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itjazzbicch · 2 years ago

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Beautiful Liar

Pairing: Bruno Bucciarati x Fem Reader

Summary: Trying to deny her true feelings about Bucciarati, Bucciarati decides to call the reader on her bluff after she avoids everyone, especially him, after he becomes capo...

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT (18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! oral f receiving, unprotected sex)

First time writing for JoJo's and Bucciarati, as he is my favorite JoJo's character! I hope I did well and you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2.1k

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

I couldn’t stand getting all dolled up just to be somewhere I didn’t feel like being.

Of course, Bucciarati became Capo, our crew was celebrating and at least I had a nice view. Italy was such a beautiful place, night sky filled of stars, city lights in the distance from this rooftop bar.

Sitting alone at the bar, a glass of wine in hand, I let my mind wonder, gazing at the view till I heard a soft voice:

“What are you doing sitting all alone?”

Bucciarati.

“What? Am I bothering you?” Finding him in the corner of my eye, he was never a fan of my attitude, leaning against the bar:

“Can’t even have some fun, can you?”

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bucciarati. It was because I liked him. I couldn’t open up and face my own feelings. Any word and tone towards him came out as envy. Thankfully, I did get some amusement from it.

“Can a ragazza just enjoy a glass of wine?” Taking a sip, it amazed me how he dealt with me, still being kind:

“Nothing wrong with that. I just don’t think it’s fair that everyone else is having fun and you’re all alone with that scowl on your face.”

“I am just fine,” I smiled sarcastically at him, but he was persistent that I get out of that seat:

“Don’t be like that. How about a dance?”

“I’m not a dancer,” I lied, turning my head, but still listening as he assumed:

“Let me guess, you’re in one of your moods because I’m officially capo.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” I snickered softly, still not looking at him, even when he said:

“It wouldn’t surprise me. You’ve always envied me and why, may I ask?”

“Envy you?” This time I made sure I locked eyes, his blue eyes glimmering with his smile:

“You heard me.”

“I could care less that you are capo, now,” I wasn’t letting him win this little argument, going to leave it at that, but seizing when I felt his arm wrap around my hip, getting close enough to whisper:

“Then what is it, amore?”

I was never the type to be left speechless, getting lost in a void, feeling his warmth against me, even stronger in his hand that was on my hip, his scent filling me with a lust I’ve never experienced.

“I see now,” He always took the opportunity to laugh at me when it was presented, knowing exactly how I was feeling, “You are the type to run away from the truth.”

“And just what is that truth, hm?” I couldn’t keep sitting there looking dumb, making the mistake of looking into those blue eyes that sent me deeper into that void:

“Isn’t it obvious? Besides, Mista have told me more times than I can count.”

“That damn asshole,” I growled silently under my breath, trying to contain composure, speaking up this time, “And you believe that childish man?”

“There you, go running from the truth again,” Laughing at me again, he started to test me himself, voice growing to a deep whisper into my ear, “It doesn’t matter anyways. I already know the truth, amore.”

The way he called me amore made my thighs squeeze together, the heat in my cheeks from my wine growing, naturally leaning into him.

He was almost hypnotic and it put me into a slight panic. Should I take the opportunity in this moment? Or do what exactly what he said, run from the truth?

“What do you know, Bucciarati?” I scoffed, something inside of me wouldn’t let him break me that easily, but I was pushed right to the edge.

“You are such a beautiful liar,” The tension just kept rising with every word he spoke, chills down my spine and that’s when something in me changed.

I was a mafioso! Some little crush wasn’t going to turn me into someone timid. Glancing to the guys, they were all distracted and so?

With a smack of my lips, I gulped down the rest of my wine, taking his hand and leaving my seat, guiding him to the elevator.

“Y/N?” Curious, but still following me, I let him know exactly what I was doing.

“You offered a dance. So,” I had the most confident smirk on my face that made his eyes light up while twirling into him inside of the elevator, making sure the door shut before I kissed, “Let’s dance.”

It became so clear how much tension the both of us had built up inside, shattering with the clash of our lips, every touch and move exceeding anything I ever fantasized about, pushing my chest against his, hand full of his suit jacket when his hand slid up my thigh, pulling our hips together to feel his hardening bulge.

Every time the elevator beeped, I grew more impatient, nearly dragging him out of the elevator when we finally got to the floor of my room.

I didn’t want to stop for a single second, tongues dancing all the way to the edge of my bed, ready to strip till he palmed my lower back, stroking my cheek:

“Slow down, amore. You’re so impatient.”

“Can you blame me?” I finally breathed in, breaking out in goosebumps at his fingertips sliding the strap of my dress off my shoulder:

“I understand, but there’s no need to move so quickly. Your capo just wants the time to adore you beauty.”

“Sí, capo,” I hummed softly at the kiss he left along my neck, unzipping my dress, eyes falling down to the floor with it, taking his good time to see me in just my heels and panties.

For a change, I followed his lead, moonlight peaking through the windows illuminating those gorgeous blue eyes when he took me by the chin, a kiss guiding me back onto the bed.

My heart was beating like normal, but so hard against my chest with his hand sliding down my neck and all over my breasts, nearly moaning already at his fingers rolling my nipple, licking along my ear:

“With all of this beauty, I’m taking my time.”

His words surely tamed my impatience. Just that alone prepared me to be in bed with him for some time.

Closing my eyes softly and submerging into a new world, letting out the soft moans that were building up as his kisses lead down my neck, finding my breasts and making sure to give each their fair share of attention, from soft bites to hard sucks on my nipples that made me squirm a little.

Every nerve was tingling more and more the further down he went, lace panties between his teeth and yanking them away, eyes locked on his physique as his suit jacket was thrown off, spreading my legs wide and upward, watching his tongue slide across his upper lip:

“I want to savor every single taste. Maybe this will take all that bad, sassy mood away.”

“B-Bruno,” One single, broad lick along my clit had me whining, swirling around it having my legs shake, throwing my head back into the pillows when he started sucking.

He formed a tighter grip on my thighs as I began to shake more, taking handfuls of the sheets at a swift lick downward, tongue pushing in and flicking at my walls, then taking me with a mouthful, the pressure at my clit making my legs fight his grip, starting to close his head in.

“R-Right there!” I let my body do as it wanted, beginning to grind against his face, arching at the groan that came from deep in his chest, whining as his strength pushed my legs back down to the mattress, keeping them pinned as he simply devoured me.

Needing no words, only staring throwing his bangs, knowing the blissful state I was in, making sure that I didn’t have even a second to catch a breath, instantly having me come undone, a smile visible even while buried between my legs, mouth wide open against me and licking up the slick from my orgasm.

“See all the good things you can get when your patient, hm?”

Of course, he had to take the time to poke at me, leaving a few kisses along my thighs, but my eyes were focused on what I couldn’t see, only seeing his hands go below his waist.

“Gonna make me wait more?” Not that I was even worried, taking deep breaths and silencing as he kneeled onto the bed, me being the one to admire his body.

Those sexy tattoos, abs so tone and defined, not to mention the impressiveness of his cock, all of the air I took in taken away from it.

“Why do you ask? Is there something else you want?”

I really wasn’t in the mood for the teasing now, especially with him between my legs, slapping his cock against my skin softly.

“You know exactly what I want,” My eyes shot off an intense glare, but I wasn’t getting what I wanted so easily.

“Oh, that?” He smirked, running his tip through my folds, slapping my clit and having my lip trapped between my teeth, “Is that what you want, amore?”

“Don’t be like that, Bruno,” I pouted, closing my eyes and taking in the pleasure that it did give off, hiding the moans from his tip circling my entrance, rubbing my folds softly.

“I Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me,” I could feel his smile again as he placed kisses at my neck and cheek, finally giving him what he wanted, voice so sweet as I told him:

“I want you, Bruno. I want you inside of me already. Please.”

“Good girl,” Nibbling on my ear and easing his cock into me at the same time made me gasp so hard, his girth a lot to take, walls spasming around him already.

“Merda!” Biting my lip again, I looked to see that I haven’t even taken half of him, soft thrusts helping me adjust.

“Shh, I have you,” I loved that he knew how to tend to me so well, guiding my arms around his neck, a hand running through his hair, whispering to him:

“I just never had someone like you.”

“And you’ll never have someone like me again,” His confidence wasn’t just for show, hooking my legs over the button of his inner elbows, pushing forward and with a quick thrust, feeding me all of his cock.

I never moaned in such a filthy way, panting at the quick thrusts he gave, hearing our wet skin every other thrust as he bottomed me out.

Those moans only grew more filthy and loud, pushing forward so our foreheads could meet, nose nuzzling so I could hear his coo:

“Only your capo.”

“Only you, Bruno!” All the mental blocks I had built were broken down to crumbles, finally letting go of every thought I’ve ever had about him, “I only want you, capo!”

“I always knew,” He chuckled softly, lifting his head some and somehow, I knew to find his eyes, teary from the searing burn of pleasure, but held our gaze, “Gonna let me feel you cuming all over me, amore?”

“Y-Yess!” I cried out, head suddenly snapping back, walls pulling him even deeper any time he pulled back a little, a ram of his hips smacking right into my sweet spot, keeping pressure against my clit and cervix, “I’m cuming!”

His forehead fell to mine with a groan rumbling in his chest, thrusts not stopping, but a bit languid as we both felt the death grip I had on his cock, entire body squirming, nails scratching at his back as my hips jerked upward, feeling the squelch of slick making a mess all over our thighs.

“Brava, ragazza,” He mumbled with a soft smile, kissing along with rolls of his hips, “So tight and wet, all for me.”

“You’re just so damn good,” I huffed, hugging his head and moaning at the throbs of his cock, damning him, “Cazzo, Bruno.”

He could only chuckle at that, releasing my legs and pulling me into a warm embrace, “See what you could’ve had sooner if you weren’t such a liar?”

“The beautiful liar that you mentioned earlier?” I shot back, meeting his gaze to see a pure smile this time, shining my own confidence, “There will be no lying about how I feel. You’re mine, capo.”

His smile showed that he proud that I finally owned up to my feelings, being my confident self again, even if I still had some sass, kissing softly, “Now that’s my, ragazza.”

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gonegirlaccount · 2 years ago

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(A/N: okay so I accidentally deleted this so I took a screenshot. So to the anon who requested this, enjoy🤞🏽)

“Not my fault.” Bullied!fem!reader X Vance Hopper(TW: tiny bit of violence)

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You sighed as you picked your stuff up again. While you were walking to class, some girls came over and made fun of you. After that, some boys came and shoved you around making you drop all your stuff. All you wanted to do was go through the day without getting hurt. Was that so hard?

As you got into class, you sat in the seat next to your boyfriend, Vance Hopper. Your relationship with him was secret, since you didn’t really feel like letting everybody know you’re dating somebody.

It’s none of their business anyway.

As you’re putting your stuff down and getting out what you need, Vance leans over to you.

“Why the hell were you so late? You’re usually here before me.” He whispered. “I Uhm dropped my stuff.” You lied. You didn’t need anymore trouble bout telling him what’s going on.

He just eyed you up and down before looking back to the teacher.

You sighed.

‘I hope they leave me alone..I’m not in the mood today and they should already be bored of me.’ you thought.

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You were wrong once again. This time, it was after school, you were walking to the grab n go to see Vance when the boys came back. They laughed at you, making fun of everything about you. But you just kept walking, thinking ‘ they’ll go away soon enough, I just have to wait’.

They didn’t leave. And instead decided to hurt you physically if they couldn’t mentally. They pushed you to the ground and kicked at you. You felt tears in your eyes so you looked down, not wanting them to see. But it was too late.

“Look at her, she’s crying. Crybaby.” They laughed and mocked you. They left soon after since they got bored of you.

You got up, dusted your self off then went back to your journey of seeing Vance. Now, your jeans had a rip, your knee was cut, your cheek was turning purple, your eyes were puffy and red from crying and worst of all, you cried infront of them. Now they would have something to keep reminding you.

As you made it the Grab n go, Vance smiled to see you but it went away when he saw you all pouty and messed up. “Gorgeous, what the fuck happened to you? And who did it?” He asked but you didn’t say anything and just hugged him, sobbing into his shoulder.

He let you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He didn’t give a fuck who was watching, he was going to hug you and comfort you.

After a little while, you calmed down, and Vance asked again. “Listen to me babe okay? If you just tell me, I promise I’ll make everything be better, alright?” You nodded and he sighed.

“So what the hell happened? And who the fuck did it? Cmon, tell me. It’s alright.” Vance asked once more, holding your hand gently. You sighed and decided it’s the right time to tell him.

“Well, I was uh walking here to see you when. These three boys came to me. They..made fun of me than…than they shoved me. And kicked me alot….they made fun of my crying until they were bored.” You told Vance truthfully and you saw him get more upset.

“Why would they want to do that to you? I won’t let it happen again. If you would’ve told me this sooner, I could’ve been able to get rid of..the problem.” Vance sighed and just held you close.

“Don’t worry about it though, Y/N. Because your boyfriend will handle it.” He swore to you.

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The next few days at school, you were expecting the boys the come and make fun of you. But that didn’t happen. Today, the girls seemed a bit terrified to go near you. “T-this is all your fault! Now they have g-get medical attention.” One of the girls said to you.

“Not my fault.”

You said and walked off to where Vance is. He smiled and kissed you gently on the lips infront of everyone at school.

That’s when the girls realized why Vance did what he did.

You were the reason one. You were his lover.

They know better than to mess with you now unless ss they want an ass whopping.

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Bro I was so sleepy making this sorry💔💔💔

#the black phone x reader #the black phone x yn #the black phone #vance hopper #vance hopper x you #vance hopper x reader #x reader #fem reader #bullied reader #robbinkeene

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ronwestbreeze · 2 years ago

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TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART ONE : CHAPTER FIVE

pairing: jake sully x human!fem!reader

summary: in which you and grace make your return to hometree

warnings: none!

word count: 2.6k

author's note: another chapter! yay!

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It wasn’t until Norm started setting up your link bed did you realize what was happening.

Grace was shrugging off her lab coat and Jake was already linked up by the time you entered. A part of you was relieved. You didn’t have to talk to him yet. You weren’t really sure yet what to think of what happened between you two the other night. So right now, not talking to him first thing in the morning was probably the best idea. Especially, when you were already so discombobulated about what you were about to do.

“Are you sure you want me there?” You asked, standing awkwardly next to your link bed. “The kids probably remember you the most anyway—I was just your assistant after all.”

“I could take her place.” Norm tried suggesting even though you all knew the answer to his request.

Grace hoisted herself onto her link bed, “Mo’at wouldn’t have asked for both of us if she thought those kids were only impacted by me, Tinkers.”

“Yeah, but—”

“You’re too humble, kiddo. Those kids loved you then and they will love you now.” Grace gave you a meaningful look before saying slowly, “But if you don’t think you’re ready, I understand. I won’t force you.”

For a moment, you really considered saying no. For a moment, the word was already at the tip of your tongue.

But you stopped yourself. You stopped because you knew he’d win. You knew this fear would keep you from being in a place you loved. All this time, all you ever did was hide.

You had made a promise to yourself. And Project Pandora was an indication of said promise. This would be a part of it too.

After a short pause, you shrugged off your flannel jacket, “Norm, I’m going in.”

Said man looked surprised as you hopped into your link bed while Grace grinned.

Minutes later, Norm appeared next to your bed after setting up Grace’s, “How long has it been since you’ve been in one of these?”

You sighed. There he goes with the questions. “Two years.” You lied down, heart practically hammering within your chest. “I almost feel like I’m a newbie all over again.”

Norm chuckled, “I’m sure you’ll be fine. Probably better at it than me—actually come to think of it, how long have you been on Pandora?”

“Um, since I was sixteen… So four years now?”

He looked surprised, “Huh, I didn’t know they allowed teenagers to travel to Pandora.”

“Quaritch was my legal guardian at the time. Where he went I went.” You glanced at the computer next to your bed, wanting your conversation to be over. “Is it ready?”

Norm nodded and began closing your lid. Not without saying, “Welcome back, Doc.”

And then there was darkness.

Two years passing had made you forget what it felt like to be home.

Even though you had been in your avatar before, it all felt so new again. A thrilling feeling of being free from your human body and being in something new. A fresh start.

The world was a lot brighter now because of it. You could breathe in the air without needing a mask. You didn’t have to look up at other Na’vi people just because you were several inches shorter than them.

When you first woke up in your avatar, you were surprised to find that you were under a log bridge, it was large enough to hide your body so that no one would stumble upon it and accidently mistake it for a dead Na’vi. Well, then again, a Na’vi would be able to tell that it wasn’t one of their own because of your five fingers instead of four and the clothes you left on the body.

It almost felt like you had risen from a grave. Quite a bit morbid if you thought about it.

In a tree nearby, if you remembered correctly, your handmade spear was still there where you left it. Tsu’tey had taught you to carve it yourself and since then you’ve kept it ever since, despite not being in your avatar body for a long while. You made sure to keep it well hidden so that no animals or other Na’vi would take it.

When you found it, it was a bit splintery but still well intact. Could use a bit more carving, you were sure Tsu’tey would say the same if he saw it. Might even force you to make a new one.

A smile tugged at your lips.

“Hey, Tinkers!” You look up to find Grace’s avatar jogging toward you with a large grin on her lips. “Long time no see.”

You grin, “I’ve always been here you know. It’s not like you haven’t seen me.”

Grace smiled at you and gestured toward your avatars, “Not like this. It’s been too long.” She then gestured toward the opposite direction, “Come on, the village’s this way.”

You had forgotten what it felt like running in your avatar form. You were a lot faster than you would be in your human form, your long legs stretching forward as you went. Plus, without the mask, there was no fog covering the glass around your face, temporarily blurring your vision with how much breathing you were doing with it on.

Instead your face was barren and the breath felt amazing against your new skin.

During the time when the school was open, you had only been to the Omatikaya village only once. And that one time was when Sylwanin begged you to come and hunt with her and Tsu’tey, his original betrothal before it fell to her younger sister. You didn’t know how to hunt at the time so Tsu’tey, begrudgingly, decided to teach you the basics so at least you’d be able to keep up with them. Really, if it were up to him back then, you probably wouldn’t have been invited.

But he would’ve done anything to please Sylwanin. And that included playing nice with her new friend which happened to be you. Even reluctantly learn the handshake you taught them. Tapping your hearts three times. Three hearts. One beat.

Now it was: Two hearts. One beat.

“Sa’nok! Sa’nok!” Was the first thing you heard upon entering the Omatikaya village. It was the same as you remembered it. Hometree stood tall and proud in the sky, blue dots of Na’vi jumping about in the high branches. You didn’t really expect to see children so soon, but then again it made sense considering around this time they would either be training or following the adult Na’vi around.

Seeing them run toward Grace and you made your heart elated immediately. Some of them you recognized having known them since they were little, now they were taller and almost reached your shoulders. They surrounded the two of you excitedly.

“Look at you all.” Grace smiled as she kneeled down to be at their level. “You’ve grown so much!”

“Sa’nok, look what I made!” One of the children said excitedly, holding up a handmade knife. Seeing Grace smiling and happy with the children surrounding her felt so right. It felt like there had been a missing piece to a puzzle that you could not solve for the longest time. And now, watching Grace be happy as if they were back at the school again, you believed that void had slowly begun to fill itself back up. All the nerves you had felt before were slipping away when some of the kids approached you.

There was a small tug at the hem of your shirt. You looked down to find one girl looking up at you curiously, “Tsmuke, do you remember me? My name is Osa, you gave me a doll. It was—how do Sky People call it? Sheep?”

Your heart melted as you knelt down in front of her, “Osa? Yes, I do remember you! You’re such a big girl now!”

“I know how to shoot an arrow now! Do you want to see?” Osa grinned excitedly, grabbing your hand.

You grinned, “Sure, I would love to see.”

“Let me go get my bow!”

Osa ran off and a few other children took her place. They asked the both of you and Grace where you had been and why they hadn’t seen you in a while. Grace explained it to them the best way she could until Osa came back seconds later with her bow and arrows.

She tugged at your hand, “Come on, come on! Let’s go!”

You allowed the girl to drag you off, followed by a few more kids. You all didn’t wander too far from the village, especially when one of the adult Na’vi said to stay in view so they could watch them. Or rather watch you closely. You didn’t mind it really nor did you blame them. Right now you were just thankful to even be allowed back into the village.

There was a small pond of fish that you all arrived at. Osa readied her bow and arrow, rambling on about how her father taught her to aim and load the arrow. You listened closely and knelt down next to her as she began to aim her arrow at the pond.

“Don’t miss this time, Osa!” One of the older boys, Maw’i, teased.

“Yeah or you’ll scare the food away!” Another boy said.

You hushed them, sending them a stern look, “If you keep at that, you’ll distract her. Then she’ll actually miss and scare them away. We wouldn’t want that would we?”

“No, tsmuke.” They both say with small pouts.

Osa nudged you to gain your attention again. You nod to her, giving her the go ahead. Osa aimed her arrow and waited a few seconds, then she let go of the arrow and missed.

There were snickers behind you, “Ssh!” You say to them before turning back to Osa. “It’s okay, just try again. Those fish can be really fast.”

Osa nodded and retrieved her arrow. She aimed at the pond again. You motioned for the older kids to be quiet and gently patted Osa’s arm, silently encouraging her.

After a few more seconds of her pausing, she let the arrow go. And this time it hit one of the fishes.

“Well done, Osa!” You cheered, clapping your hands happily. When you stood, she hugged your waist tightly and you patted her head. “Go one and get your fish, okay? Then we can head back to the village and show the others.”

Osa nodded and skipped toward the pond to retrieve the fish and her arrow. Just as you gathered up the children, especially the older ones that got distracted by playing amongst each other, all of you started your way back to the village.

“Tsmuke!”

At first, you thought it was more kids coming your way but when you glanced over your shoulder, you instead saw Tsu’tey on a direhorse riding toward you. Osa hugged your leg as he stopped in front of you, brows raised curiously at you being surrounded by children.

“Tsamsiyu!” You nod with a grin.

Tsu’tey got off his direhorse, sizing you up and down as he walked paced around you. “I did not expect to see you here or in this form of yours ever again.” He tapped his heart twice.

“Don’t even think about it, Tsu’tey.” You said, doing the same with your heart. You already knew what he was thinking with the way he was examining your physique and spear that was strapped over your shoulder. “I’m not even ready! It’s been years, it wouldn’t be a fair fight!”

“Are you challenging her again?” Maw’i questioned. He was one of the kids you remembered taking care of when the school was open. And there was no doubt that he remembered you and Tsu’tey’s earlier relationship. Had to since the boy practically followed you around when he was younger, especially when Tsu’tey stopped by the school.

“Huh? What of it, little man?” Tsu’tey smirked before looking at you challengingly. “Sounds to me like you’re scared, dreamwalker.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him away, “That’s enough strong warrior. You know I can’t beat you.”

Tsu’tey smirked but backed off. He fell into step with you as you and the children walked back to the village. As you got closer to the village you saw that Grace was deep in conversation with a few Na’vi women, children still clinging to her as much as they clung to you.

“When are you going to try and become Omatikaya?” Tsu’tey asked you, eyes watching Grace curiously. “Like your demon friend.”

You tried not to snort at the latter bit. Really, you were surprised at his question. It was the last thing you expected from him considering he was so against the Sky People invading his home. But it was sweet in a way. But also the question dampened your smile, just a bit.

“No matter what I do, I do not think I will really belong here.” You say truthfully as some of the kids at your side rushed over toward Grace. “And that is something I’ve come to terms with a long time ago.”

“Hmph.” Was all he said.

You scoffed, “Really? That’s it? No words of comfort?”

Tsu’tey rolled his eyes but patted your head. It was the only comfort he knew how to give. He did it when the two of you were younger as well. Seems like things hadn’t changed that much.

He looked past you and his eyes suddenly narrowed, “Your demon friend is here.”

It was kind of pathetically hilarious at how quickly you turned toward the direction Tsu’tey was looking.

Next to Neytiri was, who you assumed, was Jake in his avatar form. This was the first time you’ve seen it and you were pleasantly surprised at how similar his face was compared to human form. The only difference now was that he was blue and standing instead of being in a wheelchair.

You heard Tsu’tey grumble next to you as Jake’s eyes met yours.

It wasn’t until you saw Jake’s stunned face did you realize that he hasn’t seen your avatar before now. You realized Tsu’tey had left your side, especially when Jake approached you with Neytiri trailing behind.

“Oel ngati kameie.” You nod to Neytiri.

A look of recognition crosses her face as she was sizing you up. After a pause, she nodded in return, “Oel ngati kameie, tsmuke.”

Jake was still looking at you in slight awe, Neytiri noticed this and rolled her eyes. She smacked your arm and mumbled, “He’s still big baby.”

You giggled as Neytiri walked away. Jake looked at you in confusion, glancing from Neytiri to you, “What? What did she say about me?”

“You still have a lot to learn, Puppet.” You patted his arm but then frowned when you noticed small cuts on his chest and the side of his head. “Really? Not even a few hours here and you’ve already bled?”

