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[latoyalestrange]

public service announcement

r. weasley x f!reader

SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP-- LOOK AT HIM!! LORd HAVE MERCY!!

summary: drunk!ron catches someone flirting with you at a party. chaos ensues.

words: ~0.7k

warnings: fluff, swearing, drinking, ron being so devistantingly in love with you that it hurts

it could've been that he was in the gryffindor common room, but all ron saw was red. he'd left you for two fucking seconds to get you a drink and some ballsy seventh-year hufflepuff had made his move. he stood in between dancing bodies, plastic cups starting to crinkle in his muscular hands. harry placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, but his blaring gaze didn't shift from the two of you.

"merlin, ron, relax. they're just talking." ron still didn't say a word. he was waiting for the moment this guy went too far. you were smiling politely at him, engaged in what he was saying.

"look at the way he's looking at her. it's pathetic," he spat, his tone pure venom. then, it happened. as if time slowed down, he could see the hufflepuff's hand graze your arm, trailing a gentle finger down to your wrist.

"oh, shit--" before harry could act, ron had already taken a furious step towards the two of you, but he had to stop himself when he saw your reaction. with a sweet smile still plastered to your face, you pointed in his direction. reading your lips, ron understood when you said "that's my boyfriend". his gaze shifted to the boy standing opposite to you, who's face shown utter defeat.

in that moment, ron would've believed you if you told him his drink was spiked with love potion. his heart felt like it was fluttering in his chest as you waved at him innocently.

"oh, merlin..." he gaped at you adoringly. he'd never felt such pride. he'd entirely forgotten he was angry just moments before. harry rolled his eyes and went to join hermione on the other side of the room, just a few feet away from you on a couch. the hufflepuff caught his attention as he left. he watched him walk away until he was across the room, at which point, a vacant table usually used for games caught his attention. his eyes flashed back to you, then to the table again.

"ron, no--" you were too far away, he was already planting his feet on the table when you finally reached him. he'd already started to draw the attention of the partygoers.

"attention everyone!" his booming voice caught any straggling eyes, and now they were all on him.

"ron, please stop, please get down--"

"this woman here," with one swift motion, he scooped you up with his free arm and brought you up to join him. your face flushed a deep shade of red that you tried to hide in his chest as he continued. "--is off limits. just to save anyone else who didn't know the embarrassment." his words were followed by a beat of silence before someone broke it with a 'weasley is our king' chant. you were thankful it was later in the night and mostly everyone was incoherent at this point. you looked up at him beaming proudly at everyone below, his strong arm remaining draped around your waist.

"ron?" he shifted all of his attention on you with satisfaction in his eyes.

"hm?"

"can we get down now, please?" your little voice tugged at his heartstrings and he instantly felt terrible for embarrassing you.

"right, sorry, love." he stepped down first, then turned to hold your hand as you joined him on the solid floor again.

"i could've told them that, you know. i was doing a good job already," you joked, letting your head fall to his shoulder as he intertwined your fingers.

"but look at how efficient that was! no guy will go within fifty feet of you now, just watch." making your way over to the fireplace, you fount two empty spots on the couch next to harry and hermione.

you scoffed and shook your head, "when have you ever cared about being efficient?"

"never," he answered honestly, chuckling. you rolled your eyes as your two friends laughed with him.

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[jezebelblues]

in body and blood | preview

a preview | i’m still undecided if i’m posting this as a one shot or mini series. either way, i should be posting it early this evening :)

over a century adrift in darkness, he found his sun—not in the dawn, but in the quiet fire of her love, a light fierce enough to bind even eternity.

pt. i posted here

November seventh, 1701

"You don't talk much, do you?" she asked lightly, glancing up at him with a faint smile.

He seemed caught off guard, as if no one had spoken to him so directly in a very long time. "I suppose not," he replied, his voice soft, deliberate. "Words are powerful things. I find I prefer to spend them sparingly."

She tilted her head, giving him a playful look.

"That sounds like something from an old book," she teased. "Is it isolation that makes you so mysterious, or were you born this way?"

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and for a brief moment, she saw something almost like amusement in his eyes. "Perhaps both," he murmured. "Though... solitude does have a way of changing a man."

She paused, her fingers trailing over a branch heavy with dark berries. She plucked a particularly plump blackcurrant from the branch, turning to him with a gentle smile. "Here," she mumbled, holding it out to him, her eyes warm with invitation. "When they're this fat, they're sweetest."

Harry looked at the fruit in her outstretched hand, caught off guard by the simple kindness of the gesture. His first instinct was to decline-he hadn't tasted real food in decades, perhaps, and he knew it held no nourishment for him. But there was something disarming about the way she offered it, her expression so open, so untroubled.

After a moment's hesitation, he reached out, taking the berry between his fingers with a careful reverence, as though it were some fragile, precious thing. Her smile widened, encouraging, and he felt an odd warmth in his chest, a soft flicker of gratitude he couldn't quite name.

He raised the berry to his lips, his movements slow and cautious, and bit into it, feeling the skin break, the sweet, tart juice spilling out onto his tongue. It startled him, the vivid taste— a burst of life he hadn't felt in so long. The juice dribbled from his bottom lip, trailing down his chin, vivid against the pale of his skin.

He lifted a hand, instinctively wiping at the juice, but she was watching him, and something in her gaze halted him. Her expression held an odd fascination, her eyes lingering on the stain of the berry's juice against his mouth. He didn't miss the faint flush of color that rose in her cheeks, and for a moment, he realized how he must look-like a man caught between two worlds, part of him still bound to something dark and ancient.

A faint, bemused smile tugged at his lips, though there was a somber edge to it. "It seems I’ve forgotten my manners," he murmured, his voice colored by the faintest trace of self-deprecating humor, as though he were acknowledging a truth neither of them could fully understand. "It's... sweet," he managed, dabbing at his lip awkwardly, a bit startled by the mess. His tone was laced with a hint of embarrassment, his reserve cracked just slightly.

She held back a laugh, feeling an odd fondness for the way he seemed so out of place in such a simple act. "They tend to do that," she said gently, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's just a berry, after all."

He looked at her, his gaze catching on hers, and for a moment, his expression softened, a hint of something warmer slipping through his guarded exterior. "Just a berry," he repeated quietly, as if the words held some meaning only he understood.

[janeyseymour]

Hey an idea for an epilogue to Love Thy Neighbor would be cool to see how they're doing maybe a year later when they've been living together for a while, or when they tell everyone else at Abbott that they're together. No pressure obviously, love the story!

your wish is my command, llama.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12.

Ousted

Summary: the crew finds out that you and Melissa are dating, and have been for quite some time.

WC: ~2.45k

Since Jared’s arrest with the police three months, a lot has happened. Ellie has only continued to grow and flourish into a beautiful seven year old (Melissa absolutely spoiled your daughter on her seventh birthday, claiming that she had six years of birthdays to make up for), you were able to get restraining orders in place against your husband while also getting all of the child support the bastard owed you and then some (thanks to your girlfriend’s connections), and you had moved into the apartment across the hall and in with the redhead of your dreams.

Ellie absolutely loves living with Melissa, although not much has changed even then. Before the three of you lived together, the redhead was often over at your apartment, and your daughter could usually find the two of you in bed sleeping in as much as you could with the little girl running around on Saturday mornings. You still take her the park consistently, and almost all of her routines are the same as they were when you lived in the apartment across the hall. Nevertheless, it doesn’t make your heart absolutely swell when your now seven year old proudly announces, “Mel! I’m home!” on the rare occasion that you and Ellie venture out without your girlfriend before sprinting to wherever the redhead is in the apartment and launching herself into Melissa’s arms.

What hasn’t changed is that only Barbara knows that the two of you are involved romantically. Everybody else just believes that the two of you are quite close and that you carpool to work because you live in the same apartment complex. It’s not that you’re hiding your romantic relationship- it’s just that you’ve never actually bumped into anybody outside of work because while they’re going out to bars, you’re at home or at the park with your girlfriend and daughter. Neither of you are particularly touchy at school either, so while you hold hands at the park or Melissa will set her chin on your shoulder at home, your work crew doesn’t see those soft, warm moments.

But today is terrible for you. You wake up with a groan, and your hand immediately flies to your lower stomach. PMS really is a bitch for you, and it doesn’t matter how many pills you’re on to try to combat those pains. Motherhood doesn’t stop though, and you go to roll out of bed to wake Ellie for school.

But a gentle hand stops you. “I got her today,” Melissa tells you in her deep morning voice. She sits up and runs a hand through her hair before making her way out of the bedroom and into your daughter’s. You hear Ellie squeal with delight at the sight of your girlfriend, and you can’t help the smile that washes over your face.

You know you have to get out of bed though. Work calls, and with the substitute shortage that seems to never end you know you should be there for your kids- even if it means teaching from your chair with the heating pad pressed up against your body nearly all day. So you roll out and get dressed as quickly as you can before heading into the bathroom to fix your face and ridiculous bedhead.

When you make your way into the kitchen, your girlfriend and your daughter are already eating breakfast and there’s a plate and mug of coffee just the way you like it in your spot. There’s also a glass of water, a few pills, and a hot water bottle waiting for you.

“Good morning,” you sigh as you take your place. Melissa immediately leans over and kisses your cheek. Ellie follows suit.

“Good morning, Momma,” your little girl squeaks out through a mouthful of egg.

You smile over at her before reaching for the medication and downing it with a gulp of water. The hot water bottle gets placed where you’re hurting the most, and you groan in discomfort as you pick up your fork.

“That bad, huh?” the redhead looks at you, clearly concerned at the amount of pain you’re in.

“I’ll be fine,” you grumble. “Just don’t let me forget the heating pad when we leave today.”

Melissa gives you a look of pity before finishing off her breakfast. She clears her spot at the dining room table before glancing to your daughter. “Go be a good girl and get ready for school on your own today?”

Ellie finishes off the last of her breakfast and races for her room.

“And brush your hair the right way, El!” your girlfriend calls after her. Ellie’s giggles can be heard from her room.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. “I don’t know if I could’ve handled getting her up and ready today.”

“Take it easy today, okay?” she tells you before kissing the top of your head. “I’ll take care of El today. All of you have to worry about today is getting through.”

The three of you are out of the apartment and in the car much faster than you had anticipated. And of course, you forgot the heating pad in your bedroom as you head out for the day, your mind only on the hot water bottle in your clutch. You only realize that once you’re in the staff lounge sipping on your second cup of coffee for the day.

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself, but of course Melissa hears you. So does Ellie.

“Momma, you said a bad word,” your little girl scolds you.

“Momma forgot the heating pad today,” you groan as you hold your stomach.

Ellie purses her lips into a fine line, as does your girlfriend. “Oh.”

“Shit, I’m sorry I forgot to remind you,” the redhead places a gentle hand on your shoulder as she apologizes. “I’ll run back home and pick it up during prep today.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you sigh back. “I can survive the next eight hours.

You indeed, are barely surviving by the time your prep comes around, and your kids head off to their special class without you there to escort them down the halls. They make their way through the building silently, knowing how much you hate when they chatter in the hallways and wanting to make you proud. Of course, on her way back from dropping her own class off, Melissa runs into your class. She finishes taking them down to the music room before making her way into your classroom.

“Y/N? Hun?” your girlfriend knocks on the doorframe lightly, and the sight in front of her nearly breaks her heart. Your curled up in your desk chair as a few tears make their way down your face.

You brush away at your tears quickly, praying she hadn’t seen them. “Hey.”

She makes her way into your room, closing the door behind you. “Babe, are you really hurting that bad?”

You just nod. “I forgot the heating pad, my water bottle is cold, and I thought I had Midol here, but I was wrong.”

“Honey, I can run-”

“You’re not running home and missing your prep period because I’m an idiot,” you groan. “I’ll be fine.”

“At least let me heat up your water bottle for you.” She holds out her hand, expecting you to put the object in her hand.

You sigh in reluctance before giving it to her. “Thank you.”

“I’ll just be a few minutes. Do you need anything else?”

You shake your head. Melissa peers into your coffee mug, which is relatively empty, before plucking it off your desk and heading down the hall for the staff lounge. 

She returns a few minutes later, and you give her a grateful smile. She presses a quick kiss to your temple before she pulls a chair up next to yours and starts on her grading as her free hand gently rubs your back. With the warmth of her hand and the bottle pressed up against you, you manage to doze off. You only wake when she shakes your shoulder gently with an apologetic look.

“Huh?” you grumble as you open your eyes blearily. It takes a second for your eyes to focus again, but when they do she’s standing right in front of you with concern in her own sparkling green eyes.

“Babe, you fell asleep,” she tells you. “Are you really sure you’re okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you hum out as you stretch just slightly from being in a ball for the last thirty minutes. You go to stand to pick up your kids, but your girlfriend stops you.

“I got ‘em,” she promises. She returns with your kids a few minutes later.

By lunch, you’re absolutely drained. Your kids were being well-behaved for the most part, but there’s always shit that you have to deal with when it comes to them. You groan as you make your way down to the staff room, and when you expect to see your girlfriend she isn’t there.

“Anyone seen Melissa?” you ask as you grab your lunch from the refrigerator.

“She just left,” Janine says. “Said something about having to run out, but she’ll be back soon.”

You scowl as you sit down in your spot. You know where she went- home to grab your heating pad and Midol.

“Why?” the second grade teacher asks.

You shrug. “Just curious. She normally beats me in here.”

The redhead comes in about ten minutes later with your heating pad in hand. “Hey.” She plugs it in and hands it to you.

Gregory, Janine, and Jacob all give each other questioning looks. Their looks only grow more confused when you take it from her hastily and press it against your abdomen.

“Melissa, I told you not to go home and get it,” you sigh as the pain starts to go away.

She just shrugs and hands you the bottle of pills she brought from home too. And then she presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before turning to get her own lunch.

That has Jacob and Janine’s mouths fall open.

“Close ‘em,” Melissa quips. “You’ll catch flies.”

“What- what was that?” Jacob points between the two of you frantically. “What was that?!”

Melissa rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t give them the response they’re looking for.

“‘Home’?” Janine searches for words. “A kiss on the head? What is going on here?!”

“We’re dating,” you sigh as your eyes flutter closed.

“Dating?” Gregory asks. “As in… you’re seeing each other romantically?”

“That’s kind of what dating means,” you quip.

“Since when?” Jacob asks. “Mel Mel, I thought we were tight!”

“We are, Jacob,” your girlfriend rolls her striking green eyes again as she sits down next to you. Now that the cat is out of the bag, you pull your chair a bit closer to hers and rest your head on her shoulder.

“Since when?” the man asks again.

Melissa takes a bite of her own lunch. “Officially? About nine months. Unofficially? The day I met Y/N and Ellie.” Your girlfriend looks to her work wife with a smile.

“You knew?!” Janine asks Barbara incredulously.

The kindergarten teacher just laughs. “Melissa is my work wife, of course I knew. Why do you think I’m Auntie Barb whenever Ellie sees me now?”

“Oh my god,” Jacob gasps. “It all makes sense now!”

“What’s the commotion?” Ava asks as she waltzes into the staff room. 

“Y/N and Melissa are dating,” Barbara tells your boss. “And everyone else just found out.”

Ava gives the two of you a look in approval, not that you see it with your eyes still closed. “Does this mean Melissa is now a milf too?”

“Ava,” Melissa warns lowly.

“What?” the principal asks. “We all knew you was hot, but now you’re like a mother- milf!”

“I am Ellie’s mother,” you grumble as you open your eyes to glare at your boss.

Ava gives you a smirk. “And we all done been knew you was a milf.”

“Ava, I swear to God,” you warn. “I am not in the mood for this right now.” You close your eyes again, and that gets your principal to quiet her mouth. It doesn’t get the others to stop asking questions though.

Melissa answers them, mostly shortly, for the rest of lunch. The bell rings, indicating that the lunch period and recess period is over though, and you groan as you remember you have to get through the rest of your afternoon with the kids.

Thankfully, they’re angels for you, and you have no doubt in your mind that your girlfriend gave the class a talking to while she was bringing them back in from outside. 

You head outside a few minutes late to monitor dismissal duty. When you get there, Ellie is already on Melissa’s hip and clinging to her as she animatedly tells the redhead about her day.

“There’s my little girl,” you sigh as you make your way up to them.

“Momma!” your daughter brightens at the sight of you. She reaches for you before remembering that you aren’t in the state where you can really hold her right now while standing up.

“You can cuddle your momma at home,” Melissa promises her. Ellie seems content with that compromise, laying her head down on the second grade teacher’s shoulder. 

Dismissal is over not much longer after that, and the three of you head home. Your girlfriend cooks dinner, you get your daughter to do the worksheet that her teacher sent home, and then you curl up on the couch like you usually do after a long day at work. Ellie snuggles right up to you and promptly falls asleep listening to your heartbeat as she watches her beloved Bluey.

Melissa reaches for the remote and lowers the volume of the television before speaking. “So, how do you feel about the group knowing? About us?”

You shrug against her. “I don’t mind- I’m surprised it took them this long to find out actually, but I’m shocked you ousted us with a kiss to my head.”

“You looked like you needed it,” she tells you before pecking your cheek.

You smile. “I did. And, thank you for bringing me the heating pad, as much as I was annoyed you missed some of your lunch.”

“Anything for my girl,” the redhead chuckles against you. “Think you’ll be feeling at least a little better tomorrow?”

“I doubt it,” you sigh. “You know how I am.”

“I do,” your girlfriend frowns just slightly. “We’ll make sure that we don’t forget the heating pad tomorrow though, yeah?”

You nod against her shoulder.

“And if we do, just know that I’ll run home again for you,” she promises you. 

