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i made trolls stamps just for fun
#adding them to pinned post :-J#i wanted to make gif ones as well but i couldn't quite figure it out... next time i might though#anyway nothing fancy as this is my first time doing this. i must study this ancient art further đ§ââď¸...#dreamworks trolls#trolls#web stamps
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mark sloan x shy, fem!reader
summary: you and mark get to know each other when you get stuck in an elevator
A/N- i feel like he would love star wars (not as much as bailey tho)? but this gives me such katniss and peeta vibes
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You read the files that Doctor Shepherd had given you to take a look through because he thought his new patient may have some sort of problem with their heart and cardiology was your specialty. You were currently in the elevator, heading up to find an empty room to study your new case when the elevator suddenly came to a halt. Confusedly you glanced around and noticed Mark Sloan, the worldâs number one man-whore was the only other person there.
He glanced up from his papers and made eye contact with you. âWhat happened?â, he questioned with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. This was the first time youâd heard him so nervous. âI think the elevator just broke.â, you sighed as the realisation just set in once you said it out loud. He huffed to himself. âHopefully theyâll be able to fix it soon, I have a surgery in an hour.â, he stated, checking the time on his watch.
âMight as well get comfortable.â, he added as he fixed himself on the floor and placed his files beside him. You copied his actions and sat opposite him. âSo, what case have you got there?â, he asked you, striking conversation. âOh, just a new case Derek wanted me to check up on. What about you?â, you awkwardly asked as your cheeks blazed. âJust some boring charts of burn victims, I have to reconstruct their faces, arms and legs.â, he said. âOh, lovely.â, you replied sarcastically.
You stared at the wall of the lift and zoned out into your own thoughts. It must have been around five minutes of silence before Mark started speaking again: âIf weâre gonna be here for a while then we may as well get to know each other.â, he said, looking into your eyes. It wasnât a bad idea, there was nothing else you could really do.
âTell me three random facts about yourself. Iâll go first: I used to live in New York (Iâm sure youâve heard about that), my middle name is Everett and I love the Star Wars movies.â
âUhm⌠this is actually hard to think about, hold on.â, you said, embarrassed. He chuckled slightly. âOkay, I hate posh restaurants, I also love the Star Wars movies and I have a pet cat named Jack.â
âCool, why do you hate posh restaurants though?â, he questioned as he turned to you with amusement in his eyes. âTheyâre just so intimidating and I just generally donât like the vibe of the, do you know what I mean? Also, theyâre so overpriced like you could find some cosy place that sells nicer food for way cheaper.â, you said passionately. You did not like posh restaurants at all. âI get what youâre coming from to be honest. I always preferred a cute and little cafe opposed to a fancy restaurant.â, he reasoned.
âIf I ever ask you out on a date, I guess Iâll know where to take you.â, he flirted which left your cheeks on fire, well thatâs what it felt like anyway. âIâm not surprised everyone calls you a man-whore.â, you said as you ignored what he previously said. âThatâs not my proudest nickname.â, he responded. âI want to change my nickname, I donât want to be known as that anymore. I donât want loads of hook-ups and flings, I want a real relationship.â
He gazed at you. âI swear weâre having a whole confession session here. Oh my God, it rhymed.â, he laughed to himself. You laughed along with him, he was pretty funny and cute. If you looked past his reputation, he was a nice guy.
After another fifteen minutes of talking and joking, firefighters had arrived and gotten the two of you out of the elevator. âHey, Y/N, do you wanna hang out one day? Not in an elevator, of course.â, he asked you, almost anxiously as he awaited a response. âYeah, Iâd love to.â
âI promise I wonât take you to a posh restaurant.â, he added as he walked away and charmingly smirked at you. You laughed to yourself and waved him off. âWe can work out a date.â
#mark sloan#mark sloan x reader#mcsteamy#greys anatomy#greys anatomy x reader#greys anatomy imagine#greys abc#fem!reader
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can you do a dina x sub reader on a first date at some fancy restaurant but dinaâs really flirty and touchy and loves making the reader nervous pleasee i need dom dinađľâđŤ
magnetic, everything about you
pairing: dina woodward x fem!reader
summary: itâs unlike you to fall for anybody quite this hard. especially not on your first date.
warnings: kissing in public, lots of PDA in general actually, implied dom/sub dynamics
a/n: anonâŚâŚ.. this request changed my life. talking to dina b like uhhh ummm uhhum umm umuh uhhhhh um đ
You arenât made nervous easily.
In fact, you canât remember the last time your cheeks have been this hot, or the last time youâd had this swirling feeling in your stomach, and itâs all because of her low-cut maroon dress and the way her arm hasnât left your shoulders once after two glasses of wine. Her voice is smooth like honey, deep and sweet, and her smile is nothing short of infectious. Sheâs so close that you can smell the distinction between her perfume and her shampoo; a mix of roses and coconut that makes your head spin and your heart race.
This is awful, you think. She must be a succubus, or a witchy seductress; one who uses her powers to get what she wants. At this point, youâd be willing to give her anything. Whatever spell she cast is working.
The scenery of the restaurant around you seems to have disappeared. The chandeliers above that cast a warm light, the stained glass windows, all the distant chatter and conversation from tables around you. It seems that nothing matters outside of this booth, tucked away into a quiet corner, thigh-to-thigh with the woman of your dreams. She tells your stories of her friends, her coworkers, her family (mostly her older sister, you notice, they must be close). She makes your mind blank on any stories you could tell in return.
âTurns out, the car was unlocked the whole time anyways, so there was no reason for him to smash the window in the first place!â Dina laughs, and you offer a smile that might be brighter than the sun. Most people wouldnât joke about their car getting broken into. Dina, though⌠Dina is different. A good different.
Conversation is easy with her. She could talk for hours and you wouldnât mind, yet she makes sure to ask you just as many questions and ease you out of your shell. Itâs only one of the many reasons youâre so whipped for this woman on your first date.
Thereâs a pause. A long one, and you wouldâve tried to break the silence, but she seems to be studying you. It takes all of your willpower to not shrink under her prying gaze. She looks you up and down, causing you to raise your eyebrows expectantly. âWhat? Is there something on my face?â You wonder.
âTell me if Iâm wrong, but I think I make you nervous.â Dina says. âItâs not like youâre really trying to hide it.â
This is quite a blow to your self esteem, considering you had been trying to hide it. Very hard, in fact. âSomeoneâs cocky,â you tilt your head away from her, an attempt to deflect from the embarrassment you feel.
âIâm cocky for a reason!â She brings her free hand to take a gentle grip of your chin, forcing you to look at her. âYour face is all hot. That tends to happen when people are nervous, yâknow.â
âDonât be a smartass!â You exclaim, nervously moving your face from her grip and looking down at your lap.
âBut you like it,â she points out. âLook at me.â
Your jaw tenses as you finally look back at her. Her arm, the one thatâs around your shoulder, raises a bit so she can smooth out that tension with her hand. That signature smile of hers is still there, and it makes you melt into her touch. âYou like it, right?â
After a moment of silence, you nod. âYeah, actually. Is it obvious?â
âVery.â She says. âItâs cute, though. Youâre cute.â
You arenât sure what to say to this, of course, but you find yourself immediately regretting the first words you can find.
âKiss me,â you whisper. âPlease.â
Her dark eyes widen, and at first, you figured youâve already fucked this all up; that is, until she scans the room, pleased to find that no oneâs being nosy. Little do you know, sheâd been waiting for this moment all night.
When she finally kisses you, you can tell. Her hand holds the back of your head while the other wanders to your thigh, securing you into place, though you wouldnât dream of pulling away. You taste her cherry lipgloss and the red wine that lingers on her tongue. Mindlessly, you grab onto her shoulder, thankful that she wore a strapless dress so that you could feel the smooth skin above her collarbone. Youâd do anything to be closer to her. Youâd crawl right into her lap if you werenât in public.