He caught your hand when you went to check one of the cuts on his chest, “I’m fine, Doc.” He smirked, hand still grasped around your wrist. It grew when you tried hiding your flustered state. “Neytiri’s just throwing me around a bit.”

“Sounds kinky.” You quipped, playfully shoving him away until he let you go.

“Funny, I said the same thing and got a bow smacked in my face.”

“You probably deserved it.”

Jake grasped both of your arms and started pulling you in a random direction, “Come on, I wanna show you something.”

You frown but let him pull you along, “Shouldn’t you be training?”

“Not when the teacher is distracted.” Jake grinned back at you. “Come on before she catches us.”

The mischief in his eyes wasn’t missed by you as he continued dragging you through the forest.

You were definitely going to regret this somehow.

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lost-girl-2021 · 2 years ago

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Adopted Spider AU Idea

Okay so I had this idea for a avatar AU, where Spider is raised/adopted by the Sully’s from a young age and they don’t tell him Quaritch is his father. As far as he knows, his mom was a pilot on the Na’vi’s side and died during the battle. They didn’t really want to lie to him, but when Kiri gets to go see her birth mom, he wants to see his too, assuming she’s in a pod or something like Grace is. He’s already just so sad when they tell him he can’t visit his mom, because she’s not anywhere anymore, that they can’t bring themselves to break his heart and make him feel any more like the alien he is. So, they paint Paz as a brave warrior and keep it vague enough that they won’t get caught in any lies. And that was enough for (maybe five to eight year old) Spider. Besides, he loves his mama (Neytiri) and papa (Jake) and all of his siblings. Even before he was old enough to fit into a mask, they would visit him constantly and teach him about the woods and their home. When he was around seven or eight and old enough to go outside, he was instantly welcomed into his family’s home and never spent a night alone again.

(Also, in this, I’m aging Spider down to twelve, Neteyam is sixteen, Kiri and Lo’ak are fifteen, Tuk is eight. So, Spider’s the youngest Big Kid and his siblings are protective of him not only because he’s human and tiny, but because he’s also younger. I think to do this logically, it’d have to be a situation where Na’vi kids age faster than human kids, like maybe there ages start to even out/slow around puberty or something. Idk, haven’t super thought it out.)

Anyways, the rest of the movie stuff still happens. Except, it’s Kiri, Lo’ak, and Spider (Tuk is at home, silence bought with the promise of bringing her back fruit or something cool). When Lo’ak calls in about the Avatars, Neytiri flips, because she knows her children are all capable and strong and skilled, but those are her babies. And Spider— the boy who never remembers his spare mask and is always finding something death-defying to try? She thinks she’ll have the Na’vi equivalent of a heart attack.

So, they’re trying to head back home, get attacked and when Quaritch approaches Spider, Lo’ak and Kiri go crazy screaming at him to get away from their brother. And Lo’ak also recognizes Quaritch as the somehow reanimated murderer who was also Spider’s birth father. He’d overheard a conversation, years before, between his parents and Neteyam. His parents had explained it to the oldest and Lo’ak had accidentally found out as well. He ended up sneaking into the lab shack and finding a picture of the man (and his file). So, when Quaritch asks for Spider’s name, Lo’ak flips.

“Don’t tell him! Don’t say a word!” Lo’ak screeched from a few feet away.

The Avatar didn’t even glance his brother’s way. “I asked you a question, boy. What’s your name?”

Spider glanced at his siblings, heart racing. “Spider. . . Socorro.”

“His name is Spider Sully, he is my family!” Lo’ak hissed in English this time. “He is not yours!”

“Miles?” The man kneeled in front of him, looking at him strangely.

Miles. Miles. Miles. When was the last time he’d heard that name?

“Nobody calls me that.” It came out a near-whisper and he looked towards his brother. “Why does he know my name?”

“Don’t believe anything he says! He’s a ghost! A demon! He’s a liar!” Lo’ak screamed back, before one of the Avatars covered his mouth.

A little ways away, Kiri looked just as confused, still fighting against her captor as she tried to lean his way. Spider risked turning his gaze back to the man in front of him. He looked . . . weird. Emotional.

“I thought they’d send you back to Earth.”

“You can’t put babies in cryo.” He said as bravely as he could manage. “Why do you care, dipshit?”

The man’s brow furrowed as he settled a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Because, I’m your father.”

Spider reared back, breath catching loudly inside his mask. He looked over the large man’s arm, meeting his older brother’s wide-eyes.

“Lo’ak?”

“He lies!” The boy hissed, thrashing harder, two Avatars pinning him down this time.

“I’m telling the truth, Miles.”

“Don’t call me that.” It came out as a whisper. “My— my name is Spider.”

Quaritch gave him a curious look, letting him go and standing up once more. He turned away from the boy as another Avatar grabbed him, pressing two fingers to the communicator around his neck and calling out some code talk Spider didn’t have the capacity to process anymore.

He glanced down at the pack strapped to his loincloth, double-checking that the light hadn’t started blinking. Everything was working correctly, the seal had been done right when he’d left that morning. His parents always insisted on checking his mask when he put it back on after morning meal. His spare was strapped to his brother’s waist, Lo’ak learning long ago that Spider couldn’t be trusted to remember something so important. Spider had visited the shack the day before with the others to visit Grace and Max had replaced his mask and battery before they left. He should be fine.

But, it was kind of hard to breathe. And it was getting harder to focus. He sucked in a breath, looking over at his sister. She looked just as lost as him, yellow eyes locked onto him. She whispered to him, words reaching him from across the semi-circle.

“Be calm, little brother. Be calm.”

He forced himself to breathe in once more.

By the time Spider felt somewhat normal again, it’d been almost a half hour. Just . . . standing. Waiting. Spider wondered where their parents were. Spider and Lo’ak were five feet away from each other, but it felt like twenty. Both had guards on them, but they whispered as softly as they could while still being able to hear each other.

“Why does he know who I am? Is he really my . . . ” Spider asked, glancing towards the large Avatar called Quaritch.

“He’s not.” Lo’ak insisted. “You don’t have a father, like Kiri. We just have Dad. That demon is going to lie and try to trick you— he’s a monster, Spi. Don’t let him get inside your head. If he talks to you, don’t— “

A short whistle made Lo’ak stop speaking. All three of the Sully kids turned their heads South. Another call sounded. Mama.

Instead of Spider getting left behind, Quaritch flat-out yoinks Spider up onto his shoulder and hides him, cuffing him to a branch or him or something. And the chopper is arriving to pick them up, so he’s out of there first with Spider and—

Spider thrashed, mask fogging from tears and heavy breathing. He looked down, eyes meeting with his mom’s.

“Mama! Mama, please!” He screamed, trying to get away, to reach towards her.

He could see that she was crying too, climbing a tree like she could go high enough to grab him. He could see his dad, looking up at him, looking so angry. Angry at Spider? Angry that he was weak enough to get caught? Spider clawed at the monster— Quaritch, they’d called him. The man just tightened his grip. Spider didn’t care if he fell, didn’t care if he ended up tumbling towards the ground. His dad— his real dad would catch him. The year before, when Neteyam first got his Ikran, he’d taken Spider for a ride. Spider had fallen, goofing off in a way that a new rider couldn’t handle. He’d been caught by his dad before he could even have time to scream. Dad always caught Spider. Every time he fell from a tree or tripped over a root— dad was always there. Because, Spider was too weak. Spider was too human.

The whole thing ended up super long, so part two will be up later.

#atwow spider #avatar #atwow fanfiction #spider avatar #avatar way of water #spider #avatar fanfiction #miles spider socorro #atwow

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dany-is-my-queen · 3 years ago

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A Question of Loyalty III

Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader, Alicent Hightower x reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Note: Another flashback chapter! This one is a favorite of mine 🖤 happy reading! Always appreciate the support 🥰

Summary: When dragons of green and dragons of black dance, you have to choose the color that suits you best.

Life was surely stepping in in an incredible pace, for every day since the wedding you wanted to escape the place again, Aegon’s High Hill being your paradise, yet your downfall altogether.

“My daughter, I know I was harsh on you, a bit too much. You fought bravely beside us, not to prove yourself but because that’s who you are. This is for you.” Corlys said, handing you a handsome Valyrian sword, the pommel shaped by a seahorse.

“I thank you, father. It means the world.” You beamed at the sight of your new blade.

“How should you name it then?”

“Nightrider.” You put it back inside its sheath.

“By the way, Y/N…” Corlys was nigh hesitant to ask. “Now that your bother’s a husband. And Leana has taken a great interest on prince Daemon, well…” He chose carefully his words, not to appear pressuring, he did anyway. “Lords across the whole Realm have shown their fascination towards you. The son of Lord Tully, for instance. Houses Tyrell, Blackwood, Tarly, Costayne, Rowan… I could go on. You’re a comely lady, you ride a dragon, but, youth won’t last forever, my child. Don’t you want to form a family as soon as possible?”

“I wish a woman could mother a babe without a man.” You plainly answered, not sounding rude, however. Corlys knew better than prompt you any further, setting your mind already, too much alike your mother Rhaenys.

Moons flew by, and you continued dwelling in the matters of the heart, concerning both your childhood companions. Alicent glistened whenever she came across you, too bashful to comment about your “romantic, non appropriate encounter” on the night of Rhaenyra’s wedding. But you knew what it had meant to her, you had lit a spark that will not be easy for her to extinguish.

Having just woken up to start the day, a guard came to fetch you and escorted you to the Godswood, where Syrax’s rider solemnly awaited you. Haven’t spoken for weeks, you didn’t know what to expect, or how to react to her very presence, in that case.

“Princess Rhaenyra.”

“Riñnykeā Y/N, nyke istan hoping īlon could ȳzaldrīzes.” (Lady Y/N, I was hoping we could talk)

“Skoros iksos konīr naejot vestragon?” (What is there to say?) You blurted, in all honesty discourteousness was not your intent, but when you peeped into her eyes, it was like a shock to your heart, you were already used to the feeling. “I apologize for my bad manners, Princess.”

“I never meant to insult you, Y/N. Not even at my wedding… I don’t know why I said that. I would never consider you or treat you as my whore, let alone offend you by calling you someone else's. I guess I just... lost my mind. You were... my Lady, my equal. I'm truly sorry. I'm not asking you to forgive me and start over. It will be hard, I know, but I care about you a lot. I've lied to you, I've kept secrets, even confessing to you now makes me ashamed. If you hate me, then it's okay. The fault is mine and mine alone. You know, I've always wondered why they call me the Realm’s Delight when that title should belong to you. Any man or woman lucky enough to catch your eye is the luckiest in the Seven Kingdoms, in the whole fucking world. You deserve so much more than I can offer you. Bless se mēre bona gets naejot lua aōha prūmia.” (Bless the one that gets to keep your heart)

“Riñnykeā Y/N, nyke istan hoping īlon could ȳzaldrīzes.” (Lady Y/N, I was hoping we could talk)

“Me and Her Grace.” She countered.

“The Realm’s Delight fits only a Princess. And so happens you are the only one.” You strived to keep the Queen away from the conversation, because you are likely to give yourself away in one way or another.

“You are forgetting my little step sister.” She simpered.

“Helaena is the sweetest. I cannot wait until you and Laenor indulge me with a niece, isn’t that a marvelous thing to hope?” Nonchalantly you proposed, Rhaenyra titled her head to stare at you amusingly.

“You might beat me to it.” You shared an affectionate chortle.

The memory of your yet third reconciliation with the Princess comes to you in a blur, for only a few weeks later she announced she was with child. Your curiosity was at its hilt, you avoided such topics with Leanor, but it was fast… as it was expected of them.

Alicent had delivered another princeling, Aemond, Viserys named him. The first offspring of your brother and Rhaenyra came without a fuss, summoning your presence during childbirth, you abided, despite the ache buried within you, no time for being selfish, you whispered to yourself.

“He has your eyes.” Rhaenyra bespoke, swinging the baby in her arms, you pressed a peck on his little hand, he seemed to reciprocate your caress for he tangled his small fingers on your index one. “How should we name him?” Rhaenyra asked as if you were the other parent, not minding at all the midwives and handmaidens nearby, lost in her son and in you.

“Shouldn’t you… consult it with Laenor?”

“I have a few in mind.” She ignored your question, so you did too.

“Jaecerys.”

“That’s a name fit for a prince.” Said she with joy. “You’ll make a fine King one day, Jace.”

*********

You were perhaps too enthralled to notice, or perhaps you didn’t want to notice. Apparently everyone around you did. The Commander of the City Watch, Ser Harwin Strong, dubbed Breakbones, was a constant companion? To the Princess, seldom did he leave her side, being her sworn protector. He spent time of quality with little prince Jaecerys as well, what you paid mind only after the second birth of your brother’s child, Lucerys. You flinched at what it could meant. Was Rhaenyra seeking warmth on another man’s bed?

“Lady Y/N.” The Queen saluted you, donned in her usual green attires, you been neglecting her, but spending time with Princess Helaena, the introvert girl of four of age. Prince Aegon turning himself in quiet the troublemaker. “Helaena treasures her moments with you.” She watched her daughter dozing in your lap as a result of an hour playing with her dolls. “She won’t even play with me.”

“She’s a special girl.” You recited a sweet lullaby, remembering the letters Rhaenys sang for you as a toddler.

Alicent fought with all her might not to bring up Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin matter, concentrated instead on the sight before her.

“I’ve missed you.” She murmured not to disturb her daughter’s nap.

“I’m always here.” You responded in the same hushed tone, meeting her gaze, she knelt to where you laid on the floor, and eased in when you stroke her chin with delicacy. “Always”

**********

A year later, right after you returned to the Capital from visiting Laena and her twins, Queen Alicent was heavy with child once more, maesters wagered she was carrying twins, after an exhausting labor, she gave birth to a healthy male baby with hair as white as the snow, “Daeron”, he was named. Hence, the delivery has left her in a grievous state. The King was untroubled it would seem, for he wasn’t there attending to her.

“Y/N?” Alicent said with a fragile voice when she felt a hand on hers.

“Yes, my Queen. How are you holding up?”

“I’m afraid, what if I don’t survive this?”

You looked at her with fret. “You will, you will recover. You are to meet the new handsome prince you had delivered.” Tenderly you smiled at her.

“Would you raise my children, if something were to happen to me??” She uttered.

“Of course. But nothing is happening to you, not as long as I live, you shall be secure. I’d fight the Stranger myself if that’s what it took.”

“You only want to use that sword of yours.” Alicent japed. “I thought you were with Rhaenyra.” She winced.

“I wanted to be here.” You replied. “Even though, on my way I stumbled across her and Ser Harwin.”

The wet nurse came in with an inconsolable Daeron on her arms. “He won’t stop whimpering, your Grace. Perhaps if he sees your face, it’ll do.” Alicent shifted, trying to adjust to a more comfortable position.

“Oh my baby boy.”

“May I?” You gestured at the Queen softly, while the nurse awaited Alicent’s consent to hand you the babe.

“You may.” Little Daeron halted his cries once you took him in, you wiggled him and recited the same melody as with Jace and Helaena. “You’d be an excellent mother.” She later stated.

You've grown attached of the little princeling, you've taught him some of your mother tongue, you've played with him, soothed him to sleep. Alicent's heart swelled when she sees how fond you are of each other.

In his lodgings, he held a pair of wooden knights. “Mother mother!” Daeron exclaimed rather enthusiastic, it alarmed you a bit.

“What is it, my darling boy?” A worried Alicent gasped.

“This is you and this is Y/N.” He alluded to the stiff toys.

“Oh and who might I be?” You humorously asked.

“You’re the fearless dragon rider of the ancient Silverwing!”

“And I?” It was the Queen’s turn to comically inquire.

“You’re the damsel in distress, who’s seeking saving from her one true love.” He innocently said. You and Alicent look at each other expectantly, he didn’t notice though. “You are to rescue mother, get her to safety back to her home, you’ll defeat all enemies and armies with your dragon!” It is true that Viserys was never a parental figure to neither of them, he rarely visited them, even less did he play with them. “Can Y/N be my other mother, please, please?” He pleaded, and you doted on him.

“I thought I already was.” You joked and Alicent contemplated you in amazement, loving every second of the play pretending, wishing it could last forever.

You missed Daeron deeply, even though it has only been a few moons since he left for Oldtown to be Lord Hightower's squire, he took with him a bracelet with a little dragon in the middle that you gave him and his astounding hatchling (growing every day) Tessarion. He wept all night when he learned he was leaving, clutching to your leg tightly the next day and pouting until you promised him you would visit him as soon as you could, as long as he went and behaved like a proper prince.

“I love you, my silver boy.” You told him before he climbed into the carriage leaving you holding back tears with Alicent by your side.

Another two years have passed, and the Realm’s Delight pregnancy does not seem to be coming to an end. It's ironic, though. The women you love the most, producing heir after heir to men they do not exactly love, out of duty. Was it? You knew it was Alicent's case, you began to doubt the Princess'. You grew more and more fond of them, the "green" princes caring for you but not warming to you as much as the "black" princelings.

“Aunt Y/N! Can we go flying on Silverwing?” The lads begged excitingly, you whisked their heads and let them down slowly.

“I promise I will take you soon enough, when you are older.”

“We want to grow up fast to ride with you!” Little Jace exclaimed.

“You’ll be taller than me in no time. As of now, I’ll teach you how to give commands in Valyrian so both Vermax and Arrax get used to your voices. lua gīda, sōvegon, dohaeragon.” (Keep calm, fly, serve)

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“You shouldn’t have called for her.” You reprimanded Her Grace, she gave you a look and scoffed.

“I didn’t ask them to retrieve her. I’m ecstatic to make the acquaintance of my newest step-grandson.”

The truth behind why Alicent was doing this was to prove his point to you of all people; and to Viserys by all means. She’s spent years and years watching the Princess do as she pleases while taking advantage of being the heir, and bearing bastards in front of everyone's eyes. Hurting you, most of all. Neglecting your "friendship", knowing how much it hurt you that she was married to her brother, and now breaking her vows and lying with another man. Her insinuations had fallen on stony ears, she wasn't finished yet.

“You shouldn’t be walking in this condition, Princess.” With false politeness, Alicent expressed her concern. Rhaenyra looked beyond knocked out, sweating from head to toe, and your brother was upset, as well. You knew she was indignant that you were standing now with Her Grace, as if rooting for her or something of the sort.

“Have you picked a name already?” You cut the tension, while King Viserys arrived to proudly view his grandchild, as he had done before.

“Joffrey.” Laenor interjected ahead of the Princess, visibly confused by the sudden response of her husband. “We will name him Joffrey.”

“That’s an uncommon name for a Velaryon.” Alicent pointed out, peeking in between the pair.

“Lovely, nonetheless.” You attested.

“Yes, it is.” Viserys and Laenor chatted a bit whilst indulging in the sight of the newborn. Leaving you with a fatigued Rhaenyra on the settee, intending to get up to no avail, you offered your arm to her.

“I hope the labor was easy.” You said to her.

“Without you there, trust me, it wasn’t. Se dāria emagon mirre ao occupied se distracted.” (The Queen has kept you occupied and distracted) The Princess answered.

“īlon’ve issare both rather occupied isse bona case.” (We’ve been both rather occupied in that case)

“Would you mind speaking the common tongue in the presence of those who do not speak your language?” Alicent awkwardly said, catching the words “distracted and occupied”, annoying her.

“Sorry, your Grace.” Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, and turned to leave.

“My wife needs to rest. If you’ll excuse us. Your Grace, my King. Sister, would you mind accompany us?” The Queen gave you leave even though you don’t actually require it, she was irritated.

“Do keep trying, Ser Laenor; soon or late, you may get one who looks like you.”

You feel bad, guilty even, that Alicent does not cease on insisting about the same affair that began years ago. You also feel betrayed when you are in the same room as the Commander and the Princess, you can see the way he looks at her, how devoted he is to her, and how he has a special treatment with her kids. You’ve never approached Rhaenyra with this, nor has anyone more than Alicent being adamant on it.

“Mother, father! We’ve chosen and egg for the baby.” Jace said cheerfully, along with Luke. “Look, aunt Y/N, you like it?”

“I do, sweetheart. It’ll be a beautiful hatchling.” You admired the egg, and Luke hugged your waist to greet you.

“Off with you now, lads. Your mother wants to rest.” He urged the kids back to the Dragonpit to resume their training. Harwin was so deep in awe with the new babe and Rhaenyra looked apologetic when Laenor suggested you should leave the apartments.

“Y/N, a stroll in the gardens?” He offered, and noticed your gloomy resemblance, you threw a last glance at Rhaenyra before nodding and following him outdoors.

You didn’t ask Laenor more questions, nor were you eager to hear the answers he possessed. Despite of enjoying his own freedom, he was aware of things you were ignorant, ones you decided not to pay heed to save the torture.

“I was thinking… everything’s quiet here as of late. We should pay a visit to our sister and nieces. They’re still in Pentos. Sort of a… break.” Laenor suggested, you pondered for a minute.

“What of your wife and children?” You countered.

“They’ll be fine without me. They got good company.” He regretted what he said just when the words came out. “They are home.“

“I don’t know, Laenor. I of course do want to see Laena again. But being absent now does not seem like a good idea. The Queen is relentless.”

“She has no proof of anything, Y/N. They’re all mere false accusations to put his own son on the Throne. Don’t you miss flying with your favorite brother? I can’t hardly recall when was the last time we did so together. Oh I know why you’re reluctant! You fear again not winning the race between Silverwing and Seasmoke.” He jested, and you crackled hard.

“Oh yeah, you caught me.”

Later that evening, you approached the Queen and the young Princess, Helaena, who’s apparently way too focused on the worm on the top of her palm. Aemond was there too, all covered in ash and soot.

“My Lady.” Alicent addressed you, still upset, but now she was fuming.

“Bad timing?”

“Your nephews gave my son a pig.” Alicent hissed, holding Aemond close.

“What?”

“They were making fun of me.” Aemond shouted. “I’ll never have a dragon.”

“What have I just told you, my sweet son? Give it time.”

“My prince, if Silverwing does ever brings another clutch of eggs, I will personally deliver one to you, as a gift for your bravery.” You doubted your silvery dragon would indeed, as she’s an old one but whoever knows? You meant it though, the promise to him.

“Thank you.” Helaena proceded to show her insects to her younger brother, not a fan of them himself, he still paid attention to her.

“Those boys…” Alicent commenced.

“It’s not their nature. They’re gentle, kindhearted.”

“They resemble to you in those aspects. They might as well be yours.” For the first time, her clear resentment towards the children wasn’t one with rancour, you chuckled and so did she.

“Walk with me?” You strolled the small sunken courtyard, out of sight of creeping eyes.

“Is there a specific reason why you decided to bring us here, my Queen? You asked in an amused voice, she feigned offense.

“What are you insinuating?”

“That you want to kiss me.” She made a neutral face, and you began to think that you'd got it all wrong, that you'd misread the signs. "Alicent... -" With your guard down, she pulled you by the back of the neck and shut down your further ramblings, you reciprocated and as soon as she was done she hugged you affectionately.

“Sometimes I still wonder... if what I feel is a sin, if I'm a sinner for loving you this much.” You frowned, you observed that there was a battle going on inside her soul, inside her mind. She found herself thinking about her father, Otto’s words and warnings still echoing.

“Be careful with that girl, Alicent. She’ll destroy you.”

“Prepare Aegon to rule.”

“You cannot love another woman, you stupid, unholy child.”

“Aegon will be King. It is your duty to see it done.”

Trying to soothe her, you placed your forehead against hers. “It is not, I do not believe so. We are who we are, Alicent. We are true to ourselves, and that’s a brave thing to do. We embrace it, that’s why we get to feel alive, otherwise, we’d be empty.”

“I feel empty when I’m not with you.”

“Then you have answered your own question, my Queen." She smiled, and you planted another kiss on her immaculate lips.

*********

After an "incident" in the training yard involving the boys, you heard that Harwin beat the hell out of Criston, you were glad that he was put in his place after a lot of taunting and scorn regarding your nephews. You honestly don't know how you control yourself in similar situations. However, Breakbones is leaving the city to return to his duties as heir to Harrenhal. Rhaenyra and Alicent kept disagreeing on every issue, however big or small.

“Lady Y/N, I…-“ The silver-head does not seem to find the words to say, caught in her throat. “Pardon me, for bothering at these hours but, I want to say my farewells to you.” You were unable to register.

“Farewells?”

“I am leaving for Dragonstone, my lady. With the kids and my husband, your brother.”

“Is this because of the Queen’s-“

“A wise sailor leaves ahead of a gathering storm rather than try to defeat it.”

“Those are Laenor’s beliefs. You cannot-“

“I am serious, Y/N. It pains me, really it does. Jace and Luke too. But it’s better if we get some fresh air, different surroundings might do them good, Joffrey to grow up without the bitterness of the Capital. We cannot longer stand the increasing rumors, the gossip, the mounting threats and humiliation we have endured. I don’t even know what side you’re on, Y/N. You’re obviously torn. And it hurts.”

