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how did it end up like this? ✷ george weasley

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THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE GREAT HALL that morning was nothing short of pleasant as Y/N walked through the large doors, her eyes flickering over the smiling faces of the other students. Part of her was happy that something as simple as a quidditch match was enough to get the whole school excited, but the other part of her thought the day couldn't move on any faster. She just wanted to watch Gryffindor hand Ravenclaw their asses on a shiny, silver platter, and there was no doubt in her mind that she'd get to witness it later.

In fact, she was sporting her red and gold sweater to prove it. It wasn't any old quidditch sweater, though. It was one that Molly Weasley had made for her last summer when she broke her arm after Ginny and the boys tried to teach her how to play, deciding she looked better rooting for them on the sidelines instead. She remembered how Molly had been hesitant to present it to her—like a sweater made from the woman's own hands wasn't all she had wanted after seeing the ones she'd made for Fred and George. I thought you could wear it when you cheer on our boys, she'd said, knowing how close the girl was with her twin sons, and Y/N would never forget the beaming smile on her face when she nearly cried at the sight of it. She had worn that sweater with unbeatable pride ever since.

When Y/N approached the Gryffindor table, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the twins were all wearing their team sweaters and she couldn't help but grin as she slipped onto the bench beside George. "Lovely day so far, isn't it?" she hummed as she sidled up to the boy, her thigh and shoulder pressing into his own, and despite the flip of her stomach and the fluttering of her heart, she blamed it on wanting to be closer to the group as a whole. A few of their eyes flitted to her as she settled in and soft greetings filtered from their mouths at her presence.

George was, by far, the happiest to see her. A dreamy smile spread across his lips as he looked at her, his little heart pattering when her first instinct was to invade his personal space. He didn't mind in the slightest, of course, and to prove it, he slipped his arm behind her and grabbed her hand. "I reckon it'll get better after the match," he replied, totally oblivious, in true Weasley fashion, to the way her cheeks flushed as she intertwined her fingers with his. The gesture was so normal for them that he barely thought anything of it and none of their friends seemed to question it, either.

Fred, who might've looked like his twin save for the shape of his nose and a couple of scars in random places, seemed a lot more invested in the game. "Yeah," he agreed confidently, crossing his arms on the tabletop. "'M sure the Ravenclaws'll soil themselves after we whip 'em on the pitch," he added, a crooked smile settled on his lips and Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "And someone's going to catch the snitch for us tonight, too, eh, Harry?" The older twin jutted his chin out towards the boy, whose dark eyebrows lifted slightly at his name.

Harry's green eyes darted between Y/N and Fred, before he nodded his head. "Oh, yeah, yeah," he said, his expression flickering from surprised to something more certain—more confident. "Cho is a great seeker, but I'm afraid I'm a bit better," he joked, a smile playing on his lips and Ginny scoffed from beside him, throwing a lock of her bright red hair over her shoulder.

"Bit cocky this morning, are we?" Ginny asked teasingly and Y/N could see the way that Harry's pale cheeks prickled with pink. Fred let out a loud laugh. She glanced over at George who fought a small chuckle and she couldn't help but do the same when she realized they had the same thought. She tilted her head down to hide her amusement as George's thumb brushed over the back of her hand, wondering how two people could be so oblivious.

Ron, on the other hand, didn't seem quite as enthused at their exchange as everybody else. "Don't think anyone asked your input," he muttered, his mouth filled with half of his biscuit, and a couple of crumbs fell from his lips as he spoke. Y/N's eyebrows lifted as they fell on the tabletop and she opened her mouth to make a quip about it, but the moment passed and Hermione took it upon herself to swat Ron in the arm. "Ow, what was that—"

In the middle of his moaning, Hermione cut him off with a sharp look. "She's your sister. Be nice, Ronald," she instructed in a motherly tone, before letting her eyes settle on his mouth. It was dusted in pieces of his biscuit and she shook her head at him in disappointment, but annoyance soon took over. "And where are your manners?" she chided.

"Yeah, Ronald. You're lucky mum's not her to wack you with the dishrag, but from the looks of it, you might get a book to the head instead," Ginny piped up again, referring to the dog-earred novel that sat next to Hermione's plate of food, and the group erupted into laughter. Y/N threw her head against George's shoulder, laughing into him, and she could feel the rumble of his chest as he let out his own chortles.

Even Hermione was giggling, but Ron got so flustered, even his ears turned pink. "Oh, shut it, Ginevra," he whined, after swallowing his foot for once. "I hope you fall off your broom during the game," he told her and Ginny hadn't been too far off, because Hermione picked up her book and gave him a good smack in the shoulder. His head whipped to the girl beside him and he gave her an offended look, lifting his hand to rub his shoulder, before he looked at Y/N. "The abuse I get from this one. George is lucky that you're so passive," he muttered and she nearly felt her heart stop in her chest.

The breath felt like it'd gotten sucked right out of her lungs and her eyes widened. She looked over at George when she couldn't find the words to speak for herself and she found his cheeks nearly as red as Ron's had been before. "What's that supposed to mean, Ronnykins?" he asked, making a halfhearted attempt at a silly nickname to keep the mood light and it only partially worked.

Either way, it had bought Y/N enough time to get over her initial shock of the question. "George and I are friends, of course, he's lucky," she hummed. "But you and 'Mione are what, exactly?" she asked, taking pleasure in the way that she directed the spotlight to him instead, and Ron seemed to sink into himself. Y/N and George laughed after that, but he couldn't help but let her words bobble around in his head.

Friends.

—

Sometimes, it was a little scary how good Fred Weasley was at predicting the outcome of quidditch games. It was like the game ran in his blood, and considering how he and George played on the field, maybe it did. He was the sole reason why a Gryffindor win never came as a surprise to Y/N, and this one was no different. When Harry had disappeared beneath the bleachers with Cho Chang, in a race for the snitch, the crowd had fallen silent, waiting with bated breath.

She knew it was impossible, but she liked to think that every time Harry's fingers wrapped around that winged ball, she could feel it in her very soul. When he'd flown out from underneath one of the Ravenclaw stands waving his fist in the air and flashes of gold streaked through his glove, she wasn't the least bit surprised. In fact, she called it instinct.

With Gryffindor already in the lead and the snitch in Harry's fingers, the win was official. Y/N could feel it radiating through her body, chills spreading through her limbs, and through the rest of their house, triumphant uproar filling her ears as soon as the game was called to a close.

Merlin, she loved quidditch. Especially that part, where the whole school would watch in suspense, and then when the snitch was caught, it would be absolute chaos.

As a cheer ripped itself from Y/N's own lungs, loud enough to make her throat raw, and her eyes surveyed the team on their victory lap, looking for her favorite troublemaker, she figured that maybe she just liked the chaos. She stood up on her seat when she spotted his flash of red hair beside his brother, identifying him by the hook in his nose, and she knew he'd seen her when he lifted his hand in a wave. She grinned back at him, flailing her arm in the air, and when he and Fred made their way to her side of the pitch, they shouted her name in passing. She just laughed and shook her head as they flew by.

Y/N took it upon herself to meet the team down on the bottom of the pitch after they'd landed and everyone else had dispersed, heading back to their common rooms to either wallow in the loss or, in Gryffindor's case, relish in that fantastic win.

Harry was the first one she saw when she stepped onto the grassy field, his dark hair matted to his sweaty forehead and his green eyes glittering with the satisfaction of securing the win, and she let out a squeak when they locked eyes. So worked up with pride for her house and her beautifully athletic friends, she couldn't keep herself from skipping up to him excitedly. "Harry," she said firmly, clapping him on the shoulders while he looked at her with a smile. "You, my friend," she paused, pointing a finger at his chest, "are bloody brilliant," she said, lifting that same hand to tweak his nose and he laughed.

Ron, who was standing only a couple of feet away, made his way over, a small laugh spilling from his lips, and Ginny wasn't far behind. "You know, if you weren't so clumsy, I bet you'd make a great captain, Y/N/N," the redhead teased and her eyes darted over to him. His fingers were wrapped around the handle of his broom and he was so sweaty, his robes were clinging to his skin.

Y/N broke out into a smile at the keeper. "Yeah, well, I think we all remember what happened over summer," she said and Ginny chuckled from the side. "See?" She jutted her thumb over towards the girl and locked their elbows together.

Ginny looked over at her with a small shrug. "S'okay. I think we'd all crash and burn if we didn't have you cheering us on every match, anyways," she said, earning nods of agreement from the boys and Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Oh, whatever." She patted Ginny's hand with her own, before she took a look around. "Anyone seen the boys?" she asked, her eyes flitting back to the three and Harry nodded towards them. Fred and George were off to the side a couple of feet, talking with Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson. Fred's broom was propped against his side and his hands were stretched out in front of him, a smile wide on his face as he spun up one of his stories. Y/N let out a huff of amusement. "Well, I'm gonna go congratulate them on the win, but you guys did amazing," she said, sliding her arm out of Ginny's and letting her eyes bounce off of all of them. "See you later." And with that, and a couple of quiet goodbyes, she was off towards the twins.

Y/N could see Angelina smile and nod at her as she ran excitedly towards the group and George spun around to meet her eyes. His red hair was damp with sweat, tucked behind his ears to keep it from falling into his eyes, and his skin glistened with the glow of a good game. She adored post-match George, he was prettier than usual. "Hello, darling," he hummed, making her heart melt in her chest, and he held his arms out to her. "Come to gush over us, have you?" he teased, but she hardly even registered it as she threw her arms around his shoulders. George wasn't even fazed by the impact—as this was something she did after every match, win or lose—and he lifted her up off of the ground, giving her waist a good squeeze before he set her back on her feet.

"Oh, I absolutely did," she said, pulling out of his arms so she could look at the other three, but he managed to keep an arm around her waist. "You all did so good, I'm so proud," she hummed. "You two and Alicia were marvelous. I mean, those last few scores were beautiful," she said, making the girls all bashful. "And Fred—" she started, but George couldn't help but look down at Y/N as she praised them all, warmth spreading through his chest at the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about the game, her words fading out for him.

Y/N was no different than she usually was after they'd won, but he often forgot how endearing she was when she rambled on about something she was passionate about. George curled his fingers slightly and brushed the tips along her side softly, watching her curiously as she went through their plays. Part of him hated that they were so close, because it made the frequent urges to kiss her to much harder to ignore. She was with him all the time and it was all he thought about anymore, even though he knew that just one peck might ruin everything. He was so certain that she thought of him as nothing more than a best friend that he kept it to himself.

Well, himself and Fred.

It was so bad sometimes that Fred would have to smack him to draw him back to reality.

George's train of thought came to a screeching halt when Y/N turned towards him. She always saved him for last, which he didn't mind. In fact, it made him feel more special, because she'd focus all her attention on him, then, and he'd get to walk her back to the common room. "And George—bloody hell—when you saved Alicia from that bludger, I nearly lost my voice. That was so badass," she said.

He could feel his stomach swirling with joy and his cheeks heating up at her words, and he caught Fred wiggling his eyebrows from over Y/N's head. That git, he thought to himself, but he kept his smile for her. "You think?" he asked and she nodded her head quickly. "Well, since we've all got something to celebrate, then," he paused, looking at Fred and the girls with a mischievous grin, "I propose we break out a bit of the Ogden's," he suggested.

Y/N looked up at him with a gaze that made his insides turn to mush. "I would be thoroughly disappointed if you didn't," she hummed, glancing between him and his brother.

Fred laughed, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Well, that settles it," he said.

—

Hermione watched Y/N throw yet another sweater on her bed, as if she hadn't already emptied her entire trunk onto her mattress, and she let out a sigh. She was already dressed, but Y/N seemed to be having a hard time picking out her own outfit. "Why don't you just wear that green sweater? Not very suiting for a Gryffindor win, but you know George loves you in anything," she stated, walking over to the girl's bed and lifting up a forest green, cable-knitted sweater.

Y/N shot her an incredulous look, still leaning halfway into her trunk, and her lips parted slightly. "What in Godric's name would George have to do with my outfit?" she asked, even though they both knew good and well that she wanted to look nice for the younger twin. It was too bad that she had a hard time admitting it to herself, let alone her friends. Maybe it was because she usually felt like a lost cause with him. She was so far up friendship's ass with George, she really didn't see any hope of climbing out.

"Fine," Hermione sighed, folding the sweater neatly and setting it back on the bed with the rest of Y/N's bunched up clothing. "You're probably going to get hot with the fire and that alcohol in your system, so," she paused, letting her eyes dart from one piece of clothing to another, until she picked out the perfect outfit, "how about you try this on? If you don't like it, we can default to the sweater," she suggested, holding up a pair of ripped, boyfriend jeans and a dark red tank top with lacy detailing. "You could wear it with your sneakers, too, so you're still comfortable," she added.

Y/N got up off of her knees and took in the outfit. She'd always been to self-conscious to throw it on without a shirt underneath or a cardigan, but what was better than wearing it in the comforts of her own common room, where everyone was about to get too plastered to care, anyways? She took the clothes from Hermione, running her fingers over the fabric and she glanced up at the girl. She knew she would probably regret the words that were about to come out of her mouth, but it wasn't like her feelings were ever that much a secret to anyone. "You reckon he'll like it?" she asked hesitantly.

A warm smile spread across Hermione's lips, feeling a bit honored that Y/N had trusted her with somewhat of a confession, and she nodded. "You'll look beautiful, Y/N/N. I'll wait for you on the stairs while you change, then, and we can walk in together, okay?" she asked and Y/N nodded.

Hermione turned to leave, but Y/N stopped her before she could, giving her wrist a gentle squeeze. "Thank you," she said. "I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes," she mumbled and the girl smiled.

"I know," she teased, walking out of the room with a wink and leaving Y/N to get dressed.

The second Hermione left her to her own devices, she cast a quick spell to tidy up her mess of clothes and drop them back in her trunk. After that was settled, she shimmied out of her game-day outfit and pulled on the one Hermione had chosen for her instead. She felt a lot more self-conscious than usual, after she'd been wearing a sweater all day, but she got over it quickly when she glanced in the mirror. She'd done her hair and makeup before she'd looked for an outfit, so she wouldn't have had to worry about it, and looking at herself, now, she knew she'd made a good choice.

A half-smile settled on her lips as she studied herself in the mirror, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she turned, looking over her shoulder to check how her backside looked in her jeans. The jeans were snug in all the right places and she couldn't help but hope that her favorite twin might notice, as well. "Oh, yes," she hummed to herself with satisfaction, before she walked over to her nightstand. She slipped a couple of gold rings onto her fingers and popped in a pair of hoops.

Once she was all finished, she made her way out of the room, only to find Hermione waiting on the top step, just like she'd said she'd be. "Bloody hell," Hermione muttered when Y/N made herself known, her lips parting slightly as she took in her outfit.

Y/N's eyebrows lifted at Hermione's reaction and she felt the sudden urge to fold in on herself. She glanced down at herself and brushed her hands over her exposed stomach. "How do I look?" she asked, a sheepish smile spreading across her face.

"Stupid," Hermione hummed and Y/N's eyes widened, "because you ever even worried. You look gorgeous," she complimented and the girl felt her cheeks flush. "C'mon, let's go show you off," she said, grabbing her hand and starting down the stairs.

Y/N could feel her heart hammering in her chest, sudden nervousness prickling underneath her skin, and she almost wanted to turn and hightail it back up that staircase, but she didn't. She let Hermione lead her into the common room, where all the other Gryffindors were already dispersed throughout, talking with their friends or on their way to making new ones. She felt her nerves dissolve when her eyes met George's across the room. He looked like he'd showered since the game, as the dirt and the sweat were long gone, leaving his hair all shiny and fluffy. She had to fight the urge to go over and thread her fingers through it when he smiled at her. She was about to tell Hermione she'd catch up with her later, before the girl pulled her hand away.

She looked at Y/N with bright eyes, glancing at Ron, Harry, and Ginny, who were immersed in conversation by the designated snack table. "I know you probably want to talk to George, but I still wondered if you'd be mad if I went with Ron and Harry?" she asked and Y/N was almost relieved that she'd beat her to the chase.

She shook her head quickly and gestured over to them. "No, not at all, 'Mione," she said, urging her over there. "I'm sure we'll merge with you guys sooner or later, so I'm not worried. Go get him," she finished with a wink, not missing the way that Hermione's cheeks flared. Her mutual feelings with Ron were anything but subtle, so she liked to tease the girl about it with every chance she got, but she knew they'd never act on it until they admitted it to themselves.

Once Hermione mumbled a goodbye and walked away, Y/N's eyes snapped back to George, who'd started making his way over to her as soon as Hermione left. She felt herself smile and she moved to meet him halfway, taking in his outfit as she did. He was wearing a sweater that his mom made for him, a navy one with the letter 'G' stitched in gold on the front, and a pair of jeans. It was simple, but something about it made her heart skip a beat when the distance had been closed between them.

George's free hand, the other occupied by a drink, came to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him by the small of her back, and he let out a loud wolf whistle. "Well, don't you look absolutely stunning tonight, darling," he complimented, making a show of brushing her hair out of her face to see her earrings and holding one of her hands up to check out her rings. Usually, he'd be more embarrassed about being so forward, but with the familiar buzz of firewhisky already tingling in his fingers, he didn't really care.

Especially not as Y/N's cheeks turned about as red as her top, and she leaned forward. She wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face in his sweater, laughing softly in slight embarrassment. "Thank you, Georgie," she said, looking up at him once she felt her cheeks lighten up, and he smiled down at her. "You don't look too shabby yourself," she complimented, plucking at his sweater as she pulled away, and she watched a crooked smile curve onto his lips.

"What d'you mean, Y/N/N?" George hummed teasingly, patting his own cheek. "I always look devilishly handsome," he added and she rolled her eyes up at him. He took it as a win when she didn't explicitly deny it. He set one hand on her bicep and let it trail down to her wrist softly, while he emptied the contents of his cup into his mouth with the other. "Anyways, I'm gonna go refill. Did you want me to grab you a drink?" he asked, and she nodded.

"Sure, I'll wait for you over there," she hummed, pointing to the wall on the other side of the room where George had come from before. Angelina and some of the other chasers were gathered in front of it, as beautiful as ever, and Y/N figured she might say hello.

George nodded at her request. "Be right back," he told her, giving her hand a squeeze, before he slipped away. She found herself missing their close proximity as soon as he left, taking the warmth of his body with him, and she half-wondered if she should just follow him to the drink table. She didn't want to give anyone any ideas about them, though, so she stuck with her original plan and made her way over to the fireplace, where Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all huddled together.

Alicia was the first to notice her, a bright smile stretching across her pretty, pink mouth, and she tucked a tuft of her chocolate hair behind her ear. "Well, well, well," she hummed, her brown eyes scanning the length of Y/N's body, and she stepped towards her with her hand on her hip. "Somebody looks hot," she drew on with a grin, reaching out to welcome her with a side hug.