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[a-constant-gay-panic]

Can I make a request for soft!dom Eddie Munson x fem!Reader with prompts angst #7 "wake up, please!" and smut #19 "shh it's alright. I'll take care of you." Maybe where the reader is almost taken by Vecna and they're both so emotional after that they just HAVE TO fuck! Peas and carrots! ❤️❤️❤️

Close Call

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pairing: soft!dom eddie munson x fem!henderson reader

summary: after you have a frightful near death experience at the hands of vecna, eddie can't hide his true feelings for you anymore and he decides to show you just how much you mean to him. 

warnings: a little bit of swearing, smut, porn with a lot of plot basically, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!), angst, slight s4 spoilers but if you haven't watched it by now, what are you doing?

word count: 2.3k

a/n: here’s your eddie munson fic @... sorry it took such a long time!   it’s been a while since i saw season 4 so vecna’s parts may not be fully accurate and for that i apologies. just go with the flow and ignore it if his words seem uncharacteristic-  i am a firm believer in the eddie x henderson!reader trope and i won't apologies for it nor will i apologies for the ending. i’m in a angsty mood 

the song used in this fic is called "The Day Before You Came" by ABBA, i do not own it in any way shape or form. all rights to the original artists.

— — — — — X — — — — — 

your heart beats frantically and blood pounds painfully loud in your ears as you feel your body give into exhaustion. you slump to the ground as he approaches you, slowly, tauntingly, knowing that he’s won yet again. you gasp for breath as a vine wraps around your throat, your air flow being constricted as you’re forced up and into the air. 

“you can’t escape it y/n. you can't escape your destiny.” vecna’s words ring in your ears as tears stream down your face. “you and your friends will all die. there’s no stopping me.” 

you can practically feel his breath ghost over your face as he stands in front of you, ready to make his promise of killing you a reality. thoughts of your friends and how you’ve let them down cloud your mind. your heart aches as you think of not seeing your brother, dustin, again. your own regrets make another wave of tears roll down your dirty and scraped face and your mind wanders to eddie. although you’ve never admitted it, you've grown extremely fond of the local freak, admiring his bond with dustin. 

“say your goodbyes, y/n.” vecna mutters, his hand slowly rising to hover over your upturned face. your eyes close and you hold your breath, waiting for your end… that is, until a soft yet recognisable melody seemingly drifts through the red, overcast sky of the upsidedown. 

“must have left my house at eight, because i always do

   my train, i'm certain, left the station just when it was due

   i must have read the morning paper going into town

   and having gotten through the editorial no doubt i must have frowned” 

your eyes open and you see vecna's hand is still, extended in the air above you but his face is turned to the side. you can almost feel his annoyance and rage at the sudden interruption. 

“i must have made my desk around a quarter after nine 

   with letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed 

   i must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so

   the usual place, the usual bunch

   and still on top of this i'm pretty sure it must have rained 

   the day before you came” 

your breath comes out ragged as you remember dancing to this daily with dustin and later eddie. the thought of them alone is enough to make you claw at the vines around your neck, desperate to see them one last time. 

“i must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two

   and at the time i never even noticed i was blue  

   i must have kept on dragging through the business of the day

   without really knowing anything, i hid a part of me away”

you look behind vecna and notice a gate open up, figures which appear to be your friends on the other side. you start to kick and thrash, the urge to escape becoming even stronger. you couldn't let them down, you couldn't let yourself down. you refused to give in to him just yet. 

you see eddie cradling your body and you can almost hear the words which he seems to be screaming at your limp form. 

“wake up, please! please y/n, wake up!” 

his cries are enough to light a fire inside you and you suddenly remember the lighter in your pocket, courtesy of eddie himself. 

your hand blindly reaches into the back pocket of your jeans and you pull out a zippo, flipping it open on your leg and lighting it in the same movement. you raise your shaking hand and the flame licks at the vines keeping you in place. vecna looks at you sharply as your body falls to the ground, the vines unravelling when they feel the fire.

you drag yourself back as he stalks closer. “trying to escape is futile.” you continue to move further away from him, the sound of ABBA continuing to break the eerie silence. your hands sting from the roughness of the ground, your face is covered in dirt and dust and your voice is hoarse yet you find the strength to mutter, “i don't care. i'm not dying today, you bastard.”

with that, you muster up all your energy and make a run for it. tripping and stumbling over vines which try to slow your run but you refuse to let him win. your eyes are set on the image of eddie cradling your body in his arms while dustin kneels next to him.  

objects fall from the sky in attempts to block your escape but you make detours around them, trying your best to run as fast as your sore legs could carry you. your breaths come out in pained huffs, chest screaming at the lack of oxygen you’re getting. 

‘damn me for being so unfit.’ you think to yourself. 

you can almost feel your escape, relief starting to fill your whole body. you hear a loud rumble as the ground beneath you starts to shake, vecna’s shouts echoing in your mind as you jump through the gate, the soft melody coming to an end and darkness consuming your every sense. 

“and turning out the light 

   i must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night 

   and rattling on the roof i must have heard the sound of rain

   the day before you came.” 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

a warm sensation fills your tired body and light floods your vision as you force your eyes open. you realise that you’re laying on your bed, your familiar bedroom wallpaper a clear indicator as to where you are. you gaze at the faces staring down at you, each with a worried expression plastered on their face. 

“i feel like shit.” you croak out and dustin laughs despite the tears which cloud his vision. “really? you almost died and that’s what you have to say?” steve deadpans and you chuckle before breaking out in a fit of coughs as you try to sit up. “sorry mama steve.” you tease him in an attempt to cover up how sore you were. 

“hey, at least she’s not dead!” robin defends you as she chases after steve who’s walking away, not ready to deal with you. nancy smiles softly at you before kneeling on your bed and giving you a gentle hug. “i’m glad you’re ok, y/n… don't scare us like that again.” she says as she pulls away. you give her a lopsided grin, “i’ll try not to get killed again, i swear.” she shakes her head at you before standing and walking towards the bickering pair who are standing outside your room. 

you turn your head and your eyes lock onto eddie’s, his face is red and his eyes are puffy, clear evidence that he’s been crying. “hey eddie.” you mutter. “hey…” he trails off, kneeling on the ground with his arms resting on your mattress. his eyes wander your fragile frame, inspecting you closely for any possible injuries.

you turn away from him and dustin is the next one to tackle you in a hug. “are you ok? are you hurt? what happened?” he throws question after question at you, all while keeping you in his vice-like embrace. “i’m fine alright? nothing happened.” you reassure him. he lets you go and eyes you suspiciously. “really, i'm ok.” you sigh. 

dustin doesn’t seem to believe you but he lets it slide when he looks at eddie who is still staring at you in a daze. pulling you into another hug, he whispers, “talk to him. he was panicking the most out of all of us.” 

with those words, he stands up and smiles. “glad to have my annoying big sister back.” he calls as he walks over to the other 3 who seem to be in a heated discussion about god knows what. 

“i’m sorry.” you mutter into the silence, the tension between you and eddie is thick and feels suffocating. he seems to snap out of it and looks at you in confusion. “why are you sorry?” you smile sadly at him, unconsciously grabbing his hand to play with the rings on his fingers. “sorry for worrying you… for leaving you like that.” your voice is small and it makes his heart clench. 

“you have nothing to be sorry for… i’m sorry that i couldn't save you.” his words make you shake your head. “no, you did… the thought of you was enough to keep me from giving up…” you glance at him and see his mouth hanging open before quickly adding, “the thought of you, dustin and the others kept me going…” 

neither of you noticed how silent it went, nor did you notice that your 4 friends had been listening to your conversation and decided it’d be best to leave the two of you alone together, closing the door behind them to give you some privacy.

“y/n… i-” he cut himself off. your eyes bore into his, an expectant look on your face. “i’m happy that you’re safe now.” he mumbles. you sit there in silence, deep down hoping for him to say something else… the three words you want to say to him and want him to say to you. 

‘i love you’ 

eddie’s eyes snap towards you and you feel your face heat up, realising that you said it out loud. 

“what?” he asks dumbfounded. “i… i love you.” you whisper, figuring that there’s no going back now. you close your eyes and hang your head low, embarrassment coursing through your veins. that is, until you feel a pair of lips against your own. your shock wears off quickly as you kiss him back, pouring all your emotions out into that single kiss. 

“i love you too… so much it hurts.” he breaths into your ear as you pull away for air. 

“are you hurt anywhere?” his voice is worried as he eyes the bruises around your neck caused by the vines. you shake your head, “i’m fine. how many times am i going to have to say-” 

his lips against yours cuts you off and you intertwine your fingers in his hair. soon enough, you find yourself lying underneath him, his chest pressed against yours as he glides his tongue over your lips, silently asking for permission. you allow him access and hum in pleasure as he explores every crevice of your mouth. 

breaking away for oxygen, his lips travel down your throat and press soft kisses to the bruised skin and you bite your lip in an attempt to silence your sounds. he moves up to your ear and his breath fans over it, causing shivers to run down your spine and a quiet whimper to escape.

“shh, it’s alright. i’ll take care of you.”

his hands slowly start wandering lower and lower, raising the hem of your shirt before sneaking underneath it and stroking your soft stomach. “i love you so much.” he whispers before he helps you sit up and pull the shirt over your head. your hands move to his jacket and tug on it, silently asking him to take it off. 

he complies and soon enough, both of you are bare chested. his rough hands rub and sooth every part of your exposed flesh before his lips find home on your breasts. soft bites and kisses being left in his wake, he moves lower until he reaches the waistband of your pants. “may i?” he asks and you nod in response. 

just moments later the two of you are as bare as the day you were born, his arms wrapped around you in a loving embrace as he mutters sweet nothings into your ears. you gasp in pain and pleasure as you feel him enter you, your walls squeezing him tightly and your breaths becoming more laboured. 

his hips still as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into it. “move… please…” you whisper after a while of adjusting to the feeling of  him inside you, 

soon enough, soft moans and grunts fill your room, mixing together to form a symphony of sounds which makes your head spin. eddie’s thrusts are gentle and steady paced, fulfilling his promise to take care of you as your mind goes foggy from the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“please… please eddie.” you whimper, not exactly sure what you’re asking for. he however seems to know and his hand ghosts over your body before coming in contact with your clit. “i’m here… let go, i’ve got you.” he coos as he quickens the pace of his fingers against you. you squirm underneath him and pull his face towards yours, placing a desperate and feverish kiss on his lips. 

this action almost pushes him over the edge and he pulls away from your kiss. “let go… come on, y/n… i’m right here.” his words make your eyes roll back as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. “come for me.” he whispers and that's all it takes for your body to give in. your mind is clouded with pleasure and your vision goes white as you come undone underneath him. 

he groans and pulls out from you, releasing onto your stomach before his body slumps against yours. jagged pants are all that can be heard from the both of you as you come down from your high. eddie stands with shaky legs and walks to your bathroom to grab a warm cloth to wipe you down. he helps you up and carries you to the bathroom in order for you to use it. 

slowly placing you back onto your bed once you’re both cleaned up, he engulfs you in a hug. 

“i love you.” he says as he places a loving kiss onto the top of your head. you smile and manage to get out, “i love you too.” before sleep overcomes you, eddie following suit.

you couldn’t be happier than you were in that moment. if only you knew that you’d never be that happy again… if you had known what the future held, you wouldn't have fallen in love with eddie munson.

you wouldn't have fallen in love with a dead man.  

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[abbythewritor]

"Fairness" OnePiece x Saitama reader, Seven.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Leukemia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Enjoy the seventh chapter, everyone :)

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"Fairness, huh?"

The area was tense; the war was still going on as you stared at the marine that was in front of you.

His eyes glared down at you, the cigars in his mouth puffing smoke as if you were fighting.

Your words a little bit ago struck an annoyance in his heart as a smirk formed his lips. "You have a big mouth, kid; what makes you think pirates deserve fairness?"

"Because they're human, just like the rest of us! Yes, they aren't good people in the world, but at least they have room to change instead of being executed for living their lives! No one should have to go through that! God's children deserve to be free!" His head tilted. "God's children? So you're religious? Don't make me laugh, Pirate." I clenched my fist again. "So what if I am?! Why does that bother you?! Aren't pirates not allowed to be religious?!" He sighed. "I'm not saying that. But, what pirates do is out of monstrosity and vulgarness; never seen a pirate in my life that believes in a God." "I'm not a pirate! I just want to help people have a fair second chance at life, just like my God did with me! Now move out of my way!!" I zoomed toward the marine, already close to him, as his eyes widened, forming smoke as my fist went through; my eyes widened with shock. "What the?" He grabbed my wrist, spinning me around and throwing me across the battlefield as I stumbled but slid on my feet.

Close to me, suddenly, I dodged his lines of smoke, and as his face appeared, I used one of his weapons to try and pin me down, but I grabbed one of them, which was close to my eye, and broke it with my hands.

His eyes widened, but attacked me with the same weapon with the other hand, my left easily caught his wrist, throwing him behind me, turning to face him.

Sliding on his feet, his teeth gritted while looking at me as I blankly looked at him. "Are you done using your toys?!" I asked, himself bolting forward, his hands forming into smoke as he got to me again quickly. I dodged to the left but kept dodging as he was quicker than before, making this fight more annoying than fun.

He tried to attack me in the air, his smoke allowing himself to try and spin-kick me, as I easily dodged, as he flew to me again, trying to kick my face but I ducked backward, barely avoiding it, as his teeth gritted.

Trying to see what part of his body isn't made of smoke, I punched his stomach when he died down his power, causing him to launch back pretty far.

Zooming to him quickly, he blocked my punch with smoke again, which my hand went through as he got a hold of me and turned me around, his foot slamming to my back as he had me pinned down, my arm behind, his hands grasping a good grip on them. "You strong, Kid, but inexperienced; you must do better than that to stop my devil fruit power."

The position I was in caused my cheeks to rise as I looked behind at his muscular form, his daring eyes looking down at me as he pressed harder, an un-godly inappropriate moan escaping my mouth as His eyes widened, a blush to his cheeks as he was confused on why I made that noise.

But he let his guard down, and I smirked, able to use my speed to get out of his hold, zooming at him as I was about to punch him from behind, in slow motion as he turned.

His eyes widened as I was a dark black, as it was like a blink of an eye when my fist went towards him, stopping just in front of his face, as a large gust of wind blew at him.

The force of the wind causes everyone on the battlefield to feel it, but they ignore it and keep fighting.

Once the wind stopped, his eyes widened to see I didn't punch him, as I gave him a small smile. "Well, sorry for letting your guard down; your power is cool, Marine guy; I knew you were expecting me to kill you, but I'm not like that. Like I said, everyone deserves fairness, so let's fight later, K?", I patted his shoulder while soon bolting away, causing his eyes to widen. "OI GET BACK HERE-" He paused when he turned, as the ocean behind him had a massive gap as if the sea was parted like a curtain.

*Pretend it's the ocean :)*

Not believing the gap of the ocean in front of him, his eyes were widened like saucers, as he turned to you running and catching up to Luffy, as that attack you did was nothing new to you at all.

All the bravery that was pent up inside of him left when no one was looking, as his knees hit the floor, his eyes looking at his hands as all of that training he did, all the preparation to be a marine, didn't matter when he faced someone so powerful, who didn't even look like it.

But that compliment you gave him about his power replayed in his head, and that moan you let out made him cough suddenly, his hands going to the floor, his face flushing red.

One of the Marines noticed and ran to him. "SMOKER-SAN!" He yelled, as you heard while running, looking back to him, who was trying to catch his breath as you smiled. 'Your strong smoker, don't use your cocky emotions to get the best of you.' I thought, turning back while continuing to run. 'I hope we will fight someday in the future, but my focus...is to save Ace-" My thoughts were interrupted by an explosion nearby as I turned to see Ivanka fighting the giant robot bear, and my eyes widened at her. "IVANKA!" I yelled as her feet slid, her head whipping up. "Y/n-chan! Go! I'm ok! Kuma! Move out of the way!!" I stopped beside her, looking at the giant man, then at a blonde man beside him. "You know these two?!" I asked as Ivanka sighed. "Kuma, yes, but he's not the same; he's acting strange, and the blonde one....." The blonde male chuckled, staring us two down with his sunglasses. "Seems you had recent interactions with Kuma..." He spoke to Ivanka and then pointed to Kuma. "But the Kuma you knew and this one aren't the same!!" I needed clarification on his statement. 'Not the same..? So...this guy wasn't like this before?' I thought this guy didn't look human; he looked dead than breathing.

"YOUR LYING! I BELIEVE THIS IS THE EATER OF THE PAW PAW FRUIT! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING KUMA?!" He didn't answer as her teeth gritted with anger. "H-he's pissing me off!! Although he has always been quiet!!" The blonde male glared at us again. "I told you that it's no use talking to him." I looked at the man. "Why not?" Your question made him look to you personally as his devilish smile grew, his tongue licking his lips. "Never thought I'd see a day where a cute girl like yourself could fight, especially with your size." Scoffing, my arms crossed. "Don't change the subject!" His head tilted, still smiling. "Oh? Why? I'm not allowed to talk to a cute girl like yourself-" "You obviously know something that happened to this Kuma person, so don't change the subject more and tell us what happened.." I firmly stated, which made him let out another laugh. "And what's the fun of that? I already told Ivanka here he's dead..." I was more confused. "Dead? But he's-" I finally realized something when I looked into Kuma's eyes, which had a hew-like glass.

GLASS?! Wait a minute...it all makes sense....because this Kuma isn't human at all.... It's A ROBOT!!

"Holy shit..." I spoke. "H-He's a robot.." Doflamingo laughed menacingly. "You are correct, firecracker. He Volunteered to be a part of the world government's guinipig....to build a humanized weapon, which is Kuma himself....first they did his legs...his arms....his torso...then...boom....he was brain dead." His evil chuckle made your fist clench as the government turned this used-to-be human into something man-made, as Kuma could have had a life; it's hard to believe that he wanted to become this. "But, I don't know what kind of deal he had with the government." He turned, walking away, towards a pile of bodies, which he sat right on top of, his leg on top of another, as he dug into his ear. "Only a few days ago, he still had his personality. But now, he doesn't even remember that he was born human, so he is no better than dead. He is a monster who fights as the Government tells him. He's Pasfifix 3-0!" Soon enough, the robot charged a laser toward us again, causing me to instantly duck; our eyes widened, as the same explosion that came out of Kizaru happened in the distance. As my eyes widened, Doflamingo was still holding his sadistic smirk.

