this with us,” Athena had said, her voice thick with emotions.

Relief had gone through the two siblings as they both had fallen into the hug that Athena pulled them into. The rest, of course, had quickly followed. Since that night, the team had witnessed Buck and Maddie do small magic, but they still mostly kept it to themselves. Nobody ever pushed them to share their gifts with them, just let them share things at their own pace.

Except for today. Today they stood in the Grant-Nash kitchen, creating a potion from scratch with the kids crowded around them, seemingly at ease.

“It’s working!” Chris cried out in delight.

“Whoa!” Harry and Denny breathed in unison.

“Now what?” May asked.

“Now,” Maddie said, reaching for a small dish that was sitting on the kitchen island. “We put in three pinches of holly that was harvested and ground under the new moon.” Carefully she dropped three pinches of ground holly into the pot. “Buck, five more stirs.”

Buck stirred five more times before removing the wooden spoon from the pot.

“It’s changing again!” Denny cried out. “Whoa! It’s turning blue!”

“Wait for it,” Buck said, his own eagerness shining through his voice.

Eddie couldn’t help but grin when all the kid exclaimed loudly, talking over one another as they all tried to get a better look.

“Okay, careful,” Buck said. “Everyone careful. Maddie, have you got the watering can?”

Maddie placed a watering can on the kitchen island. “Ready.”

Buck had lifted the pot from the stove and Eddie watched as his biceps flexed as he lifted it and carefully poured the now clear water into the watering can. When it was filled, Buck replaced the pot back on the stove and lifted the watering can.

“Alright, everyone outside. Come on.”

The kids raced outside, Maddie and Buck following at a slower pace, smiles on their faces.

Eddie shifted in his chair as he followed the Buckley siblings out of the house and into the garden. He saw everyone else doing the same, sitting higher in their chairs as they watched. He knew he wasn’t the only one who desperately wanted to join the kids, to see what Maddie and Buck had created with their magic. But he didn’t want to startle them and so he stayed seated.

Buck started watering Athena’s plants, drops raining down and soaking into the earth.

“Oh my,” Athena gasped, leaning forward eagerly.

Delight and awe rushed through Eddie as he watched.

The flowers that Athena had planted started to bloom. The grew sharper in colour, the petals growing thicker and bolder until they were unfurling.

“Oh my god,” Karen gasped.

As the petals of the flowers unfurled, Eddie could only gape as stunning butterflies of all colours flew from the centre, fluttering about the garden.

“They’re beautiful,” Hen breathed.

Eddie agreed.

The kids laughed with delight as swarms of butterflies fluttered in the sunshine, lazily drifting around the flowers and the kids. They landed on their heads and arms, their wings fluttering, and it looked like they were dispelling glitter that faded like mist in the morning.

But Eddie wasn’t focused on that. He was focused on Buck whose smile was so bright and free. He was crouched beside Christopher, their smiles identical as a butterfly landed on the edge of Chris’s glasses. Buck’s cheeks were flushed pink, his whole body relaxed, and Eddie had never seen him look more beautiful than he did in that moment.

“Dad! Dad come look!” Chris cried out.

Eddie pushed back his chair and stood, crossing to Chris in eager strides. He crouched down beside Buck and Christopher, grinning at them both. A butterfly floated between them, wings flapping lazily. He and Christopher tracked the movement, watching as it fluttered between them, the fading glitter only adding to the magic of what was happening.

Eddie had never been a believer in the supernatural, but he had always believed in Buck.

“They’re beautiful,” Eddie said, catching Buck’s eye.

Buck flushed pink, ducking his head. “It’s, uh, the first spell Maddie ever showed me.”

“This is amazing,” Athena said.

Eddie dragged his gaze from Buck to see that Hen, Chimney, Bobby, Athena, Hen, and Karen had joined them in the garden. Chimney had his arm wrapped around Maddie’s shoulder, tucking her into his side and looking at her like she was made of the same magic that the butterflies were.

“You’re both amazing,” Athena said gently but firmly, looking between both the siblings.

Maddie leaned more into Chimney’s side, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

When Eddie looked to Buck, he saw his best friends’ cheeks were flushed, his own eyes sparkling. Buck looked up sharply when a hand landed on his shoulder, leaning back as he looked up at Bobby who was smiling down at Buck like a proud father.

“You’re always welcome to use our kitchen,” Bobby said. “For whatever potions you need to create or if you just want to practice. Our home is always open for you.”

“To both of you,” Athena added.

Buck stood from his crouch beside Chris, wrapping Bobby in a tight hug. “Thank you.”

Surrounded by the butterflies and their family, Eddie was so overwhelming glad that he had brought Chris to L.A and that they had found their way to Buck. Their lives were better with the man in them. It felt like magic and maybe it had been. But that didn’t matter. They had Buck and that was all the magic they needed.

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