Y/N could feel her face get warm again at the comment, as she wasn't used to such attention, and she returned the side hug. "Says you," she retaliated, taking in the black tube top and red, leather skirt that Alicia sported herself. She took in the girl's dark eye makeup and glossy lips, and if she wasn't so into George, she might've had some questions for herself. "You're a total smoke show," she said and the brunette laughed. She pulled away from Alicia and her eyes landed on Katie, in her maroon jumpsuit, and Angelina, with her sparkly, gold, minidress. "Good Godric, you all are," she corrected herself, a beaming smile gracing her face when she took in how pretty her friends were.

"Thank you, Your Hotness," Alicia slurred, her cheeks a little pink from the Ogden's and it finally clicked why she seemed so forward. Y/N laughed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I was disappointed that I didn't get to see you after the game, but I heard ol' George whisked you away," she teased, waggling her eyebrows and eliciting yet another giggle from the girl.

Angelina threw her arm over Y/N's shoulder and leaned into her, while Katie did the same to Alicia. She braced herself against her shoulder, tipping her drink to her lips before speaking. "Yeah, speaking of your little boytoy," Angelina hummed, making Katie almost snort. "Honestly, I don't understand how he's more than three feet away from you, right now, you look so good," she said.

Y/N couldn't help from glancing over her shoulder at that, looking at the refreshment table for George, but she couldn't seem to find him, so she turned back. "Well, he was supposed to be getting me a drink, but I feel like he's taking a bit long," she said, her heart sinking slightly. Sometimes she liked or when they poked fun at her about her relationship with George, because if people noticed, maybe that meant he felt something for her, too. Times like now, though, where she felt like it was impossible for him to look at her as anything other than a sister, not so much. "Plus, it's not really like that between George and I, you know? We're good friends is all," she added, ignoring the way it almost hurt her to admit it.

None of the girls seemed to buy into that, though. Especially not Katie. "Not like that, my arse, Y/N/N," she said. "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do. I mean, the both of you are so clueless, it hurts," she continued, putting her hand over her heart and letting her head lull back as she let out an exaggerated groan.

Alicia nodded, seconding Katie's words. "Honestly. Plus, friends aren't all over each other the way you two are, either," she said. "I mean, I think it might kill him to go a day without holding your hand, or brushing your hair behind your ear, or touching you," she explained and Y/N felt queasy all of the sudden.

They were right. Normal friends didn't look at each other or touch each other in the ways that Y/N and George did, but they weren't just normal friends. They were best friends. George was her moon and stars at this point and she would never, ever hesitate to give him the world if he'd asked it of her, but what happened between them—every glance, every touch, every word—was strictly platonic.

Right?

Y/N didn't have time to respond before a familiar voice piped up from behind her. "Hey, ladies," Fred, she found when she looked over her shoulder, sing-songed as he made his way over to them. His eyes were focused mainly on Angelina, a soft smirk playing on his lips as he drank her in, before he let his eyes flicker between them all. "Mind if I steal our lovely little Y/N away for a bit? I've got matters to discuss with her," he said, winking at Angelina when they locked eyes again, and he watched the girl remove her arm from around Y/N.

"Just bring her back in one piece. We know you've got a habit for blowing things up," Angelina teased.

She nudged Y/N in Fred's direction and he donned a look of mock offense. "I'd never hurt a hair on her pretty head," he said, before letting a grin stretch out onto his lips. Y/N rolled her eyes at his theatrics and stepped closer to him, nodding at him in a silent way of saying she was ready. "Bye, Angie." He flicked his eyebrows at her in farewell, waiting for her to give him a flirty wave off, before he followed Y/N.

She stopped when they were out of the girls' earshots and she rested her back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked over at Fred. "Am I in trouble, Freddie?" she asked in a teasing tone.

Fred looked down as her words pulled a quiet chuckle from his mouth. He placed his forearm on the wall above their heads as he settled in next her, leaning against it so he could just face her instead of leaning his back on the wall like she was. "Well, dear Y/N, that depends on how you look at it," he told her and she raised her eyebrows in question. He leaned forward as if to be more secretive. "I'm sure you'd be happy to know Georgie's not taken his eyes off of you since you walked in," he explained in a whisper, and she felt her cheeks turn pink.

Fred pulled away as she blushed, laughing to himself. She lifted one of her hands to her cheek, feeling how warm it was beneath her fingertips. "Shut up, you git. That was mean," she tried to hiss, but a laugh ultimately bubbled out of her lips.

He shrugged his shoulders and took a drink from his cup, his signature smirk still lingering on his face. "I wasn't teasing you that time, but whether you believe me or not is up to you. I wanted to talk to you about something else, anyways," he said, moving on from the topic of his brother. He took his hand off the wall and he shifted his weight, something near to nerves settling in his stomach. "Look, I'm sure you've picked up on how I feel about Angelina, yeah?" he asked.

"No." Y/N pretended to look surprised, letting her jaw drop as she let out a dramatic gasp. She got her bit of fun out of the way before Fred shot her a look and she cut it out. "I have," she admitted, on a more serious note, with a small shrug.

He nodded once. "Well, I wanted to make a move tonight and I think you should be the one to help me."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at that, tucking her hands into her back pockets. "And how do you want me to do that?" She asked and Fred's face lit up as he explained his plan. "Well, you'll have to get me a drink or two first."

"That, I can manage," he hummed, already holding the rest of his out for her.

—

George had just finished pouring himself and Y/N new cups of firewhisky when a group of other Gryffindors rushed to the table for the same reason. Feeling almost lucky that he'd finished when he did, he lifted their cups up off of the tabletop and maneuvered himself around them. His eyes trailed along the wall where she said she'd be at, making sure he could pick her out in the crowd, and his heart nearly fluttered out of his chest when he did.

Y/N was standing in front of the fireplace and she looked enchanting, even with Angelina Johnson hanging off of her shoulder. Her hair fell in pin straight sheets over her bare shoulders and the fire behind her created an outline of golden light behind her. If George had been any drunker, he might've mistaken her for an angel, honestly. He watched her mouth break out into a smile, a laugh that he couldn't hear from so far away bubbling from her lips, and he was about to make his way over to her, when Lee Jordan stepped in front of him.

"Georgie, my man," Lee said, beaming as he held up two shot glasses filled with a clear liquid. "Let's knock back a quick one," he suggested, holding one of them out to the redhead.

George was almost disappointed by his offer, letting out a sigh. He'd only talked to Y/N for a minute or two before he'd left her earlier, and right now, he was more focused on getting back to her than getting sloshed. "Lee, I'm sorry, but I was just about to—" he cut himself off when his eyes flickered back to Y/N and she wasn't there anymore. His eyebrows furrowed quickly, wondering where she'd gone so quickly, before his eyes wandered further down the wall and his stomach dropped. Her back was leaned against the wall while Fred, his own brother, stood next to her with his hand propped over their heads. He was whispering something in her ear, and George just knew he wouldn't like it when he saw how pink her cheeks got. Hot jealousy bubbled up inside of his chest and his eyes flickered back to Lee. "You know what, yeah. Let's do it," he hummed, repositioning the cups so he was holding them by the rims in one hand.

"That's what I'm talking about," Lee grinned and he held up one of the shot glasses, which George took more than eagerly, now. "On three?" he questioned and George nodded. "Right. One. Two," he counted, but in the place of 'three', he and George threw back their shots and swallowed them.

The liquid was bitter as it trailed down George's throat, but he knew the taste of vodka well enough to not ask Lee what it was. He'd had it so many times, he'd hardly flinched, either. "Here, Lee. Thanks," he hummed, passing the boy his glass back, and Lee nodded. George was about to excuse himself and walk over to Fred and Y/N. What he'd say, he wasn't really sure, but he didn't get the chance to think about it before his thoughts were interrupted.

"Alright, alright," a familiar, feminine voice shouted at the top of their lungs, quieting the entire common room in a matter of seconds. His eyes flickered to the center of the room where his very own Y/N stood on top of a table, with a drink he hadn't seen her with before and her hands held up in the air. He wanted to be angry at her, for talking with his brother over him, but she wasn't with him, now, so maybe he'd just chalk it up to bad timing on his end. She looked really beautiful, though, with her cheeks flushed because all the attention had shifted to her and her hair tied back in a low pony tail, something she'd probably done when he took his shot. "Who's up for some spin the bottle?" she yelled, before the common room erupted into roars.

George laughed to himself and he started towards her.

Things were about to get interesting.

At this point in the evening, the Gryffindor common room and everyone in it had been divided into two groups: those who were going to play spin the bottle, and those who wanted to keep partying on their own. Y/N, George, and all of their friends—with a couple of others sprinkled into the mix—had gathered on the half of the room intent on participating, all sat on the carpet in a tight circle. Everyone's knees were brushing against each other, all their cheeks flushed pink from the firewhisky, and excited smiles sat on all of their faces. "I'm going to assume that everyone knows how to play," Fred said as he placed an empty bottle of Ogden's Old in the center of the circle, having taken it upon himself to lead the pack after Y/N pretended the entire thing was her idea. Why he couldn't have just suggested it himself was beyond her.

George—who sat on the opposite side of the circle from Y/N, much to his dismay—chuckled and he leaned back onto the palms of his hands. "I'm sure if they don't, they'll pick it up quick," he hummed, and murmurs of agreement spread around the circle. The rules of the game were simple, really. Someone would the chain and spin the bottle, share a kiss with whoever it landed on, and then, the person they kissed would spin the bottle and the cycle would continue. As he waited for Fred to reclaim his spot in the circle, he knew exactly who he wanted his bottle to land on, but he wouldn't admit it for anything. "Who's first, then?" he asked, his eyes flitting around everyone, and his eyes locked with Y/N's for a moment. His heart melted when she flushed him that kind smile of hers and he managed one back.

Y/N couldn't help but be slightly disappointed that George had never returned with her drink earlier, as that meant her time with him had been cut short. She'd been hoping Fred's game might've changed that, but when she'd ended up sitting across from him, her hopes had dwindled. They still weren't too high, because the odds of her spin landing on him were about one in thirteen.

"I think Y/N/N should be the first to go, since this was her idea," Fred chimed from her left. He was lucky that Dean and Neville were positioned between the two of them or she probably would've punched him on the leg. Since she couldn't reach him from where she was sitting, she settled for a glare instead. He only smiled all-but-innocently in return. She had an inkling that this wasn't just about him and Angelina, after all.

Seamus, who was seated on her right, nodded. "It only seems fair, yeah?" he seconded. If only Y/N had known him better, because she wanted to punch him, too.

When the rest of the Gryffindors came to the same decision, Y/N sighed, deciding to give in. "Fine, if you all insist," she said and she reached up to tuck her framing strands of hair behind her ears. She leaned forward and reached into the middle of the circle, trying her hardest not to just stare straight up at George like she was dying to do, and she gave the bottle a good whirl. The second she did, her heart felt like it might jump out of her chest, but when she straightened up again, she tried to keep her cool. Part of her wanted for the bottle to land on George, so she could get the thought of kissing him out of her head, finally, but the other part of her prayed it didn't.

Who knew what a kiss could do to a friendship like theirs?

The group fell silent when the bottle started to slow down and Y/N knew that she wasn't the only one holding her breath. It wasn't until the neck passed George and land on Harry, who sat a few people down from him, did she feel like she could breathe again. Relief washed over her at the fact that whatever she had with George was preserved for a little bit longer, and also because she wouldn't have to kiss anyone too eager.

Harry was the happy medium: cute, respectful, and uncomplicated.

A couple of their friends oohed at the outcome and Y/N couldn't help but grin at the green-eyed boy. "Fancy a peck, Potter?" she asked, ignoring the feeling of George's eyes on her, and she watched as Harry nodded. The corners of his mouth were pulled up in an amused smile and he pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. Y/N stood up and made her way over to him, before leaning down. She placed her hands on either sides of the Chosen One's face. She quirked her eyebrows up as if to ask if he was ready and he nodded once in response. With that, she pressed a small kiss to his lips. It was short, sweet, and she laughed softly when it was over. "We good?" she questioned, pulling her hands away.

Harry laughed. "We're brilliant," he hummed, before Y/N returned to her spot. He was next to spin the bottle. George hardly even registered it when Harry kissed Alicia next, as he still felt nauseous from watching Y/N kiss someone else. He knew that it was just a silly game amongst friends and that he really had no say in who she kissed or didn't kiss, but it didn't change the fact that it bothered him a little. Y/N, on the other hand, couldn't help but smile when Alicia spun next and wound up kissing Neville. The look on his round face after she'd sat back down beside Ron was just adorable. She swore that girl had left him with stars in his eyes. It was even more precious when Neville's turn landed him a kiss with Hermione.

It was less cute, though, when Hermione spin the bottle and it stopped right on George. The smile that Y/N had been sporting seemed to fall right off of her face, dropping to her feet, along with her stomach. Hermione glanced over at her and smiled awkwardly, knitting her eyebrows together in a way that showed her guilt, but Y/N waved it off. It was just a game. Even so, Y/N wouldn't deny the relief she felt when Hermione chose to kiss him on the cheek, instead.

When it was George's turn to step up, all eyes were on him, including Y/N's. Her mouth felt dry as she watched him from across the circle, his long fingers grabbing the empty bottle, and she swallowed thickly when his eyes flickered to hers. His lips quirked up in a half-smile and he winked at her as he twirled the bottle. She watched in anticipation as it circled around, choosing its next victim, and she was already preparing herself to watch George kiss someone like Alicia when the bottle stopped on the last person she expected.

Her.

Y/N's eyes widened, locked on that glass bottle, and the entire circle either laughed, cheered, or wolf-whistled. No fucking way, she thought to herself as her eyes snapped up to meet George's, which were blown just as wide. This was exactly the kind of opportunity that she'd been waiting for for years, now, but she felt sick to her stomach about it. She had it tangled in her thoughts that this singular moment would make or break them. She took a deep breath as George stood up, reminding herself that it was just a game, but either way, she knew she couldn't have her first kiss with him sitting down. She stood up, too, making her way to the center of the circle and meeting him halfway, her cheeks hot under the feeling of all eyes on her. She wished she'd had more to drink.

Something about George seemed off when she stepped in front of him. He wasn't passed around the school or anything, but she was aware enough to know he'd kissed girls before, but he seemed different, now. He didn't seem to know where to put his hands like he usually did and he swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he did. "We don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable," he said to her, his eyes searching her own for anything that could give him an out.

It wasn't like he didn't want to kiss Y/N, because Merlin, did he, but after mulling it over in his head for months on end, he didn't want to throw their first one away in a drunken state. He'd always pictured it special, maybe on a day when he finally got the courage to take her to Hogsmeade. He'd take her to a bookstore, because he knew how much she liked to read, and he'd tell her how beautiful she looked when she could take her eyes off the shelves, and when she got all flustered, he'd lean in and kiss her softly. He'd had it all planned out. He'd been mistaken earlier, he figured, when he'd thought that he wanted his turn to be with Y/N, because now that it was, he was regretting joining this game entirely.

Y/N looked up at him with those big eyes that made his insides bubble and she furrowed her eyebrows up at him. "It doesn't make me uncomfortable," she promised, and to prove it, she reached out and placed her hands on either side of his neck, letting her thumbs rest on his cheeks. He resisted the urge to lean into her touch. "So, you ready to kiss me, Weasley?" she questioned, her words betraying her thoughts, and she flashed him a grin.

All of her hopefulness that, maybe, the kiss wouldn't ruin everything, broke away when George hesitated, shaking his head softly. Her smile faltered and her chest clenched. "Not really," he confessed, pouring salt in the wound.

Ouch. She forced a small laugh, ignoring the way a feeling of hurt splintered through her body. and she tilted her head up at him. "It's just a game, right? It doesn't have to mean anything," she said, hoping to coax him into something quick, because it'd be much more embarrassing if he refused to kiss her in front of all of their friends, who were so adamant on the fact that they were in love with each other. It was pretty far-fetched and awfully one-sided, apparently.

Unbeknownst to her, George was screaming at himself inside his head. He knew it was just a game, he knew it didn't have to mean anything, but bloody hell, he wanted it to. He wanted it to mean something. Y/N wasn't the kind of girl you could just kiss and forget about it. If he kissed her he'd be thinking about it until his hair turned gray. "No, Y/N/N, it doesn't feel right," he whispered, hoping she would pick up on the emotion in his voice, but he knew he'd been asking too much when he saw the look that flashed across her face. He felt awful.

So did she, but for entirely different reasons. "Why?" she whispered, tears pricking in the back of her eyes, but she swallowed the knot in her throat, because how she knew how embarrassing it would be if she cried and he didn't kiss her. "Is it just me?" she asked, her mind suddenly racing. "Is there something wrong with me, I—"

She started in on a ramble and George didn't like where it was headed, because it wasn't her. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her, it was just him. It was all in his head. He shook his head at her quickly to cut her off. "No, no, I just—" He sighed. "I don't want it like this," he confessed, a bit louder than he intended to and Y/N's eyes widened.

"What?"

George would've given anything to just stop the game at that point. He was digging a hole for himself that was gonna be real hard to climb out of. "No, I just meant—" Fucking hell. "I—"

He couldn't even finish. Y/N's hands were starting to pull themselves off of his face slightly, her fingertips the only parts of her touching him, now. Honestly, she thought she might be sick. "George, what does that mean?" she asked, not sure if he'd confirmed what everyone had been saying about them all along or if it was just freakishly bad wording.

Too bad he didn't help much with figuring it out. Instead, George shook his head at her. "It doesn't mean anything," he said. "Let's just get on with it."

Before she had a chance to say anything else, George slipped his hand over her cheek, sliding his fingertips into her hair, and he crashed his lips onto hers. When she felt the warmth of his mouth, she almost felt the world stop turning on its axis, and her hands travelled down to his chest, balling up around the fabric of his sweater as she kissed him back. Y/N's heart was soaring as George tilted her head, finding it easier to kiss her at an angle so their noses weren't brushing together. George kissed her with all the passion he could muster up, his stomach flipping as he did, because if this was going to be the first and last time he kissed her, he needed it to be good. He needed to leave her mind reeling.

A couple more seconds passed, before he forced himself to pull away. It took everything in her to keep from pulling him back in for another; their kiss had lasted the longest, anyways. She managed a small smile up at him, which he struggled to return, before they both walked back to their spots on opposite sides of the circle.

Y/N could hardly breathe as she replayed the kiss over in her head again, choosing to pass her next turn to Ginny, because the girl hadn't gone yet and she didn't think she could stomach another kiss with anyone, especially not after the one she'd just had with George. Her heart was still hammering in her ears and she felt like she was floating, still feeling the ghost of his hands in her hair, and even though she'd denied it for so long, she couldn't anymore. She was absolutely in love with that boy.

But when his earlier words settled in, she snapped out of her trance.

It doesn't mean anything.

Had he meant the kiss?

George wasn't doing much better on his side of the circle. In fact, he almost faked an illness to get out of the next round, knowing he'd be absolutely crushed if he had to watch her kiss someone else after that. The relief he'd felt when she passed it off to Ginny was insane. He didn't know where his relationship with Y/N would go from there, though. It was clear to him now that he was head over heels for her—he always had been, really—but the fact that he still couldn't get her off of his mind after a kiss just set it all in stone. He glanced up at her from across the group, his heart stuttering in his chest when he found her already looking. She flashed him that pretty smile and he panicked, averting her gaze, and he almost wanted to smack himself.