The hand on your thigh wanders up to your waist, flexing against your rib cage, causing you to arch your back and whine as her tongue caresses yours. The simplest of touches, yet your knees turn to jelly beneath you.
Although hesitantly, sheâs the first to break away. Her lips are plump and her cheeks dark, which fills you with an odd sense of pride. âOh, youâve been wanting that for a while, huh?â She teases.
You just nod your head dumbly, still eyeing her lips, wishing they were still on yours.
âYou donât have any plans after this, do you?â Dina asks with a hopeful tone. Your heart does a flip inside your chest.
âNo,â you tell her. âDo you?â
âUnless you wanna leave with me, then no. I donât.â She shrugs, watching as another wide smile breaks across your face.
You squeeze her shoulder. âI guess we both have plans, then.â
The sparks still havenât faded. Dina smiles right back at you and you share a quiet laugh, uncaring to those around you, and most definitely uncaring to the fact that youâre gonna be leaving your car in the parking lot for the night. Youâre unsure what the night holds, but Dinaâs got you wrapped around her finger, and she looks at you like she knows it.
#the last of us#the last of us 2#dina the last of us#dina tlou#dina woodward#dina nolastname#dina x reader#dina woodward x reader#dina x you#dina woodward x you#dina x fem reader
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𪹠đ§ Wiggly Wed-ursday đ§ đŞą
Let's just pretend timezones aren't real for a second and that it's still Wednesday for me. @kikidoesfanfic tagged me in this wonderful tag game weeks ago and I only remember when I see everyone else's on a Thursday my time. Also thank you to @penny00dreadful for the tag today which made me decide to finally do it!
I spend a stupid amount of time thinking about Steve's parents. So much so, that I have a fic in the pipeline that is from Steve's Mom's POV and lmao, my brain already wants to write a semi-sequel/companion piece (I swear to fucking christ I am determined to publish this fic this weekend â I am so sorry to all the people I have basically strung along with this long-gestating wip). We get like four sentences about Steve's parents the entire show ("she's super well-respected", "my dad's an asshole"). And while I guess you could argue that Steve's background isn't all that crucial in the show, he still grew into this fan-favourite character that ended up gaining more screen time than initially planned but... We still get nothing??? Steve's parents not getting a mention in extended material bugs me too (whyyy aren't they in that play!!!). Anyway, enough screaming and onto some brainworms. I am plagued by thoughts of Steve's Dad's POV â Somewhere between an outsider's POV and a character study. Does he notice when his son disappears for days at a time? Right on Spring Break when this young girl has been 'murdered'? Is he like the Wheeler's, watching the local news? Do he and Steve's Mom go to the town meeting? Maybe they sit at the back. Do they know who Claudia is? Maybe she awkwardly greets them, only to be left cold. She thinks they should be as concerned as she and Karen are. If their kids are involved in all of this somehow, Steve would be with them too. How about when the town splits in two? Steve's car must be gone from the house too, right? (Honestly, I lost track of everyone's vehicles in s4. steve changes into The Yellow Sweater, so he must have gone home). Do his parents know the Buckley's number? Surely they know of Robin. Do they go looking for him? What happens when they find him and his friends? Do they ask what the hell happened? What does he tell them?
Some general/possible fic ideas I have with all of this worminess:
Steve's POV, His Mom's POV, His Dad's POV all in the one event. Maybe it's Christmas or just some fancy party they are having. Maybe even the aftermath of some event/family drama.
Mr Harrington's POV of Season 4.
Steve's Parents meeting Robin for the first time. Somewhere between seasons 3 and 4. Robin's POV of this too.
Claudia's POV of Steve's parents.
I think I'll leave it there. Consider the end of this post me walking off into the sunset for the day, ramble-asking endless questions about Steve's parents.
No-pressure tags: @momotonescreaming @puppy-steve @sidekickjoey @tangerinesteve
@hellion-child @devondespresso
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WIP (one-shot) Wednesday
No tags, I lied, was tagged by @fangbangerghoul - thank you as always! <3<3<3
I just happened to be possessed by the spirit of writing at 2am again - so it's a much more wip-y wip in terms of I just tossed it out there, first draft - but it is more or less a complete one-shot. Tense is a little weird but I rolled with it. Soft fluffy banter (of the sleepy almost nonsensical variety) and fluff.
"Carry Me" - post-game, Olivia & Emrys (Arisen x Pawn), 924 words.
The hour has grown late again and she is sat hunched at her desk over a nigh-unending pile of paperwork. She will never be a noble -let alone Sovran- who does naught but eat fine food and dance at fancy parties. Even if those were two of her favored past-times.Â
She yawns and rubs her eyes, but only looks up from her work when she senses movement in the room. His presence is unmistakable to her, and she smiles even before their gazes meet.
âWhile your dedication to signing parchment of great import is admirable, I do believe it is well and truly past time you took your rest, Your Majesty.âÂ
She cannot stop from simply smiling at him; she is far too tired to argue, or come up with a quip. Instead she is all too happy to watch as he gracefully stalks around the desk to her side.
Stubbornness has always been her damning flaw and saving grace, but for him it has grown so easy to yield. She lifts her arms up and he bends himself low so she might wrap them around his neck.
âWill you carry me?âÂ
A warm laugh rumbles in his throat. âI think you may have grown even more spoiled than I thought you were when first we met.âÂ
He dips his hands down around her.
âDid you truly think that?â She doesnât really mind either way, the words simply drift up playfully of their own accord.Â
His head bows close, his voice a warm whisper against her neck. âNever truly.âÂ
âLiar.â She laughs and nuzzles the side of her face to his. He grunts as if in mock-offense, but effortlessly lifts her up into his arms.
âWhy, I think I might just be telling the truth.â He says this to her as if he was just discovering something new about himself - and not something heâd probably turned over in his mind a hundred-hundred times before.
He leans down and she reaches out her hand to dim the crystal lamp on the desk. Then he turns towards the sliver of light at the door of the study and moves out into the corridor.
âIs that so? This discovery must be shocking to you.â
âHah, hardly!â He grins at her, the tiredness around his eyes does nothing to dull the mirth that shines in them. âFrom the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were going to be the most infuriating bundle of contradictions Iâd ever encountered in my whole life.â
She smiles first, and then slowly her brow scrunches up. But she is too tired to think further, simply choosing to accept that his every compliment is joined by a complaint. And each complaint only further conceals a deeper compliment - a deeper love.Â
âI think that makes us quite alike,â she tells him, and he hums in agreement. Bringing her hand up to the side of his face, she strokes her thumb over his cheek. Her eyes are so heavy they burn with the effort of keeping them open, but the thrill of fondness and delight in her chest makes it hard to even consider sleep.Â
In direct contrast, she feels so light and weightless in his arms, even the comfort of their bed might fail to tempt her into such an irresistible ease.Â
âNow, tell me sweet things.â
âWas I not just doing that?â He snorts, nudging the door open to their room with his foot.Â
âTell me youâll keep holding me like this.â She nuzzles her face into his neck and he laughs again.
âYou are spoiled. But that ought to go without saying, donât you think?â
She resists a yawn, but her eyelids have lost the battle. âSay it anyway.â
âAye, Iâll keep holding you, all night long.â There's a pause before he continues, quietly, like a promise for only her ears: "I'll never let you go."
She can practically feel the warmth of his sentiment in the way his chest swells - and then the rumble of laughter when he adds: âHeavens know if I donât youâre likely to assail me in my sleep.â
She laughs quietly, shaking her head and pressing her face into him. Her fingers slide up from his cheek into his hair as he lays her down into bed, all but collapsing into place alongside her and half-atop her. She laughs more, but itâs so tired it is nearly delirious, and ends in a sleepy, contented hum.Â
âYou know, Iâm feeling quite tempted to steal the sovran.â He confesses, lips brushing against the softest part of her throat, and she sighs sweetly at the sensation.