As Ivanka raged out her anger, she charged at him, telling us to move forward, as I didn't want to leave her with this kind of emotion.

But, she turned, reassuring me that she'd be fine, as I sighed, bending and bolting.

As I ran, time slowed, as Doflamingo and I locked eyes, and he spoke something to me. "Watch out, cutie.....because many people on this battlefield have their eyes on you...." He let out a sadistic laugh, my heart racing when he licked his lips as I continued forward, his words affecting me slightly as I went to catch up with Luffy, who was way ahead of me.

Many of Ivanka ally's came with me, as we caught up to him, us heading more to the scaffold Ace was on.

Me and Luffy could power through marines easily, spreading them like explosions, scattering them like flies.

We were so close to the next area, and my heart raced with determination as I turned to Luffy. "We're getting closer, Luffy don't give up!" He turned to me, nodding. "Yeah! Let's continue forward, everyone!" They all yelled with agreement, as my eyes noticed something off in the distance.

A handsome man was seen in the smoke before us as I suddenly stopped. "EVERYONE WAIT!" I yelled as some of Ivanka's crew got sliced up with one stroke easily. I Luffy's eyes widened when they all plopped to the floor.

When the man became more clear, Luffy's eyes widened as Mihawk was in front of us, my face turning pink with how handsome he was, and how fully his chest and abs were exposed.

He looked so cool, his face severe and blank, his cloak blowing with the wind, as the sword he got out from his back was immense, shaped like a cross as it shined in the battlefield light. "Now, I wonder..." He spoke, his voice a mix of sass and huskiness, as he stared at us. "If fate decides to end the life of a child and strong women of the next generation here...though I hate to admit it to you, darling, your outfit is quite unique, I do like it." He looked at me now, as my heart raced with the color of my black and red outfit, just my Pajams I was fighting the monster with before I came here.'Why is he calling me darling..? He doesn't even know me?' I thought, but I liked it; I didn't want to seem rude to the man in our way, as a nervous smile planted on my lips. "A-Ah, thank you, you look cool yourself." I saw a small yet noticeable smile to me tug his lips. "Thank you, now to not make things...boring, I shall discuss matters at fourth, I won't let you two get past me....and since you seem stronger than young rabbits, I'll give you the privilege to be killed with Yohru..." He gripped the large swords tighter, and I felt excited, as this man seemed strong.

I turned to Luffy. "Luffy, go ahead, I'll fight this guy." His eyes widened. "N-No! This guy, you need to learn what he's capable of! My friend Zoro fought this guy! He almost died! Mihawk is the greatest swordsman on earth; if you fight him, you'll be dead-" I let out a chuckle, stopping Luffy's words as he was confused by my sudden cackle as I looked at Mihawk with a wild smirk. "Greatest swordsman, huh? Well, I guess I can't see him bear-handed now, huh? I'll be fine, Luffy; get to your brother." I picked up a simple metal pipe on the ground as Luffy understood my strength, and he smiled. "Right, be safe!" He soon left; as I sat back up, I flipped the pipe in my hands, and one of Mihawk's eyebrows rose. "A pipe? Darling, are you stupid?" I smirked more. "Maybe I am, but if Luffy says you are the greatest swordsman here...then..." My eyes glared up at him eagerly, my smirk never closing. "How could I pass up the offer to fight you?" Something with my cocky standards struck his heart, as excitement also flew through his veins, which made him smile. "Let's see how long you can last in this fight... a little rabbit." With that, I disappeared before his eyes. His eyes widened slightly as I was behind him, about to stick the back of his neck with the pipe, but he quickly sensed me as his sword and the metal clashed together, a large gust blasting out of us. Guessing he would predict that, I slid back on my feet, charging at him; as I began to attack, he blocked, as I performed many different sword combos, nothing like he'd ever seen.

As we kept clashing together, moving faster than the speed of light itself, the marines or pirates could keep up with our pace. as I hopped on many different kinds of pillars, flipping, as I was about to strike down on him with my pipe, before Yohru went above his head, preventing him from me striking. Our eyes locked, faces close to each other. "Those are some fighting skills little rabbit..." He spoke sassily, a tiny smirk forming his lips as I smirked back. "Guilty as charge, your not the only one with amazing sword training!" Pushing Yorhu and him down, I landed with a flip, my head whipping back up to him, as he was about to attack me again, until I blocked Yohru with my pipe again, as the sword was rather amost touching the tip of my nose.

Gritting my teeth, I used all my strength to push the sword off, causing Mihawk to loose his balance before my foot slammed right into his stomach, not to hard to not kill him, as he stumbled far back.

Sliding, he dug Yohru into the ground to catch him from going far, as he glanced up, some people holding shocked faces.

"S-She was able to hit Mihawk!"

"How?! He doesn't let any enemy pass him with Yohru! It's incredible to see him bleeding!!"

"It goes to show how strong this chick is, look! She's just holding a metal pipe!"

As the whispers and words grew, Mihawk's free hand slowly went to his lips, wiping the slight blood coming from his mouth, as he let out a chuckle, standing up while retrieving Yohru from the ground. "You managed to get a hit on me, little rabbit...but don't think that will save mercy for you!!" He bolted to me again, quicker, as my eyes widened, Yohru suddenly striking me, nocking me quite far back.

Luffy's eyes widened with shock. "Y/N!!!" He yelled, as I slammed into the wall, creating a large indent.

But, as people seemed for me to be dead, I was perfectly fine, as all the marks that were on me was dirt, which made their eyes widened when I got myself out of the hole, as I began to cough and catch my breath.

As my eyes glanced up, Mihawk was slowly walking to my, flipping Yohru easily with his hand. "You may have experience with sword fighting, little rabbit, but your demeanor, defense and attacks are still new, but I respect your bravery." I chuckled, getting up to my feet. "That's an honor...but don't think your words will change this fight..." He smirked more. "Oh no, it doesn't, so why don't you show me how powerful you are..." His words got me excited as he got in stance, as I did as well, as we bolted to each other, landing a super powerful blow, as our weapons clashed, the ground soon shaking.

Both going off each other, we went at a quick speed, attacking each other at different angels, none of us allowing each other to land a single blow, as from the clashes of our swords became quicker, faster and stronger, the wind grew more, causing everyone on the battle field to struggle to stand, even the Admirals.

As I slammed onto the floor, I dodged left, avoiding Yohru, as I dodged right, avoiding the sword again, until I clasped the blade with my hands, as the tip almost went to my eye, as I was able to crack it, as Mihawk eyes widened, as I chuckled while looking up at him. I knew this sword meant well to him, as I didn't want to destroy it.

Instead, I died down my strength, throwing the sword, and Mihawk at a great distance, as the man landed on his feet, but instead of his blank demeanour, it was shock, as he looked to Yohru who had a visible crack on the blade. 'No one has been able to crack Yohru...so...how..did she...'

This made his heart race, as he looked to me, walking to him, as my face was serious. "You may have a sharp stick, swordsman...but to me, those things are ineffective..." Stopping just a few feet from him, a dark aroama formed around me, powerful than anything he's ever seen. "If you want to keep fighting me, then fine...but, if you think a sword of yours will decide the fate of peoples future, then that's idiotic, and calling of false prophecy..." Mihawk chuckled. "False prophecy? What are you a mentalist?" I shook my head. "No, but, I know the truth, and to think you believe fate will end with Ace's blood on the floor is terrible, Ace didn't do anything wrong, he was just living his life." "And you think Pirates killing innocent people is considered living their lives?" My fist clenched. "i don't think anyone killing anybody is fair, even if some do deserve it, but Ace didn't he didn't even kill anybody. He was just seeking revenge to a crew member that did share a fate, by a pirate who does deserve to be killed. Let me ask you a question, why do you wear that cross? What does that thing symbolize to you?" Your question made him shrug. "It looks unique, it's a symbol of strength and peace-" "Then why do you wear it, thinking Pirates deserve to die when you don't know the true cause?! Do you think that symbol is meant for fear or your opponents, or do you see yourself as a higher power? Because let me tell you something buddy, if you mock the true meaning behind that necklace of yours, then your fate prophecy's are at shit, because there is no such thing as fate....." Mihawk's head tilted with confusion, not understanding your anger. "Then what exists, little rabbit? Why do you defend the problems that are infesting this world, when you don't know anything about them neither? Is it, because you believe in a higher power, I assume?" "It doesn't matter if there's pirates, Marines, or just regular people, if people are in act of sinning against the true meanings of life, no matter how the upper power sees it, everyone will be punished by their actions, no matter how kind anyone sees themselves as...so what if I believe in a higher power, stronger and bigger than anyone else, I'd rather die knowing where I'd be, rather than not knowing if I will live or suffered for eternity. So you have no...NO RIGHT!! TO WEAR THAT NECKLACE!" I snapped to him, my voice booming out of anger again, which made him chuckle. "So you are religious, it makes you quite cute, but, what if your God, your Massiah, the prophets written in the book, are all false? What if I kill you now, little rabbit, to let you see where you end up?" He held up Yohru to the sky, as my teeth gritted from his words a bright blue energy surrounding his sword, as he slashed it down, a large amount of large energy coming out in a line, heading to me.

I didn't move, as anger from his words came through me, as I bolted to the light, my hand going out in front of me, as it was supposed to slash me, but instead, the light went around me,spreading out as I blocked it easily.

It was like a huge wall of energy, the size of the wall of china, as little old me was right in the middle, not a scratch on me what so ever.

As the blast died down, all that Mihawk saw of me was smoke coming off my hands, my head tilting. "What was that?" His eyes widened with shock. "Was that supposed to kill me? Man, I thought you were the strongest swordsman in the world." I blankly stated, causing a drip of sweat to fall on his face. 'S-She blocked that...with no problem...that attack could slice through a whole mountain, and there is not a scratch on little rabbit at all!' Putting the hand Yohru was in down, his teeth gritted with annoyance and defeat, as he underestimated my power again.

As my head tilted more, my eyes slightly widened with shock as he knelt in front of me, as if I was going to finish the fight. "Well done, little Rabbit...your strength surpasses me...now you can do your worst..." My eyes widened with shock, as I realised what he was expecting, he was thinking that I needed to kill him, because of this duel.

His actions caused me to sigh, as I walked closer. "Stand up." He was shocked with my words, as he looked up at me, too see my hand to him. I was smiling gently, my wig to seemingly be off as he was shocked, my beauty shining in with the little light left that was poking through the smoke of the battlefield, his heart racing. "Your strong." I stated, smiling wilder. "I was lucky enough to fight someone with the same amount of strength, don't think our tie means that I should kill you, we're all still technically human here, we should learn from our defeats and grow stronger." Not saying anything, my words made Mihawk to smile, his hands grabbing my own as I helped him up. As he was incredible taller than me, which slightly made my heart race, he gently grasped my hands, looking down at my eyes with full respect. "You are quite right, little rabbit, your God seems quite determined to keep you alive, I apologized if I angered you in any sort of way." I giggled. "Angered me? Well, the things you said made me a little imitated, but that's a lesson learned right? Respect other peoples beliefs, it's what makes the world a better place, right?" He nodded. "Yes, you are right." I smile more. "good! Glad we are in agreement, now I think you have changed your aspect on which side you are on, so are you going to let me pass and rescue Ace? Or are you going to be a stuck up and be on the marines side still?" He chuckled from my words. "I say little rabbit, to be truthful, I usually work alone, but, the marines offered me a position that my mind then couldn't pass down, but now, that you defeated me, showed me that neither sides matter, I tend to fight on my own terms. So, to answer your question more little rabbit, out of respect, I won't attack you, but it won't stop me from attacking your allies from getting to Ace." I respected that Answer, as I acted without thinking, as I hugged him which made him freeze. "Thank you!" I stated happily, as I pulled away. "Your a good person sir, and I know your skills will be needed for this world!" Your compliments made his heart warm, as he smiled gently to you. "Thank you little Rabbit, go now, before I change my mind." I nod, and bowed with respect, as I ran passed him, continuing with my path to Ace, as Marines were shocked with his actions, not believing how quickly he switched sides, as they went after me, about to shoot me until Mihawk simply gazed to them, slicing the Marines in a blink of an eye before they could pull the trigger, as his gaze turned back to his harsh form. Other marines were scared, looking to him, as he clutched Yohru more with his hands. "Don't be idiotic thinking I'd let you face her, just be lucky that you'll be taken down by me instead." Gritting their teeth, the soldiers charged to him, as I was smiling while looking back at him, knowing that I made a new ally.

Looking forwards, I ran faster, determined to save ace more, as my eyes glanced in front of me. 'Don't worry Ace, I might not think Fate is real....but...'

'Myself, or the higher power won't let you die, that's a promise!!'

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Author: WHEW! Another chapter done! Man, I feel like this sucked more than the other ones, I love Mihawk, so writing this chapter was really fun. The fighting styles might of not been good, but I hope you enjoyed it at least.

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

My Weekly Roundup CW 29

This week was full of drama, people disappearing from other people's lives, evil antagonists, good acting and a lot of good communication. I loved so much about this weeks episodes and before I'll start, let me tell you "Team Roommates for the win!".

And yes, this will contain spoilers!

→ 1. Be My Favorite (Ep 9)

Okay, so not quite as much fluff as I had hoped for, but it was enough for me in the end. I thought the conversations were very well done again and a drunken pisaeng is just ADORABLE!

Kawi is on his way to finally understand that he can't save every future. He needs to have faith in people to go their own way. It is not in his hands that other people won't make mistakes and have no regrets. He will continue to make mistakes himself, but he can try to be the best version of himself to be there for the people he cares about. He won't protect them from getting hurt though, but he can be there for them, catching them before they fall so they can go off and make other mistakes. But it's not up to him to make the decisions about what makes a person happy and what doesn't. And I love that he has Pisaeng as a partner by his side, that he also clearly told him he wants to be able to see them both as equals so that Pisaeng's money doesn't create a power imbalance and I love it so much! I love their communication so much 😭 I hope Paer can work things out with her mom and maybe talk to her dad. Kwan and Paer both desperately need to realize their own worth and just keep their hands off Not. He should end up reap the fruits of being an asshole in the end. Please let an asshole character just be an asshole for once.

☼ 2. Wedding Plan (Ep 1)

I vibe this series so much! Oh my god! I saw the trailer and knew this series was going to captivate me. I'm into this forbidden love. Nuea is my spirtit animal! I find his love for food and dislike for gyms very relatable. I knew it wasn't going to be a classic cheating story, but am still a bit confused by how active Yiwa is in helping Lom flirt with Nuea. I'm definitely curious to see what exactly is behind the two of them and their marriage, and if a wedding between Nuea and Lom will happen in the end. That the visuals will be good in a Mame series is kind of a law, so I'm not surprised by the cast, but this birthmark on Lom's nose has a certain effect on me that I didn't know was possible. I mean look at him!

Normally I'm always a little restrained in the first episode of series, but here I'm just on fire and I apparently have to make that known, otherwise it eats me up inside 😅 I find it funny to see how he majority on here went off on PrapaiSky's wedding, and every little piece of them and PayuRain was giffed and I couldn't care less. But I am very happy to see a gay wedding! So yeah, I can't wait for the next episode! But the subtitles really are something else on iQiyi!

But you would definitely be famous for having a crush on a broom!

↑ 3. Stay With Me (Ep 9-12)

Oh man, so much has happened. First Su Yu and Wu Bi move in together, because Su Yu's dad got married and now has a new family, so to speak, in which Su Yu doesn't want to force himself in. And he wishes so much it was different, but after the mother has found a new family and the father has now also remarried, it has once again become clear to him that he also wants someone whose love is just for him and that he doesn't have to share with anyone 😭 And Wu Bi sits there and just looks at him with these puppy dog eyes and holds him by the arm - there is this person, you just have to finally admit it to yourself too. Yes, and then we see moments where Su Yu uses Wu Bi's butt as a pillow and they're bickering together and their apartment is so wonderfully colorful and lovingly decorated and welcoming and just beautiful and I'm floating through all the seventh clouds...

... and then along comes the evil ex who isn't actually an ex but acts like she is and tries to get in between Wu Bi and Su Yu and apparently she's somewhat successful at it and my gosh, what a pain in the ass that person is! I can't stand her. Great actress but such a crappy character. I hope Su Yu sees through her lies and obvious attempt to drive a wedge between them. Let her just run off with the cousin again and never come back! Surely she should realize that Su Yu doesn't like her anymore and that he is indeed Wu Bi's.

This is frustrating. I want to have Friday and be able to continue watching 😅

↓ 4. Tokyo In April Is... (Ep 6)

For a short moment I really thought that Ren was lying unconscious or knocked out by some drug in Sanada's bed at the end. I got hot and cold for a moment. Fortunately he wasn't. My heart would not have survived that after the episode. So Ren has disappeared again and Kazuma sits alone in the cold and dark apartment, thinking about all the beautiful memories he had made with Ren during the past weeks.

The only thing missing was that he would have grabbed one of Ren's t-shirts and curled up on the bed sniffing it. Then I would have done the same with a box of tissues here. Not that I didn't know that would happen, but still, it hurts. And then to watch Ren break down while Kazuma was waiting for him at home... The series keeps on hurting really good!

↑ 5. Hidden Agenda (EP 3)

Okay, I admit it, I'm starting to get hooked on the series. I love Joke. And I love that he could go on dates with Zo without having to reveal himself. Slowly, though, he's realizing that he might have a chance after all and is really putting himself out there now. Sometimes I'm a very simple girl: give me nice music, a library, intense eye contact, and a pinky that finds the courage to make first contact and you'll find me melting on the floor, squealing blissfully.