Merlin, he didn't know how he was ever gonna face her again when all he could think about was her lips.

—

When Y/N woke up the next morning, she didn't know what she expected the day would bring, but it certainly wasn't Fred sitting in the seat beside hers in Transfiguration. She had walked into the room, ready to smile at George and start talking about their mornings like they usually did, but she felt a bit nervous when she saw that he'd switched places with his brother instead. George was on the other side of the classroom, partnered with Lee Jordan for the day. He watched her as she came in, but before she could even wave, he looked away.

She furrowed her eyebrows, ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach, as she walked up to her desk, earning a close-mouthed smile from Fred as she sat her bags down. "Morning. How's the head?" he asked, tapping his index finger to the side of his head and she let out a huff of amusement.

Y/N took her seat next to him and she rested her elbow on the tabletop. "Fine, I didn't drink enough for a hangover," she told him and he nodded once, flicking his quill and watching it circle around his ink pot mindlessly. "Not that complaining, but how come you're not in your normal seat today?" she asked, glancing over at George. He was already looking at her from across the room, his lips set in a slight frown, and she tried to smile at him, but his eyes flickered to his paper before she got the chance. What was with him this morning?

Fred swallowed. "Not sure," he said, though she got the feeling that he was holding back on her. "He said he and Lee were talking last night and it felt like they haven't seen each other in a bit. Wanted to trade for the day," he elaborated and she nodded.

For her sake, she hoped that what he was saying was true, but as they progressed through the day and George had switched his seat in all of the classes they had together, her hopes were dwindling. It was weird not having him there to make her laugh when the lectures got too serious, but Fred was a close second for the time being. He was just as skilled in the art of comedic relief, but he was a lot less dedicated to his assignments than George was. He would nudge Y/N with his knee and ask her for the answer so often, she finally just angled her parchment towards him.

It wasn't to say that she hadn't enjoyed her time with the oldest twin, but by the end of the day, she was more than ready to be back with George the next morning.

It was just her luck, though, that she wound up with Fred the next day, too.

And the next.

And the entire next week, actually.

It wasn't until Y/N was sitting in the library with Hermione and Ginny that she decided that she'd had enough of it. "I just don't understand what his deal is. Like we kissed, I was there, but there's no need for him to keep tiptoeing around me, you know?" she ranted, tearing her eyes away from her open textbook and leaning back in her chair. "I mean, he barely looked at me after it happened and he's barely looked at me since, and I feel weird. It just doesn't feel right to not be next to him all the time," she continued, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and letting out a sigh. "Anyways, what was the question again?" she asked, after taking in Hermione's amused smile and Ginny's look of disgust.

"It was just about the Summoning Charm, but I think we need to wait on it," Hermione answered through a small laugh. "I thought you said you didn't mind the time away from him," she hummed, dipping her quill back into her ink pot.

Y/N let out a sigh and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, I didn't, when I thought it was for a day," she explained, her mind trailing back to that first moment of truth in Transfiguration. "He wanted to spend time with Lee and I knew it would've been selfish to act like I was his only friend, so I was fine with it, but now, he's not treating me like I'm his friend at all," she continued, emotion churning in her stomach at the fact that she hadn't spoken to him in a week and a half. Every time she tried, he just walked away before she got to him or made up an excuse to leave. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't the least bit hurt by it.

"No offense, but what made you think you'd just go back to being friends after that night?" Ginny asked, sticking a ribbon in her textbook to mark the page and flipping it shut. The girl leaned forward, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

Her eyes widened at the question. "I mean, it was a only a kiss."

Ginny shot her a look. "You're a right liar," she singsonged, a smirk playing on her lips, and she glanced at Hermione, who wore a similar smile. "I think you forget we were there, too. Witnessed the whole thing, actually," she said, scrunching her nose up a bit as she did, and Hermione let out a laugh. "I was a bit worried you'd rip his jumper off in front of us, if I'm being honest," she teased.

Y/N felt her face go hot and her jaw dropped. "I would not have ripped his—"

She was cut off when Ginny shot up in her seat. "Look at your face!" she whisper-yelled, in order to keep Madam Pince's attention off of them, and she pointed her finger. Her cheeks only darkened at that. "You're mad if you think your kiss was friendly. It was the most heated one in that whole game." Maybe there was a bit of truth to her words, because as she recalled, the kisses following were nothing but light-hearted pecks.

"She's got a point," Hermione joined in. "You've been in love with each other for years. I just know you poured months worth of feelings into that kiss," she said.

Y/N could feel her heart fluttering inside of her chest as they spoke and she replayed her kiss with George inside of her head. The way she'd grabbed onto his sweater and pulled him closer to her, the way his hands had been tangled in her hair, the way her toes had curled, and the way her stomach had done summersaults made so much more sense now. He'd kissed her with so much emotion, so much passion, and she'd kissed him back with equal need, just wanting him to know how much she loved him without saying the words, but maybe that's why it was bothering her so much to be apart from him now.

Because he hadn't picked up on it.

"Well, you've seen him," she said. "He's kissed girls before, so what makes me any different? Plus, he's a passionate person, maybe that's all it was," she protested, the feeling that she'd fucked everything up still swimming in her bloodstream.

The girls shot her a look. "You're different because he cares about you," Hermione said, her tone softer now. Y/N looked down at her words, her head spinning slightly as she wondered whether or not it was true, and the young witch placed a hand on top of hers. "You don't see the way he looks at you when you're not paying attention, or how he talks about you when you're not around. He's so taken with you," she explained.

Y/N wanted nothing more than to believe her, but she'd wanted this—wanted him—for so long that it seemed too good to be true. She looked up from her hand, ready to rebut her words, but Ginny stepped in before she could. "If only you could see him on holiday when you're at your parents'. Absolutely hopeless, that one," she explained, but she couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. "'Y/N loves this', 'Y/N would like that', and 'I wish Y/N was here'. Oh, and I can't forget my favorite: 'Where's the owl, I've got to write to Y/N', while he's barreling over Ron and Percy in the kitchen. It's quite funny," she explained.

Y/N's heart pattered quickly and she felt a little breathless as Ginny talked about how George was at home. "He does all that?" she asked quietly, chills spreading through her body.

Ginny nodded. "Mum can't wait until you two get together. She's dying to have another girl in the family," she explained, and Y/N couldn't help but smile. She was starting to think that even though George had always felt so far out of her reach...

Maybe he wasn't.

—

George and his possible feelings for her had stayed on Y/N's mind through the rest of her study session with the girls, and as she'd sat in the dining hall that night for dinner, she still hadn't been able to get him out of her head. She'd picked at her food with her golden fork absentmindedly, rolling a potato back and forth across her plate, and she'd barely eaten anything by the time everyone was heading back to their common rooms.

"I was thinking we'd get Snape again," Fred said as he walked with her back to the Gryffindor tower, talking to her about who he planned to slime next. She loved the guy, really, but she'd spent almost all of her time with him in the last week and a half. She'd sat with him in all of their classes, hung out with him during their free period, and he'd even taken to eating all three meals of the day with her. She knew that he was just trying to help, to take her mind off of his brother for the time being, but with the whole identical twin thing, it really just made her miss George even more.

Fred was great, but he wasn't the same. Fred wouldn't hug her so tight that all of her doubts would dissolve in thin air, or keep a protective arm around her at all times, or kiss her forehead. He wouldn't sneak into her dorm for a late night chat on her mattress, or talk about what his future would be like with her, or make her feel special like George did.

In fact, she was quite sure that Fred didn't even know her favorite color.

Y/N could still hear Fred talking, rambling on about his strategy to set up his bucket in a place where Snape walked through frequently, but she was hardly listening. She was too busy wrapped up in her thoughts, wondering why George had just completely shut her out. In the beginning, he would at least send her a longing glance or two, but now she got nothing.

It just didn't make sense, especially not after what Ginny had told her earlier.

"Does George love me?" she asked all of the sudden, the words leaving her lips before she truly had the chance to process them, and she cut Fred off mid sentence.

He nearly tripped over his own two feet, before he looked over at her and laughed softly. "Does George, my idiot brother, love you, the girl he spends all his bloody time with?" he asked, making pointing gestures with his hands and furrowing his eyebrows slightly. She nodded at him, pressing her lips into a thin line. "Are you blind? 'Course he loves you," he assured her like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it could've been, honestly. He was a bit surprised that she'd even asked at all, but then again, he forgot how clueless she was on her own.

Y/N let out a sigh at Fred's answer, because it wasn't worded the way she'd wanted it to be, not that she knew what that was, but it just didn't satisfy her. "No," she groaned, running a frustrated hand through her hair as they walked. "I mean, is he in love with me?" she asked, looking over at him with pleading eyes.

Fred shot her a look, before he nodded once. "Yeah," he hummed with no hesitation and she felt her heart rate pick up. "I know what you meant," he elaborated, and she blinked at him, forcing her gaze to where they were walking again

"Really?" she asked quietly, almost breathlessly, and Fred nodded again. "Ginny wasn't lying?"

"Guess not," the redhead hummed, scratching the back of his neck. "I mean, everyone knows. We've known you two were mad for each other for a while now. I've got bets on when you're getting together," he confessed, a teasing tone laced in his voice, and her eyes widened. Had she really had him this whole time? She wanted to hang her head against the wall for being so oblivious. If she had known sooner, she might've done something about it.

It might've been too late, now, though.

She'd gone and muddied everything up.

Y/N swallowed thickly. "If that's true, why's he been ignoring me lately?" she asked.

Fred looked over at her with tender eyes and a small smile. He'd been expecting her to ask that for a while now, but it was about time. "Look," he started as they started up the stairs in the corridor. "George isn't so strong and courageous like me, you know," he started, not seriously, but it still made her roll her eyes. "He's nervous and soft-hearted, which I'm sure you've picked up on." She definitely had. He was definitely a gentler force than Fred, like a soft rain to his brother's thunderstorm. "He gets his feelings hurt easier, he overthinks things, and he's so very oblivious, love. Sometimes you just need to tell him what's on your mind straight up," he said as he led her up to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He muttered the password to her and she swung open for them. "This is one of those times."

She wasn't really sure what Fred had meant by all of that. All she'd done was kiss George in the midst of a stupid, teenage game, she didn't understand how she might've hurt his feelings or made him feel like she didn't want to be around him, because that was all she wanted. All the time, too. She nodded her head, regardless, and followed the boy through the portrait hole. "So, what am I supposed to do?" she asked as they walked further into the common room. She was about to get her answer from Fred when someone slammed a book shut. Her eyes flickered to the couch in front of the fireplace where George seemed to have been studying.

George had been there all night, waiting for her to come back from dinner. He'd decided that morning that he was sick of wallowing in his thoughts about what had happened all those days ago and he missed talking to her, missed being with her. It'd been painful for him to watch her spend all of her time with his brother instead of him, like it should've been, especially when they'd looked so cozy together at the party, but as he watched them walk in together, her cheeks just as pink as they had been that night, irrational anger spread through his body.

He'd closed his textbook loudly and stood up, no longer in the mood to speak to her, or Fred, for that matter.

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed and her lips parted as George stormed past in a fit of anger, her protests lost on her tongue, and she swiveled back towards Fred. She'd never seen George like that, and she wanted to call after him, but she couldn't find the words so quickly, and she didn't want to just abandon Fred, but—

He cut her thoughts short with a nod towards the portrait hole as George disappeared through it. "Go. Tell him how you feel," he encouraged her, sending a sudden wave of confidence through her body. It spread through her nerves and left goosebumps in its wake, and she nodded.

Y/N flashed Fred a small smile, before she took off after George.

—

Y/N wasn't quite sure how George had gotten so far in such little time—she'd chalk it up to his long legs, maybe—but when she found him, he was pacing back and forth in an empty corridor a few floors beneath the tower, carding his fingers through his red hair as he immersed himself in his thoughts. He hardly even noticed she was there until she stepped a bit closer to him. "What the hell is your problem, George Weasley?" she started, the confidence that had been building up when she'd come after him having turned into pent-up annoyance.

His eyes shot up from the floor and he rolled his eyes when he registered that it was her. "You know what?" he asked breathlessly, more to himself than her, and he let out a bitter laugh. "You're my bloody problem, Y/N," he snapped and it was like a lash from a whip.

She flinched at his words, feeling the sting despite the distance between them, and all of that fire she'd had a moment ago dissipated. In all of the time that she'd known him, he had never spoken to her like that, even when he was angry at her, he'd never called her the problem. He'd never jabbed at her like that. Her eyebrows furrowed and her chest clenched as she looked at him, his face contorted in exasperation. "I'm your problem?" she asked, her surprise masking the hurt. "I don't even know what I did to you," she continued, acutely aware of how hard her heart was racing and how knotted up her stomach felt.

George wasn't doing much better. He was quick to shove the sleeves of his uniform up to his elbows in frustration, bringing his hands to his tie and loosening it up, because he felt so warm all of the sudden. He knew he was being stupid and overreacting at something that probably wasn't even happening, but he'd planted this seed in his own head at the party and he couldn't get it out. He'd made a mistake switching seats with Fred that day, because seeing his twin make her laugh like he did stung. It was like he'd provided her with his own bloody replacement. He hated it.

It wasn't her fault that Fred inevitably became everyone's favorite after some measure of time, but he figured that for Y/N, maybe it'd been the couple of years she'd favored George. "I haven't stopped thinking about it, Y/N, okay?" he blurted, running his hands up his face and through his hair, and he could see the look of blatant confusion on her face. She was about to open her mouth and ask him what he meant, but he beat her to it. "The kiss," he explained, "because I felt something and I thought you did, too, but then, I'd see you with Fred and I wouldn't know what to tell myself," he confessed and it made her head spin.

Y/N's eyes widened at his words and she practically gaped at him. "Wait, Fred?" she asked, almost wondering if she'd heard him right, because she hadn't even realized that Fred was a factor in this. George nodded once and she sputtered out a laugh in disbelief. "Hold on, what makes you think Fred—"

"You've been ignoring me for him for days!"

Oh, he did not.

She reeled back in disbelief, steadying herself against the side of the corridor. "Me?" she repeated, pointing to her chest. "Don't you dare try to put this on me when it was your idea to swap places with him in the first place! You've been avoiding me, you idiot," she yelled, her voice echoing through the hallway, and she would've been surprised that Filch hadn't dragged them away if she wasn't so worked up.

"How is it all my fault when you've barely reached out?" George retaliated, taking a few steps closer to her, and she wanted to pull her hair out.

"I'm not going to waste my time chasing after someone who can't stand to be near me," she explained, "And I didn't know how you expected me to fix this between us, okay?" she said, her voice cracking over the question and she sighed. She tilted her chin up so she could blink back tears, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. "I'm sorry, George," she added, all the anger in her voice having fallen away. She didn't want to fight with him anymore, she just wanted things to go back to normal, and if that meant taking the blame for the entire situation, then so be it.

George felt his heart sink at that, his eyebrows knitting together. "Wait, so you do want to be with Fred?" he asked, the volume having lowered in his voice. She shot him a look of disgust, quickly shutting down his theory about his brother. "For what, then? Kissing me? I don't understand," he continued, his stomach twisting as he spoke, because he hoped it wasn't that, either.

Y/N pushed herself off of the wall slightly, reaching out to take one of his hands in hers. Her heart took flight inside of her chest at the feeling, as it was the first time she'd touched him in what felt like forever. "What? No, I'll never be sorry for kissing you, it's just," she paused, glancing down at the space between his shoes and hers, "Ginny told me you loved me and I just— I was going to try George, I swear, but then you freaked and ran out and—" she cut herself off, pulling her hand back from his and shoving it into her hair. "I should've tried harder, I guess, and maybe—"

George hardly heard anything after he'd heard that Ginny ratted him out. With wide eyes, he couldn't help but ask, "She told you?" His throat moved as he swallowed thickly. "Godric, I'm gonna—"

"No, it's a good thing," she said quickly, pulling her hand out of her hair and holding it out in front of her almost defensively. "I'm just sorry for being so bloody clueless and too worried that you wouldn't feel the same way I did to not tell you," she confessed, and George pinched his arm behind his back to make sure he wasn't dreaming (he wasn't). "And if you're still worried about Fred, I don't care about him, okay?" she blurted, before she realized how it sounded, and her eyes widened. She covered her mouth briefly. "Okay, I do, but not like I care about you, I mean, Fred isn't even an option. Merlin, nobody else is even an option, because it's you, George. I..." she trailed off, staring up at him in search of any sign that she shouldn't say it, that she shouldn't tell him, but all she found was a look of anticipation, and she couldn't help but smile. "I love you," she whispered, tears prickling in the spaces behind her eyes, and she reached out to grab the hem of his sweater.

George didn't say anything immediately, or even for the next minute. He just took a step forward and looked at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish until he figured out what he wanted to say. "So, that's it, then?" he hummed after a while and she nodded. "You love me?" She nodded again and he smiled slightly, his heart feeling like it might explode. "I reckon I still need you to prove it," he whispered, taking another step closer to her and forcing her to take one backwards, her shoulders pressing against the wall.

She couldn't help but shake her head up at him as he slid one of his arms around her waist, her hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. His skin was warm in her palms and he leaned into her touch, his eyelids fluttering shut, and she brushed her thumbs over a spray of freckles. "I really do love you, Georgie," she whispered and his breath hitched in his throat. With that, Y/N pulled him down to press a kiss against his mouth and this kiss was less eager than the last. There was no question that this wouldn't be their final kiss together, so there was no rush.

George's lips were soft and his kiss was slow, and sweet, drawing her in with every peck. He leaned her back against the wall softly, tilting his head as his mouth slanted over her own, and he braced his arm on the wall above her. After he let her slide her fingers into his hair and thread them through it for a bit, he pulled away gently, his brown eyes staring into her own, and he smiled.

"I love you, too, darling."

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author's note / this was a long one, but i think it was worth it. tag list in the comments! :)

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benscursedkid · 4 years ago

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uhhh hi! if your valentines day reqs are still open could you do a jae kim x fem!reader and a former!penny haywood x fem!reader? like in the same fic, if not thats totally fine! thank you!

hello! thank you for requesting! i will try my best, but a lot of the circumstances here have been left unspecified so if this isn’t to your liking, you’re absolutely welcome to send in another one, as always! ((this got much longer than i planned))

happy valentine’s day! 💗✨

Okay, so in his defense, Jae hasn’t exactly had lots of experience with Valentine’s Day. Or, more accurately, having a valentine for Valentine’s Day.

He didn’t hate the holiday. On the contrary, the lovers’ holiday always brings in lots of customers for his little side business. When you can’t trust the staff to get you what you need, you must be forced to look elsewhere. Jae is elsewhere.