âAnd where would you take me?â She rakes her fingers gently through his feathery hair.
âNearest town thatâs further than anyone knows us.â He grins and she can feel his teeth against her neck. âFar, far away from that nasty desk work.â
âMmm, you have my permission.â
âJust like that?â He peppers slow, soft kisses up the side of her neck, along her chin, taking a detour to the tip of her nose, and the spot between her eyebrows. For a moment it is all she can do to sleepily soak in his affection - but at last she finally answers.
âJust like that. Though I do have one request.âÂ
âAnything.â
âCan it wait âtil morning?âÂ
He laughs and kisses her temple. âAye, âtil morning then.âÂ
He shifts and begins to pull the blankets around them, and she cannot help but to think how lucky she is. How lucky and how loved.
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Headcanons for Vilex (Vil/Felix)
Felix has more or less avoided Vil´s fits of overbearing-ness for the first two years of Felix's time at NRC
There was more or less an unspoken agreement after Vil saw what this man can make out of basically nothing
Leave him alone and he´ll work hard on his own, and get fancy, beautiful jewelry with gems mined from the Han-eul mountains, the most gorgeous ever
This went on until the VDC, when Vil decided Felix would help the crew, music and stuff. He thought Felix could do it
Anyways chapter 5 goes as it does
Felix and Yuu in the ¨we aren't going to be dancing, why must we eat the white people food?¨ club
Vil´s overblot goes as it does
As he's doing his major soul searching trying to reassess every damn thing, he happens upon Felix's hot shop, and they start chatting
At first it's polite small talk, about Felix´s projects and the jewelry making process. It then turns into more personal things
Vil hasn't had much time to just work through it all.
Even with Rook picking up the slack it takes a lot to be so perfect, and to look like it takes no effort to be perfect
Felix is blunt and slightly to the left (my baby is undiagnosed autistic, the tumblr kind, he'd be doing numbers on here) and its oddly refreshing to Vil, who hasn't given him much more thought than a handy kinda dude
They started dating not long and it's a trip for both of them
Vil never thought he'd be so down for someone, he always thought a partner would have to be actually perfect, not better than him of courseÂ
If you told him a year ago he'd be so head over heels for a kinda short artisan with little filter, he'd laugh it off, but life comes at you fast and you never know. And now he's sitting in the cafeteria with one arm around him while trying to get him to eat, since using his fire and metal magic to craft actually burns a lot of calories, he has to eat a lot, but can just get so absorbed in studying or whatever Vil has to remind him to eat.
Felix has definitely kissed Vil all over like that one tweet
Felix kissing Vil all over his face: skincare
Holiday hcs since we just had those fucks
I just know Vils dad is like one of those sad beige moms
And christmas, or the twisted wonderland equivalent kinda sucked over at the Schoenheit house for that reason
And Vil keeps that going in Pomefiore, instead of beige we got purple, which is a step up but you get the point
But Felix came from a large family and the kind of village thats one big family, and it's ¨tacky¨ holidays all the way
We are talking about homemade decor (that still looks amazing, all those jerks are pro artisans, what did you think would happen?), all the colors, cookie decorating with half the kitchen coated in flour, festive kidz bop, pjs, the whole messy nine yards
This of course becomes a problem, last year, Felix just did his room how he likes it, and his roommate was kind enough not to snitch, but now he and Vil are dating, he's asking for his opinion, and, he really hates how sterile this all looks
While dating Felix has sort of mellowed Vil out, seeing what's really important in life and all that, he still very much cares about aesthetics and everything looking perfect, and perfect, in this scenario makes Felix poke everything with a stick
Eventually they come to a conclusion, the dorm will be elegant as always but more fun
They do a whole thing about gingerbread houses, and it turns out Rook´s aunt has a dope recipe which he shares. It's actually pretty cool to see these guys fumble, the majority is rich fancy dudes who've never cooked in their livesÂ
Of course Felix´s is super elaborate (once again, who do you think you're talking about?). He's not much better at baking, but design is his thing. The whole thing is a victorian style house with candy cane railings, green cotton candy and powdered sugar as snowy bushes, a snowman made out of donut holes, and a garden using candy canes as trellis, those pull apart twizzlers as vines and actual candied flowers. How this man even got those things, no one knows (he bribed Rook, a true artist cannot be contained)
Tree decorating! Some students write home for ornaments that they particularly like, Felix makes some, Epel makes a whole popcorn chain (has to be supervised or he'll eat it, our gremlin child), it gets spray painted, so it doesn't attract bugs not all of it matches but the tree is beautiful and everyone in the dorm got to add to it
Vil has to fold, this **has** been better than how holidays normally are for him
The gifts:
What Felix gifts Vil:Â
(he made them of course)
he put in it, a picture Rook took, of the group (him, Vil, Epel, Rook) (dont ask how Rook took the picture and was in the picture. we all know this man is some eldrich being) in front of the dorm tree
What Vil got him:
(i couldn´t find pictures of actual tickets so pretend they´re tickets)
They both love the netflix movie, so when Felix casually tosses out he once saw this as a play when travelling with his parents, Vil was intrigued. he found out that a theater not too far from NRC would be putting it on
Vil, when doing his homework on the play, saw it's a thing to dress up like you're going to prom, so he also got Felix a nice suit
#vil schoenheit#felix shovel#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#character x oc#headcanons#holidays
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hi blimps im still here. dead or not ill keep posting
silly little wip iâve been working on. too lazy to make a fancy info thingy before it. Iâm not sure if Iâll finish it because even though Khadija is a character I use regularly, this is not for a roleplay and more of a uhhh oneshot, I guess you could say.
I also must add a disclaimer that theres some pretty offensive language here but none of these are my genuine opinions. I write in the perspectives of my characters and Khadija is not the nicest by a long shot.
Oh and these guys are dogs djrnkfmymy anyway its below the keep reading :)
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Ofelia was amongst the worst of all Khadijaâs stepmothers. Her mother always muttered to her about how insufferable she was. Well, she had a lot to say about all the other consorts.Â
Lavinia was more of a sharmouta than a woman of royalty. Snakelike Maricaâs only redeeming quality were the three bastards she bore, and yet those three bastards brought nothing to the table. (A son who wanted to be more of a peasant than a prince, a daughter whoâd only exceed in mopping floors, and another son who believed he was worth the title of King.) The palace wouldâve been much more comfortable had Leonaâs tongue been cut out long ago, and the same goes for Marica. Estella was only memorable for dying during childbirth, and that *golden girl* should have died with her. Itâs a wonder how Cyriacus could love someone like her, even when shes dead and gone.