“Rumors or not, those boys are important to me. I adore them.”

“I know they are, and I know you do. I need to protect them from those who do not share your sentiment.” She gave a meekly half smile.

“A clever sailor finds the way to surround the gathering storm rather than to flee it.”

“Now, those are your beliefs. It’ll make the children happy if you bid them goodbye first light in the morrow.”

“I will.”

Has Rhaenyra stopped caring about you, has everything been spoiled by her feelings for Harwin Strong? You felt stupid, this started years ago. Since her wedding, she was never the same, and neither were you. Those were selfish thoughts, deep down you knew. Asking her to stay in King's Landing was too much, and you also knew Alicent would keep pushing it. Better that she went with her family to a safer place. It might help your feelings dissolve once and for all.

Just two weeks later, you decided it was your turn to think of yourself, and with suitors coming like hunters, stalking you every chance they got, leaving the court seemed appealing too, so you set off on your silvery she-dragon for High Tide to find the comfort of home, your parents and old friends.

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#game of thrones fic #got #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon #hotd #dragon queen #team black #team green #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen x reader#alicent hightower x reader

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 2 years ago

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matt and reader are really good friends and one day reader finally asks matt out and he says yes but then a case or daredeviling runs late and reader ignores him for the week because he stood her up but with a happy ending??

omg I love this sm! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

rooftop apologies (Matt x f reader)

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You and Matt have been great friends ever since college, your friendship has always been something you valued deeply- just a fun and genuine connection.

You, Matt, Foggy and Karen were having a friend's night at Matt’s apartment, all exchanging funny stories while you shared Chinese food.

“Who wants the last spring roll? It’ll have to go in the trash if no one claims it.” Foggy said while shaking the box as if to tempt you all.

“I can’t- I’m full.” Karen sighed as she leaned back into the sofa.

“No- no, get that away.” You swatted the box, not able to manage another bite.

“Well, if no one else does.” Matt responds, digging his chopsticks into the container.

“I actually should be going… I have a meeting with Ellison early in the morning.” Karen says, sitting up straight.

“I really should too, got a big case coming up.” Foggy says with a sigh.

You all said your goodbyes, hugging each other before parting. Foggy and Karen got a taxi together, but you stayed behind to help Matt clean.

“No leave that, I’ll do it in the morning.” Matt says walking over to you in the kitchen.

“It’s okay, I’m nearly finished anyway.” Placing the clean dishes on the rack. “It’s a ‘thank you’ for paying my part of dinner.” You joke.

“I didn’t- oh.” Chuckling as he got a beer from the fridge. “Okay, yeah I can deal with that.” Uncapping the bottle, taking a sip as he rested against the worktop.

“Just messing with you, but these are finally done… need any other help?” Drying your hands as you looked around his apartment.

“No no- you’ve done more than enough, thank you.” Smiling at you as he rested his chin on the top of the glass bottle.

“Okay, I’ll get out your hair.” You say excusing yourself.

“You sure? We can sit on the roof, like old times?” He sweetly offers.

“I’d love to, but I have an early shift tomorrow.” You lied as you picked up your bag. You wanted to stay but whenever it was just you two, you felt like you were going to blurt out the thing you were trying to hide from him. Or that he’d figure out you were hiding something by listening to the way your heart pumped wildly.

“That’s okay, maybe next time.” He kindly reassures with a smile.

Putting on your shoes and coat, walking to the front door with Matt tailing close behind. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you turn around to face him. “Hey, Matt?” You slowly start.

“Yeah.” Matching his tone with yours.

“Would you maybe like to go out sometime?” You ask with help from liquid courage.

“Like uh- like a date?” He smiles.

“Um- yeah, but it doesn’t have to be.” Feeling flustered.

“I’d love to. How about Friday at seven? I’ll pick you up.”

“Perfect. Great, okay, uh- see you soon.” Kissing his cheek goodbye as you left.

Exiting the building, you look up to see Matt perched at the edge of the rooftop. Even though you live in the next block over, he keeps a lookout for you- always making sure you get home safely. He doesn’t know that you know about it, and you liked to keep it that way.

Three days had passed since you asked out Matt and it’s now finally Friday. Shrieking out of excitement while you got ready, telling yourself to calm down as you finished off the last touches. You’ve been looking forward to this day for years. You had always had a crush on Matt, but you’d dare say anything about it- hating the possibility of ruining your friendship.

Checking your phone to see that it was five past seven, it’s okay it’s only been five minutes, he’ll be here soon.

Slipping on your shoes and spritzing a few pumps of perfume, deciding to wait patiently by the front door.

What’s keeping him? You thought to yourself, taking your phone out from your bag to see that it’s now twenty past seven. He’s usually very punctual, so his lateness started to worry you.

Even more time passed and you felt your heart begin to sink. He’s not standing you up, right? Right? Slumping into your armchair as your feet began to ache, standing on them too long.

Pulling out your phone once more, noticing that it’s seven forty-eight. Deciding to call, in case he forgot or was lost. You knew deep down he couldn’t be lost, but you just told yourself that to make you feel better, not wanting to think about the possibility of him forgetting.

It went straight to voicemail, so you flung your phone into the sofa out of frustration.

Why is he so late?

Your phone dinged, immediately running over to check it, almost tripping on the rug in the process. Disappointment arose, looking at the text from Pizza Hut. Not who you wanted it to be.

Another hour had gone and it made your chest crumble. It forced you to think about the possibility that he wasn’t coming. Ringing him again, but having no success.

Whipping out your phone again, going onto contacts. Calling Pizza Hut and ordering the deal you had received earlier on. Changing into your loungewear as you waited for your food to arrive. Flicking through your tv, trying to find something good to watch- urgently wanting to distract yourself.

You ate your pizza in almost darkness sitting on your living room floor. Laying down flat against the floor mumbling to yourself. It’s nearly ten and you felt disappointed.

Deciding to call it an early night, you got ready for bed, removing the makeup that you had spent an hour doing. Climbing into bed, you couldn’t be bothered to brush your teeth, you just wanted to sleep.

Rolling over to see the alarm clock on your nightstand, obnoxiously showing you the time.

Several loud knocks come from your door, startling you awake. Sluggishly walking towards it, looking through the peephole.

Sadly smiling when you saw a disheveled-looking Matt. Reluctantly opening it, holding it closed as you spoke to him through the gap.

“Hi.” You grumbled.

“I’m sorry- I’m so so sorry! My case ran over and I had to chase after some people. I’m so sorry.”

“Why didn’t you call?” You mumbled, trying to hide your sadness.

“It was in my pocket while I was fighting, it got stood on. Please can you forgive me?” He gushed, smiling at you apologetically.

“… I don’t know. I’ll just talk to you later. Be careful.” You softly say as you closed the door.

“I’m sorry.” His saddened voice echoed through the door.

You were just hurt for now, you just wanted to sleep it off.

A week had passed since Matt ‘stood you up’, he had called you plenty- but you only answered a couple times, keeping the conversation light and airy.

You knew he was sorry, you just felt silly for admitting your interest in him when it didn’t feel reciprocated properly.

Your phone rang, pulling out to see Matt’s name lighting up the screen. Something inside you screamed for you to answer, and so you did. Answering and putting it to your ear.

“Hey! Angel, thank you for answering. I need you to do something for me, please. Can you go up to your rooftop?”

“Why?” You asked slowly.

“Please just do it, and bring a coat.” He said cheerfully before ending the call.

Making your way up to the roof, looking around feeling confused.

“Hey, over here.” Matt shouted. “Watch your step.”

“What’s going on?” You asked as you walked over to him.

He was sitting on a picnic blanket with your favourite flowers in his hand. A few candles lit up to display a variety of snacks spread out across the blanket. You were glad you brought a coat, the New York midnight air already chilling your bones.

“What’s this for?” You questioned, trying to hide the excitement in your voice.

“An apology and hopefully a date. I’m so sorry about last week, I really am.” He softly coos.

“I know you are, it’s okay.” Taking a seat next to him on the blanket.

“Can I tell you something?” He chirps.

“Of course.” You beam while you chewed a couple grapes.

“I’ve been in love with you since I first met you.” Grinning at you.

Your ears pulled back as your lips tugged up into a wide smile. “So have I… I’ve loved you for years.” You finally admit.

Spending the rest of the night cuddling together on the blanket, listening to all the strange and comforting sounds from the city.

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kz-i-co · 2 years ago

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Don’t Fall In Love: Part 2

Summary: You are one of the most popular bloggers on your campus, telling enriching stories of your personal heartbreaks anonymously. But your readers are not ready to handle the newest heartbreak of finding out your best friend dating your ex.

Pairing: Lee Haechan (Donghyuk) x f!reader

Genre: college au | angst (eventual fluff x smutt)

Warnings: story may contain strong language, mentions of drugs and alcohol - sexual references - reader discretion advise.

Words: 4.6k

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Taglist: @lovingvoidgoatee, @lunaryoongie, @matchahyuck, @yixingtion, @mosviqu, @ohmyhuenings, @nctzennikki09

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #51 Please understand that my short hiatus was necessary as I can firmly say....I'm going through hell. And those of you still accusing me for bullshitting fake news....then shame on you - but also honored you think my creativity is this impressive, thanks I guess. I will gladly get to your questions as my DM box is officially full - also thanks again....I guess - but please let me vent on my own because this is all too real and once again....NOT okay with it. I never seen this coming. It's bad enough I had to confront my oh so famous ex on the matter and thought I was crazy to split up his new found relationship. The jerk didn't take it well since he brought up my relationship with J - his best friend. Oops did I forget to mention that? Call me slut or hypocrite - what ever floats your boat but I as well was under a lack of information and I would take it back if I could. I have more regrets than I would like to admit and people reading who are close to me will probably connect the dots eventually and my identity will soon be blown but as of right now I'm venting and this is the only place I can comfortably do it. I will get to my session on D soon but right now I'm pissed and rather not talk about it. Thanks for being here anyway. Xoxo peace :::

"(Y/N), help me hang this." Minjeong asked letting one side of the banner dangle. It's been a few days since you've found out about Donghyuck and Minjeong and you still couldn't deal with it, but at least you played nice.

"Why are we doing this?" You sounded uninterested.

"Jimin's birthday." She sounded offended.

"I know that.....she said not to make a big deal out of it." You shrugged taping the other side.

"That's the best part." She smiled once again. "You okay? You seem down lately."

"I'm just drowning in school work, exhausted." You lied.

"You need more sleep and to stop partying."

"I've only been to two this week." You made your way to the kitchen and pulled out a can of soda.

"And stripped in front of the whole fraternity." She giggled. "And can't forget trashing your ex's."

"Must we keep talking about this? I was drunk and stupid and I said I was sorry."

"Alright." She began, following you. "Actually....can I ask you for dating advice?" She said, changing the subject.

"Trouble with catfish already?" You tried not to smile.

"It's not that....and stop calling him that." She smiled sarcastically. "How long did you date Jaemin until you guys started.....you know, sleeping together."

You didn't lie that the question alone caused your stomach to sink. "Well, first of all, he was a fuck buddy so the first date technically."

"Well then, your other ex...."

You sighed avoiding her question. "Min, you just started dating this guy and you want him to fuck you already." Your eyebrows furrowed.

You can tell she was uncomfortable. "I'm just getting impatient and I thought guys in college dived right into that stuff."

"I mean you ain't wrong. College guys are horn dogs." You giggled. "But I don't know, maybe he's a gentleman."

You chuckled to yourself because you knew that was the farthest from the truth. Donghyuck was no gentleman, at least not anymore....or maybe this was somehow an act to look innocent to get girl to fall for boy faster - what an evil genius.

"So am I wrong to worry? All we've done is kiss and hold hands. I want more." She sounded defeated and you as her best friend would feel bad and want this douche to pay but this was Donghyuck we're talking about, you didn't want happiness for him. Cruel yes but maybe he deserved it.

"Break up with him." You said nonchalantly.

"Not this again (Y/N). You act like you don't like him but you met him once, can't you try a little harder."

You heard a knock on the door ending your conversation thankfully. "I hope that's not Riri, I told her to distract Jimin, we're not done." She panicked as she opened the door.

"Speak of the devil." She squealed hugging the person on the other side and of course it had to be none other than your ex himself. "You came early to help?"

"Of course." He spoke and you couldn't help but laugh to yourself in the kitchen. His tone sounding unfamiliar.

"(Y/N) be nice." She warned as she passed you in the kitchen. "I have some balloons here that need to be filled up and I still have the punch that needs to be made and oh the snacks."

You and Donghyuck both shook your head at Minjeong's pacing as she needed everything to be perfect.

"I'll stay here with the snacks." You offered, already grabbing the bowls from the cabinets.

"Okay great. I'll blow up balloons." She grabbed the bag. "Oh shit, I left the cake in the car." She panicked and made her way to the door. "Channie, can you make the punch, you do it the best."

"A-huh." He nodded feeling overwhelmed and as soon as she left he sighed.

"Channie." You mocked as soon as he made his way over. "I love you Channie....you're so cute Channie."

"Please shut up." He grabbed the bowl, not caring he basically pushed you out of the way.

"What's wrong, no love in paradise?" You teased.

He just glared at you as you continued your fun. "I'm surprised you haven't told her yet....seems unlike you."

"Like I said, you tend to ruin relationships all on your own." You shrugged pouring the chips in the bowl.

"Yep, that was all me." He said sarcastically.

"I'm surprised you haven't slept with her yet, come on Hyukie, you're better than that.....have you lost your touch?"

"How do you even know what we've done."

"Did you forget Minjeong is my best friend? She tells me things....and she is upset."

"Upset huh?" He turned towards you with a smirk. "She really wants me that bad?.....I was waiting for her to beg.....virgin's especially can't wait long enough."

"You're sick. Maybe she's just desperate."

"You let me know when you hear next door." He remarked as Minjeong opened the door cutting off your conversation.

You crumbled the rest of the chip bag and threw it aggressively in the trash.

"Cakes fine." She smiled and sensed the awkward tension. "How's the snacks coming."

"Everything is dandy." You smiled and Donghyuck nodded and continued his punch.

You grabbed the completed bowls and made your way to the living room to place on the coffee table. You really tried not to show your disturbed emotion as you turned to grab more bowls seeing the two embraced in a sweet kiss and giggling together.

It hurt....it hurt because that was you once.

"Um....can I add liquor to this?" Donghyuck was quick to pull away, wiping off his smile as he saw you grabbing another bowl close by.

"This isn't that kind of party." Minjeong giggled.

"Not a lot, just enough to take off some edge." You knew he met you but you didn't turn around to show you were listening. You were done listening.

"Half a bottle." She said and made her way to the living room blowing up balloons.

Then you finally looked back as he gave you a rueful smile and then suddenly emptying the whole bottle causing you to softly giggle. Not a party if Donghyuck isn't spiking the punch, typical.

....

"Guys, they're gonna be here any minute." Minjeong announced as the talking started to die down.

"Isn't that your ex?" Yetak spoke next to you as Donghyuck was practically hiding in the kitchen, engaged in a conversation with Mark and Renjun. You could tell he was anxious to even be in this situation that you so happened to make worse by lying to everyone.

"Nope, they just look alike." She looked at you puzzled and then back at him. "I'll explain later but for now just pretend you don't know him okay?"

"Shhhh....she's coming." Minjeong had everyone quiet and as as the door opened....

"Surprise!" Everyone cheered as soon as Jimin and Riri walked through the door. You didn't invite a lot of people to your apartment, just some close friends and of course Minjeong allowed Donghyuck to invite some of his friends and bless your soul Jeno and Jaemin decided not to come saving you a night of disaster.

"Oh wow....thank you everyone." She smiled and leaned next to Minjeong. "I said no party."

"It's not a party....it's a gathering." She smiled cutely.

"It's a party." She smiled but you could sense the anxiety in her.

"It's not even big enough to be a party.....I only invited a few people." She remarked. "We have drinks and food....just a hang out - you only turn 23 once."

She nodded looking at you for help. "If you're really concerned Channie made some special punch if you need to relax."

"Or Mark bought some drinks, since we're all adults." He spoke up and Jimin locked eyes with him and immediately looked to you causing you to shake your head.

"Some of us." You smirked trying to get rid of any suspicion.

"Oh Jimin.....I didn't introduce you yet." Minjeong dragged him closer and he couldn't help but fake a smile as Jimin was already set up to cause disaster. "Jimin this is Haechan."

"You're the catfish?" She spoke and you combed through your hair panicked.

"Catfish?" He questioned.

"Don't take it personal Hy-Haechan.....we knew Min met you online and you know it's hard to trust anyone. Most of them lie and cheat and hide who they really are."

He glared towards you but quickly pulled off a fake laugh. "You're right....there's a bunch of crazy people on those sites, lucky Minjeong didn't meet one."

"Nope I didn't." She held his arm leaning closer.

Jimin locked eyes with you again shrewdly. "Nice to meet you."

"Do you mind if I get dressed real quick, Min?" She made a beeline through to her room. "(Y/N), Riri.....help me." She signaled and you were quick to follow.

"Can you be any more suspicious." You shouted in a hushed whisper.

"What the fuck is going on? Why is he here?"

You sighed. "That's Minjeong's new boyfriend."

"Very funny." Riri laughed.

"I'm not lying, it's been him all along -the catfish."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jimin practically yelled.

"Keep your voice down. Can you see why I've been so pissy lately."

"Oh my god, she don't know? You didn't tell her?"

"How am I suppose to tell her. She liked him before I even knew who he really was. I can't do that to her."

"But you're gonna let her do this to you?" Riri spoke up.

"It's not her fault, she never met "my ex" before." You shrugged defeated.

"So what is this? Is this his way of getting back at you." Jimin asked.

"He swears he didn't know she was our friend."

"Bullshit." She shook her head.

"Well, he seemed pretty startled when he first met me."

"And you just played it off like you didn't know him?"

"What was I suppose to do Ri....say hey ummm you know this is my ex that broke my heart into a million pieces."

"Yes."

Jimin looked more angry than you. "I don't know who I should be more pissed at...you or her or him."

"Trust me I'm pissed at myself as it is." You put your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath.

"And he's not in anyway consider breaking it off with her?"

"I tried.....he doesn't care about me anymore."

"You have to tell her." Jimin said with more sympathy.

"Let her be happy with that jerk."

"I don't mean for her, for you. This is not healthy (Y/N)....not after what he put your through - is still putting you through."

"Well, it's too late.....she's already sunk in deep."

"I don't care. She deserves to know, unless you're gonna keep lying to her."

"Besides - if she knew she was doing this to you, she would be upset." Riri spoke up after Jimin.

"Okay fine, but not yet."

"Sooner is better than later, she can't fall farther than she already has."

"I know, I'll handle it. I mean.....if she still wants to date him after then it's whatever."

"Why would you do that when you're still in love with him?"

"I'm not still in love- I'm not." You could tell they didn't believe you. "I'm fine - I promise."

"Guys. Everything alright?" Minjeong opened the door and Jimin quickly changed her shirt, avoiding suspension.

"Everythings great, I love the party."

Minjeong rolled her eyes playfully. "I know I know, I just want your birthday to be special."

"It is, thank you." She gave a genuine smile as you all looted back to the rest of the apartment.

"Drinks you say?" Jimin grabbed you and headed towards the kitchen. "Nice to see you again Hyuck- oops I mean Haechan." She smirked and you couldn't help but giggle as you both grabbed some drinks off the counter.

He gave a look of annoyance. "Hmm, what did she tell you?"

"Oh nothing.....I just think that if neither of you are gonna tell Minjeong than I will." She warned causing you both to look at each other timidly.

"Go ahead, I already told (Y/N) to tell her.......I did nothing wrong here."

"That's priceless." She laughed.

"What did she tell you about us.....I'm dying to know." He leaned on the counter.

"More than enough."

"I bet my life it wasn't the truth." He said causing you to laugh causing the attention of Minjeong from across the room.

"Let's not do this here....it's Minjeongs party after all." You said and Jimin took a sip in agreement.

"Have the punch it's stronger." Donghyuck smirked before walking away.

"Still in love huh?" She asked as she walked away as well. You took a deep breath grabbing a cup of his poisoned punch.

He definitely put more than one bottle in here. And it showed after three cups, but at least you weren't the only one.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #52 I wouldn't say I'm a messy drunk but you may be fooled once you're a witness. I tried to contain my emotions, I tried to contain my actions but when your love life is this much of a mess than wouldn't you agree I deserve it - a little medicine to forget my past and apparently my present. It hurts and booze is all I have. Relax - it doesn't mean I'm turning myself into an alcoholic but every now and then I need something to ease the pain. Let's just hope I don't say anything I regret the next day. :::

"I'm so curious yeah.....sajin sok niga!!!!" You sang along drunkenly with Minjeong. "Georeo nawa wae!"

"Psst.....how long are you going to let this go on?" Mark spoke next to Donghyuck as he watched you and Minjeong sing and Dance to the music.

"You want to turn the music off?" He took a sip of his drink.

"I mean this girlfriend - ex girlfriend thing."

"(Y/N) is gonna tell her anyway, so I'll just wait it out."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I know her."

"I need a refill." Minjeong made her way to the kitchen. "I love your punch Channie.....I can't get enough."

"Oh but you will." He pulled her away as she practically collapsed into his arms.

"But it's so good." She whined.

"You can have more tomorrow." He said sweetly as he guided her to her room.

The party was pretty much cleared out by this point. "It's getting late I guess we'll head out." Renjun spoke as he stood up.

"You guys can't go yet. We're not done singing." You slurred your words. "Oof, it's hot." You started taking off your shirt.

"She has a habit of stripping when she's drunk." Jimin laughed and Donghyuck combed his fingers through his hair in annoyance as soon as he stepped out of Minjeong's room.

"I'll put her to bed, you can go." Jimin offered as Mark and Renjun approached the door.

"Thank you for inviting us, happy birthday Jimin." Mark spoke before making an exit.

"We didn't even sing happy birth-" You puked before finishing your sentence.

"You guys go, I'll meet you back." Donghyuck said to Mark and Renjun and he grabbed you gently, guiding you to the bathroom.

He leaned over the tub, turning on the shower to warm. He started unzipping your puke filled jeans helping you out of them as you just stared at him apologetic. "I'm sorry."

"Maybe I should of listened to Minjeong and only put half a bottle." He showed a slight smile.

"I'm sorry for ruining our relationship." He was caught off guard from your statement. You always accused him first for ruining the relationship but now it was the other way around. What changed with you and when did you feel this way?

"What do you mean (Y/N)." He looked at you puzzled.

"I'm sorry I was a horrible girlfriend to make you cheat." You teared and he sighed taking a moment to comprehend your confession.

"You weren't a horrible girlfriend (Y/N)."

"I bet Minjeong is better than me." You looked up at him. "Does she make you happy?"

"Let's just get you cleaned up, okay." He turned you around and unclipped your bra and guide you to the shower, closing the curtain as he faced away from you respectfully. Even though he's seen all of you before, he knew it wasn't his right anymore.

Once you were done, he handed you a towel and helped you to your room picking out some simple sweats, getting you ready for bed.

"Drink this whole glass before falling asleep." You nodded taking the water as he headed towards your door.

"Hyuck."

"Yeah?" He turned around.

"Can you stay with me?" You begged softly.

"You know I can't do that." It was his turn to look at you apologetic.

"Oh....yeah." You said quietly. "Well, thank you for taking care of me."

"Sure." He smiled softly. "Goodnight (Y/N)."

"Happy birthday to me." Jimin spoke as she got up from cleaning the puke off the floor.

"Well technically..." He pulled out his phone. "It's 1:47.....it's not your birthday anymore."

"Har har......thanks old friend." She threw the rag at him.

"Ew." He dodged.

"It's your ex's puke." She laughed. "So.....about that."

"I don't want to talk about it." He started towards the door. "She's a mess."

"Well, can you blame her?" She started making the mood more tense.

"I didn't cheat on her Jimin, I don't know what she told you but she caught something and she took it way out of proportion."

"Then why don't you explain that to her."

"I tried, she won't listen to me."

"Well, maybe she's willing to listen now." She crossed her arms.

"It's too late now.....I moved on, now it's her turn." He opened the door. "I really didn't know about Minjeong if she believes that or not but I can't lose sleep over this. I'm sorry."

"It's not just that." Jimin spoke as he took his hand off the door knob, alerting his attention back. "She's not over you, can't you see that?"

He shrugged. "What do you want me to do.....she broke up with me."

"I think the answer is pretty simple." She said softly.

"It's not my fault she didn't tell her, she's the one that lied."

"But it doesn't make it right." He sighed at her answer.

"Look, I don't owe her anything, she decided to push me out. If she chooses to tell her the truth than fine, but for now I'm going to continue on with my life and she needs to do the same."

"Alright....I get it, it's none of my business - I just care about my friends that's all. But she will know eventually and I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"Have any of you considered that it's not just (Y/N) that is hurt?" He confessed before walking out the door. "Happy Birthday Jimin."