It’s rather easy actually. Enchant a howler to sing ballads instead of scream insults here, candles made out of amortentia, a few orders of multiplying chocolate roses there. Business is booming this time of year and he owes it all to the Day of Love. So, really, how could he possibly hate the holiday?

Let him tell you why.

He has no idea what to get you.

You’d think for someone with a stock like Jae’s, finding an appropriate gift would be easy. A piece of cake, right? Wrong. Every gift that he can possibly think of to give to you, he’s already sold to someone else at one point before. Flowers that change to the favorite color of the holder? Done before. Jewelry enchanted to fit only the wearer? Done. Doves entrusted with disappearing love poems? Done. Done. Done.

And Jae doesn’t want to give you just any gift. He wants it to be special. Many a buyer has claimed him a secret romantic, and while he has vehemently disagreed in the past, if ever a time came to prove them right it would most certainly be now.

But, unfortunately for him, it seems he’s pulled out all the stops for strangers. Not his best moment.

After about the entirety of his January was wasted in struggle, Jae eventually caved and turned to Ben for help. Being his roommate, the blonde’s innate knack for charms did not escape his notice and he figured if anyone were to help him out of his funk, it’d be him. Not to mention, being his best friend has its perks too.

It took only an hour for Jae to come up with his best idea yet. However, that said, it was a little ambitious for the two students and they enlisted the help of charming Professor Flitwick—who, much to Jae’s immense relief, seemed absolutely delighted to help, saying something about “finally putting his creativity to use”—to ensure his vision became a reality.

Finally, at seven pm on Love Day, after a whole morning and afternoon’s worth of quality time spent between giggles and stolen kisses, he is finally able to present you with his gift. Fortune favors the bold and all that, right? Or was it brave....?

Eh, he’s a Gryffindor. He’ll try his luck.

The two of you are slipping through the dark corridors, the only source of light granted by the quaint, alluring candles that dot the extensive hall. The glow casts an illusion of warmth across your face, catching on the color of your eyes so purposefully, so brilliantly that for a moment Jae forgets to breathe.

“Thank you for today,” You tell him, your fingers intertwined as you bring them up to kiss his knuckles affectionately. Jae blushes and doesn’t even attempt to hide it. “For a while there, I couldn’t have seen myself doing this with anyone but Penny. And I hate to bring it up, but...just know that today was all I could have asked for.”

You push up on your toes, smirking just slightly as you brush your lips against his in a whisper of a kiss. “And so much more.”

Usually, Jae detests when your very intimidating and long-lasting history with mutual friend—and your now ex—Penny Haywood is brought up. Jae knows what the two of you had was important to you, and he trusts you entirely, but sometimes when he watches as you both settle back into an easy friendship, his heart flips painfully in his chest. It is not a rare occurrence for him to wonder, If someone as pretty and popular and considerate as Penny couldn’t keep you, what chance does he stand?

Today though, he finds he can’t seem to muster up the energy to feel insecure when you’re looking at him like that and your smile threatens to cut so wide he knows your cheeks will hurt in the morning.

Jae chuckles, the sound a deeper rumble than usual as he pulls his gift out from his pocket. “Well, the day’s not over yet. I have one more surprise for you.”

Your eyebrow arches and your eyes light up in interest, mirth dancing in the small flames he finds reflected there. You grin. “And what might that be?”

Deciding that it’s now or never, he smirks and drops what looks to be nothing more than a common remembrall in your hand. Your reaction is expected.

“A remembrall?”

He shakes his head. “Not just any remembrall. A romantic remembrall.”

You snicker, but don’t disbelieve him. “Just because you add a word in front of it, doesn’t make it any different.”

“This one is different though. I had Ben and Flitty help me with it, so you might want to shoot them a thanks too when you see ‘em, but it took me two weeks to make.”

You tilt your head, a soft but curious smile on your face. “And what does it do?”

Jae points to where it’s currently filled with its usual crimson red smoke with a sly grin. “Well love, you see, unlike a regular old remembrall, this one will only light up if the person who gave it you is presently thinking of you.”

You stop, your eyes flicking down to peer at the smoke already swirling around inside. When you look back up at him, your eyes are filled with such strong emotion, Jae thinks he might melt on the spot.

“Jae...”

“If you carry it around with you, or even just leave it on your desk in your dorm, this way you will always know just how often you’re on my mind.”

For a brief second, you don’t say anything—too tongue-tied to find the right words. So instead, you wrap an arm around his neck and plant a happy kiss against his lips.

Jae smiles into it.

Just wait until next year.

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cmfan3 · 4 years ago

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Acceptance

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau X Emily Prentiss

Warning: Strong Language & Sensitive Topics Mentioned

Words: 2.8K

The team didn’t have a case so JJ and Emily were relaxing in their house, enjoying each other’s company as they watched a movie together. After years of consistently pining for each other, the team had enough and hatched a plan to get them together. Mainly because of Garcia’s insistence, the women have been dating for nearly two years and although they each had their own place, neither one could bear to stay away from the other for long, so they were currently living in Emily’s condo.

They were on the couch, JJ laying on top of the brunette, with their arms wrapped around each other as the movie played in the background. A resounding knock cut through the room, causing the two to share a look of confusion as they both got up, neither one expecting visitors. The blonde grabbed the TV remote and lowered the volume as Emily went to open the door.

JJ turned and began straightening the couch as she called out, “Emily, honey, who is it?” After not hearing a response, the younger woman walked out to see what was wrong and was shocked to find the Ambassador standing in the doorway with Emily gaping at her.

The Ambassador’s eyebrows scrunched together as she squinted her eyes in disbelief, “Emily dear, are you not going to invite me in?” The brunette, still in shock, didn’t respond but stepped aside and shut the door after her mother walked in. After a moment of standing at the door to compose her confusion, she walked over to the younger woman and stood next to her, desperate to feel her girlfriend’s presence.

Elizabeth clasped her hands together as she questioned, “now then, I heard her calling you ‘honey.’ What is she talking about and why is she calling you honey?” Realizing that her mother was speaking to her, Emily’s shock began to fade, “I’m sorry, what?” The Ambassador’s patience was beginning to wear thin as she spoke with disgust, “this woman called you honey. Why?”

Emily stood up straighter and stepped in front of the blonde but not before reaching back and grabbing her hand, intertwining their fingers, “this woman is my girlfriend, Jennifer.” Elizabeth paled as she digested the information before croaking out, “girlfriend? You like women?” The brunette stared at her mother, “I don’t like women. I love Jen.”

The Ambassador’s jaw clenched together and after a moment of silence, she answered, “do you not care about me and what this will do to my reputation? You liking women. What you need is a husband to set you straight.” Shocked, Emily scoffed, “I’m sorry, what?” Her mother threw her hands up as she began to raise her voice, “this will ruin my career Emily. This will ruin the Prentiss name and everything I’ve created. Why are you choosing to do this to me, your flesh and blood, your family, your mother?”

For a split second, all Emily saw was red before she felt a small squeeze on her hand, forcing her to look back and lock eyes with JJ, noticing the love that was shining through from the crystal blue eyes. She turned back to Elizabeth and spat, “this has nothing to do with you. Who I love isn’t a choice I make, it’s a feeling I can’t change and I love Jennifer. Who I am and who I love is none of your business, mother.”

“This has to be some sort of practical joke you’re playing and I have to say, it’s not quite that funny Emily. I gave birth to you. I raised you. I have given you everything you’ve ever asked for. And this is how you repay me? This is absurd and you should be ashamed of how you’re acting because it’s quite ridiculous,“ the Ambassador nearly shouted.

Emily’s frustration exploded, “you NEVER raised me. You were NEVER there. You NEVER even gave a shit about me. You only cared about how I made you look, so don’t start acting like you care because you never did. I lived my whole life without you in it and I definitely don’t need you in it now. So goodbye, Elizabeth.”

The Ambassador scoffed, “I’m your mother. If you think that I’m going to just stand here and let you speak to me in that manner then you’re clearly mista-”

JJ let go of her girlfriend’s hand as she stepped in front of her, shielding the brunette from her mother as she snapped, “don’t you dare finish that sentence. I don’t care if you’re the Ambassador or not. Get the fuck out of our house. You’ve clearly overstayed your welcome.” Elizabeth’s face flushed from anger as her mouth parted but nothing more came out. She huffed and whirled around, storming out of the door and slamming it shut behind her.

Emily’s eyes remained focused on the door as tears began to form, her body shaking slightly from the whole ordeal. JJ turned and gently enveloped her girlfriend into her arms, letting out a sigh of frustration. The brunette wrapped her arms around the younger woman’s torso, as she sobbed.

“I’m sorry,” Emily’s voice cracked. JJ pulled back slightly and looked at the older woman with concern etched into her features. Her heart shattered when hearing the sadness in her girlfriend’s voice, “for what?” Emily closed her eyes as her lip trembled, “for making you put up with this. You deserve so much better Jen.” “Oh Em,” JJ sighed lovingly as she reached up and grasped the brunette’s face and wiped away the tears with her thumb, “you’re the best I can have. I love you. I will always love you.”

Emily pressed further into the blonde’s palms, seeking comfort. JJ leaned in and placed a light kiss upon her girlfriend’s lips, the taste of the salty tears that had fallen prominent on her lips. The older woman hummed with satisfaction as they split before hugging her flush against her body and resting her chin on top of the younger woman’s head.

The two split and JJ smiled softly at the brunette, “why don’t you go back and play the movie? I just have to make a quick phone call and I’ll be right there, I promise.” Emily nodded slightly before leaning in and giving her girlfriend a quick peck on the cheek before heading back to the living room, her head filled with thoughts about what just happened.

The blonde stepped out of earshot as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number she knew by heart. After two rings, Garcia called out, “hey goldie locks, to what do I owe this fine pleasure?” JJ’s lips twitched in a smile at the new nickname, “the Ambassador just showed up.” “No, she didn’t,” the tech analyst gasped. The blonde sighed, “yea, she did. And to say it wasn’t pretty is definitely an understatement.”

Garica paused before she questioned, “what happened?” “She found out that we were dating and was upset with the fact that I was a woman. She kept talking about how Em doesn’t care about the Prentiss reputation and whatnot,” JJ concluded. “Oh my poor baby,” Garcia exclaimed, “give me fifteen minutes. I’ll be right there, don’t you worry.”

Before the younger woman had a chance to respond, the line was cut. She put her phone back in her pocket as she walked over to Emily who was sitting on the couch and had her eyes trained on the screen but her head seemed to be somewhere else. JJ sat down and placed her hand on the brunette’s thigh, squeezing it softly. Emily’s shoulders drooped as the blonde gathered her into her arms and ran her hand through the dark hair.

After roughly fifteen minutes of the two women comforting each other with nothing but contact, another knock was heard. Feeling her girlfriend tense up in her arms, JJ smiled softly as she placed a soft kiss on the top of her head before getting up and going to open the door.

Upon swinging the door open, she wasn’t surprised to see Penelope standing in the hallway, her arms full with a bottle of wine and multiple blankets. JJ let her in and the two walked back to where the brunette was still sitting on the couch. Emily’s eyes shot up to see who was knocking on the door and when she saw the colorful tech analyst, she turned towards her girlfriend, “Jen?”

“I called her. I thought you might need a bit of a pick-me-up and some support that wasn’t me,” the younger woman admitted with a small blush gathering on her cheeks. Garcia placed the wine on the table before throwing the blankets at the brunette and jumping onto the couch. She grasped Emily’s hands tightly, “I’m so sorry sweetcheeks. You don’t deserve any of this crap.”

JJ’s eyebrow lifted at the word, surprised that Garcia used it but ultimately decided to not say anything. She walked over and perched herself behind the older woman, resting her chin on her girlfriend’s shoulder as her arms wrapped around her torso. Emily leaned back into the blonde’s embrace as she squeezed her friend’s hands.

Penelope let go of the brunette’s hands and reached over, grabbing the wine bottle off the table, “I’m here for you,” she shared a look with JJ, “we both are.” Emily smiled faintly at the two, “thanks PG.” The peppy woman patted the older woman’s hand, “no need to thank me. I love you E. We both do.” Emily nodded, indicating that she knew, “I love you guys too.”

“Now, we’re gonna talk about everything that happened and what you’re thinking and we better finish this wine. I’m not leaving until the entire bottle is done,” Garcia promised with a smirk. The two lovers shared a laugh at their friend’s antics.

Penelope popped open the cork as JJ ran into the kitchen to grab three wine glasses. While the tech analyst poured some into each glass, the blonde returned to her seat behind the older woman and grabbed one glass while using her other to wrap around her girlfriend.

Taking a tentative sip, Emily began, “honestly? I don’t even know where to start. I guess it just hurts. I know it shouldn’t because she was never even there, but it just does.” Penelope’s features softened at the confession while JJ reached up with her free hand and pushed the brunette hair away. She placed a soft kiss on the back of her girlfriend’s neck, causing chills to travel down Emily’s spine.

JJ set her glass down on the table and placed her chin on the older woman’s shoulder, “oh Em, of course it hurts. At the end of the day, she is your mother and of course you want her support.” The peppy woman nodded sympathetically as she took a sip from her glass, “she’s right sweetcheeks. But you have me and goldie locks over here and pretty boy and chocolate thunder and papa-”

Emily cut her off with a laugh, “I know I have you guys. All of you. And I love each and every one of you.” “We love you too,” Penelope took another sip of wine before continuing with a smirk, “maybe one of us more than others.” JJ laughed as she ran her fingers through the brunette hair lovingly, separating it into two sections. Emily closed her eyes and a smile ghosted her lips when she felt her girlfriend start braiding her hair.

Garcia threw back her glass and finished the wine before reaching out to grab the bottle to pour herself another glass before topping off the other two. She brought her legs up and crossed them under herself before reaching out to grab the older woman’s hand. She tilted her head and spoke softly, “you deserve the world E. I know it’s not the same, but you have us, all of us, and we aren’t going anywhere.”

Emily sighed, “I know I do, but I just wish she knew that it wasn’t a choice I can make. Who I love isn’t something I choose. I wish she supported me for once in my life.” As JJ finished off the first braid, she grabbed her glass and took a sip.

After a moment, she set the glass down and began on the other side, “who knows? Maybe all she needs is some time to process it because I think it’s safe to say she definitely wasn’t expecting it. But Em, she doesn’t deserve to be in your life if she doesn’t support you. It’s her loss.”

“I know and I’ll be ok, it just sucked. I mean that’s how I expected her to act, but I had a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, she would support me,” the brunette looked down at her glass, watching as her wine swirled around.

Noticing that her friend was beginning to lose herself in her mind, Penelope tugged on her hand slightly, jarring the older woman from her thoughts, “I don’t care if she’s the Ambassador, next time she pulls a stunt like that, I’m gonna destroy her credit scores and we’ll see what ruins her reputation.”

Emily let out a chuckle before putting her glass up to her lips and taking a few sips, “I love you PG, but there’s no need for that.” Penelope pouted, “aw come on. You’re taking away all my fun.” “Yeah Pen, there’s no need for that,” JJ winked at the tech analyst with a smile on her face as she finished off the second braid.

“Jayje,” Emily warned with a laugh. The blonde threw her hands up and feigned innocence as her girlfriend turned to look at her, “what?” The brunette smirked as she took another sip, “I know that tone, don’t you dare.” JJ let out a bark of laughter, “fine. We won’t do anything.” ”You’re taking away all my fun,” Penelope whined. Emily grinned as she finished off the last of her wine. The tech analyst reached for the bottle and was surprised to find it empty, “we finished it already?”

JJ raised her glass and finished hers off before standing and taking all the empty glasses and bottle to the kitchen. Penelope looked up at Emily, squeezing her hand, “are you sure you’re ok sweetcheeks?” The older woman nodded and squeezed her hands tightly, “thank you.”

“For you? Anytime,” Penelope turned and checked the clock, “it’s almost eleven? Time really does fly doesn’t it? But you’re gonna be ok, we’re all here for you.” “I know. I love you guys,” Emily reminded her with a yawn. The cheerful woman turned towards JJ, who was now walking into the living room, “this one is tired, you better get her to bed before she falls asleep here. I’m gonna head home you two.”

JJ questioned, “are you sure you don’t wanna stay the night?” Penelope shook her head with a smirk, “I’d rather let you two be alone. There is no need for me to hear what you do at night.” Emily became flustered as she turned crimson, “I- Penelope!” The tech analyst squealed with delight as she darted from the couch to the door, avoiding the friendly slap from the brunette.

Emily got up from the couch and walked over to the door with the younger woman in tow. The older woman hugged Penelope tightly, “thank you.” “You don’t need to keep thanking me E. I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” the two broke apart. JJ stepped forward and hugged her friend goodnight before Garcia turned and walked out the door.

Before turning the corner, she called out, “don’t do anything I would do.” Emily let out a chuckle before shutting the door, “sometimes, I wonder what goes through her head.” The corner of JJ’s mouth quirked up, “I guess we’ll never know.”

Emily turned towards the blonde, “thank you.” JJ’s smile faded and she tilted her head in confusion, “for what?” “For being there for me. For not leaving my side. For loving me,” the brunette explained. The younger woman stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Emily’s neck as the older woman gripped her hips, “always.” They both leaned in and shared a soft kiss, beaming as they broke apart.

JJ looked into the auburn eyes that were staring at her, “why don’t we go sleep? I think that was enough for one day, don’t you think?” The older woman nodded and followed her girlfriend to their bedroom where they both got dressed and climbed into bed. Emily opened her arms and JJ crawled into them, resting her head on the brunette’s chest as she listened to her heartbeat.

Their legs tangled together as JJ trailed her hand along the brunette’s side while Emily traced imaginary circles along her girlfriend’s back. The exhaustion from the ordeal hit both women. As JJ was on the verge of sleep, she was able to croak out, “I love you Em,” before her eyes shut and her breathing became even. Emily smiled as she whispered, “I love you too Jayje,” her heart full of love and affection for the woman in her arms, the incident of the day long forgotten.

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deadontheinsidebut · 4 years ago

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Hihihi! Been scrolling through your blog and I LOVE EM!!❤️ May i request a kuroo angst with fluffy ending? Let your brain run 🤩🤩

Hi!!! Yes ofc you can! I was actually debating making Kuroo cheat but our man ain’t no cheater so I thought this was better! I really hope you enjoy🤩💗 and thank you for the request. Please let me know if you ever have any other requests!! And if it’s not what you envisioned please feel free to tell me😬

In sickness and in health...

Pairing: Kuroo x fem!reader

Genre: angst!!!! And fluff soft boy at the end🥺🥺

Summary: You and Kuroo have been in love for the longest time. You’re both well into your 20s now but you’re so used to the wild life that you both are too afraid to slow down. But what happens when an uncontrollable circumstance gets in the way?

The sound of the car engine roared and blended with harmonious sounds of you and Kuroo’s laughing. The music blasted and the wind in your hair made you feel like a movie star. Because that’s what it was like being with Kuroo Tetsurou. He was the man of your dreams. Before meeting him, you never felt like anything special. You never even left the house. You owe him everything.