The fact that Zo is also starting to realize that he should get to know another person first, and most importantly get to know yourself in order to know if you like a person, I think is so sweet. And the heart racing he definitely has... with Joke... This is a happy-go-lucky series right now.

↓ 6. Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Ep 3)

Minato and Shin now live together, but of course they don't share a room, which is a bit frustrating for Shin. Minato, however, is starting to come out of his shell a bit. So he asks Shin if they want to go to the festival together and let him dress him. And this boy is whipped!

On the beach, he takes Shin's hand, only to pull back in fright when other people come running to the beach. There are two generations that collide in Shin and Minato. Shin is proud of his love and wants to show that they both belong together. He is not afraid of the world because he has not experienced any negative experience because of his sexuality yet. He experiences the world from a not-so-conservative lens, especially since his parents have agreed to let him live with Minato until the apartment is renovated. Minato has grown up in a more conservative world and has always hidden away until now. He is slowly letting himself be carried away by Shin, but it takes time. Such a learned behavior, and especially mindset, can't be changed overnight. And I find the process very exciting right now. It's nice to watch the two of them take care of each other and grow together.

☼ 7. Jun & Jun (Ep 1)

Childhood friends who lost touch and now find their way back to each other paired with office romance? Bring it on! It was really hard for me to watch at the beginning. My threshold for embarrassment is very low and all the action until they arrived at the office caused me some pain. I hope from the next episode it will be a little more pleasant. The first impression is still positive. I'm curious to see how the story develops, why they lost track of each other and if it will end up being a feel-good story like Our Dating Sim. One can still hope. What I can say is that the visuals are definitely appealing.

↓ 8. Low Frequency (Ep 3)

So something happened. The acting wasn't as bad as it had been one episode before. We learned that ghosts can do things if Mon lets them, at least Thames. And they can touch each other now, which led to a very strange and totally out of context scene where they touch hands, illuminated by sunlight, and it almost comes to a kiss. So yes, the setting was nice, but the scene itself was a bit oddly placed. What else happened? Thames remembers something more to the accident and is jealous. There are a few who come up as potential suspects and other than that, very little else happened for an astonishing 40 minutes. Or I just forgot all about it already....

→ 9. Dinosaur Love (Ep 5)

What do they all think is so great about cotton-candy-ball? He's a snoozer who looks like his mind is on a trip abroad and no one knows when it's coming back. And Dino... I mean, there are really intense series with jealous and toxic characters, but he's really the crowning glory of them all. The worst thing is that he reminds me of one of my exes. I think he was jealous of my bedspread itself... And that's how Dino acts... It's no excuse for obsessively possessive behavior that you like the person. The way I screamed at my screen how much I hate this! And what are these scenes? I don't have to spend five minutes watching Dino play a mobile game and talk to his buddies while cotton-candy-ball sits next to him grinning stupidly. Never thought the biggest enemy in this series was the fact that Dino is the SOTUS president and SOTUS members aren't allowed to date freshmen or be friends with them! Will they still get together? I guess we'll see next week or sometime in August... It's getting tiring, but maybe I just wasn't in the right mood for it today. Maybe the title is that way because it's outdated stereotypes that act as the main roles here?

[liaswills]

I'm head of Ravenclaw House headcannons:

The moment you failed your class, I deliver the news with great many compliments. Not to lie or to divert from the bad news, but because you'll need to see the good side to divert from the emotional crisis you'll convert into once you hear how your grades were. It will stick with you once you return on the train and at least some of it will encourage you to not go into a downwards spiral. I'll make sure to owl you a list of things to do on how to relax after a hectic semester at Hogwarts. It'll be filled with 10 jokes and 5 ways to exactly relax, suited just to your personality.

I slip random noticeboard suggestions to have house raves or parties. The students plan the party but I'm definitely letting the grey lady chaperone to make sure nobody dies of intoxication, and if anyone gets sick, she hurries to get me.

My, yes, you can always get extra Fluffy towels with me. I know the school towels aren't what they used to be and I've got a supply closet filled with thousands of blankets, towels and fluffy objects that might satisfy your very neurotypical needs.

There's a basket of random trinkets inside my office which you can grab to twitch or fumble with in conversations with me. Sometimes holding something allows us to think better or study better, I hand them out in study hall as well.

There's monthly duelling. I promote it, actually. You need to study, you need to learn and Ravenclaw has the best duelling room Hogwarts has ever known.... ;)

Course I'll help you if you're afraid of the Dark. No, it is not a burden. Wake me tf up. I'll stand in the corridor all night if you think there's a boogeyman hidden in the closet. Trust me, as head of Ravenclaw, I'll bring you some nice warm drink and consider telling you some random tale about whatever fits best at the big hearth in the common room before sending you to bed with a half moon 🌙 shaped night lantern.

I tolerate zero bullying, however. You'll have to scrub the balcony, I'm afraid. That high up, we have loads of birds that shit on the edges. Though, on the bright side, it is beautiful at night to gaze at the stars. And manual labour makes teenagers regret their decisions at life. Plus, after 1hr you can leave. I'll pop in to check up on you but I'm always lenient to let you go off with a good word of wisdom.

Lockhart and I don't get on. The whole house is ofcourse, making notes of the whole situation. I visit him in the hospital though, turns out he's still as loony as he was before but less cocky. From then on, I make a basket with trinkets Ravenclaws can make creative artsy things and put them in the Lockhart donation bucket. Because the lesson in it is, even the loony bin (ironically) is worth of creativity and personal attention.

At Christmas, the whole common room is covered in a snowlike appearance. I don't want to exert in garlands so they're mostly made of neutral colours. That way, I don't cause the whole of Ravenclaw to have aneurysms and everyone keeps a happy atmosphere and a winter spirit.

You bet your ass I'm crashing your parties, flaunting some groovy moves and singing ABBA.

Every month there is some kind of event. Something I make up as we go. Karaoke night. A harvest party. Valentines day rave. Samhain Trivia night. It's all themed. Mostly diverted with activities for the first to third years and the fourth to seventh years get to enjoy some real good times with open doors hour. That time other houses can freely walk into the commonroom and join their party. :) the ravenclaw tower is too far up anyway, nobody hears anything.

I get in trouble with Dumbledore so often you'd think I was a student. He tolerates me as I am the only pro-LGBTQ professor who knows he's 🍓fruity🍓 along with Prof Mcgonagall. We greatly discuss the most handsome wizards in Witch Weekly each weekend.

I look a lot like the grey lady. We also walk a lot together in deep conversation, which is when some students listen in or enjoy the topic of conversation in secret.

I give Muggle Born parents a full on manual on how to respond to certain topics regarding Trolls, the grading system, Spells, Wand regulations, a short guideline on wizarding laws to abide by and all the missing stuff they haven't received from the deputy or Headmaster.

Homework help for all examination stress students & counselling of course. No need to feel ashamed if you want to have a witch weekly about how to flirt with that random ass slytherin student you've been passing eyes at. I'll give you a thumbs up.

There's always 1 big end of the year party.

The Quidditch Team has the best hours to practice, especially cause I get up so early to set the dates for them.

We have a room in the Ravenclaw Tower just for naps & meditation or destressing. It's a quiet area.

On nights before exams I give everyone enough food during their late night studying. Even cupcakes and freshly baked cookies or warm soup.

[daringtosing]

What a relief!

It was just such a pleasure, to know that those above the surface could be just as kind as those below. The fact Murk were willing to help her out spoke volumes. Ariel had only met a handful of surface dwellers who behaved so kindly. Hopefully, he wouldn't be too shocked by her appearance. In spite of her progress in learning more about the surface world and, in turn, teaching surface dwellers of the world beneath the waves, there had still been many who ran away at the sight of her tail.

And the ones she had to fight off with her hydrokinesis, those who wanted to capture her and put her in an aquarium.

"Murk it is. I really love it when people call me by my first name, without a title. There's no need to call me 'miss'!"

Would he believe her if she mentioned how she was actually a princess? Being a princess wasn't what she truly wanted to be, though she accepted the responsibility that came with it. Thank goodness it was her older sister Attina who was going to be heiress ot the throne. Ariel wasn't required to learn even half the stuff her oldest sister was.

"Your arm! It's so beautiful!"

Being a fan of jewelry, and especially crystals, she was stunned by Murk's beauty. She'd seen a lot of things, and this wasn't anything like any of it. Jewelry was very important to merperson culture. Ariel's lack of bracelets, rings, and even necklaces were due to the fact she never brought them up to the surface. Too afraid she might looks something special to her.

Ariel swam right along, and as she looked towards where he was going, she could notice the pink as well. He deserved the truth about her status. She could only 'swim' through the air, above the water itself. There just wasn't enough moisture today, she had to draw upon the ocean itself.

"Oh, I'd just love the chance to explore the land! Ever since I was a teenager, I've dreamt of walking along the beach, feeling the sand on my..." A pause. Come on now, she knew this! "Toes, they're called, right?"

...Hopefully she knew this.

"The truth is, I'm princess of Altantica, the seventh daughter of the sea. Since I'm not heiress to the throne, I like to study surface things! I used to call myself a humanologist, until I learned there are so many other fascinating beings on land!" There's a laugh in her voice, as cheerful as the sunshine. "I want to learn as much as I can, and maybe somehow, bring our two worlds together."

The closer they got, the more she could tell. That was her satchel! How exciting was this? To meet a being that was nice enough to talk to her as though she were anyone else. It got so tiring, 'princess this', and 'princess that'. Why couldn't she be her own mermaid?

"That's it! Oh my gosh! I bet it still has all the cool surface stuff I found before the storm ended!"

Laughter once again filled the air as she quickly made her way towards it, holding it close to her chest for just a moment, before lowering herself onto one of the rocks.

"Say, if you're not busy, could you help me identify some of the cool stuff I found? You'd know better than I would!"

"Pink seaweed satchel..." Murk repeated under his breath. That...had to be the strangest object he'd ever been asked to find. Still- he'd offered his aid, and trying to find such an object shouldn't be too difficult. He began to wander the sands of the beach, each step a cascade of particles. But never did he stray too far from the ginger in the waves.

"I've seen a vast assortment of strange things in my time, don't worry." If worst came to worst...he could always....turn back...-- No. No, he'd find it in the here and now. Matching hues flashed across the beach in search of the pink satchel- for a moment wondering if the item had gotten slightly buried by sand in the storm. His sandals dug a little into the off-yellow grains, kicking it slightly out to see if he could unbury it.

Murk was very much the opposite. Ever since his...rebirth- he had become a lot more of an introverted soul. Of course, it had never reached out to others prior, either...so perhaps its rebirth had just- allowed him the little spark he needed to truly try to find others. His head turned slightly, bright green eyes pausing at the sight.

A mermaid....so the rumors of merbians were true- as were the ones about mermaids, it would seem. He offered a rather faint smile- a nod of his head. She was being upfront about what she was and who she was, from the start...so he supposed it would only be fair to offer the same kindness.

Especially given that most would rather hunt merfolk down than aid them, which meant this was an even bigger risk for the girl.

"....I am Mephiles, but I prefer to be called Murk." He bowed his head gently, having felt the slight burn in his eyes as the girl's tail had flashed in the sun. "I'll admit, I never thought I would meet one of your kind...but it is nice to meet you, miss Ariel." He glanced around for a moment, making sure none were near...before daring to let smoke billow off one arm, revealing a crystalline structure underneath.

"Much like you, I am not..quite what I appear to be, on the surface." And..was that a glimmer of pink he could see, caught on some rocks towards the east end of the beach? Though whether it was seaweed, a shell, or just his mind playing tricks on him...he couldn't tell for certain from this distance. "Do you enjoy wandering on land every now and again, then?" Even as he began to walk towards the rocks, he figured a little conversation would be well accepted. Murk's skills in it were a bit rusty, but they weren't the absolute worst- and he figured the seemingly-extroverted mermaid would like the engagement.

[efyra]

Bubble Bath • Fred Weasley

pairing: dad!fred weasley x mom!reader

summary: after an exhausting day at work, fred comes back home to his wonderful family.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: fluff (?); mentions of sex.

author’s note: i had a dream about having kids with fred and this idea came into my mind - so i just had to write it?

like always, i’m sorry for any grammar mistake 🥺

reblogs are always welcome

you can check my other works here

The first time Fred Weasley thought "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life" - which he could remember - was in a summer of 1985 when Bill and Charlie taught him and George how to play Exploding Snap. The second was when he started his studies at Hogwarts in September 1989. The third was the following year when he and George were accepted into the Gryffindor’s Quidditch team as beaters. The fourth time was on a winter's afternoon in 1993 when he had his first kiss. The fifth was when the dream of opening a joke shop with his twin had become even closer to reality after Harry gave them the Triwizard Tournament prize. The sixth was in a 1995 night when he lost his virginity. The seventh time was the day Weasley's Wizard Wheezes opened at Diagon Alley in 1996. The eighth was in May 1998 with the defeat of Lord Voldemort. The ninth was when he met you on a spring morning in 2001. The tenth time was when you agreed to go on a date with him a few days later. And since then, Fred Weasley had lost the count. 

But he remembered the most special days. 

The day you kissed. The first night you spent together. The lunch his mother prepared at the Burrow so that you could be introduced to the Weasley family. When you finally said "I love you" to each other. That afternoon you agreed to have a picnic, but you didn't check if it would rain and came home soaked. The next morning that Fred woke up sick and you made him some soup. The time you two couldn't sleep then you stayed up all night talking while drinking hot chocolate. When Fred asked you to marry him on the first day of a new year. That summer day in 2004 when you and Fred said "I do" and made a vow to love each other for all eternity. The dinner where you revealed that you were pregnant with your first child together. The day Maeve Weasley was born and your world had changed completely. And since then, Fred Weasley went to sleep every day thinking, "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life." 

He was enchanted with every little moment. 

Fred was thrilled the moment he hold Maeve for the first time and nested her in his arms; he pressed a delicate kiss on her forehead, feeling that newborn baby smell and watching her sleep peacefully, finally realizing that she was his baby - his baby to care for, to protect, to love; his daughter. 

He remembered the first time Maeve opened a toothless smile, that she babbled something in the baby’s language, when she ate solid food when she was six-months-old and ended up with banana puree - made by mommy - all over her face, the way she clapped her hands when she heard Hermione singing muggle’s nursery rhymes, when she took her first steps two weeks after her one-year birthday. Fred was not ashamed to admit that he cried when Maeve first called him "Daddy", that he got emotional every time she lay on his chest and fell asleep there as if it was the most comfortable place in the world, of how he couldn't stop smiling silly while watching her dance "head, shoulders, knees and toes". Since Maeve was born, Fred Weasley thought he couldn't be happier. 

But you got pregnant again; and in 2008, Alexander Weasley was born - better known as "lil’ Alex". 

And Fred was, once again, in heaven. 

Just like happened with Maeve, he was enchanted by his son from the moment he heard that little weeping for the first time; he couldn't help but be amazed to see that the e/c color of your irises were reflected in Alex's eyes, that his nose was very similar to his father's and that he had much more hair than his sister when she was born - and once again, he had fallen in love with that newborn baby smell. 

Fred's heart melted completely when he saw the scene of you in bed holding Alex in your arms while Maeve was sitting next to you, her neck stretching so she could see her little brother more closely; he opened a broad smile with that vision, the vision of his family - his to care for, to protect, to love, his family.

That day, Fred sat next to you on the bed, taking Maeve on his lap and placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body; he remembered the way you looked at him with a tender smile decorating your face and said: "you and I make beautiful babies," but before he could answer, Maeve exclaimed: "but Alex looks like smashed potato!”.  Fred used his free hand to tickle his daughter briefly, who let out an angelic laugh and squirmed in his arms, saying: "not the tickle monster, Daddy!", he laughed once again, kissing Maeve's fluffy cheek; his heart seemed to barely fit inside his chest of how much love he felt at that moment. Then, your head rested on his shoulder, Fred turned his head to give you a long kiss on the temple; you, in turn, lifted your face towards your husband, sealing your lips in a very short but passionate kiss - passion for the beautiful family you built together, for the life full of joys that awaited you and without forgetting, of course, the overwhelming passion you still felt for each other. 

It wasn't always easy. 

Despite the joys that fatherhood brought in your lives, conciliating raising your children with your jobs and the marital relationship was something that sometimes you failed at. Sometimes you fought for silly reasons, other times for more serious issues, but you never forgot that in the first place you loved each other. 

The worst fight you and Fred had was when the two of you were facing difficulties at work, and without even noticing it, you started to take your frustrations out on each other; you both spent a whole day not talking - just talking about your children - but in the late afternoon, when you and the redhead were distracted with work matters while Maeve and Alex were playing in the middle of the  living room, your daughter shouted cheerfully: "Mom, Dad, look! Alex likes when I dance!", the two of you immediately dropped the papers you were reading and watched the scene before your eyes: Maeve - with 3 years-old - was making extravagant ballet moves and Alex - who had just completed 8 months - was sitting on the fuzzy carpet, applauding his sister with a smile of few teeth decorating his face. At that moment, your eyes met with Fred's, and as if you were having a mental conversation, you two agreed: "No work in this world was more important than this: Maeve dancing ballet while Alex applauded". When the children slept, you had a long talk and made up in the best possible way: in bed. 

And you were fine. Better than just fine; you and Fred were happy with the life you built together. And even if some days weren't so good, the redhead would still sleep thinking that he had lived the happiest day of his life because it was one more day by your side while raising your children together, because it was one more day with his family. 

Today, Fred felt exhausted; he and George stayed until later at the shop because they needed to make an inventory of their products, and even though they had several employees so they didn't need to overload themselves with work, that task was something they didn't trust anyone else to do but each other. 