And Ofelia was just dreadful. The only thing she does is cry. Just speaking the name of another consort could bring her to tears. Hell, even a drop of a pin. With such thin skin, it was no one's fault but hers that she was so miserable in the castle. She was probably doing it for attention, and that made it even more sickeningly childish. And speaking of which, Aloisia thought of her stepchildren just as highly as she does their mothers. Even if they werenât the princes she prayed for, Khadija and Djamila were worth more than all of them combined. Cyriacus should be thankful for such perfect girls; they were the best things to come to Shorus after Adelia being sent off. Nearly all of Khadijaâs siblings were older than her, adults by the time she and her twin sister were born. But she knew one of them was her age. It was another sister, albeit half, and her name was Aletta. Her mother was none other than the palaces whiner, Ofelia. Khadija, Djamila, and Aletta were born within the same month. Khadija was unsure of who was older, but she did know they were days apart.Â
But Khadija wasnât keen on finding out. She didnât care about Aletta. She didnât like her. Why? Because Aletta was no good, nor worth her time, so her mother said. She and Djamila should best focus on their studies, not get involved with the likes of her, nor any of the consorts spawn. And Aloisia couldnât be wrong, as if she were, she wouldn't be so certain whenever she said so. She always knew best, and her advice always made sense to Khadija. She never really spoke to Aletta, not really. The same goes for the rest of her half siblings. She met them, but never really spent time with them like she does Djamila. Especially since Khadija was newly weaned, now at the age of 2 months. She did meet them when she was a young baby, however. Viewing the newest born princess or prince was customary in Shorus, after all. Khadija remembers seeing one of her brothers, Ahsan, quite often. He was the first to introduce art, specifically paint, to her before sheâd have to sit through dozens of paintings Aloisia commissioned of her. He once let her place a clumsy paw print on one of his newest paintings, but Aloisia wasnât too happy heâd bring âchemicalsâ so close to her daughter. From what she could remember, pale Runal was always kind, though he didnât come around often. But his two pale siblings, Hassan and Fatima, seemed more curt than anything, especially Hassan. Aloisia doesnât like Hassan too much. Shahnaz and Malik were nice, but she didnât see them often.
While Khadija didnât talk to Aletta, it didn't mean they hadnât at all. Being the same age, it would be more likely that Khadija, Djamila, and Aletta wouldâve met. Ofelia was hopeful that Aletta could have been friends with the twin sisters, and pushed the possibility. Khadija recalls brief glimpses of sharing toys with the other girl, who arguably looked quite similar to her and Djamila herself. She could recall giggling with the other girl as they played, but she was unsure at what. Aloisia wasnât too fond of Aletta being daughters playmate, though. With how sensitive and emotional Ofelia was, it probably ended up in Aletta having some sort of compromised immune system, or worse; an ill-mind. Something like that being so close to her daughters would be disastrous. The older Khadija became, the larger the wedge between her and Aletta grew. Sheâd see her in the halls and say nothing.Â
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This is one of those reblogs where I just want to ramble and its totally fine if you prefer to reblog the non ramble addition post, I get it, to be honest. But anyways.
I just want to talk about why I want you to think of us (and hopefully turn that thinking into appreciation and inclusion of our voices, and fighting for us when people around you are shitty about us.)
First of all not all of the post is specifically about me, but many parts, I just added on some things that I think heavily relate to it. And for context before autism regression the only part of this that really fit is the struggle to be outside alone part. So I do have the perspective of different point of views of autism so to speak. And I the grass is Not greener on this side.
And I found that while a lot of people stereotype autistics like me, like my friends, that's where it all begins and ends. A lot of them arent even aware they are stereotyping autistic people with their mockery... with the public image of autism ever so slowly but surely being dominated by savant type media representation over the past years, that and the grunting self injuring person accompanied by a carer or parent doesnt really fit into that label to many people. They think of us as simply, the r slur, people with ID, stuff like that. I'm not offended by being related to someone with ID, but I must point out its incorrect that everyone who presents like me, my friends or "more severe" has ID. I dont. This is all pure autism, babey.
So it's a stereotype at most, usually. Someone to stare at in public. To make jokes about. The few people who know us as autistic from rarer media representation, or maybe they have a relative like us, something like that.
But that's where I feel like the consideration by everyone, who is not immediately involved in care of us, that we exist ends. We are not included in research, generally. Like the medical community is aware we exist, sure, but they just seem to mostly want to ignore it, at least from a research perspective. In general studies we arent included, and in the very few studies on things that are "my" version of autism (or more severe), something like that, it's all the smallest sample sizes you've ever seen, and it's mostly just a couple case reports in a trench coat. No brain scans, no reaction time tested on fancy computer set ups, eye tracking, nothing. "Hey, these people exist I guess", maybe a mean IQ score thrown in there, not much more.
So what do they know about actually helping us? Not that much, to be honest.
Media representation has played a big part in how people perceive the autistic community, but the self advocacy movement undoubtedly has also played a huge part. And I find that I just. Dont really relate to most of it, if any. Which is sort of fine? Not everything has to be about yourself after all. But so much about the advocacy movement seems to hinge on either at the very least disconnecting from us or worse, erasing us. "Dont infantilize autistics because we are adults who work and date and go out and understand language just like you" ... well not all of us do, actually. And we are still autistic, and we still dont deserve to be infantilized. I feel it all sort of started as "not all autistic people act like your 5 year old autistic nephew" (true) but suddenly turned into "autism never makes you violent / need care like help toileting , eating , bathing , .../ unable understand jokes / ... " (very much not true). "Autistic people are smarter than allistic people!" We are more likely to have ID than allistics. "Autistic people are more this/ more that/ ..." but I promise you did not include many autistic people in that sentence. Why are you not even aware of them??? And I dont think demanding the large part of self advocacy movement to not actively try to erase people like me, and labeled more severe, is expecting too much.
We still get neglected, abused, sometimes killed by family. Being recognized as disabled does not actually protect you from that.
And none of that has even touched about how lonely this can feel, how painful, without any of the outside influence at all. Without anyone trying to erase my existence, I still feel sad looking at university students, thinking how much I would like to be like that. I still feel sad looking at my allistic sister traveling all over the world, taking planes by herself, raising a child, working a job or sometimes two. Meanwhile I'm 22 and I spend most of my days in bed because I dont work or study, I struggle to move, I struggle to go outside, I struggle to keep myself clean and fed, I struggle to connect to people. And often I fail.
And I can sort of count on one hand the big autistic creators who I've seen ever seriously advocate for someone like me, who isn't even HSN and only MSN. They are what many people look to for information, people who will interact with us as well. And we dont even get a mention unless it is to be erased (sounds paradoxical, I know)
This autism month please remember those of us who:
need verbal prompting (someone telling us each single, small step to a task) or hands on help for things like showering, getting dressed, cooking simple meals, using a toilet ....
who struggle to go outside alone or cant do it all, not out of fear or no motivation or anything but because we keep getting lost and cant find our way back, because the outside world is like a blurry maze that never becomes more logical no matter how many times we have walked that street, because we need help with mobility aids, or can not understand that cars are dangerous, other people can be dangerous, ...
whose bodies dont listen to what our brains tell it to do. Whose bodies throw things when we didnt tell it to, told it to stop. Who hit our head against the walls while wishing we could stop. Whose bodies freeze when we tell it to move. Not just for a task we are unable to start, but any movement at all. I dont mean when i'm stuck scrolling through my phone thinking about how much i should do that task but cant, I mean when im sitting on the kitchen floor and staring into space for an hour unable to even lift my hand to scratch my nose.
Those of us that will never work a job outside of sheltered workshops, if at all.
Who drool and scream and jump and hum and rock in the waiting room at the doctors office, on public transport, ...
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I'll Be Your Romeo If You'll Be My Juliet
Lucius Malfoy x Male Reader
Word Count: 1911
This was a request from an anon for a Lucius x male reader.
I hope this is everything you wanted from your request anon, if it isn't, feel free to send me another request!
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It was time for the annual Yule gathering. The Black family had the honor of hosting it this year, and they had taken every opportunity to remind everyone of that fact.
The heirs, the ones that mattered anyway, had been almost insufferable on the lead up to the yule break.
Lucius had mixed feelings on the whole subject, not that he could let that show to anyone.
Luckily, it looked like his betrothed was of a similar mind. The lovely Andromeda Black had been as quiet as he had been lately. If they had had even the smallest bit of interest in each other, they might have brought their concerns up.
Lucius thought fleetingly of a world where they could be in love. They would spirit themselves away to an abandoned classroom where they could talk uninterrupted about all of the things that were bothering them. They would take comfort in not being alone. It would bring them closer together and they could fall in love all over again.
But reality was a cruel mistress, and rarely allowed for such flights of fancy.
As it was, Lucius and Andromeda were just two teens who had been promised to each other from before they had even been born. There was nothing more between them.