She softly smiled in return and let out a long groan as soon as she locked the door behind him.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #52 Okay so I admit....I fucked up. Pretending I didn't know my best friends new boyfriend is probably the dumbest decision I have ever made but what can I say - I panicked. I saw him and my mind went blank.....because the truth be told.....I'm not over you D - there I said it. Most of you called it anyway. Why do I even bother hiding anything. Those two damn years we have spent together was the best two damn years of my life - even if I still think it was wasted. D was the one I was so sure I wanted to marry, to eventually have kids with, to grow old with - my everything. But what changed? I know you guys are still dying to know.....but I'm just not ready. I got drunk last night and poured my heart out just to be shot down. Regrets regrets regrets - now he knows how I feel, I showed him weakness and now he's probably gloating in his victory. Probably even telling J of how much of a mess I am at this very moment. I'm in for a treat that's for sure. Well I guess that's all for now. Xoxo peace :::

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He arched his eyebrows in confusion as you were the one knocking on his door.

"I don't want to be rude (Y/N) but I'm leaving soon to meet up with Minjeong."

"I know, it will just be a second." Your tone was serious and he opened his door to let you in. Mark was nowhere to be seen, leaving you and Donghyuck alone for your disliking.

"So what's up?" He sat down on his wheelie chair, gently rocking back and fourth. You couldn't help but admire his comfy state - hair slightly a mess - slight dark circles forming under his eyes from his lack of sleep caused by late night video games and - sweats to top it all off. You missed that.

What were you doing? This is your ex you are thinking about. He wasn't yours anymore - stop staring at him like that. "(Y/N)? Are you still hungover?"

"Um- yes definitely hungover." He smirked at your stumble. "I just wanted you to know that, that wasn't me last night.....I was clearly drunk and I said some thing's I didn't mean and I'm sorry."

"You didn't say anything upsetting." He grew confused.

"Yeah but I still said some things I regret....I don't remember every little piece but I do know you helped me to bed and I just wanted to thank you."

"Sure but for you sake, let's not do it again." He leaned forward resting on his knees. "You made poor Jimin clean up your vomit on her birthday."

"I threw up?"

"All over the place.....even on yourself."

Your eyes grew wide trying to recall the events that happened. He cleaned you up? Does that mean he undressed you?

"I know what you're thinking." He stood up. "I had no intention of seeing you naked so get those dirty thoughts out of your head. I just helped you in the shower."

"How am I suppose to believe you when I was drunk."

His expression turned sour. "You should know me better than that.....and besides it's not like I haven't seen you before."

"But you don't have that right anymore." You snickered. "Who am I kidding, it wouldn't be the first time looking at other women when you're in a relationship."

He sighed clenching his teeth. "This is what I get for helping you?......Why don't you do everyone a favor and don't get wasted anymore because no one is going to help you."

"I didn't ask for you to help me."

"Why are you even here if you were just gonna harass me?"

"I just wanted to tell you to forget last night even happened."

"Forgotten." He held open the door and you walked out, you turned around thinking more words were going to be said but instead - a door slammed in your face.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #53 Transferring was becoming more and more clear as I live day to day. I am just making everything worse.....aren't I. Every time I open my mouth I find myself regretting what comes pouring out - drunk or sober. I don't know what to do by this point. My heart is like a balloon - slowly being deflated. :::

"What's wrong with you?" Jimin said as you burst through the door and collapsed on the couch.

"I hate everything."

"What happened now?"

"I went over to thank Hyuck for helping me last night but it turned into an argument like always."

"You went over to his dorm?" She asked.

"Yeah." You shrugged nonchalantly.

"Minjeong is on her way over there now, what if she saw you?"

"He said he was meeting her - never mind, I don't care.....I didn't see her it's fine."

"If you're gonna hold up this secret of yours, you need to be more careful because what if she thinks you two are hooking up behind her back, that would be worse than lying."

"That wouldn't happen." You shook your head.

"Why because you're gonna tell her the truth?" She forced.

"No because every time we're together we argue. No love connection what's-so-ever." She glared at you. "I'll tell her jeez, no worries I'm just waiting for the right time."

"There's never a good time, that's why you should just get it over with."

"I know." You sighed finally sitting up right, turning on the tv. "I've literally been rehearsing what I'm going to say."

"Just make it short and simple. Haechan is Donghyuck and you're having a hard time accepting them together."

"I'm not having a hard time-"

"Stop bullshitting (Y/N).....you can lie to yourself all you want but you're not fooling the rest of us."

You rolled your eyes but you knew she was right. "I'm just gonna go drown myself in alcohol."

"(Y/N), no more drinking." She laughed.

"Honestly I'm done talking about this right now." You snipped. "I just want to forget about him for one damn second."

"So....we ordering food, then."

"Yes please." You faked whined causing each other to laugh breaking the tension.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #53 Yep.....I should have most definitely kept my mouth shut, because I might have pissed him off worse than I thought. But I should have learned that if you mess with a snake, you're gonna get bit but I flinched and now the venom is traveling down to take me out for good this time. :::

"(Y/N) get dressed." Minjeong burst through the door being dramatically over excited.

"Why?" You groaned not wanting to get up.

"You and I are going on a double date." She said and Jimin sucked in her lips trying to not say anything.

"Huh?" You leaned up.

"Come on.......it will be fun. Dancing and dinner - hot sexy date."

"With who?" You were beyond puzzled.

"Okay so maybe I'm not really sure.....but Haechan says he has this friend that wants to hang out and he's single so...." She shrugged.

Donghyuck selecting a date for you? This can't be good. You pissed him off this morning and now he is in some way, taking revenge. Who could it be? Maybe he payed some desperate nerd to hook you up with. The thought just made your skin crawl. He was definitely up to no good.

"I'm sick."

"(Y/N) please...let's have fun." She pouted.

"Okay but the second I'm uncomfortable, I'm leaving." You'll be surprised if you last the first 5 minutes, to be honest.

.....

"Will you stop pacing, they will be here any minute."

"I thought this place was a lounge not a club."

"It is a lounge, I guess they are just packed tonight." She shrugged.

"I swear if he brings some creep to hit on me-"

"Look they're here." You glanced over seeing Donghyuck entered first and you already hated him for looking the way he did. He may be the type to wear sweats all day if he wanted to but when it came down to business, he knew how to dress nicely and you grew angry from just how attractive he is.

He glanced at you but by the way he eyed you up and down made your question what he was really thinking. He almost seemed speechless. You just hoped he wasn't thinking anything negative.

He did love me once?.....

You tried to shake off the thought of him, looking behind to see who he thought would distract you for the night on this oh so exciting double and you almost thought your eyes deceived you. What an asshole! You knew he was out for revenge and he couldn't sink any lower.

"Hey (Y/N)."

"Hey Jaemin."

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CHAPTER 15: The day before Bill is set to depart for Egypt, you are torn between two thoughts: to convince him to stay or to let him go. Luckily, help and love come from the unlikeliest of places. (8.5k words) TAG LIST MOVED TO THE BOTTOM!

A/N: Thank you guys for following along on this ride! It's certainly been a fun one. I'm grateful for all your comments and feedback; it really inspires me to write more. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the ending! Of course, feel free to leave any thoughts. (:

CHAPTER 15: THAT'S ALRIGHT WITH ME

Being back at Malfoy Manor wasn’t favourable either. You’d have rather hopped on a train somewhere and disappeared into the forest to be left alone with your thoughts. However, this was better than being confined with Fred and George and being teased relentlessly about Bill. Every question they had pushed you to the precipice of admitting the truth and you didn’t want them to hear it. If anything, you wanted Bill to hear first.

“(Y/N)!” Narcissa exclaimed when you walked in the doors just before lunch. She was dressed like she was going out to town later this afternoon. “What are you doing here?”

“I can tell you’re absolutely delighted by my presence.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I am,” Narcissa corrected, her left hand gliding on the stair railing as she descended the steps. “I just wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”

“I’d like to spend a night or two here before,” you stammered, “the big move.”

“Well, it is your home.” Narcissa pursed her lips. “And speaking of the move, your father wants to see if you need an extension on that lease on the penthouse. We can’t imagine Shell Cottage is very comfortable in the winter.”

“Yeah,” you responded non-committedly.

“Are you joining us for lunch?” she inquired on the last step down.

“I already ate,” you lied. That was enough to satisfy your mother’s question.

“Then we’ll see you at dinner,” she said, passing you and turning the corner. “I’ll have Dobby prepare another seat.”

You nodded. “Sure.”

When your mother was out of sight, you ran up the stairs and turned the corner to your room. You flung the door open to your room and the weight of the past week hit you like an avalanche. You scrunched your face, trying to alleviate the tingle in your nose that you knew all too well—there were tears behind your eyes.

Your mind reeled back to the pleasant memories you shared with Bill, trying to look for little hints and clues. There had to be a flicker of love in those eyes, even if they were just for a split second. Maybe you were a fool for convincing yourself of it because it was clear that Bill didn’t care; he was moving back to Egypt and didn’t consult you or offer the courtesy of letting you know. You. Didn’t. Matter. The weight of that thought was cruel and punishing on your heart.

What was holding him back? Why shouldn’t he fall in love with you?

Then you realized.

Most people started off a new relationship revealing just bits of themselves—little fragments—and kept their skeletons tucked in the closet. You, however, sped full force ahead, running all the lights because the thought of falling in love with Bill never crossed your mind. You dove headfirst and put the bad and ugly on full display like it was a theatre show. You picked apart your family at every given chance, only to realize too late, when you’d irreversibly fallen for him, that he was searching for someone kind and familial. While he was cherishing time with his siblings, you were picking fights with Draco and your cousins. You felt sick.

Bill was probably ready to settle down, probably ready to have children of his own. You were still a child, directionless and going about your days with no goal in end. How could he like someone who bar-hopped with his younger brothers every summer? You were also barely four years in the working world, Bill was teetering on thirteen. Age, especially the gap between you and Bill, was never an issue for you and you’d never even thought about it. Now combing through all the reasons Bill wouldn’t like you back, it was blaring red.

You laughed blithely. It was your fault. You had fucked it up. You felt the first tears pooling in your eyes. Just a little, you promised. Then you’d stop crying.

You scooted over to look for the tissues in the drawer, but instead, your fingers found Bill’s letter he’d sent the morning after the first dinner. That fated dinner felt like yesterday and ages ago all at once. You were never going to get that back, the first meeting, the comfortable friendship you’d built with Bill. If he mentioned he was trotting off to Egypt back then, you wouldn’t have batted an eyelash. Now, things were complicated beyond repair.

Against better judgement, you began to read.

‘My love….’

Instantaneously, you came to a devastating realization that you’d never hear those words out of his mouth. And the thought of that burst the damn. There were hot tears running down your face now. You tried to keep quiet, but your heart amplified what you felt: sheer pain.

The one thing abating the pain was you letting yourself go and dissolving into a cathartic mess. Bill Weasley had reduced you to a lovesick fool and you’d sworn you’d let no man do it.

Feeling uncomfortable after sitting on the ground for so long, you moved up from the carpeted floor to the bed. You reached from the tissues on the nightstand and just laid there, twitching as sporadic sobs racked your body. You remained immobile otherwise, the net result of two opposing forces acting on you: one, telling you to go to Bill, and the other advising you to let it go.

Let him go.

It was probably hours that you’d cycled through napping and crying. You fancied daydreams where you pretended your bed was the same bed you slept in Nice, and that you’d never left the comfort of being by Bill’s side, of being close to him and the water. When you woke up to a different room than you envisioned, you grimaced and cried. In between, you had dreams of someone calling your name repeatedly.

The sun was low when you’d woken up for the umpteenth time. Your eyelids felt heavy, and you knew they were probably red and swollen. You still heard calls for your name, and you quickly realized you weren’t dreaming.

“What are you doing in there?” a sharp voice called from outside the door. “Didn’t you hear the call for dinner?”

You sat paralyzed. It was Draco.

“I’ll come later!” you yelled. The last person you wanted to reveal your weakened state to was your menace of a brother.

“We’ve been calling you for the last half hour!” he stated impatiently. “What’s wrong with you? Come down for supper.”

You panicked. You really didn’t want to be questioned or seen by anyone right now. “I’m fine! Go on, eat without me!”

Draco knocked again. “I don’t believe you one bit. Let me in!”

“I’m fine!” you repeated. “Mind your own business!”

“I gave you a fair enough warning. I’m opening the door.”

“I swear I will kill you if you do,” you threatened.

He jangled the doorknob with more force. “Then open it yourself! You’re acting like a petulant child, (Y/N)!”

The will to fight with him was leaving your body. You were tired, beaten down, and parched for water and even someone to confide in. You didn’t imagine it’d be Draco, but at some point, you needed to let someone in and offer you guidance. You pushed yourself off the bed, your head feeling heavier than the rest of your body. You trundled the steps to the door and opened it slowly.

As if it were a joke, you looked at Draco with your tear-stained face, bloodshot eyes, mussed hair, and forced a wide smile. “Happy?” You knew he’d mock you endlessly, and this front was the best way to shield yourself against it.

You weren’t sure what to expect, but you didn’t expect Draco to take a step back. The snarl on his face quickly dissolved into a soft expression of surprise.

He had swallowed whatever he had wanted to say and instead asked, “What’s wrong?”

Your tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine, obviously.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I haven’t seen you cry for ages. Not since you broke your leg at Hogwarts after that stunt you tried pulling with your friends.”

“I was fine,” you murmured. “Same difference.”

He asked, without missing a beat, “Does it have to do with Weasley?”

You feebly shook your head.

Draco peered at you in disbelief.

A sob in your throat threatened to rise and manifest into a cry. You urged Draco into the room. “Shut the door,” you demanded.

Draco closed the door behind him and walked in. “You’re lying. I always know when you’re lying,” he immediately fired. “Much like I always know when you’re upset about something, or who it’s about—”

He stopped when your nose scrunched up again. Flustered, and probably not used to dealing with a crying sister or crying women in general, he grabbed a tissue from your nightstand and handed it over to you.

“So, it is Weasley,” he concluded.

You said nothing. You found it hard to honest with him; there was little trust with how often you went behind each other’s backs. But at some point, both of you needed to let your walls down and get to root of it all—you were siblings, after all.

“I take that as a yes,” he finished for you. “What happened? Has he not been treating you well?”

“No,” you blew into the tissue, “he’s moving.”

“Where? The cottage?”

“Egypt.”

“Egypt?” Draco repeated incredulously, then whispered under his breath, “What the fuck?” He looked back at you. “Is this a joke? I’m trying to be serious here with you, (Y/N). So, quit joking around.”

You looked at him with bleary eyes and shook your head. “I’m serious. I wish I wasn’t.”

“Have you discussed this together?” Draco continued. “That’s a rather large decision to make without your input.”

“He doesn’t need my input,” you said as you squeezed your eyes shut, wringing out more tears. “I officially do not matter to him.”

Draco looked at you, puzzled. “What do you mean? Have you broken up?”

You shook your head and paused for a while. You were fighting with yourself to tell Draco the truth, but there was still a chance that he’d be a righteous ass about it. Your resolve to rekindle your relationship could easily backfire on you. But the genuine look on his face swayed your decision.

“It means you were right. It was all a farce because I didn’t want to date Crabbe and I wanted to get mother and father off my back at the same,” you admitted with a grimace, cracking one eye open to gauge his expression. When he remained quiet, you continued.

“So, yeah,” you finished with a hiccup. “We’re not actually together.”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes and pushed his arm. “Don’t tell them please,” you pleaded weakly. “Mother and father.”

Draco shook his head and stared at you. “I can’t believe it.”

“I know.” You fell back on the bed. “I think we did too good of a job, didn’t we? I’ve even persuaded myself to be in love with him.”

“No,” Draco corrected. “Truthfully, I thought I was mistaken near the end, in France. The beginning was a different story. I saw you kicking him under the table and his arm fly up.” He smiled when he saw you laugh through your clogged nose—at least his commentary was taking your mind off things. “You’re also an awful liar.”

“That’s because we’re family,” you explained. You motioned from your eyes to his with two fingers. “I’ve been your sister forever. I also know when you lie. I’ve been observing you for twenty-one years. I know you wet your bed when you were six, when we shared a bed in Switzerland, so don’t try blaming it on me again.”

A rare smile snaked its way on his face, then fell again. “I,” he looked away, embarrassed. “I know we haven’t had the best relationship the past couple of years.”

“And whose fault was that?”

Draco paused, not used to taking the blame for anything. So, you took the chance to speak to him, sibling to sibling. “I’ve never stopped caring for you, you know. You’re my little brother.” Your voice caught. “I could never imagine being cruel to you, but at times, it was the only way to talk to you.”

“I… somewhere along the lines, I was….” He paused, a glitch in this new sentimental and human Draco. “Too uptight and thought you were smearing the family name with who you associated with.” He shuffled a little. “But you’re my sister, you’ve always been there for me, whether it was sticking up for me in front of our parents or getting Pansy off my back. So, I’m….”

“You’re?” you egged, the corner of your lips lifting.

“I’m sorry.”

He obviously wasn’t used to these foreign words rolling off his tongue, but you accepted his apology regardless. You knew he meant it.

You peered up at him. “Truce?”

He nodded. “Truce.”

Then he added, “And I wasn’t serious about Crabbe. Even I find him revolting. Truthfully, I haven’t talked to him in years. I was mortified to have that goof as a friend.”

“You don’t want Crabbe as your brother-in-law?” you pressed.

Draco made a face. “I would actually hope you’d get disowned if that ever happened. You’re miles above him in any sort of league.”

“I don’t know,” you said, fiddling with your hair. “Father seems to approve of him.”

Draco’s face contorted in disgust at the thought of Crabbe as family. “Whatever happens with Weasley, just know you’re too good for him, too. If he fucks up, then it’s his loss.”

“You’re serious?”

“Have I ever said anything so nice to you?”

“Never!”

You propelled yourself off the bed. “Can I have a—?” you asked, reaching your arms out.

Before you could finish, Draco rolled his eyes and pulled you into a hug. He was a little stiff and robotic, but it felt just like the old days.

“Don’t expect this all the time,” he scoffed, one of his hands giving you a pat on the back of your head. He looked up at the ceiling in embarrassment. “It’s only because you’re upset.”

“I will expect one every day from now on,” you mumbled, heart bursting with love for your baby brother. It felt good to have him back just like things were. “Three every day if Bill moves to Egypt.”

“He’s not moving,” Draco reiterated, his voice holding firm. “Not if you have anything to do with it.”

You reached up to ruffle his perfect blonde hair. You were so glad you’d come home first. At home, you’d realized, there was always someone’s arms to cry into. Most of the times, it was your mother’s, but you welcomed change.

You sprinted in record time to the penthouse entrance after arriving at the gardens outside of it. Draco’s words renewed your confidence and pointed you in the right direction. There was no way you’d let Bill leave without him knowing how you felt. And Draco had affirmed that it was his loss if you he let you go. Bill’s loss. He was losing you, not vice versa.

You were hoping to catch Bill at home before he departed to the Burrow. You might’ve still gone there, but to have to confess your feelings to him within earshot of his family would be something you’d never live down.

You rushed past the concierge in hot pursuit for the speaker. You pressed one palm flush against the cool metal, the other finger shaking as you hammered down the numbers to connect to his suite. A voice responded after you hit the call button: “Hello?”

“Hello, Bill?” you called out frantically.

“(Y/N)?” he responded, voice fuzzy through the speaker. “What are you doing here?”

“I think,” you lied through deep pants, “I might’ve left something in your suitcase.”

“Okay,” he responded without question. “Come on up.”

Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute on the lift. You did a final one-over of your appearance and it looked like the enchantment did a swell job at fixing your puffy and red eyes. You repeated everything you were going to say in your mind, a jumble of words sewn together into a somewhat coherent speech on your way here.

You mulled over the conversation like it was a looping film reel in your head, black-and-white and chock full of static. You were going to sit on the couch with Bill, your tone calm like you were an actual adult. If he craved maturity, then that’s what you were going to give him. You were going to listen to him. You were going to be rational. You were going to say, “Bill, I have to admit, I’m disappointed that you hadn’t talked to me about moving to Egypt first. Because, over the months, I’ve developed feelings for you,” and let the conversation carry on.

When the lift doors opened, a bubble of anxiety swelled in your chest. The penthouse was almost bare. Was it like this the first time you arrived? No, there was a French press on the counter and pans and tasteful Percy-picked paintings adorning the walls. There definitely weren’t full cardboard boxes tucked to the side.

“Hey.” Bill ran down the steps with a roll of tape in one hand and a flat box in the other. “What can I help you look for?”

Bill’s weight—rhythmic thuds—on the stairs reassured you he was real, still here beside you and not three thousand miles away. This time tomorrow though, he might not be. The thought triggered a stinging behind your eyes. The sorrow quickly turned into frustration as you realized in the past week, he hadn’t even bother to initiate conversation. He was acting like France was nothing more than a dream, that he didn’t spend most of his time beside you, sharing tender laughs and honest conversations. Why was it you who had to do all the legwork?

‘Compose yourself, (Y/N),’ you scolded. ‘Be mature, be rational.’ You were going— no, there was no chance of that as soon as the thought of Bill never being by your side again infiltrated your head again. Despite thinking you were wrung dry from the morning, you felt tears streaming down your cheeks.

It was Bill’s turn to panic. “Hey,” he said, setting up the folded-up cardboard box against the wall and running over, “what’s wrong?”

“Why?” was all you could choke out. The rest of your rehearsed speech washed out of your mind immediately when you saw his face.

“Why what?” Bill repeated.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?!” you exclaimed, voice pitching up as more tears leaked out of your eyes. There was a patch of hoarseness quilted in your voice but you continued, strained, “Why would you move and not tell me?”

“What?” Bill said. His face contorted in confusion. “I thought you knew, (Y/N).”

“The thing is, I didn’t know!” You gasped for breath. “You don’t need my permission to do anything, but you could’ve at least told me!”

“I think,” Bill’s hands cupped your cheeks, his thumb stroking a tear away, “we need to sit down and talk because I don’t think we’re on the same page.”

You just nodded, Bill’s calm tone abating your anger and your desire to ask whose fault it was that you weren’t eye-to-eye. You sat down on the couch facing the window on his left. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, its red hues seeping into the room, and you knew dinner at the Burrow was about to start soon.

“Firstly,” Bill said, reaching for a box of tissues on the coffee table and offering you to draw one. You reached for one but kept your face turned the other way towards the kitchen, unwilling to let Bill see you like this. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You bit your lip, mind flittering between whether or not to tell him the truth.

Eventually, after a few seconds of silence, you relented. “If I tell you, will you promise not to say anything until I’m finished?”

From the corner of your eye, Bill nodded.

“Okay.”

“You,” you mumbled quietly at first. You had decided: fuck it. If Bill was moving to Egypt, then you should just say everything that was on your mind. It wouldn’t matter if he rejected you since he was going to be miles away.

His face was pensive, eyebrows knitting and eyes squinted, like he was combing over everything that’s ever left his mouth. He laid his right arm motionless on the armrest.

“Was it… something I—?” He quickly stopped himself when you gave him an irksome glance, and he realized he’d broken your first rule of the conversation: don’t speak.

Your voice gained traction and you took advantage of the momentum to admit, “It wasn’t what you said, it was everything you didn’t say.”

“Bill,” you continued, turning your head to look at him. Everything you wanted to say, every feeling and secret you kept locked up in gold chains for the past few weeks, snapped and was spilling out like a torrent. “I know I can’t change the year I was born. And trust me, I’ve been in a right state because I can’t be older or more mature like you. I can’t change who my parents are or who I am or how we get along. I can’t be what you want. And I’ve never even considered any of this to be important or ever thought about it, but in the past week, it’s all I ever thought about, and—”

You squeezed your eyes shut and blotted your tears onto the tissue in your hand.

“When I think about why, it always loops back around to you. Because you’re all I can think about now. It pains me to be something you don’t want, like I’m a puzzle piece that doesn’t belong. And it pains me that I matter so little to you that you can’t even share what goes on in your life with me. And it’s alright if you don’t feel the same way, but it’s taken such a toll on me, knowing you don’t care about me the way I care about you.”

Bill remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together. His hands were unmoving.

“Okay, I’m done,” you added quietly after taking a deep breath. You still couldn’t muster the courage to face him.

At the same time, Bill exhaled. “I don’t know what to respond to first,” he admitted. “But let’s go one by one, okay?”

Your body tensed. You liked talking a mile a minute, hoping that Bill would forget the barrage of words you hurled at him; Bill wanted to break everything down gently. Now, everything was in his hands and he could steer the conversation either way. You were dying for some semblance of your feelings being returned, but you were mainly preparing to be let down. At best, you would get closure before he left.

You sniffed, lips curving downwards, and nodded.

“Firstly, there’s no need to change yourself,” Bill reminded. “You are lovely the way you are.”

“That’s not true,” you said with a shake of your head. “I’ve only shown you the worst parts of me, well, the real parts which are also the worst parts. For example, you’ve always talked so lovingly about your family. I’ve only talked mine down.”