As soon as he arrived at his home through Floo Network, Fred was surprised that there was nobody in the living room and that no three-years-old girl jumped on his arms saying: "Daddy, Daddy, you're home!", but he heard laughter coming from the upper floor. He took off his shoes and socks, leaving them in the corner, and went upstairs; Fred followed that familiar sound and stopped in front of the bathroom suite you two shared, which was with the door ajar. 

For a moment, he allowed himself to watch the scene: inside of a huge white ceramic bathtub, were his wonderful children and sitting on a stool right next to it while holding Alex - who had already completed one year old - with both hands, you were wearing only a simple t-shirt and cotton shorts, your hair was in a tight bun on the top of your head; you were laughing while looking at Maeve, who was pretending to be a fish and imitating Dory's line in "Finding Nemo" when was speaking whale - you two really thanked Hermione for all the childish entertainment she introduced to you over the years -; the little girl was talking to Alex - who was supposed to be the whale.

"Ah, so you’re there" Fred said with a broad smile on his face; Maeve exclaimed an excited "daddy", splashing drops of water on all directions when she jumped. "I thought I was abandoned" he joked, walking towards the bathtub, and squatting close to where you were. "Hi, baby."

"Hi, love" you answered, smiling sweetly and leaning slightly towards your husband so you can greet him with a peck on the lips. 

Fred also greeted his children, saying tenderly: "Hi, little princess. Hi, little prince"; you two chatted distractedly while watching your children play in the bathtub - Maeve still pretended to be a fish and Alex played with a rubber duck. 

"How was your day?" he asked. 

"Normal" you shrugged. "Nothing new, which is a relief." 

"That's good. And how are our little angels?" 

"They've had dinner, played a lot and now they're taking a bath to go to bed. Did you have dinner?" 

"Yes, I ate something at the shop with George." Fred placed a hand on your knee, squeezing it gently. "I'm sorry for staying..."

"Don't apologize" you interrupted him. Your husband had never helped you to take care of the children; he had never helped you because that was his job too - he wasn’t “helping” you; he was taking care of his kids. Fred never expected compliments or medals for putting his children on bed, for giving them food, for waking up in the middle of the night when they were crying or for changing diapers; he knew that those were his responsibilities as much as they were yours. "I know" you sent him a reassuring smile. Days like this when you and Fred didn't do those things together were very rare - after all, you were partners for life. 

"Thank you" your husband smiled.

"And what about your day? Could you finish the inventory?" you asked. 

He let out a tired sigh, watching Alex chewing on the rubber duck. "Well... yes, but not everything. I still need..." 

"Daddy!" Maeve demanded his attention, interrupting him. "Look what I can do!" she said before immersing her head in the water for a short second before pulling it up again, her hair sticking to her cheeks as she wiped the water off her face. "See?" she opened her eyes and looked at her father, waiting for his answer. 

The redhead didn't take long to react, quickly applauding enthusiastically. "Wow, princess! You truly are a little fish! Did you see her, Mommy?" he looked at you. 

"I did, Daddy!" you smiled. "Our little Maeve already is a big girl!" 

Fred got rid of his jacket and tie, rolled up his sleeves to his elbow and sat on the bathroom floor, standing next to the bathtub as he listened intently to his daughter tell him about her fun day with Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur; Maeve said that Uncle Harry and Ginny showed up for a visit, so she played with her cousins all afternoon - she was asleep when you arrived at the Burrow right after work, but Alex was very agitated. 

You both took the opportunity that the little girl was very distracted and started to give your children a bath; you were soaping Alex's body while Fred washed Maeve's hair. He took the handheld shower and used it to rinse the shampoo, being careful to not let the foam fall in her eyes or ear. So, you two changed; now, you washed Maeve's body while Fred poured the baby shampoo on Alex's hair. Your husband stayed on his knees, leaning over the bathtub to hold his son firmly with one arm while using the other to give him a bath; the one-year-old was still very focused on chewing the rubber duck. 

Fred laughed. "You really like this toy, don't you, big boy?" he said to his son, who looked at his direction with his big e/c eyes. "This lil' duck is tasty, isn't it?" he said in a higher pitch and musical tone. Alex pushed the rubber toy away from his mouth just to laugh at his father, bouncing in his arms. "Yeah, you like it," the redhead smiled. "Maybe you can tell Grandpa Arthur what is the function of these rubber ducks, huh?"

You were washing Maeve's armpits when you heard the sound of your son laughing; you looked at that direction and a broad smile appeared on your face as you watched Fred talking to Alex about his toy. Then, your daughter also laughed. 

"Mommy!" she said between laughs. "You're tickling me!" 

"I'm sorry, honey," you said with a smile, pulling the little girl close so you could give her a kiss on the cheek. 

Minutes later, the children were properly dressed in their pajamas and Fred went to take a bath. And the scene he found when he returned to his room was even more adorable than the one in the bathroom: you were with your back against the headboard and, on each arm, you nested Maeve and Alex while singing them a lullaby as they were drinking hot milk from their bottle. 

His daughter was the one who saw him leaning against the door, she demanded that he come to bed with you, and as soon as Fred did, Maeve left her position to lay her head on her father's chest - now you and Fred were lying on the edge of the bed and your children in the middle of you two. 

"Daddy, can you tell us a story?" the little girl asked. 

"I don't know, honey," he said. "Mommy was singing."

"But the song's over, isn't it, Mommy?" your daughter looked at you. 

"Yes, dear" you nodded, opening a little smile. 

"Will you, Daddy? Please?" Maeve made a pout. "Alex also wants you to tell us a story," she looked at her little brother, who was almost asleep on his mother's arms. "Yes, Daddy, tell us a story," she said in a soft tone - as if it was the little boy talking - "see? He wants it too!" 

You both laughed at your daughter's little trick. "Well, Daddy, it seems they want you to tell us a story," you shrugged, still with a smile on your face. 

"How can I deny a request from the three loves of my life, huh?" Fred smiled, squeezing Maeve in his arms and giving her a kiss on the forehead. 

You listened carefully as your husband told the story of two fire-haired brothers who fought against a terrible one-eyed monster and managed to obtain a precious magical item: a map that led them to various adventures around the world. And when the two brothers discovered how to get to the Candy Land, you and Fred noticed that your children were already deeply asleep in your arms. 

You both shared a look and a smile. A passionate look at the love that existed in your family. A proud smile for the life you had together. 

"I love you" your husband whispered at you.

"I love you too" you whispered back. 

And before Fred fell asleep, he thought, "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life."

taglist: @eunoia-kth

[wlwmarvelenthusiast]

More Than A Friend

Summary: A weekend trip with Carol leads you to realize you might like her a little more than you'd thought.

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 6,194

You crept into the bar. It was a rowdy place, even this early in the evening. Your eyes scanned the crowd, taking in all the different people that were scattered throughout the room. The football game was playing on the TV, but unfortunately, it wasn't really your sport. Finally, your eyes landed on a blonde sitting at the bar. You moved toward her, a smirk on your face. You didn't even bother to slide into the seat next to her.

Your hand touched her hip and your lips were right next to her ear when you spoke. "What's a beautiful thing like you doing all alone here?"

She startled a little, whipping to face you. When she saw you, though, she smacked you away, an unamused expression taking over the surprised look she'd had a minute ago. You slid onto the stool next to her, eyes watching as the bartender held up a single finger to indicate he'd be over to you in a moment. You only nodded in acknowledgment before turning back to the girl beside you, the smirk still on your lips.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" She rolled her eyes.

"Come off it, Care-bear, you love me."

"Christ, I hate when you call me that."

"I apologize, oh Captain, my captain."

The bartender arrived and prevented her from retaliating. You didn't even bother looking back at her as you ordered your drink of choice, glancing up at the football game that you didn't care about in order to not look at Carol. She finally snorted and bumped her shoulder against yours. It made you look back at her, unable to keep a smile from forming on your face when she gave you a hearty wink. She laughed.

"How was work?"

You shrugged. "People are idiots."

When you were sixteen, you'd worked a retail job where you'd learned just how stupid people really were. You'd learned that fully-grown adults had nothing better in their lives to do than yell at teenaged, minimum wage workers during their spare time for nothing more than a minor inconvenience. When you'd become an Avenger, you thought that would stop. You were incorrect. You might not have been a teenaged retail worker anymore, but people found a reason to lose their temper anyway- even right after you'd saved their life.

"That good, huh?" She chuckled.

"Are people nicer on other planets, Care-bear? Take me with you?"

"They're not, no," Carol huffed, sipping from her glass. "And the drinks don't taste as good."

You wondered what she was drinking that she seemed to be enjoying so much. It was colourful, and had, at this point, piqued your interest. You reached out and snatched from where it sat in front of her on the bar. You sniffed it first. It was something fruity, that was all you could figure. Finally, you dared raise the glass to your lips. The second the liquid touched your tongue you felt like you might overdose on sugar and sweetness.

"Oh, my God, Carol!" You exclaimed, setting the drink back down on the bar top and sliding it to her. "What the hell is that?"

"She got it extra sweet," the bartender said as he walked by. "Your friend's got a sugar addiction."

It didn't seem to bother her at all. While you felt you could puke from the sugar content alone, she was sipping it happily. You rolled your eyes at her, reaching for your own drink, much preferring the taste of it. Carol turned to you suddenly, the straw still between her lips. You watched as she lowered it back down, using the same straw to stir the drink around, the ice clinking off the side of the glass as she did. She sipped it again.

"What's our weekend plans, then?" Carol asked finally.

"Who says I have plans with you?"

"Oh, please. You practically begged me to come stay on Earth for a weekend."

"I did absolutely no such thing."

You absolutely did do that. Carol was away from Earth more often than not and you missed her. It wasn't like it was a crime to. So, you'd phoned her up and asked her over and over to come spend just one weekend on Earth with you. She'd finally agreed on the eighth ask, and now here you sat; on the right of the girl you'd missed so dearly, teasing her relentlessly about whatever that abomination was swirling around in her glass.

"We're taking my new car on a little road trip," you finally gave, sipping your drink. "Music, fast-food, and deep talks on the interstate."

"Snacks?"

"Snacks too," you promised with a chuckle. "And we can get a nice motel room or pitch a tent at night. Whichever you please."

You had to laugh at the smile that had crept over her face. The way she giggled in excitement, you had to wonder if it'd just been too long since her last day off or if the alcohol had gotten to her already. She waved the bartender lever as she finished hers. He placed a new one in front of her, and she thanked him quickly, bringing it close and immediately bringing the straw between her lips. You wondered whether the sugar or alcohol content would hospitalize her quicker.

"So, when do we leave?" She chirped.

"In the morning. Don't drink too much. You'll get hungover and I want to actually have fun."

She stuck her tongue out at you. You rolled your eyes in response, finishing your own drink and then declining another. You didn't want to be hungover when you were the one driving the two of you around. The bartender brought you a pop instead. You sipped on it, watching a bar-goer stumbled over with a drunk grin on his face and tapped Carol on the shoulder. He said something you didn't quite hear, but you saw Carol nod. He took her hands and dragged her onto the dance floor. You brought her drink toward you.

Carol was a flirt. She always had been. She was a flirt with you, your teammates, and strangers. She was also gay. This dance with this guy didn't mean much to her. You weren't sure if it even meant much to him. You couldn't be sure that he'd even remember this dance. He was absolutely wasted, and it wasn't even midnight. Regardless, he seemed to be enjoying it. His eyes travelled up and down Carol's body and you squeezed the glass in your hand a little tighter. You were protective of her, despite knowing she could absolutely hold her own.

When the song finished, she winked at him, retreating back to your spot at the bar. She finished up her drink and then insisted the two of you head back to your place and that you were right: she didn't want to be nursing a hangover while you were supposed to be having a good time. You paid the bartender and then linked your arm with hers, leading her out the door and onto the streets. She glanced up at the tall buildings around her. A smile had formed on her face.

"You don't appreciate how beautiful this place is."

You glanced up at the glowing buildings that towered above you and marvelled, for a moment, at the soft light that radiated off them. Your gaze was tugged downward, though, at a rustling noise. You were snapped back into the reality of your city as you watched a rat scurry along the curb of the sidewalk in the direction opposite you. You chuckled at that, motioning to it as you looked up to catch Carol's bright gaze.

"Surely some of those planets are far more beautiful than this."

She shrugged. "Some, maybe. Some are worse. Some are kind of alike to this. This has always been my favourite, though."

You might have understood that if Carol had taken the time to visit the actual beautiful parts of the Earth. But she was always in the city. She'd never gone to stare in amazement at a waterfall or glance at towering mountains. She had never seen the true beauties of this Earth, and you promised in that moment to change that fact. If she thought New York City was beautiful, she would be blown off her feet by the things you showed her.

"One day, Carol, I'll show you the actual beautiful things on this Earth."

"You're pretty beautiful yourself."

You smacked her. That was her flirty side coming out once again. It didn't mean anything. It never had. So, you wondered what that strange flutter in your chest was when she said the words. You ignored it, passing it off as a longing for a meaningful relationship. You hadn't had one of those in a while now. You probably just wanted someone to say those words to you and mean it. You made a mental note to sign up for an online dating site after the weekend had passed. It was too hard to meet people in your line of work without them.

"Yeah, I know," was all you gave in response.

When you glanced over at her, she had a grin on her face.

It wasn't long until you'd reached your apartment building. You smiled at the front desk as you entered the lobby and immediately made for the elevator. You pressed the button to the seventh floor and waited patiently for the doors. You knew Carol was suppressing a squeal of glee when they arrived. She usually just flew everywhere. Using simple inventions like this one had always gotten her more excited than the average person. To anyone else, an elevator was just a boring elevator.

"Can I do it?" She asked as you pulled out your key.

Carol really was just like a child, in a sense. Everything was so advanced out in space that these were the things she enjoyed doing. You pointed out the bronze key and watched her run ahead. She practically skipped the distance to your apartment door. She pushed the key into the lock and turned it, glancing back at you and smiling widely when the door pushed open. You smiled affectionately as you took the key back from her.

She may not have visited Earth overly often, but every time she did, she visited your apartment. Resultantly, she knew her way around. She knew, as well, that you didn't mind in the slightest if she made herself at home. She slid her shoes off and jumped onto the couch, pulling the blanket down over top of her and snuggling into it. You actually took a photo of the sight before you moved into the room behind her, lifting her legs, sitting on the couch, and then dropping them back over your lap.

"Can we watch a movie?" Carol asked, pleading gaze turning to you.

You showed her the remote you'd been reaching for. "Already on it, Captain Danvers."

"I take it back," she giggled, tossing her head back so that it hit the armrest. "That's worse. You can call me-"

"Aw, my Care-Bear!" You laughed, shifting your position so you could throw your arms around her shoulders.

Carol grunted at the impact against her torso. Once you settled, though, she breathed a little easier. You were both squished against one side of the couch, now, but the closeness was nothing new to you. You still had the remote in hand, and aimed it at the TV, managing to get it to Netflix. You flicked on a random horror movie, setting the remote back down on the coffee table in front of you. You nestled back into the cushions.

It had always amused you how jumpy Carol got when she watched horror movies. She was a literal superhero that fought literal aliens all the night and day and yet a ghost jumping out of a darkened corridor had her cringing away from the TV screen and pulling the blanket further up her body as if in an attempt to protect her. She would always adamantly deny it if you ever brought it up later. You would never show her the picture you had of her, fuzzy blue blanket pulled all the way up to her nose, eyes wide, as she watched The Conjuring. She would delete it off your phone as you slept.

Today, though, her nerves seemed to be calmed somewhat by the cup of tea she had clasped between her hands. She looked entirely content, sitting cross-legged on the couch with that same fuzzy blanket draped over her lap and a grey, ceramic mug warming her palms. The alcohol had clearly gotten to her a little, you realized, as you watched her eyelids droop every once in a while. The corner of your mouth tilted upward ever so slightly. She was wide awake a moment later.

It was a sudden jump scare. Even being half asleep, Carol was still paying attention. So, when the TV boomed and there was a flash and a scream, she jumped. The tea that she'd been holding in her lap sloshed over the edges, a large amount of liquid soaking into the couch cushions. You were out of your seat in an instant, reaching for the remote to pause. Carol was apologizing profusely, jumping to her feet and following you to the kitchen.

"It's okay, Carol. It's fine," you chuckled, wetting a dish towel and grabbing some paper towels. "Hey, it's fine. Really. Chill out."

Carol seemed hesitant to do that. When you lightheartedly flicked the wet towel at her, though, she finally smiled taking the paper towel out of your hand and heading back to the living room, pressing the paper towel into the couch and absorbing as much of the liquid as she could. When she'd finished, you used the wet rag to clean the beverage out. As you tossed the paper towel away and threw the dishrag into the kitchen sink, you stood back and took a look at the large wet spot on the couch.

"Guess we're moving to my room, then. Let's go, Care-Bear."

Carol nodded. She trod behind you into the bedroom, where you flopped onto the bed. She was lagging behind and you waved her onward to hurry her up. She finally jumped onto the bed and sat next to you, sliding her legs underneath the covers. You turned on the small TV in your room and resumed the movie you'd been watching. In the soft comfort of the bed, though, it seemed the tug for sleep was greater. Carol's eyes finally fluttered shut and she lay down against the pillows. You chuckled, turning off the movie.

You, unlike your friend, hadn't fallen asleep involuntary. You were able to head to the bathroom and brush your teeth before yawning tiredly and deciding to join. You padded back into the room, climbed under the covers, shut off the lights, and lay your head onto your own pillow. You smiled once at Carol's sleeping figure before you shut your eyes, letting sleep take you.

*

As hard as you tried to convince her, you weren't able to get Carol to stick her head back inside the sunroof. You weren't sure how to breeze was so exhilarating to her. The superhuman could fly faster than your car was going right now. The wind in her hair had to be a familiar feeling at this point. Plus, there were no laws against flying above the interstate to feel the wind in your hair. There were, however, laws about standing with your entire torso stuck out the roof of the car.

