#James: Mmm...deer :)

[steam-beasts]

Hooray for James!

Happy 5/5!

[fandom-blackhole]

Episode 8 im ready to scream 🙃

Never ready for Winter in game, definitely not ready to see it in show 🥲

Give love and hate that they're making David's group religious, it fits so well and makes them so much more sour and nasty

Love that David is still fucking a creepy mf

Will you bury him? Will you?????

Troyyyyyyy my beloved, and now my beloathed

Gods be damned David is the definition of cult leader creepyyyyy

That is in fact INFECTED as shit

Joel is fucking ILLLLLLLLL

Lmak thats the funniest shit

Also im counting that rabbit for my bingo card

And there's the deer, I had to do that with a bow!

Also love how they kept it realistic as deer don't just fall over when shot they'll run for a bit

I love my daughter <3

You can't drag this back on your own. Fucking watch me bitch

Troy that was the dorkiest jog ever I love you

Literally screaminggggg Bella 100% has Ellie's winter attitude down pat

Ahhhh don't tell him your name!

Decent man???? Mmm nope

Some weird cult thing. Yuppp

I was a teacher. Yooooo David has been grooming since before the outbreak

I love that they mentioned Pittsburgh and how it fell like in the game

I hope that the infected find and go after ellie and David like in game

Ellie be prepared my child

Where do I put this? Well his ass typically but right there will do lmao

Oh shes laying down with himmmmmm

Ahhhhh he leaned into herrrr

I dont think thats deer 🙃

Yup not the deer

Love that they are beating down the revenge plot line, as if they're preparing for s2 or something

Oh fuck damnnnnn

Knew David was a bitch but damnnn

WHY DID HER NAME HAVE TO BE HANNAH, NOW IM GONNA THROW UPPPP

Seriously this fucker saying my name makes my stomach TURN

I love theyre showing the people eating bc you know its gonna be a big impact later for those who don't know

The wound looks a little better

Callus my beloved

I need ellie to say callus' name once just so I can knock it off my bingo card

Wllje if bird get disturbed like that it means something big or a group, RUN

Sense of mercy? Naw he's just a pedo

Do I despise James yes, but Troy is my beloved so I cant hate him

I like that they made Joel somewhat conscious

Run Callus Run

Troy's gonna be the one to kill callus I just know- ope I was right

RIP Callus you were a real one

Why am I more sad about callus' death in the show than in game, we had more of him in game 😭

Fucking knew they were gonna eat the horse too

Good thing ellie was smart enough to cover the door to the basement

That house straight up looks like its been burnt

Come on joel get uppppp, moveeeee

YEAHHHH

Be the man you are in game, wipe out EVERYONE

Also was that the combat music i heard?! Yessssssss

Why the fuck he smiling weirdo

I love ellie so much 🥰🥰

Ughh are we getting the- were getting the scene that awoken certain FEELINGS in me for the first time

Ohhhh the pipe, im in 7th heaven

CANNIBALSSS

I would have told you. GROOMERRRR 🚩🚩🚩🚩

You remind me of me. David fuucckkk youuu

Dude you're so gross I can't take it

Is this dude fucking worshipping cordyceps??

They need a father, you don't. Mmm debatable

Also shut the FUCK upppp 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

They will follow us. 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢

Break his fingerrrrrr, fuck him uppppppp, say my favorite lineee

SCRWAMMMINNGGGGGGGDJDIDKDIEKSKFBSKKX

The blizzard!!! The dings of being in the middle of a fight!!!!

My fight or flight has been triggered lmao

Joel about to show them the in game version of himself :):):)

Im gonna throw uppppp, im glad they showed Joel seeing that

Ope everyone hoping Pedro would kill Troy was wrong, love that Ellie their shared daughter did it

Ugghhhh the worst part if the game right here

Running from David in a burning building was nausea inducingggggg

And it is here too

Avoid the glass lmao!

Find a bottle!

Neither one of us is dying today. HahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHA

Get the CLEAVER CRAWLLLLL

The fighting is the part I like the most. fjsonfjskdn🤢🤢🤢🤢

Ok they made it clear as fucking day in the show that David was a pedoooooo, in game it wasn't so clear

He finally said itttnakfnsksldjxksp

What they aren't showing is that Joel murdered the whole town while looking for her :)

This episode was so fucking vile and perfect I hate it (not really but ughhhhh)

Trailer-

AHAHHAHA

We're finally gonna get Ellie's mom!!!!!

I swear to God the best scene in game better in the showwww

Ok ok ok The Last of Us episode 1 thoughts below!

• CLIMATE CHANGE?! (Love that honestly)

• Not me sobbing at the intro (I HOPED they'd do something like the games intro so this was a perfect surprise)

• Joels shirt is inside out 😭 (ok noticed this before it was mentioned)

• Let the man have his coffee Sarah

• Gabriel as tommy?! Sounds almost identical omggg

• The neighbors 😭 (oh I understand now.....)(I like how they changed the changing/infected neighbor scene)

• Desert Storm???? 👀

• Sarah fixing the watch instead of getting him a new one 🥺

• Sarah's backpack is so cute omg

• The dog 🥲

• "Drugs. I sell hard-core drugs." Happy screams

• Joel and his shitty movies smh (hope this is ref later with ellie and joels movie nights)

• Dammit Tommy, jail, really??

• Yo wtf grandma. No joke the cordyceps out of her mouth?!?!?

• The truck scene was done so welllllllllll

• Jimmy's place!!!

• The planes (OMFG THE PLANE)

• Ooo the car crash separating them, I approve

• These bitches CREEPY (Love that they have no fine motor control)

• Joel begging 🥲🥲🥲

• That is infact a small child (😭😭😭)(🥲🥲🥲)

• DONT YOU TWENTY YEARS LATER ME YOU BITCHES (both 2014 Hannah and 2023 Hannah)

Sarah's death was sadder here and I stand by that

• The amount of time it takes to change depending on where your bit poster is 👌👌👌

• Joel doing actual work in the QZ is kinda really funny to me (sewer maintenance) (now this is more like it....wait drug dealing??)

• MUSICCCCCCCC

• HANGING?????? IN THE QZ??? BY FEDRA???

• Tess 🥰🥰🥰

• Ooo truck battery and not guns (what about your guy?- He answers to me FUCK YEAH HE DOES....WAIT oh fuck explosion! Well fuck you anyway Robert)

•  ELLIE!! (SHE HAS HER EYEBROW SCAR! And her sense if humor) (veronica?) (unchain my child please)

• Oooo message operator! (TOMMY!) (Slavers 🤔)

• Joel planning a trip already is genius (wtf you doing drinking and doing pills?!)

• The watch 🥲

• Those walls are THIN or that baby is LOUD

• Marleneeeeeee

• I love all the yellow wires, ik in the game it was an obvious way to show you where to go, but u like that its been added to the show

• Oh damn, rip unnamed firefly Marlene talked too, you're dying in the capital (kim) (ope her ear)

• Tell me to look for the light and ill break your jaw 🥰🥰🥰

• Ellie getting water on her face lmao

• The knife 🥺

• Atleast the wrapped the handcuff so it wouldn't hurt her

• Don't talk about Riley bitch, I will fight you

• I like all the water dripping, good touch

• Joel talking construction 🥰🥰🥰

• Ok but that wallpaper in the hallway with the dead Robert, I want

• Well ellie you tried, but Joel is better

• Ellie is in fact feral, love her

• Give ellie her knife dammit (yes ellie I agree that was an asshole move)

• Ope don't mention Tommy

• What are they capable of?- alot ellie, alot

• You all talk it out but please remember I am bleeding out 😭😭😭

• God I love my husband

• Ellies shoes squishing 🤢

• Bill and Frank 🥺

• Your watch us broken 🥲

• Ok but why is all the wallpaper cute in this episode?!

• Ellie figuring out the radio code shes so smart i love her

• That door (or whatever you wanna call it) was hidden perfectly omg

• Worst time to take a piss (hahahahaha honestly fuck that guy)

• Pedro's eyes 😩 (oh fuck wait hes fucking that guy upppp)

• PTSD!!!

• THE RADIOOOOOOOOO

• THE RADIO AS IT PANS OVER THE CITY AND WE HEAR INFECTED?!? so good

• The trailer!

• The city landscapes 😩😩😩

• Frank!!!!

• There's no halfway with this, we finish what we started *indistinct screeching*

If you read all this PLEASE send me Joel thoughts, I wanna talk about my husband! Also if you want me to explain any of these ASK MEEEE!! Also, Also, I'll be doing this for every episode so if wanna be tagged in these just if be down 👉👈

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

You always get what you want

Warning: 18+

Have fun babies! ;)

Part 2

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Part 4

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You had been walking around the castle uncomfortably all day, stumbling in the hallways, clenching your legs together before regretting that move immediately and spreading your thighs apart again, all the while your boyfriend Sirius grinning at you, obviously content with your squirming. Nobody would suspect that you had a pussy plug lodged deep inside of your cum filled cunt, because Sirius is a kinky bastard like that. And a fucking tease, because that fucking toy is rubbing at your spot every chance it gets. Why had you agreed to doing this again? Ah yes, he is way too adorable to say no to. Do you regret it? Every. Damn. Time.

Right now you are in your potions class in the back of the room, your desk right next to Remus‘. He had watched you sit restlessly in your seat for nearly thirty minutes and tried to capture your eyes with his, but you were way to concentrated not to cum, to look in his direction. Finally you found a position that didn’t rub the pussy plug against all the pleasureable spots in your cunt and threw a quick glance in his direction. He was already watching you with confusion and a little concern, mouthing a „What the hell is up with you today“, making your cheeks heat up and you promptly look away again. It‘s not like you‘re gonna look at him and say „Hey Remmy, your stupid best friend fucked me silly all night long and wanted me to walk around with his cum in my pussy and now that pussy plug is rubbing against my clit. You wanna help maybe?“

Wait. What was that last part. You took a sharp breath. Fuck, that wasn‘t planed. You squeezed your eyes shut so hard you saw whole planets, no galaxies behind your lids and pressed your thighs together. Shit shit shit mental images of Remus‘ strong, veiny hands. His long thick fingers deep inside of your pussy, pushing out Sirius‘ cum. His other hand on your swollen clit, making you cum over and over again and fuc-

You must have made a noise, because suddenly everybody turned around to look at you. Fuck play it cool. You started coughing and squeaked out a I need to see the healer before you slid out of your seat and raced out of the classroom, ignoring Remus‘ concerned gaze. Fuck the plug was rubbing against you clit even more and after you shut the door you collapsed againt the brick wall, leaning your forehead against the cool surface and tried to calm the ache in your needy, wet, cum filled pussy. Fuck me.

After a few minutes of deep breaths and motivational monologues of how you‘re not gonna cum in the deserted hallways of Hogwarts, you decided to just go to the boys room and wait for Sirius there. You still need to fucking cum. You were in such a haste, that you forgot your bag in classroom, but didn‘t bother going back. Remus would bring it.

You had been laying down for some time now. Sirius should be back any minute now from his transfiguration class with James. Peter and Remus had plans for after class and James wanted to go bother Lily. You snorted at that, James that persistent prat. Everyone would be gone so you and Sirius would have the room to yourselves for at least two hours. All lot can be done in two hours, especially between the both of you. He’ll probably wear you out with overstimulation and plug you up again. No, you thought, if he wants to plug me up again, I’m gonna fucking peg him until he can’t walk anymore. You smiled at the thought, it wasn’t such a bad idea after all and Sirius would definitely give it a go. You were laying on your belly, one leg pushed up with your head resting on your arms. Sirius would clearly be able to see your pussy and finally fuck you. You didn‘t even bother to turn around when you heard the door open and shut closed again. Two bags were thrown on the floor. Yours and ..?

„Are you alright?“

Fuck its not Sirius and half of your bare ass is showing. You shot up into an upright position, face already flushing with embarrassment because Remus just saw your bare ass and oh my god you just want to dissolve. Evaporate. Anything. Oh and your pussy did absolutely not just clench when you heard that deep, smooth voice.

You gasped and rushed a „Oh my god, Remus! Uh, yes, yeah I‘m alright, my stomach just felt a little off I guess. Where‘s Sirius, he wanted to meet me here?“

Where the fuck is your boyfriend when you need him for once. You are gonna die if you don‘t cum soon. Why the hell is Remus here, didn‘t he have plans with Peter?

He regarded you with an intensity that you weren‘t used to, not from him, and spoke lowly, „James and he wanted to practice a bit for the upcoming Quidditch game. He told me to tell you when I met him in the common room.“ He was stepping closer while he talked and towered over your body, giving you a slow one-over that had you stuttering.

„Oh, um okay. I‘ll just go then, thank you for bringing my bag.“

„No, sit down darling. Are you sure that you‘re alright love? You look flushed. Here drink something.“

Your pussy clenched at his caring tone, your mind already slipping into your usual submissive headspace and you sat down, hands playing with your short skirt. He retrieved his water bottle from his bag and opened the cap, pressing the cool opening against you lips. You drank slowly, eyes looking into his, but he was to busy analyzing every detail of your face, eyes glazed over, sharp teeth chewing on his lower lip. He crouched infront of you and fuck even in that position his face is level with yours. He must have noticed too.

„Mm, I never noticed how small you are compared to me pup. C‘mon tell me why you have been squirmy all day, hm darling?“ His voice is so deep and soft and his bright, intelligent eyes are looking at you. You moved your head away from the bottle, a trail of water running down the corner of your glistening lips. His eyes never left that spot, only after you wiped the water away with the sleeves of your thin sweater.

„Jus‘ a little tired, s‘all.“

His eyes flashed devilishly and his lips twitched upwards. „Is that why you are walking all weird?“

Shit

„What? No, I‘m fine Rem, I don‘t know what you-“

„It‘s because Sirus fucked you sore all night isn‘t it? Fucked you until you couldn‘t cum anymore, fucked you so deep and hard that your pretty pussy got all sore? Glistening with your cum? Hm? Pup, look at me. C‘mon be a good girl f‘me.“ His tone was soft and nearly endearing, but god his words did something to you. Your legs clenched and your small hands gripped the fabric of your skirt tighter.

You look at him breathing heavily.

„Good puppy. Want to show Remmy your achy pussy, hm? Want me to make the belly ache go away?“

Fuck yes you wanted that. You wanted it so bad, it physically hurt. You were in so deep, you would do anything he asked of you.

„But Siri-“

Hands grabbed your jaw, caressing gently, pulling your face closed to his. Your nose is touching his, his body so close as he was crouching between your thighs.

„S’not my name pretty girl. Now do you wanna show me your pretty pussy? If not, I will stop and we will never talk about this again love, promise m‘not gonna be mad.“ The way he switched from his strict dom tone to the caring Remmy you knew for so long made you want him even more. And you always got what you wanted.

„Yes, Remus. I want this, I want you.“

He released you but stayed put between your legs.

„Go on, spread your legs wide open. I want to see you. Maybe I‘ll even touch your needy cunt.“ He pushed your legs up slightly, before pushing the sleeves of his jumper up, revealing veiny, muscular forearms. The scars on his callous skin made him more attractive and you ached to feel his skin on your own. Resting his arms on his crouched legs, he licked his lips slowly, looking at you expectantly. He didn‘t rush, letting you set the pace.

You leaned back against your elbows and spread your legs slowly, feeling the toy between your legs rub against your cum covered, sensitive walls. Your legs were pulled towards your body, knees apart and Remus took a sharp breath.

„Fuck, you are a naughty slut aren‘t you pup. Is this why you’re walk around like a new born deer? Because Sirius plugged you up?“ His fingers moved up to trail your fluttering pussy lips with his fingers. You gave a silent gasp, knees drawing together to trap his hand. His other hand pulled them apart pressing into your hip to keep you from moving. His hand pushed the toy in and out of your wet cunt and his face came closer to your bare pussy, breathing in deeply.

„Mmm, I can smell you both on your needy cunt. Let me have a taste darling, please?“

How could you say no to that soft smile and delicious plead?

„Remmy please help me, please touch me, please it hurts“

That was all the encouragement he needed, before he leaned in and smeared his nose on your swollen clit, eyes on yours to gauge your reaction. You moaned loudly, hands grasping at the bedsheets. One hand held you down by your belly, stroking the soft skin there and the other continued to play slowly with the toy. His tongue gave your clit little kitten licks, teasing you in slow circles. Suddenly he withdrew the pussy plug, making you gasp sharply at the sensation of Sirius‘ cum leaking out of your sore hole. He was kneeling now, face close to your clenching cunt, hot breath against your glistening skin. All of his patience gone, he licked a broad stripe from your asshole to your clit over and over again, strong hands on your belly keeping you pressed down into his mattress. Your hands grasped at his hands, intertwining them and you let out a loud moan, hips bucking against his face. He gripped your hands tight, his nose dragged against your clit in a fast pace, skilled tongue lapping up Sirius‘ cum that kept leaking out. He is sucking and licking at your pussy, growling lowly at the back of his throat, obviously delighted by the wonderful taste that was you and Sirius.

„There is more in your slutty cunt, isn‘t there puppy? Oi, look at me! There is more isn‘t there you slut, fuck, keep squeezing my fingers baby yes, c‘mon push out your boyfriends cum f‘me“

Your moans are getting louder and louder, hips dragging on his face in quick thrusts, basking in the vibrations of his voice against your clenching pussy lips. He took his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth sucking and licking at your pussy until every bit of cum vanished. He is a messy pleaser, not caring that his face is covered in your juices, hands squeezing yours to encourage you to ride his face. The knot in your stomach was building up and just as you were about to cum, he stopped.

„You taste so good baby, you are so good f’me. So good for your Remmy.“, he drawled smiling at you from between your spread thighs. Remus stood up and hooked his hands under your armpits, flipping your body on your belly.

„On your knees pretty girl“

You obeyed, pulling your knees up and pushing your ass towards him, arching your back as low as possible. Believe it or not, Sirius had taught you that. Your boyfriend is quite flexible, when he wants to be. You thought that he‘d continue fingering you, but the taller boy had other plans. Dirtier and more devilish than you could have imagined. He leaned down. Draping himself across your back, his clothed chest against your clothed back, easily engulfing your smaller body with his and pressed his lips on your ear. Somehow the fact that you were still dressed made everything better. You felt like a sexy vixen with only your school skirt flipped over, showing your privates.

„You little slut, did you enjoy walking around with cum in your pussy? Hm? Does that make you hot? I bet you wouldn‘t care who it belongs to. Now I‘m gonna fuck my cum deep into your little pussy and you are going to take all of it, you hear me? Then I‘m going to plug you up nice n‘ full.“

„Fuck me Remus please, gimme your cum, please make me cum“

You were so desperate your didn‘t even know if you wanted to cum first or make him cum. You only knew that you needed cock and if it was Remus who made you orgasm, you would gladly let him.

„Dirty whore, letting your boyfriends best mate suck on your pretty pussy. Letting him fill you up nice n‘ full. Bet Sirius won‘t even notice, but you will know. When he takes out your pussy plug and you see my cum leak out of your pussy, will that make you wet puppy? Will you tell him it‘s my cum he is licking out of your dirty pussy hmm?“

You could only whimper at that, so deep in your lusty haze that you didn‘t care about Sirius right now. Rubbing your ass against his hard cock you whined.

„Please, god, please Remmy“

His cock was dragging up and down, leaking little beads of precum, rubbing against you clit. He positioned his cock at your hole and slowly pushed in, nice enough to give you a few moments to get used to the stretch of your pussy. Slowly he fucked you deep, the veins on his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. He went faster when you started moaning and clenching around him, desperate for release that‘s been building up in your belly the entire day. He is fucking you in a punishing pace, one hand on your hip pulling you to meet his thrusts and the other at the back of your head, pushing your head onto his pillows, that smelled just like him and made you even wetter.

„Mmmhh, ah, fuck yes that‘s it puppy, fuck, squeeze my cock, oh, good girl.“

„Remmy, Remmy, m‘gonna cum, god please“

You are sobbing and whimpering against his hold, grinding your hips against his, hoping to get some friction against your clit.

„S‘not enough Remmy, more-“

He stopped, breathing heavy.