Lucius sighed silently as he exited the floo into the receiving room at the Black Manor.
He barely registered an elf banishing the soot from his dress robes as he moved out of the room.
"Heir Malfoy, a pleasure to have you in our humble home this evening. And of course you as well Lord and Lady Malfoy!"
Lucius nodded at the welcome and stood obediently by his parents' side as he waited for the greetings to end. Sometimes he tired of all the stiff pureblood airs and graces.
After the obligatory back handed compliments they moved off into the party proper. With a last terse command to not embarrass the family name, courtesy of his father, Lucius moved away to see if he could find someone a little closer to his age.
He absently took a glass of sparkling cider from one of the floating trays that dotted the ballroom. The Blacks really had outdone themselves this year. The room was done in shades of white, sliver and blue. It really was stunning, but nothing seemed to be able to knock Lucius out of the numbness he had slipped into.
It had started at the start of that school year with the arrival of a transfer student. The other boy was their age, and the most enchanting creature that Lucius had ever laid eyes on. He had watched his sorting with longing, but the dratted hat had put Y/n into Ravenclaw. It wasn't really the end of the world, Lucius shuddered to think if he had been put into Gryffindor, or worse, Hufflepuff. Unfortunately, Lucius was already betrothed, but even if he wasn't, Abraxas Malfoy would never allow him to sully the Malfoy name with a male partner.
So Lucius had had to swallow his feelings as best he could. It hadn't worked very well, so he had allowed himself to pine from afar just a little.
He was jolted out of his daydream by the object of his thoughts. Lucius inhaled his mouthful of cider at the sight of Y/n.
He looked amazing in his dress robes, dressed up all fancy for the ball. Lucius thought to himself that if this was the cause of his death it would be worth it.
He was aware, once he managed to stop choking, of three things. One, everyone was looking at him, two, his face was probably red enough to shame a Weasley's hair, and lastly, that Y/n had the brightest e/c eyes possible.
He was struck with the awful thought that this was probably the first time that Y/n had known that Lucius existed.
'Well, that was a fantastic first impression,' Lucius thought to himself. He pointedly looked everyone who would meet his gaze straight in the eyes. As he had thought, it was enough to discomfort them into looking away.
Lucius raised his chin and moved off into a different area of the ballroom.
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Ever since Y/n had realised that Lucius Malfoy was at the party as well, he had been jittery. The other boy was always looking at him. He had been the cause of enough distraction before this, when he was just someone who lurked at the fringes of his awareness while he studied in the school library. Now, Y/n was sure that he would never be getting rid of the image of Lucius in dress robes. How was he ever going to be able to concentrate again?
He shook himself slightly and tried to focus back in on whatever it was that the Greengrass heiress was talking about. He was supposed to be making connections here, maybe paving the way for a betrothal contract. As the first Pendragon to be seen in this and the previous generation, there was a lot of pressure to make the right political connections. A marriage to someone who was already politically powerful in this community would go a long way toward putting them back on the map in this magical community.
It was the Gods eternal joke that he was the only one that could do this. He only had one other relative, and his uncle wasn't exactly all there anymore. His parents had made it clear that this was their only chance to become the powerful family that they had once been.
Sure, potions had made it possible to have a male pregnancy, but it was still looked down on pretty harshly by most purebloods. Y/n had no idea how he was supposed to get his family back to its former glory, when to do it he would have to marry a girl. Why did he have to be gay?
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Lucius was slowly going out of his mind. He had moved around the party doing his best to ignore Y/n, but he couldn't get him out of his head. The other boy was still standing where he had first spotted him, entirely surrounded by everyone their age.
What was worse was that these were people Lucius had grown up with. He had known these people for his whole life, and it was this that allowed him to see what was happening.
They were all flirting with Y/n.
Lucius was almost certain that some of them, most notably his friends, were only doing it to irritate him and not because they were genuinely interested in Y/n.
He had been shooting furtive looks over at the group for the last half an hour, and still they kept it up. Lucius just didn't know what to do. Oh sure, he knew what he wanted to do, but he also knew that there was no way he could actually pull it off.
For one thing, if he showed his hand by going over there and making a fool of himself he would face serious consequences when he got home. He was sure he would already be in trouble for his incident earlier that night, but if his father heard even a hint of a whisper that his only heir was gay, well, Lucius wasn't sure he would survive that particular punishment.
He was pulled up short at the realisation of where he was. He was in a room with some of the biggest gossips in the magical world, all of which could just about smell weakness. He shot his eyes around the room and realised with a start that it was already too late.
He recognised the look in his fathers eyes when he met them. Someone must have said something about his preoccupation with his classmate to Abraxas. Lucius swallowed, noting his suddenly dry throat.
He looked away from his father, toward Y/n and his friends. There might be a way to salvage this, pretend to have been watching another of his friends. He would still be in trouble for lusting after someone who was not his betrothed, but much less than if it had been the very male Y/n.
There was a commotion over by one of the doors, but Lucius was too busy thinking. He was realising that he was done. He couldn't live like this anymore, and he was done pretending that he could.
He squared his shoulders and moved over to his friends.
"Excuse me, may I borrow Y/n for a moment. We won't be long."
He didn't even bother waiting for a response, just grabbed a hold of him and started off in a random direction. The only thing in his mind was getting as far away from other people so he could have this discussion in peace.
He pulled Y/n out of the ballroom and down hallway after hallway until he decided they were lost enough that only a house elf would be able to find them.
He turned back to the other boy after making sure that the area was empty. They were both panting a little after their impromptu jog.
Y/n was looking at Lucius cautiously.
Lucius surged forward and connected their lips.
They were gasping for breath again when he pulled back.
"You know we can't do this."
Lucius cut him off before he could continue.
"I'm done. I'm done being the perfect heir for parents that don't care to know the real me. I'm done pretending that I'm not head over heels for you. Most of all, I'm done holding back from the things I want just because society wants so badly to tell me no."
He pulled in a deep breath, still standing in Y/n personal space. Neither boy had moved back.
"I want you, Y/n, and I think you've known that for as long as I have. If I haven't missed my guess, you want me too. I'm certainly not alone in all the looks I've sent your way, and I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't at least find out if you could feel the same way as I do for you."
Y/n sighed and shifted back a step.
"Those are pretty words Lucius, easy to say them here, alone in a secluded corner of someone else's manor, but how will you feel walking into Hogwarts next week, and letting everyone see. How will you feel when your parents cut you off?"
"I'm not totally helpless Y/n, I'll find a way to survive. I know for sure that if I have you by my side there isn't anything that we can't face."
He softly took Y/n's hand and stroked the back with his thumb.
"So what do you say? Can you feel the same way I do?"
Y/n shut his eyes in resignation.
"You know I do."
They stood at the end of their silent hallway for some time, just holding each other.
"You know this will be the second scandal of the night?"
Lucius pulled back to look at Y/n.
"What do you mean?"
Y/n looked at Lucius, shocked.
"What do you mean, what do I mean? Didn't you hear, just before you pulled me out of there, one of the older Blacks ran in and caused quite the scene. By the looks of things Andromeda is missing. From what I managed to gather, she's run off with that muggleborn from Ravenclaw, you know, Tonks-something, or something-Tonks."