You'd given up a while ago. If she fell out, she'd be just fine. If she got you a ticket? Oh, there would be serious hell to pay. She'd agreed to that already. You'd honestly be surprised, though, if she did get ticketed. It'd be quite a sight to see: a measly police officer ticketing the Human-Kree Hybrid superhero. That sight alone might actually be worth the fine you would have to pay. By the time she'd pulled her head back in, though, blonde hair windblown and a smile plastered to her face, you'd yet to see a single cop.

"Have fun?" You asked, doing up the sunroof.

"Absolutely. You should try."

"Do you know how to drive?" You scoffed.

"I can fly a ship."

"Yeah, I'm sure UFO controls are much different than cars so I'm gonna have to politely ask you to stay the hell away from my car."

Carol only stuck her tongue out at you. She still didn't do her seatbelt up yet. She twisted her body so that she could reach into the back seat. You turned back to the road, but when you shot a second glance at her a few seconds later, she was popping open a can of Pringles with a large grin on her face. She bit down onto a chip with a giggle before turning the can to you. You reached into it with one hand and took a small handful of them, setting them down on the centre console for easier access.

"Where are we staying tonight?" Carol asked through a mouthful of chips.

"A campground up in a small town in Ontario," you hummed. "It's still a good few hours away. I'd ask if you wanted to stop for food, but I'd guess you've filled up on snacks."

She dug through her backpack. "Do I need this?"

She held up the passport you'd made her get last time the two of you had headed up to Toronto. Despite the fact that she really wasn't a citizen of the United States... or even of Earth, you'd managed to get S.H.I.E.L.D. to make you an exception for Carol. It was the perks of being an Avenger, and a close friend of Nick Fury, you supposed. To answer her question, you simply nodded your head as you reached for the Gatorade in your cup holder. She stuck the papers back into her bag.

"So, are you seeing anyone?"

The question almost made you spit the red beverage onto the steering wheel. It wasn't that you and Carol had never talked about it. She was one of your closest friends, after all. She was the first one you'd called when you'd realized your feelings for your last girlfriend, and she was the first one you'd called when you'd broken up. Carol wasn't someone you didn't talk about your love life with. It was just that it was completely and entirely out of the blue. It didn't help that the answer was still no, even after the long period of time since she'd last asked it.

You'd tried to assure yourself that you were just busy with work. It wasn't a lie. You'd been busy as hell ever since Loki's sceptre had inexplicably gone missing after the Battle in New York. But it wasn't just that, you knew full well. Something seemed to be wrong with your brain, or maybe your heart. Maybe it was just that your standards were practically in the clouds, but no one seemed attractive to you anymore. Not even the girl Natasha had tried to set you up with (and you were well convinced that Natasha only knew attractive people).

"Not at the moment, no," you finally admitted. "You?"

"On-and-off," she shrugged. "Just a girl from a planet called Xandar."

A pang of jealousy struck your chest. You were carving something- anything. You would've given anything even for something on-and-off just about now. Had it really been that long? You could hardly believe you were jealous of her. It wasn't like you to be jealous of something someone else had. You were supposed to be happy for her, not sulking over your own lack of a love life... or sex life. You forced a smile at her, wishing it could be real.

"Oh, yeah? Tell me about her."

"Not too much to tell," Carol said, biting down on a potato chip. "She's cute, funny, sweet. A little younger than me, but most people are," she chuckled as she glanced over at you. You plastered a phone smile back onto your lips and forced a laugh from your chest. "Her name's Alya."

You almost grumbled, but managed to bite your tongue on time. You resorted to ripping open a packet of gummy bears in order to keep your mouth full and therefore unable to make any snarky comments. Carol didn't seem to notice that, only reaching over and grabbing a green bear out of the bag. Though you might have been a little frustrated, you let her. It wasn't her fault that you were touch-starved and desperate.

"You know, we could spend this trip trying to find you a girlfriend," Carol grinned, tossing a candy into the air and catching it in her mouth.

"No," you denied immediately. You didn't need for her to see how weird your head was being right now. You were certain there was no one she could find that would be able to snap you out of this strange state of no one being attractive to you, yet craving someone. "I'm not looking for a girlfriend in Ontario."

"What's wrong with girls from Ontario?" Carol teased.

She'd been to Ontario once before. She'd pointed out that, though they may have dressed a little different and talked a little different, the girls from Ontario were just as attractive as the girls from New York. You'd had to point out that, at the time, she'd had a girlfriend. With Carol's ogling at girls on Earth, clearly, she and the girlfriend hadn't been working out well. They'd broken up two weeks later, leaving them both a little hurt, but not beyond repair. Even still, they saw each other for lunch or for a drink, but just as friends. It was admirable; the respect they had retained for one another.

"Nothing is wrong with girls from Ontario," you huffed. "I'm just not in the mood. This is supposed to be our weekend."

"What if I want to spend our weekend finding you a girl?"

"I don't. Drop it," you finally snapped.

Immediately guilt rushed to settle in the pit of your stomach. You readjusted your grip on the steering wheel as your gaze refused to leave the road in front of you. You didn't want to glance over at the frown that had surely taken the place of that infectious smile you loved so dearly. You definitely didn't want to look at it knowing that you were the cause of it. Carol was so incredibly joyful all the time and that was one of the things you loved about her. To be the one who had taken that joy from her, even momentarily, broke your heart.

"I'm sorry," you muttered.

She didn't answer that.

You attempted to swallow the lump in your throat as you tried to focus on driving instead of picturing the frown that was probably tugging at each of Carol's features. You wished you could actually physically kick yourself for what you'd done. She didn't deserve you snapping at her like that. She hadn't done anything wrong. You were just being pissy for reasons you weren't sure even you quite understood. You finally turned to her, but she was looking out the window.

"Look, Carol-"

"Hey, don't worry. Sorry I pushed."

You didn't deserve Carol Susan Jane Danvers one single bit. She deserved more than the world and you swore right then you'd work every moment to give that to her. Despite how you'd treated her for reasons she couldn't possibly have understood, when she turned to you, she was still smiling. As always, her smile put a smile on your face too. You turned away from those soft brown eyes to glance back at the road in front of you.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I snapped. I just... it's a long story, Care-Bear."

"We've got a long ride ahead of us," she tried.

"I don't know that I'm feeling like talking about it right this second," you admitted.

She seemed to accept that. You felt her touch your arm with her hand. Warmth seemed to rush from her touch, up your arms, and into your chest. How one person could instill such comfort into you amazed you. She said a few soft words to you that you didn't quite hear, but you felt you might not need to. You knew they were words of comfort. Just that knowledge was enough to put a smile onto your face. Your eyes flickered from her to the road.

"No problem," Carol chimed. Then, without missing a single beat, she changed the subject. "Hey, which bag did you put the Fuzzy Peaches in?"

"The green backpack."

Just like that, it was easy again. Carol didn't let you linger on just how upset you were for more than a second. She practically dived into the back seat for the backpack, reappearing with the orange package in her hand. She plopped back down into her seat, still refused to put her seatbelt on, and ripped the package open. She reached out and turned up the music when one of your favourite songs came on. You wondered if she knew that.

*

"No! That piece goes over here!" You insisted.

Carol frowned and handed you the long pole.

Pitching a tent with an alien who hadn't even known was a tent was, up until five minutes ago, was not easy. She'd practically rolled herself up like a burrito in the rain fly right after nearly putting the stakes directly through the floor to pin the tent down. You'd been guiding her, preventing any damage from coming to it. She was listening intently, making sure she did everything exactly how you said. She stuck the peg through the guy line and looked at you.

"Like that?"

"Yeah. Perfect. I think we're just about done, Care-Bear."

At that, she unzipped the door, diving through it into the empty tent. You reached into the trunk of your car, throwing the many pillows, blankets, and sleeping bags through behind her, not caring much where they landed. When you finally shut the door and ducked into the tent, Carol was beneath the large pile, peering out from where only the top half of her face was visible. You had to chuckle, grabbing one of the blankets and pulling it over her face.

Carol insisted she set up. She had you sit aside by the door, munching happily on a small bowl of popcorn as you watched. She carefully unzipped the sleeping bags and lay them down on the floor, putting the pillows atop them, and then the two comforters stacked on top of each other on top of that. When she finally finished, she gestured proudly to her completed setup. You raised an eyebrow.

"We both sleeping there?"

She nodded. "It's cold."

You had to give her that. You were practically shivering just from waiting for her to finish. The sun had dipped beyond the horizon at this point, the darkness of night did nothing to heat up the air around you. You clambered under the blankets, careful not to drop any of the popcorn you still held. You placed it next to you, letting Carol reach over and grab some as she, too, climbed into the makeshift bed. She popped a piece into her mouth.

"Up to talking about it yet?"

It was a genuine question. Carol wasn't pushy. That was something you could tell by her tone. She had waited patiently and was continuing to wait for you to be ready to talk about what you needed to talk about. She didn't want you bottling it up, but she didn't want to pressure you. She was able to do that. You glanced down at the red blanket that covered your legs, pondering her question for a moment. Then you nodded your head yes.

"I just haven't felt myself recently," you shrugged. "I would like to get out there and find someone, no doubt. Recently, though, it's like my standards are unmeetable. No one seems even remotely appealing to me."

"No one at all?"

"Nat tried to set me up with her Russian model friend," you said, turning to Carol with a grin finally on your lips.

"Nothing?" Carol said, an exaggerated amount of shock on her face. "You must be broken."

You shoved her. She chuckled; the offensive action having done nothing. She was inhumanly strong. If you'd decided to punch her, you likely would've broken your hand against her. She shoved you back, only lightly, so you moved a few inches away from her. She stuck her hand back into the popcorn bowl as you shuffled back into your place beside her. She was chewing thoughtfully, and you didn't dare interrupt her with the very focused expression on her face.

"Do you already like someone? That usually takes away the appeal of anyone else."

You stopped to think about that. You knew that could be the case. In eleventh grade when you'd had a crush on Adelaide Artenbaker, you'd suddenly failed to find anyone else attractive at all. Of course, Adelaide had eventually rejected you on account that she was straight as an arrow. It wasn't malicious. She'd actually given you a kiss on the cheek and assured you that, if she discovered wasn't, she'd let you know. It had made you laugh.

Now, you had to wonder if there was anyone that was making your stomach flip and making you dismiss anyone else. It wasn't the Avengers. You'd been in the changing room with Natasha, the Black fucking Widow, two days ago, and she'd strutted up to you in nothing but her bra and underwear. You hadn't even bat an eyelash as she'd asked you if you wanted to get some Chinese food after the mission (but you had said yes, of course).

"Yeah. Maybe."

Her words had knocked some serious sense into you. You definitely had a crush on someone, and it had definitely been impairing your ability to get out on a date. That someone was around so little, though, that you hadn't realized right away just how you felt for them. Maybe if she visited Earth a little more often, you'd have realized why you blushed so deeply when she'd crawled into bed with you last night or right now.

"Who is it, then?"

Carol had a girlfriend. It may have been on-again-off-again, but she had a girlfriend. You were not now, nor ever, someone who would come between that. You were going to let her be happy with someone who was making her happy and you were going to be happy for her. You plastered a smile onto your face and reached into the bowl of popcorn that sat on your lap, letting the snack cloud the feelings of jealousy that you knew now weren't jealousy of a relationship, but if Carol.

"Nat."

Carol didn't miss a single beat. "Liar."

You glared at her. "The fuck do you mean? Telling me who I do and do not like?"

"I know who has your heart right now. It isn't Nat."

This time when she reached for the popcorn, she leaned over. To support her weight, her hand came to rest on your upper thigh. You had to refrain from reacting. You sucked the inside of your cheek between your teeth, biting hard on it to suppress any sort of reaction that Carol would have noticed. It seemed to have worked. She grabbed a small handful and then backed away, the pressure of her hand disappearing from your limb.

"Yeah? Who is it, then?"

"Someone that likes you back."

"And who says Nat doesn't?"

You might have actually been offended if it weren't Carol you were talking to. You were good enough for Natasha, right? She was practically a goddess in respect to her looks, but you were something, too. Not that you liked Natasha in that way. She was a friend. Carol was the one that you cared about. Something about that sweet smile and that confidence mixed with an innocence she had after being away from Earth for so long warmed your heart every time.

"Fair," Carol admitted. "But you know, you're pretty oblivious. With all the hints I've been dropping, you'd think you'd have realized your feelings are reciprocated."

"What?"

"I like you, dumbass. More than a friend likes a friend."

Your jaw might have dropped. You coughed, choking on the popcorn that you'd been eating as you whirled to face the blonde. She had a twinkle in her eyes, and a giggle escaped her lips when she saw the expression on your face. She tossed a piece of popcorn into the air, catching it in her mouth. She chewed on it as she waited, arms crossed, for you to collect yourself. Finally, after a long drink of water, you calmed.

"Pardon?"

"You're an idiot," she mumbled.

Then she grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you closer. You didn't fail to notice, as your lips moved against hers, that she moved the popcorn bowl so that it wouldn't spill. It seemed completely unimportant, though. You felt everything starting to melt away into Carol Danvers. Her lips were talented and kissing her felt like an intricate sport and suddenly you needed to breathe. When you pushed away, you realized what you'd done wrong.

Her feelings to you didn't matter. She had a girlfriend. Unless that fact changed, she and you didn't get to be more than your friend. You pushed her even further away. You knew she had the ability to, but she didn't resist. You backed off a little further so that your bodies were completely separated. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, but she didn't push. She even waited for you to speak first. Your eyes wouldn't meet hers.

"You have a girlfriend."

"I just said that to make you jealous," she scoffed.

You immediately got defensive. "I was not jealous."

"You were so!"

"Shut up."

She did. You suspected the only reason she had shut up was because she was kissing you again. It didn't matter. You were on cloud nine. You felt right again. You felt more right now than you ever had. Carol was exactly what you had needed for longer than you could figure out right then. She was clouding your thoughts and, honestly, you couldn't have cared less. You didn't want to think about anything besides how good her lips felt on yours right then.

You couldn't even find it in yourself to be mad at her for the little stunt she had pulled. You could only be glad that this so-called girlfriend wasn't actually real, and was just a part of her stupid plan. Without the girlfriend, you were free to kiss her as much as she would let you. Judging by how she was kissing you now, she wasn't going to stop you anytime soon. Her teeth grazed your bottom lip as she pulled away, not moving more than an inch from your lips, though.

The hand that clasped your shirt uncurled. She pressed her hand flat against the centre of your chest, pushing you onto your back. You had to chuckle as her knees pressed into the ground on either side of your waist. She kissed your nose once, scowling at the laughs that were beginning to bubble from your chest. You leaned up and kissed her lips for a brief moment, before using a hand to caress her cheek and tuck her hair behind her ear.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. You were right," you stated. "I'm kinda glad you were right."

"You're kind of glad? Can you imagine how stupid I'd have looked if I were wrong?" Carol laughed.

"Quite," you agreed with a nod.

You pulled her down next to you, wrapping your arms around her and feeling hers do the same to you. You pressed your forehead against hers, taking the time to admire her smiling face. She giggled a little, pecking your lips quickly. She didn't linger, though, having been preoccupied in reaching over your shoulder into the bowl of popcorn once more. She shoved a few pieces into her mouth and chewed happily.

"Care-Bear, what's more important: me or snacks?"

"You are a snack."

You gaped. "How the hell did you learn that term?"

She shrugged. "I hear things."

You rolled your eyes, pushing her away from you. She let you, reaching for her water bottle to wash down some of the salty flavour that had come off the popcorn. She offered you some water, which you accepted. When you finished and handed the bottle back to her, she pulled you close to her. Your body moved until it was flush against hers. Her torso was so warm you could've fallen asleep right then and there.

"You're more important."

Being more important than snacks, in the opinion of Carol Danvers, was just about the highest compliment you could have received.

[rogue-durin-16]

OUT OF TROUBLE

Summary: After a Quidditch match, both George and Y/n sneaked out to grab a drink at the Three Broomsticks with their respective teammates. The tension between the two groups might end up causing more trouble than imagined.

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: kinda angsty kinda fluffy

Tags:

George Weasley: @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @skarlettmikaelson

Warnings: blood, injuries, violence, concussion, language (?)

A/N: idk what to say apart from the idea of George losing his shit big time won't leave me alone and idek why (blaming it on that scene in the Order of the Phoenix in which George and Harry beat Malfoy the fuck up) so enjoy <3

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"Well," McGonagall's severe eyes scrutinized all six of us from the other side of her desk. "who is going to give us" she briefly motioned at Snape, who stood by her side with an unimpressed yet disappointed look on his face. "a proper explanation of why Madam Rosmerta so kindly let us know that not only seven of our seventh year students were on Hogsmeade without permission,"

"But also making a scene and coming to blows." Snape finished, quirking a brow. "Do you know how lucky you are that Madam Rosmerta picked on the fact that you were students?" The potions teacher's eyes fixed on the three Gryffindors before inquiring, "Who started it?"

Silence.

"Merlin's— There is a student in the hospital wing!" McGonagall exclaimed outraged. "You all ought to come clean about this one."

More silence.

"Mister Weasley, you seem to be unusually quiet." The Head of Slytherin pointed out.

"Well, you see, professor," George's head, which had until that moment been resting on his arms over the school desk, was tilted up slightly. "I've got a bit of a headache going on." He motioned at the back of his head, in which a patch of dried blood had glued his hair.

"Weasley, I must insist on you to go see Madam Pomfrey." McGonagall's tone, although remaining severe, softened a bit.

"Nah, 's not that bad." George gave Warrington a side look and forced himself to sit upright.

"I'm going to ask again." Snape spoke. "Who started it?" He weighed the possibilities before inquiring, "Mister Weasley?"

"Why me?!" George flinched at his own shouting.

"Do you want me to believe the state Mister Montague was left in was Miss Spinnet's doing? Miss Bell's, perhaps?" The Gryffindor girls grumbled under their breaths, catching the professor's attention. "What was that?"