“On the contrary,” Bill stated. “I think you have an excellent relationship with your family.” Bill shuffled slightly closer to you, trying to get you to look at him. “But tell me, (Y/N), what is this sudden fixation on our families?”

“I—you,” you stuttered, both at Bill’s inching closer towards you and the unabashed words that you were going to say, “you think it’s important, so it’s important to me.”

Bill chuckled. “People can be close to their family in different ways.”

“Can they?”

He nodded. “Have Fred and George told you? Mum was more upset than I’d ever seen her when they dropped out of school just months shy of finishing. She scolded them that entire week, then turned around to tell the neighbours how brilliant her boys were, the unconventional route they took and their success and all.”

He added, “She tells me women are turned off by my hair and earrings, then the same afternoon, tells her friends at her sewing club that I’m England’s most eligible bachelor. Doesn’t make any sense, really.”

You let out a nasally laugh that was more akin to a snort. “Really?”

“Really!” Bill affirmed with a smile. “You never know what your parents are saying behind your back.” He tilted his head, trying to see more of your face. “In France, your dad wouldn’t stop talking about you during the golf course. I thought he was boasting to your uncle Theodore as a game strategy, but he’d say the same to me in between holes.”

Bill continued on. “Draco told me you always stood up for him in front of your parents, and to his estranged lover.”

“Estranged—?”

“Pansy, I think her name was?” Bill filled in. “He was really mumbling the words out. Reckon he didn’t want to admit it.”

“Oh, right,” you said with a laugh. “She was a lot. Still a lot. Still in love with him.”

“You’ve had it harder than me, but that doesn’t mean you don’t love your family,” Bill stated. Then his tone bordered on teasing. “And (Y/N), there are other qualities I like in a woman, not just their relationship with family. I hope I’m not that one-dimensional.”

“I can imagine!” you sputtered, spinning around. “It was the only thing you told me and the only thing I had to go off of. I tried extrapolating the rest, but…”

You stopped talking when you realized Bill had your gaze in a headlock. That look in his eyes had you weak, some form of genuine curiosity and tenderness sparking in them. It was dangerous. It beckoned you to answer any question he asked.

“And what did you come up with?” he asked.

You grinded your teeth behind your sealed mouth. It was best to just say it, having already gone far past the point of no return. Still, you couldn’t help but feel mortified.

“I’d imagined you with a more mature woman. Someone who holds their liquor and doesn’t need assistance down the steps after a wedding. I’m the same age as Fred and George. They’re your younger brothers. Surely, you think of me the same.”

“I mean, yes, you are the same age, but I don’t think of you as a younger sister,” Bill explained. He scoffed before saying, “I mean, that would be unsettling if I did because—”

“Because?”

Bill’s lips suddenly quirked up into a sheepish grin. It was now his turn to be reluctant and quiet. His blue eyes shifted to a random corner of the room.

“Because what?” you fished, your palm flat on the couch in anticipation. Inside, your heart was erratic, pounding against your chest. You just needed to hear the right words to push you over the edge.

“I do fancy you.”

You jaw lowered slightly. Did you hear that right? He did fancy you. Suddenly, you were floating. Your ears were ringing, blood was rushing through your brain, euphoria cycling through your veins, and you felt almost delightfully faint. He didn’t just say that, did he? You were definitely imagining it. But you couldn’t have been, given how Bill’s face, and the flush of red by his ears, slowly dappling his cheeks over his freckles, was so clear.

“Can you say that again?”

Bill burst into laughter at your reaction. “It was hard enough the first time.” He remarked the pleading expression on your face before obliging. “(Y/N), I do fancy you quite a bit. I hope it was more obvious than not.”

“I didn’t want to get my hopes up,” you whispered. “Because it would kill me if you didn’t feel the same.”

“Do you remember what we said when we were at the shop, planning out,” he used air quotes, “our future?”

“What part of it?”

“When I said familiarity was uneasy.”

“Yes.” You could recall that perfectly. It was when he asked you why you didn’t choose his brothers to play out your schemes with.

“I’m glad we met under the pretenses we did,” Bill recalled. “We were able to show each other everything, no secrets or lies. And like I thought, there was nothing bad about you to uncover anyway.”

“I’m glad,” you sighed, feeling the last bit of stress dissipating from your body. “Because I thought I’d lost you for the same reason.”

Bill cleared his throat. “So, your age matters little to me. What matters to me is that you are intelligent, kind, and delightfully mischievous with your schemes,” the corner of his lip crooked up into a smile, “not to mention, you are really quite beautiful.”

Your eyes softened and your heart was beating erratically against your chest; you were just elated that Bill loved parts of you that you didn’t think he did.

Well, that was before he added, “And how could I forget? I do love your tendency to enjoy debauchery in the form of books.”

“Will you,” you grabbed a pillow beside you, “stop bringing,” and chucked it at Bill, “that up?!”

“There’s nothing wrong with that! It just means you are well-read,” Bill reasoned, evading the cushion flung his way. “If anything, learning to iron robes and how to best polish oxfords can be very useful.”

You gave him a pointed look.

“Not that I expect you to know,” he clarified quickly, horrified at how you could’ve interpreted it. He pointed to his chest. “I was keeping it in mind for myself.”

“You better not!” you chided, though a wide grin was breaking out across your face. You didn’t look intimidating in the slightest.

With Bill’s joke dispelling the tension, the air cleared enough to ask him another question, another itch only his words could scratch. “If it wasn’t my age, or my family, or even me, then what was, or is, stopping you from...?”

“I…” Bill trailed off. “You know, it’s never a good idea to get into one relationship too quickly after another. You could be using someone to satisfy a void.”

“Right,” you agreed without thinking. But what did you know? Bill had been previously committed, and you’d never been attached to anyone past three dates.

“I’m human, I’ve made mistakes, I try to learn from them.” His fingers ghosted over your temple before brushing a renegade hair from your face. “It would be unfair to drag you into something because I was selfish and unsure.”

“But it’s been almost a year now, surely?” you said. “I thought most people did this rebounding thing right after. I’m not saying it means you should be ready, I’ve just heard—”

“I know, I know,” he agreed. “But you’re just,” he stopped, looking down at you with a gentle and lopsided smile that made your legs wobbly, “something I wanted to take my time with. I don't know if I could live with myself if I hurt you in the slightest.”

You pressed, “Has your opinion changed at all? Since then?”

Bill grinned. “Of course it has.”

You felt more at ease now. “What’s changed it?”

“I missed you in the days we were apart. I really did, (Y/N).” His face showed calm but there was something frantic in his pulse, his words, his entire being. “All summer, Gringrotts wrote to me and wanted me to stay in Egypt as I was doing a fairly good job over there. The European branches sent Fleur to convince me to move to Belgium instead. But when I came home, I realized I missed being with my family.”

You listened wordlessly, wonderstruck at the fact that someone like Bill Weasley existed.

“With mum and dad getting older, I knew I needed to stay home and take care of them if anything happened. They’ve already lost Charlie to Romania and Percy to the Ministry.” He ended the statement with a chuckle.

“Bill, that is so very considerate of you,” you spoke through shallow breaths, “but after all this, you’re still moving?”

“Yes, but it’s not very far away.”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Egypt is over three-thousand miles from here.”

“Egypt?”

“Isn’t it?”

“Where did you hear I was moving to Egypt?”

“From George, I—”

“I mean, I was considering it, but I’ve ultimately decided to stay here.” He pointed down with his index finger. “Shell Cottage is a very easy floo away from home.” Then, with an impish smile, he added, “But you know, my family wasn’t the only thing anchoring me.”

“It wasn't?”

A serious expression eclipsed Bill’s face. “I thought of you.”

He thought of you.

“You seem to have an influence over my decisions.” Bill leaned over and in a near whisper, continued. “I thought that if there was any chance that if we,” he looked right at you, “worked out in any sense, me being in Egypt would not make anything easier.”

“Why would we not work out?” you said, apprehension creeping in your voice. If Bill expressed any doubt this far in the conversation, you weren’t sure how you’d take it. He couldn’t take back a confession, he just couldn’t.

“(Y/N), you have to admit,” Bill began, catching your gaze again. You felt your heart stutter at his intense look and those mesmerizing baby blues. “It’s been confusing for me, too. You chose me as your fake lover based on things you were opposed to: my hair, tattoos, my age. Especially my age, I’ve heard. How was I supposed to ask you about it?”

“What?” you blurted out. “Bill, I adore the first two things and I’ve stopped thinking about how old you were. It never even crosses my mind anymore unless someone is bringing it up.”

You took one of his larger hands, heart swelling at how natural it felt, and urged him to look at you. You were trying to convey your thoughts earnestly through touch, like your hands were intertwined with his heart.

“The goal was to make my parents upset, and I thought it worked but it turns out they really like you, especially the golf abilities you’ve kept hidden for thirty years,” you admitted. You reached out to gingerly stroke Bill’s hair, the short locks softly sliding past your fingers. “I truthfully adore all these things: your long hair, tattoos, piercings. And if it were up to me, you’d never cut your hair again.”

“Shame,” he said. “I was starting to like the length. It’s rather airy in the summer.”

“Just the summer, then. I’m willing to negotiate.” You pointed to the fang earring. “But this,” you gently touched it with your free hand, “is non-negotiable. In fact, you could use another piercing or two.”

“Noted,” Bill responded.

“And please, keep these rings,” you mumbled, your fingers falling to admire the bands of silver taut on his fingers. Your voice was now barely audible as you whispered to yourself, “This is quite literally the most attractive thing I’ve seen on a man.”

“What was that?” Bill asked, leaning in unbearably close now. You felt a spark on your lips where was looking.

“Nothing, I, er,” you fumbled, trying to redirect his attention. When you looked up, you saw it: the last object of your adoration. It was his eyes – those blue lifelines to his heart. You leaned in, just inches away from him and the closest you’d ever been, and placed a hand softly on his face, unknowingly flittering over a scar. “Your eyes are beautiful, I… there are no words to describe them.”

He brushed a loose strand of your back and tucked it behind your ear. “Then don’t.”

That was all he said before he closed the short distance between you. Your heart soared when you felt the rougher texture of his lips on your soft ones. You knew at the very least, you had to close your eyes like he had, but you wanted to see him for just another second. You wanted to soak in Bill like he was the sea, let him wash over every sense—sight, touch, taste—you had.

Bill was gentle, gradually easing you into the kiss, giving you air when he felt you needed it. The thing was that you didn’t need air, you just needed more of him. He chuckled when he felt you nudging him closer.

Half of you knew he was physically here, while the half was wondering if you were in some daydream. So, you treaded along precariously, trying not to disturb this lucid dream you found yourself in. Merlin knew how much you would’ve given to kiss Bill Weasley just a month ago.

You drifted from the kiss slowly to confirm something. “So, does this mean…?”

“I’d like to have you as my girlfriend, if you’d have it.” He stated it like there was any chance of hesitation on your end, which there wasn’t.

“Bill,” you exhaled with elation, letting out a relieved breath. “That’s not even a question.”

He moved both his hands to caress the back of your head, fingers tangling with your soft locks. His grip was firmer when he pulled you back towards him. Your lips met again, but this time, he deepened the kiss, was a touch more dominant than he was just seconds ago. You obliged immediately, waltzing with him in the intimate dance. Surely, you weren’t as experienced as Bill was, but he guided you perfectly, urging you to part your lips with a gentle prod of his tongue. He tilted his head to gain better access just as his hands slithered down your body. He gripped your waist firmly, and then did something that sent a shiver down your spine.

He let out a low, guttural groan.

“You are worth the wait,” he breathed huskily. “You’ve been driving me insane for months, (Y/N).”

Before you could flush even deeper at his words, he quickly pulled you over his lap so your legs were splayed out on each side of him. Your pulse grew frantic as both you and Bill shed any sense of slow and steady and replaced it with fast and vigorous. If you weren’t already overheated, you sure were now, feeling the harder parts of him against parts of you that were aching, hearing his desire for you aloud. You unknowingly grinded into him, trying to dissipate the want building. You were a mess of heat and occasionally, the clashing of teeth, which even if imperfect, spoke to the feverish pitch things were reaching.

His hands travelled past the hem of your skirt, doting the back of your thighs until they were positioned on your rear. He kneaded the soft skin and it was your turn to groan.

Bill’s eyes darkened slightly as you straddled his lap. His fingers tightened on your skin until you were sure they’d leave red marks. “I’m a man, (Y/N). I have my own urges to act upon, but.”

“But?” you asked, feeling whiplashed at Bill’s sudden stop.

“But, I do think I should take you somewhere nice first.” He slicked his hair back and tilted his head up to look at you. “That’s only proper, isn’t it?”

“I suppose?” you responded with an inflection, your heart fluttering in hummingbird beats, much too fast to speak coherently. You still felt like you’d ascended to the heavens, your mind in a state so blissful and delirious that you were half-responding to Bill. “I don’t mind either way, really, I…”

“Alright,” Bill agreed. “Then we’ll sort out how you’d like to proceed after the dinner I promised mum to go to.”

“The dinner,” you repeated. You’d forgotten all about it in the heat of things. You were just overjoyed it wasn’t a farewell dinner for Bill. “I can wait until you’re back.”

“What are you talking about?” he questioned with a laugh. He pushed himself off the couch with you in tow and your legs wrapped around his waist. “We’re going to the dinner.” Then he leaned in again, his breath fanning your face. “Together.”

“Are you sure?” you asked shyly, nervous at the prospect of facing the entire Weasley family and more. “I mean, a family dinner. It seems like a big thing, doesn’t it?”

With Bill hoisting you up, you were finally taller than him. You were privy to things you didn’t normally get to see, like how his long lashes framed his eyes, how sturdy the bridge of his nose was, and how tempting his lips looked pulled into a smirk. If you had a say, you’d forego the dinner and kiss him all night instead.

“You took me to one,” he countered.

“Under false pretenses,” you said, scrunching your face up.

“Okay, consider this a family dinner that is actually entirely truthful. This is a second chance to do things right and not lie about anything.”

“Who said I was lying about anything?” you snickered. “Maybe I do want seven children and to never retire and to fly around in the Ford Anglia everywhere.”

Bill shook his head. “I don’t think anyone would be happy with oil leaking from the sky. Kingsley would tax you for environmental damages under the new green law.” He tossed a wink your way, knowing exactly how to counteract your sarcasm, and said, “But I would be happy to oblige your other requests.”

“No!” you yelped, clasping your hands over your mouth. The thought of the rest of your life inundated by seven kids and little Freds and Georges clinging to your sides was a nightmare. How did Molly do it? Bill was forcing himself not to laugh. You knew he was only joking, but you couldn’t help but give him a little slap on the arm.

You looked directly at him. “In all seriousness, should we tell them one-by-one?” you asked.

“What about?”

“About us,” you responded. “We shouldn’t give your mother a heart attack.”

“(Y/N),” Bill assured with a breath-taking smile, spinning you around in his arms. The look on his face was luminous. He really was the sun that broke the storm. “We’re going to tell the whole world tonight.”

Epilogue

Standing on the hilly and grassy entrance of the Burrow, Bill was appraising you with concern. He could sense the rigidity in your body as he held your hand.

“How are you feeling, love?”

“Relieved and nervous,” you explained. “Relieved because this isn’t your farewell party. Nervous because it’s your family.”

“You know my family,” Bill reminded. “There is nothing to worry about.”

“Are you completely certain this is a good idea?” you asked. “I don’t want to overwhelm them.”

“I’ve never had a bad idea,” he boasted with a toothy smile.

Bill pushed the creaky wooden door open for you, his hand still clasped on yours, unwilling to let go of your fingers in case you wanted to escape. He ducked under the doorframe as he entered. You followed him into the Burrow—Bill’s childhood home. You’ve been here before but this just felt different, like you were now a part of the family and not just an extension of it. You shied away, thinking Molly would be right there. She wasn’t. You saw Percy in the living room, turned away and nose in a book. Charlie, who you were surprised to see had returned from Romania, was pouring himself beer from the pitcher. Molly was snipping herbs from her potted plant by the windowsill, oblivious to your arrival.

Charlie was the first to look up, being the closest to you, at you and your hands intertwined. A slow, devious, and somewhat knowing smile creeped up on his face. Bill shushed him and Charlie covered his mouth with his free hand. Of course, Charlie remained silent, tempted to see how his mother would react.

“Hi, mum,” Bill called from across the room.

“Bill, darling,” she responded offhandedly, preoccupied by the finishing touches she was putting on her vegetable roast. She was slow to turn around, more focused on carrying a heavy dish with her oven mitts. And when she did, her eyes landed on your faces first.

“(Y/N)!” she called. “How nice of you to bring her, Bill.”

Her eyes were still locked on your face and hadn’t made the connection. Your breath caught when Molly’s eyes began trailing downwards in what felt like an eternity.

You didn’t know what to expect, but you didn’t expect to cause such a scene. Molly literally dropped her dish on the floor at the sight of your hand in Bill’s. The ceramic dish shattered and the vegetable roast flew in all directions. Percy jolted from his position on the couch, his cry overshadowed by the stew boiling over and the kettle wailing beside it.

“I knew it!” she exclaimed. She seemed so flustered she didn’t know which way to go—to embrace you or to clean up the mess on the floor or to turn off the stove with the overflowing stew. “I had my suspicions, oh, I—”

In desperation, she called out for her husband to help with one of those tasks. “Arthur!”

He quickly ran in, cheeks rosy, and out of breath.

“What’s the danger?” he panted, looking left and right.

“Oh, Arthur!” Molly exclaimed with a roll of her eyes, her hand on her hip. “There’s no danger.” She pointed to where you stood. Arthur, still unaware, looked over. Bill raised your hand and gave it a little shake. Molly couldn’t control her excitement, so she ran over. You imagined she was tumbling towards Bill, but she chose you instead. You let go of Bill’s hands to hug her.

“My future daughter-in-law!” she exclaimed, patting your cheeks. “Oh, I knew it! I just knew it. You are just so perfect for my Bill.”

“I think that’s an approval from mum,” Bill said to Charlie who was standing offside.

“She’s already making Christmas sweaters for your children,” Charlie teased with a snicker.

“Bill! Come and help me with the vegetables,” Molly commanded, sending over an apron from the closet that was likely too small for him.

Bill looked at the flimsy piece of fabric in his hands. He only had a couple inches of string to work with. “Mum, I think this is Ginny’s—”

Then, Molly pointed to her spilt dish. “Arthur, sweetie, clean this up. And (Y/N),” she guided you by the shoulders and towards the couch where Percy was, “you just sit here and Percy will bring you a beverage.”

“I told you, mum’s a modern feminist,” Bill said to you with a wink. He managed to get a tiny knot from the apron. “How do I look?”

“You look fit,” you complimented. The tiny apron was accentuating all the right muscles. “And in regards to your mother, rightfully so. Millicent be damned.”

“I’m not opposed to her tips in the later chapters,” Bill added with a smirk, causing your face to flush.

“I’ve read it so many times, I have it memorized,” you assured. “You’ll have to find out later.” Bill’s mouth rounded in surprise first, not used to this side of you, before morphing into a more smouldering expression.

“Hey!” Charlie interjected from across the room. “Just because you’re together doesn't mean we all have to be subject to this.”

“You’ve read this book, Charlie?” Bill asked, steering his brother away. “Let me tell you all about (Y/N)’s favourite author…”

“Watch it,” you whispered in the most intimidating tone you could muster.

Bill quickly spring into action with his mother who was appraising his domestic skills. You admired his tall figure, his fingers lithely paring a potato with a peeler.

Bill’s tall figure was quickly replaced by Percy, who looked abashed as he brought a beer over to you.

“I….”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off. “I know. I’m a selfish person, I’m working on it.”

“You’re not selfish. I shouldn’t have jumped to assumptions,” he conceded. “It’s a bad habit of mine.”

“It’s not,” you reassured.

Percy nodded and let a moment of silence linger over you before asking, “Say, how did you arrange that meeting with Rookwood?”

“Would you like to know?” you said with a smile. “I can set you up.”

At dinner, Bill sat beside you. You didn’t need much integrating or any introductions; you’d been here already and there was already a seat for you. Occasionally and to your pleasure, he’d take your hand under the dinner table, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“So,” Molly started as she sat down. She looked directly at you two. “I’d like to know this happened.”

Neither you or Bill could contain your laughter, given the wild story you were about to tell. You were the first to recover, and slowly, you began, “It started, around a table just like this…”

After dinner and dessert was had, you and Bill departed for the backyard. You were swinging with him on a hammock, away from the commotion inside, and watching the stars. They were exceptionally clear tonight, or maybe it was that being with Bill made the world slightly brighter.

“Bill?” you asked, snuggling in closer to him to shield yourself from the cold.

He turned to you. “Hm?”

“You’re coming to Nice next year, too?”

“Of course,” he responded, like there wasn’t even a flicker of doubt.

“And the next?”

“And the next,” he affirmed. “I wouldn’t even question it.”

“Good,” you said with a blissful sigh.

Under the starry night, you counted your blessings and thanked the heavens as you soaked Bill in. After days and weeks of fluxing emotions, he’d made it clear tonight: he was yours, yours for the rest of your life if you made sure of it.

Unbeknownst to you, the twins sat on the couch inside murmuring amongst themselves.

“You cheated,” Fred accused. “He wasn’t going to Egypt anyway.”

“That wasn’t one of the rules, Freddie. It’s not like I made them kiss or anything,” George said with a shrug. “I only accelerated what was going to eventually happen.”

Fred cursed under his breath as he gave George galleons he lost. That was a good whole month of pay, all gone!

“I thought she’d be a little more resilient than that.”

“Hm, shows you don’t know her that well,” George said with a smirk, depositing the money in his pockets.

“I hate to say that it was well-played, but poor (Y/N). You did a number to her heart there.” Fred said with a pout. “I think she really thought he was moving to Egypt.”

“Now our poor sweet (Y/N), stolen by the treacherous grasp of our eldest brother,” George lamented.

“Not like she would’ve chosen you anyway.”

Fred placed his hand over his heart, offended. “Nor would she you.” Then he leaned back on the couch, watching you from outside the window, swaying on the hammock with Bill. You’d been out there for almost an hour.

George spun the gleaming gallon on the table.

“Now, next on the list of affairs to bet on: when’s the wedding?”

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fryingpan1234567 · 3 years ago

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Batboys ships feat. the morning after New Years (happy 2023 everyone!!)

~ ”Ughhh…” Dick Grayson took half the covers with him when he fell out of the bed, sore and completely hungover.

Because of this, Wally was forced to actually move and look over the edge at him.

“What the shit was that for?” he grumped. His condition wasn’t much better. He yanked the covers back, but Dick didn’t move.

He groaned. “M’ skull has a heartbeat…” he mumbled into the carpet.

Wally huffed in solidarity. “That speedster alcohol works. Remind me to thank and then punch Cisco later.”

“What, you’re leaving the house today?” Dick joked, finally managing to crawl back up into bed. Thankfully, the windows were closed, and they could probably go back to sleep. He faceplanted into Wally’s chest. “Shtay.”

“Yeah, yeah.” There was a serene pause. Not even the dog was up. “If you puke on me, I’m breaking up with you.”

“I would nev- maybe we should go to the bathroom.”

“GET OFF!”

~ Lian knew her dads were going to be hungover the morning after. She did not count on taking care of and reverse-parenting the shit out of them, though. It was sort of validating.

“Li, I’m buying you the fucking Wonka factory after this,” Roy groaned, half hanging out of the bed.

“You’re my favorite child,” Jason agreed, (barely) catching the water bottle she tossed him.

Lian grinned, leaning against the bed. “Don’t repay me in chocolate, repay me in solo patrol time!”

“Don’t push your luck,” Roy grumbled, taking the bottle Jay passed over.

“I’ll make you Nutella sandwiches for lunch.”

“I hate that you know my weakness.”

When Tim woke up, the house was quiet.

Normally he’s not the first one up anyways. The Manor always had the sound of training, yelling, busy hallways. Unless it was early enough, anyways.

Kon’s arm was draped over his chest, and he was still snoring peacefully.

“Kon,” Tim whispered, poking at his bicep. “Conner, we’re up first.”

Conner mumbled something like, “You’re up first. I’m asleep.”

Tim sighed, tracing patterns on his boyfriend’s arm. More sleep didn’t sound too bad, although late nights weren’t an excuse. Late nights were every night.

Still. It was New Years last night. He figured no one would be up until at least nine, which was the latest anyone usually slept in the Manor.

“Turn your brain off,” Kon hummed. “I can feel you thinking. It’s distracting.”

“I thought you were asleep,” Tim teased, lolling his head over to check the actual time.

Oh. Oh, no.

Tim sat bolt upright in bed, startling Kon off of him.

“What-?” he started to say in a panic, but Tim cut him off.

“FUCK,” he yelped. “It’s one in the afternoon!”

Despite Drake’s shouting, Damian had managed to sleep in- and that never happened.

He lay staring at the door, a blush spreading across his face as memories from the night before replayed.

“Dami!” Admittedly, the Kryptonian had only found him because he’d paused to watch the countdown in Gotham’s city square. He couldn’t say he was mad, although he was maybe a bit ashamed someone had caught him lacking.