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broken promises
pairings: fred weasley x reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of war, death eaters, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, mentions of an angry padfoot, tiny fluff, and most importantly: angst angst angst
word count: 7498 ;-)
note: i hope you have the box of kleenex and a tub of ice cream i asked you to bring, because shitâs about to get real !!
how does one narrate a well-structured story when your life has been an absolute mess? well, i guess you could start from the night you met him.
take me back to the night we met.
it was rather unusual to see an upcoming sixth year amongst the flock of first years. you were studying at hogwarts for the first time, and you were quite glad that your dad, also known as the infamous sirius black, finally let you move in with him in 12 grimmauld place, as he claimed to finally have his life together.
you were formerly from the states. moving in with your aunt (a cousin of your fatherâs), and studying in ilvermorny as soon as you turned 11, explaining the prominent american accent amongst the british ones.
as soon as the sorting hat decided which house you would be in, professor mcgonagall, an elderly witch in long green robes and a pointed hat, told you to meet her at the deputy headmistressâs office after the feast.
you wished that you'd asked where the office was because now you were getting lost within the numerous hallways, stairs, and rooms of hogwarts. you knew how huge this school was, but you didnât expect it to be too enormous to get lost in.
you were currently passing by a hallway full of paintings who were having an animated chat with one another. you let yourself smile softly, admiring the magic between the hallways. some of them greeted you, which you gladly returned.
you were about to take a turn in the hallway to your left when someone suddenly yelled, âhey, wait, no!â
âwha-?â but you were too late, as soon as you stepped foot in that corridor, you were immediately drenched in orange and purple slime.
too shocked to move, you stood there frozen. the guy who yelled, stood frozen as well, grimacing as you carefully wiped the slime off your face.
fred closed his eyes in mortification, expecting you to be mad. he anticipated yelling or scolding, and maybe even if you considered beating him to the pulp. when it didnât come, he peeked an eye out open to see you levitating the slime off your body, and before he even knew it, he, too, was drenched in slime.
you laughed, and he swore he never heard anything so angelic until he got a fleeting speck of it. he didnât even mind the slime dripping off him when he finally got to see a proper look at you. if he was going to be honest, he never really paid attention to the sorting ceremony. he and george have been talking about all the pranks theyâre planning to pull, so this was the first time he caught the sight of you, and oh sweet baby merlin, he thought, you were stunning.
he snapped out of his trance when you decided to speak up, âso, is this some sort of welcoming tradition for the new-comers?â
âoh, only for the ravishing ones,â he smirked, giving himself a mental pat on the back for immediately coming up with the witty one-liner.
you rolled your eyes, fixing your brand new y/h robes. fred looked at you with curiosity, âwhat are you doing here, anyway? students donât normally roam around here, most especially newbies. thatâs why i waited for good olâ filch whereas george was grabbing the dung bombs,â realizing that you probably had no idea who filch or george was, he stopped talking, giving you some room to talk.
âah, well-â
âmiss black! there you are, i had to question a few students and paintings about your whereabouts. thââ she stopped speaking, glancing at the redhead behind me, âmr. weasley! what- what is the meaning of this? why are you drenched in goop?â
fred grinned, sending a wink your way, âthatâs my cue! see ya âround, gorgeous. oh, and you, too, minnie!â
you and the deputy headmistress stared at his retreating figure with amusement. professor mcgonagall led you to her office and let you choose from the various optional classes and introduced you to a student whoâll give you a tour around the obsolete castle.
our friendship will never die, you're gonna see it's our destiny.
it has been two days since that fateful night when you met a certain redhead. you were trying to recall the directions towards the charms classroom when someone ran past you, harshly bumping your shoulder, and consequently making you drop your things. a distant yelp from behind you was heard, âoi! george, you prat!â
âgodric, âm sorry, didnât notice you,â he said, picking up your fallen books and pouch of quills and ink. you looked up and recognized the fiery red hair and deep brown eyes.
âyâknow, i should really anticipate the day when weâll run into each other without you dousing me in slime or bumping into me when you're running away from someone,â you laughed, taking the books from him as you stood up with your pouch in hand.
âwhat d'you mean?â he tilted his head, evident confusion occupying his face.
you observed him, seeing if this is some kind of joke that he was playing. when youâve seen no mischief swimming in his eyes or a smirk, you knew he was serious.
âoh, come on, weasley. i donât reckon getting drenched in slime would be effortlessly forgettable,â you asked.
âi remember you, just not when you were, erm, drenched in slime. i saw you at the sorting ceremony. padfoot's daughter, yeah?â he said, rubbing the back of his neck. he rummaged through his head for where he couldâve possibly seen you. he felt bad that he didnât know what you were talking about.
you sort of thought you left an impression. well, seeing as you were a victim in one of his pranks. âwell, yeah, that, too, but i was talking about when i was in a hallway you claimed was deserted? then professor mcgonagall found us? no?â
he frowned, but just as his lips turned downwards, he started chuckling. weird.
âwhatâs so funny?â
âwe havenât particularly met.â
âwhat dâyou mean? iâm rather sure that i wasnât dreaming when that happened,â
he laughed, running a hand through his hair, âdonât worry, you werenât,â
you were confused, to say the least, but then another voice from behind you spoke up, âthatâs because it was me who you met that crucial night, goop,â
you looked up at him just in time as he swung an arm around your shoulder. you looked back between the guy who bumped into you and the guy who drenched you in slime.
back and forth.
forth and back.
red hair. red hair.
twin. twin.
âoh. OH!â you exclaimed, âtwins! oh, merlin, this is embarrassing,â you laughed sheepishly. of course, that just had to happen.
they both laughed along with you. fred removed his hold on you and stood beside his twin, âyes, twins.â
george chuckled, offering you his hand to shake, ââm george weasley, the bloke who drenched you in slimeâs twin, and i sure wonât be forgetting about you now.â
i chuckled, shaking your head, âwould you two be so nice and show me the way to charms? âve got a few more minutes before classes start,â
ââcourse, weâve got nothing better to do than escort a pretty girl to her class, anyway,â fred, at least you thought it was fred, winked at you, making you huff amusingly.
the three of you walked together towards the desired destination as they, too, had charms, when curiosity got the best of you and asked, âhey george?â
he looked down at you, blame the evident height differences. âyeah?â
âwhy were you even running away a while ago?â
his eyes widened and fred smirked, taking his frozen state as an opportunity to smack his head, âtosspot left me with snape when he caught us, he got to run away whilst i got a weeks worth of detention,â
you snorted, âfirst rule of pranking is you donât get caught, and here i thought you two were experts,â
âoh we are, darling! snapeâs just timed well-- greasy pratâs been waiting for the chance to punish us.â
âwell, if youâd let me, iâd be willing to be an apprentice for this little mischievous escapade of yours,â you offered, smiling as they both looked at each other with compelled looks.
âalright, freddie? reckon this is a start of a revolutionary friendship,â
âa start of a revolutionary friendship, indeed, georgie.â
âwell, now that weâve established our apprenticeship, âtis lovely to meet you both, iâm y/n black.â you smiled, taking each of their hands. they grinned mischievously, âglad to have you with us, miss black,â and before you knew it, they dragged you to the classroom by your arms.
each night i ask the stars up above, why must i be a teenager in love?
âyou fancy him, donât you?â you shifted your gaze away from fred and glanced at george, who was looking at you with a pointed look.
you knew that you could trust george, heâs your best friend, and you are his. you knew that he wouldnât tell a soul, even fred, despite him being his twin.
you sighed, âyeah, yeah, i do,â
he nodded, a thoughtful look on his face, âdo you ever plan on telling him?â
âno. itâs obvious that he doesnât like me back. he sees me as his best friend and i certainly donât want to ruin our dynamics, george.â you whispered as you saw fred making his way towards the both of you.
âwhatâre the two of you whispering about?â fred whispered, moving his head in between you and george.
you smiled, âfred. but donât tell him that! we donât want to feed his egotistical attitude if he ever finds out,â
âoh? well, whyâre you talking about,â he looks at his surroundings as if he didnât want anyone to hear, âfred?â
âwe were debating whether heâs the most handsome twin, or if itâs george.â
âand whoâd you say?â
âgeorge, of course,â
fred gasped dramatically, earning a harsh glare from madam pince, âyou wound me, woman! how could i possibly live with the betrayal?â
you giggled silently, scared that madam pince might consider giving you her wrath, âsit down, you wanker, madam pince might kick us out again.â
âare you actually scared of the librarian?â george chuckled.
you look at him with wide eyes, âhowâre you not? if looks could kill, sheâd give he who must not be named a run for his money!â
âSHHH!â speak of the devil. you cowered away in between the twins as they made fun of you.