"I said why us?" Katie questioned with a tinge of indignation. "Is it because we're Gryffindors?"

"Obviously." Snape spat, earning a roll from Mcgonagall, though she didn't oppose her colleague.

Alicia only laughed humorlessly and folded her arms over her chest.

"We can stay here all night, if you'd like it that way." McGonagall stated after around five minutes of just silence.

"Ugh, fine." George let his head fall in the comfort of his forearms again and groaned, "it was me— I started it. Can we go now?"

"What the hell?!"

"Miss Spinnet!" McGonagall scolded her, stomping her desk.

"Can we go now or not?" George's eyes met my shocked gaze briefly.

"Everyone but you, Mister Weasley." McGonagall stated.

"Wait, no." I tapped my foot nervously against the tiles and took at deep breath. "It wasn't him, it was me."

"Miss Y/l/n!" I refused to meet McGonagall's and Snape's face, so I left my eyes casted down, but I still heard the professors' quiet whispers. "What on Godric's name happened?"

Two Hours Earlier

After a Quidditch victory in Slytherin's favor, some of us had resolved to sneak out of the castle and go celebrate with a drink in Hogsmeade.

Turns out some Gryffindors had had the same idea, though the drink they were having was definitely not a celebration.

"Look who's here," Montague nodded in the Gryffindors direction, purposefully walking in their direction. "You're missing half of the team!" He chuckled, not stopping more than a couple of seconds. "Are they crying on their dorms?"

"Get lost, Montague." Katie Bell spat, earning faces from both Graham and Cassius. Alicia Spinnet flipped us off, and George limited himself to give me a small wave, which I returned with a little smile.

"How's the place this crowed?" Kevin questioned with a frown as we tried and failed to find an empty booth.

"No idea." I replied, taking a look around. "I'll go grab the drinks, you look for a place, yeah?" Cassius nodded and I made my way to the counter; I could feel Bell's and Spinnet's dirty looks on me while I ordered the butter beers.

"Celebrating, are we?" My head turned to meet George's form, leaning on the counter besides me.

"Yup." I shortly answered with a proud grin.

"You're missing your seeker." I rolled my eyes at his comment. "I wonder where he's at."

"You know where he's at." I quirked my brow when he played dumb, a smug smile dancing on his lips. "I'm very aware it was you who sent him to the hospital wing."

"It was actually a bludger." He pointed out, giving Madam Rosmerta the coins for a butter beer.

"Oi, what are you doing?" I attempted to shove his hand away, but there was no use.

"Smoothly buying you a drink?" He winked and I felt blood going up to my cheeks. "Just her drink, though." He added, looking at Rosmerta.

"No you're not— he's not." The owner of the Three Broomsticks gave us a look but ended up accepting my money instead.

"Aw c'mon, Y/n" George pouted while Rosmerta passed me the drinks. "I've just lost an important match, let me have a win?"

"You can buy me the next drink," I resolved, chuckling at the way his expression lighted up. "but only if you don't cause trouble."

"Pfft I'm too depressed to cause trouble." I could tell he wasn't joking, though he still made it sound humorous. "Need help with that?" He motioned at the four drinks I was attempting to grab.

"No she doesn't."

George visibly grimaced at the sight of Cassius but, instead of snapping at him, he only leaned on me and pecked my cheek after saying, "No trouble, see?"

"Piss off, Weasley."

"No need to be that rude." I spat, taking two glasses in my hand.

"No need to consort with the enemy." He responded, picking up the remaining jars.

We approached the spot our Quidditch team had taken and had a surprisingly uneventful good time, until Montague started to run his mouth.

"Look at them, they're so pathetic." He obnoxiously laughed.

"Look at whom?" I questioned, a bit lost in my thoughts to know what he was even talking about.

"Don't play dumb." He hissed. "As if you haven't been staring at that Weasel since we entered."

"Ugh, honestly Graham." I lazily played with my jar. "Can't we just enjoy the drink without focusing on the only three Gryffindors in the room?"

"You're one to talk." Cassius mumbled.

"Meaning?"

"Graham's right, you've been staring at him." I pinched the bridge of my nose. They've done this little number so many times that I was no longer embarrassed. "What was that kiss about?"

"Cassius!"

"What kiss?" Graham inquired.

"He kissed her."

"Oh my gosh—" I threw my head down to my forearms in desperation.

"Ew!" Kevin gagged dramatically. "Did you let a blood traitor kiss you with that filthy mouth?"

"You did not just say that." My tone held a serious warning as I looked up at our keeper.

"Great, he's staring." Cassius grumbled.

"Frankly, he could use a lesson." My eyes widened at Graham's words; at first I thought he was joking, but then he grabbed his wand with a wicked smirk.

"Don't make a bloody number." I whispered. "We'll get in trouble."

"Y/l/n, I'm starting to think you're not on our side."

"Montague, if you earn us detention—" my words were cut off by another statement of his.

"No one's gonna know if we're sneaky enough." I looked at Bletchley and Warrington for some back up but they both seemed to be on board with Montague's plan. "What about a little... cruci—" before he could finish the word, I kicked his chair, making him fall to the floor.

"What's wrong with you?!" I shouted, kicking his wand away after standing up myself.

"Y/n, calm down." Cassius said.

"He was gonna use the Cruciatus, so maybe no?!"

"Careful, Y/n." By then, Montague had already gotten up; Bletchley had to tug him back for him not to go against me. "If you get along with scum, you're scum."

I didn't fully realise that I had slapped him until I heard a few people gasping; all from sudden, I was very aware that I had attracted unwanted attention.

There was a moment of tense silence between Montague and me, quickly followed by him grabbing my hair and hitting my face against the table, too fast for me to do anything about it.

"OI!" Cassius pulled me away from Montague, my hands covering my most likely broken nose, debating on whether to hold it to stop the nosebleed or not touching it to avoid more pain.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

"They're talking shit." Katie whispered, squinting her eyes at the Slytherins.

"Of course they're talking shit." I responded.

"I'd love to go there and shove those—" Alicia grumbled, tightening the grip on her glass.

"Don't." They both looked at me expectant and I only shrugged. "Y/n asked me not to cause trouble."

Alicia snorted when my eyes travelled to Y/n and Katie mocked me with a silly grin. "Awww, Alicia, he's in love."

"George Weasley is in love" Alicia faked a gag. "With a Slytherin."

"Oh my— you're two shut up." I felt blush creeping up my neck, though I couldn't help the smile twitching up the corners of my lips.

"I mean," Katie shrugged, sharing a look with our friend. "Could be worse."

"Could be Warrington." Before I could respond to Alicia, a loud noise was heard behind me. "Ooooh your princess just kicked Montague." Our chaser commented; we all turned around to look at the Slytherins. "This is gonna be fun."

"Why do I feel like they're talking about us?" I said with a laugh.

"Did... Did she just say 'cruciatus'?" Katie questioned, a tinge of worry in her voice.

"Damn! Okay, time to go." Alicia whispered, getting up right after Y/n had slapped Montague. Katie and I were already following her to the exit when a thud made us stop in our tracks.

"He did not—" Katie started.

"He did." Alicia replied; she was quick to double check on me, but I was quicker to stalk towards Montague. "George no!"

READER'S P. O. V.

I came to the conclusion that we were already in trouble, so I might as well go for it and get Montague back.

Cassius saw that coming and held me back by my forearms, but Graham was being pushed against the table behind him in the blink of an eye.

It took us all aback the way George had stormed in scene; we stood there frozen for a hot second, until Bletchley realised Montague was trying to shake George off in vain while the Gryffindor threw blows at him whilst tackling him to the table.

"George! Stop!" Alicia yelled, coming to stand by my side, unsure of what to do.

"Get off him!" The keeper was the first one to try and remove George from Graham, whose face was starting to look as bloodied as mine. He did succeed for a split second, giving the Slytherin chaser enough room to get back at George.

I shook Cassius off the moment Montague jumped on George to aid the ginger, but before I could do anything, he was punching Graham again, though now he sported a swollen lip himself, along with a cut on his cheek, probably caused by Graham's rings.

This time, when Bletchley tried to shove him off Montague, he ended up with George's elbow digging into his stomach.

"He's gonna kill him!" Bell exclaimed, genuinely worried about the outcome.

"George!" I called his name, hoping it would have an effect, but the beater was too lost on the fight. "Wait— No!!" I tried to grab Cassius' hand when I saw him reaching for one of the heavy jars, but he was quicker to crash it on George's crown.

He hissed, losing balance instantly; his hands went to the back of his head, releasing Montague from his hold. My teammate took the opportunity to kick him off, but before he could try to punch George again, I reached to them, pulling the ginger away and not so accidentally stomping on my Montague in the process.

Just when everything seemed to have calmed down, I noticed Spinnet had thrown herself to Cassius.

Bell was struggling to tug her friend away, Cassius was being pulled back by a mildly hurt Bletchley, Montague was curled up in a ball on the floor and George and I stayed knelt not far from him while I checked his head.

It was only when Madam Rosmerta appeared with a towering, strong employee who managed to separate Spinnet and Warrington that it came to an end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Graham tried to use the Cruciatus curse on George, professor." I explained without meeting McGonagall's eyes. "And I stopped him."

"He— he what?!" The Head of Gryffindor yelled horrified.

"Miss Y/l/n, did you send Mister Montague to the hospital wing?" Snape questioned wearily.

"That was me." George replied before I could make anything up. "And Warrington broke a glass on my head."

"Spinnet tried to kill me!" Warrington shouted.

"If I had wanted to kill you, you'd be dead!" Alicia yelled back.

"Don't lie to yourself darling!" Bletchley hissed.

"Don't 'darling' her dickhead, I'll jump on you right here!" Bell spat, leaning over her table.

"Shut up, Bell!"

"ENOUGH!" McGonagall shouted. "Fifty points will be substracted from each of you. Your families will be informed of this, and needless to say you won't make any more trips to Hogsmeade."

"Minerva, I think Weasley has earned himself detention for the rest of the year." Snape commented.

"And so did Mister Montague and Miss Y/l/n." She responded. "Now off to sleep, all of you— except from Weasley and Y/l/n, you two go see Madam Pomfrey— no but's, Weasley."

"Yes professor." George sighed, getting up and following me out of the class and into the corridor. "You okay?" His voice was so soft as he fell into step with me that I had to refrain myself from kissing him.

"Nose's probably broken." I shrugged, stealing a look at his crown. "How's your head?"

"Hurts a bit." He was obviously playing it off, but I didn't say a thing about it. "I'm sorry for that little number."

"Nonsense! As if it was your fault Montague's a douche." I reassured him.

"So... you're not mad at me?"

"I'm only mad at the fact that I didn't get to punch him." I replied with a chuckle triggering a smile on his. "Plus," I chewed on my lower lip, hesitating for a moment before adding, "it was kinda hot."

George let out a shocked snort, his whole face redder than mine while words stumbled incoherently out of his mouth, preventing him from forming a coherent sentence.

"Don't do it again, though."

"Uh- yeah— NO- I mean, no- I-I won't— I don't do this often—" I giggled at his stammering and brushed his pinky with my own. He cleared his throat and took the hint, intertwining his fingers with mines. "You know, technically it was you who caused trouble so..."

"So?"

"Can I still buy you a drink?" He sheepishly requested, his thumb drawing circles on the back of my hand while we reached the hospital wing.

"We're banned from Hogsmeade, though." I reminded him.

"Well, I might know a way of getting there without being noticed."

"I'm in then." I stated. "Only if you promise we'll stay out of trouble."

"Can't promise that." He squeezed my hand and let it go when Madam Pomfrey spotted us. "But I'll do my best."

"I'm sure you will." I tugged on his sleeve and placed a kiss on his cheek before following the healer's directions.

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Written In The Stars CLVIII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I rewrote this book at least six times I memorized every fucking line but it was so worth it -Danny

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Chapter Twenty: What's Kept Inside.

When Erick found out he'd been asleep for a whole month, he just raised his eyebrows in mild surprise and said 'Oh.' 

Mel stayed with the boys the whole Sunday, happy to see them all having a fast recovery.

Harry was due to leave the next day just like Ron, after a few check-ups, Erick as well. They told her what Harry had asked Kreacher and Dobby the prior night: Follow Malfoy and report to him any anomalies, at least this way he wouldn't waste his afternoons staring at a piece of parchment.

Erick refused -as expected- to share the names of the students that attacked him, but it was an easy guess, Faustus and Griffin were guilty for sure, there were two other seventh-year Slytherins that disliked him, it wouldn't take much convincing to get them involved. Malfoy had something to do since Daphne said it looked like Griffin was waiting for his instructions, the last one was still missing, but it could be Crabbe or Goyle, or even both.

The Headboy was pleased with the gifts his new friends and secrets admirers had sent him, said that taking a beating was worth it if he was going to get presents every time, Mel got really annoyed at his comment.

On Monday morning the girls walked them to the Great Hall, Hermione was telling them about a row Ginny and Dead had the day of the match. Erick stifled a chuckle and Mel looked at him. She was happy to have him back, but now that he was conscious it was harder to ignore the fact that he'd kept things from her, things that were clearly taking a toll on his health.

When they got to the seventh floor a very small girl looked at them with panic and dropped the brass scales she'd been holding moments before. Mel's memory tingled with familiarity, something similar happened a while ago on that very same corridor...

"It's all right!" Hermione rushed over to aid the girl. "Here... Reparo!"

The girl just stared at them, there was something about her that annoyed Mel, something didn't feel right. Why were little girls always holding stuff in that place?

"Harry! Mel!" Luna ran towards them.

"Oh, hi, Luna," Harry smiled.

"I went to the hospital wing to find you, but they said you'd left... oh, hi Erick, you're awake!"

"Much to my dismay," He replied jokingly, Mel scowled at him.

Luna started to pull random stuff out of her bag and placed them in Ron's hands until she found a roll of parchment and gave it to Harry.

"I've been told to give you this."

Harry quickly unfolded it and read it.

"Nice commentary last match!" said Ron.

"You're making fun of me, aren't you?" Luna gave him a smile. "Everyone says I was dreadful."

"No, I'm serious! I can't remember enjoying commentary more! What is this, by the way?"

"Oh, it's a Gurdyroot, you can keep it if you like, I've got a few of them. They're really excellent for warding off Gulping Plimpies."

Luna left the corridor looking rather merry.

"You're going to keep that?" Erick smirked, pointing to the object in Ron's hands.

"Yeah, maybe I will," He grinned, the group continued their walk towards the Great Hall. "You know, she's grown on me, Luna — I know she's insane, but it's in a good —"

They stopped at the top of the marble staircase, at the very end was a very grumpy-looking Lavender.

"Hi," said Ron tensely.

"C'mon," Harry walked away with Hermione, then Mel grabbed Erick and dragged him along.

"Why didn't you tell me you were getting out today?" Lavender demanded as soon as they started to move. "And why was she with you?"

"You've got to love romance..." Mel said sarcastically.

Once they finished breakfast, she seized Erick's hand and guided him towards the school grounds.

"Mel, I have class..."

"Binns won't notice you're missing."

"What about Hagrid?"

"I'll explain my tardiness to him, he'll understand."

"If you're expecting a quick snog —"

"Save the childish jokes for Ronald," Mel crossed her arms. "I want to talk."

"Well, I don't," He said calmly, mimicking her pose. "This is my problem, Mel. You have far more important things to do — This month should have an electrical storm at some point —"

"Joseph came to see you," She interrupted. "He hadn't seen you in almost two years and he came as soon as he found out — and you weren't there to see him, because the stress forced your whole body to shut down. After I agreed to tell you everything, you simply decided it was better to deal with this alone?"

"You told me all about the lifeline and your family because you wanted to, I never demanded any explanations. Anyway, I can't have my girlfriend defending my honour all the time," He replied disdainfully. "And you don't tell me everything, don't lie... though I know it might be a difficult thing for you, considering how good you're at it."

Mel stared at him, the air around her shifted dangerously. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you can't stay out of other people's business," He said bluntly. "Yet you want no one touching yours. You want my honesty? Fine. When your friends get in trouble you become overprotective — You insisted on coming along to find Slughorn with me because it was 'too dangerous out there' as if I didn't know how to defend myself — You do this every time!"

"What's wrong with wanting to help?" She demanded. "I want you to be happy because that makes me happy, how's that a crime?"

"You don't want to just help, you want control over everything that happens around you!" He scoffed. "I hate to see you breaking apart and not knowing how to make you see you don't have to do all the work, but talking about my problems wouldn't have solved it! I had it covered!"

"That's not true," She stated. "I thought you'd trust me after what you said to me in Grimmauld Place —"

"Merlin, you're such a child," He said in exasperation. "Should I let you handle my life since you think you'd do a much better job than me, then? Is that what you're asking? Mel Dumbledore, living up to her uncle's ways—"

"Isn't that what you've been trying to do with me as well?" Mel scowled. "Trying to regulate how I handle my emotions and all... if I lie to the others occasionally it's because I don't want them to worry, but I told you about my fears — You have to be more open —"

"Or maybe I just have to join the Order for good," Erick retorted, "that way I'll keep my mouth shut and I won't have to listen to your nagging about sharing my feelings. I can't do it, alright? No matter how hard I try, I can't tell you how I feel because I don't know! Why would you care anyway? I heard what you told your mother last December, you think this whole year was pointless, you're not even expecting to survive the war! What does that say about our relationship? Am I your distraction?"

"Oh, sod off!" She exclaimed. "I'm sorry if you think that way, but I have bloody good reasons for feeling the way I feel! I've lost half of my life fighting— You're just trying to protect your stupid reputation of tough Slytherin— I'm sick of your ways, Flint!"

"Now I'm Flint, am I?" He mocked. "Very well, Miss."

Mel laughed sharply, looking away and keeping her arms firmly crossed so she wouldn't be tempted to hex him. She was aware of how loud they were talking, so she forced her voice to be quieter.