You feel his hand reach over and rest your thigh. He gave it a reassuring squeeze as thought he knew what you were thinking. You pull out your phone so you can record this moment forever. The atmosphere was perfect. Your boyfriend’s smile was contagious and the the 3am moon beaming over head was so exhilarating.

“Where are we going tonight, beautiful?” He asks as you continue to film the adventure.

“I want food. I want to go to a diner!!” You exclaim.

“Anything for my queen,” he responds.

Your breathing is quickening in the thrill of the moment and you can feel the lightness in your head.

Everything was going well... until you landed in the hospital.

Your eyes open only to see a very concerned Kuroo by your side. It was morning now. Your hand is intertwined with his and you can see the bags under his eyes. This was your least favourite Kuroo. You never wanted to see a sad expression on your boyfriend’s face. The Kuroo you know and love is always fun loving and energetic.

“You’re finally awake, princess.”

His voice is tired. You heard his voice crack.

“What happened?”

“You had a heart attack. You fell unconscious when we were about to get food..” his voice trails off.

You furrow your brows. A heart attack. But how?

The doctor knocks on the door and makes his way into the room.

“Hello there y/n, I’m Dr. N and I have the results. You’ve been suffering from a coronary artery disease. Do heart diseases run in your family?”

His words did not completely process through your mind. Are you hearing him correctly? Kuroo’s eyes are widened in shock and he’s shaking. He’s shaking because of you.

“What exactly does that mean?” You ask, trying to stay strong for your boyfriend.

“Your arteries are clogged and there is a buildup of cholesterol on the inner walls of your arteries. From now on you need to be more cautious with what you eat and focus on your health. Don’t do anything too wild,” the doctor’s voice trails on.

You’re breathing hard. You couldn’t even cry. The doctor leaves the room so you can have some alone time with Kuroo, but you can’t even meet his eyes. How could you possibly believe that your exuberant lifestyle could carry on when your health is dragging you down? Dragging Kuroo down.

“We’ll get through this, y/n,” Kuroo whispers.

He never uses your real name. You’re clenching your fists even as he reaches for your hand. You didn’t want to look at the disappointed look on his face.

“Hey, look at me. They said we can go home. I’ll cook you a healthy meal or something. Maybe stay in and watch a movie?”

Who were you to argue? You grumbled in compliance and he helped you get off the bed. The car ride home was silent. You could sense his gaze on you every few seconds as if he was making sure you weren’t going to pass out on him again. That bothered you. You didn’t like being looked at as a fragile doll.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumble.

“Oh, sorry princess,” Kuroo responds and nervously chuckles.

The silence was deafening and filled with a million unsaid words.

He tries to help you out of the car but you refuse. You walk ahead into the house. The distance between you two is strange. All you wanted to do was embrace him and stay there. You wanted to feel safe because this was scary for you. But how could you expect that of him when all you two have known was the dangers of life?

“Let me take care of you,” Kuroo starts.

You reluctantly fall into his arms.

A few days have passed now and you two have not been going out. Kuroo is very dedicated to keeping your health in top shape. The doctor recommended not eating fatty foods for a while and to get enough exercise so he was avoiding taking you out to eat altogether.

Your conversations only consist of empty words and distant feelings. You felt like a burden and he thought he wasn’t doing enough for you.

“I know we’re not going to be able to have as much fun for a while... or maybe even longer because of my health and I know how much you like to have fun so-”

“Enough with the negative talk! If you have time to think that you should also know how I feel about pessimism,” he says.

That was your first argument in a long time.

The tension and was only growing and you can feel your body being accustomed to the life indoors. It felt normal to not be running about all the time. The days that passed seemed to be much quieter. Kuroo was slowing down for you and you felt guilty because that was never how you envisioned his life to be. Were you being too insecure?

“Say, y/n, how about we go out for a walk? The sun is shining!” Kuroo offers.

He’s never asked to go for a walk before.

“Why can’t we go out and hit the beach or something. We can open the sunroof in your car and just go wild. Wouldn’t that be more like old times?”

You see him shudder at the mention of riding in his car. It was apparent that he was not over the fact that you literally had a heart attack in his car.

“I’m not feeling it today, princess. Lets just chill.”

“What the actual fuck, Kuroo?”

“P-princess?”

“You don’t have to slow down for me. Why are you treating me like I’m not capable of having fun?”

You didn’t know why you were screaming now. Kuroo was just as surprised and his expression showed that he could barely recognize you. The lightheartedness was gone and you two were forced to face the reality that this was real.

But neither of you were ready.

“I’m gonna leave for a bit..” Kuroo murmurs.

“Answer my question!”

The desperation sounded disgusting.

“We need to both relax a bit.”

“To hell with relaxing! Look at me! I’m. still. me. Stop pretending the woman you love disappeared the moment she landed in the hospital!” The tears were overflowing and the cracking of my voice was a pitiful cry.

Kuroo was flinching at your harsh words.

“Maybe you are gone...”

Your voice caught in your throat.

“You don’t mean that. Kuroo look at me.”

“You’ve been pushing me away since the hospital. And I understand. I couldn’t even take care of you that night. You were passed out cold and I had no idea what to do. We’re both always so caught up in the fun we never focused on real life like the tears and pains. I was the one forcing your body to overwork itself and go out all night and... maybe your life would’ve been better without me.”

“This is MY burden to carry, not yours. Why are you giving up so easily?” But I’m whimpering now.

The silence went on for too long.

“Lets just go on a break for a while I don’t know,” Kuroo suggests but you can hear the strain in his voice.

“What... get out. Get out right now,” your voice is soft but deadly.

The sound of the door shutting without the usual goodbye kiss from your ex lover is what broke you. In one second, your had lost everything. Your bottled up emotions immediately erupt. You’re clenching your fists and your tears are streaming down your face. The scream that escaped your mouth was deafening. The pain was real. And the worst part was that the breakup wasn’t the result of lost love, but a punch from reality.

The days that passed were slower, more monotonous. You play the video from that night on your phone. You can hear the cheerful laughs and see the genuine smile on your boyfriend’s face. All was well. But a series of miscommunication and insecurities brought you to where you were.

‘I should call him. I should apologize...’ you thought. This thought pondered your mind for countless days now.

‘If I hadn’t been so insecure of what we had things would’ve worked out. We had something good’

Your checkups to the doctor were lonely.

Your car rides to the grocery store were boring.

Your attempts to imagine the feelings Kuroo once brought out in you were useless.

God you wanted this boy back so badly it was starting to become unbearable.

You were struggling as you got out of the car carrying a few bags of grocery when a large hand extended itself towards you.

You look up to see the familiar black-haired male looking down at you with concern and regret. You started shaking and immediately dropped the bags. Your pride was out the door the moment you saw him and you leaped into his arms. He trembled at your touch but he returned your embrace with just as much intensity.

Once again, there were a million unsaid words, but the silence was comfortable. He releases you and his eyes search for answer within yours.

“Why are you being so nice to me? I-I abandoned you when you needed someone the most!” He cries out.

“Let’s just do what we should’ve done in the first place and talk things out properly,” you decide.

The two of you make your way into the house and you feel him squeeze your hand. He caresses your face with his other hand and you two begin your long conversation about your biggest worries and greatest fears. You talk about the misunderstandings and how you were both so busy living in the moment that you never stopped to think about how your relationship could potentially have doubts and pains.

Eventually, you two have ended up intertwined on the couch. You’re crying silently into his chest and he’s running his hands through your hair while placing soft little kisses on your head. You both lacked balance, but you were willing to rebuild.

“Let me take care of you,” your boyfriend repeated against your hair, “let me be your rock.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go out and have fun?” You ask.

You can feel him smile into your hair, “who says we can’t have both, princess?”

And that’s what happened.

You both were more in love than ever. The silence that was once painstakingly heartbreaking was now filled with unconditional love. And you didn’t feel insecure the way you did because you ARE special even without Kuroo.

You step into Kuroo’s car and he’s grinning from ear to ear. The comfortable feeling of the wind blowing in your hair made you feel like you were on top of the world. And the feeling of Kuroo’s hand on your thigh was exhilarating. You look into his eyes and you see the promise that he’s been trying to make since the beginning:

I will love you in sickness and in health.

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sirrriusblack · 4 years ago

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can you write a oneshot about wolfstar with 1D's They don't know about us??

Oh my, am I about to expose my 2013 one direction phase? Yes, yes I am. I love this song and it fits so perfectly and thank you so much for this prompt @remuslupingivesthebesthug and I’m sorry I took so long to write it my brain is a disaster :)

* * *

People say we shouldn't be together

We're too young to know about forever

* * *

“Moony, we need to talk...” Sirius said, sitting across from Remus. They were alone in the Gryffindor common room, Remus studying for the upcoming OWLs and Sirius... well, Sirius couldn’t get this off his mind. Remus didn’t lift his head, only turned the page of his book.

“Can it wait ‘til tomorrow? I’ve got to finish taking notes from this chapter and I feel like I’m about to pass out,” he said, his eyelids heavy. Sirius linked his hands together. trying not to fidget. When he didn’t say anything, Remus looked up. Sirius looked like a wreck. His eyes were red, like he’d been crying. He was... “shit, Pads, what’s wrong?” Remus asked putting his book down beside him. Sirius bit his lip and looked up at the roof, his eyes flicking between the beams, watching the shadows and trying to build up his voice.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said. Sirius’ head fell into his hands, his hair falling around him like a curtain, his shoulders shaking and—

“Sirius,” Remus said. He crawled over to him, crouching in front of Sirius’ knees. He carefully placed his hands on Sirius’ arms, ignoring the heat from the fire, focusing only on this boy in front of him. “What? What can’t you do?” He asked quietly, not wanting to startle him. Sirius took a deep breath and looked up, locking eyes with Remus.

“This,” Sirius gestured between him and Remus, gestured to Remus’ hands, only inches away from Sirius’.

“I don’t... I don’t know what you mean,” Remus admitted, confused. Sirius huffed, and Remus wasn’t sure if it was laughter or bitterness.

“I can’t pretend I haven’t wanted to be with you since third year,” Sirius said. Remus didn’t...he...what? “I can’t pretend you’re just my best friend, I can’t pretend I don’t see you differently than I see Peter or James. I can’t do it anymore.” Remus didn’t believe it. This couldn’t be happening. Sirius was dating Marlene. Sirius was straight. Sirius was...in love with Remus? That couldn’t be true. Remus had probably fallen asleep or he was imagining things or... there had to be some sort of explanation. “Remus?” Sirius said quietly, waiting for an answer.

“I...we...can’t...we shouldn’t be together,” Remus said. Sirius’ face fell. Remus... he didn’t know what he was doing. He was in love with Sirius. He wanted nothing more in the world than to be with Sirius. But this was a trick. Surely. And Remus had to be reasonable.

“What?” Sirius whispered, cringing away from Remus. There wasn’t a place in this world where Sirius and Remus could be accepted.

“We shouldn’t be together.” They just shouldn’t. Remus picked his book up again and started reading.

* * *

But I say they don't know what they talk, talk, talkin' about (Talk, talk, talkin' about)

'Cause this love is only getting stronger

* * *

“I—I’m sorry...” The first words Remus said to Sirius after a month of near silence. I’m sorry.

“What?” Sirius whispered. “What for?” he asked, stepping closer. Remus stayed where he was. His head was facing the ground, his curls falling sheepishly to toward his feet. Remus looked up, green eyes shining. Sirius tried with everything in him not to step forward. “Why are you apologising, Remus?” He asked softly. Remus sniffled.

“I...I keep doing this and it’s not fair of me but I keep telling myself you’re lying or you’re pranking me or it doesn’t matter because it’ll never work because—“

“What are you saying, Remus?” Sirius asked, stepping forward again. Remus took a step back and hit the wall behind him. Sirius halted. He didn’t get it. Was Remus trying to get away from him, or—

“I can’t pretend either,” Remus admitted, thinking back to Sirius’ desperate words a month ago. Sirius blinked.

“What?” he prompted. Remus bit his lip, the habit tearing away a small part of the control Sirius was holding himself to. Remus took a deep breath.

“I can’t pretend I don’t want to be with you. I can’t pretend I don’t see you in the halls with Marlene and want to be that person next to you—“

“Marlene and I broke up over a month ago,” Sirius quickly rushed out. Remus’ hands dropped to his side.

“What?”

“She... I came out to her.”

“As gay?” Remus asked, leaning forward. Sirius hesitated, but nodded. The world stopped spinning. Remus’ mouth tilted up at the corner like he couldn’t help but smile.

“So what...what’s happening?” Sirius asked, gesturing between the two of them. Remus bit his lip again, a nervous habit.

“I don’t...we can’t...everyone...”

“We can, Moony,” Sirius said when Remus trailed off. He made to step forward again but held back in order to keep from startling Remus. “Please, Moony, we can be together...” Remus only looked back toward the ground. “Please, Remus, I—“

Sirius was cut off as Remus stepped forward and pulled Sirius back against the wall, closing the gap between them and opening every door that had previously been shut. The walls fell down around them as the two boys smiled against each other’s lips, as their hands somehow became linked together, as they kissed, long and gentle and slow.

* * *

So I don't wanna wait any longer

I just wanna tell the world that you're mine

* * *

“You...when...how long?” Pete asked, glancing between the two of them. Sirius smiled, his hand intertwined with Remus’.

“6 months,” Remus answered, tracing his thumb over Sirius’ hand lightly. Pete sputtered, eyes wide.

“You’ve been dating for 6 months and we didn’t even notice?” he exclaimed, moving his limbs everywhere. Next to him, James was silent and still. He couldn’t...no...he hadn’t said a word. Sirius shifted carefully.

“James?” he said, looking for any kind of reaction from his best friend. That’s when James smiled. He smiled wider than the boys had ever seen him smile.

“Oh Merlin, what is it?” Remus asked cautiously. James grinned wider.

“You see, that remark is incorrect, dear Wormtail,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “They’ve been dating for six months and you didn’t notice. In fact, you refused to notice,” James said, still smiling and not making any sense. The sunlight shining through the window glinted of the lens of his glasses. James held out a hand. “I believe I’m owed something, Peter.” Peter sighed dramatically and handed over a box of chocolate frogs from underneath his mattress. Hands dig in right away.

Sirius stole a glance at Remus, who was watching his friends fondly.

“So you really don’t mind?” Remus asked, his eyes glinting and his hand holding Sirius’ with certainty. James pulled a face at Pete, who was staring longingly at James’ chocolate covered hands. He shrugged.

“It’s not up to us,” Peter said, trinity and grabbing another box of stashed chocolates. Remus wondered how many stashes he had. “But yes, we’re happy for you guys,” he promised, “even if you did lose me a bet.” The boys all laughed.

* * *

Oh, they don't know about the things we do

They don't know about the "I love yous"

But I bet you if they only knew

They would just be jealous of us,

They don't know about the up all nights

They don't know I've waited all my life

Just to find a love that feels this right

Baby they don't know about

They don't know about us (They don't know about us)

* * *

“I don’t know, I still don’t think I’m ready to tell everyone,” Remus said, feeling nauseous. “I...” he looked up at Sirius, eyes red. “I don’t know how we’d get treated, Sirius. I’m...I’m scared,” he admitted. Sirius’ heart broke then and there. He shifted forward and linked his hands with Remus’, taking in his star flecked face.

“Moony, baby, I promise that I will personally beat the shit out of anyone that makes a single comment about us,” he swore, and Remus smiled a little. “But if you want to wait, then we wait. Pete and James know, and right now, that’s all that matters, yeah?” Sirius said, squeezing Remus’ hands. Remus nodded.

“Here’s to hoping Bellatrix makes a nasty comment,” Remus said quietly, a thin smirk on his face. Sirius barked in laughter.

* * *

Just one touch and I was a believer

Every kiss it gets a little sweeter

It's getting better

Keeps getting better all the time

* * *

“Oh come on! Get a room!” James yelled and slammed the door shut.

“This is our room!” Remus yelled back, his words muffled by Sirius’ lips, they were both shirtless on Sirius’ bed, Remus straddling his boyfriend, their lips melting together, fusing them into one. Sirius breathed out a laugh and drew the curtains shut.

* * *

They don't know about the things we do

They don't know about the "I love yous"

But I bet you if they only knew

They would just be jealous of us,

They don't know about the up all nights

They don't know I've waited all my life

Just to find a love that feels this right

Baby, they don't know about (They don't know about us)

* * *

“I love you.” Sirius choked on his orange juice. Remus smiled sheepishly.

“Moony, we’re eating breakfast!” he shouted. Remus only kept smiling.

“I know, I just... thought I ought to let you know,” he said, like those three words hadn’t just meant the entire world to Sirius. He grinned, wider than he’d ever done so before.

“I love you too, Remus,” Sirius said, and he did. He loved Remus with every piece of him. They both stood up at the same time. James looked up.

“What are you doing? You haven’t even finished half your plate,” he pointed out, gesturing to the plates. Remus smirked.

“Other things to eat,” he said. It was Pete’s turn to choke on his orange juice.

* * *

They don't know how special you are

They don't know what you've done to my heart

They can say anything they want 'cause they don't know about us

They don't know what we do best, that's between me and you, our little secret

But I wanna tell 'em

I wanna tell the world that you're mine

* * *

Remus nodded. Sirius grinned and climbed on the dining table, clearing his throat to get the attention of the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall stood to interrupt but Sirius quite literally ‘tsked’ her and she actually sat back down.

“Thank you for your attention. I have an announcement to make.” Remus was bright red, hiding his face in shame, but also unable to keep the smile from his face. The entire room looked confused. Sirius took a deep breath. “I...” he pointed to a group of first year Hufflepuffs. “Drum roll please....” Remus shook his head. “I am...super gay for Remus,” he shouted.

The room was silent, save for a single ‘whoo!’ coming from Marlene a few seats over. Sirius jumped down and bowed. James and Pete were shaking with laughter and Remus was embodying a tomato.

“Thank you and goodnight,” Sirius said, grinning. Remus decided not to tell him it was the middle of the day.

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geeky-writes · 4 years ago

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The Phoenix Project Chapter 13 Preview

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“Hey, guys,” Sam said, a rather disgruntled look on his face. “Which of you taught that kid of yours how to play chess, hmm?”

“I did,” Tony said proudly. “Why, he beat ya?”

“No, he didn't beat me,” said Sam. “He only kicked both my ass and Bucky’s in about an hour flat. It was like he could see the whole damn game just from the first move.”

“Ah, you're just mad because I lasted longer than you did,” said Bucky.

“Oh, you think so, huh? You only lasted a whole three moves longer.”

“Well, we don't need to get into specifics now, do we?”

“No, of course not,” Sam said with a playful scowl. “But see, if it happened to be the other way round, then you’d be all mopey and pouty with your hangdog look, and—”

“Sam!” Steve said suddenly. He pointed to his teammate’s left hand, and the ring sitting on his third finger. “Um… do you guys have some news for us?”

Bucky immediately rolled his eyes. “You really don't miss a thing, do ya? We were gonna tell everyone once we all sat down.”