„Not enough?“ His voice dangerously low, angry. Hands gripping tighter, no doubt leaving bruised behind. He pulled his hard, leaking cock out of your cunt, your pussy clenching around nothing, missing the delicious hardness. You let out a broken sob, fingers gripping his arms trying to pull him back. Gripping your hair he turned you around, sitting on the edge of his bed with his feet planted firmly on the floor and pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms snaking around his neck, gripping the locks on the back of his head. His cock trapped between you two, he made no move to fuck you. His hands took their time taking off your sweater and bra.

„Obviously Sirius has been spoiling you too much. I don’t like my sluts greedy, darling. So sit still and don’t make a noise.“

His soft lips kissed your forhead, cheeks, jaw and moved towards your neck sucking softly, sharp teeth teasing the skin behind your ears. He blew at the trail of spit, attaching his lips on the soft skin of your breasts, licking the skin. He caught your nipple in his mouth licking it with his tongue, sucking hard. You clamped your mouth shut, pussy clenching and leaking on his thighs making him smile against your breast, looking up at you with amusement in his pretty eyes. That sight alone made you nearly lose control and you bit your lip drawing blood. He stopped tormenting your nipples, both of your tits bruised and swollen red. His thumb caught the bead of blood from your bottom lips and he made you suck on his finger, enjoying the way your tongue curled around it and steadily fucked your mouth with his finger.

„You take what I give understood?“

„Yes, Remmy.“

Thrusting his cock inside of your tight walls again he pushed his forehead against yours and fucking you even harder than before.

„You dumb slut, spreading your legs for others and then having the audacity to tell me s‘not enough?“ His hand went to your clit, rough pad of his thumb rubbing against it, other hand squeezing at your cheeks, your mouth falling open. „You are just a dumb puppy wanting to be fucked, aren‘t you? Is that why you laid down on my bed and not your boyfriends? With your ass hanging out? You cute little pussy begging to be filled? Hm?“

You had been so needy, you didn‘t even notice it was Remus‘ bed you laid down on.

You were screaming now, pleasure raking through your body making you delirious with satisfaction, pussy clenching tight. Your hands yanked at his head, mouth panting into his and he moaned. And fuck if that wasn‘t the most beautiful sight to see. His eyes glazed over, looking at you with such neediness it made you breathless. Made you want to please him. Made you want to be good for him.

„Fuck your pussy is so good, mmm, so tight fuck. Gonna cum soon? You gonna come on Remmy‘s cock?“

You voice hoarse, whining a „Yes Remmy“, holding onto both of his wrists, blunt nails digging into his skin. You wanted to leave your own scars on him. His pushed his fingers into your mouth pulling out your tongue and spitting on it. „C‘mon swallow, yes, good slut“

He was going so fast you couldn‘t breathe, every thrust of his hips against yours pushing the air out of your lungs and you came. Hard. Your nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood, mouth open to let out a scream, as your pussy squeezed his cock. He didn‘t slow down, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, hand leaving your clit to grip your hips as he chased his own release. His mouth next to your ear, he let out loud moans, not caring that others might hear him. His pace started to stutter and you felt his cock twitch inside of you before he let put a string of fuck fuck yes that‘s it take my cum’s and he came deep inside of your fluttering walls.

He fell backward on the matress, your bare tits pressed against his jumper, his hands holding you down. Slowly he pulled out, careful to not waste any of the cum he fucked into you and removed your legs from around his waist. You rolled on your back, blissed out and closed your eyes, calming your heartrate. He pushed your legs against your chest again, knees spread wide and softly traced his fingers on your twitching pussy.

„Look at your pretty pussy darling, so thristy for my cum. Now now, no pushing you need to keep it inside or Sirius will know. You don‘t want that, do you puppy? Don‘t want Sirius knowing it‘s his best mates cum inside of your pretty pussy?“

He tone was mocking, obviously making fun of the situation that he put you into. Or you put yourself into.

He reached for the plug and brought it up to his lips, keeping his eyes on yours as he smeared to remainders on his mouth. His lips glistening with Sirius‘ and your cum before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. Your first kiss and it was with Sirius’ cum on his lips. You kissed back eagerly. The taste had you melting and now you understood why he nearly licked your pussy dry by trying to catch every bit of the cum inside of you. He kept kissing you, tongue brushing against yours, moaning and panting into your open mouth as his steadily pushed the clean toy in your well fucked hole.

„There, now he won‘t suspect a thing. Replaced all of his seed with my own“

You only looked up at him with lust glazed eyes as his got up and puts his softening cock back in his pants.

„I‘m gonna go and meet with Peter now, you better make yourself look presentable. We‘ll be back soon.“

He was already at the door, totally nonchalant, acting as if it was normal to fuck his best mates girlfriend and plug her up nice and full with his cum.

„Oh and maybe lay on Sirius‘ bed the next time. Unless you want to do this again“

With that he grabbed his bag, closed the door and left you on his bed, thoroughly fucked and full of his cum.

What have I done what have I done what have I done fuck Sirius what if he finds out

You got up and noticed that you really had laid down on the wrong bed. You don‘t know if it was the shock, but you just couldn‘t bring yourself to feel guilty. Remus had been to good of a fuck to feel bad. Maybe Sirius won‘t mind, you thought. He did talk about sharing once, even if it was before we got together. Maybe he‘ll be okay with it?

It wasn‘t that your sex life with Sirius wasn‘t satisfying, Sirius knows his way around sex and ladies, but Sirius would never treat you the way Remus did. He told you once, that he was uncomfortable with degrading you and throwing you around like a ragdoll, completely taking control as Remus had minutes ago. He was way to traumatized with the way his parents had humiliated him, that he couldn‘t do that to you, even if you liked it. Loved it. You could introduce him to the idea through Remus. You could show him that dominance isn‘t something to be scared of. Besides, no straight male would lick his best mates cum out of his girls pussy, so Remus must like Sirius a lot more than he lets on.

You dressed yourself, making sure to look presentable and took your bag, leaving to go find Sirius.

You smiled.

Fuck, you wanted it to happen again. And you always got what you wanted.

[siriuslyshewrote]

Beautiful Boy - James Potter

A/N: aptly titled because yes, we all believe that James Potter is the most beautiful boy.

Requested? : yes 

Word Count : 1.3k

Summary : James Potter fluff. What else could we possibly want?

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was something that could never be described as dull. Every moment spent in it was a blur of heightened emotions, whether they be good and bad, and there was never a day that went by without chaos. In comparison, your summers were positively dull.

As much as you loved the castle, you loved the people even more, your housemates and classmates, in particularly the close circle of friends you had woven together over your seven years in Hogwarts. Lily , Mary and Marlene took precedent as your closest girl friends, the ones with which every night in the dormitories was a sleepover, toasting your feet agains the little log burner, listening to the latest muggle records, and laughing your heads off. Sirius and Remus and Peter were brilliant boys, and you loved them deeply, too. James always said you loved too deeply.

It was he that you loved the most, that messy haired bespectacled boy with the crooked , previously broken nose and lopsided grin. With his warm hands and suffocating hugs and intoxicating presence. James knew you more than anyone, and had been a constant in your life since the two of you were tiny children, growing up living on the same street. He above anyone knew each one of your deepest and darkest secrets, your most mortifying memories, and embarrassing crushes. All but one, of course.

The crackling embers of the fire, and the quiet, exhausted chatter of the group around you soothed you, as you finally gave up on your Transfiguration essay, and dropped both it and your quill onto one of the many rugs that littered the floor of the common room. Music, from someone or others record player, played Bowie in the background.

"Tired?"

James grinned from beside you, his head lolling on the back of the sofa. He, too, had given up on his essay, by this time. You had no idea how he wasn't asleep already - he got up at the crack of dawn every single morning to play Quidditch, and still had the exuberant energy of a golden retriever.

You nodded , barely suppressing a yawn as you stretched out on the sofa the both of you were sharing, laying your head into his lap, wearily watching the animated conversation between Marlene and Sirius about something or other. Knowing Sirius and Marlene, she was trying to point out the flaws in another one of his crazily thought out schemes. Remus, too, was watching the pair with a secret smile upon his face - his eyes straying more to Sirius than anyone else, over the top of his book.

Mary was already asleep, curled up in a velvet armchair like a cat, her limbs tucked underneath her as she snored gently.

Your eyelashes drooped, brushing against your cheek, as your eyes closed against your protest. N.E.W.T's, you had very quickly discovered during your first few week back at school for seventh year, were living up to their name this year. They truly were exhausting.

Fingers combed through your hair, with a gentle clumsiness that you would recognise even if your head was currently not in his lap.

"What're you doing?" You mumbled sleepily, too tired to open your eyes, poking at his knee with your finger.

"Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair." He whispered, continuing with his mission.

You hoped that he was too concerned with your hair to see the smile that tugged on your lips at his words. James often devised these projects, randomly wanting to learn to do things until he achieved his goal. You had become his subject over the past few weeks as he attempted to learn how to braid, and had, several times walked back into the dormitory to the girls cackles at your newest hairstyle. James had the energy and will to do anything he wanted ... though perhaps styling hair was not his vocation. Really, Lily had told you, you only needed to look at his own hair to see that.

You didn't mind his newest project, and as you let him braid your hair by the fireplace, you desperately tried to pretend that it wasn't because him being so close made your heart beat a fierce drum against your ribs.

After a few minutes of quiet between the two of you, there was a lull in the conversation that you noticed even with your eyes closed in half sleep.

"Merlin, Prongs, could you be any more obvious?" Sirius' voice came from near the fire, a grin in his tone.

James fingers continued their work in your hair as he talked back to his friend.

"What?"

"That you are completely enamoured with our deer Y/N?" Even without looking at him, you could tell that Sirius was very pleased with his very much overused pun.

James tensed. Your breathing quickened slightly, though you didn't open your eyes.

Secretly, you wanted to hear what he would say.

"Piss off, Pads." He mumbled.

"It is quite obvious." Lily added in.

"Just a bit." Remus bit back the grin in his voice at his friends obvious discomfort.

"For fucks sake, guys!" James hissed quietly, clearly under the impression that you were asleep. "We are not dating."

"If you grew some balls, you would be." Sirius spoke, with murmurs of agreement from the others, apart from Mary, who you could still hear snoring.

James was quiet, for a moment.

"You'll have to tell her at some point, before someone else does." Lily spoke wisely. "Her and Amos are getting rather close, don't you think?"

James let out a scoff that was both a little defensive and a little bit worried.

"Y/N would never date that Hufflepuff."

"So you do admit that you like her?" Lily said triumphantly.

"Love her, more like." Sirius chipped in.

James' fingers were weaving once again in your hair, though perhaps a little bit less gentle than before.

"Just leave it." His tone indicated that he no longer wanted to discuss it, and the rest of the Gryffindor's clearly picked upon the tense tone he had adopted, because the conversation shifted quickly after that.

Though you desperately wanted to mull over what had just been said, you felt the pull of sleep drag you into unconsciousness. ————— "Love."

A gentle voice awoke you, with a slight shake of your shoulders. Blearily, you blinked, opening your eyes to the Common Room, which was much lighter than it had been when you closed your eyes. The fire had died in the fireplace, leaving only a few embers behind.

"Mmm?" You replied, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. You realised that you were still lying in James' lap, and a small flush crept up your cheeks.

"I've got to go to Quidditch practice. We’ve got the match this morning.” He said quietly, giving you a sorry look.

"Have you slept down here all night?" You questioned, sitting up and stretching, feeling your bones pop and crack after your slightly uncomfortable sleeping position.

He shrugged, standing up with a stretch, his jumper pulling up and exposing a sliver of his tanned stomach. He ruffled his hair, trying to rid his bed head.

"You were asleep. I couldn't wake you, you'd probably kill me." A ghost of a grin flickered onto his face.

"Sorry." You yawned, holding out a hand for him to pull your off the sofa. He obliged.

"I've really gotta go." He said regretfully, brushing his lips against your forehead in a typical James gesture.

"Love you, Prongsie." You spoke sleepily, making to go up the stairs of your dorm to get a few hours more sleep.

"Yeah... Love you too." His speech sounded almost painful to him, but you were too tired to register it.

In fact, you were too tired to even remember the conversation you had heard the previous night until you reached the top of the stairs, and by that time, James was gone.

[jadekitty777]

Hunting Season, Chapter 7

I was surprised to discover last chapter was the longest; I was certain this one would beat it on word count.

But well... we’ve reached the end. Is it time to remind you guys this was a V7 canon storyline? You know what’s coming. 

Well actually, no you probably don’t. You have no idea what I did xD

For everyone who has read this from start to finish, thank you so much! I hope you enjoyed it and will still enjoy this final chapter as well!

Prompt for Day 7 1: Trembling

Rating: T

Word Count: 3700

Summary: Having grown up in the slums of Mantle, Clover knew what feeling constantly unsafe felt like. But, with rising tensions between the cities, a precarious election leaving his people on the line, and a war on the horizon, things had never felt more perilous.

Then, Qrow Branwen arrives with eight huntsmen-in-training in tow, all of them earnestly offering to help. While the extra assistance is an incalculable relief, Clover simply can’t be more excited – and maybe a little nervous - to be paired up with the famous Huntsman of Vale.

There was only one problem:

Qrow couldn’t stop staring at his ears.

(Or, Volume 7, except Clover is a deer Faunus and that changes everything)

Ao3 Link: With a Hunting Party

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The ding of the elevator reaching its first destination was louder than normal, a sharp sting to his overtaxed senses. While the night had been successful, it had also been long and miserable, and with dawn’s arrival only an hour away, he was pushing twenty-four hours. He couldn’t imagine how the rest of the team was fairing.

At least one of his temporary allies still had a bit of a spring in her step, Robyn striding out the doors as they opened, purpose to continue aiding the control room with the evacuation efforts keeping her head up high.

“Hey.” Clover called after her. She paused, glancing back. He hoped his smile wasn’t as tired as the rest of him felt. “Good luck.”

It was much more sincere than the last time he’d said it to her.

Robyn dipped her head in a curt nod, but her tone was warm as she replied, “Thanks Stag. For tonight.” Her eyes flickered to his left. “You too Scruff.”

Qrow just grunted an acknowledgment from where he lent against one of the elevator walls, too occupied with trying to master sleeping standing up. It didn’t seem to bother the huntress as she continued on her way.

As the doors closed and continued their way up, Clover let some of his bluster evaporate, slumping next to the other huntsman. After a brief pause, Qrow tilted a bit sideways, resting his head against his shoulder.

It was nice and Clover had to fight the urge to press his face into the other’s nest of fluffy hair. As lovely as it was, it was no doubt layered with smoke and grime. “Doing good?”

“Mmm. Better now that that freak’s behind bars.” A heavy breath was released and then more of Qrow’s weight was on him.

“You were worried?” He asked, surprised. Sure, Callows was psychotic – but between three highly trained huntsmen? He never stood a damn chance.

There was a bit of hesitation and Qrow finally opened his eyes, frown pronounced. “Didn’t go all that great the first time ‘round for me.” Oh. “Thanks… y’know for, having my back and all.”

Something swelled in his chest and dirt be damned, he nuzzled into the other’s hair, grinning. “Always Stardust.”

The returned grumbles were half-hearted at best.

They didn’t have much longer to chat, the next ding (somehow louder than the last) announcing their arrival to the top floor.

“Time to go.” Clover sighed and though all he truly wanted was to burrow into his bed and sleep for a week, he marched for the exit, rolling his shoulders to ease some of the ache as he schooled himself back into work mode.

With a groan, Qrow peeled himself away from the wall, looking like he was feeling every one of his forty-three years as he followed after. “What d’ya think Jimmy wants anyhow?”

He wished he knew. James’ order had been a curt call to regroup and while he sounded stern as ever there had been an underlying current of something Clover had not been able to place. He wasn’t one to dwell though, knowing his General would debrief them upon arrival. “I’m not-”

That’s when he heard it. His ears pulled up, angling forward just to be sure, but it was unmistakable.

Someone was crying.

Heart in his throat, his pace quickened unconsciously, until he was nearly sprinting.

“Clover?” Qrow, not missing a beat, kept pace with him, more alert than he’d been a second ago.

James’ door was open – which already spelled something wrong but as he came onto the scene, Clover wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. A quick sweep told him the Ace-Ops and team RWBY were present – but JNR was worryingly absent. James stood away from them all, gazing out his back window, Due Process hanging limp from one hand while the other rested in a sling. Clover’s gaze dropped to the floor, where the source of the crying was: Ruby, curled up in a ball, partially buried in her sister’s lap.

She sounded like she was grieving.

“Ruby!” Qrow’s shouted as he hurried to his niece’s side, dropping down beside her.

The movement seemed to stir the room – most everyone else glancing between the lithe huntsman and Clover. The kids were visibly distressed; and even his own seasoned team appeared shaken.

Unwilling to rattle them further, he set his jaw and paced forward with all the confidence he could muster, asking calmly, “Sir, what happened?”

That’s when James whirled on him, snapping tightly, “And where have you two been?!”

Try as he might, Clover couldn’t help leaning back a bit, confused by the other’s sudden fury. He shared a brief, uncertain glance with Qrow who seemed just as taken aback, before facing his outraged commander once more. “Detaining Tyrian sir.”

“Tch! As if that even matters anymore!” Without warning, James slammed his gun against the window behind him, the light dust that protected it rippling with a shattering noise as if he’d actually broken it.

The noise drilled into his skull, ears dropping on reflex. In the corner of his eye, he could see Blake’s doing the same. Confusion only mounting, he took a deep breath, treading more carefully, “What do you mean?” He glanced around, asking to the room this time, “What’s going on?”

It was Elm, close to his left, who spoke up, her voice tinier than he could ever remember, “Salem’s coming. She appeared in Grimm smoke and told us herself.”

“What?!” Qrow burst out, echoing the shock that played a staccato rhythm in Clover’s chest.

She was coming? Now? They weren’t anywhere near ready for another attack! Their forces hadn’t had any time to rest and though most of the Grimm had been cleared over the long hours of the night, with the heat still off the citizens of Mantle were in dire need of evacuation before hypothermia set in. If Salem swooped in during the middle of all that, thousands were going to die.

“Our sentries on the borders are all out of contact. We’ve likely only got an hour until she’s at our doorstep.” Vine reported next, but his mild tone did little to lessen the blow.

For the first time since the night started, a sense of hopelessness filled him. There was no time. No time for Mantle. No time for their army. No time for themselves.

Salem had effectively checkmated them.

“She,” Ruby hiccupped from her spot on the ground, “She talked about mom.”

Qrow scowled. “Of course she fucking did.”

“Well, she’s not the only one who talked.” Harriet snapped. She had always been swift to anger; it was one of her more critical flaws though thankfully one she often kept off the battlefield.

Still, Clover knew when she was trying to pick a fight, and clamped a hand down on her shoulder before she could approach the kids. “Harriet, enough! We-”

“No!” She violently shrugged him off, though she didn’t advance further, merely spit at them, “How much else didn’t you tell us?! And giving Robyn intel on the tower, what were you thinking!”

His own eyes widened, breath sticking in his throat.

Before the revelation even had time to truly simmer, Blake strode forward, her body and her words like a barrier for her team, “That was on me, not them! I chose to tell her.”

“We did. Us; no one else.” Yang stressed, literally and figuratively rising to her partner’s defense. “But it turned out fine!”

Harriet took a sharp inhale, ready to shrill, but for once, Clover was faster. “Just because there weren’t any consequences, doesn’t mean you both weren’t being absurdly ignorant!” He ignored the sharp glare that earned him from Qrow – he’d deal with the fallout later. Instead, he focused on the two young women before him, heat in his chest that he tried to hold down. “Salem’s faction was already working one side of the election – had she of been playing both sides, you would have risked our entire operation!”

Hunching down the way Blake did made her look more like a cat then her ears, baring her teeth a bit, “Just because you don’t like her-”

Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was even fear, hiding in the corners of his mind and slowly eating away his stability that did it. But whatever it was, the anger in him reached a breaking point.

“I’m not the one being fooled by a politician putting a pretty Faunus on her arm to win votes!” He shouted, hardly recognizing his own voice.

“But you sure are bullheaded enough that you refuse to see those willing to change things!”

Things spiraled out of control, as his team who had drifted closer to his side upon his arrival, all spoke up at once.

“That’s not-!” Marrow, waving his hands agitatedly.

“I believe-” Vine tried, calmly.

“You can’t just say-” Elm cried, clearly affronted.

“Don’t you dare-” Harriet, still spitting mad.

“Blake that’s enough!” Qrow snapped sharply. Hearing him defend him, when Clover hadn’t even expected it, did a weird thing to his still-burning heart.