“Kent,” Damian greeted. He hated the butterflies that swarmed his stomach. He hoped it didn’t show in his voice.

“Can I sit?” Jon said obliviously. Damian gestured to the ledge beside him, where they could see the big billboard. Thirty seconds.

Dami glanced at him after a few moments of silence. “Why are you in Gotham?”

Jon shrugged. “Conner’s here. And maybe I wanted to see you.”

Twenty seconds. “Me?”

“Yeah… unless- if you don’t-“

“Jon.” Damian was startled into using his first name. He hesitantly laid a gloved hand on Jon’s. “I like to see you too, if it comforts you.”

Jon smiled. “Well, then- the countdown’s starting!”

10.

Jon hopped up to his feet, pulling Dami with him by the hand. When they were standing, he didn’t let go.

Damian tried to ignore the short distance between them. He could feel the heat radiating from him.

When Jon leaned in, he may or may not have given Dami a heart attack.

He kissed him, right as the first fireworks went off and the crowd screamed.

Movement in the bed next to him scared him so bad he fell out of it.

There was a knife in Damian’s hand before he recognized the person there.

Jon was looking at him, pretty eyes half-lidded, with a sleepy smile. Dami tried not to melt.

“Tryna kill me already, Sunshine?” he mumbled, still buried in the covers. “After one date, too. Am I that bad at kissing?”

“I-“ Dami dropped the knife, mostly in shock. “No. No, of course not. To both questions.”

Jon hummed. “Well maybe you should stop trying to stab me and do it again.”

He did. For a long time. Father didn’t need to know why he never left his room that day.

~ can you tell who my favorite is lol

#DC #new years #fluff #birdflash #jayroy #timkon #damijon

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zlebooks · 3 years ago

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05 — overpriced coffee and chemical equation part two.

when your friends saw you practically eating someone’s face off (that was an extreme exaggeration), they immediately rush out of the coffee shop. yoimiya takes a second glance at you, her eyes telling you that you have to explain a lot later.

now that your friends were the least of your worries, you squirm under childe’s gaze.

he’s looking at you intently, chin resting on his finger as if he was in deep thoughts.

“nothing makes sense.” he breaks the uncomfortable silence first.

“i’m sorry?”

“no matter how much i think about it, it doesn’t make sense that you kissed me.” he reiterates, as if that helped with your trouble understanding him.

seeing the confused look on your face, childe breathes in surrender. “you like zhongli, why would you kiss me?”

the accusation (which was correct) takes you aback, your lips separating in an attempt to retaliate but no words come out as he cuts you off.

“unless you’re trying to make him notice you through me?” he deduces, nodding at the thought which he thinks is plausible, “but i’m telling you as early as now, it wouldn’t work.”

your face turns into something of mortification— while the thought has crossed your mind once (but it was much more watered down, you only thought of attempting to befriend zhongli’s friends), you weren’t exactly the most extrovert of extroverts. god, you were even struggling to raise your hand for class recitations.

“based on your reaction, am I wrong?”

“very.”

“so why did you kiss me?”

“it’s actually none of your business.” you retort with full sass.

childe stares at you for a moment, before he nodded. “alright.” finally, you sigh in relief, the ginger has lost interest— there was now one less worry you had to carry. “if you don’t mind, i will now go home and work on a sexual assault lawsuit.”

“great. it was nice to meet— wait what?!” you yell all of a sudden, turning the heads of the people inside the cafe. you duck your head lower, in an attempt to salvage any dignity you had left.

“assault? i didn’t assault you!” you find yourself whisper-yell.

childe hums, “someone else must have kissed me without consent then, my bad.”

“i asked if i could kiss you!”

“and then you didn’t wait for my response.”

“what? you said yes.”

he purses his lips together as if teasing, “nuh-uh.”

you stay quiet for a while, contemplating if he’d chase you if you bolt out the door as fast as you can, and then jump from the bridge just a kilometer away from you.

“fine. i like zhongli for three years now and my friends know i’ve been pining over him since 9th grade. i mean, who wouldn’t? he’s thoughtful, caring, and he— anyway,”

childe motions you to continue.

“one of my friends heard that he’s in a relationship, and of course that kind of bummed me out— well, not kind of, that really bummed me out. but i didn’t want to show it to my friends because they might feel sorry for me so i told them that i’m fine and i’m already dating someone else so they shouldn’t worry about my high school crush.” you finish rambling off, taking a sip out of your vanilla latte— god it was sweet, were lattes supposed to be sweet?

“so you lied because you were prideful?”

“yeah, and i had enough of their teasing.”

“you’re something,” childe snorts— as if this was a laughing matter! you were already close to pulling your hair out and he laughs?

“we’re dating then?” childe leans forward, putting his elbow on top of the table, his chen resting atop of his fist. his lips upturn.

you kissed those lips oh my god.

you lean backwards to your chair, astounded by the suggestion. well— you two are already dating in your friends’ eyes and strengthening your alibi wouldn’t hurt. but still, you were surprised that he was the one that suggested it.

“you don’t have to help me if you want to,” you immediately supply.

the ginger snorts once again, “we’re both knee deep already, what i want doesn’t matter anymore.”

you pause for a while. it’s strange how he’s the one taking charge of the agreement when you’re the one responsible for your situation right now. thinking about it, this would really benefit you; it’s like a blessing to compensate from all the bad luck you just experienced today. it doesn’t really matter now as to why childe would hop onto the mess you made but oh well— good for you.

“thank you for this,”

childe hums, “give me your number so i know where to contact you.”

love equation [ prev / masterlist / next ]

embarrassed by your five year (and counting) long crush on zhongli, you suddenly claim you have a boyfriend. there enters childe, your crush's best friend and the one who'll either save your ass or report you to the police for harassment. or in which caught up in a lie, you had no choice but to kiss the closest person next to you.

FEATURING: childe x she/her!reader, a little bit of zhongli x reader, other genshin impact characters! (they are too many to list)

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fun facts ★

childe is a natural gossip. he knows at least one thing about you! it just so happens that his knowledge about yours is your three year long crush on his best friend.

childe has been the victim of “get close to his best friend so i can get with zhongli” twice. it’s not a lot but he’s embarrassed that he has been fooled TWICE. both didn’t end up really well so the two girls learned their lesson.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin oneshots #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin angst #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x you #childe imagines #childe oneshots #childe headcanons #childe fluff #childe angst

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years ago

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well that’s awkward ~ eminem

word count: 1390

request?: yes!

“Hi! Can you do a imagine with Eminem where the reader is a Jenner and is dating her?”

description: in which she’s dating a guy who has made fun of her siblings multiple times

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Having the Jenner name meant all eyes were on you constantly, even though you weren’t famous like your siblings. You weren’t a model like Kendall and Kylie, you weren’t an influencer like Kylie and Kim, you didn’t own your own brands or your own show like your sisters, and you weren’t involved in the shows if you could help it. But you were still followed by paparazzi ad had Kardashian/Jenner fans stopping you on the streets whenever you went out.

That’s why you had to keep your relationship a secret from everyone, even your sisters. You wanted to keep something in your life private. Even more so the fact that you were in a relationship with the man who often made your sisters the target of his jokes in his music.

Keeping this secret from your family was hard. You were close with your sisters despite your differences and family meant a lot to you, as it did with Marshall too. But, especially with their newest reality show in the process of being filmed, it was a no brainer for you to keep the relationship a secret from them.

That was the plan anyways, until your nephew sat next to you while you were visiting Kim and loudly proclaimed, “Who’s Marshall with a heart?”

All eyes turned to you as you felt your face burning with embarrassment. You quickly shoved your phone under your leg to hide it, but the damage was already done.

At least you were lucky enough that they weren’t filming on this particular day.

Kendall rushed over to you in excitement and plopped down next to you. “Oh, a heart next to the name? Does big sister have a boyfriend?”

“It’s nothing,” you lied. Not that you were very convincing.

“Seriously, (Y/N),” Kim said. “You can tell us if you are. You know we want to see you happy.”

“I know you do, and you guys don’t know how hard it’s been to keep this from you. It’s just...you guys know I’m not like you. I like to be private, even if that’s impossible because I’m a Jenner. I want this relationship to be my own, not the world’s.”

“Then it will be yours,” Kendall said. “No filming you and him, no mentions of him when we’re filming, nothing. If you want privacy, you’ll get privacy.”

“On one condition,” your mom added. “He comes over for dinner tomorrow night. With all of us. I think it’s time we meet him.”

You wanted desperately to say no, but you knew she was right. Now that the secret was out there, it was time for your family to meet Marshall. Even though you knew it was going to be incredibly awkward.

“Okay,” you said. “Deal.”

~~~~~~~

You looked over at Marshall as he pulled into your mom’s driveway. You could tell he was tense. His whole body was stiff and he was starring out the windshield at the house.

You reached over and put a hand on his leg. “Hey.”

He looked over at you. You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“It’ll be fine,” you assured him.

“They’re gonna hate me,” he said. “All the shit I’ve said about your sisters. They’re gonna throw me out the second I walk through the door.”

“Everyone makes fun of them, babe. It’s nothing new. They won’t hate you for it.”

He didn’t seem convinced. You leaned over to kiss his cheek before unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car. May as well get this night done and over with.

You walked up to the door and let yourselves in. As he walked through the threshold, you could tell Marshall’s nervousness grew.

“Mom, we’re here!” you called.

Your mom appeared moments later, a wide smile on her face. When her eyes landed on Marshall, you could see her smile falter for just a moment.

“Mom, this is Marshall,” you said. You quickly approached her and lowered your voice to add, “And he’s really nervous to meet you guys so please...be nice. Or at least open minded for a while.”

She looked over your shoulder at Marshall before looking back at you, her face softening. “Of course, sweetie. If you’re happy with him that’s all that matters.”

She turned to Marshall and extended her arms to him. “It’s nice to meet you, Marshall.”

He seemed shocked by the embrace at first, but he hugged her back. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Ms. Jenner.”

When she pulled away, your mom took his arm. “Come, meet the family!”

You were glad you had managed to convince your sisters to leave their kids and partners at home. As much as you loved your nieces and nephews, there were so many of them and you didn’t want to overwhelm Marshall any more than he already was when meeting everyone for the first time.

They were all waiting in the living room when the three of you walked in. Like the day before, all eyes were on you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched your sisters look between you and Marshall. You were grateful when your mother did the honors of introducing everyone.

“Ladies, this is (Y/N)’s secret man, Marshall. Marshall, I’m sure you know (Y/N)’s sisters already, but this is Kim, Khloe, Kourtney, Kendall, and Kylie.” She smiled at Marshall and added, “Welcome to the chaos.”

Everyone was silent. You were starting to fear the worst reaction. Maybe it wasn’t too late to take Marshall and run. Maybe you could convince your sisters to forget this night had ever happened.

Finally, Kylie broke the tension with a laugh as she crossed the room to hug Marshall.

“Of course you’re following in the family tradition of dating a rapper,” she teased. “It’s nice to meet you, Marshall.”

After that the rest of your sisters came over to greet him warmly. You felt yourself let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding. With that out of the way, you could also see a weight had been lifted off of Marshall’s shoulders. He looked over at you after your sisters had finished surrounding him and smiled. You smiled back at him before being dragged away by your mom to help set the table for dinner.

~~~~~~

A few hours later, you were finally able to pry yourselves away from your mother only after promising you’d bring Marshall around more often.

The ride home felt less tense than the ride there had been. Both of you felt relieved that the night had gone so well and that you now had that big weight off of your shoulders. There was still the issue of having to keep it hidden from the public, but that was something you were good at doing anyways. As long as there was no slip ups from the family while filming.

“I told you they wouldn’t hate you,” you said with a playful tone.

“Don’t start with the I told you so. I know you were also worried,” he said, also smiling playfully at you.

“Okay, I was a little worried. But technically I did tell you they wouldn’t hate you and whether or not I believed it doesn’t take away from the fact that I said it.”

He chuckled and shook his head at you.

He pulled into his driveway and he turned off the car, but neither of you made a move to get out. You looked over at him and he looked down at you. You leaned over to kiss him on the lips before sitting back.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Just because I like you,” you responded. “And also as a thank you for coming tonight. I know you were really nervous about it.”

“I would’ve come over either way. I know how much your family means to you. I’m just glad they like me so that didn’t cause any issues between you and your family.”

“I’m still saying thank you.”

He smiled at you and leaned forward to kiss you again.

“Let’s go inside,” he said.

“You read my mind,” you said. “I’m ready to get in bed.”

“I hope you’re not expecting much sleep yet.”

You smirked at him before both of you got out and made your way towards his house.

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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ladyelissarose · 2 years ago

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‘A Mother’s Revenge’

Chapter 6 ‘I Don’t Know’

Warnings: LONG ASS CHAPTER!!! But it does justice considering how long it takes to be able to write and put something out. Pay attention to details. Lost of guns and rifles mentioned, call of duty stuff. Drugs mentioned a few times. Enjoy :

Melione’s POV

“Alright Boys, Melione.”

I liked how he addressed me separately, such respect for women that work in a field full of men. Anyways, we all walked up to Price as he shifted his hands to hold onto his vest, while gazing at us with a disappointed look. It was 3am as we stood outside, waiting to see the reason why we weren’t on our way yet. He then began to explain,

“Listen… Shepherd wants us to check something out, see which missiles we’re actually finding. The ones that Graves spoke to Melione about. So that’s what we’ll do first as we arrive in Mexico. Copy?”

“”Copy Captain.””

“Then onward we go. Let’s get on board!!!”

Like perfect soldiers we followed our leader into the plane, ready to take off, and head off to the next step. I adjusted myself into my seat trying to get comfortable, maybe rest a bit before we actually arrive, for indeed I still felt exhausted. I sat in front of Ghost and next to Gaz, while Price stayed in the front with our pilot along with Graves, who was directing them to the exact place where the missiles rested. Thudding sounds on the platform of the plane could be heard approaching loudly and closer as Soap’s figure came into view, he was somewhat out of breath as he chattered like a little mouse,

“Sorry, was preparing one of my best teas for the ride and din’t wan’ it to spill as we took off. Want a cup lass- I said LASS not Ghost! Han’s off mate-“

I stood up almost immediately and politely shoved the tea in Soap’s hand towards Ghost as I insisted,

“Hey it’s ok, Ghost is used to you making his teas most of the time, let him have it-“

But surprisingly enough the cup was firmly put in my hand, by Ghost who gravely replied,

“no no... take it Meli. Was just pestering the Scot here.”

I let a soft huff of what could’ve been a laugh,

“oh! well thanks boys.”

After officially taking it I noticed Soap grin triumphantly at Ghost,

‘weirdo... hopefully this keeps me up but well rested.’

Soap’s POV

‘Alright lass... let’s see if this works-‘

“da fuck did ya do McTavish?”

‘O- he called me McTavish. Nice.-‘

“McTav-“

Before Ghost could try and whisper growl at me again I replied calmly,

“Rem’ber tha’ guy back in Tokyo? Da one who I gave tea to in the garage?”

“what-“

“you thought I was insane for not torturing him like you do. But saw him hearin’ fuckin’ colors by the time he went through it... and told us all the information we needed. Same is gonna happen here. Just watch.”

I guess it clicked for Ghost, the vivid memory of what I spoke about, because all that came out of that thick balaclava shite was a pleasant sound of agreement,

“Hmm.”

A few beats of silence followed afterwards, as we watched Melione contentedly chugging the tea, and finishing it as she tilted the cup all the way back, it suite with her head as she desperately tried to reach for the last drop.

“Fuckin’ genius McTavish... though I have to mention it... I thought you tossed it-“

“-You’re kidding me? Shite is effective-“

“-Yes but Price-“

“-Said it was illegal yesss... but... he doesn’t have to know I still use it-“

“-True-“

“-Will you tell-“

“-Absolutely not. Because you remember our promise-“

“-That if I use it on you you’ll know and kill me and blame it on the drug-“

“-Exactfukinly.”

“Hmm hmm.”

He side eyed me with a twinkle in his eye, they even crinkled, telling me that this Brit was freakin’ smirking.

‘Bastard... if only he knew how effective his existence solely has on humanity.’

I only rolled my eyes at him before focusing on Melione, who began to rest her head back and close her eyes, I could already imagine the drink beginning to take effect...

‘Le’s fuckin’ goooo.’

Hours later...

Ghost’s POV

Landing in Mexico at midnight was not on my list, we require more equipment to wear in order to see clearly, and plus... many things hide in the shadows at night. Wearing a balaclava under a skeletal mask was part of my cover for many reasons, but fuck it was sacrificial. I was dying of heat all the time. Most of the time I mentally block the thought of it, but like right now.. I’d kill to take it off for a bit, my skin was sticking to it for how much sweat I had produced in this short amount of time. I hoisted my rifle into good hold when I felt the most soft nudge on my shoulder, I turned thinking it was Gaz, for he usually approached me quietly, but it was Meli, who held the widest puppy lookin’ eyes, like the ones Johnny would give me when he’d beg me to play cards with him on night watch.

“Yeah?”

“i can’t put this on.”

She held up her night-vision goggled helmet right under my chin, looking hopeless.

‘Alright...’

“come ‘er.”

“ok.”

I noticed her seem a little more.. different per say? Her little wide eyes and the holding her hands behind her back, she was bouncing her knee a bit too-

‘Fuck it’s the drug... ok.’

It was effective.. she was vulnerable. I didn’t want to start to rough on the questions, so I asked her a normal one,

“What’s on yer mind Meli?”

I adjusted the large helmet on her head, making sure it was alright as she went on to say in between little hums,

“Mmm.. nothing much Ghost. Oh- ummm... Graves is like.. suspici- well.. yeah it’s nothing-“

‘what about Graves?’

“Ok... so absolutely nothing-“

“-Yes. Is it ready?”

‘Shite she might just get hyper not cooperative... ughh another Johnny to deal with.’

With a last check up I finally let down the goggles, watching her take it in with an awe, as she stepped away slowly,

“It’s ready Meli... just follow me as I follow Price. We’re in Mexico, remember-“

“-Of course she remembers Lieutenant. Why are you talking to her like a child-“

“Gravessss! Awww... I’m not a child he was just helping me out!”

Graves and I gawked at hearing Melione awe in a high pitch. She only sent us a thumbs up and skipped to stand next to Soap, tugging on his arm to walk with her off the plane. I could see Graves turn to look at me as he questioned curiously,

“Is she ok?”

I didn’t spare him a glance as I replied while walking in suite behind them all,

“She’s never been better.”

‘Please don’t do anything stupid Meli.. please.’

Price called me over as a large SUV pulled up, he was quick to inform,

“Keep Laswell and Shepherd on your line, they want to be informed immediately on the count of the missiles.”

“Affirmative sir.”

“Great. Let’s go.”

Graves POV

I wanted to talk to Melione alone for a few seconds before driving off, or at least have her in the same ride as I was in, but she ultimately refused to leave Soap’s side for some God-forbidden reason. I had never seen Soap so excited in a while, as he had her clinging on his arm. Honestly she was totally acting pretty off compared to the usual ‘cold shoulder’ type.

‘What did they do to her or is she just out of it? Damnit! It’s gotta be him.. Soap is always up to something and you never know what it is until it’s too late... fuck.’

Soap was famous for his crazy little shenanigans, he impeccably slipped in and out of ways like a damned bar of soap. His ways were smooth and effective, not always according to protocol, but he managed to get away with it. Maybe he pulled a stunt in Melione now. Second bad thing, I was on a private call with Shepherd earlier.. and I didn’t realize she was there who knows how long until I had ended it. I was about to call her out on it but she mindlessly ran to Soap again.

‘You better keep your mouth shut Melione... please.’

Price‘a POV

“Alright boys, Melione, off!! We’ve arrived.”

Melione came up behind me as soon as she got off the truck and stuck to me like glue, a little shadow. I had noticed her being awfully close with a couple of the guys sense earlier.. maybe she was scared, so I made it a point to let her know she’d be alright. I knocked on her rather large helmet as I chided,

“It’s alright lass... keep yer head in the game and you’ll be alright. Understood?”

“Yes Ja- Price.. yes Price.”

‘what?.. was that a name? was she going to say Jack? Jacob? Jake? Jason-‘

“Captain we got a situation.”

My head clicked to Gaz as he approached me with a frown, only rising up my blood pressure and curiosity of everything around me,

“What’s that Gaz?”

“The missiles... come and see.”

‘ohhh nooo.. this doesn’t sound good.’

Melione’s POV

Soap gently pulled my hand off of his arm as he worded kindly,

“Stand here and don’ move. Ok?”

“yeah!”

“Ok!” ‘he’s so kind.’

I had felt incredibly safe with Soap, especially after our car ride to here, I had told him many things, I just don’t remember anything about what it was. But he promised he’d keep it a secret, so I was good about it even if I didn’t remember. I now stood in front of what look like huge crates, all holding something incredibly large on top, but their size wasn’t what had caught my attention, it was the fact that it looked like something was missing.

‘1.. 2.. huh? Where’s the 3rd one?’

“Soooooap? Why am I only counting 2?”

“Hold on Melione they’re still checking on the rest-“

Graves tugged my shoulder wanting me to set my eyes on him while trying to explain but I felt like he was wrong. I knew what I was looking at. I called out for Soap again, amid what Graves has tried to explain.

“Soap!-“

“-Melione wait!!!-“

“Stop fucking yellin’ at her! What is it Meli?”

‘Ghost!!’

I wordlessly pointed towards the missiles as Ghost glared at Graves, making him back off. Ghost then laid his attention on me. Soap returned in that moment as he muttered,

“There’s no other ones here but these.”

Ghost and I in sync then replied,

““then were missing one.””

“no fucking shit Sherlock.”

That was Graves of course, who appeared pissed off now, but someone else expressed their anger when he seethed,

“Who the hell got their hands on this!!”

‘Damn the Scot’s pissed… just as I am.’

I took into account Soap’s anger which had me expressing my growing one as I asked,

“What the hell?? We’re missing a missile? AN AMERICAN MISSILE!?!”

Ghost looked behind me towards Graves as he growled,

“Did ya know ‘bout this? Graves?”

My eyes followed where his rested and I found Graves to be defensive yet nervous as he responded,

“No, I even showed and had proof that this was all accounted for and untouched!! No one should’ve been around here at all.”

I scoffed as Gaz quietly pointed out,

“Well someone certainly was.”

I nodded my head in his direction to show I agreed with him, for I whole heartily did.

Laswell and General Shepherd spoke with Ghost as he addressed to the them about our new predicament, I then walked up to Graves and explained,

“You understand that this is bad right? They are expecting 3 whole missiles! And if I don’t have them-“

“I KNOW! I know. They won’t believe you or it’ll cause a problem. I get it. This is definitely not my fault though.”

‘Who said it was? Why so defensive Graves?’

Doubt now began to settle in once again. But I held up strong when Price suggested,

“Why don’t we see if Alejandro and steer us towards anyone he thinks might know about this?”

I swore I could see Ghost arch a brow while Soap questioned suggestively,

“Ye mean like he knows someone tha’ knows someone tha’ knows ‘bout this goin’ missin’?”

“Hmm hmm… I’m sure he does, he runs this city like he owns it, or doesn’t give a fuck about who does.”

‘Yup… sounds like Alejandro.’

I started to walk away from everything and everyone as I ordered,

“Alright then, let’s head that way.”

Price pat my shoulder and sent me a short nod,

“After you Melione.”

Ghost’s POV

There’s no fucking good explanation for that missile going missing. It’s guarded by high security around the fuckin clock. That means it already got there messed with. Missing that third missile. I noticed that Laswell actually seemed more worried and concerned than Shepherd. Shepherd had a fake tone of concernment in his voice, and he sounded like he already knew about it. Fucker is going to wish he never lived if he’s playing us all onto something nasty. My thoughts must of been loud as Soap suddenly slid next to me, unfortunately bumping into my leg and side as he whispered,

“Ay LT… ye alright? Can see the smoke comin’ out of ya ears.”

I scoffed at his wording, but nonetheless replied honestly and in his tone,

“I don’t know Johnny… something about this is all off.”

“And I thought I was crazy.. I felt the same too.”

“Yeh?”

“Yeh.”

“Hmm… let’s hope our guts are wrong, if not it can become a big mess.”

“I know.”

My eyes then settled on Melione, who sat across from me as she played with her necklace, twiddling the rings on her fingers as she glared at Graves. Soap oddly enough commented on what I was thinking,

“Ye think she has something to do with this and him, Graves?”

“I hope not. But everything in her story is fake, all that we have discovered about her is either off or unaccounted for… so you never know.”

“I’d hope not either… she doesn’t appear tha’ way at least.”

I huffed lowly and side-eyed him,

“Really?”

“Trust me... we talked.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.. but I can’t repeat it here.. too many untrusting ears..”

“m’k.”

‘Hmm… Ya seem confident Soap… better be right Johnny boy.’

About an hour later..

Alejandro’s POV

I stood next to Rudy by our Jeep as I saw the incoming SUV, I heard Rudy let out a broken sigh,

‘What is it Rudy?’