Steve tightened his grip on Tony’s hand, his heart lighter than it had been in days. This was the perfect example of the kind of optimism he needed to see at the moment.

“What can I say?” he said as he reached for Sam, pulling him into a quick hug. “Congratulations, Sam. You couldn’t’ve picked a better guy.”

“Don't I know it,” said Sam. “Even if he gets pouty when he loses at chess.”

Steve reached for Bucky next, hugging him carefully. “I’m so happy for you, Buck.”

“Yeah, Stevie,” replied Bucky. “Me too.”

“Congratulations, guys,” Tony said. “I bet Pete was thrilled too.”

“Oh, he was,” said Bucky. “And more than a bit smug, if I do say so.” He shook his head at Steve’s quizzical look. “It’s just an inside joke, no big deal.”

“Um, is there a reason why all you guys are just standing in the parking lot?” Carol suddenly asked from behind Steve’s shoulder, with Colonel Rhodes standing next to her. “‘Cause I thought we were supposed to be meeting inside?”

“Yes, yes, we are,” Steve said quickly. He gestured towards Carol. “Ladies first, Captain.”

“Such a gentleman,” Carol said with a smirk as she stepped forward, grinning at Colonel Rhodes as he held the door open for her. “Good thing I’m surrounded by ‘em.”

They all entered the restaurant to find John Sheppard and Cam Mitchell already seated in the back, where the wait staff had pushed two long tables together.

“It’s about time you all showed up!” John said, raising his large mug of beer as Steve pulled out Tony’s chair. “Cam and I were already arguing over who was gonna pay for the next round!”

“Yeah, but only ‘cause you still owe me for the last one, Sheppard,” said Cam. He rolled his eyes, quickly downing the rest of his beer. “But now that Rogers is here, I’m thinking that he can cover the next round.”

“No, no, I’ll get it,” said Colonel Rhodes as he sat down next to Carol. “Long as you guys promise to quit whining about it.”

“Nah, I don't think they know how to quit whining,” said Sam. “It’s like ingrained in them now.”

Steve leaned back in his chair, draping his arm across Tony’s shoulders as his teammates continued to banter. This was what being in the Air Corps was supposed to be like. This was the type of camaraderie that he craved. An entire team of people all willing to do something very difficult and dangerous, just because it was the right thing to do.

And they were all looking to him to lead it.

“Um, I hate to rush you, Cap,” Sam said once they’d all ordered. “But we probably should start talking before these guys have too many beers.”

“Yeah,” said Carol. “The last thing we need is for Mitchell here to start crying again.”

“Hey, now!” protested Cam. “That was only one time! Only one time, and yet—!”

“All right, all right,” Steve said. They could go round and round for hours detailing all of Mitchell’s and Sheppard’s goofy exploits after they’d had a couple of beers, and while Steve was sure Tony would be amused, and likely contribute a few stories of his own, from what he’d told Steve, that wasn’t exactly why they were there.

“So,” he continued once everyone was quiet. He reached into his pocket, activating the scrambler that Tony gave him. “Sam, why don't we start with what you and Bucky were able to find with Peter this afternoon.”

Sam gave a nod, leaning forward. “You know, I just gotta say, that kid is absolutely brilliant. He hadn't even had Bucky’s datapad for three minutes and he’d already broken through the Air Corps firewall.”

Tony grinned, with Steve’s grin matching his. “That’s our boy,” said Tony. “He’s been making me proud since day one.”

“Yeah,” said Sam. “I can see why.” He looked straight at Steve, shaking his head. “It was all in there, Steve. Operation Darkstalker is real.”

Steve’s belly swooped, and he reached for Tony's hand, intertwining their fingers. “All right, Sam. Tell us.”

The full chapter will post on Monday, June 22nd 😊

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bibliothesoph · 5 years ago

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Neverland, At the Foothills by Crocodile Creek (part 12)

Ebb and her goats have always been one of Simon's favorite features of the island. He stumbled across them long ago when he was new to everything and just learning how to fly. The land gave him that, the gift of flight, or so Ebb told him. She told him lots of things about the land. The land was the thing that she understood above all else. There was some connection there, apparently––Ebb and the land. Penny might've had fairy magic, but Ebb's magic was something different. Some unspoken bond between her and the earth that she made sure to pay back in full by taking care of the goats.

Simon was pretty sure that this––visiting Ebb and the goats––wasn't a part of the stories that Baz had heard or told. The "noteworthy" things were the battles, not his friendship with the woman. So he was excited to show Baz this part of his life. A part that no one (apart from Penny, but he wasn't letting him think about her now) knew.

"Just so you know," Simon says as they approach the area beyond Crocodile Creek at the foothills of the mountains. He's got Baz on his back, arms around Simon's shoulders and neck, since Baz's fairy dust ran out and Simon doesn't have another fairy to replace it. "Ebb is kind of...special."

"Special how?" Baz asks, his mouth against Simon's ear. "Is she a witch?"

"Sorta. She's got natural magic. Land magic. But she's also got the ability to feel people's emotion when she touches 'em. I think that's just how Ebb is, though, not because of the nature magic."

Simon drops them by Ebb's house. It's a warm day so she's herding the goats around the pasture outside of her small cottage, letting them feed on the overgrown grass and bask in the warm sunlight. Simon's face lights up when he sees her. He takes Baz's hand and drags him over to Ebb.

She's a broad-shouldered woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. She cries a lot, so much so that she looks like she's on the brink of tears. She's middle-aged but she looks older and worn, like she's seen and been through a lot in her younger years.

"'Ello, Simon," she says.

He gestures to Baz by his side. "Hiya, Ebb. This is my new friend, Baz. Baz, this is Ebb."

Baz extends his hand, clearly forgetting that Ebb will be able to feel his emotions with a touch. She loves getting to do this, though, so she surges forward and grabs his hand to shake it. She stares at him for a moment as she absorbs his feelings. She takes a shuddered breath and pulls her hand away.

"My goodness, Baz," she says, "you're feeling a lot right now, aren't ya?"

Baz looks embarrassed so Simon finds his hand again and gives it a squeeze. He loves the feeling of Baz's hand in his own. Baz instantly relaxes at the touch, the tension drifting out of his shoulders.

"Lots of wonder," she goes on, "but also something else, yes? And certainly a good load of it."

She glances at Simon and Baz's cheeks turn red. Simon wonders what she's on about, but it seems like she's decided not to say anything more. Maybe he can get it out of her later.

"So, what do I owe the pleasure, Simon?"

Simon shrugs. "Just wanted to come and say hi. And introduce you to Baz. I'm showing him around, yeah?"

She nods. "How lovely. And how did you two meet?"

Ebb is the only person that never asks Simon about his adventures. Never. Maybe they scare her. Maybe the thought of Simon going up against pirates makes her nervous for his wellbeing. He doesn't mind it, though. He likes talking to her about random things he sees on his adventures––a strange flower, a beautiful creature. The only time she ever asked him about an adventure was when he ended up in that nasty werewolf den. Ebb hates the werewolves.

"They come in the night and try and take my goats," she told him once. It was kind of why he went after the werewolves in the first place. As a way to repay Ebb for all she's done for him over the countless years.

Though, he supposes that the years aren't countless anymore. In fact, he could go home and count them, if he wanted to. (He doesn't.)

"I heard him telling a story one night a while back," Simon explains. "And I was, like, so enchanted by his voice, you know? It was like magic or something, I swear."

"And just yesterday he managed to climb into my window to look for his shadow. He'd lost it, apparently."

Ebb grins. "He always loses it! To be fair, it is a nasty little bugger. Never listens. Always running off." She peers at the ground. "Say, Simon, where's it gone off to now?"

Simon follows her gaze and groans when he sees Baz's shadow and Ebb's shadow but not his own. "Shit. Must've freed himself while I was sleeping."

"Freed itself? Good heavens, Simon, what did you do to the poor thing?"

"I sewed it on for him," Baz says.

Ebb rolls her eyes and readjusts her hands on her staff. "No wonder it keeps running off then, what, with you tying it up and everything. I'd sneak off, too!"

"Is that just something that happens here? Shadows sneak off?"

Ebb laughs. Simon always likes it when she laughs. It's a nice change from the crying. "No, just Simon. Most things 'round here only happen to Simon."

Simon's cheeks flush. "'S not true," he mutters, kicking at a small rock on the ground.

"Big emotions, that boy," Ebb goes on. "Always letting his heart tell him where to go. I've told him, if he just thought about things for a moment, he wouldn't have so many scars from those silly little games with the pirates."

Baz raises an eyebrow at him. "Scars?"

Simon wants to fly off. Maybe dive into the creek and let the crocodiles make a snack out of him.

"Yeah, loads of 'em. Isn't that right, Simon? He always comes to me when he needs fix'n. Or Penny, if she doesn't get too mad at him being all reckless. Such a heart––"

He starts to pull Baz away. "Well, we'd best be off," Simon says, fake smiling at her. "Plenty more to see, right?"

Ebb stares for a moment before setting her shoulders back and standing up a bit straighter. Simon knows that means that she's realized her mistake and remembered the whole social boundaries thing, but he hopes that she doesn't feel too bad about it. Normally he's really comfortable around her. He likes to tell her about everything going on in his life because she likes to listen and give him advice, but he refuses to let Baz in on so many of his terrible habits and little faults. Those can stay between him and Ebb and the goats.

Baz, bless his soul, just waves at Ebb and lets Simon drag him off. Simon takes him to the creek and they sit at the bank of it, watching the crocodiles swim lazily by.

Baz nudges Simon with his shoulder. "Are you okay? I'm sure she didn't mean to upset you."

Simon tugs at his curls. "Yeah, yeah, I know. She just...she likes to embarrass me, sometimes. Usually it's fine because she's embarrassing me to myself, but I didn't want her to embarrass me to you."

Baz leans his head against Simon's shoulder. Simon grins, realizing that he now has the height advantage. He kisses the top of Baz's head in triumph.

"Thank you for taking me to meet her," Baz says. "She really was quite lovely. And I can tell that she cares for you deeply."

Simon rests his own head atop Baz's, intertwining their fingers and putting their joined hands on his bent knee.

"She's like your mother, isn't she?"

Simon frowns. "I didn't––"

"No, no, I know. I mean...she's like your Neverland mother. The one you talk to when you're upset. She's the one that looks after you."

"Penny looks after me, too."

"You know what I mean."

Simon shrugs. "I guess."

Baz lifts his head and looks Simon in the eye. "Well then, I guess I must mean an awful lot to you if you've let me meet your mother."

Simon grins back at him.

He's still smiling when Baz pushes his lips against Simon's. Baz's hands find their way into Simon's hair (Simon wants to ask about his obsession with the curls when they're not busy kissing) and Simon starts rubbing Baz's stomach. As the kiss deepens, Simon hums into Baz's mouth, thinking about how excited he is to have this, the two of them, forever.

#simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #penny bunce #carry on #neverland #peter pan #rainbow rowell #fan fic #au

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thedevilinherself · 6 years ago

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Accused Ch.4 Old Friends

Ch.1 / Ch.2 / Ch.3 / Ch.4

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Sat on the bed, you crossed your arms, brows furrowed as your husband slipped his boots on. Before you lay two weeks worth of laundry in need of folding and sorting.

“I’m going to the bar. Figured Han deserved a little celebration.”

“So you’re just going to leave me with the chores?”

“He just got back yesterday.” He gives you a kiss on the forehead. “Can’t disappoint him.”

“Oh, I see. You get to go out and have all the fun while I stay and clean.” Your pouting was playful, and Jesse knew it. Nipping at your lower when you stuck it out.

“Now yar getting it.” His lips split into a grin as you covered your mouth, flustered for words. “I love you girl. I’ll be back by 9, sweetheart. Then I’ll make it up to you.” A kiss to your temple and he took his leave, a smile plastered on your face.

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Hanzo was sat at the bar when the cowboy arrives, sipping on a beer as he leaned over the counter. At the end of the bar where no seats were to his back, the archer seemed on guard.

“Oh, come on.” Hanzo wasn’t surprised when the hand clapped down on his shoulder, head tilting so his eyes could look up at the other. “You can drink something stronger than that. We’re celebrating your freedom here!” Taking the seat next to his friend, Jesse waved the bartender over to order a whiskey and two shots.

“I would feel more comfortable having my wits about me.”

“Suit yours.” Jesse wasted no time downing the first shot.

“I see time has done nothing to curb your roudy spirit.” Hanzo observes, though there was an underlying warmth to his voice.

“And you’re just as much a prude as you’ve always been.” Jesse takes a sip of his whiskey before flashing his friend a grin. “And despite it, I’ve missed ya.”

“It is good to be back.” Hanzo admits, the ghost of a smile shaping his lips.

“To your return.” Jesse raises his glass, offering the other a smile that denoted the history between them.

“To freedom.” Hanzo responds, sipping his beer as Jesse chuckles.

“I can drink to that.” Jesse downs his drink, waving the bartender over for another. “Have you seen Genji yet?”

“Yes. I met with him last night.” Jesse watches him from the corner of his eye, as his friend nursed his beer.

“I’m sure he was happy to see you.” Hanzo nodded, biting back a powerful smile as he did. A comfortable silence settled amongst them, the archer finishing off his beer as the cowboy sipped at his whiskey.

“So.” Jesse starts, watching the news that flashed across the tv over the bar. “Ya fuck her yet?” Hanzo froze, eyes slightly wide as time stills. At seeing the guilt on his friends face, Jesse is sickened, eyes returning to his drink.

“I do not underst-”

“Save it.” Jesse tipped the second shot back, swallowing it in one gulp as he suddenly seemed very distant to his friend. “I found your letters.” The cowboys lips were pressed, memories flashing through his mind that made his fist clench around his glass. “Came home early from a mission. Guess she had fallen asleep reading em. The whole damn bed was covered in em. Didn’t have to read many to put two and two together.”

There’s was a long silence as Hanzo fumbled for what to say, feeling immeasurable guilt weighing down his heart at his betrayal. Jesse just sat there staring off into space as he took another swig.

“How long have you known?”

“Bout four years. I don’t know. I thought, maybe with you gone, I could win her back. Maybe I could make her forget about you and we could just pretend all this never happened.” the way the corners of his lips pinched and his brows knitted spoke to his pain. “But then you came back. And I could tell by just the look on her face-” Downing his drink to cut himself off, Jesse seemed to struggle with his words.

“I- never wanted it to end up like this.” Hanzo admitted, voice soft.

“Yet here we are.”

“From the depths of my soul, i am so sorry.”

“Then leave.” Hanzo was startled by the others harsh tone.

“What?”

“If you’re really that sorry, then leave here and never come back. Let us pick up the pieces of our marriage and live out the rest of our lives in peace. You at least owe me that.”

“Jesse.” Hanzo formulated his words carefully, expression appropriate for the seriousness of the situation. “I can’t do that. I know I have wronged you. That what we did was a betrayal. But I love her with everything in me. She’s more than I ever thought I deserved. And the thought of being reunited with her is the only thing that got me through the last ten years. She’s all I’m living for, Jesse.” the archer waited for a response from his friend. A glance, a grimace, something. But when none was offered, he filled the silence. “I know you must hate me. You have the right.” Finally, Jesse sighs.

“I don’t hate you.” He spared Hanzo a glance, but soon returned his eyes to the tv, unable to face the sincerity of his best friends confession. “Truth be told I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same thing if the roles were reversed. I’ve had a lot of time to be angry about it, and a lot of time to think about it. I don’t want to lose her, Han. Not to you. Not to anybody. But it’s not really my choice to make. Is it?”

“So what now?”

“I guess all we can do is be open with her about how we feel, and she’ll decide.” With nothing left to say, the cowboy stook to take his leave.

“Jesse-” Hanzo reached out for Jesse’s arm, but was met with a right hook so hard he was knocked out of his chair and sent crashing to the floor, nose bleeding and jaw dislocated.

“Just needed to get that out of my system.” Jesse glowered, studying the state of the other briefly before leaving.

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Jesse stumbled in the door, head a bit fuzzy as the liquor took its toll on him. He did his best to be quiet, but as he knocked into the table, cursing under his breath, you became all too aware of his presence.

“Hun? You’re home early? Did everything go ok?” Your eyes glowed as they studied him, the look of concern that shaped your features causing a hiccup in the beating of his heart. Your beauty in the dim light overpowered him, a deep ache setting in his soul.

Grabbing your face, he kissed you deeply, sloppily, startling you with his passion and aggression. His hands paw at you roughly, his intent obvious as he continues to maul your lips. With your arms wrapped around his ribs, you clutched at the back of his shirt, a small mewl escaping you as your body grew hot at his touch. Moving you to the bed, he refused to give any room as he pinned you beneath him, his name repeatedly on your tongue. Your thoughts were foggy and your body unfire as he claimed you.

With your head thrown back, it was his name you cried in your ecstasy, his touch that made you sing. And he was captivated by the sight, entranced and deeply, unmovably in love with the mess you were in his arms. He loved you that night as he hadn’t in several years, passionate and hungry and endlessly. Finally, after two hours and several dips into heaven, the two of you lay intertwined, breaths shallow as you lingered in each others’ warmth.

“It’s been a long time.” you murmured in utter bliss.

“I guess it has.”

“I’ve missed it.” you admit, kissing at his jaw. “I’ve missed you, Jesse.” His chest hair was thick between your fingers as you played. “You’ve been so distant these last few years.But everything's going to be alright now. I can feel it. You’re smiling again, Hanzo’s back, we can fina-”

“Don’t.” Suddenly growing cold, he removes your hand, sliding away from you to sit on the edge of the bed as he pulls his boxers on.

“Jesse?” A worry grew in you at his sudden distance, something in you raising alarms.

“I love you, darlin. Your my whole world, and I'd be less than half a man if I lost ya.” He admitted, only deepening your fears as he refused to look at you. “But you’re going to need to make a choice. Him or me.”

“Jesse-” but he slipped out of your grasp, leaving the room as the full weight of reality came crashing down on you.

Jesse slept on the couch that night, abandoning you to spend the whole night crying in your guilt, feeling your world crumble around you.

#Overwatch #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree x reader #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #jesse mccree #mccree x reader #cheating #affair

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james-bucky-barnackle · 6 years ago

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Two Night Stand (Part 8)

Synopsis: (AU) You found yourself at a club drinking away to forget about the stress of your shitty job as the assistant of the biggest Editor in New York, you end up hooking up with the man of your dreams only to wake up to a nightmare when you find out he’s the son of your boss.

PART 7 | 2NS Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 5,015 ( I owe you guys a long one)

A/N: My wifi provider just mailed the bill and I didn’t even have wifi since july 4!

My hands move fast trying to catch my phone. I do not need the attention right now. Even when I’m sure George doesn’t know me, I make an effort to avoid him, crossing to the other side of the street. I look back, George and his mistress still hadn’t made any effort to move their feet. Suddenly, I’m thrown into this whole new secret all intertwined with one family. I’m keeping a secret with each of them and I’ve no idea how to even start to sync everything in. I’m having a secret relationship with my boss’ son, while I’m keeping a secret with my boss from her son about this perfect family she’s desperately trying to keep up, and now – George, and his mistress. I don’t think get paid enough for this.