âit isnât funny!â you whispered, tilting your head so your hair curtained your face.
âi donât know, goop, itâs quite hilarious,â george continued snickering. âgoopâ has been their nickname for you ever since your first encounter with fred, it was supposed to be a one-time thing, the nickname, but they sort of just stuck with it.
fred cooed, âaww, donât worry that pretty little head of yours, iâllâ georgie and i will protect you from pinceâs frenzy,â
you rolled your eyes trying to express irritation, but the smile on your lips have betrayed you. you were about to respond when youâve been interrupted by a couple of giggling second-year girls.
the three of you snapped your heads towards them, confused.
âsâthere anything youâd like to share, ladies?â fred asked, wiggling his eyebrows, making them giggle more. you and george shared a glance and smiled.
the three of them looked at you, making you dumbfounded, âis he your boyfriend?â
your eyes widened in surprise, but you decided to play along and joke, âwhich one?â
they giggled, pointing at fred.
you both looked at each other with raised eyebrows and small smiles.
âyes.â
âno.â
you looked at each other once more, you with a mix of stun and disbelief, fred had a huge grin on his face. and george? george just rolled his eyes, displeased with the obliviousness of his best friend and twin who clearly got the hots for each other.
âweâd make such a cute couple, no?â fred asked, throwing an arm around your shoulder.
you looked at the girls and gave them a wink, âhmm, i donât know⌠iâm not particularly fond of having ginger babies.â they giggled. gee, what was wrong with them and giggling?
he rolled his eyes and leaned forward, gesturing for the second years to come closer. fred smiled at them and whispered, âiâm not her boyfriend, iâm her husband,â they gasped, grabbing your attention, you tried to make out what he was saying but to no avail.
âyeah, weâre married, and now you better start calling her mrs. weasley whenever you see her, yeah?â fred grinned mischievously before leaning back to his chair. you looked at him in suspicion, but he paid you no mind as he opened up a book that you both know he wonât read.
you shook your head, checking your watch for the time, âi better get going, i promised to help hermione with differentiating runes,â you kissed the cheek of both boys, but lingering a bit with fred. when you pulled back, you waved at the girls.
they giddily waved back and said, âgoodbye! see you around, mrs. weasley!â
you stopped in your tracks, slowly turning around to glare at the sniggering twins. you scoffed, turning back around and leaving the library, avoiding the gaze of the frightening librarian. as soon as you were out of sight, you let out a chuckle, feeling your cheeks heat up.
fred watched you gradually get smaller as you left the library. he would be lying if he said that he didnât wish to be in a relationship with you, but he didnât want to make a moveâ afraid that youâll reject him and your friendship would be broken. he adores your friendship too much to risk it.
george watched as his brother stared at your retreating figure with love and longing. he shooed away the girls so that he could talk to him without any disturbances.
he repeated the question he asked you moments before fred arrived, âyou fancy her, donât you?â
he snapped his gaze to his brother, eyes wide and brows raised, âhuh?â
ây/n. dâyou fancy her?â he repeated, this time facing his parchment to continue writing the order forms.
âwhy? do you?â
âno. now, answer my question.â
fred sighed, âiâm head over heels for her, georgie,â
george just smiled at his brother, mentally counting all the galleons heâll be able to receive within the monthâ he knew youâd get together sooner or later, but george definitely wished itâd be sooner because he doesnât really fancy losing tons of galleons.
we used to steal your parents' liquor, and climb to the roof. talk about our future, like we had a clue.
after weeks of pining after each other, and a very satisfied (and a few galleons richer) george later, you can finally say that fredrick gideon weasley was now your boyfriend. all you had to do now is to tell your father.
the weasleys were staying over at 12 grimmauld place for the holidays, much to yours and fredâs pleasure.
the âadultsâ (they still didnât want you and the twins to join despite your age legality) were still having the meeting and it was quite late. you just had to wait till everyone was sound asleep before sneaking out of your room and wait for fred in the lounge.
once youâve heard the satisfying shut of each door, you quietly tiptoed around your room with your fluffy socks on, determined not to wake ginny and hermione up.
once you opened the door, you were met with the sound of another door opening. you froze, hastily thinking of some sort of excuse as to why you were still awake.
you didnât see nor hear any signs of movement so you peeked your head a bit, and saw fred doing the same. you quietly giggled, carefully shutting the door as you made your way to fred.
âhi goop, missed you,â fred mumbled, fuzzing his head in the crook of your neck.
you laughed silently, âfred, we just saw each other three hours ago.â
âi know, but that was too long. it felt like forever,â he smiled, ânow, câmon, we need to celebrate,â
âcelebrate? for what?â
âfor successfully sneaking out, of course,â he said, steering you around the house, hand in hand. ânow, dâyou reckon your dad has a stash of fire whiskey somewhere?â
you hummed, removing the hold of his hand and rummaged through the kitchen's cupboards, âaha! there yâare,â
fred turned his gaze towards you as you shook the whiskey in his face, âletâs go,â
he grabbed the shot glasses and a blanket that was laying around in the couch before letting you drag him away.
âcâmon, freddie,â you whispered, slowly opening the attic ladder, hoping that kreacher was nowhere to be seen.
you both went in, careful not to step on any creaking floorboards. when you reached the window you opened it and handed the whiskey to fred, âgive me a minute,â
âbe careful!â he exclaimed, nervously watching you climb over the ledge.
âalways am,â you winked before raising yourself and onto the roof, âgive me that and climb,â
fred did so, and as soon as the both of you were up there, he threw the thick blanket over the both of you, and cuddled with each other.
a couple of shots later, the both of you were giggling, talking about all the pranks youâve managed to pull through the years youâve been in hogwarts. the laughter soon died down and the sounds of breathing, the wind, and the engines of the muggle vehicles were the only things that were heard.
âdo⌠do you ever think about the future?â fred asked. you stared at him, he wasnât looking at you though, he was gazing at the twinkling stars up above.
âyeah⌠they mostly contain you, though,â you whispered, placing your head on his chest as he pulled you closer.
âyeah?â
âyeah.â
âme, too,â he smiled, kissing your forehead.
you sat up and kissed his nose, âcâmon, red, reckon weâve had too much to drink,â
the both of you packed up everything youâve used, carefully made your way down, kept the firewhiskey, and washed the glasses. too tired and drunk to go to bed, the both of you retired on the couch, sleeping in each otherâs arms.
as soon as the sun crept up through the window blinds, you groaned, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the sleep. once youâve gotten used to the blinding light, you looked up and smiled at your sleeping redhead.
you slowly slipped out of his grasp, kissed his forehead, and walked towards the drawers to look for painkillers. you havenât even drunk that much.
fred woke up a little while later after feeling the warmth of your body heat disappear, he yawned quietly, taking in his surroundings and remembered what happened last night. he was quite giddy, to say the least. he has been after hearing that you thought of having a future with him.
he stood up and saw you at the kitchens, drinking a glass of water. he made his way towards you and slipped his arms around you, hugging from behind.
âgâmorning, love,â his morning voice still never fails to make you flustered.
âmorning, freddie,â you smiled. he moved around you and grabbed a cup of water for himself. as soon as he made sure his morning breath was out of the way, he smiled at you, âitâs nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today.â
he leaned against the counter as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
fred gladly complied, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. you slowly bit his bottom lip, emitting a low groan from him.
sirius just woke up and was desperately in need of a cup of black coffee, no pun intended, he chuckled. he grabbed his hair brush from his vanity, brushing his tousled hair as he silently went down, careful not to wake anyone up.
as soon as he entered the kitchen, he was met with the sight of the weasley boy groping his daughterâs arse. his hand stopped mid-brush.