“Enough!” James bellowed over them all, bringing the room back to silence instantly. The look he aimed at them made Clover feel like he was a rookie again. “We have a war heading towards us and you are all bickering like children! I don’t care what you have to do to do it, but pull yourselves together Huntsmen!”

He winced, jerking into parade rest almost by habit. “Yes sir!”

The rest of the Aceops quickly echoed him.

Under the chorus, Qrow gathered himself to his own feet. “Hate to agree, but Jimmy’s right. This shit can wait.” He gave the girls, who both still looked raring to keep it up, a warning scowl that dared them to argue. “We need a plan, now.”

“Well, what about the communication tower?” Weiss spoke up, pulling on a string already broken. “If we could get it in the air and reach the other kingdoms, maybe we could wait it out!”

James leveled her with a look unforgiving in its exasperation and sternness. “With an army that doesn’t sleep and Salem who can’t die?”

For the third time in so many minutes, Clover was pretty certain his heart stopped. Though, somehow, the blow felt far gentler than what came before. What did it matter if Salem was immortal if the stakes were already this high?

Still, it left him feeling uncertain and lost for the first time in years, unable to see a way out. So, he did what he always did when he found himself at a dead end. He turned to his commander, trusting in his strength and guidance.

Weiss had wilted. “I…”

“We’d never outlast her. Besides, in the condition Amity’s in, it won’t even breach the stratosphere before breaking apart.” James continued, as he holstered his gun, the amount of flatness to his voice unsettling. The slight glow in his eyes gave it away; his semblance was at work as their General came to a decision and Mettle steadied his resolve.

When he spoke next, eerily level just as before, it was like a death knell:

“But Atlas can. And it will.”

Silence, held like a breath that was too terrible to exhale.

It finally let go in one, quiet question: “What… does that mean?” Yang seemed hesitant, suspicious.

“There’s a mechanism in the vault.” Qrow replied blankly, “When Creation was used to raise Atlas up, that device is what did it. Tch,” His scoff held no humor, “But in all their never-ending brilliance behind raising this stupid hunk of rock off the ground, those idiots only put one fucking setting on the thing.” He met James’ unwavering gaze as he spoke the dreaded truth to the air. “Up.”

It was Ruby who lifted up from her grief to cry out, “But we can’t! The people of Mantle… they’ll die!”

“Ruby…” Qrow’s face pinched with pain.

“It’s wrong! We’re huntresses, we don’t leave people behind!”

“We are saving who we can and, more importantly, keeping the maiden and the Relics out of her hands.” James continued in that same unnerving monotone.

Blake took a step forward, the obstinance from before still clearly front and center. “And in the meantime, the blood of thousands are left on our hands.”

There was a spark of something that played across his features, a rippling wave of emotion that furrowed his brows and pinched down the tight frown James wore. “Had you all have been honest from the start, perhaps things could have been different. You can mourn on your mistakes later.”

“Are you saying we deserve this?!” Yang yelled.

“No, this is just the price of war.” It took Clover a moment to realize the words had come from himself. He felt detached from the conversation, the room, even his own body. Uncertain how he could even be present, when all that was running through his mind was that the evacuation ships, so focused on the invaded borders, had not spared a single one to go to the slums.

Therefore, he was only faintly aware of the way violet-eyes-turned-red burned into his skull. “How can you possibly agree with this when it’s your home-!”

“Firecracker.” Qrow spoke up, pained and solemn. “Don’t.”

Despite everything, Clover couldn’t help but be grateful to the other man right then. Might have even told him so, if he felt more present. But at the moment, he was struggling not to fall into the despair threatening to overwhelm him. A pit he was refusing to look at, even as he hung over the edge.

He couldn’t think about it. He couldn’t – because if he did, he’d crumple under the weight of the graves of his loved ones. Of his family, his friends, his once-neighbors, all looking to the sky and wondering why they’d been forsaken.

Dear gods, of an unborn child who would have called him uncle-

Marrow’s hand finding its way to his shoulder, empathetic but steady, grounded him suddenly.

Faintly, Clover realized he was shaking, dazedly staring at the floor. He took a few deep breathes to hold back the tears. When he felt a little more in control, he gave the other Faunus’ hand a pat in silent gratitude, tuning back into the conversation he was missing.

“-Don’t know how to use Creation; Oz purposely withheld that information. So, unless you were lying about that too, we’re out of options. This is our only course of action.” James was saying, plucking up a glass chess piece from his desk and crushing it with an iron fist. “So, let’s focus on it. Winter and Penny are likely already with Fria, but they could use backup if the transfer doesn’t go well. Aceops, you’ll-”

“Wait!” Ruby interrupted. Frantic. Pleading. “If we could get Creation to work, we could find a better solution right?”

“What does it matter-”

“Because we did lie about something else!” Her words came in a frenzied flurry not unlike the petals that often trailed her. “The lamp! It has a question left! We can ask it how to use it!”

For the second time, the room exploded into sound, a variety of emotions splitting like lightning through the air.

“Kiddo that’s-”

“Are you serious-”

“How could you not-”

“Then we need to-”

“I completely forgot-”

“Oh Gods, we can do this, we can-”

“Someone call Winter so she can-!”

Clover didn’t bother to keep track of them this time; instead, all his focus zeroed in on James, noticing the way the glow in his eyes had dimmed, the emotionless mask breaking into one of shock. Of a tentative hope.

“Sir!” It was his shout that silenced the room this time, his own heart pounding in his ears, “What will you have us do?”

Much like Clover before, James faltered as he fully came back to himself, running a hand over his mouth. “We- We need to get Oscar here, now! Ruby, call him and tell him to come here immediately.” The petite huntress was on her scroll instantly. While she waited for someone to pick up, he turned to them. “We still have an infiltration to deal with. I want forces on Fria; Aceops head to her position and back up Winter and Penny.”

“Understood.” Clover motioned, turning to his team. “Brace up team. We still got a long night to go.”

Even though the news was anything but welcome, the faces that surrounded him were full of energy, all of them full of a second wind that would carry them to dawn and beyond.

James was still giving orders, “Qrow, I want you in the air – see if you can get any sightlines on what’s coming our way. As for the rest of you-”

Yet, Clover’s left ear couldn’t help but angle towards Ruby, catching her quiet noise of distress and under breath whispers. “C’mon Oscar. Pick up!”

And then her phone rang.

The jaunty tune was enough to draw everyone’s attention, but the teenager’s face lit up as she quickly answered it. “Jaune! Is Oscar with you? He’s not picking up his phone and-”

“Oscar’s gone!” Jaune’s panic-laden voice was a blizzard storming through, freezing them all instantly. “The room’s all shot up and he’s-he’s just gone!”

“What? No.” Ruby shook her head in denial. “That can’t be!”

Hope was such a fleeting thing; like time, it flowed like sand, hard to capture all of it and something that could so easily slip through the fingers. It was something Clover saw now on each expression around the room, in hands covering mouths or snarls of anger, in slumped shoulders and lowered heads weighted in defeat. In James, heaving the longest sigh of all and in a gaze so heavy, it seemed to be barely holding the world up anymore.

Clover’s mind began to spin. This couldn’t be it.

“We move back to plan A then.” James decided, resigned.

No. They had been so close.

“We can still do this!” Ruby ascertained. “Jaune, you Ren and Nora can-”

They could, they could!

But the General was done listening to a lifeline that had failed him one too many times. He spoke over her. “Qrow, Aceops, your orders are still the same.”

Around the storm in his head, something clicked, and Clover realized with a start what he had to do.

They hadn’t lost hope – not when he was here.

When no one moved, James’ frown became more pronounced, and he orderly sharply. “Move out, now!”

“No!” The word burst from his mouth, defiant maybe in a way Qrow had reminded him how to be, as he turned on his heels and started to sprint for the exit, calling as he went, “Vine, pull the cameras for that hallway and send me the video feed!”

“Clover, I gave you an order!”

Just at the doorway, he whirled around.

For a split second, he actually met Qrow’s eyes, surprised and brightening in realization, before he rose to meet his commander’s. “Sir, I’m going to find Oscar.”

“We don’t have time to waste-”

“So don’t! Do both instead!” He waved to the rest of the room, “Have everyone here prepare for the worst-case scenario and let me try and find Oscar. You know I’m the only one who can!” The corner of his mouth tipped up, a sliver of his usual confidence shining through, “I mean, when haven’t you been able to bet on me, huh?”

Doubt clouded James’ face and for one terrible, heartbreaking second, he thought the other would deny him.

And then, that glow that had once been faint in his eyes turned bright again and James’ mouth thinned in a determined line. “Go.”

Clover went, leaping down the entire staircase in one bound and sprinting to the elevators.

He didn’t expect to be followed.

“You can’t come with me.” The words flew from his mouth before he could catch them.

He didn’t have even a millisecond to regret them before Qrow was vehemently saying, “I’m not.” The fact he was staying clear across the room, not daring to approach, spoke equal volumes to their untold agreement. “I just- I need-” He stumbled, muttered a filthy curse under his breath that Clover still easily heard, before he said, a little more stably, “Are we… gonna be okay?”

It seemed inane, almost, to be worried about something that, right now, felt so trivial.

Then again, was it so selfish to want for tomorrow? To want to live to see it for something more? Something better?

There had to be something good to look forward to, right?

Clover stared at the point where his fist was still slammed into the call button, then up at the ever-climbing numbers on the digital display. Certainly not long enough to say everything that needed to be said. Barely long enough to say what could be said.

He settled on a question of his own instead. “Did you do it to hurt us?”

“No.” Qrow replied quickly. “I do enough of that just existing Clubs, so believe me when I say I never want to do it on purpose. I wanted to make the right choices; we all did! But after Leo and Oz, I just… lost track of who to trust anymore.”

There was no feigning in his posture; no squared shoulders or glinting smirks, averted gazes or raised eyebrows. Rather, Qrow seemed oddly small, twisting at one of his rings, body bowed a little forward as if attempting to withdraw into a shell where he stood. The airs he’d often put upon himself to seem more assured or even indifferent were gone and all that was left was this hunkered down, muddled mess of a man who looked like he was certain he’d ruined everything.  

His eyes flicked back up to the display.

Only a few more floors.

Clover looked back to Qrow, “Do you trust me now?”

“Absolutely.” The single word, open and raw in its honesty, told Clover everything he needed to know.

“Then trust me when I say no matter what happens from here, no matter how hard things get,” Ding! “We’re going to be okay.”

“I do.”

“Good.”

The doors slid open.

Qrow watched as he entered the elevator, their gazes staying on each other as Clover hovered one hand over the floor buttons, the thumb of his other flicking along his pin.

Without looking away from the man who reminded him of stardust, Clover made a choice.

No.

He made a wish.

[rainandhotchocolate]

Tension - Part 7

 A/N YOOOOO im a mess pls dont hate me - love u all lots <3 I hope you enjoy xx

Part 7

The train began to pull away from the station, picking up the pace as it headed out towards the Scottish highlands, snow covering every inch of the ground that Y/N could see from the large window inside her compartment.

 She was mulling over Lucius’s last words to her letting her go onto the train. If you know what’s good for you, stay away from Potter. His words hissed in her head. It wasn’t like the sentiment hadn’t been there always – the Potters were blood traitors, and Sirius’ affiliation with them just made everything so much worse. But it was odd, Y/N could have sworn there was concern in his eyes. Had something happened?

“Y/N?” Remus’s voice trickled into her attention and she jolted away from the window, turning to face the lanky boy leaning against the door to stop it shutting, “Can I come in or do you want some time alone.”

He was grinning and didn’t wait for Y/N to respond before pulling his trunk through the door and loftily onto the compartments carriers above each seat.

“Ha, ha,” Y/N poked her tongue out at him, “Is a girl not allowed to admire the countryside?”

“Oh yes, I love when it’s so cold I’m worried my nose might fall off.” Remus’s face screwed up as he sat down and glanced outside where the snow was falling heavily now, building up in little craters underneath the windowsill.

“Have a good Christmas?” Y/N leaned into the leather seats, feeling the warmth of the seats making her feel like falling asleep then and there.

“Yeah not too bad, mum didn’t try to hide my scars to the family this year so that’s progress.” Remus snorted but Y/N smiled at him. As much as his tone tried to hide it, she was sure he was secretly elated. “You?”

“As per, received a set of books on the Malfoy family history and Defensive spells that probably should have had dark, evil and prepared to kill somewhere in the title.”

“And how was the ball?”

“Mmm?” Y/N pretended not to hear him. She’d been avoiding talking about it to Remus, excluding some of the information that Sirius had told her about the Lestranges. Not that Remus hadn’t asked in every letter he sent all holidays.

“Oh stop it, I promise I won’t make fun of you, I just would like to know what’s going on in the messy head of my best friend.”

“Suck up.”

“Is it working though?”

“A little,” I grimaced at him and then sighed loudly. “It was… fun. Much more than expected.”

“And…?”

“It was fun with Sirius.” Y/N finally said, looking down at her feet when she said his name, “We might have danced.”

“Danced huh? He didn’t get handsy with you did he?” Remus held a fist up, pretending to hit something in front of him.

“What are you going to defend my honour?” Y/N snorted, kicking the edge of his foot softly.

“I will do what is necessary.” He pounded his chest valiantly. “But I am glad you had a good time. And you shouldn’t get so angsty about hanging out with Sirius, he’s alright.”

“Alright?”

“He wouldn’t be a bad person to hang out with more,” Remus winked at her. “Now, I need to read this before we get to school, McGonagall said she’d let me tutor some 3rd graders if I can memorize the syllabus.”

“Nerd.”

The afternoon rolled around and Remus had four other books out with two rolls of parchment rolling across the seat as he scribbled aggressively across the page, ignoring the standard left to right classical style of sentence creation. Y/N was lounging against her own seat so she had a view of the outside whilst she read Remus’s Christmas present to her, a copy of Dracula by an old wizard Bram Stoker. He’d been outcast after he began selling his books to muggles, apparently living somewhere in mainland Europe where he tries to find vampires.

A soft knock on the compartment door broke Y/N and Remus’s concentration, looking up to see the trolley lady peering in to look at them.

“Anything from the trolley dear?” she warbled, holding a hand out over the piling heap of sweets and savoury food that Y/N was always shocked wasn’t falling all over the corridor. Y/N lept up, her stomach beginning to rumble and pulled the door open completely so she could properly look over the bounty in front of her.

“You want anything?” She called to Remus, still looking through the chocolate frogs in case she could somehow tell which card was sitting underneath.

“Can you get me some peppermint creams and a couple of sugar quills?”

“You’ve got an addiction,” Y/N raised an eyebrow, turning back to him, “you’re going to end up eating the whole quill one day.”

“Shut up and get my fix.”

Y/N grinned and turned back, ordering Remus’s food and picking out some chocolate and cauldron cakes and was just searching for nougat chunks when she heard the compartment door next to theirs pull open and a loud voice yelling into the compartment.

“Ok Bertie Botts, chocolate frogs, any acid pops, Pete?” James winked into the room, jumping out of the way as something had obviously come towards him. “Fine, fine, liquorice wands – anything else?”

“I do not trust you to pick the right chocolate frog.”

Y/N’s stomach curdled at the sound of Sirius’ voice and she cursed herself for having any reaction at all. Heat crept up on her cheeks as she heard someone stand up and move towards the door, and she leaned down to go through the toffees at the bottom and pretend she had something better to do than listen to their conversation.

“Ok so, you’ve got to check each packet’s – Y/N?” Sirius interrupted himself and Y/N turned to look up at him as casually as she could. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide, body tensed. Not quite the picture of ease and excitement she might have hoped. And then she noticed a soft red line carved from his temple to the crook of his chin, leading to a flowering bruise that was purple and blue on his jaw. He was wearing a large, oversized jumper that almost hid his arm but Y/N could see from her vantage point on the floor a tightly wrapped bandage looped across his hand.

“I – are – what…” Y/N stumbled on her words, standing up too quickly and hitting the trolley, cringing as sweets began rolling around the floor. “Shit I’m so sorry.”

“No worries, dear!” the trolley lady still had her soft smile and pulled out a wand, giving it a flick and watching them shoot back up and onto their shelves. Y/N turned back to Sirius just in time to see a flash of panic in his eyes and the back of his head as he slipped quickly back into the compartment.

“What did I do? Is he ok? What’s going on?” Y/N whirled on James, her heart fluttering as flashes of his injuries flicked through her head. James just shook his head.

“Not my place to say, Y/N. Just give him time I’m sure he’ll tell you.” James gave her a tight smile, handing over a few galleons and picking up the food he’d bought, slipping back into the compartment. Y/N stood still momentarily before the trolley lady tapped her on the shoulder and returned her change.

“Oh, thank you.” Y/N smiled, moving back into the compartment and stood at the doorway.

“You ok?” Remus sat up, giving her a look.

“Yeah, I am. Sirius, not so much.”

“What do you mean?”

“He looks like he was punched a couple, hundred times.”

“By who?” Remus leaned forward; his head crooked to one side.

“Hell if I know.” Y/N moved slowly back to her seat, heart still pounding uncomfortably. She was probably overthinking it. He probably got into a fight with someone or was practising some stupid new spell with James. Maybe the panic was nothing. Or maybe something was very, very wrong.

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[clinioelerrante]

To be fainthearted…

That a student of Hogwarts was prowling the corridors of the castle in the wee hours of the morning was not uncommon.

The fact that this student belonged to Gryffindor House was even less so.

That such a student had hair that was red as hellfire could almost be considered normal.

The fact that this particular student was mumbling curses and oaths about a certain frizzy-haired which, it had been part of the regular school scene for more than 4 years.

But for such a student, at the height of Dolores Umbridge's reign of terror, to wander aimlessly, alone, under a disillusioning spell, with the marauder's map in hand and risking exemplary punishment or even expulsion from school, was decidedly atypical.

“A fucking wart? Mmm-hmm. A fucking wart and a fucking teaspoon?...” He mumbled as he took long strides through the corridors, almost oblivious to everything else. “My arse!”

Everything had started after the DA meeting. Cho Chang had accosted Harry in room of requirement while the rest of the group had dispersed. Hermione and he had gone to Gryffindor common room at and were having a relaxed conversation until she insisted that he complete his task while she wrote a letter. Hermione's parchment was already over the edge of the table and hanging dangerously close to the floor, when Harry came through the hole behind the portrait.

It had been perfectly obvious that something had happened. While one could not say that Harry had arrived with a completely dumb face, it was no less true that he was the closest thing to the face of someone who had been struck by a stunning spell.

With Harry’s apparent inability to explain what had happened, Hermione had taken the initiative in the conversation until he blew up the cauldron:

“Have you kissed?”

Wait... What? Harry would have kissed Cho or maybe it was Cho who kissed Harry? After the initial surprise, he was enthusiastic about his friend and wished he did it.

Of course! He'd been aware of Hurry’s crush on Cho since last year. One would have to be blind not to see him with that deer's eyes accompanied by a slight drooling every time Cho entered the scene! But following the usual pattern of shitty luck in Harry Potter's life that was the time when the bird was dating Cedric Diggory.

The memory of the partner killed by Peter Pettigrew overshadowed Ron's memories. Cedric was a good guy and his end had been unexpected, unjust and one more to add to the long list of Wormtail's coward crimes. Top of them, the betrayal of Harry's parents: Lily and James Potter.

“You filthy rat!" he swore. “If I had known, I personally would have left you alone with Crookshanks in a nice little room without a single hole in its walls and an undisturbed spell on the door.

The point was that Harry was still attached to Cho, if not more so, and it seemed that she had begun to notice Harry. There was no doubt that he had turned out to be a brilliant teacher in the DA meetings, added to his perpetual challenge to the pink toad and the legendary fight at the quidditch pitch had contributed enormously, to increase his sex appeal according to some whispered comments that he had heard between the women of the DA and some boys.

Ron wished with all his heart that, “For once!”, Harry's bad luck changed and like any normal teenager, he could live a normal life enjoying the intimate affection of a hot girl who she like him, although in his opinion ...a Tornado fan was not good enough for Harry. . . One flash of a long red hair burst into his mind making him shake his head to free himself from such disturbing vision.

But as usual, Harry hadn't had any luck with it either.