I need to text Bucky quick. What do I even say to him? I can’t tell him about his dad, it’ll break him… it’ll break Winnie. Oh George, what in the world are you doing? I stare at my phone for what seemed like ages, unsure of what to type back. Maybe I could simply convince Bucky to meet me at the apartment, that’s what I’ll do. I begin tapping on my screen when I accidentally hit call. Great.

“Y/N,” he picks up almost immediately.

“I thought we were going to meet at my apartment?”

“I got out early, thought I’d pick up my best gal.” Shit.

“Where are you?” I try not to sound too panicked.

“I’m just dropping off Steve at the Heathman. Are you at the office?“ Did he just say, Heathman? I look up at the hotel’s façade and sure enough, it’s there smacking me in the face. I hiss and close my eyes.

“I uhm – I’m not.” I shake my head, what am I doing? “Funny you should s-say that, but I’m actually outside the Heathman. I was walking home when you texted me and –” Shit. I cross back when the pedestrian light turns green. This is honestly not cool.

“Really?! I’m two minutes away. You can wait for me in the lobby, it’s cold out.” No way am I going to allow Bucky to walk out that car and see this mess. Why isn’t George getting in? Is he waiting for the paparazzi?

“N-No, it’s – it’s fine. I’ll wait for you outside.”

“Are you sure?”

“Totally.”

“Okay, well I’m already near the driveway.” I take another peek at his father who’s now started walking to the hotel. Finally.

I see Bucky’s car behind two vehicles after the one his dad has come out of. And I anxiously look back, why does it feel like George and his mistress are the slowest walking people in the world? When his dad’s car drives off and the other two drop off their cargo, George and his little red riding hood are out of sight. I immediately feel bad about myself, do I tell him? Or do I let life find a way to reveal his father’s shame to him? I hate being the bearer of bad news. I think I’ll have to settle with the latter. Just maybe not tonight, not on Winnie’s anniversary. Life will have to find another time for this.

I wave at Bucky as soon as his Bentley centers the drop off, Steve getting out of the passenger’s seat.

“We meet again, Miss Y/N,” he nods at me.

“Hi,” I say smiling back. Steve ushers me inside the car and I thank him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, thanks for the lift.” He says as he bends down the car window.

“Go get ‘em.” Go get who?

“Take care you two!” he taps on the roof of the car as Bucky drives off.

“Who’s Steve meeting with?” I ask once we’re far from the hotel.

“Peggy and her dad. He wants to know who’s this American boy she’s spending all her time with,” he smirks.

“Oh, wow. That’s cute.” As soon as I say that, a sudden silence fills the vehicle.

Okay, I’ve done this before – act normal. I do it every day when I go to work. I pretend that I’m not dating my boss’ son. And I’ve not been caught yet, so I think I’m doing fine. The air inside Bucky’s car feels hot, almost nonexistent. I wonder why I feel sadder than him, considering it’s not my dad who’s cheating… oh wait right, I’m the only one who knows that.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I hear him say.

“It’s nothing. Just work,” your dad’s cheating on your mom.

“How did the meeting go?”

“It was really – productive,” my eyebrows furrow, “Earlier when I called you, how did you know we had a meeting?”

“Oh that? My mom told me, said it was very sudden. Kinda sucks since it’s their wedding anniversary.” I feel my hand loosen under his hold. Winnie told Bucky that she had a meeting? She? Had a meeting? I want to punch George in the face. I sat and ate dinner with his wife for an hour, for a reservation under his name because he had a meeting. He was supposed to be on a meeting, not my boss. I feel so bad for her, a feeling that I never thought I would ever feel. Why does she have to lie who’s on a meeting? I bite my lip. Does she already know?

“What?” Like an idiot, I pretend to be oblivious to anything once again, “she didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, well her work always came first.” That’s not true, Bucky. Holy crap I hate his dad.

“I’m sure she feels bad about it.” I’ve said this to his mom, and now I’m saying it to her son.

“No meetings when we’re married, okay?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I laugh, “who says I’m marrying you?”

“Who says you’re not?” he playfully looks shocked.

“Are you sure about that?”

“You want a bet?”

I shake my head, laughing. I look at him and when his eyes meet mine, the world around us disappears. It’s like a reset button gets pushed and all is well and forgotten, and so I happily do, with the thought of it haunting me as soon as the next morning comes.

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As much as I’d love to spend more time with him, I’ve already yawned thrice the whole last five minutes of the car ride. We’ve circled four times around my block, and this time, I don’t think we’ll be going on a fifth.

“I think I’m gonna head inside, I’m not sure I can keep my eyes open any longer.” I say as Bucky tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I want to give you something,” he says as he grabs something from the glove compartment. A small box, I look at him, wide – eyed. “When I saw this, I immediately thought about you– “ he cocks his head to the side, looking bashful on what he’s about to say next, “and your dress. Since, I don’t think Sandra will let me wear a copper suit, I thought this would be perfect.” He opens it to reveal a beautiful rose gold necklace. It has two layers, and it sparkles just like the stars.

“Oh my gosh, Bucky. This is,” I bite my lip, “this is beautiful, you didn’t have to. This is too much,” I shake my head.

“I wanted to. Don’t worry about it,” he pulls it from the box and with his eyes, tells me to turn around so he can put it on me, and so I do.

“T-this is beautiful, honestly. Thank you.” I run my fingers through the jewelry, looking straight into his ocean blue eyes. How could I ever top this present? I don’t think I can afford this even if my life depended on it.

“I bought something for myself as well, but you’re going to have to wait until the ball.” I smirk at him as he continues, “You’ll know I’m yours when you see it.” His words fill my stomach with butterflies.

“Okay,” I whisper, I didn’t realize I was breathing so hard. For a second, I turned into this very shy girl feeling like I’ve been asked to prom for the first time, with her parents looking out the window, anxious to see who the boy is. “I guess I’ll go now,” I search his eyes, as his dart on my lips, and once again, we are huddled close, our lips locking. His hand runs through my hair, as mine rest on the nape of his neck. I break our kiss when I feel the urge to yawn. Really, Y/N?

“I’m sorry,” I giggle. His thumb smooths my cheek. “I really have to head in.”

“I can tell,” he grins. Oh, how he makes my heart melt. Did I just win the lottery or what? “As much as I’d want to keep kissing you, I’m gonna have to let you go.”

I press my lips together in a tight line and shrug.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Buck.”

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I’ve woken up earlier than Wanda for the first time in ages, not because I wanted to, or because my body clock felt like it, but because my phone was screaming nonstop.

“Yes, Winnie?” I peer at my clock, 4:50AM.

“I need you to pick up the polaroid pictures from Clint. Can you deliver it at my house in an hour?” Wow, a question, like I have a say in this.

“Sure, of course. On my way.” I quickly get off bed and run to the bathroom. I put on a white long sleeved see-through blouse, a lace bralette underneath and a gray checkered skirt. I put a little bit of makeup and leave, not bothering to eat breakfast. I’ll need to grab some coffee on the way.

I can’t believe I’m walking on the street at 5:10 in the morning without having still told my roommate the tragic events at work, I’m going to explode. I get on the subway and pray it flies. I rethink my decision to wear work clothes, but aren’t I at work? When I get on the destination I enter and see Clint busy making final adjustments with the models. I look around, it was at an old building, huge windows, the sun beautifully rising behind them, and the models wearing clothes that would suit anything morning to night. Night gowns sparkling under coats and makeup artists and wardrobe running in circles.

“Oh, I get it. 24/7 socialites.” I say as I walk towards Clint, his arms crossed.

“Anything can happen at any time.” He replies, fixing the cufflinks of one of the models. “Okay, go.”

“Oh, you bet.”

“Good morning to you too, Y/N. Here are the photos,” he gives it with his left hand not even bothering to look at me. “Tell Winnie one of the models were switched.”

“That’ll spice up her morning.”

“Excuse me, Miss attitude.” He smirks at me.

“Sorry, it’s my life outside work – not going so great.”

“That’s what happens when you know your priorities,” I blink at him, clearly my priorities are scattered.

“It’s just – last night this whole thing got me stressed out and I –“

“Darling, do I look like your therapist?”

“Okay,” I roll my eyes, “I’m going. Bye.” I blow air into my cheeks and immediately leave the scene.

“Ciao.”

Do I tell Winnie? I might need to practice. Winnie, I think I saw your husband with another woman last night. But I didn’t because you would only think I’m lying, and you’d fire me. Sigh, what have I gotten myself into? Maybe, I’ll just find the right time to tell her. Should I even tell her? I don’t think it’s my place. This is frustrating. I hail a cab and am on my way to her townhouse. It’s 5:30AM, what great joy to be out and about. I feel my stomach grumbling, I really have to eat after I drop these pictures off.

After fifteen minutes, I’m standing outside her front door, scrambling through my bag for her house keys. Are you kidding me?! It’s got to be here somewhere. I’m huffing, where are those damn keys? I guess I’m going to have to hit the doorbell. Winnie’s gonna kill me! Before my finger lands on the button I hear someone cough behind me.

“Good morning?” It’s him.

“Mr. Barnes, I’m your wife’s assistant. I can’t seem to find my keys, I came here to deliver something.” I look at him, searching his eyes for any guilt of last night.

“Oh, let me.” He moves towards the door and I back away giving him room. He opens the door for me and I get inside. “She didn’t tell me about having a model for an assistant,” what the fuck? This pig. All I can do is smile, awkwardly as I nod and thank him for letting me in without having to bother Winnie.

I walk in straight past the foyer and into the living area where Winnie’s sitting on her chaise lounge, in her expensive robe.

“Honey, I saw your assistant outside. I’ll be upstairs, had such a stressful time at the conference last night. I’ll go catch up on sleep.” George continues as he walks ahead to kiss her cheek, and I do my best to hide my disdain. The audacity of this man. Winnie sat there, face fixed, not showing any emotions but a fake smile. I look down when she catches me looking on.

“Here are the polaroid pictures you’ve asked. Clint also told me to tell you that one of the models were switched. He didn’t tell why.” I didn’t want to leave any room for her to ask me. She lifts her left hand and I place the photos on it. I continue standing there waiting for anything else she might want me to do. We still had three hours before actual office hours start, but I’m more than willing to do anything for her. Is it because I don’t want her to feel alone?

“Don’t forget about the benefit tonight.”

“Of course.” How can I forget?

“You can go,” I look surprised at her remark, but I nod in reply and start walking out the door.

Finally, I can go and get breakfast already. I take a deep breath once I’m out the door. I hail another cab; Wanda’s preschool isn’t too far off. She’s probably there already. I tell the driver the directions and in ten minutes I’m climbing the short stairs to the school’s entrance. I had the driver stop by a café on the way and I ordered two lattes and a bagel for me and my best friend who I feel like I haven’t seen in months. Once there, I greet the guard who already knows who I am, he smiles at me and I walk through the halls peering at the small windows of each door.

Something about being in a school makes me giddy inside. I remember my first day in middle school. I was an absolute mess, the new girl in town. I was looking for my locker when this huge kid pushed me against the metal, the first of what I thought would be my days getting bullied. A brunette rushed in, her eyes fierce shouted at my bully and boasted about her father being the principal. Best believe the kid ran away and never went near me again. That moment I knew she was gonna be my best friend, here we are ten years later, living in the same apartment and her – following her dad’s teaching career. I wave at her from outside when she looks and smiles at me. I raise the coffee cups in the air and she turns to her students and signals me to go inside. I point to myself, questioningly and she nods. I raise my eyebrows and enter the room. A small crowd of cute children smile at me and I smile at them back, giving a small wave.

“Class, I’d like you to meet my closest friend, Y/N. Remember the tall building we passed by during our field trip? She works there.” I look at Wanda, my eyebrows furrowed, lips twitching to a smile. I hear the children’s oohs and ahs. Wanda elbows me.

“Oh yes! I do,” I say. One of the kids raise their hand and Wanda calls him.

“Do you write those story books?” his small voice echoing through my ears.

“No, sweetheart. But they work in the same building! Just in a different group of people. I work for the fashion magazine, the View. You know that?” He shakes his head and one of the girls raises her hand.

“My mom always reads that book, I’m not allowed to read it though,” I stare at Wanda.

“I’m sure you’ll get to read one when you’re older.” I reply.

“Okay, class. I want you to continue working on your group project and I’ll come back in a minute.” Wanda tells her class and we both walk out the room into the empty hall.

I hand her the coffee once we’re outside. “Did you go home last night?” is the first thing she says to me.

“Yeah, just picked up something for the madam,” I scoff.

“Of course,” she rolls her eyes. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” raising the coffee cup, before she takes a sip.

“Its… the madam,” I say.

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I spend my ten minutes telling Wanda everything and I thank her for not being so clumsy when she almost choked on her drink. She’s wearing my Dior blouse.

“You’re kidding me.”

“I really wish I was.” I frown.

“And I wish I didn’t bring you to the club that night.”

“I’m sort of thinking about it now, but it wouldn’t have changed a thing. It’s not like George’s mistress will magically disappear.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“That’s why I came to you. I can’t keep this to myself, it’ll drive me insane.”

“Maybe you could you pretend like it didn’t happen. Winifred will know, eventually. As for your beau… well – he’ll find that out on his own. It’s not your job to be a part of that. I’m pretty sure you’re not the only one who knows.” I sigh, she’s right. I can’t be the only one.

“You’re right.”

“So, where you headed? I need to go back to my class,” she looks at the clock, “and you have two more hours before work.”

“I’ll waste that time in the office.” I wrinkle my nose, “See you at home.”

“Yeah, oh! Don’t forget about tonight! I’m picking Pietro at the airport after class.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I smile and walk away.

I make my way to the office, taking this time to walk having had eaten breakfast already. I stride the streets while putting on my earphones, clicking on a song I can jive my steps to. I feel a little lighter having talked to Wanda. I guess I’ll just have to let the issue run its course.

When I get to the office I run to my desk and sit back in my chair spinning slowly and staring at the ceiling. I hear the Xerox bleep and I stand up, I see Peter early, already photocopying stuff.

“Hey!” I raise my hand. He looks around, stares at my hand and points to himself. “Yes, you!”

He jogs to my table and I look at him up and down. “Why are you so punctual?”

“Just thought I’d start early before anyone else asks me to do other things.” I nod, impressed.

“Well I’m asking you your first other thing. I need you to grab me coffee, the orders’ already posted. All you need to do is pick ‘em up.” I tell him the address. “Go order one for yourself, while you’re at it.” I hand him a couple of bills, he looks at me, eyes beaming. “Off you go!”

“Right! Yes, thanks!”

Time to open my emails, I’ll busy myself with this task until everyone gets to work. I scroll through each of them, organizing Winnie’s emails and answering each one. Calvin Klein, check and no more denim pants this month. Bye bye florals for spring. Prada’s collection for next month? Of course, yes. I scroll and I scroll until I’ve organized all of them. I check the clock and I’ve got half an hour more before she comes in. The office has filled up. Peter’s gotten her coffee and it’s patiently waiting at her desk. I smirk when I see him get a Frappuccino. I read my emails, and nothing too interesting pops up. What was I expecting? I pull a mirror from my desk and fix my makeup. I wonder how Bucky’s day is going.

Before I could even text to ask him, Vision texts me, telling me Winnie’s already in the building. The people have changed flats to heels, turned off unnecessary browser tabs, redid their looks and cleared the path. When she passes by, I greet her and look back at the computer screen, anticipating any emails and calls that might come.

“Y/L/N,” She calls me from her ice box.

“Yes,” I nod when I get in.

“Call Sandra Wang’s office. Tell her I want to move Thursday’s preview to today, at 10:30. Be ready to leave in half an hour, Vision will drive. Oh, and call my son, James. Tell him to come, I’m sure you have his number.”

“What?”

“His assistant’s number is on the priority phone list.”

“Right, yes.” Phew, I thought she meant something else.

I run back to my desk and text Vision. I phone Bucky’s assistant and tell him about today’s itinerary, feeling awfully ridiculous not telling him himself. I call Sandra right after, and her assistant sounds awfully terrified at the sudden move. Standing from my desk, I call the intern in and grab my things, telling him to wait with Vision at the driveway. When all is ready, I run to the door and open it for Winnie, helping her put on her coat.

“Natasha will be replacing Clint for today; the intern is riding with us and I’ve called James’ assistant, they’re on their way.”

“Brilliant.”

I’m glad Vision’s already told Peter to sit in front, poor boy is sweating buckets. I think it’s the first time he’s been this close to Winnie, much more be in a car with her. I sit behind him and tap his shoulder, smiling when he looked back, giving me a thumb up. The ride is silent, as usual. I begin to think how this is the first time I’ll be in a room with Bucky and his mom since that day. I’m sure it’ll be alright, right? Right. Right.

We’re now in front of Sandra’s glass building, a five-storey store, which one of her biggest branches and to be honest, is the best one. We walk in past the staff, an entourage, and I like being a part of it. I like how Winnie makes the people behind her look as intimidating and flawless as her, even when we’re clearly not. She just has that effect. We enter the room at the top floor, a lounge with racks of couture are lined up and I am in awe. The view is amazing, the cityscape standing proudly in the background. This might just be as good as the wardrobe in the View, but still not quite. I gaze at the center where a round carpeted platform is, a loveseat placed in front of it and three stools behind it. Natasha is already there and she greets Winnie as she sits on the loveseat while the three of us settle ourselves on the stools.

“What’s a preview?” Peter whispers.

“It’s a fitting, specifically one for the fashion ball. We’re here so Winnie could choose what Sandra Wang’s muses will wear. Dolores Wang and James Barnes.” I whisper back.

“How long does it take?”

“An hour, a day, a week, a month – until she sees what she likes.”

“How do we know what she likes?”

“We only know what she hates, then we eliminate those until we’re left with what remains. In this case, we only need two. One for Dolores and one for James.” Natasha breathes, the staff around us anxiously preparing for their presentation. “If she doesn’t like it, she shakes her head, if she scratches her earlobe…” I wave my hand in a small circle, “tragic.”

Peter blows air into his cheeks and blinks taking the information in. I elbow him, gesturing he pull out his notepad and he immediately does. “Write everything. Then give me the type written report later, on my desk when we back.”

We wait there, Winnie’s looking at her wrist watch and the staff is under hotter fire. Sandra enters the room and she kisses Winnie’s cheeks. My boss immediately looks at me and I nod, yes, I have a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a pack of wipes in my bag. Our silent conversation is beautiful. The staff continue with their set up, and seconds later the door opens and Bucky comes in, in all his glory, wearing a crisp button up shirt under a navy suit. Natasha doesn’t tease but I feel her eye roll, even with her back facing me.

“Mother,” Bucky hugs Winnie, giving me a look as his head rests on her shoulder. I look away, slyly.

“You know Sandra,” she replies, as Sandra poses her cheek for him to kiss.

“Of course,” he nods and greets her before sitting beside his mom.