“Ruudyyy... que pasa my friend?”

Rudy shuddered as he spared me a quick look,

“I don’t like-“

“-Alejandro!!”

‘Ay they were quick to get off!’

I couldn’t hear what Rudy said as Soap yelled for her to be careful as she jumped out of the still braking vehicle. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Ayyy mi corazon!! At least someone is happy to see me.”

I watched her hold a bright smile while she jogged to embrace me. I watched how Ghost got off after her and didn’t like her sweet gestures, but it was nice to see someone like this once in a while. After separating she bounced on her heels and asked curiously,

“Sooo Price said you had someone we need too see?”

Yeah, Price has spoken to me a while ago, and I already had who he needed in hand. Anyways, Her being a bit hyper was new, I took that into note for just in case. But I replied,

“Yes cariño… come on muchachos.”

Soon they settled into the jeep, squeezing up pretty tightly as Melione sat between the two large men of steel. Rudy then looked back, smiled at Meli and Soap, and sent Ghost a short nod as he told me,

“Tiengo miedo a los fantasmas.”

‘ohhh that’s right! you’re scared of Ghosts.. can never ‘not be funny.’

Ghost was definitely intimidating, looked like the son of la Santa Muerte and killed like the chupacabra. I was easy around him, but Rudy wasn’t. Melione was the only one who laughed when Rudy had the balls to say,

“With your mask you’ll fit well here Ghost.”

We all glared at him as he began to sweat out his audacity but Melione laughed out loud and leaned her head on Ghost’s shoulder after she stopped, and muttered under her breath,

“I still like you Ghost. And your mask.”

This was all seriously going to be interesting.

Rudy’s POV

The rest of the ride was awfully quiet, especially after what I said. But I could only hear Melione chatter about something incoherently until I heard Ghost say in a little tough tone at one point,

‘Don’t touch. o-ok.. Fine. Jus’ up to there that’s fine. Not passed my elbow.’

Now that we were off the Jeep and standing in front of the crate, I realized that she had been drawing on his tattooed arm, for all the little spaces were colored in. Unfortunately He caught me staring and he roughly pulled his sleeve down. I hurriedly stood next to Alejandro as he started to tell the us,

“Alright hermanos... this is it. Beware.”

Upon walking in we beheld quite the sight.

Valeria Garza... one of the biggest drug dealers of Las Almas, period. She was fearless and cold, evil too.. and madly cursed at whoever crossed paths with her. I made sure Melione stayed behind Soap and I, as she stayed glued next to Ghost for now. Alejandro walked you to Valeria as he immediately jumped onto the point of our meeting, as he began,

“You know about the missile right?”

She let out a breathless laugh,

“You think I know where everything is huh puta?”

‘Ay madre... starting off big i see.’

That only led to the both of them arguing back and forth for a while, with heavy insulting words and lots of tension. It had come to enough when Graves stepped in and questioned,

“You two know each other?”

He sent Alejandro a questioning look as he replied,

“Ha, something like that. So Valeria... where the missile?”

She shrugged and tried to look behind us while sassing,

“I know there’s a woman behind you mensos putas.”

Melione tiptoed as she agreed,

“Yeah why am I hiding-“

“-shut up Meli.”

That was Ghost.

Alejandro then was growing more pissed as he interrupted,

“-where’s the missile?”

“I don’t know cabron!!”

Gaz looked at Price while he asked us,

“What the fuck is going on?”

Price spoke up and questioned,

“So you know about the missing missile? The third one?”

Valeria chuckled,

“Oh I didn’t count them, I have men for that-“

“-she’s lying-“

Ghost then intervened as his thick accent came out gruffly,

“Where’s the missile?”

Everyone kept spewing questions and curses until Melione squeezed through us. I tried to catch her but she only stood in front of Valeria and plainly asked with a soft voice of shock,

“You gave it to Hassan... didn’t you? That’s why he hasn’t called about the deal.. he has it already because of you.”

Valeria smirked at Melione while she openly checked her out, then sputtered,

“Of course-“

“NO!-“

Her hand raised up but Ghost grabbed it rapidly and pulled her back to his side, she struggled a bit but he not had to stare at her to calm her instantly. She looked furious as Alejandro breathed heavily,

“You think you can do anything with anyone huh??!”

Valeria say back in her chair and sasses once again,

“Even the dogs in Las Alma’s know not to bark at me.”

A little scoff was heard behind me so instinctively I turned to see who it was, but that’s when I caught Ghost pinching Melione’s waist, right below her bullet-proof vest. She flinched a little and sent him a glare that he completely ignored. I shook my head at her as her eyes locked on mine, but she only sent me a small smile.

‘Ayyy que niña.’

My focus unfortunately went back to Valeria as she teased with some suppose seduction in her voice,

“Y quien es esta bellesa? I like her.”

I couldn’t hold back my patience with her anymore and especially more sense she was being a little mouthy about Melione, so I seethed,

“Deja la-“

“You like me mama? Huh… let’s see… if you can tell me at least… the place where we need to go to find what we need. I’ll give you a deal.”

‘Ayyyy mi corazon… that’s new.’

I caught everyone and myself gawk at Melione’s words and sassy attitude. It had never been seen before, or even used, she was usually cold and silent, letting everyone do the talking. Plus she had been angry at first. But now this and her coming out first? That’s was definitely new. Ghost was the most intrigued by her words, as his eyes hadn’t left her at all, you could tell he was trying to read her, understand her. My ears then fell upon Valeria’s words as she pointed out,

“Give me 5 minutes with you… and I’ll tell you the place.”

Ghost grunted at the offer and just interrupted,

“Just tell us where the missiles are!-“

Melione then stepped closer to Valeria and replied to her ignoring Ghost’s words,

“-yes. 5 minutes. Then you tell me-“

Ghost yet dared again to growl even deeper and meaner when he saw Melione pushing it,

“-Where’s the missile-“

Graves reached for Melione’s arm while trying to bargain,

“-Melione-“

Soap pulled him back as Melione countered,

“-shut the hell up Graves. Let me handle this, sister to sister… huh?”

And again her eyes found Valeria’s, looking so lusty and shimmering, luring her into her trick. Valeria was a tough bottle to crack, so I wasn’t sure how this would play out, it always took larger measures to get to her. But I was beyond surprised when Valeria suddenly spurted out with a smirk,

“Chicago.”

‘Ay mi vida… she must really want her.’

Melione smiled with triumphant and then ushered us out with a snap of her fingers,

“Unlike you guys I keep to my word, let us have our 5 minutes. Out.”

I eyed Melione hoping she’d read me trying to tell her to be careful, to which she sent me a wink, and patted my back. To say I was comforted a little was an understatement, I was still extremely nervous about this. For Valeria was a cold and good killer, but you wouldn’t know who she really was until you were trapped in her jaw… she was like Satan. So I was the second to last out as Ghost stayed behind, and could only glare at Melione before stepping out and slamming the door shut, leaving the two alone. It was obvious he was utterly pissed off about this, and Soap was the first to ask him if he was ok,

“Ye alright mate?”

Ghost stood in front of him completely still and only shook his head as he replied simply,

“She’s a daring bastard. Think she’s out of cloud 9 now.”

With a sigh he walked away to stand by the door, not to listen in, but to make sure no one came in or out until it was said to do. Gaz walked up to me with his watch in hand as he put forth,

“I got a timer going, don’t want time to slip pass us in case something goes wrong.”

I gave him a grateful nod as Alejandro worded,

“Gracias Gaz.”

Now it was the waiting game… we all held the same expression as we thought,

‘What the hell can be going on in there?’

Valeria’s POV

To say this woman was beautiful would be an insult, she was far more than that, and held something I had never seen before. And it drew my attention sense the minute she walked in through those doors. She stood in front of me with eyes that held so many secrets, and so many lies.

‘Quien eres…. I know you’re not a killer.’

“Venga aqui.”

I called out to her softly, her change in expression at my demeanor told me she was slightly worried but curious at it. But she still walked closer and asked in a low tone,

“What do you want? You only have 5 minutes-“

“Who are you mama? This façade you have going on fits you, but it’s not you.”

Her face dropped a little at my words, but in a second it clicked for her. With some kind of power in her presence she leaned forward towards me and held each hand on the chair beside my head as she sternly said,

“If you want this conversation to go on, you have to stop calling me ‘mama’-“

I huffed out a dry laugh as I pushed on,

“Because that’s what you are? Come on hermana… once you become one you never stop being one-“

She jerked away from the chair and seethed in one breath while holding a frown,

“Unless it’s taken away then yes.”

Her reply kept me silent for a second, as I registered what she meant. It stung a little to realize, but unfortunately life was a bitch and it’ll ruin good people. I heard her sigh heavily as her eyes closed while she pinched her nose and asked,

“What was said you don’t repeat. You are in no position to mess with me because I will personally find you and kill you. Understood?”

I watched her as she tried to subtly wipe away tears with her fingers while still holding onto her nose. My heart never felt bad for anyone, I’ve lived this life long enough where we don’t feel anything anymore, but for some reason, it clenched at the sight of her breaking, because she looked so strong.

‘Que lamento..’

And her threat, well, I wouldn’t take it as a joke either, her rage was enough to take out a whole city if she wanted too. So I leaned back in my chair and replied,

“It’s a deal mi Reyna. I’ll look forward to seeing you soon.”

For the first time a tiny smile made it to her lips as she scoffed,

“That’s if we see tomorrow Valeria. Adios.”

‘People like you and me… always see tomorrow. Because death, is even scared to take us.’

She walked towards the door as I gave a farewell,

“Adios amor.”

Melione then turned back and asked,

“Was that all you wanted?”

I nodded,

“Yes.”

And there she stepped out without another word.

Melione’s POV

‘She’s quite the person… but I think I can trust her with that.’

First person I saw while walking out was of course, Ghost. Though Alejandro was the one who spoke to me first as he asked worriedly,

“She didn’t do anything to you right, corazon?”

With a hand on his shoulder I admitted,

“She’s an interesting woman, but no. She’s alright and ready to go.”

Graves came around as he tried to bark orders,

“We got to get going, if she knows where the missiles are then anyone else she works with does, so we need to get there first.”

‘Always in a damn rush. That Graves.’

Price’s voice went ‘command mode’ as he spoke to Alejandro.

“Alrighty then, Alejandro, Valeria is all yours. Soap initiate our next flight, if the missile is in Chicago-“

Ghost and I then muttered at once,

“Then Hassan is there too.”

At the sync we had it took us a second to glance at one another before following Price’s steps as we began to head onward. For some reason, Ghost and I actually had one thing in common… we really wanted Hassan over everything.

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Annotated Books & Sleek Hardcovers | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: Everything told them to be apart, but they said fuck the world.

Inspiration: Click

People would describe the younger Lupin sibling as warm and bright. She shined like the sun and was warm like a sunny summer day. She was the breeze on a warm summer day and the sun on a chilly autumn morning. She was worn books with annotations in the margins, highlighting, and scribbles. She was dependable, sweet, kind, and loving.

Dependable like a best friend. Sweet like Honeydukes chocolate. Kind of like a puppy dog who had been just adopted and as lovable as soft blankets. Her brother was no different. He oozed shyness, charisma, and intelligence. His tousled sandy hair and gleaming green eyes made everyone bend to his will. He didn’t even know that he was doing it.

But by fifth year, Remus Lupin had come out as gay. A month later, Sirius Black was on top of the Gryffindor table with a blushing Remus announcing their relationship. Remus had given his sister a sheepish look as he sat back down. Y/n had just kissed his cheek and smiled.

Y/n and Regulus had been sitting beside each other when Sirius had taken the Great Hall by storm. Instinctively, Regulus tightened his grip on her hand, and Y/n allowed her thumb to run along his. She watched as his shoulders relaxed a prominent amount.

“Well,” Regulus whispered, “I wasn’t expecting that. Did you know?”

Y/n shook her head, “No, but I’m happy for them. Are you?”

“I ‘spose.” Regulus shrugged, “When do you think they’ll find out about us?”

“Remus is a bit oblivious.” Y/n replied, “Sirius doesn’t really turn his head in your direction.”

Regulus looked down at his lap, “So if anything, we’ll have to tell them.”

“Do you think,” His voice was lower than a whisper, “That he’ll ever be my brother again?”

“I do.” Y/n leaned her head on his shoulder, “Siblings have a special bond.”

“I hope you’re right.”

She snorted, “I’m always right.”

At that, he cracked a smile.

Maybe it was her warmth that melted the ice surrounding Regulus’ heart. The icy, cold, Regulus Black. It wasn’t like they were hiding their relationship, but people were terrified to talk about it. They didn’t want to face the wrath of the young Black brother.

Regulus was described as the dark, cold winter nights people despised. The winter nights that were so low in temperature that even staying inside with the heat on, blankets on, and layers of clothes couldn’t warm. He was sleek, hardcover books and soggy leaves in the fall that left you disappointed when the satisfying crunch didn’t echo through your ears.

Regulus Black was everything but warm. He was your least favorite color. Your least favorite food. He was everything you hated. Perhaps it was Y/n’s sweetness that brought some of the crunchiness back to his leaf, the pen to his book, and the folded pages.

They were star-crossed lovers. Everything in the universe was trying to keep them apart from the colors of their robes and the clashing of their personalities. Regulus was the dry autumn and brash winter. Y/n was the prospering spring and hopeful summer. Perhaps they were the best of both worlds, and that’s why they worked together so well.

It wasn’t until their sixth year when their relationship had become the talk of the school. Regulus had begun wearing long sleeves even in the hot months, and people grew suspicious. Only he and she knew what laid beneath that crisp white button-up. Beneath the cold ice he kept around his heart.

Y/n looked around Platform Nine and Three-Quarters for her raven-haired boyfriend as Remus joined his friends on the train. When she did find him, it wasn’t pleasant. Walburga had been fussing with his sleeve, making sure it stayed down, and she had slapped the back of his head for slouching over. Regulus had rolled his shoulders to stand up straight. Orion didn’t look impressed, and Walburga murmured something along the lines of, “Good enough.”

“Now, what do we say, Regulus?”

Regulus caught Y/n’s eyes for just a split second, and he looked away hastily, “Toujours Pur.”

“Good.” Walburga stated, “Now go.”

He nodded and began walking toward Y/n’s general direction. Regulus took her hand in his directing her on another path, “Meet at our usual compartment.”

Y/n gave him a smile in response as she walked away. It left Regulus with a pink hue coating his usually pale skin. His stomach fluttered, and his heart palpitated. They entered the train on opposite sides and met in the middle at their compartment. She was already sitting down when he plopped down beside her. His head was leaning on her shoulder.

“Missed you.” Regulus slurred, sleep evident in his tone, “Wish I could’ve escaped.”

“I missed you too, Reggie.” Y/n took his left hand in hers, “But I know that we have a lot to talk about.”

He tensed, “I suppose we do.”

“Things like what’s on your left forearm?”

“Y/n, please-“

“I’m not mad.”

“But you’re disappointed.”

Her light laugh confused him, “I’m not either, actually.”

Regulus lifted his head to look at her, “You aren’t?”

“I just want to know what you plan on doing with that mark.”

“I don’t have a choice.” Regulus stated, slumping down again, “I have to serve him.”

Y/n hesitated, “You have choices.”

“What are they?”

“Be a spy.”

“A spy?” Regulus queried incredulously, “Are you serious?”

A silly smile graced her features, “Actually. Forget I asked that. Are you daft?”

“No.” Y/n replied, “I’m actually top of our class, so.”

“If he finds out I’m a spy. Then I’d be killed, Y/n.” Regulus said softly, “It’d be different if I didn’t care about anyone. If I had nothing to lose, but I do, and I don’t want to lose a chance at a future with you because of it.”

Y/n took his face into her hands, “You can’t do this. You can’t work for him. You’ll kill yourself slowly anyway.”

“I don’t have a choice.” He wiped a tear from her cheek, “This was bound to happen. This was my fate.”

“Who gives a shit about fate.” Y/n chuckled tearfully, “Professor Trelawney always said that you could change fate.”

Regulus cracked a tiny smile, “You would pay attention in Divination, wouldn’t you.”

“Someone’s gotta give Sirius the notes.”

“Sirius… I didn’t even think about-“ Regulus stopped, “He’s- He’s gonna hate me.”

“Hey, Regulus, look at me.” His breathing sped up, and his hands began to tremble, “Sirius isn’t going to hate you.”

He shook his head, “No, he’s- he’s gonna- I’m gonna-“

Y/n wrapped her arms around him. Regulus nosed at the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet perfume. The fragrance smelt of crisp apples mixed along with her scent of caramel, chocolate, and marshmallow. It gave him something to focus on, and with his muddled mind, Regulus fell asleep.

Regulus was still asleep three hours later when Sirius came barging into the compartment stopping in his tracks. Y/n brought her index finger to her lips, ordering him to be quiet. Sirius shut the door and sat in front of them. Regulus’ face was out of view from his older brother's. His nose was nuzzled in Y/n’s neck, and his hair hid his face.

“So,” Sirius began quietly, the atmosphere had never been so thick, “How long?”

“Fourth year.” Y/n thought Sirius’ eyes were going to bulge out of his head.

“But you- and him- you don’t-“

“Don’t belong together?”

Sirius nodded, “Who are you to say? Technically I could say the same about you and my brother.”

“Fair point.” Sirius muttered.

It was quiet again, and all that was heard was the slashing of rain on the window of the train, “How- How is he?” Sirius’ voice had never been so quiet before.

“He’ll be okay.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

Before Y/n could respond, Regulus began to tremble again. He was trying to dig his nose deeper into her neck and reaching desperately for something to hold onto. Y/n allowed his hand to grasp hers tightly. His trembling subsided, and Y/n gently kissed the crown of his head, allowing him to relax finally.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“I never-“ Sirius looked shocked, “I could never calm his nightmares….”

Y/n gave him a soft smile, “Perhaps it’s a Lupin talent.”

“Perhaps.” Sirius replied, “But, is he okay?”

“He will be.”

“What does that mean?” Sirius questioned loudly, and Y/n hushed him, “They didn’t- did they?”

She nodded solemnly, “We’re gonna- We’re gonna work through it together.”

Sirius could see her swallowing the lump in her throat. Sirius could see the dullness in her eyes, the same dull that Remus’ eyes got after the full moon. Sirius could always read Remus through his eyes. They were a tell-tale of his emotions. It seemed that he could do the same with Y/n. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, untold trauma, and unspoken words.

“Take care of him, yeah?” Sirius requested quietly as he stood up to leave the compartment.

She nodded, “Yeah.”

He closed the sliding door quietly. It was a quiet walk back to his own compartment with the Marauders. The task of getting the summer homework to copy turned into an entirely new adventure. Sirius opened the door to his compartment to find James and Peter talking animately. Remus sat with his head against the glass and head in a book. He had some muggle markers beside him that Sirius liked to draw with.

Sirius slumped beside Remus putting space between them. That was the first tell. The second tell was that Sirius didn’t speak, and he stared out to the train's hallway. Remus closed his book, placing it back beside him, and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was low and hot in Sirius’ ear.

“Nothing.” Sirius replied, still not looking into Remus’ eyes, “Your sister was no help. Said I needed to do the homework on my own. Said I was a tosser for not doing it.”

Remus snorted and nuzzled his nose into Sirius’ cheek, “Well, perhaps I ought to tell her that’s not how she should speak to my boyfriend.”

“No.” Sirius hated how distant he sounded, “She’s got other things to worry about.”

The lycanthrope furrowed his eyebrows, “Like what?”

“Like you.” Sirius lied like it was nothing, “Who do you think puts hot cocoa and Honeydukes chocolate at your bedside after the full?”

“Then I should give her a sister of the year award.” Remus corrected, and Sirius nodded, “Perhaps you should.”

If only I could get a best brother award, Sirius thought. It was selfish. He knew that. It was wrong to envy Y/n and Remus’ relationship. Unfit to be jealous of his brothers relationship, but he couldn’t help it. Sirius wanted to be the one to chase all of Regulus’ demons away. Sirius wanted to hold him during every thunderstorm as he used to as children. Sirius should be happy for Regulus even if it weren’t because of him.

It took a month before Remus was storming into the common room and yelled insanities at his sister. Remus wasn’t thinking, words fell from his mouth so carelessly, and the entire common room stared as Remus had his sister pushed against a wall, hands holding her up from the collar on her shirt, seething at her.

“You must be one of the stupidest people I’ve ever met.” Remus seethed, and Y/n flinched, “You must be fucking insane.”

Sirius could do nothing but stare, “Maybe I should’ve disowned you as my sister the minute I saw you hanging out with him.”

Tears ebbed at Y/n’s eyes, “But I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I trusted you, and you betrayed me.”

James couldn’t tell what was worse, the fact that Remus was so calm and his voice was so low or when Remus yelled, “You were my everything. My sister, my partner in crime, my other half, and you fucking destroyed it.”

“Mate, stop.” James tried to interject, but Remus just shoved her against the wall harder, and streaks of silver appeared on her cheeks.

“Wonder what dad would do if he found out.” Remus taunted, and Y/n shook her head, “You know how much dad despises them.”

Y/n choked, “Remus-“

“Don’t.” He snarled, “My name isn’t allowed to fall from your mouth. Fucking traitor.”

Sirius had enough, “Remus, stop. That’s enough.”

Remus whirled around, Y/n sliding to the floor, knees to her chest, “Who are you talk? You did the same thing back in fifth year.”

“I’m not your bloody sister.” Sirius snapped, “She’s been there with you through everything. Maybe if you let her explain, then you could understand.”

Remus pointed at her and looked at Sirius with fire in his eyes, “She isn’t my sister. She’ll never be my sister again.”

Sirius could remember the exact same words falling from his mouth only a year earlier, and it crushed him. Y/n was sobbing, and her knees were pulled tightly under her chin. James was trying to console her, but it wasn’t working as Remus and Sirius went toe to toe. Y/n didn’t deserve this for loving who she loved.

Remus scoffed when Sirius wouldn’t back down and stormed up to the boy's dormitory. Sirius knelt before her and lifted her head from her lap. His thumbs wiped away the tears, and he took her into his arms. So much built-up pain, built-up trauma, built-up lies. She was finally crumbling like a tower on an unsteady foundation. Y/n was a one-hundred-story tower that was collapsing from the bottom up.

Debris falling everywhere and soot clouding the atmosphere. He could see the smog slipping in her mind, clouding up her judgment and thoughts. Sirius could see the debris cluttering and scraping away at her heart. With every scrap and every tear, her heart began to give out. It felt like being crushed in an elevator, with no room to breathe and no room for moving. She was stuck, and that was it.

Y/n couldn’t remember much after feeling Sirius’ lips on the top of her head. But she woke up on the plush of the common room couch. The rough maroon fabric was felt beneath her fingertips. Beside her was a boy in an armchair. He was curled up, and a black fleece blanket covered his body from the coldness of the Gryffindor common room.

Beside her was a glass of water and a note. She picked up the water and allowed it to glide down her throat, soothing the ache from her earlier crying. Her nose still felt stuffy, and she willed herself to sniffle quietly, trying not to wake the boy beside her. The parchment was ripped at the edges and was written in beautiful calligraphy.

"Il y a toujours des ténèbres avant que la lumière brille."

She folded the note and placed it back on the side table with the empty glass. The fire had gone out fully in the common room, allowing the temperature in the room to fall. It was cold, dry, and dark. Y/n had never seen the common room so dark. Not a candle was lit, and no light was shining from the windows. Just the slightest bit of moonlight. Gently she stood up and reached for the boy's hand in the armchair.

“Reggie.” Her voice was smooth and soft, “Reg.”

He stirred and opened his eyes to meet his girlfriend's warm ones. Sirius had rushed to the Slytherin common room despite all prejudice. Some of the Slytherins spat at him when he asked for the password. It took ten people before Regulus finally answered to the incessant knocking. He was shocked to be met with his older brother.

There Sirius had told him what happened, how Remus had shoved his sister against the wall accusing her of betraying him for dating him. Regulus felt ashamed. He didn’t want to be the reason they didn’t get to be civil with each other. Sirius even uttered the exact words Remus had, “She isn’t my sister. She’ll never be my sister again.” Regulus had to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying anything.

People stared at the younger Black brother as he walked into the Gryffindor common room. The Gryffindor’s glared, spat, and insulted, but he didn’t care. He found his girlfriend lying on the couch with a thick red blanket surrounding her. Sirius had claimed that Marlene had brought it for her, and Sirius had been the one to move her to the couch. Regulus saw the dried tear stains, the swollen eyes, and the bruised lip.

“It wasn’t pretty.” Sirius had muttered, “Remus isn’t one to hold back.”

Regulus smoothed her hair back, “This is because of me….”

“Reg, no.” Sirius had replied, “Remus will come around. He just doesn’t know how to digest this.”