Instead of the first-time nervous or inexperienced teenager's kiss, it had resulted in little more than a disaster that had trapped Harry in the pit of insecurity in his ability to kiss properly a girl and later, with Hermione's invaluable assistance and her detailed talk about Cho Chang's state of emotional turmoil, he guessed in Harry, the doubt about the appropriateness of attempting any kind of relationship with such an emotionally damaged girl and, knowing Harry's legendary hero complex, he would be able to give up the girl if he thought it was sparing him any further pain. A massive Dragon’s dung in Ron's opinion, so he had used his best weapon to pull Harry out of his stupefaction and keep him from falling into his usual melancholy self-isolation; a joke:

“No one can feel so many things at once. It would explode!”

Ron doubted that anyone could explode because of it. If himself hadn't exploded with everything that's happened in the last year, it would be strange if someone else did. “Okay. Maybe Neville would go into a coma or pass out, but I don't think so. Dealing with Mrs. Longbottom for so many years had given him much more courage than many would give him credit for.”

In any case, Hermione's words had unleashed an emotional storm inside Ron, and the problem was that he saw no way to refute the logical sequence of events that had been linked together and seemed to form the links of a chain that wrapped around his neck.

Harry was diligent, brilliant, and handsome, he was not. Harry would have deserved to be prefect of Gryffindor, he didn't. Harry was extraordinary in Quidditch, he wasn't. . . “But Victor fucking pumpkin head Krum  is too. So rich. Could be richer as Harry even and. . . . and I'm sure he's experienced enough to know how to kiss a woman properly and. . . Oh God! How does Hermione know Harry is a good kisser and who has she been able to compare him to. . . ?”

He couldn't help it. His mind was filled with the slow motion image of Hermione kissing Krum torridly, trapping his ridiculously short hair between her thin fingers and taking his lips as if from them she extracted the air she needed to breathe, while one of his hands remained on her delicate waist and the other slowly ascended from her hip to caress her entire chest, provoking a lustful moan in her.

Ron felt the periphery of his vision turn red and his fists instinctively clenched so tightly that he felt his own nails sink into his flesh. He felt the need to rip the bastard's head off and when he looked up to face him, his mind was filled with Harry's gaze as he kissed Hermione passionately.

A familiar black claw wrapped around Ron's heart and squeezed it empty until it was breathless. He had never felt such pain or such overwhelming despair. Without being able to avoid it, from the depths of his being, a cry of impotence burst out, which ascended through his throat and escaped from him like the roar of the mortally wounded lion that intends to take his killer away with his last breath. . .

“Who's there? Don't try to escape. Inquisitorial Squad, with me!”

Ron cursed himself. He was so overwhelmed by the pain his own mind had generated that he had forgotten about bloody Umbridge and its band of mangy snakes patrolling the school corridors. Without thinking too much, he rushed to the double-leafed doors in front of him and entered.

“Professor Umbridge. Here!”

Blood seemed to be boiling in Ronald Weasley's veins. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. It was like the Malfoy and Weasley families had some sort of bond in destiny that would inevitably lead them to confront each other. The bloody bouncing ferret was on the other side of the door blocking the exit and calling for the great inquisitor to fall on him. Ron could hardly have imagined the satisfaction it would cause the flathead to discover that the student who violated the curfew was a Weasley and, among them, Harry Potter's best friend, no less! Nothing would make him happier than to witness another humiliation by Ronald Weasley. He was in these thoughts when another, much more disturbing, one made its way into his mind.

Umbridge! This would be like an early Christmas present for her. She would take advantage of the fact that it was him to provoke Harry and that would give her the perfect excuse to expel him.

Shit! You bloody fool couldn't have held back yourself, he thought to himself. No wonder Hermione can't see you as anything but a good-for-nothing. . . Hermione! Oh my God! If neither Harry or I are here, the ferret and the fucking toad are going to torment her to death. They're going to beat her and provoke her mercilessly until she quits or explodes and they can finally expel her. This would kill her. Shit, shit, shit, I'm the biggest asshole on the face of the earth. . .

“Grand Inquisitor Dolores Umbridge here". The voice of the disgusting toad was heard on the other side of the door. “I order you to leave that room.”

Ron, not breathing, stood three feet from the door waiting for the fatal decay.

“There's nothing to be afraid of"; he said with false sweetness. “All of us here are friends and we care about the safety of the students at the school. The Ministry only wants the best for all the magical children in the UK...” Ron thought that sounded suspiciously similar to a certain muggle story Hermione had once told him about a witch, one stupid girl and a poisoned apple...

“I'm absolutely sure is not your fault"; and this time there seemed to be some poison in her voice. “No doubt you'd be following the horrible example of Mr. Potter and his friends about how much fun it is to walk around the castle at this hour, but they don't have the good breeding of those born into completely magical families". She said scornfully, “And they can't understand how dangerous it can be to prowl around the castle at these hours, without the supervision of someone fully versed in the ins and outs of true magic society”. Ron swore he heard a chuckle from the silver ferret. “I'm begging you to come out. I promise that you will only receive one warning and we will accompany you to your common room so that you can rest until tomorrow's class”.

That's not what you've been saying publicly so far, you bloody cow. Always promising magic world perfectly safe thanks to the ministry and your “beloved” Fudge, old hag, he thought, trembling with anger. SHE knows more about the magic world, its traditions and its miseries than you will ever know in your entire fucking life. In an ideal world, you wouldn't even be worthy of breathing the same air that she breathes.  Instinctively, his magic channelled all his anger into his own hand that seemed to sizzle, longing to meet the wand that waited expectantly in his back pocket.

“Very well”, this time Umbridge's voice was definitely loaded with contempt. “I understand that if you are unable to understand the delicate complexities of the magical world and my desire to ensure your safety is because you have not had the proper education in your born-home. Nothing that a proper punishment can't solve, so, you´ll understand your place”.

This did it. Ron took three steps behind leaving its good fifteen feet with the door.

This sadist thinks it's not pureblood who is here and she's going to take advantage of it to make an example of it. His hand finally met his wand that seemed to emit a buzz of satisfaction to his contact. She will be stunned when she sees that the marauder is one of the “twenty-eight sacred". He thought this one with really loathe, like if bitter gall touched his lips at the memory. If I were anyone else I might be able to escape from this by sounding sorry, but being who I am, she's going to take advantage of it to go against both of them and if she doesn't go against Hermione, Draco will. For a moment a smile escaped his lips as he thought of what Hermione would do to Draco if he openly fought against her while remembering the superb punch the ferret had received in third year. But Malfoy will never attack her openly. He would seek a moment of solitude and would be accompanied by his two gorillas and possibly some Slytherin Deatheater apprentice and, God knows! What they would be capable of doing to her.

As his last smile died on his face, his wand was raised in his arm in a duelling position. Ron knew his fate was already decided. He knew that with him expelled, he would no longer be able to protect Harry and Hermione within the walls of Hogwarts, but nothing would stop him from defending them outside or making a last stand inside. When he confronted Umbridge and her henchmen, he would make his argument clear by giving them a hell of a wand, to make them understand that, just in the moment any of them tried to harm any of their friends, there would be no place under the sun where they could hide from him. So that miserable crew on the other side of the door would get the message and refrain from really drastic actions against his two friends.

Being Ron under age, he would not end up in Azkaban, and the fact that this stinking band knew that he would be free to show up at Hogsmeade from time to time would help reinforce the message. That would give Dumbledore and McGonagall time to regain control of the school and protect both of them. The image of a knight being taken by the queen on a gigantic chessboard gave him a crooked smile meanwhile he faced, wand in hand, his fate. Checkmate, pal.

“Alohomora!”

Alohowhat? What in  the h. . .; Ron didn't have time to complete the question that popped into his mind while his frown frowned in shock when he heard the spell on the other side of the door. But, if the door's not locked, why are they. . . ? For the second time, the idea died in his mind as he watched as the doorknob seemed to turn repeatedly in the attempt of someone trying to open the door, apparently in vain.

“ALOHOMORA!” It was heard again from the other side.” What's wrong with the damn door?” Again the voice of Umbridge was heard, this time in an unmistakable tone of irritation, as the doorknob was shaken more and more violently without the door giving way by a single millimetre.

-Get out of the way! This time there was real rage in the voice of the great inquisitor. On the other side of the door, Ron heard her to perform, one after the other, no less than 10 different spells trying to unlock the door and the paroxysmal movement of the doorknob had also given way to the incensed knocking of the door, as if in a primary resource and having failed magic, brute force was being used to force entry. It was then that he realized that his wand seemed to be emitting a dull buzzing sound that made her hand tremble.

“That's enough! I'm sure this is a joke of that brazen poltergeist”. Ron smiled. The toad's voice sounded more like a big walrus's breathing down from too much exercise. “Sure. He must have let out the scream and bewitched the door so that it could not be opened"; she continued, between gasping and panting.

“But professor”, Ron shuddered again at the sound of Malfoy's voice and to realize that his wand was shaking more intensely. “We've known Peeves since the first year, and that's certainly not his voice, nor is this the style of his jokes. He tends to be cruder and coarser by throwing stink bombs or buckets of ice water on the backs of the students. . .” The ferret's peroration was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a slap on the back of his neck particularly hard.

 “Stupid”. Umbridge's voice sounded particularly annoying. “Do you dare to discuss a teacher's judgment? I tell you that all this is the work of that nasty spirit and, if all of you had been properly versed in the magical arts, you would have realized it right away as well”. Ron could not help but have a panting laugh. The toad had just beaten the insufferable presumptuous, frustrated by her inability to open the door and, trying to avoid looking bad in front of her acolytes, she had diverted attention and blame onto the asshole. My word. He would have gladly paid two months' pay for being able to see the ferret's face.

“This only proves the ministry right. The quality of teaching in this place has tragically declined and it is imperative that the ministry take control of it in order to instruct the young wizards and witches in the mastery of their skills. “With me!” It was heard like a whimper and then, the unmistakable tapping of a few steps away.

Ron stood waiting for an invisible trap to fall on him; meanwhile, his wand continued vibrating in his hand, though ever more faintly, until it stopped completely. He remained motionless and almost breathless for a few more minutes, hoping to believe in his good fortune and that he really had escaped from a more than complicated situation. Finally, he decided it was time to take a chance and averted his eyes from the door and consulted the marauder's map. He couldn't believe it! On the map it could clearly read “Ronald Weasley”, but on the other side of the door the map did not reflect the presence of anyone. Even in his surroundings there doesn't seem to be a soul.

Now or never, pal; he said to himself in encouragement and then, he set about turning the doorknob which. As before, it pivoted on its axis smoothly and pulled it, the door to stay locked.

“Shit”, he mumbled, but refrained from further attempts. In a sad irony, it seemed that the same mystery that had saved his freckled arse was keeping him prisoner of the room. “Well", he closed his eyes and as he concentrated he muttered. “Whatever it is, I really appreciate you helping me out, but I'd really like to get out, get to my room and forget about tonight. I swear I've learned the fucking lesson not to wander around the castle after curfew, or at least, not to be such an asshole as to scream in the hallway after curfew”. He looked at the door again and tried to open it, and again this one remained unmoved.

“Bloody hell!” This time the tone of his voice was noticeably louder.  He turned in frustration on himself and looking up at the ceiling dropped himself over the door and, leaned on the back of his head as it tapped repeatedly against the wood in an attempt to alleviate his disappointment.

“Okay! It's all right. If the price I have to pay for escaping the damn pink toad is to spend the night in this room, I'll gladly take it. Tomorrow someone will come, open the door, cast the disillusioning spell on me, sneak out and I'll manage to find a way to justify my. . .

He jumped upright as he opened his eyes wide, realizing that he had no idea where he was! It had all happened so quickly and unexpectedly that all he could remember was walking through the door that was closest to him at the time. Once the surprise was over, he began to inspect the room, hoping to recognize it.

“I should've known better”. The sad whisper escaped his lips as if it were the sigh of a condemned man whose last chance for freedom is slipping away.

The shelves followed one another in countless rows . . . “Well, surely not countless. I'll bet Hermione knows “exactly"; the number of them, as well as the number of every damn book inside each and every one of them"; he moaned.

Still, he had to admit. Empty of students, under the twilight of the moonlight filtering through the large windows, the Hogwarts Library was magnificent. Magnificent and intimidating.

“As always, she is able to see things at first sight, which takes the rest of us years"; he sighed. “No wonder I am not even able to keep up with her thoughts when that adorable head of her gets going”. And that was precisely what was bothering him most at this time and had led him to wander aimlessly through the school corridors. That with all her brilliance, all her knowledge, all her fucking logic, she wouldn't have been able to see everything that was bubbling up inside him. . .

Ron had not been aware at first, but gradually he became aware of the presence of candlelight behind some library shelves. Initially he feared that it might be because of the presence of another person in the library, whether it was a student, a teacher or, at worst, Filch and his mangy cat. So he remained quiet, but since the light seemed to be steady, no noise was heard, and the memory that the marauder's map had shown no one in the vicinity, he ventured quietly behind the bookshelf to find out what it was.

It didn't take him long to discover that it was one of the candlesticks that supplied light to the library users, but what was really curious was that it was the only candlestick that seemed to burn in the whole library. He approached it with the aim of extinguishing the candles when they went out by themselves while at the other end of the shelf the candles of another candleholder began to burn expontaneously.

Having grown up in the magic world, these kinds of situations were no surprise to him. They were fascinating, no doubt, but not at all a complete surprise.

He had long known that in one way or another, every wizard, every witch, had left the magical sight of his existence on the world. He knew many examples of them:

The essences of the four founders who died long ago, in the sorting hat. Those of his twin uncles Gideon and Fabian also killed in the first war against Voldemort, in the house clock. The Marauder’s Map, with the essence of James Potter, and his friends. Even, according to Harry's story, who-you-know-who left part of him in the diary that possessed Ginny in her first year.

With more than a thousand years of existence, it was practically impossible to know how many wizards and witches walked, studied and lived among these old stones, and each one of them left his own mark. Some would leave a barely perceptible trace, but others performed such intense episodes of magic that the traces they left behind, seemed to have a will of their own.

The hat was left with the mission of continuing to sort the students by the time the founders were gone.

The house clock, to know the status of each family member and to be able to come to their aid if necessary.

The map conspired so that the big troublemakers could keep up their mischief at school and, the diary, somehow, tried to bring Voldemort back.

This last thought plunged her spirit back into sadness and melancholy bringing back the thoughts that had made her leaves the safety of the tower of Gryffindor:

Is that really all she thinks of me? Does she really think I don't know what Cho Chang is feeling?

Like answering that question, another group of candles went out to be immediately replaced.

I can't really blame her, can I? I've never been good at expressing myself, let alone how I feel, but then again, how could I? How do you tell the most wonderful woman in the world that you're crazy for her? That you regret terribly to be a clumsy, mindless, worthless lout. Which you know you don't deserve her. That you know that you shouldn't even notice me but that you can't help but love her more than my own family, more than Harry, more than the blood that runs through my veins, more than my life itself and that knowing and feeling all that is eating me up inside. How do you tell her you feel all this and more, ‘only’, because you love her?

Ron feels that dull pain in his chest again. A veil of tears struggles to leave his eyes as he rolls his shirt sleeve over them to prevent his vision from becoming blurred, and it is when he refocuses them that he sees it. The candlestick he approaches is no longer extinguished, but seems to beat as if prompting him to approach it, and as he does so, the booklet seems to slowly separate from the rest of his companions on the shelf, prompting him to pick it up.

When Ron takes it, he feels comforting warmth in his fingers, like if the worn book is meant to convey a feeling of friendship and comfort, like if it is telling him in a mute way that everything will be all right after all. A feeling that brings back memories of the day he got his wand. Not his brother's, but his real wand.

“What do you got for me, buddy?”

There's tenderness in Ron's whisper. Any of those familiar with Hogwarts' worst-kept secret would think that the redhead is pouring out in that act and onto an object so intrinsically linked to the image of his beloved, all the love and all the delicacy that he seems unable to show her as a victim of his own inferiority complex, while unwittingly moving towards Hermione's favourite place in the library.

It's magic.

It's part of the magic that resides in every corner of Hogwarts. It is the magic trace that perhaps a long time ago, someone left to help a heart desperate to find an answer to its silent prayer and, just like it should have been long ago, when the mortified Ronald Weasley opens the book, a magic wind stirs the pages of the book showing him one of them in particular, like the old friend who gives you good advice. That's why Ron reads. He reads with such intensity that his eyes devour the words written centuries ago and as he does so his gaze gets wet. Each line is like a balm on the wounds of his tormented heart while a bright smile appears on his face. Now, Ron knows.

And when he looks up, his heart is not only filled with love for the frizzy-haired know-it-all witch, but with infinite gratitude.

Gratitude for whoever put the book on the shelf at Muggle Studies. Gratitude for the wizard or witch whose essence left such a deep mark on the old magic of the school, that it reacted to his agony and gratitude to the one who wrote the words he has just read. Words that today give him the knowledge of knowing that he is not alone, that he has never been alone. That before him, millions of men and women, wizards and witches, magicians and muggles have experienced the same feelings, confusion and agony as him, with the fortune that some of them have been so daring, so privileged in their intelligence and endowed with the gift as to be able to express them in words, and guided simply by their instinct, Ron look for parchment and quill as he begins to copy furiously. . .

Hermione Granger seemed to be sleepwalking after leaving Professor McGonagall's office. The accumulation of events that had occurred in the last few hours that she had referred, to still seemed to be getting through to her.

Mr. Weasley had been attacked in the Ministry by Voldemort's snake! And he had only escaped death because of the early warning that Harry had given.

When she woke up this morning, she was surprised not to find Harry or any of the Weasleys in the dining room, which had led to an unpleasant feeling on her chest, but what had set off all her alarms was the story from Ron and Harry's roommates. She had immediately rushed to the teachers' table, when a simple gesture from McGonagall had instructed her that this was neither the place nor the time. Something that was confirmed moments later, with the appearance of Professor Umbridge demanding to know the whereabouts of the Weasley brothers.

In her mind, she could recreate the scene as if she had been there. She was about to bet that at this moment, Harry would be oblivious to the fact that he was the one who allowed Mr. Weasley with his warning. What's more, she would bet one of her O.W.L.s marks that at this same moment Harry would be blaming himself for what happened, convinced that Arthur had been attacked simply because he was the father of his best friend and so, he would be ruminating that feeling inside himself without letting anyone penetrate the shell of isolation he would have built around him, preventing anyone from making him see the absurdity of his reasoning.

Along with this feeling, her other concern was to imagine the state of Mr. Weasley and how the rest of the family would be passing the hours.

She could imagine their reactions and the visceral fear they must have felt in their hearts, when they were woken up in the middle of the night to inform them that, their father, was struggling between life and death, the victim of a Voldemort attack.

She imagined Mrs. Weasley tried to appear strong and confident so his family wouldn't break up. To the twins, whose jokes for once could not insulate them from the merciless reality of war. To Ginny in whose mind she'd be spending her ordeal in the Chamber of Secrets, to. . .

“Ron!” The moan escaped from between her lips and her whole mind was focused on him.

Hermione knew of the particular connection between Mr. Weasley and his youngest son. That one that not only covered the physical aspects that he also shared with his brother Bill, but also on other much deeper levels.

She knew that his father, in an effort to raise a progeny that seemed to have been gifted with a stomach that was as voracious as a black hole, had been forced not to devote as much time to it as he would have liked, and so, Ron had been raised basically by his mother, Percy and the twins. . .

"If the way they are used to behaving with him could be called raising," she snorted under her breath as she thought, how much of Ron's insecure and explosive personality was the responsibility of that pair of troublemakers. The point was, when Mr. Weasley was partially relieved of that burden after the emancipation of the two older sons, he had tried to make up for that loss of attention by devoting more of his scarce free time, and had taken him to watch his first quidditch match with the Cannons, from which the redhead's eternal love for the lousy team, emerged.

But Hermione had found many other similarities. Both were brave, though they tried to avoid direct confrontation, noting in common  to evil or any temptation to try to abuse any situation of privilege, nevertheless they were fierce when it came to defending what they understood to be right.

Immersed in her thoughts, her legs led her to her sanctuary, that corner of the library that took her away from the usual hustle and bustle and allowed her to concentrate on her readings and the writing of her complex essays. The same corner whose window overlooked the quidditch pitch, from which, she furtively observed the training sessions of Gryffindor's team or, perhaps it would be better to say, the developments of one of the team's newest members.

As the smile insinuated itself on her face, Hermione could not help but reflect on how extraordinarily complex it was to understand Ronald Weasley.