“Now that we’re complete, let’s get on with the preview.” Sandra says.

“Where’s your niece?” Winnie replies.

“She’s running a little late, and you’re in a hurry, right Winnie?”

“Feisty,” Nat whispers in my ear, making me grin.

“Choose your fighter.” I say. Winnie stays silent, and Nat and I know why. If she opens her mouth one more time, Sandra will lose her wig.

The preview begins and Sandra calls her pair number one, and two models come out. The female is wearing a sheer top, long sleeved, gold with geometrical patterns covering the all the explicit parts, very daring. The boy on the other hand, is wearing the same shade of gold, the suit looks woven, like pineapple thread, sheer, and I didn’t have to look at Winnie to know that it’s not what she wants. Her fingers are already fiddling with her ear. Bucky’s eyebrows are raised, his face suppressing laughter. Sandra’s cheeks turned red and she loudly whispers for the first pair to exit.

The next pair is wearing a bronze ensemble. The girl is wearing a tube top, very form fitting. The bottom flows outward, a mermaid gown and has sequins on the rim. The boy is wearing a sleek suit, the collar is black and it looked, alright. But Winnie, only ever shook her head. I check on Peter and he’s writing everything down.

“This is the third one,” Sandra remarks.

“Hopefully a decent one,” I hear Winnie mutter under her breath. Bucky’s jaw tightens, he looks amused.

The last one is silver. The girl is wearing an off the shoulder dress, a short front, with the back snaking long behind, and the accent stitched beautifully across the waist, making the illusion of it being smaller. The guy is wearing a silver suit of course, the collar white and with the same patterned stitches on it. The fabric reflects the light perfectly, the silk not too shiny or too matte. The stitches are clean and symmetrical. Everyone’s waiting for Winnie’s reaction, and when she doesn’t move, the three of us sitting in the back look at each other, a sigh of relief. Bucky doesn’t move as well, and I smile to myself seeing they exhibited the same reaction.

“I guess that’s it then,” Natasha speaks, saving us from the deafening silence. “We’ll call for any updates.” Winnie stands up and smiles at Sandra wickedly and for once, she has nothing to say back, embarrassed that four of her designs are met with failure. Peter runs to the door and opens it for her, I stand up and follow. Bucky standing just after I do, I shake my head, biting my lip to hide my amusement. We get on the elevator and being in a foreign building, Winnie doesn’t like to ride it alone, so we all do, all five of us. I feel Bucky’s hand rest on my back and guide me to the back. What is he doing? We both stand on the back with Nat and Peter in front of me, and Winnie closest to the door who’s got her eyes focused on her phone.

Once the doors close, Bucky crouches down, and I look to see he’s tying his shoe laces. When he stands up, I feel his hand along my leg, riding up as his body does. I put my hands back and stop it before it touches my ass. I bite my cheek and I hear him laugh under his breath, pressing his lips together. When we reach the ground floor, Winnie immediately walks out.

“Worked for that fifty shades guy,” he shrugs, whispering when Peter and Nat are out of sight and I roll my eyes following the rest of the group.

We head out the building and Natasha already has her car pulled up by the valet, Vision’s right waiting beside it.

“James, where’s your car?” Winifred asks.

“I walked my way here, the building’s not too far away.” Bucky replies, scratching his head.

“That’s ridiculous. Well I’m not letting you walk back to the office, get in.” he grins and accepts. Winnie lowers her shades and looks at me, “You two will ride with Romanoff.” I press my lips together and pull Peter to the car of my favorite redhead.

“I’ll drive him!” our heads snap to the direction of that voice, this time, from my least favorite redhead.

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phemon · 3 years ago

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Wow, okay this is out of left field. After *checks last fanfic* jesus, 3 YEARS of not posting any works I come out from the shadows with a new fanfic.

Weird thing, it’s not Undertale, it’s Hololive shipping. Yup, that new trend that I still do not understand completely (basically streamer but Live2D face-tracker anime girl?). I got into a ship from the 1st gen (specifically Amelia and Gura, and a bit of Kiara and Calliope)

For the record, I don’t condone the act of shipping ACTUAL PEOPLE together, but the AmeGura art and actual things they’ve done together is too cute to pass up. I hope that whomever enjoys this ship enjoys what I have to offer (and two more sequels are planned in the very near future. In fact I’m most likely going to start writing them after posting this)

For context, it’s my take on the “ending” of a series of works called “From Ame to Same” by FinnGalaxy on Ao3. They will be properly credited there when I do post it on Ao3. In a sense, it’s technically fan-fanfiction lol

Also, the title is a reference to the stellar Friday Night Funkin’ mod Smoke Em Out Struggle, which I was listening to the entire time I was writing this.

Enjoy.

Gura never thought about what happens when you’re about to die; but she realizes now that it doesn’t really matter. She’s seen multitudes of colonies, societies and cliques rise and fall, all while she watches in the background, wondering if it’ll ever happen to her. She’s never known another of her species long, so she has no clue of the lifespan of an Atlantean. All she knows is that it has taken way too long; but it’s finally happening.

She’s finally dying.

She hasn’t heard from any of her friends from the old times in a long time. Ina was the first one to suddenly disappear. She mentioned something about meeting the Elder Ones during her last stream and hasn’t been seen since. Of course, Calliope happened next when she lost her human body. Gura used to commune with Calli whenever she had time off from her reapings; but those occasional communications also ceased for whatever reason. Gura felt no ire, she’s sure Calli had her reasons. She never met her in the human world again, so Gura concluded she wasn’t able to find another body to occupy. Kiara was last seen flying through the air aimlessly with no plan, and Gura expected she needed some time alone. A lot of time, apparently.

And Amelia. Gura kept telling herself that that fateful day when her sunshine left her that final letter was not the last time she’d see her; but she knew she was lying to herself. Gura kept on making excuses like “Oh she’s probably jumping the time streams, searching for the answer to longevity and she’ll be right back when she’s done.” but lying to yourself for over 1000 years straight gets old. She only wished she could’ve kept the letter Amelia left for her, but like everything on this damned rock, nothing lasts forever and has decomposed. She didn’t think much of it anymore, she knows her memory’s not going anywhere.

Gura picked a quiet, serene place to die: an abandoned beach. Nice place to watch both the sunset and the ocean. She remarked that she gets to see her two favorite places that remind her of her two favorite things: The sea, from whence she came; and the sun, representing the place she left her heart, with Amelia.

No-one was around to spend her final days with, as she never kept anyone close to her since her first friends. No need to form any relationships if they’re just going to dissolve once they die, she figured.

“Stupid Ame.” Gura muttered to herself, hugging herself closer to keep warmer. “Are you really not going to meet your wife ONE time before she dies? You really are cruel, you bozo...”

“Hey, you’re still badmouthing me until your last dying breaths? You pain me, sharky.”

“Great, now I’m hallucinating her voice right before I die, what a pai-” Gura stops halfway and whips around to find an all too familiar figure standing in front of her. “A-Ame?”

“Long time no see, Gura.” Amelia remarks nonchalantly as she walks up to Gura. She pushes her back down as Gura stands up to greet her. “Stay down, save your energy right before you die, right?”

“I.. I don’t get it. Why are you back? HOW are you back? Why are you back now?” Gura has so many questions she doesn’t know where to start.

Amelia heaves a grunt and sits beside her. “I suppose I do owe an explanation, huh?” Amelia ponders a moment before starting again. “Well, your memory’s still sharp, right? Do you remember why I left in the first place?”

“Of course I do!” Gura almost shouts, but realizes she doesn’t need to raise her voice when Amelia’s right next to her. “I remember everything in that goodbye letter you wrote. Lots of cheesy lines in that, BT-dubs” Gura jokes which Amelia chuckles back at. “Sorry I couldn’t keep the letter; paper only lasts for so long.”

“Hey, I’m not the only one with the cheesy lines. I got your letter from Calli, she was somehow able to find the right me; despite me time-jumping all over the place.” She pulls out a small piece of paper. “Decomposing doesn’t matter to a time-traveler, so I still got mine. Anyways, I left because I wanted to find a way to be forever with you. And suffice to say, I didn’t find it.”

“Yeah, I gathered that when you left me alone for 1000+ years.” Gura commented dryly.

“Can it, shorty.” Amelia bit back. “Well time-traveling back and forth multiple times without resting took a massive toll on my body, and I was informed by Calli,” Amelia mutters “figures” under her breath “that I had only a few time-travels before it would be it for me. I pondered going back to see you one last time and dying in the timeline I met you guys.”

“On one hand, I’d be happy that you did return. On the other hand, you dying in my arms...” Gura thinks of the possibility and shudders. “So what you’re saying...”

“Yup, this is my last time travel. I went forward in time and found out when the last Atlantean Shark died, and figured it was you. Only hard part was finding out where you decided to die. Thank the stars you didn’t decide to sink to the bottom of the seabed alone.”

“And you figured that I’d want to die somewhere with some memories.” Gura concluded and Amelia nodded. “You recognize this place? We went on many midnight strolls down this beach.”

“Well the landmarks are certainly different from our time as Hololive members, but the geographical position is similar.” Amelia comments, looking at the surroundings.

“Yup, still our special place.” Gura smiles and intertwines her hand with Amelia’s. “So, now that you’ve explained why and how you’re here, I can finally say what I’ve been wanting to say.” Gura places her head on Amelia’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you, Sunshine.”

“The feeling’s mutual, sharky.” Amelia squeezes the shark’s little hand. “You know, I expected you to look radically different in 1000 years. But you’ve barely changed, save for a couple lines around your eyes.”

“I look the same because my heart left with you when you disappeared.” Gura gets up and whispers into Amelia’s ear.

Amelia turns several different shades of red. “Okay, how many years did it take you to come up with that corny ass line?”

“Couple hundred.” Gura jokes, then returns to her position beside Amelia. “I suppose when I arrived at Hololive I was already an adult. And you...” Gura sits up slightly to get a better look at Amelia’s form. “You still look the same as when you left me. What, you didn’t find the secret to immortality but found eternal beauty instead?”

“Well, by my own personal timeline, I say it’s only been a couple years since I left you, so I guess I haven’t changed mu-” Amelia attempts to explain how old she is but is cut off by Gura.

“Ha, trick question! You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.” Gura faces Amelia and gives her a toothy grin.

And tomato red goes Amelia again. “I should NOT have left you that long if all you were going to do is come up with cheesy one-liners.”

“Damn straight!”

“Which begs the question.” Amelia shuffles into a more comfortable position and stares at the slowly descending sun. “Apart from coming up with the one-liners, what HAVE you been doing for over a millennium?”

“Oh, I’ve got a bunch of stories to tell you, Ame.” Gura starts, preparing her vocal chords. “But they’re going to take some time.”

“Wow, you’ve sure been on some adventures, Gura.” Amelia remarks, not shifting from the spot they’ve been sitting for the past couple hours. The sun has been slowly descending past the horizon and is minutes away from plunging the surroundings into twilight.

“Well, we’re not going anywhere, Gura. Let’s hear them.”

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“I’ll always say this, they will never top the time I spent with you guys.” Gura stretches and lets out a big yawn. “Think it’s about time for me, how about you?”

“Thinking about the same, Gura.” Amelia feels the most tired she’s ever been, and that includes the massive amount of time-travelling she’s done. “Let’s hope we’ll meet again once we go through... Whatever the hell happens when you die, huh?”

“Oh please. Now that you’re back by my side, you’re not leaving it, alive or not. Afterlife or whatever it’ll be, I’m making sure we’re never separated.” Gura struggles to keep her eyes open.

“I’ll hold you onto that, sharky.” Amelia gives her wife’s hand one last squeeze. “From now on...”

“Until forever...”

“‘Till death do us part.” They say in unison.

...

“Wait, we’re dying right now. Maybe we shouldn’t’ve said that.”

“Don’t ruin the moment, dork.”

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rbtlvr · 7 years ago

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a start to that johavi fic?

taz anon, i am not deserving of your ideas but i hope it’s ok if write about them! here’s a snippet i just wrote up on that johavi prompt that yes did make me tear up a little darn you taz anon. also this is not finished so it ends abruptly and the formatting is really weird sorry:

Time lost meaning when you were dead, it seemed. Coffee with Julia and Magnus every, what, six months? Or was it six days? Johann would always ask Kravitz the time when he passed through, watching the reaper flick through a few watches (each for a different plane) before he got the time, the date.. the decade. Lup sometimes showed up with new battle scars and crazy stories about Taako’s new business gigs, which always seemed to be changing, never stable. And she’d always return to her lich form, never staying too long. So most of Johann’s time was spent understanding these changes, composing pieces based on the world he watched below, through a blurry yet reflective sea of water. He saw Angus growing up, he saw Magnus growing old. He saw Magnus die some years ago, and as much as it hurt.. he was happy now. And Johann had a small house near Magnus and Julia’s place, so that was a plus. But the one change Johann the Bard never prepared himself to face was an 80 year wait. It was a wait so long that the knock and the news shook his pale, thin frame to the ground. The words from Kravitz’s own mouth as he passed through the plane, skeletal and dark, the news that Avi had passed on. That Avi, his Avi, was coming back to him. The past two minutes were a blur of tears, and of quick movement. Befofe the astral pool even opened, Johann was booking it. His violin was tucked under his left arm, and he could feel his heart pounding even in his right wrist. His legs never did move that fast in life, he never felt this alive when he was. But the water began to ripple, and his eyes sprouted new tears just the same. Halted in his tracks, the bard watched the portal start to glow as it once had for him, and for Magnus too. And there.. there he was. How simple it seemed. Avi, no longer old and brittle but as the man he once knew. Tumbling dark curls, thick eyebrows, his dark skin just as soft and freckled and.. he looked just as perfect. Johanns body moved without hesitation or meaning, but he ran forward and grabbed onto Avi for dear life, something so fragile yet beautiful. He cradled himself in the mechanic’s arms, sobbing out his name, and for once not trying to stop the floodgates. He felt those arms grip him back, felt tears that weren’t his own, heard his own name muttered like a prayer in Avi’s quiet voice. The two stood like that for what seemed like hours, no, months, until Johann finally spoke with his low and shaky voice: “Thank the gods you humans have short lives. I just..” He swallowed, wiping his eyes. “I just couldn’t wait any longer to see you again.” “Me either, me either.” Avi leaned down and caressed Johann’s cheek, his soft hand running circles into the bards back. “You’re so beautiful, Johann. God, babe, I.. I love you so much, I missed you so much, I-“ the mechanic began to list just as quickly as his tears fell. Yet he was was cut off by shaky hands and a firm tug, two pale and nimble hands pulling him down into an equally firm kiss. Johann began to run his hands up through Avi’s hair, while a pair of tanned hands found their way to the bard’s slender shoulders. The sound of a rosewood violin clattering to the floor rang barely audible, as they grabbed one another like a life raft, lips and tongues intertwining in some dance that seemed to never end. Each time one stopped to breath, another few words of love would fill in the gap. By the time they seemed done, by the time Avi was rocking with Johann gently in the embrace, another form came running up to them, much taller than both and with two dogs in tow. “Magnus..!” Avi began to cry again, not daring to let go of Johanns tender hand as he hugged his long lost friend. Magnus seemed to be tearing up too.. it always seemed that way at reunions. “Avi, it’s so good to see you again.” Magnus rested his calloused hands on the shorter man’s shoulders, his tired eyes sincere. “I told my wife all about-“ “You have a wife?” “Yeah.” Magnus smiled proudly. “My wife, Julia. I told her about you when I told her everything. And I’m still finding things to tell her. Avi, you made such an impression on everyone who came to the HQ, and- and Johann?” He turned “I’m so happy for you. Avi.. I can say for sure that since I got here, Johann hasn’t stopped loving you for a minute. He wrote songs and, and poems, and hymns.” Burnsides turned to the bard, smiling. “Johann kept your memory clear as day for me.” “That’s.. god, I..” Avi clasped a hand over his mouth, eyes tearing up as Johann nodded and slowly picked up the rosewood violin. His hands naturally formed a chord, he breathed deep. Avi watched his love play a few note tune that seemed familiar, far too familiar, and a wave seemed to crash as he remembered why. This song, this progression of chords had been in Avi’s dreams for decades. Without images, without words, just the singing of a violin that awoke him each time with tears. This song was a message that never left him- that Johann had never left him. As Johann pulled away the bow, he gazed at Magnus and whispered a quiet, shaky ‘thank you’ through a sincere, inspired gaze. Avi repeated those same words, as he sobbed and ran towards Johann. His body wracked with sympathy and empathy and sheer thanks, it felt as though these floodgates were no longer gates, but a door that would never lock again; he was broken but useful. It seemed now, even now, that they were all that way. Magnus turned with a full heart during this exchange and began the quiet walk back to his house. Julia was already gazing out the window, waving a cloth in her right hand and laughing with pure joy. Avi saw this figure in the window, and gazing at the two houses, he spoke quietly: “What’s this?” “Magnus is calling it Refuge II. He.. he built me that smaller house. With his bare hands.” Johann smiled. “He built us a house, and he’s making a room in his own for well.. for Angus, when the time comes. He’s making a place for everyone.” “How is that even allowed? So many different kinds of people in one plane- isn’t there a place we each go?” “Yeah, I thought that too. But the Raven Queen’s in a tough spot here; she’s got three people she knows who saved the world and she owes them a little something.” Johann took Avi’s hand and began the walk back to his humble home, before one word nearly stopped him then and there: “Four.” A voice came from behind, cockney in accent and deep in tone. Kravitz, coming by to close the portal. “What?” “Four. She has four people who saved the world. Lup, Barry, myself, and you, Johann.” Kravitz smiled, his scythe disappearing into thin astral air. “Without your music- no, without you- no one would’ve been able to carry on the fight.” “I guess.” “No, there’s no guessing.” Avi pulled him forward, kissing his cheek. “No guessing at all.” At that point, a voice far too recognizable yelled from the barely opened portal. Taako, of course. Who else would it be, yelling at Kravitz through a planar rift which it was probably dangerous as hell to be near. “I told you they were into each other! You owe me ten bucks, bubeleh! And tell Maggie I say hello!” The voice laughed, before Kravitz groaned and ripped the portal once more, going skeletal as he passed through with wallet in tow.

hey thanks im crying??? this is really fucking good like. holy shit thank u for writing this??? and sending it to me??? holy fuck

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myrish-lace-love · 8 years ago

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Mirror of the Sun - Sansa/Daenerys Fanfiction

Summary: Daenerys arrives at Winterfell to attempt to treat with Jon Snow. She's immediately side-tracked by her fascination with Sansa Stark, and the two grow closer.

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Sansa greeted Daenerys with icy courtesy that left no room for offense, and precious little for friendship.

“Winterfell greets you with open arms, your Grace.” Sansa gave Daenerys the slightest curtsy. She spoke the words “your Grace” with a careful inflection that left Daenerys with no illusion Sansa had accepted her as her queen.

What Daenerys heard was: This is my house, and you do not rule here. You are dragonless in the stronghold of the Starks.