"What you don't understand," She continued tensely, "is that asking for help doesn't make you weak, doesn't make you inadequate... Because that's what you've always thought of me, isn't it?"

"What?" For the first time since the argument started, Erick dropped his defensive attitude.

"You think I'm too soft to handle all my power, ever since I started having difficulties with my magic you've been treating me like an ill witch, you think that one day I'll simply get up and leave — that I'll run away from my problems," Mel took a deep breath. "But I know better... war comes first. I'll never have a good life, not unless we get rid of Voldemort."

Erick's shoulders fell, his frown didn't vanish but it looked softer now, as well as the sound of his voice.

"So you're... you're going to keep your life on hold until then? Just for the slight chance of keeping him alive?" Erick didn't say his name in fear of being too forward, but he was finally daring to speak his mind about the lifeline. He'd been wanting to for a long time. "He has no idea of what you're sacrificing to make his life easier."

Mel's jaw clenched, she added in a whisper: "At least he trusts me..."

"Oh, yes, Harry never hesitates when he needs something from you," He replied cruelly.

Mel looked up, she was seething. "I thought you'd know better than to judge me for wanting to help the first friend I ever had. Wouldn't you do the same for me?"

"You don't understand," Erick said tiredly. "I've kept secrets for years in order to survive, and it's hard to be completely honest after so long... You decided to keep the lifeline and I have no choice but to be okay with it. I understand... sometimes I forget you were friends way before school, that's true — I shouldn't resent him for wanting to have you close, you're irreplaceable. That's the reason why you can't help me; if something happens to you and it's my fault —"

"Nothing will happen to me, Faustus and Griffin are children."

"So are we... and you've been close to killing more than once."

That worn-out look he had when they first met returned, his hazel gaze felt a thousand years old, the complete opposite to her bright, piercing brown eyes. Mel stared at him as if he'd slapped her, he realized his mistake a second too late.

"I didn't mean —"

"I'll do what you ask," She ignored him. "But I can't stop myself from worrying about you."

Erick shook his head miserably, the conversation had reached a dead-end.

"Fine," He said. "But you'll let me handle Faustus my way."

"Whatever you want."

"Well," Harry shifted awkwardly on his chair. "Well... the day Ron swallowed love potion by mistake I took him to Professor Slughorn. I thought maybe if I got Professor Slughorn in a good enough mood —"

"And did that work?"

"Well, no, sir, because Ron got poisoned —"

"— which, naturally, made you forget all about trying to retrieve the memory; I would have expected nothing else, while your best friend was in danger. Once it became clear that Mr Weasley was going to make a full recovery, however, I would have hoped that you returned to the task I set you. I thought I made it clear to you how very important that memory is. Indeed, I did my best to impress upon you that it is the most crucial memory of all and that we will be wasting our time without it."

"Mel did try to —"

"Which was, of course, a wise thing to do."

"Yes, Mel's always right," She grumbled, reading through the pages of her book with her brows knitted together. "And yet, no one ever listens..."

She felt the other two staring at her and she quickly realized what she'd said out loud.

"I mean — I mean... er... sometimes it's easier to follow what you think it's right, rather than what others tell you to do."

"It isn't that I wasn't bothered or anything, I've just had other — other things..."

"Other things on your mind. I see."

Dumbledore fell silent again, Mel wondered with a bit of annoyance why, if he had so little time to lose as he always claimed to have, was he taking so long to start the lesson. She shook her head and took a deep breath, she was just mad about her argument with Erick and needed a distraction, that was all.

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry tried again. "I'm really sorry. I should have done more... I should have realized you wouldn't have asked me to do it if it wasn't really important."

"Thank you for saying that, Harry." Dumbledore nodded. "May I hope, then, that you will give this matter higher priority from now on? There will be little point in our meeting after tonight unless we have that memory."

"I'll do it, sir, I'll get it from him."

Mel realized Dumbledore had found Harry's soft spot. He didn't like to disappoint the people he looked up to, he'd always been like that, reason why he never told Emily his tea had salt instead of sugar, that he never told Sirius he was being unreasonable, and now keeping an agreeable attitude because Dumbledore was the only thing close to a parental figure he had around the school.

Whether if her uncle did this for his benefit or if it really was 'for their own good', she didn't know. Either way, he knew how to keep Harry and Mel working hard, and they needed that if they wanted to be prepared.

"You're always so quiet when we leave his office," Mel mentioned with a hint of amusement.

"I'm left with much to think about," Harry shrugged.

"That's true," She tilted her head, "but I wonder if we're thinking the same thing."

"Probably not."

"Say, what are you pondering tonight?"

"Well, you know how Dumbledore told him that even though he was an expert in some forms of magic, he remained ignorant in others?" Harry asked, referring to Voldemort. "And how he said he'd never seen real proof of love being more powerful than any kind of magic?"

Mel nodded.

"Well, I was thinking... I have."

"Really?"

"Lots of times," Harry admitted. "But the one that keeps coming back to me more clearly than the rest is when Voldemort tried to possess me. I can't help but think of what Dumbledore said to me, d'you remember?"

"Something about your ability to love?"

"I think it's more like... like every time I was... I was..." He got flustered. "Well, I was thinking of you that night."

They hadn't talked about what had happened during the moment Voldemort tried to take him. They knew something had occurred between them, but they weren't ready to talk about it, nor they wanted to. Mel, for instance, was completely sure that addressing this would only make things more complicated.

Harry, on the other hand, didn't want to address it because that would mean he was actually not as happy as he fooled himself to be when Mel and Erick started dating, and he had to be happy because Mel was happy, and that was all that mattered. It would be unfair to mention his feelings when his feelings were torn and undecided; still, when they were together things were always so easy...

"You know," She looked at him tenderly. "I don't think I said this to you before, but I liked you a lot too when we were fourteen."

"I know," He replied quietly. "I knew."

"I've never been one to fall in love at first sight, " Mel continued. "I'd say something always drew me to talk, to befriend... Maybe that's what people call 'first sight' — I think that if someone could make me fall in love for them like that, it would be Erick."

Harry's heart shattered, and although he was thankful for her honesty, it didn't mean he was enjoying it.

"However," She gave him a significant look. "The thing about relationships is that you start without knowing whether if they'll work out in the end, and we have to work, Harry — You and I. It's tempting to go back to what felt good, but we need to stay alert. We're being taught to fight side by side, we can't let our guards down. We promised, remember? If you die, I'll finish the job. If I die..."

"I make sure it's not in vain," Harry finished with grim conviction.

Mel's eyes lit up. "Erick's vastly different from you, you know? Not better... just different."

Harry's eyes started to sting, which he considered really inconvenient. "This doesn't mean we'll grow apart once the war ends, right?"

Mel chuckled and he felt lighter, similar to the times he'd listened to Fawkes sing.

"Of course not," Her bangs fell softly over her forehead, Harry almost reached out to touch. Almost. "But you're free to be with whom you please, Glasses, I won't stop you."

Harry wasn't going to admit it, but deep down, he hoped Mel was lying.

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[burgers-and-french-fries]

Julie Egerton Ch.7: Baby Shower.

This is the 7th instalment of the Julie Egerton series. ===

Friday night was usually a special night for Julie because that meant that there was no more school for a couple days and because she and her parents had Friday night tea and a special treat. Tonight it was a biscuit. "Taron, why don't you spend time with Julie tonight. I'm really tired." Y/N said as she walked toward her husband. "You sure?" He asked. Y/N nodded her head and hugged him. "I love you babe." Taron whispered. "I love you too." She replied as she pulled away from him. She started walking away when she turned around. "T, make sure you tell Julie that you aren't coming tomorrow." Y/N said as he nodded. She walked upstairs to say goodnight to her daughter. "Julie, I'm going to bed so it's just you and daddy tonight." She said as she hugged the young girl. "Goodnight." Julie replied as her mother pulled away and walked toward her room. After that, the little girl ran downstairs to see her father placing tea and their biscuits on the coffee table. "What movie do you want to watch nugget?" He asked his daughter. The little girl plopped her small body on the sofa. "I don't know daddy." She said dramatically.  Taron laughed and shook his head at her antics. "Eddie!" Julie cried out loud. "Julie be quiet." Taron warned as he put the dvd in. He walked over to the sofa, sat down and pulled Julie on to his lap where he played with her hair.

By the end of the movie, Julie was now facing her father, staring at him. "What's going on in that head of yours baby girl?" Taron asked as he wrapped his arms loosely around her. "What are you going to wear tomorrow?" Julie asked and Taron felt his heart sink. "Well peanut that's the thing, I won't be there." He replied carefully. Julie broke out into giggles. "Are you trying to kid me daddy?" Julie asks through her giggles. Taron gave her a sheepish look.

            (^^A/N: I know that this isn't a sheepish look but I like it.^^)

Julie looked at him in question. Still not getting that he was serious. "But why not daddy?" She asked hoping that he in fact was kidding. "Because Cariad, I have to work." He replied. "But it's Saturday!" Julie said, beginning to panic. "I know Jules but I can't change it." Taron responded. "Can I go with you? I don't want to be around all of you and mummy's friends and all their kids without you there!" She said as her eyes grew glossy with tears. Taron brushed her hair back softly. "Baby girl, I need you here to look after mummy." He replied. "Can you do that for me?" He continued as Julie let her tears flow as she cried loudly. She buried her little head into her father's chest. Taron hugged her and rubbed her back. "It's ok peanut. Just take a deep breath for me." T said as he kissed the top of his daughter's head as she continued to sob into him. Eventually, she calmed down enough to look up at him. "Will any of my family be there?" She asked. Taron smiled at her. "Yes. Your aunts and cousin and other family will be there." He responded.

Although she felt slightly better, she still wanted her father there. "Can you cancel work though daddy?" Julie asked just above a whisper. "No bug, I'm sorry I can't. I wish I could but I just can't." He replied as he rubbed Julie's back again. The little girl sniffled. "I'll stay in my room and pretend to be sick again." She said with slight stubbornness. "Baby girl, it won't be that bad. When I come home, you can tell me all about it. And you know that your aunts and cousin will take care of you while I'm gone." Taron explained. "I'm sacred daddy." She replied as her eyes grew glossy again. "I know you are sweet chip but I promise that it will be ok." He said and Julie nodded as she calmed down a little bit. "So why do you have to work on Saturday?" The bean asked. "Because the deadline for filming ends on Monday and we still have quite a bit to film." Taron explained. "Oh...Ok?" Julie said skeptically. Taron kissed her little cheek and looked at her with a warm smile. "Guess what?" He said with a hint of cheekiness. "What?" Julie questioned. "I love you so much, Bug." He said as he hugged and kissed her again. "I love you daddy." The little one replied as she laid her head against her father. "I'll miss you." She mumbled. "I'll miss you too Cariad." He said as he stood up and put Julie to bed.

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The next morning Y/N was rushing around to get ready before everyone arrived. Taron had left about an hour prior and Julie was upset and just wanted everything to be over. "Julie, they're here!" Y/N called as she let her mother-in-law, Taron's sisters, her mother, her sisters, and her niece into the house. "You look beautiful." Rosie gushed. Everyone nodded in agreement. "Thank you sweetheart." Y/N replied. "Shall I go and get Julie?" Tina asked. Y/N smiled. "Thank you but I'll go her. Please make yourselves comfortable." She said as she walked to her daughter's room. Y/N softly knocked on the door. "Come in." Julie sniffled. "Oh sweetheart." Y/N said as she saw Julie's tearstained face. Julie ran to her mother and Y/N bent down the best that she could and wrapped her arms around the small child. "Can I stay here?" Julie asked after a few minutes. "No my darling. Nan wants to see you." She said, referring to Taron's mother. Julie shook her head as they pulled apart so that Y/N could stand up. "Come on. A hug from nan and grammy will cheer you up." The mother said as she took hold of the nugget's hand. They walked downstairs.

"Julie, you look beautiful." Lauren cooed. Julie hid behind her mother. "Thanks." She replied shortly. One by one, more people arrived and Julie went into full shy mode. She barely spoke two words and that didn't sit too well with an elderly lady by the name of Mrs. Jennings. "Hello dear. How are you?" The lady spoke as she sat down next to a fearful Julie. "Good." Julie said quietly. "Are you excited to be a big sister?" Mrs. Jennings asked again but this time Julie didn't respond. She just shrunk back and let out a small whimper. Rosie, Mari and Eilidh saw just how shy their niece and cousin was getting shyer by the second. "you are a shy little thing aren't you." Mrs. Jennings noted with some distain. Julie's eyes grew glossy once again.

The three girls walked up to their relative and whisked her back into the house and to Julie's room. "It's ok Oreo. You are safe now." Rosie said as she hugged her niece. "Thank you." Julie sniffled. "You're welcome." Eilidh replied with a smile. "Want to play a game?" Mari asked as she looked at the games that Julie had in her game cabinet. The other girls nodded their heads and decided to play Hungry Hungry Hippos. "how many did you get Julie?" Eilidh asked. Julie froze. "It's ok. Let's count together." Rosie replied as she and Julie counted. "Good job Oreo. You won!" Mari cheered happily. After a few more rounds, the girls decided to ask Y/N if they could watch a movie. Y/N agreed and told the girls that they could go into her and Taron's room to watch the film. The girls put Mama Mia in and for the rest of the shower, they sang, danced and laughed.

Once the shower had ended, the girls filed downstairs. "Did you girls have fun up there?" Y/N asked. Julie smiled slightly and nodded. "We watched Mama Mia." Julie announced happily. Y/N laughed and she and Julie said goodbye to everyone. "Thank you girls for looking after the jellybean." Y/N said as she hugged her niece and sister-in-laws. "It was fun today. Julie is a good kid." Rosie replied with a sweet smile. Before long, the house was empty except for the mother and daughter. "Want to help me make a plate of food for your daddy?" Y/N asked. Julie nodded and ran ahead of her waddling mother.

About an hour and half later, Taron walked through the door and Julie ran to him. "Daddy!" She screeched. "Hello love." He replied happily. "Where is mummy?" Taron asked as he placed the girl down. "On the sofa reading a book." She said as they walked to the lounge room. "How was your day Y/N?" He asked as he sat down next to her and pulled Julie on to his lap. "It was great but now that you are home, I think I'm going to go and have a bath. My back is killing me." She said as she struggled to get off the sofa. Taron lifted Julie off his lap and he stood up to help his wife up. "Thank you." She said as he pulled her up slowly. She gave him a quick kiss and made her way upstairs. "Well Cariad, looks like it's you and me." Taron said. "Yeah." She giggled. "Mum and I made you food in the fridge. I'll show you. " Julie continued as she grabbed his hand and led him to the fridge. Taron took the plate out of the fridge and walked to the table to eat. Julie sat across from him and while he ate.

When Taron was done eating, he and Julie went back to the sofa. Julie climbed into her fathers lap and face him. "Did you have fun with your aunts and cousin today?" Taron asked as Julie played with a button on his shirt. "Yeah. There was a mean lady but they took me to my room and we played a game and then we watched a movie." The little girl explained. Taron smiled with pride for what his sisters and Eilidh had done for his daughter. "What movie did you watch?" He asked. "Mama Mia." Julie replied simply. Taron burst out laughing and Julie just stared at him. "That's your favourite movie." Taron stated. "No butt nuggets!" Julie sassed seriously. Taron pulled one of his faces in mock offence.

(^^I know that this doesn't really scream mock offence but let's just face it, his expressions are the best.^^)

Julie rolled her eyes at her father leaned into him. "I hate you daddy." Julie mumbled in annoyance. Taron gasped. "You hate me?" He asked sassily. Taron started to lightly poke at his daughter to make her laugh and when she didn't budge, he started to tickle her. Julie bursted out in laughter. "Stop." the bean squealed through her giggles. The pair carried on like this until Y/N came downstairs and the small family enjoyed the rest of the evening together.

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Well there you have it, the seventh chapter of this series. I really hope that you enjoyed it. I am sorry for any grammatical errors and any other various mistakes.

@anywaythewind13lows

[strideofpride]

#it's the bridging of the two worlds for me#the way that stairs are used to symbolize their journey together#the first one: blair walks down the stairs and ends up on the same level dan is#this symbolizes that at this moment she isn’t holding any power she is on the same ground he is because he sees her vulnerability#the second one: really the only time dan is above blair. this is due to their new-found social standing; dan at the top blair at the bottom#but he doesn't ignore her. he looks back and sees her anxiety and asks her about it because He Has Been There#the third one: they are walking together hand-in-hand#it's not a fairytale but it is one of the happiest moments we see for either of them in the series#they are on the same page. they WANT to go through this story together#the fourth one: whereas the 3rd was them ascending together in this dreamy magical moment the 4th is them descending to reality together#they are being all domestic and sweet and they are doing it while being on the same page#the fifth one: blair is on top but not in the same way she is for the others#she pushed dan down to make herself feel better (it was a mistake that was human of her considering all she went through but nonetheless#she fucked up)#and she follows him down the stairs because she realizes she doesn't want to be above him. not like this#the sixth one: good lord this one... their reunion after the breakup#blair is leaving but she keeps her eyes on him the entire time#and he's stuck in place mesmerized and hopeful because of her#they're not on the same level but they are still seeing the other#and the seventh one: that last spring of hope#she meets him at the bottom#she sees someone who she loved (even if she didn’t make it to the point of saying it) and she decides to have one last hurrah#and he is in awe of her. the was he looks at her is the way that blair has always wanted to be looked at#he looks at her with desire and hope and awe and love#the bonus one: he has seen her from the beginning. but he say serena first and so he pulls away (but not without he second glance) (via @insistonyourcupofstars)

dair parallels (74/?)

Gossip Girl 1x04 // Gossip Girl 3x02 // Gossip Girl 5x19 // Gossip Girl 5x21 // Gossip Girl 5x21 // Gossip Girl 6x04 // Gossip Girl 6x05

credits to @insistonyourcupofstars and @mysteriesofloves

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