Ron, sighed to herself.  She really couldn't understand him! There seemed to be two of them and they alternated with each other in an unpredictable way.

Ron was loyal to a fault, but sometimes he seemed a little jealous of Harry's reputation. Most of the time he behaved like an insensitive fool and yet sometimes he surprised her with gestures of infinite tenderness. She could have the funniest talk with him and tell him all the places she planned to travel when she finished school, but it was mentioning Bulgaria and Ron seemed to turn into a manticore.

When he flew over the grounds of The Burrow, he seemed to be in perfect communion with his broom. She had been surprised to discover that sometimes the twins had suddenly thrown some quaffles at him and he would alter his flight to intercept them with an almost feline grace, but it was flying over the school pitch and he becoming into a nervous mess of hands and feet struggling to hold onto his broom, with an unsettling shade of green on his face.

For the most of the people, Ron was what could be defined like a lazy who was always behind in his schoolwork and unable to perform a spell correctly during class, but, the day after she helped him complete his homework or gave him a practical demonstration on it, he seemed to be able to perform it almost perfectly and, not even then!  He seems to have a consistent line of behaviour at this point. Ron didn't seem to have the slightest interest in learning basic glamour spells, how transfiguring a rat into a chalice or making a potion to cure warts, and yet, he was perfectly capable during DA’s training, of transfiguring a cushion of The Room of Requirement into a solid block of solid stone to ward off a spell cast by Harry, while he counter-attacking him by throwing impedimenta spell that caused Harry to retreat ten yards.

And in spite of all that crazy, absurd, unrealistic and incomprehensible double personality she loved him. Oh my God, how she loved him! She couldn't understand it, but it was the truth and she knew it wasn't a young girl's crush, it was something else. She could see his faults and the weaknesses of his personality that he should try to correct, such as insecurity in himself and eternal self-comparison with his brothers and in spite of everything. . . there it was. The blurred sketch of the formidable man he was destined to become just by trying it from the bottom of her heart. A man who would make any woman's heart tremble like, he already did her own.

She was deep in thought about the irritating redhead when she discovered a parchment note carelessly folded in front of the seat she used to occupy in the library.

She opened it out of curiosity, recognizing the sloppy handwriting of the object of her tribulations as she began to read it. . .

"So, what's a teaspoon?"

As they moved along the lines of the writing, her eyes widened meanwhile one of her hands went over her chest in an unconscious attempt to calm the rampant galloping of her heart that seemed to have gone mad with the careless lines of writing.

“...To seem happy, sad, haughty, understated,

emboldened, fugitive, exasperated...”

It seemed that the world had been turned upside down and where once there was a mindless lout with the same sensitivity as a teaspoon, now there was someone who had been able to correctly interpret the verses her mind was slipping on. But that was inconceivable to Ron.

He... he really can't have been able to show me this, she thought as she began to reread thinking that she was being part of some kind of joke or enchantment the twins had left behind. A joke or a spell that should perhaps be called cruel because of all it was doing to feel  to her.

  To be fainthearted, to be bold, possessed, abrasive, tender, open, isolated, spirited, dying, dead, invigorated, loyal, treacherous, venturesome, repressed.

Not to find, without your lover, rest. To seem happy, sad, haughty, understated, emboldened, fugitive, exasperated, satisfied, offended, doubt-obsessed.

To face away from disillusionment, to swallow venom like liqueur, and quell all thoughts of gain, embracing discontent;

to believe a heaven lies within a hell, to give your soul to disillusionment; that’s love, as all who’ve tasted know too well.

 “Ro... Ron!” The exclamation escaped like a whisper from her lips while her legs seemed to waver when she completed the last line. . .

“I do”

Hermione dropped into the chair at the impending failure of her legs to hold her as the crying made its way through her chest to replace her breath with an incoherent set of hiccups and sobs meanwhile  she pressed the parchment  to her chest.

No. Ron Weasley was not the callous wart she had said, nor was the imbecile with the emotional range of a teaspoon. No, Ron was just a normal teenager in constant confusion because of the tide of hormones circulating in his blood, the emotional overload of facing feelings whose intensity she herself knew very well, the recognition of the darkness that was approaching, and right now, the boy who feared for his father's life and who would put under a thick shell all the pain and all the terror that his heart harboured for, with  an apparent indifference to avoid further anguish to his family during these times of tribulation, just as he did in the second year, when he went into the forbidden forest with Harry.

But, above all, Ron was her friend. The friend who needed her now more than ever, and as she began to write a letter to her parents explaining why she couldn't stay with them for the Christmas break, she couldn't help but notice the tremor in her hand and how her knuckles went white clutching her quill when one simple question seeped into her head:

Who- the hell- had taught Ronald Bilius Weasley what love was?

 Notes: My infinite and sincere thanks and affection to @headcanonsandmore. Without their help, it would have been impossible for me to write this text in understandable English.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25219924/chapters/61129561

I would like to say, the inspiration for this work came after having a delicious chat with the author of the fic "Books" by @fightfortherightsofhouseelves ( You can find her work here in AO3).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14771213

Obviously, the reference poem is not mine. I wish! The author is the Spanish poet Lope de Vega. Possibly the quill who has best expressed the feelings of love through its verses in universal poetry. The English translation was done by David Rosenthal.

[meetmeinthematinee]

Torn Ch 4 --- John Wick x OC fic

A/N: Remember my long neglected John Wick x OC fic? No? Well, finally got around to another chapter. Need a refresh? 

Ch 1 --- Ch2 --- Ch 3 

“Hmm. I’m really not sure! I’m leaning towards the textured blush paper with gold envelopes but I---I really don’t know.” The indecisive bride-to-be ran her hands over the paper options laid out before her on the large wooden table. She fixed her eyes on Kristen with a look that spoke volumes of just how overwhelmed she was. “What do you think?” She asked hesitantly. Kristen smiled warmly and set down her pen. “Personally, I really like the combination of the sage green envelope lined with gold and the blush pink paper for the card. It works all of your colours into it and I think it will look soft and elegant---but it’s really all up to you. Trust your taste!” The woman across from her lit up with excitement. “Oh my gosh! I love that idea SO MUCH! Yes. You know what? Let’s do that.” She said. “Ok, sage green, gold and pink it is! I’ll need a list of full names and addresses to do the hand lettering---as soon as you can get them to me.” Kristen said. “Of course! We just finalized the guestlist so I can have that to you by the end of the week.” She let out a sigh and visibly relaxed. “Thank you so much for everything Kristen. You’re a dream to work with!” 

Kristen smiled widely and gathered up the requested items and tucked them into a thin box. “That’s so kind. I’m happy to be a small part of your big day.” She said. “We just got in some really gorgeous planners if you need one to keep track of everything.” She said as she gestured to the display at the front of the shop. “Actually, I could use one---planning this wedding is a beast of a task. I mean, I’m excited and all---but it’s a lot!” Kristen smiled knowingly. “It is---but you’ll get it done. Just make sure to take some time to yourselves and recharge too. Thanks again for trusting me with your invites. If you have any questions about planners Steph can help you.” Kristen said, gesturing towards Steph behind the counter before heading to her office. She loved these client meetings but always needed a few moments to herself afterwards. Weddings were the bread and butter of her business---so she always put so much pressure on herself. She sank into her office chair and sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. 

The gentle knock on the door startled her. “Boss?” Steph asked as she peeked into the office. “Someone is asking about a supply order.” “Oh. Thanks Steph. I’ll be right there.” Kristen sighed again and stood up. Drumming her fingertips on the smooth surface of her desk. Collecting her thoughts. She checked her appearance in the mirror by the door and tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear before striding to the shop counter. “Hello madam. You must be Kristen, yes?” She was taken aback at the formality of the persons speech. “Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?” “Pleased to meet you Kristen, I’m James. I’ve been sent on behalf of my employer---we’re looking for a supplier of fine paper goods for our boutique hotel.” “You’d be my first corporate client---I’ve never done wholesale before.” “We’ve heard good things about you---and we always deal locally when we can.” He said. “Well, shall we get started?” She asked. “Yes, please. Thank you for accommodating me, it’s most appreciated---and apologies for not setting up an advance appointment.” “There’s no need for apologies.” She said with a warm smile. “So you’re a new boutique hotel in town?” “We’ve been in Buffalo for a long time but the city has changed so much. We feel it’s the right time to reopen.” James said. “We do value discretion. The plans haven’t been announced yet.” He added pointedly. “Understood.” She said with a sly smile. “Your secret is safe with me.” They worked together to put together the initial order for the hotel. Planners, stationary, pens, pencils. Plain black leather bound notebooks. “Do you need the name of a printer to have the items branded with your logo? I have a great one I work with.” “No, thank you. We like to keep things very minimal. Exclusive.” He said. That struck Kristen as odd. What kind of hotel didn’t want or need branded stationary? It must be a very expensive hotel---but in Buffalo? How would that work out she wondered. They worked together efficiently to get everything sorted. James followed her to the register. “Do you accept coin or shall I pay by card?” “Coin?” She asked with a small polite laugh. James immediately brought out his black company card and left the gold coins in his pocket. “Card is fine.” She said as she rang up the order. “Here’s my business card. Please do call when everything arrives. It’s been a real pleasure, Kristen.” “Likewise. Thank you for coming in. I’ll be in touch when everything is ready.” She said, taking his very elegant business card from him. “Have a pleasant evening.” He said as he left the store. “You too.” She called out distractedly as she examined the exquisitely designed business card. The Continental. Buffalo, New York. It read in elegant gold script. She recognized the address. It was a beautiful old building downtown. It had been empty for decades and she always hoped it would be saved from the wrecking ball. “What what that guy’s deal?” Steph asked loudly, causing Kristen to jump. She looked out the door and then at Steph with a puzzled look on her face. “I honestly have no idea. He was kind of...odd. Wasn’t he?” Steph laughed. “He’s definitely not from here. I know that for sure. He seemed, British?” Kristen hummed in agreement. 

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John was at the kitchen island with the crossword and a cup of coffee, his pen in hand, brows furrowed, when she came in with the groceries. Kristen put the bags down in front of the fridge before she wrapped her arms around his waist and placed a kiss on his temple. “Crossword, huh?” She said as she peered over his shoulder. “Mmm.” “You know I have many comfortable chairs to sit on, right?” She said with a laugh. He turned to meet her eyes and smirked. “I like your kitchen. It’s comfortable. It’s better with you here, though.” Kristen’s face scrunched up as a blush crept across her cheeks. “You absolute sap.” She said as she swatted his shoulder playfully. He smiled and shrugged. “Oh---I read that there’s a meteor shower tonight. I was thinking we could drive out somewhere near my place and see what we can spot?” He said. She smiled and shook her head. 

It was one of those moments where what he had done for a living and who he really was stood in such contrast that she couldn’t help but laugh. “What?” He asked as he bumped his shoulder against hers. “You got a date idea from an actual newspaper. It's funny---and very sweet and sounds like fun.” She playfully pushed him off of her and crossed her arms. A small smirk on her lips. “Yeah, yeah I’m an old man.” He said with a laugh as Kristen turned and started putting the groceries away. “I’d help you but -- my aching bones and all.” He shot her a pointed look before he turned back to the crossword with a huge grin on his face. 

He lasted all of 30 seconds before he was at her side helping put things away. “How did your bridal consult go?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in against his chest. She felt herself relax, letting go of tension she didn’t even know she was carrying. “It went really well.” She said. “No bridezilla action? I don’t have to get involved?” He teased. “No, she was great actually---just the usual deer-in-the-headlights look that most people who plan their own wedding have.” He squeezed her a bit tighter in his arms and kissed her forehead. He thought about his own wedding. It seemed so long ago now but not nearly long enough to stop his heart from feeling that familiar tug of grief. The edges of it had dulled a bit---and even more since he’d finally been able to open up to Kristen about it. His very next thought was of her. What she’d look like walking towards him. Toward a life together. “John, you’re squishing me.” She said, snapping him out of his thoughts. He loosed his grip on her and ran his hands down her arms. Taking her hands in his. “I’m in love with you, Kristen.” He said quietly. Almost to himself. “I love you.” He said loudly, his eyes filled with warmth and hope as he gazed down at her, a smile playing on the edges of his lips. Her breath hitched in her throat. John watched her expression carefully. Taking in how her lips parted and her eyes went wide as she registered what he’d said. She squeezed his hands tightly. “I love you too. So much.” She looked radiant. Her smile crinkling the corners of her eyes softly. He leaned down and kissed her, one hand splayed on her lower back as he slid the other into her hair. He leaned back against the kitchen island and pulled her tighter against him. He hadn’t meant to blurt out his feelings for her like this---but it felt right. This moment. In her kitchen. She was his home---and maybe he could be hers. 

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They leaned back against the bumper of the car, watching the meteors track across the sky. Steam rose from their thermoses of hot chocolate, dissipating into the cold autumn night as Dog and Gremlin sat at their feet. They’d become fast friends---much to the relief and delight of John and Kristen. Dog never minded when Gremlin would lean on or even sleep on him. He’d give the occasional sigh of resignation and that would be it. “It’s beautiful out here. How’d you find this place?” She asked. John shifted and pulled her in closer to his side. “When I first moved here I was alone a lot. Restless. I think I took Dog to every park, every hiking trail all around the area.” He said. “Oh! That reminds me---there may be a new place we can explore together soon.” She said. “Where’s that?” He asked before taking a sip of his drink and staring up into the sky. “A new boutique hotel is opening up---or supposedly, reopening downtown. They came to my shop for a huge stationary supply order---but here’s the thing, the guy was really kind of weird. So...formal? I’m not sure how well it’s going to go over here.” “You said reopening?” John asked. Dread crystalizing in the pit of his stomach. “Steph thought it was weird too. I mean, he asked if he could pay by coin or card. What a dad joke.” She said. “What did you just say?” He asked. Kristen noticed that John’s whole demeanor had suddenly changed. “Coin or card.” She repeated. John pulled away from her. “It wasn’t a joke, Kristen.” John said harshly. “Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner. You have NO IDEA what you’ve gotten yourself into.” “John---I was about to tell you when I got home but then the conversation we were having seemed more important. Kristen, I love you. That’s nice but this weird guy came into the shop today. Would have been better for you?” She said, throwing her hands up, her lips drawn into a hard line. John exhaled and shut his eyes, taking a minute to calm down. “No, you’re right. You had no idea that this meant anything and I’m sorry. Did he tell you what the name of the hotel was?” He asked. “Shit, I think it started with a C. The Centennial? No. That’s not right.” She said. “The Continental?” John asked flatly. “Yeah, that’s it. How did you know?” “It means they know about us.” “Who’s they?” She asked “The High Table. The people I used to...work for.”

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[bee-kathony]

Tales From Fraser’s Ridge - Part 31 “Touch”

a/n: this takes place in DoA before Bree has arrived and thank you @julesbeauchamp for this moodboard!

Missing Moments

There is truly nothing better than having someone brush your hair. And if that someone is a tall, red headed scot with large hands who happens to take you to bed every now and then — it’s even better.

Most nights, it was me who stood above Jamie, picking out nettles and grass from his hair. He was a wild man, a savage. One who would crouch in bushes to catch his prey and proudly bring it home for me to cook. One who cleaned his gun methodically each and every night, placing it back in its spot above the mantle. Running my fingers through his curls each night felt as good for me as it must have for him.

My fingers would dig into the base of his skull, massaging the tender spot where so many years ago he had been struck with an ax. Jamie would sigh and his shoulders would ease, all the tension relieving from the day from just my touch.

He had just come in for the day after hunting with Ian. They had caught a few rabbits that would cook nicely for stew and also a deer they had been hunting for several days. Ian was outside, skinning the deer and Jamie was stomping his boots on the edge of the porch as I had made him promise to do before he came inside.

“My Sassenach,” he smiled, wrapping one arm around my waist as he kissed me hello. “Did ye manage to dig up all yer wee herbs?”

“Oh yes,” I kissed him again, tasting the salt of perspiration on his lips. “My wee herbs are stocked and accounted for.”

“That dear should last us a few weeks, thank Christ we caught it,” he took a seat near the fireplace, lifting his feet up on a small stool in front of him. “Twas a close call, but Ian was the one to shoot the beast.”

“Ian’s a good shot, eh?” I came to stand behind him, already pulling out a few bits of grass from his hair.

“Learnt from the best,” he hummed softly and I knew he would have a slight smirk dancing on his lips.

“That he did,” I bent to kiss his temple and he reached a hand up, caressing my cheek.

“I missed ye today as I do always when I’m parted from ye,” he turned his face to kiss me. “Come sit,” he rose then, taking my hand and leading me to sit in his chair.

“Why? I have to get all the weeds and bits from your hair before supper,” I looked up at him, following his gaze as he walked behind me.

“Ye do that every night, mo ghraidh, ’tis my turn to do it for ye,” he smiled and then placed his hands on my shoulders, urging me to sit back in the chair. I wasn’t going to complain if he wanted to touch my hair, in fact it was a welcome.

“Where’s yer wee brush?”

I pointed over near the bed, “Just in the cabinet.” He found it quickly and walked back over behind me, tugging at the string I had to tie my hair back. “Are you going to tell me why you got the sudden urge to brush my hair, Jamie?”

He scoffed, “Can a husband no brush his wife’s hair?”

Smiling, I nodded and relaxed further in the chair, “I suppose he can. It’s just not something they normally do.”

“If men had wives wi’ beautiful hair like yers, they would do it more often, Sassenach,” Jamie said as he ran his fingers though my hair from scalp to end. “A wee bit tangled.”

He started at the ends, brushing out any kinks before moving up to my scalp. “Have you done this before James Fraser?”

“My Mam used to ask me to brush hers sometimes,” he said and I knew he would be blushing. “I didna mind it, twas better than gettin’ the strap from my Da. She had straight hair though, no curly like mine or yers.”

“Red hair,” I said softly. “Like yours… like Brianna’s.”

“Aye, just like hers,” he said wistfully. “Ye told me she has curly hair too, but wears it straight now? How is that possible, Sassenach?” His fingers continued to run over my head as he put the brush down beside me.

“It is curly, just like yours and mine. It was quite a pain when she was growing up, but we managed it,” I smiled, remembering how the comb would get stuck in her hair fresh after a bath. “In her time, there’s a way to relax the curls with solutions — chemicals or by using a hot iron of a sort.”

“All that just for straight hair?” He chuckled. “Seems like a pain.”

“Beauty is pain, my love.”

“I ken she is beautiful wi’ whatever hair she chooses to have,” he said and my heart fluttered at his statement. I wanted more than anything for him to be able to see her for himself. To hold her in his arms and to touch that beautiful red hair that I had touched so often.

“I used to plait her hair as a little girl, she always wanted it that way for school,” I said fondly.

“I ken how to plait, Jenny taught me,” Jamie said as he pressed firmly on my scalp making me moan slightly. Then I felt him parting my hair into three sections and turned my head to look up at him.

“Are you seriously plaiting my hair right now?”

He looked down at me with wide owl like eyes, “Should I no?”

“Do what you must,” I laughed and then turned back to let him continue. It was almost hypnotic — the feeling of his fingers tugging and pulling my hair into a three strand plait. He had large hands so I imagined that he would be able to easily hold all of my hair in them. My eyes were closed and the heat from the fire was sinking into my bones. He reached down, his hand finding the string I had worn earlier that he gave me to hold. A moment later, he was tying up the end of my plait.

“Looks bonny,” he said, bending over to kiss the top of my head. Before I could move and insist he let me continue the work on his hair, his hands were at my shoulders, warm and strong on my tense muscles.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” I sighed, feeling drowsy.

“My wife works hard to make our home lovely,” he said softly. “She deserves to be treated with such admiration.”

“You do have a way with words, Jamie,” I smiled, melting at his touch. “Ooo, just there.” He dug into my back, pressing firmly with his thumbs. “You also have much stronger hands than I do.”

“Naturally I would, Sassenach,” Jamie laughed, squeezing my shoulders. His hands moved down my arms, lightly pressing. With every touch, I couldn’t help but moan as the tension was released from my body. Most of my days were filled with labor — feeding the animals, tending to my garden… making love to my husband, and my body ached. His fingers were like magic, soothing every muscle. I shivered as he slid his fingers lightly back up my arms and moved them over my neck. Pressing lightly, he dipped his fingers over my chest, settling on the tops of my breasts.