The common room was silent, and Regulus just held her hand. His thumb stroked the back of her hand softly. Sirius watched as Regulus went through a wave of emotions. He was hurt, confused, concerned, and terrified. It was like watching the seasons go by. Watching everything welt, die, grow back and prosper just to repeat the cycle. It was like watching a new book turn into an old one as the ink was embedded onto the pages, the papers getting folded, tabs being placed, and the spine being cracked.

Regulus appeared to be a sleek hardcover book, but she was his person. She turned him into a used paperback. One with highlighting, tabs, folded pages, a cracked spine, and a loved cover. His heart beat for her. She was the reason he woke up every morning, the reason he ate, the reason he got good marks. She was his reason.

“I tried talking sense into him.” Sirius confessed quietly, “He just brought up the incident in fifth year.”

Regulus closed his eyes tightly and tried to withhold his tears, “Maybe I should talk to him.”

“No.” Sirius said sternly, “You’ll be asking for death.”

“What do I do, Sirius?”

His blue-grey eyes were glittering with desperation, “Nothing… Take care of her.”

With that, Sirius left a kiss on his younger brother's head and left the common room, retreating to the dormitory. Regulus sighed and placed his forehead on the back of her hand. Tears slipped from his eyes and onto the material of the couch. Everyone was gone at that point. The common room wholly cleared and the fire slowly decaying in the fireplace as Regulus Black finally allowed himself to break.

He woke up on an armchair with a soft thick black blanket covering his limbs. Red rimmed e/c eyes met his blue-grey ones, and he felt a wave of relief. Y/n reached her hand out, and Regulus took it, keeping the blanket around his shoulders as she brought him to her dormitory. The girls were sleeping, and Y/n sat down on her bed, Regulus doing the same. She drew the curtains and muttered a silencing spell.

Regulus laid with his head on her pillow, pulling her to lay on his chest. He wrapped the fuzzy black blanket around them. Y/n nuzzled into his side, and he placed a kiss on the top of her head. They didn’t need to exchange words for expressing how they felt. They knew how the other felt. There was no need on elaborating. She fell asleep not too long after, and Regulus laid awake trying of solutions.

Even when the sun broke the horizon, Regulus still had nothing.

They continued the year like this. Remus and Y/n didn’t speak at all anymore. Remus went as far as to change his schedule and ignore the sweets left on his bedside after the full moons. Sirius would pretend it came from him, but Remus still would budge. He would chuck the chocolate in the trash even though he knew that Y/n barely had money in the first place to buy it. He’d dump the hot chocolate in the waste bin and smash the mug to get out any frustration.

Sirius thought that the worst part was Remus never grieved for his sister. He never saw Remus cry or get upset about what he did. It was like Remus had no remorse for what he did. Sirius had grieved. He had sobbed in the midst of twilight with shit silencing charms. Sirius had wailed and clutched his blanket close to his chest, hoping it would soothe the aching of his heart.

When they graduated, Remus didn’t look for his sister in the crowd. He didn’t care if she was there or not, but she was. Y/n was there holding Regulus’ hand tightly, watching her brother shake Dumbledore’s hand. She watched as Sirius embraced Regulus in a tight hug in the shadows. Y/n smiled bittersweetly at their embrace as Regulus took her hand back in his.

Sirius began to open his mouth, “No need to lie. I know he doesn’t care if I was here or not.”

Y/n shuffled on her feet, and Sirius took her into his arms. Sirius was shorter than Regulus, and he didn’t smell the same, but his hugs were just as comforting in a brotherly way. His hand caressed her hair, and Sirius couldn’t help the way his heart ached. He shouldn’t be the one hugging her, Remus should, but he isn’t. Sirius kissed her forehead and released her from his hug.

“I’ll write to you guys.”

“Don’t get into too much trouble.” Y/n replied with tear-filled eyes, “I can’t imagine you gone.”

Sirius smirked, “Yes, ma’am. Don’t you know I always obey the rules?”

“She’s being real, Sirius.” Regulus didn’t crack a smile, “This war isn’t a joke, and I’d- I’d like to see you next year when I graduate.”

“I’ll be there.” Sirius said solemnly, “I won’t leave you guys. They won’t take me alive.”

Y/n cracked a smile, “Good.”

Regulus nudged his girlfriend, and she wiped the tears from her cheeks, “Protect him. He gets reckless and forgets about himself. Don’t let him do anything stupid.”

Sirius could still hear Remus’ voice in their first Order meeting, “I swear on all Merlin if they touch her, they’ll be sorry.”

“‘Course. Don’t forget he’s still my boyfriend.” Sirius replied, and Y/n smiled, “‘S why I’m asking you and not James. Keep- Keep my brother safe, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They joined the Order of the Phoenix without looking back. Remus, James, Sirius, and Peter quickly became some of the best Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. Sirius had made the Daily Prophet multiple for putting Death Eaters in Azkaban. Many citizens of the Wizarding community thought of him as the next Alastor Moody.

Seventh year was the worst one yet. Most of the Slytherin Death Eaters were attacking the younger kids. Most of the older Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs had to defend them from the unforgivable curses. It seemed normal to hear the crucio curse being thrown away and seeing green flashes. It made Y/n sick to her stomach.

It got so surreal that Y/n and Regulus had begun sleeping behind tapestries or hidden tunnels. Dormitories and common rooms were no longer safe. Their backs ached, and body’s sore from lying on concrete, but it was better than dying. Graduation was not a celebration, and no one from outside was allowed in, but Sirius waited for them at Kings Cross.

The next time Y/n saw Remus was when she was being sworn into the Order, and he barely spared her a glance. Not long after the speech was being spoken, another person entered the meeting point. He was shockingly familiar with wavy black hair and blue-grey eyes. Remus jumped out of his seat, and James had to hold him back. Regulus released a breath and stood beside his girlfriend.

“Now. I’m sure there’s a lot of confusion.” Dumbledore began calmly, “Regulus has sworn to be our spy.”

Remus growled, “He’s a Death Eater.”

“Exactly.” Remus glared at the old Professor, “Therefore, he can enter and participate in their meetings. Then he can come back here and report what he knows.”

“I don’t like it any more than you do.” Regulus said, “I don’t want to put anyone in danger, but someone needs to do it.”

Remus went to speak, but Regulus cut him off, “Someone needs to protect your sister.”

Everyone stared in shock at the bold statement that came from the young Black brother's mouth, and Remus leaped from his seat, “She is a traitor. Just like you.”

Instinctively Regulus moved her behind him as Remus was now face to face with him, “She’s everything but. Wasn’t she the one who stopped Fenrir Greyback from killing you?”

“Shut up.”

“Wasn’t she the one who cleaned your wounds after the full moons before the Marauders?”

“I’m warning you.”

“Wasn’t she the one who used to make you hot chocolate when the nightmares got too bad that you couldn’t sleep?”

Remus snapped, and Sirius pulled him away from Regulus. But they all saw how Y/n cowered when he lunged forward, how she flinched back, covering her face with her hands. Regulus kept a tight hold on her hand, and they watched as Sirius calmed Remus down, bringing him upstairs. When Remus was gone, Dumbledore spoke again.

“Well, the first Order meeting will be announced in just a couple of days. It allows Y/n and Regulus to get in their positions.” Dumbledore announced, “It allows Y/n to get some training and Regulus to get Voldemort’s trust.”

Everyone dispersed. Y/n and Regulus apparated to a flat they had bought in London. It was relatively modern for the time and had everything they needed. The place was clean and brand new. When they landed in the living room, she went straight to the bedroom. Regulus prepared her a hot drink and set it at her bedside table with a warming charm. He laid beside her, placing her head on his heart.

“Je Vous Aime.” His french accent was so smooth and gentle, like a baby blanket, “Je t'aime aussi.”

Everything just got more stressful as time passed. Regulus’ job got more and more dangerous, making Y/n worry profusely. It got to times where they had to pretend to throw curses back and forth so he could prove that he was loyal to them. It wasn’t until a rumor of a spy for the Death Eaters came out that Regulus’ job became crucial. It took three more meetings, and on October 15th Regulus knew who it was.

He could remember the day vividly how Voldemort welcomed Peter Pettigrew to the Death Eaters with open arms. Regulus had stared in mock happiness but, in reality, had been shocked. Someone so close to the Potters had gone and betrayed him. So when Peter was absent from one meeting, Regulus brought it up.

“They spy is Pettigrew.”

“No.” James chuckled, “You’re lying, right?”

Regulus shook his head, “He plans to kill you, Lily, and Harry on Halloween.”

Everyone stiffened. The air was tense, but Dumbledore smiled victoriously, “Beautiful work, Regulus. We’ll apprehend Pettigrew when he’s seen again.”

They had set up a false meeting where Peter got sent to Azkaban only two days later after Regulus announced he was the traitor. That sparked the war between them, and this time, Regulus was on the right side, the side he always wanted to be on. A week later, and on Halloween, Voldemort was dead. Many people's lives were lost, but many were saved.

After the war, Remus had proposed to Sirius, and yet Y/n was still not invited to the wedding. Sirius had begged Remus to make amends with her. The war was over. This nonsense was not needed anymore. But Remus was stubborn, and Y/n was too afraid to approach him, so James gave her the invisibility cloak to watch her brother marry. Not the ideal way she planned on watching her brother and his love get married.

A couple of months later, Regulus and Y/n did the same. Except they did it alone, with Sirius being their only witness and the person marrying them. Sirius couldn’t help but feel awful for Remus not being able to walk her down the aisle, not to see her in the pretty dress she had picked out. It wasn’t until fifteen years later when Y/n had two teenage boys, and a little girl did someone came knocking on her door during the winter holidays.

Both boys were running around the house, and their little sister was trying to keep up. Two twin boys who were fifteen - Romeo and Romulus. A little girl who was just about ten named Ascella. Romulus was a carbon copy of Sirius. Romeo had the Lupin sandy hair and the Black family eyes with the Black family defined face. He was the best of both worlds. Ascella looked like a female Regulus.

Romeo was the Keeper of the Slytherin house for Quidditch. Romulus played Beater for Gryffindor, and little Ascella would get her Hogwarts letter in just about a year. Regulus and Y/n both predicted she’d be in Gryffindor with her brave, mischievous nature. Y/n was the one to get the door with her two boys behind her. Ascella had been called into the living room by her father.

Y/n was shocked to meet familiar green eyes, “Um- hi.”

“Hey.” Remus said nervously, scratching the back of his head, “I hope I’m not intruding.”

Both boys behind her looked confused, “Mum, who is this?”

A pang of hurt hit Remus, “This- This is my brother.”

“Brother?” Romulus questioned, “Like he’s our uncle?”

“Yes.” Y/n retorted, “Now you boys grab your sister. Go do something upstairs while we talk, yeah?”

Romeo looked crestfallen, “Mum, we aren’t five.”

“I know, but we have a lot of talking to do.”

Romeo sighed, “Fine but be safe.”

She kissed the tops of their heads, “Of course.”

Ascella was running to her brothers within seconds after Romulus called for her. Remus saw her black hair flutter around as she followed her brothers up the steps. Y/n smiled and motioned for Remus to come inside. The house was lovely and decorated for the holidays. Y/n walked through the hallway to the living room, and Remus followed.

“I apologize for the mess.” She chuckled, “Having the boys home makes the house messy.”

Remus saw the pictures on the wall, “A Slytherin and a Gryffindor.”

Y/n smiled, “Yep. Romeos the Slytherin, and Romulus is the Gryffindor. We have a feeling Ascella will be in Gryffindor too.”

He placed the picture back down and sighed, “Merlin, what did I miss?”

Regulus was still stiff and stern, “A lot if you couldn’t tell already. That’s what happens when you call your sister a traitor and decide to disown her.”

All three children were listening secretly and grimaced at their father's words, “But don’t worry. I’ve done your job. I’ve been there for her, protected her, and made sure she was happy.” Regulus snapped, “And Sirius did your job of being the children’s uncle.”

“He didn’t even tell me you guys had kids.” Remus muttered, “‘Course he didn’t. In case you don’t remember, you didn’t want anything to do with us.” Regulus retorted.

The children had never heard their father speak this way with so much ice in his words. Regulus was blunt and unapologetic, “We wanted you to be a part of our family, Remus, we really did. But we didn’t know how you’d feel.” Y/n informed.

“Plus, the last time you saw us, you tried to kill Regulus.” Ascella covered her ears, and Romeo ushered them to his room to stop listening, “Yeah, so forgive us for not inviting you to be a part of our family.”

Regulus punctuated his statement by putting his arm around Y/n’s waist, “I’m sorry.” Remus murmured.

“I’m really sorry for how I acted. It was immature and stupid of me.” He continued, “I didn’t know how to feel when I heard my sister was with a Death Eater at the time, and I was just scared.”

Y/n stood up and hugged him, “Remus. What you did isn’t going to be forgiven. I’m sorry.”

He had tears glazing in his emerald green eyes that dulled with age, “I know we were young, but that doesn’t excuse the words you said or how you acted. Trying to kill my husband and saying god awful things about me.”

Y/n took her seat beside Regulus, and Remus sniffled, “You did this. Not us.” Regulus reminded, and Remus nodded.

“Okay, I just- I’ll go.” Remus stood up from his seat and walked down the hallway to the front door; he took in every family portrait.

When he got to the door, Y/n opened it for him, and he walked out, “Remus.”

He turned, and Y/n hugged him one last time. His chin rested on top of her head, breathing in her shampoo that still hadn’t changed since third year. The same perfume from fourth year. Her arms fit around him just the same way as they had when they were little children running around the lake. Y/n kissed his cheek and released herself from his embrace.

“I may not be your sister.” Y/n repeated with tear-filled eyes, and Remus allowed the tears to fall; her two boys were standing beside her, “But you’ll always be my brother.”

The door had closed, and Remus decided that that was the end of his chapter. He had underlined, circled, highlighted, and folded every significant page, but this was the end of the chapter. He was flipping to the next page, where the new chapter began. The new chapter where he had to live without his sister or his niece and nephews.

Remus always loved fragile, cracked paperbacks.

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One Night Til Forever

18+ Spencer x Reader

REQUEST: idk if this would necessarily be a request but i’ve always had this fun thought about spencer talking about how he can’t believe he’s never had sex and he’s like idk season 1 and his best friend is his same age and she’s like wdum i don’t think it’s a big deal when it happens it happens and spencer is so shocked because he thinks she’s always so cool and doesn’t care about anything/what ppl say so he’s always thought she’s had sex before and then they have cute awkward funny first times together

warnings: drinking, virgin spencer and reader, first times, penetrative sex, protected sex, love confessions, friends to lovers

word count: 2.3k

Derek and Elle always made it look so easy. They could walk up to anyone, even at a bar in the middle of nowhere like this one, strike up a conversation and end up going home with them. It was wild… how could two strangers have not only enough confidence to go home together but how did they make it seem like nothing at all? As if it wasn’t the scariest thing in the world to Spencer.

He lets out a deep sigh and relaxes against the bar booth. “I’m never going to understand how they do it.”

“Do what?” Y/N has no clue what he means.

“Have… sex,” his voice drops to a whisper. He treats it like something to be ashamed of like they’re doing something they shouldn’t.

“Did you skip so many grades that you missed sex ed week?” She teases him, “do you need a tutorial?”

“No, I mean how can they go home with someone who they don’t know? How can someone like them that much from seemingly nothing?”

She shrugs, “it’s normal for them, I guess.”

‘For them’ his mind gets stuck on her words. “Yeah… I don’t think I ever could.”

“Maybe one day I’ll be confident… but at the same time I don’t date for nothing if I’m with someone I want it to be a long-lasting thing, not a one-night thing,” she explains. “Especially for the first time, it should be with someone you know some-what well, who you trust and really want to do it with. We're not giving anything to someone, we're just picking the right person to experience something new.”

“You haven’t either?” It slips right out.

“Well, no,” she admits. “But I was talking about you, I just meant that I get it.”

“I would’ve never known,” Spencer looks at her carefully, “really? I expected you might have in high school after... all the stories I’ve heard from you.”

She laughs, “no, no, I was just present for a lot of the crazy stuff, I was never close enough to anyone to lose my virginity back then and then I got busy and now I just don’t care?”

Spencer stirs his drink with the straw, “I try not to care, but it’s hard not to when I feel so different already? I never had a normal childhood, I missed out on prom and high school parties and I was too young for college parties… and now I’m a 24-year-old virgin and it’s so visible.”

“Should we have sex?” She drops it like a bomb.

He stutters, turning bright pink and then starting to laugh while making horrified eye contact with her. Part of him thinks he heard it wrong and the other half of him thinks she’s doing it cause she feels bad for him, “no?”

“Oh,” he’s visibly upset. “Yeah, I get it. It would be weird, we’re co-workers and all our friends are the same people so if it didn’t work out it would be bad… and it would be awkward cause you probably don’t feel the same way I do anyway.” Her voice drops at the end so that he can barely hear it.

But he does.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, you said I wouldn’t feel the same you do, what does that mean?” Spencer questions.

“Nothing, really,” she lies again. “But the offer still stands… we could kill two birds with one stone.”

“Can I buy you a drink first?” He smirks at her quickly, “I’m going to need one…”

“Shots. I need at least 2,” she agrees, reaching out for his hand and taking him towards the bar.

They order some tequila, she laughs at his face as he takes the shot with salt and lime, cheering him on as he coughed slightly but went for the second one. He takes her hand as soon as the glass is back on the counter, dragging her to the dance floor and pulling her in close to dance.

She laughs but wraps her one hand around his waist and takes his other in her hand, dancing with him like an old couple in the 40s, barely touching but still sharing a moment. “Having fun yet?” She bugs him.

He nods, “yes, thank you.”

“For?” She stares up into his eyes.

“You make me feel normal.”

“You are?” She doesn’t see him as anything else. “You’re my Spencer…”

“Yours?”

“Yeah, my best friend, my interrogation partner, the Miss Daisy to my Hoke Colburn,” she teases him, it's a constant thing whenever she drives him in to work. He's Miss Daisy. “I love spending time with you.”

“You offer to drive me everywhere,” he reminds her for the millionth time. “And I’m pretty sure it’s because you like to talk to me.”

“Absolutely,” she smiles. “Who else’s going to tell me that cats can't taste sweet things or that there are 11 Finger Lakes in New York?”

“Can I tell you another fact?”

She nods, “please do?”

“Did you know that if you have a crush on someone for longer than 90 days, you’ll never stop liking that person? It’s become such a routine to gain serotonin in the brain when around that person, that you will do anything to keep seeing them,” he explains all while his gaze drops to her lips.

“Did you know that seven seconds is the optimal kissing time to ensure healthy relationships?” She retorts.

He leans in, meeting her halfway as their lips collide. It’s soft, they both breathe each other in as they stay there, happy and content with their favourite person on the other side of the kiss. It’s taken a year for him to gain the confidence to do this, and now he never wants to stop.

As they relax into the kiss, he gets more confident, following her lead and making out with her in the middle of the dance floor. Their bodies move to the song, grinding together as their mouths become acquainted with one another. He’s always wanted to do this with her, and now he gets even more.

—

They keep kissing in the taxi on the way back to the hotel, she tosses a leg over his lap and grinds lightly against his bulge, trying desperately to bite back her smile.

This was all she’s ever wanted… she’s dreamed of the day she’d get enough close to someone that she could experience this, and of all the people in the world, it was somehow Spencer? Her little crush on him has lingered in the back of their friendship the entire time, but she never thought it would happen.

At first, it was because he had such a crush on Ethan that he was heartbroken the first few months they were at the academy, she couldn’t pursue him when he was so sad. Then he moved to having a crush on JJ which never panned out, it wasn’t until Y/N joined the team that they stopped bothering him for striking out. Pun intended.

As soon as the team saw Y/N look at Spencer, they knew she liked him. The teasing switched, they stopped bothering him and moved their focus on getting her to ask Reid out finally. She never wanted to fuck their friendship up, or the team dynamic— god forbid she had to leave the best job she’s ever had because she can’t look at him anymore.

There’s a cough that pulls her out of the moment and away from Spence, “we’re here,” the cab driver announces. “It’s $23.50.”

Spencer reaches into his pocket, pulling out some change and handing it to the man. “Thank you,” he opens the door, extending a hand to Y/N and helping her out too.

He doesn’t drop her hand, he leads her into his building and towards the elevator, “are you sure?” He asks once they’re inside.

She nods, “I would very much like to have sex with you, Spence,” she teases him gently. “Are you sure?”

He nods too, waiting in silence as the elevator reaches their floor and ding open, he follows her down the hall to the rooms they had booked for the case. She takes him to her door, knowing that Spencer was partnered with Derek and she was with Elle, who wasn’t going to be back that night.

“Can I ask you something first before we go in there and everything changes between us?” He spits it out before she can unlock the door.

Her heart drops and she’s suddenly scared, “sure?”

“How come you’re not nervous? I don’t mean to be sexist or anything but… aren’t girls supposed to be really scared and cautious the first time?”

She laughs at his absurdity, “I’d be scared if you were anyone else… I’m never scared when I’m with you.”

“And you don’t mind that I’m terrified?” He holds his hand up to show how badly he’s shaking.

“Let’s go sit down,” she takes his keys from her pocket and opens his door for them.

She takes his hand again and pulls him inside, closing the door and locking it once more. She kicks her heels off, places her clutch on the table by the door, “come on,” she takes his hand again and tugs him into the room more, towards the bed.

They take off their layers, stripping down to their underwear and cuddling close together under the covers, she has a hand on his cheek as she looks up into his eyes with a smile, “you’re my best friend in the world Spence, we can do it whenever you’re ready, even if thats in a week or a month or a year… Or never even.”

He sighs and looks away quickly, “I know you’re my best friend. That’s why this sucks.”

She takes that moment as a sign, thinking this was her chance to tell him and that this was his way of sharing his truest feelings with her anyway.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

His attention whips back to her, his eyes wide and glossy, he looks like he doesn’t believe that she just said that.

“I mean it, I would date you in a heartbeat,” she repeats herself. “Not just to fuck you, not cause I feel bad for you, but because you are my best friend but that’s only the beginning of what we could be.”

He lays his hand delicately on her cheek, caressing her bottom lip with his thumb slightly, “I love you. I have for a long time.”

“Really?” Butterflies erupt in her stomach. “I thought it was just me who felt this way.”

“Hotch tried to tell me you had feelings for me,” he blushes, “I didn’t think he was right… how long have you liked me back?”

“Honestly,” she takes a deep breath, “the whole time I’ve known you. You’re so handsome and sweet, how could I not?”

He leans in and kisses her again, breathing her in and leaning them back against the pillows at the same time. He hovers over her, kissing her ever so gently that it feels like heaven.

Her hands wander his back, and she pulls him down closer, spreading her legs and letting him settle between them. Taking their time takes priority, he’s gentle and soft, and it’s all she’s wanted.

Clothes come off, she’s had condoms in her drawer for the off chance she slept with someone, she never expected it to be Spencer she put it on. They’re both giddy, smiling every time they look at each other and sharing kisses in between.

“Ready?” Spencer asks, hovering over her again and looking between their bodies. She nods, giving him the go-ahead while he pushes in slowly.

It’s a tight fit, not the most comfortable but it feels better when he starts to rub her clit at the same time, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” she feels breathless, swallowing sharply and gripping his shoulders tighter.

When he bottoms out, she wraps her legs around him and pulls him back into a kiss. He’s completely inside her, chest to chest, closer than ever before. It’s glorious, he starts to thrust slowly at first, building as they go, even their kisses get sloppier as they get more and more desperate for each other.

It’s quiet, all they can hear is the springs of the bed, the headboard bumping the wall and the heavy breathing between wet lips. She can’t help but let out a moan, back arching slightly which changes his position and lets Spencer fuck her even deeper, “fuck, Spence…”

He reaches behind her for a pillow, stuffing it under her lower back and pushing her knees up to her chest. She is shocked, he’s so good at this already, he’s not timid anymore as he sees the effect he has on her. He rubs her clit with his thumb, edging her closer and closer.

She reaches for him, cupping her hand at the nape of his neck and pulling him back into a heated kiss. She moans in his mouth, making his hips sputter with overwhelming attraction. He breaks the kiss to kiss her neck, burying his face there, kissing her skin and pounding into her quicker.

It’s all so overwhelming and then he sucks one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple.

She cums unexpectedly.

“Spence, oh my god,” she quakes as she cums. Louder than either of them expected, sending him over the edge too.

His hips sputter and then still as he cums with the most beautiful moan in her ear. He wraps his arms around her, between her back and the mattress, holding her tight and kissing her neck and shoulder while muttering thank yous.

She giggles, “oh my god…”

“We did it,” he can’t stop smiling, still inside her and snuggling into the crook of her neck. “Holy… we’re not virgins anymore.”

“Nope,” it’s so funny in their shared euphoric high. It’s so funny to them that they can’t stop giggling together.

He pulls the pillow out from under her, they get more comfortable but they stay together. “I love you,” she sighs, relaxing against the mattress again and rubbing his back as he lays on her chest, content as ever.

“I love you,” he smiles, “thank you.”

“Thank you,” she smiles right back, pressing a kiss to the top of his sweaty forehead. “This was exactly why I waited.”

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