“Smooth as silk,” he said, lightly stroking the skin peeking out over my bodice. It had been warm in the cabin and I had taken off my kerchief before he had returned home. I felt my nipples harden under my bodice, standing to attention from his delicate touch. There was just enough room for his hands and he slid them down further meeting bare flesh. “Warm too,” he chuckled, “I could keep my hands here all day.”

“I have no issue with it,” I smiled, letting my head fall to the side against his arm. Moaning as his hands began to knead my breasts, I pressed my thighs together, feeling an ache build. Jamie was gentle but firm, exerting just enough pressure as he touched my nipples, pulling and tweaking them.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” I mumbled. Just as he squeezed them together again, his hands slipped out and I opened my eyes, turning to protest. He walked around to kneel before me, pulling me to the edge of the chair and pressed his lips firmly against mine.

His tongue snaked out between his lips, parting my own. My hand slid up to cup his cheek as he held me to him. “I needed to kiss ye, Sassenach.”

“And I’m glad you did,” I smiled and pulled him back to me, letting his weight press me back onto the chair.

[gudmythicalmorning]

Rules: tag 10 followers you want to know better

Tagged by: @rhinkit-sinkit

Name: gud

Star sign: scorpio

Height: 5′5?

Middle name: christine

put your music on shuffle, what are the first 4 songs to pop up?

turn your face - little mix

maybe - alina baraz

unsteady - x ambassadors 

back from the edge - james arthur

Grab the closest book to you and turn to page 23. whats line 17?

don’t have books around me atm lol

Ever had a poem or song written about you?

no?

When 2was the last time you played air guitar?

uhhhhh a while ago i don’t remember

Who is your celebrity crush?

Adele

Whats a sound you hate, and one you love?

i hate any inorganic loud sound, ex. construction, alarms etc. i love the sound of waves, the wind, rain

Do you believe in Ghosts?

yeah

How about aliens?

yes. totally

Do you drive?

yes

If so have you ever crashed?

yeah once into a light, twice into a deer, and the other was a fender bender

What was the last book you read?

i believe BOM?

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

not really? but i don’t hate it

What was the last movie you saw?

Alita

Do you have any obsessions right now?

mmm i guess GMM

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

yeah kinda

In a relationship?

ye

Tagging all @pogsquirtsquad that haven’t done this, @corhinkydink , @rhinkipoo, @spockina , @rhinksession , @chronicallyilltrashcan , @the-average-bear , @willneverbeordinary

[babybluepeaches]

Permission pt.3 {a killmonger fic} 

pt.1  /   pt.2

AN: Holy cliffhanger! Just when you and Erik think you’re out of danger for the night, you realize you could be getting arrested. Non protected exhibitionist smut for my ladies and fellas, don’t try this at home! (or outside)

....

“Fuck,” Erik says, settling for ripping the zip ties binding your arms off rougher than originally intended. Once you’re free, you two waste no time jogging to the back of the house and escaping out the back door. When you burst out, neither of you stop running. Full of adrenaline from the altercation, you both sprint 4 blocks until you come across a gated residential area.

“C'mon,” Erik says, as he grabs your hand and pulls you in the direction of the buildings. Your pace slows and you two are as silent as deer in the forest.

You watch Erik’s face while you both go stealth mode. So alert, he seems like he’s a different Erik than the one you’ve been taking night drives with. When he saw you were in danger it’s like a switch flipped in him.

While you two are mid-sneak, Erik seems to hear something you don’t. He quickly pulls you both into the shade, pressing your bodies together. You’re both perfectly still.

After a moment you hear it too, footsteps and light conversation. After some eavesdropping you can tell they’re security guards walking in a nearby area.

You would look, but you trusted Erik’s stillness and stayed put. It was your first breather since the incident and you decided to take in your environment. You and Erik hid against a shaded wall by the residential pool. Erik has you tightly pressed up against his chest, one hand around your back and one on your ass. His breath was in your ear, and the reflection of the pool casts blue light onto his skin. While his chest raises your body up and down, you can’t help but think about him taking down those men so expertly. His combat was so smooth, you were embarrassed that you even worried about him. He didn’t even need your gun, he was obviously a natural fighter. That intensity you saw in him, you’ve never seen anything like it.

“Aye,” Erik says softly, after you’re both sure you’re alone, “You good?”

You pull back to look and him and you find his eyes searching your body for injuries, yet he doesn’t relinquish his hold on you.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you look at your hands resting on his studded chest and add, “He didn’t hurt me.”

“Good,” he strums his fingers across your butt and seems relieved.

You look up at him and brush your hand through his bangs, his breath still thudding in his chest.

“You were amazing,” you say.

A smile slowly pulls at Erik’s lips, “Yeah, like I was about to let you get iced by the Joker.”

You almost bust out laughing and you have to quickly cover your mouth to keep it from escaping. Seeming grateful at your mood change, Erik pulls you up his body to sitting position. You instinctively wrap your legs around his torso, and quickly and silently he flips you both around so your back is against the wall.

“Nah, nah, ssssh” he whispers as you giggle through your hand, “We gotta be quiet.”

Nothing seems to stop your giggle fit from increasing. You almost got killed by a wanna be white trapper, Erik is James Bond, and he just called the nigga the Joker, what had your life become?

Erik removed the hand stopping your laughter, and only a little escapes into the air before your lips are met with his.

This definitely shuts you up, and your find yourself melting into him. He was strong enough that you felt comfortable being held up by him. Your lips separate and he kisses down your neck slowly and deliberately.

You gasp as you feel his teeth in your skin, and you involuntarily raise your leg. This gives Erik’s hard-on perfect access to your crotch, and you whimper softly when you feel it. The sound doesn’t linger long before Erik’s hand covers your mouth.

“If you want me right now, Imma need you to be silent, ight?” Erik says rubbing his hard dick against you. “Can you be silent for me?”

You nod, and grind your hips against his in response.

“Promise?” he whispers, as he unzips the front of your jeans agonizingly slowly. Your eyebrows knit together as you try not to make a sound, but your nod convinces Erik he can remove his hand. Once he does, your claws are sinking into his tattered shirt and using it to pull his lips into yours. You slide your warm tongue in to mingle with his, and you hear him start and stop a moan in its tracks. It wasn’t going to be you making the noise. You give his tongue a playful suck and pull back to look at him. His eyes have that lustful challenege look to them again. You like that. Erik reaches down and pulls your already unzipped zipper apart even further, causing it to rip your pants in half with a quiet snap. “What did you just-” you whisper, but Erik’s hand, which now has incredibly easy access, slides into your underwear. You gasp and grip his upper body as your toes curl. Erik shoots you a vicious smile before diving in to kiss you again while he rubs just where he knows will make you super wet. You’re almost putty in his arms but your fingers brushing against his zipper make his movements on you a little less persistent. You smile and unzip his pants, pulling his fingers out of you simultaneously. Without warning you slide his dick right into your wetness. You watch his eyes roll back and you use his body as leverage to fuck him yourself. Seeing him weaken made you give a small laugh, you had won. Erik’s hands slide up your hips softly, and hold you gently around your back. Just when you thought you had won, Erik spreads your legs father apart and starts fuckking you good into the wall. Fuck, fuck me, you’re mouthing, and before you know it, you’re beginning to say it out loud. This causes Erik to cover your mouth with his hand again, you dazedly nod in agreement. Too far gone to care who’s winning, you’ve never fucked this nigga raw before and his dick was heavenly. Erik moves the hand that was over your mouth to gently hold your throat. Slowing the pace of his hips, he makes sure you feel every inch of him while he steadily adds pressure to his hold on your neck. He watches your face contort in silent pleasure. Painfully aware of your vow of silence, your eyes fluttering and your increased wetness is the only affirmatives you’re able to offer Erik. Your nails sink into his back and he has to suppress a grunt, you smile weakly but have no more tricks up your sleeve to pull on him, you were about to cum. You whisper that you’re close into Erik’s ear and he removes his hand from your neck to start ferociously fingering your clit. You gasp loudly as the pressure builds, and neither can stop the loud moan you make as you buss on him. This causes Erik to quickly pull out and cum himself. You two stay in this position for a moment panting, smiling weakly at each other. After a minute you hear movement from the poolside. Still completely shaded, you two freeze, glancing over to see some loud college kids going for a late swim. Looking back at each other you both almost burst out laughing, and Erik gently pulls you off him and sets you down. You both quietly grab the rest of your clothes and put them on, except your newly ripped jeans of course. Erik grabs your hand and run pulls you to run off the property, back to the streets. Once you’re free you both let your loud laughter out. You run back to where your car is parked, giggling like kids the whole way. When you finally get back to the car you jump up on Erik and he catches you. “Did we just escape opps?” you question him with a smile, raising your eyebrow. “Did you just make your shirt into a dress?” Erik says, giving your long black shirt a tug which makes you laugh again. “Moves! She different! Y'all she different!” Erik exclaims, referencing those Nick Fraser stunting vines. “Shut up, let’s get out of here,” you say. Erik carries you around the car to the drivers side and let’s you down. When you get in y'all are blasting Fuck the Police by the N.W.A. followed by Imagine That by Nas, in celebration of your non-arrest. While you’re driving back to Erik’s place you light one of the blunts you keep in the whip, sharing it with Erik. He rapped to Nas and you sang the Lauryn Hill parts. It felt like all that terrible shit that occurred tonight never even happened.  

…

When you pull up to Erik’s place you park and pull the lever on your seat so that it reclines, and you shoot Erik a playful smile.

“Soo, now that I’m nice and lifted,” you give a grand gesture with your joint in hand, “You gonna tell me what that was back there?”

Erik smiles and wipes his beard, avoiding your gaze, “Mmm what what was?” he asks, knowing full well what you’re referring to.

“Uh uh don’t play with me Erik! You took out 4 armed,” you pause for dramatic effect, “men, with your bare hands!“

He smiles and folds his arms, looking down at them, “I done worse.”

“Word?” you say, sparking the blunt back up and sitting it between your lips.

“Mmm,” a pause “I used to be military. SEALS.”

You turned to look at him, blowing out a cloud. He seemed apprehensive about sharing this information. His pose was closed off, so you reach over and feel his scarred chest through the tears in his shirt.

“They let you in the SEALS with these?”

He chuckles and lays his hand on top of yours, rubbing both of your hands across the bumps.

“Nah. I actually did this when I was a black op.”

You raise your eyebrows but don’t stop Erik from guiding your hand over his skin, it seemed to soothe him.

“No wonder you thrashed those niggas,” you smile in disbelief.

He pushed his loc bangs back and sighed.

“Yeah but I didn’t kill ‘em,” he mutters, seeming relieved, “Any of ‘em.”

He leans back and you inhale the blunt.

“Is that what these are from?” you rub your thumb over one of his individual scars, “Kills?”

“Yeah.”

“From the military?”

“…Yeah.”

You eye him curiously and raise your eyebrow, “Just the military?”

He stares back at you, and for the first time since you knew him, he drops his eyes from your gaze.

“Nah.”

“Hmm,” you side eye him and take a few more puffs, “You gonna tell me?”

He chuckles darkly, “Nah.”

You smile and shake your head, “Deadass? You just gonna keep your dark past a secret?” You settle back in your seat and take a few more hits, “I knew it.”

He snatches the blunt from your fingers “Yeah,” he takes a smoke “I’m bout to keep my dark past a secret,” he smiles, but his voice falters.

“E,” you break the silence he created and shift your focus from the window to him, “Of all people you think, I’m gonna judge you about a grimy past?”

He sighs after a moment and says, “Yeah. You right.” Erik warns you about the length of the story he’s about to tell, but you don’t care. To your surprise he starts at the beginning, when he was a kid. Oakland was your hood too, so you were sucked in from the jump. He then tells you a LOT of wild shit, Wakanda, his cousin the Black Panther, how his revenge drove him to kill, how he tried to take the throne. You listened without a peep, just passing Erik the blunt when it was his turn. You just let him vent, sinking down in your seat.

“I didn’t understand, shit,” he laughed, “at that time I was just tryna get him to choose me… Choose us.”

When he said “us” and you knew he didn’t mean just you and him. He meant the genetic “us”. African people that had been denied Wakanda and got stuck in the trap of systematic oppression. The us, who’d been left behind. Just like him.

“But, yo, aint none of that shit T'challa’s fault man,” Erik says and you can tell by his sentence he’s sufficiently high. Next thing you know he’s politely requests the blunt, which you pass, thankful that he’s finally loosening up.

“T'challa was just doing what he had to do.” Erik took a long inhale and exhale, when the smoke cloud covered the windshield he continued, “Being king.”

“Mmm,” you let his statement sit before asking, “Did you kick his ass at least?”

He laughs, “Yeah. Technically I died though, so I guess that round goes to him.”

“You what?”

“Yeah. Wakandan technology might as well be magic though,” he ashes your blunt, handing it over to you, “My little cousin’s Jimmy Neutron headass brought me back from the edge.”

“What’s that like?” you ask, taking a smoke.

“Being dead?”

“Mhm.”

“Its the alive again part thats really fucked up,” you smile at his remark and smack his arm.

“Nah but really, I’m not allowed to just be Killmonger anymore. Now I gotta be Erik,” he sighs, “That’s why I didn’t kill any of them niggas tonight.”

Erik passes you the blunt thats burning its last life away, you take it carefully and ask, “But you wanted to?”

He looks at you like you’re stupid, “They were hurting you Y/N. Of course I wanted to.”

“Mmm,” you nod and bite down on your lip to attempt to hide your smile. Doesn’t work.

Erik glances at the clock, 5:43am.

“Fuck, I gotta go. Imma see you though,” he opens the car door and gets out. Before he starts walking you call to him to wait. Grabbing a big hoodie out of your backseat, you toss it at him. He looks down at his tattered and semi-bloody shirt and nods in agreement that he should probably cover up.

“Erik?” you lean over the passenger seat to look at him.

“Wassup?” he says, bending his head down to meet your gaze. “If you’re supposed to be leaving behind a life of danger and crime, what the hell are you doing hanging out with me?” you settle back into your seat and lay your head on the stirring wheel. “I guess I like yo dangerous ass,” he smiles playfully at you, pulling your hoodie over his head. This is when you assume he’s about to walk away, so you chuckle and start the car. “Hey,” Erik calls back at you. When you look at him, you see him form a fist and softly kiss his knuckles. He offers his fist out for you to dap. Smiling into your kiss, you do the same to your knuckles and press your fist to Erik’s. The indirect kiss gave you a momentary warmth before the connection was broken. “Ight E, see you,” you put the car in drive and Erik gives you an affirmative head nod. He shuts the door and let’s you go after your too-late night, and it won’t be the last one.

[voldemortsotp-blog]

Mistletoe and Earl Grey(Remus x Sirius)

Summary: Remus and Sirius spend the day alone in Hogsmeade, as James and Peter are in detention.

Warnings: Just a tiny little sprinkle of angst but mostly fluff

The wolf sprinted through the dark woods as the dog, deer and rat ran after him. Light was beginning to peek through the trees, making the thin layer of snow on the ground sparkle. The four of them came to the edge of the forest, and continued on to the willow tree, it’s movements still slow and sleepy, which allowed the wolf carefully walk down to the tunnel beneath it’s roots. The dog, deer, and rat turned back to their human forms while they waited for him.

“You have to allow me some dignity,” Remus had insisted the first time they had tried to follow him to the Shrieking Shack.

When Remus emerged, now in his human form, the Marauders walked calmly to the castle, then upstairs to the common room. These mornings were the only times they weren’t joking or teasing each other, they were just quiet.

“That one looks bad,” Sirius said, noticing the cut on Remus’ shoulder. He healed it in seconds by using a healing spell that they had all mastered by this time.

“Thanks,” Remus said, with a defeated tone in his voice, as there always was after a full moon. The four boys climbed into their beds and closed their eyes, to try and get some sleep before they had to wake up for breakfast.

“At least there’s Hogsmeade tomorrow, Moony,” Sirius said.

“James and I can’t go, because he wanted to slip some dung bombs into Snivellus’ bag,” Peter complained.

Sirius smiled, and not because he was remembering Snape’s face earlier that day.   

~

“Sirius, can you pass the potatoes?” James asked. Sirius didn’t answer. “Padfoot? The potatoes?”

Sirius’ face was red, and he seemed frozen, staring off into the distance. James glanced to the left to see what he was so captivated by. It was Remus, walking towards them in an oversized, knitted sweater.

“Bloody heck, Remus, what did you do to your hair?” James exclaimed, seeing Remus’ styled hair. “It’s standing up all weird.”

“I-i uh, I think i-it looks pretty good,” Sirius stammered. His face was steadily getting redder.

“Oh, you two should just kiss already,” James laughed.

“James!” Sirius shouted. He glared at him. James raised his eyebrows.

“Um, I need to get a book from the library,” Remus said, stood up, and left.

~

“Hi Remus,” Lily said when he walked into the library. She was, as usual, forfeiting most of her breakfast time to study in the library.  “You going to Hogsmeade today?”

“Yup.”

“And didn’t James mention that he and Peter can’t go because they won’t stop bullying Severus?”

“Yes.”

“So it will just be you and Sirius?”

“Yes, Lily.”

Lily smiled. “Remus…”

“Lily.”

“I saw him at breakfast this morning. He likes you back.”

“Lily, he’s my best friend. Besides James and Peter, I mean,” Remus said quietly. He looked down at his shoes. “I just don’t want to ruin everything.”

“Remus, don’t worry about it, I’m sure-”

“Lily, you don’t understand,” He looked back up at her and his voice dropped to a whisper. “They’re the only friends I’ve ever had.”

Lily grimaced. “I’m really sorry. I should’ve thought,” She said. “But don’t be afraid, Remus. Don’t be afraid.”

~

“James made me promise to get a few Nose-Biting Teacups for Snape’s tea today,” Remus attempted conversation as they sat down on a bench in Hogsmeade.

“Well, how about you go get those at Zonko’s, and I’ll go to Honeyduke’s?” Sirius suggested. “We can meet back here in about fifteen minutes.”

“Well we have three hours, I don’t think we need to split up.”

“If we split up then we’ll have more time for, um, snow angels,” Sirius argued.

Remus tilted his head in confusion. “Okay…” He said. “I’ll meet you back here after I get the Teacups.”

As promised, they met back at the bench in fifteen minutes.

“I got some Sugar Quills too-” Remus started to say, but stopped when he saw the box Sirius was handing to him. Honeyduke’s Best Chocolates.

“Um, these are for you,” Sirius said, and smiled. “I thought you might need some chocolate after last night, they said in Defense Against the Dark Arts that it makes you better after a dementor sucks part of your soul out, and I know that’s a completely different thing, but you’re still-”

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying,” Remus grinned, and took the box of chocolates. “Thanks. So do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks? Didn’t you say you need some help studying for O.W.L.s?”

“Yeah, I brought some of my textbooks.” Sirius confirmed.

“Okay, good,” Remus said. “I need some hot tea.”

“What’s wrong with butterbeer?” Sirius protested.

“It’s fine, I just think it’s too sweet,” Remus justified.

“That’s the best thing!” Sirius exclaimed as they walked into the tavern.

“Well what’s wrong with tea?” Remus argued.

“I don’t know, it’s just… Not sweet enough.”

“Sirius...” Remus rolled his eyes and smiled. “Well, what subjects are you having trouble with?”

“Transfiguration and Charms, mostly,” Sirius said. They sat down and ordered their drinks, butterbeer for Sirius and tea for Remus, of course, and spent the next forty-five minutes going over Conjuring Charms and the like.

“So does that make sense? Like I can do this?” Remus asked, pointing his wand at Sirius’ tumbler of butterbeer and Transfiguring it to tea just as he took a sip.

“Bloody heck, Moony!” Sirius exclaimed, almost choking.  “Mmm, it’s actually pretty good. Earl Grey?”

“Yup,” Remus threw back his head and laughed, but stopped when he saw what was hanging above them. Mistletoe.

“What’s wrong?” Sirius asked, taking another sip of tea.

“Um, absolutely nothing, it’s mistletoe,” Remus answered, pointing above their heads.

“Oh,” Sirius said. He stirred a sugar cube into his tea. The two of them looked at each other. Sirius leaned towards Remus. Remus leaned towards Sirius. Then their lips touched.

“Yes! Yes!” James exclaimed from doorway. He ran to them. “Wormtail and I managed to sneak out of the castle and I’m so glad we did!”

Sirius blushed. Remus laughed.

“James, calm down,” He said.

“I’m sorry, but I’m just so happy for you two,” James said. Sirius and Remus grinned.

[siriuslysnuffles]

A Fawn’s Christmas

just expect everything to be late. can also be read here on ffn! 

(December 25, 1980)

James Potter had always been an earlier riser from the moment he was born. It was no surprise, therefore, that he was the first one to wake up on Christmas Day at the Potters’ home in Godric’s Hollow.

He woke up to the beautiful sight of his wife’s curly hair sprawled across his chest. The top of her (his) shirt beginning to slide off her shoulders. He felt her legs tangled with his, and he couldn’t help the smile that emerged at seeing his wife in such a peaceful state. They’ve been in hiding for almost six months, and James couldn’t help but feel hopeless at times.

It was morning like these–when he allowed himself to take in the beauty that was Lily Potter–that helped remind himself that he was still luckier than most. The war was still going on, but he still had his friends, his lovely wife, and his beautiful son.

He was careful not to wake Lily up when disentangling himself from her. He placed a pillow under her head and readjusted the sheets to cover her properly. Lily shifted slightly before sighing softly into the bed.

James watched as his son’s green eyes focused on him as he entered the room.

‘Hello, my little love.’ He cooed to the little boy as he picked him up from his cot. ‘Do you know what today is?’

The infant in his arm looked up at his father, his facial features expressing his confusion. James ruffled up his son’s little tuft of hair.

‘I suppose you don’t understand me quite yet. But don’t worry,’ he assured his son. ‘Mummy doesn’t either.’

He placed Harry in his highchair and his wand on the table before quickly turning his attention to Godric who had wandered down. He grabbed the cat’s food from the cupboard and poured him the proper amount. 

James gave the cat a quick stroke before returning to Harry.

He laughed as he saw his son slightly levitating James’ wand towards him. It wasn’t the first bit of incidental magic they had seen from the young boy.

‘Harry,’ James said in what should have been a strict tone. His son was too cute, however, for James to be able to speak to him in such a tone.

‘I really need to stop leaving the wand on the table. Mummy’s going to murder me for it one day.’ He placed said wand in his back pocket instead.

Harry began whimpering at having the wand taken away from him.

‘Stop that.’ James’ eyes widened as they always did whenever Harry made any noise other than content. Harry’s whimpering continued, almost like he was challenging his father.

James quickly began looking in the kitchen for Harry’s favourite dummy. He carefully placed the dummy in Harry’s mouth and sighed in relief as Harry’s whimpering ceased.

He placed a kiss on his son’s head. ‘Fuck, you’ll be the death of me, love.’ His eyes widened once more, ‘I really need to stop saying that in front of you. Mummy will never forgive me if that’s amongst your first words.’

A grin appeared on James’ face. ‘I suppose I could always blame your Godfather Sirius for that.’

‘Good morning,’ Lily said as she walked into the kitchen, Godric purring against her leg as she passed by him.

She placed a soft kiss against her husband’s cheek.

‘Sleep well?’ He asked as he handed her a piece of bacon.

‘Mmm…some prat wouldn’t let me sleep last night.’

The redhead took her son from the highchair as she noticed his hands reaching out for her. She kissed his forehead tenderly as he began snuggling into her.

‘Are you hungry, Harry?’ He stared at her with the eyes so like her own. She coarsed the dummy away from him and placed it on the table. Her fingers began unbuttoning the shirt she borrowed from her husband.

‘What?’ Lily turned to look at the older of her two loves.

‘Gorgeous,’ he sighed as he looked at her flushed face.

‘Stop it.’ He came behind her, placing a loving kiss on the top of her head.

Harry watched his parents, not happy at having his mother’s attention diverted from him.

‘Definitely hungry,’ Lily muttered.

‘Is he asleep?’ James asked as Lily covered up her son with his blue blanket.

‘Yes,’ she stroked her son’s black hair gently. ‘You know he usually gets sleepy once he feeds.’ She looked at her innocent son.

Today would not be the day to focus on what might come.

James gently took their son from her arms, sitting down next to her. Lily adjusted herself so her head was lying on his lap.

‘Tired?’ He questioned her with a mischievous look in his eyes.

‘Mmm…’ She let her fingers draw circles on his thigh. ‘Someone kept me up all night.’

‘Really?’ He said as she giggled into him.

‘Yes, special snuggling.’ She teased him referring to his parents’ special term for sex.

‘Don’t use that kind of language in front of my son’s innocent ears.’ He said, covering up Harry’s tiny ears in mock horror.

‘Shut it, you prat.’

‘Mmm…Lil.’ James heard a giggle emitted from the girl in question.

‘Sorry, Jamie,’ she said giving him a look that contradicted her statement.

‘Look at Harry’s outfit,’ she said as she lifted her son into her arms before he attempted to harass Godric again.

James snorted. ‘Mummy dressed you like a fawn, did she?’ He cooed to his pride and joy.

‘He’s a reindeer,’ Lily corrected. ‘I promised Sirius we would wear the matching outfits he got us.’ She kissed her son’s cheek. ‘I think he looks cute.’

‘Of course he does, he’s my son.’

Lily snorted. ‘Whatever helps you sleep at night.’ She gave him a quick peck on the lips before handing him Harry. ‘It’s your turn to change his nappy.’

He groaned, sending her a playful glare.

‘Come on, my little fawn.’ He said bouncing his son up and down. Harry cooed at James’ action, sending James’ heart in overload.

‘Don’t tell Mummy, but you get all your good qualities from her. Let’s hope that includes your eyesight, yeah?’  

Harry laughed innocently as James smiled down at him.

There are worse things than getting to spend the day with his family.

‘Lily,’ James sighed as he came downstairs after putting Harry down for his nap. ‘Why is our cat dressed up in a Santa suit.’

‘Godric likes it.’ James looked back at the black cat that seemed to be glaring at his wife in disbelief.

James picked him up cautiously. ‘I’m sorry, but she really likes Christmas.’ The cat swiped at James’ jumper. ‘You’re a grouchy Santa, aren’t you?’ He set Godric down before the little beast became tempted to scratch him.

‘It’s Christmas,’ Lily mumbled into his chest.

‘Mmm…’ He dropped a kiss onto her cheek, letting the slight stubble on his face brush against her as he trailed kisses to her neck.

She moaned slightly before pushing him away.

‘Come on, deer boy,’ she said as she began dragging him upstairs. ‘We have less than two hours before he wakes up again.’ She looked at him with a mischievous look in her eyes. ‘And I do think you’ve been rather great this year.’

‘Only for you, Evans.’ His voice was slightly hoarse.

‘It’s Potter.’ She corrected, turning to place a quick kiss to his lips.

He was a goner.

‘Harry’ll be awake soon.’ He said as he trailed his hand up and down her back, loving the way she shivered slightly at the action.

‘He’s like a little timer.’ She grinned up at him. ‘But he’s ours, James.’

‘Ours,’ he said before kissing her lips gently.

‘Maybe we’ll give him a little brother or sister one day.’ James said as he began playing with her hair. ‘A little girl or boy with your hair.’

‘Or your hazel eyes.’ She adjusted herself, so she was hovering above him. She kissed her husband’s nose.

He smiled fondly at her. ‘Let’s get dressed, love. Sirius will be here later. Remus might pop in but the full moon was only a few days ago, and Peter’s spending it with his mum.’

He got up from his place next to her, a small kiss to her cheek. ‘Happy Christmas, love.’

‘Happy Christmas, James.’

‘Do you want to open one of your presents, Harry?’ James asked as Lily came into the living room.

‘Mama,’ Harry said, squirming in James’ arms.

James laughed. ‘Yes, love, Mummy’s wonderful.’

Lily took the baby boy from him. ‘Is Daddy being silly again, Harry?’

‘It’s not my fault he adores you so much, not that I blame him.’ He ran a hand through his  own hair. ‘I know too well what it’s like to crave your attention. The difference is Harry actually gets it.’

‘You got my attention just fine.’ She nudged him teasingly. ‘Your problem was that you were a major prat.’

‘S’not my fault that once fourth-year came some redhead minx decided to steal my heart.’

‘More like your brain,’ she giggled. ‘Didn’t you once fall off your broom when I came to your Quidditch practice?’

‘It might’ve happened.’ He looked at his wife affectionately. ‘Fifth-year, if I recall correctly, you had just started dating Adam Mumps. I wanted to impress you, and we both know that never worked out well for me.’

She pressed her head against his arm. ‘Let’s hope Harry’s better with girls than you were.’

‘Harry’s nappy is fine, Godric’s fine, the presents are under the tree, and Sirius should be here soon.’ He adjusted the faux antlers on his head.

James took in his wife’s reindeer attire.

‘I’m very fawned of you, my deer.’

‘No,’ she said, shaking her head at James’ puns.

He took the hand that wasn’t wrapped around their son, and he adjusted a strand of hair behind her ear and adjusted her antlers.

They heard a noise outside and a pair of voices.

‘They’re here.’ Lily grinned at him before running towards the door.

‘Does Mummy like them more than me, Har?’ He asked his green-eyed son, tapping his nose affectionately.

‘Dada?’ James placed a kiss on his head.

‘Yeah, I’m your dad.’

‘Doe!’ James heard Sirius’ boisterous voice as Lily opened the door. He walked in to see him hugging his wife, twirling her around.

‘Hello, Padfoot, Moony.’ James said, announcing his arrival.

‘James,’ Remus said. He looked as tired as James would have expected.

Sirius put down Lily, who looked flushed.

Sirius came towards James as Lily hugged Remus.

‘Hand me my godson, Potter.’ Sirius said, practically bouncing on his feet.

‘Har, do you want to go to your smelly Godfather Padfoot?’ The boy squirmed in his arms at hearing the name of his favourite uncle. ‘All right.’ He kissed his son before handing him over.

‘How are you, Harry?’ Sirius asked, smiling as Harry made to grab his nose.

‘Anyone want tea?’ Lily asked, holding Sirius’ discarded presents.

‘’Yes, with firewhisky please, love.’ Sirius said as he bounced Harry.

‘I could use some tea.’ Remus added as he leaned against the wall.

‘Put the presents under the tree, please.’ Lily handed him them to him and motioned for the boys to follow her.

His eyes trailed after her with a small sigh.

‘How are you feeling, Remus?’ Lily voiced her concerns as she poured the boys’ teas.

‘I’m good, Lily.’ His voice came out soft as he rested his forehead against the table.

‘You’re pale,’ she argued.

‘I’m always pale.’ She huffed softly.

‘Careful with the tea.’ She told Sirius as she saw him making faces at Harry.

Sirius held his godson securely against him. ‘He’s fine.’

James walked in, Godric wrapped in his arms.

Lily looked at him amused. ‘Tea?’

‘Yes, please.’ She grinned at him as he began stroking the cat.

‘Any reason you’ve kidnapped the cat?’ She questioned him, pouring a bit of firewhisky in the tea.

‘Mmm…’ He took a long sip of the tea. ‘He was lonely.’

‘He’s glaring at you.’

‘He loves me.’ She looked down at the cat in faux pity.

James stuck out his tongue at her.

The truth being that James Potter craved affection and couldn’t go long without it.

After the adults exchanged presents, it was time for Harry’s.

‘You first,’ Lily said as she looked at her husband’s pile for their son.

‘All right.’ He pulled the smallest amongst the pile. ‘Padfoot, may I borrow my son?’

‘No,’ he said, continuing crawling after Harry.

Lily laughed. ‘Black, hand us back our child.’

Sirius pouted but obliged the redhead’s request, handing the child to James.

‘Here’s your first Christmas present, Har.’ James cooed, placing the present in his son’s hands.

James took Harry’s hand in his, helping him tear off the wrapping paper.

‘It’s a snitch.’ Lily smiled gently as her son took the object in his hand. Harry made sounds of content as he saw the snitch moving slowly.

James tapped it with his wand. ‘You can play with it later. Probably be too distracted with your other presents.’

Sirius got up, bouncing with energy, ‘Mine next.’

‘Of course,’ Lily smiled, leaning against her husband. He looked down at her, his smile as wide as hers.

‘Tired, my doe?’

‘Just a bit.’

‘Come visit soon.’ Lily said as she hugged Remus goodnight.

‘I’ll try,’ he half-heartedly promised.

‘Take care, yeah?’ James said with a sleepy Harry in his arms.

‘Of course I will.’ He bit his lips gently before adding, ‘Just be careful.’

‘Of course.’ There was a serious pause where they acknowledged why they had to be careful.

Sirius approached them, interrupting the moment. He slung his arm around James briefly, giving his brother a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder.

‘Take care of my godson, okay?’ He said, messing up the small boy’s hair.

‘As always.’ Lily said before engulfing Sirius in a hug. ‘Visit us soon, Padfoot.’

‘As soon as I can, Doe.’ He gave her a quick forehead kiss.

‘Take care of her too, Prongs.’

‘Until the very end.’

Sirius nodded before motioning to Remus. ‘Come on, mate. Let’s let the lovebirds put the little one to sleep, so they can get to their presents.’ He wiggled his eyebrows at them.

Lily laughed happily. ‘Have a Happy Christmas, boys.’

‘Happy Christmas.’ They said simultaneously before walking away.

Lily shut the door.

‘Let’s get him to bed, poor thing was trying to stay up.’ Her fingers gently touched his cheek.

‘I think he liked his presents.’ James chuckled, ‘I don’t even think I got that many for my first Christmas.’

‘Spoiled little baby, weren’t you?’ Lily teased.

‘Miracle child.’ James responded, kissing his son’s head.

Lily quietly opened the door to their son’s room.

‘Goodnight, Harry.’ James whispered quietly, setting him down in his cot.

‘Goodnight, love.’ Lily said over his shoulder, walking towards Harry and covering him up with his favourite blanket and an additional one. She placed his stuffed deer toy, under his arm.

‘Let’s hope he sleeps through the night again.’ James took her hand in his. ‘Come on, love.’

‘Sleep tight, Har.’ She said before shutting the door.

‘Look, mistletoe.’ Lily pointed to the plant above their door.

A grin spread across James’ face.

‘If you wanted a Christmas kiss, all you had to do was ask.’ He leant down, kissing her gently.

‘I love you, Lily Potter.’ He sighed onto her lips.

‘I love you too, James Potter.’ She pulled away from the kiss, wrapping her arms around his waist. She was content in his arms, wishing she could remain in them forever.

Little did James and Lily know that that would be their last Christmas as a family.

Notes: I didn’t include Peter mainly because this was supposed to be more of Harry’s first Christmas with his parents, which is also why I also didn’t include too much of Remus and Sirius. Another reason is because at this point Peter had been the spy for a few months and likely would have avoided them at times due to guilt. 

Hope you enjoyed!

[avidfanficwriter]

Disneyland with a side of dessert

Chris Evans X Y/N.

Warnings:Sex, language. Not much else really.

Summary: 

Y/N is in a interview alongside Chris Evans, during so it’s revealed that  she’s never gone to Disneyland and Chris can’t fathom the idea. Being the gentleman that he is, he vows to take you to Disneyland because… everyone should go at least once in their life.  

Y/n  smile as her nerves tempt to get the best of her, James Corden is slowly making his way down the sofa, asking both fan and random questions that he found. Chris Evans was the first to go, answering the obvious questions. “What does he think about the new direction Cap is going? Does he see a real love interest with Agent 13 and Cap? How many dogs does he own? Is he more a dog man or cat man?” 

Y/N watched Chris answer the questions with enthusiasm and nervousness, he smiled too much and struggled to convey what he truly meant sometimes. However as James cards of question dwindled down, she knew it was close to being her turn. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem but she was late for rehearsals and had no clue what she would be asked. 

The English talk show host starts off simple, “where was she born, what was her favorite subject” and as the questions progress they become different in nature, some personal others ridiculous. It’s the second to last question that gets a reaction she didn’t expect. 

“Now, Y/N, is it true that you’ve never been to Disneyland?” Some of the audience members gasp with shock as James finishes his question. 

“Yeah…” She says quietly. Another gasp from the audience. 

“What!” Chris says, loudly. The shock in his voice causes a eruption of laughter to spill through the audience. 

Her eyes go wide as she stares blankly at James, like a deer in headlights. “I guess that was the wrong answer.” 

“Wait, you’ve seriously never been to Disneyland?”  Chris interrupts before James can ask the next question. He’s shocked. 

“Yes?” she says, confused. 

“How old are you?” A member of the audience shouts. 

“Thirty-one…” she says, skittishly. 

Chris’ shock doesn’t leave his face as he starred at you wide eyes for the rest of the interview. He was in utter shock that you’d never gone. It didn’t seem natural. Like the world–his world had stopped turning. As he leaned back on the sofa and starred at the strawberry blonde, he knew there was only one thing left to do.

“It’s alright, I’ll take you to Disneyland.” he said smiling and the audience cheered with glee. “I mean, gosh what’s another trip there for me.” he joked. 

Y/N smiled, hiding her eyes from Chris while he soaked up the moments of being a ‘hero.’ James had asked if he was serious about his remark to which he responded, “One doesn’t joke about attending Disneyland.” 

Y/n learned shortly after the show finished tapping that he wasn’t joking. She’s packing up her bag when a knock on her dressing room door, distracts her. Chris stands in front of her, a small smile on his face. 

“Hey.” 

She looks around, confused by his presence. “Hi…” 

“So when do you wanna go?” 

She raises an eyebrow at him, letting her hip prevent the door from closing on Chris. “I’m sorry?”

“To Disneyland?” he says, much like a child would do. 

Y/n chuckles, backing away from the door to return back to her bag while he slowly walks in, shoving his hand into his pocket. 

“It’s fine. You don’t have to actually take me just because you said it on national Television.” She says, shaking off the invitation. 

Chris smiles, “No, I was serious. You really have to go. You can’t live life until you’ve experienced Disneyland.” 

“Oh, really?”

“Really.” 

“Uh… alright…. How about a week from today?” She says, biting on her lower lip. 

“Yeah, that works.” Chris pulls his hand out of his pocket along with his cell phone, walking over towards her and handing her the phone. “Can i have you number please?”

“Sure.” She quickly puts in her information and handing it back to him. 

“Alright, I’ll see you a week from today, I’ll text you the day of to get your address and pick you up.” 

Y/N nods, giving him a small smile before he leave the room. 

Y/N cell phone buzzes on her nightstand, waking her from her slumber, her hand searches for the phone as she refuses to lift her head from the pillow. After the third buzz and her continues failed attempts at locating it does she finally lift her head, angrily pulling the phone off the stand and looking at it. Text  messages all from Chris. 

“Hey, It’s Chris. You still up for tomorrow?”

“I still need your address by the way. We have to leave early, six preferable. The park opens at eight but even then it can be packed.”

“And wear something cool. Shorts, light colors, nothing that will cook you.”

She groans, annoyed. Dropping her phone on the pillow near her head. Much to her dismay the phone goes off again. 

And wear sunscreen. Lots of sunscreen! :)

She smiles and reluctantly texts him back, saying she’s more than ready for tomorrow and that she can’t wait go to. Her address is the last thing she texts him before she falls back asleep. 

The next morning, she packs a small bag, lathers her arms and legs in sunscreen and awaits for the arrival of Chris. He arrives a few minutes earlier than he said he would, knocking on her door; dressed in a pair of boardwalk shorts, a blue shirt and a baseball cap. 

“Ready?” 

“Yeah, are you?”

Chris nods in response. 

“S’how many times have you been to Disneyland?” Y/N asks curiously, once they are in his car. 

“A couple of times.” 

“And it’s that fun that you keep going back?” Chris chuckles. 

“It’s fun, trust me. You’ll have fun.” 

After arriving at Disneyland, they had been there less than two hours before Y/N was ready to call it a day. They’d been to two of the themed areas and she was exhausted. The crowds were growing larger and larger every time they’d left a ride, she noticed. Chris however didn’t seem to mind, he was busy recommending that she try certain rides and certain foods. 

“Oh! I want a churro, do you want one?” She asks, motioning towards the small trolley. 

“No, I’ll pass.” Chris says, making a face of disgust. 

“You’ll pass on a churro? And you’re telling me I’m the crazy one.” 

“I don’t like them.” 

Her eyes grow wide, “What? How can you not like Churros?”

“I like churros, just not Disney’s.”

“Mmmhmm.” Y/n leaves his side, hurrying off to order a churro and a water bottle. She returns Churro in one hand and a water in the other, waving  the churro in Chris face.

“Oh, looky what I have here.” She says, jokingly. Continuing to wave the churro at him. 

“Yeah, yeah…” 

“How can you not like them?” She asks, taking a large bite out of it. “Oh, god you’re one of those people who doesn’t like his peas touching his other food, huh?”

“What? Where did that come from?” he asks, chuckling as they sit on a nearby bench.

“I don’t know, Mr. Churro-hating-guy.”

“I don’t hate them.”

“Yeah, sure. Tell that to those poor churros over there that are homeless.” She says, looking over at the trolley again. 

Chris shakes his head before pulling her churro near him and taking a large bite out of it. Y/N jaw drops as she faces him, looking at her freshly bite churro and back at Chris, whose proudly chewing ‘her’ churro. He smiles, proudly; raising an eyebrow at her. 

“My churro.” she says in a small voice. 

“Mmm, delicious.” Chris says, rolling his eyes. 

“It’d better be, I paid four dollars for that.” 

Chris chuckles, patting her on her shoulder, lightly. 

“Are you ready?” Chris asks, looking up at the roller coaster. 

“No…”

“Come on, you have to ride at least one roller coaster.”

“No…. see I’m not so good with the whole height thing.. or the loopy thing… or the being in midair thing. .”

Chris turns to look at you, his arms crossing over his chest. “Don’t you do your own stunts?” The brunette asks with a smile on his face. 

“There’s a difference between this and that.” She says, pointing up the roller coaster just as it passes. “With my own stunts,  at least i know, i go out on my own terms. This… the wheels could fall off, the cables could break, the pole could fall. Haven’t you seen any of the final destination movies? There was literary one that revolved around a roller coaster.” 

Chris chuckles which soon turns into laughter. “Relax, i’ll protect you.”

“I’m pretty sure one of the guys in the final destination movie” Chris gently wraps his arm around her shoulder pulling her along side them as he walks her to the fast pass line. “said that exact line and he was decapitated or something.”

“You’ll be fine.” 

“He said that too.” 

After the ride was over, Y/N is latched to Chris arm like a toddler. Her teeth chattering as they move away.

“See that wasn’t so bad.” Chris says, smiling. 

“This was revenge for the churro thing, huh?”

“No, you can’t go to the greatest place on earth and not ride at least one big roller coaster.” 

“Well, if throw up my churro, you’d have learned your lesson.” 

The pair, had spent the entire day at the park and night. They’d spent the hours, enjoying the company of one another and everything the park had to offer. Chris’ eyes lite up when he watched Y/N experience the firework show for the first time and ultimately stuff her face with cotton candy, another churro and half a shaved ice which she split with him. He’d bought her a Mickey mouse hat and a mickey mouse balloon which she fell in love with. 

Chris had no shortage of fun either, at this point in his life the park was no mystery to him, he knew every inch but some things still manage to surprise him. Like the way they tried to make the park a new experience for everyone, how you could ride splash mountain one day and get drench but the next time you would ride it, you’d get sprinkles of water on you. How the characters would dance with the childern encouraging the parents to join in. 

On the other hand, he still found it troubling that this was indeed her first time visiting the park. That she was thirty-one years old and had beeen living in L.A. for a little over ten years but hadn’t ventured to the theme park. 

As they walked through the parking garage, Chris and Y/n holding onto the small trinkets they managed to pick up through the park. 

“Did you have fun?” He asked, nudging the smaller woman. 

She smiles, “Yeah. Thank you.”

“Hey, it’s like i said, everyone should go at least once in their life.” 

Once they reach his car, they put everything in the trunk and head for the front seat where Chris sits, silently resting his head back for a little. Y/N looks around the vacant parking lot before turning her eyes back to him. 

“Are you gonna be okay to drive?” She asks, softly. 

He nods in response. 

“You sure?” She asks not entirely convinced. 

“Yeah, I’m just tired and my legs are killing me.” 

Y/n looks out the window, watching the flickering light when he speaks again. “Have you ever gone to universal?” 

“Does being outside it count?” 

“Guess that’s where we are going next time.” 

She turns to face him, “Next time?”

“Well, Universal is great too.” he says, raising an eyebrow at her. 

She nods, smirk. Her eyes meet his, seeing how tired he really was. His Eyes sporting circles under them, nearly bloodshot and he looked like he’d been up for twenty-four hours straight. 

He stares at her, intensely, the muscles in his cheeks tensing as he watches her. She keeps trying to smiling but it keeps disappearing. She puts her hand on his to gain his attention, thinking mayne he’s dazed off but her words get caught in her throat. Chris glances down at her pink lips. He leans forward, slowly inching towards her at first she pulls her head back knowing and fearing what was going to happen. her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watches hik move closer. Her green eyes move from his lips to his eyes and when he’s inches away from her lips, when he’s close enough to feel the hest betwen them, she closes it. Capturing his lips in a delicate kiss. p>

Neither of them pushed it deeper, to them it felt perfect, like they were no longer surprised that they found themselves in this moment. The nerves melted away as their kiss was a thing of beauty. A kiss that didn’t even feel real. The light from the garage illuminated the inside of the car as her hand came up to find his head, gently threading her fingers in his hair. 

They part, slowly; Chris leaning his forehead on Y/N’s. Each breathing deeply. She didn’t move and for a moment Chris searches for her eyes and much to his disappointment her beautiful green eyes are closed still and her smooth freckled skin is flushed, tinted with the color red. His hand slowly reaches out to graze along her cheek, she opens her eyes meeting his beautiful blue ones. His hand moves to her lips, his thumb resting on her bottom lip. A smile on his face. 

His thumb brushes her lip lightly, he whispers through a hoarse voice. “If you want me to stop, tell me now.” Y/N doesn’t say anything in response, she stares at him, her hand falling to his neck. Chris opens his mouth to add more but his words are held hostage by her mouth. She pulls him closer, her hand tightly wrapped around her neck and the other kneading at his t-shirt. The kiss is gentle. The same resilience as their earlier kiss but it’s not gentle she wants. She groans into the kiss, his hand gently squeezing her thigh as his tongue danced with hers. 

He pulls at her waist and thighs silently begging that she come closer, that sha can be right where he needs her to be. She takes a minute to think before doing so, crawling onto his lap and kissing him. There’s little room in the driver seat for two grown adults but room is the last thing thy are thinking off. they cant get enough of each other. their kiss deepened; his hands reaching under her shirt to touch her bare skin. His lips trail down her jaw, nipping at her throat. Every moan pushes him further but the small quarters only allow him so much access. 

Chris can feel the heat from between her legs near his manhood, the small shorts she’s wearing are doing little to hide her arousal.  He grips the bottom of her shirt, slowly lifting it over her head to reveal her small blue bra, he tosses her shirt into the backseat, gently pulling her bra down to capture her breast in his mouth. Her back arches as her chest pushes into him further and her hips grind onto him, he groans softly, low in his throat at the contact. 

She works her hand down his chest, inching her way towards his constricted bulge, unbuckling his belt and unzipping them. Y/n lifts herself off of Chris, settling back in the pass anger seat where she mimics Chris’ actions, her shorts come off.

He impatiently pulls her back onto him, his mouth seeking hers, hungirly. The windows in the car begin to fog as their lust for one another grows stronger. Y/n gently allows her self to sink onto him, slowly taking his length. He slides into her with ease, her walls squeezing him. She gasps when the back of her thighs meet his thighs. 

With a deep breathe, she looks down at him and his eyes meet her, the car filling with echoes of their breathe. She has a hand on his shoulder and the other on the chair while his are wrapped around her waist. 

“Hi…” He whispers starring deeply into her eyes, his warm breath leaving a trail of goosebumps down her spine. 

“Hi…” She repeats, meeting his eyes.  

He smiles, leaving a small peck on her lower jaw his grip around her waist tightens and he lifts her up slowly allowing her to sink back onto him. She moans quietly as she tightens around him. 

“Oh, god.” She gasps, moving her hips. He whispers her name over and over, chanting it as she consumes him. 

Her delicate body claiming him as hers and he never failing to respond. He holds his hand near her shoulder blades and the other on her hip bone, moaning against her. 

When Y/N cums, her body shakes with pleasure, her hands tightening around him while she soaks his manhood in her juices. He follows suit shortly after, forcing her down on him while he spurts his seed into her, growling near her ear. 

A noise interrupts their high, the fogged window obstructing any view they could have of whoever was the culprit. A metallic tap hits the glass again near the driver window. “Alright, Come on, kids. Get outta here. I’ll let you off the hook this time because no one is here but I’m coming back around here in five minutes, if you’re not gone; I’m gonna take you in… for…. you know what.” 

Chris is the first to start laughing, burying his face into her chest while he breathes deeply, gently leaving a small kiss on her collar bone. She holds his head also laughing at the moment. 

The car ride home was anything less than normal, a cloud of silence filled the car. Chris’ shorts stained with their bodily fluids, her cheeks flushed as she leans close to the window and esch refusing to look at one another. Once he arrives at her house  and he shuts off the car, the awkward air only grows. 

“Alright, thank you for today.” she says, smiling, turning to look at him. 

“Yeah, no problem.“ Chris says, nodding. 

“Okay, bye.” She says, opening the door and getting out of the car quickly. Chris watches her walk away, slowly. One of her hands is fumbling with her hair as she walks to her door, he watches her intently, all he can think of is being inside of her again. Filling her up all over again.

“Shit.” he says, hitting the top of the steering wheel before getting out of the car, quickly. He shoves his keys into his pocket and chases after her. “Y/N?” he shouts. 

Quickly, she turns around, shocked to see him again. He doesn’t stop moving, instead he collides with her, kissing her roughly. There was no fighting this kiss, no second guessing. They were fighting for dominance within seconds. He wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her around him as he pushes her into the front door, attacking her lips. 

Somehow she managed to unlock the door, allowing them entry and shes against the hallway wall in no time. The front door slamming and locking shut within seconds. He wasn’t wasting time. He pulls at her shirt, freeing her body of the cotton material and odes the same with her bra, roughly squeezing her breast before latching his mouth onto her chest. She moans and runs her hands through his hair

He sets Y/N  down, quickly pulling her shorts and her soaked underwear off before unzipping his pants, he turns her around, bending her into the wall and standing behind him. She gasps when she feels him swipe the tip of penis at her entrance. 

He sucks on her shoulder and licks up her neck while he guides himself into her. He holds her hips in his hand, as he drives himself into her. She’s moaning loudly and her body aches for him. 

“Oh, fuck Chris.” She moans softly. 

“Fuck, say that again.’ He whispers leaning over her, one hand holds her stomach while his slows his actions. He pulls out and agonizing slowly pushes back in. 

“Chris…” She moans again, louder. 

He stops, pulling out completely and turning her to face him, he hooks one of her legs over his hip, using his hand to hold her up as he pushes himself into her again, starring deeply into her eyes now. He kisses her, capturing her moans in his mouth, but when she moans louder rhan he expected he gives up, roughly slamming into her body. Chris grunts when she rakes her nails down his chest and grinds herself into him as he moves. 

“Oh, god….” She moans, loudly. Her head leaning back, eyes closed. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.” She encourages him. It’s music to his ears, the sound of her begging him to not stop, how her bare nipples drag against his chest with each thrust, how she starts to fall apart just before him. He’s so thankful they are out of that damn car, that he has room to see her for real now, to see her orgasm wash over her face, how her bottom lip quivers and her voice strains, how she desperately tries to pull herself away from him but at the same time tightens her grip along his back and arm, desperate for him to stay. 

Chris came with a loud grunt, his eyes closing as he leans into her. “Fuck.” He curses against her porcelain skin. Beads of sweat drip off their bodies as he releases her leg but doesn’t full let her go. They can barely move, barely stand without one another; Y/N’s body being held up by Chris and Chris being held up by the wall behind her.  

Y/N places a gentle kiss on his shoulder, “I thought you were tired.” She finally says, breathlessly. 

“Your bed is just as good as mine, better even.” he whispers, kissing her neck gently. She smiles in response.

“So, did you really take me to Disneyland because I hadn’t been or was it becuase of something else?” She asks when he turns to look her in the eyes.

“I just meant to take you to Disneyland because you hadn’t been this. This… This was just a added bonus.“ He whispers, devouring your mouth once again.

[mewmewpurin]

ALL THOSE RWBY ASKS. ALL OF THEM.

boooiii. 

·        Ruby Rose: What kind of Weapon would you have?

Hmmm… probably something like Nora’s hammer. Usually I’m all “attack, attack, attack” in games so an attack weapon would be best

·        Weiss Schnee: Do you ever feel lonely?

Of course! I think everyone does at some point in their lives.

·        Blake Belladonna: Who/What would you fight for?

Taiyang Xiao Long.

·        Yang Xiao Long: What makes you angry?

Abusing old people. I know that’s super random, but it gets under my skin so bad. Show related thing though is when you know a character is in the “right”, but everyone thinks opposite (EX: When Harry Potter tells everyone Voldemort is back) I don’t know why, but it makes me so angry and I have a hard time watching it.

·        Jaune Arc: How far have you come in the last year?

Speaking for 2016 uhhhhh not far? I don’t feel like the me of 2016 is much different from the me of 2015.

·        Nora Valkyrie: What's your favorite type of sweet?

I’m not a huge sweet person, but I do love cupcakes !! Does that count?

·        Pyrrha Nikos: Do you believe in Destiny?

;; but actually … yes and no? I want to believe.

·        Lie Ren: Are you more calm, or stressed under pressure?

Depends on the situation!! I’d say more stressed.

·        Sun Wukong: If you could be a faunus; which would you be?

Personality wise I’d probably be a Deer, but if I could pick then PUPPY.

·        Scarlet David: Would you want to stay young forever?

Yes. I actually have a fear of growing up.

·        Sage Ayana: What are your favorite hobbies?

Drawing! Though I don’t do it as much as I used to. Also I love cosplaying!

·        Neptune Vasilias: What are you afraid of?

A lot tbh ;; but like I said in the previous one, growing up is one of them

·        Coco Adel: What's your fashion sense like?

PINK. I like to wear really light colors.

·        Fox Alistair: Favorite Animal?

Panda Bears!

·        Velvet Scarlatina: What's your favorite fighting style?

For RWBY? Mmm.. I like Penny’s. It’s like a cute little dance.

·        Yatsuhashi Daichi: What's your Myers-Briggs?

INFJ

·        Cardin Winchester: Favorite Insult?

I ... I don’t think I have one...

·        Russel Thrush: Favorite type of bird?

A Beared Barbet!

·        Dove Bronzewing: How old are you?

21

·        Sky Lark: Favorite Color?

Pink and Yellow !

·        Penny Polendina: Do you feel guilty when you lie?

This probably makes me sound terrible, but... no? It’s kind of why I relate myself to Celestia from Danganronpa because I can lie pretty well

·        Flynt Coal: Do you play an instrument?

Nope! I wish I did though

·        Neon Katt: Favorite Song/Artist/Band?

I’m not that into music so that type of stuff depends on my mood and I really don’t have an all time favorite

·        Cinder Fall: What do you desire most of all?

To be financially stable

·        Emerald Sustrai: What have you done that you've regretted?

NOT SINGING FOR CINDERELLA AT DISNEY WORLD.

·        Mercury Black: Would you kill for money?

I desire to be rich, but I could never kill.

·        Neopolitan: Are you talkative or the quiet type?

With new people, quiet. With friends, talkative!

·        Summer Rose: Favorite Flower?

Forget-Me-Not

·        Taiyang Xiao Long: Who do you miss most of all?

Amii. They passed away back in 2015.

·        Raven Branwen: Have you ever just, left someone behind?

Not that I’m aware of..

·        Qrow Branwen: Do you like to drink?

I’m not against drinking, but I don’t do it much!

·        Peter Port: How Cocky are you?

0%

·        Dr. Bartholomew Oobleck: Do you like to learn about history?

Yeah, but not American history. I don’t know why, but I find World history just so much more interesting

·        Professor Ozpin: What do you believe to be your biggest mistake?

Letting other people tell me what I should do instead of making decisions for myself

·        Glynda Goodwitch: Biggest Pet Peeves?

When people leave the door to my room open?? I know that’s super weird, but it bothers me.

·        James Ironwood: Have you ever misread a situation?

Again, probably, but I can’t think of an instance like that...

·        Winter Schnee: What do you feel towards your family?

I love my family! My siblings can be annoying, but I know plenty of people who have it much worse

·        Salem: What kind of people do you hate?

Hate is a pretty strong word... I don’t really hate any sort of people... Bullies maybe?

·        Roman Torchwick: Do you often like to take risks/chances?

Nope. I stay in my box. I don’t go outside of it much at all

·        Adam Taurus: Have you ever been obsessed with anything?

uhh... RWBY?

[junefinnigan]

Welcome and Benvenuti to all my Lovely Followers Around the World,

Did you miss me?  So sorry not to have sent you a blog last weekend, but I can only blame it on losing my creative writing hat and spending too much time drinking wine in the sunshine!  I also wanted to send you happy news and as I no longer have access to the coffee shop and the daily newspapers, I found myself getting rather brain-dead.

But that’s all changed!  We have been inundated with visitors that don’t seem to understand how important it is to stay at home.  Firstly, Phil our resident Pheasant, has invited two hens to stay and was flaunting himself below our bedroom window this morning.  He’s obviously feeling very randy as he was fluffing his feathers up to give the impression that he is twice his normal size!  When he started jumping his startled hens, I had to look away, what an exhibitionist!

The lack of humans in the countryside has encouraged deer out into the open, I hope we might get sight of a herd of Cingale ( wild boar) too.  Below us is a field sown mainly to meadow hay and is proving very popular. Yesterday a lone deer made his way across the field and dissapeared into woodland, we both felt that this was unusual and hope he has not been chased out of a local herd.  The mind tends to over react at times!

Meanwhile, the garden is full of visitors including the stunning and musical Hoopie.  The disturbed earth around our new compost heap seems very attractive to them.  Also a pair of Jays, numerous wood pidgeons flocks of redstarts and many other birds whose names escape me.

And, on the subject of Compost Heaps, we are very proud to have completed our very first version of one, yesterday morning.  This then created the need for a wine break before lunch.  It is rather shameful that we have only just created one after having spent most of our lives living in the countryside with good sized gardens.  My beautiful Earth Mother daughter has been growing veg and using compost heaps for years.  I am not the greatest of cooks and she asked me very seriously on WhatsApp ‘What are you eating Mum?”  “I can cook if I have to!”  I snorted.  “Oh, I thought you might have ordered a flow of ready made meal deliveries!”  She chuckled.  Cheeky monkey.

OK, back to our wine break and I know I have mentioned the dance of the Swallow Tail Butterflies before, but they were back and getting very close to where we were sitting.  Out of interest we had previously looked up their lifespan and were astonished to read that in butterfly form they only live for ten days!  As one almost alighted on my man’s chest he commented “So, they have only ten days to work out if they are male, female or transgender.”  He said very seriously.  “Mmm. I think that one is female” I grinned.  Foto it.123rf.com

Anyway, we are managing to enjoy working from home, beating the boundaries and checking for new rosebuds, before at least two home-made espresso coffees and breakfast, talking a lot of trivia and drinking good wine.  The forecast is for sunny days for at least the next week so that’s good news; we have even had to start watering pots that are now uncovered!

Well, I could waffle on but there is one thing I want to mention.  London based James Lakeland, who is the brother of an English friend, designs beautiful women’s clothes that are made in Italy.  Like many fashion shops, he is really struggling at the moment.  He has managed to pay his staff so far and has now reduced his prices so low, you have to get on-line and start buying!  I have placed an order, so that’s my next concert outfit sorted, god knows when it will arrive here in Italy (Italy’s postal system is unpredictable), but it is worth it to support at least one deserving fashion house.  James also delivers worldwide!  Foto from James Lakeland Blogsite.  James lakeland

So, enough for now.  I have promised my man a veggie roast lunch, which will take me a while to prepare.  Needless to say, can’t wait to return to our local restaurant, oh, and my hairdresser.  I have an inch of grey roots creeping over my scalp.   It’s unnerving.  A few days ago my man said “Whats that shining on top of your head, oh, it’s not silver paper it’s ………”  He has Peter Pan Genes, still dark blond and, due to the lack of hairdressers, is sporting a long 70’s hairstyle.

Hope you are all safe and well.

Salute June x

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