âget your hands off my daughter, weasley!â he growled, making his way towards the poor bloke.
the both of you immediately jumped away from each other, eyes wide. this isnât how heâs supposed to find out!
fred was scared shitless, if he might say, so he carefully backed away as sirius approached him like a predator.
fred ran. yes, ran. and sirius? he chased him around the kitchen with his hair brush in hand.
ââm sorry, sirius, donât kill me,â
âhow dare you come into my house and snog my daughter!â
âno, sirius, âm sorry!â
âthen you strut around and grope her arse like that,â
âsirius! said âm sorry, put the hair brush down!â
âdidnât molly teach you any manners?!â
âshe did, she did, sheâs a wonderful mother. sirius, no!â
in other times, you wouldâve stopped the chaos whilst sirius, who was still in his dog-printed pajamas, chased a very pale fred around the kitchen with a hair brush.
but you didnât, so you were laughing your arse off. you wouldnât want to miss the chance to laugh your arse out with whatâs happening. you knew your dad was a sweetheart, he wouldnât actually kill fred, right? ⌠right?
soon, every member of the order and the children, frantically went down with their wands drawn out, looking around for trouble, but they, instead of seeing any death-eater related attacks, saw a very angry padfoot manhunting a 6â3 ginger twin with a harmless hair brush, and a wheezing y/n.
âmum, hide me! heâs gonna murder me with a brush!â fred immediately took cover behind his mother. she and the other adults sighed exasperatedly but smiling nonetheless.
âthought someone was getting tortured with how freddie was screaming bloody murder,â george snickered.
âget out here and face me like a man, fredrick!â sirius growled, but stopped a bit and asked, âor is it george?â
fred cowered away behind his mum, âgeorge, george! âtis definitely âim!â
georgeâs eyes widened and yelped, ââm george! heâs fred!â
âdad! stop that, fred and i are dating,â you said, wiping your tears away.
sirius was taken aback, lowering his weapon, âwhat?â
âwe were supposed to tell you today, but i guess you were just too eager,â you teased him, making your way towards fred and intertwining your hands together. fred looked slightly hesitant but smiled sheepishly at your father.
sirius just squinted his eyes at fred, racking over the tall redhead, âyou better watch your behavior, boy, or you might as well just sleep with an eye open.â
you knew your dad loved fred, heâs been asking about him the moment youâve told him about your blooming friendship and the pranking adventures you have had. he admires the bloke, fred reminds him of his younger self, minus the playboy endeavors and the family issues. he approves of the boy, but that doesnât mean he fancies waking up to him snogging his daughter.
sirius slowly approached fred, opening his arms for a hug, but fred flinched, making everyone laugh. when he realized what sirius was trying to do, he laughed nervously, hugging him back and awkwardly patting his back. he was about to pull away when sirius tugged him back in and whispered, âiâm serious, fred. one wrong move, and iâll be damned to be back in azkaban,â
fred shuddered slightly, but nodded nonetheless, âiâll never hurt her, sirius, she means the world to me.â he smiled, both of them looking at you as you laughed with george and remus, retelling them what happened.
i don't promise a lot, but i'm keeping my word.
it has been at least a year and a few months since your father has passed, and fred has been with you through it all. you were spending your holidays at the burrow with the rest of the weasleys (plus harry, remus, and tonks).
you were currently in the living room, gossiping about boys (well, you were talking about fred) and the latest scandals in hogwarts with ginny.
âgin, i mean, have you seen the way harryâs been looking at you during dinner?â you asked, watching as her face grew red.
âhe has not! âm convinced that you inhaled too much of fredâs perfume to be talking âbout something as poxy as that, y/n.â she laughed, fiddling with her sleeping robes.
âcan you blame me? he smells so good. now, donât tell me you havenât had a sniff of thou chosen oneâs essence?â you giggled, âcâmon gin! the both of you are meant to be, youâre soulmates, a stubborn one, at that.â
âweâre not, y/n! you and fredâre the proper definition of soulmates,â
you smiled softly, âitâll take time, ginny. i can see the way he looks at you, itâs the same way i look at your brother,â
she sighed, âletâs just hope youâre right,â
âiâm always right,â you joked, waving at fred as he made his way towards the both of you.
âwhatâre my lovely girlfriend and sister talking about?â he smiled, kissing your cheek.
âsoulmates,â ginny shrugged, looking away from harry.
âsoulmates? what a load of bollocks,â fredâs face twisted in disgust, before whispering in your ear, âweâre definitely soulmates though,â
your face started to heat up and you couldnât stop the smile spreading across your face, âyeah?â
âyeah,â he pecked your lips, throwing an arm around your shoulder and turning to ginny, âyeah!â
âi reckon heâll marry you on the spot if he can,â she rolled her eyes, smiling as well since she heard what fred said.
âoh i wouldâve done it the moment she drenched me in slime, but it has to be special, yâknow?â he said, peppering your face with kisses, âflowers, confetti, diamond ring, grand gestures, all that sort.â
âfreddie, iâll marry you even if you propose with a toy ring,â you beamed up at him, kissing his nose, âbecause iâll love you forever and always.â
âiâll love you forever and always, too, goop,â he said, looking at you with pure love and adoration, âand thatâs a promise.â
i'll say, "will you marry me?", i swear that i will mean it.
and fred did mean it as youâve been together for four years now and counting.
âweâre in this together, goop,â he said, which leads to where you are now, fighting off the death eaters and co, side-by-side.
âstupefy!â you shouted, knocking off the death eater charging towards percy.
âthanks,â he breathed out, you nodded, âno problem.â
âincendio!â
âascendio!â
âincarcerous!â
âstupefy!â
âpetrificus totalus!â
you saw fred and percy handling a group of death eaters beside you as you finished off one, but what edged you off was one of them raised their wand, but it wasnât pointing at any one of you. it was pointing at something behind you, you looked back just in time as he yelled the spell.
âfred!â you pushed him, mustering up all your strength to bring you along as the wall from behind you collapsed.
you coughed, âstupefy!â successfully throwing back the man.
you detach yourself from fred, âfred, fred?â you patted his cheeks, he was still breathing.
âcâmon darling, you have to wake up,â you cried, looking up for a bit as percy kept the remaining death eaters distracted.
âmarry me,â fred whispered
you let out a breath of relief as you looked down, âw-what?â you wiped off the dust in his face.
âmarry me,â he said more clearly, slowly sitting up to cup your face.
you slapped his arm, âyou couldâve gotten yourself killed, you numpty!â
âbut⌠i didnât?â he yelped, rubbing his arm to soothe the pain, ânot the answer that i was expecting but, alright,â
âmarry me, y/n,â he kneeled down on one knee, grasping your hands, âi know that this isnât exactly the proposal iâve had in mind, hell, i donât even have the ring, but i love you âtill the ends of the earth and iâm asking you once again, y/n black. will you do the honors of being my future wife?â
you cried, nodding your head as you didnât trust yourself to speak up. you pulled him in a hug as you sobbed against your shoulder, âi love you, too, fred, forever and always,â
he kissed you, he kissed you like it was the last thing heâll ever get to do.
âerm, guys, iâm terribly happy for the both of you, and i hate to say this but weâre in the middle of a war!â percy warned.
âcâmon, goop, weâve got a war to win,â fred kissed you one last time before the both of you ran off to help percy.
and i realized, no, we're not promised tomorrow.
they said that a coupleâs wedding day is bound to be the best day of their lives. a new chapter to write. a new door to open. a new voyage to venture. tons of possibilities.
you were standing in front of a length-view mirror, admiring yourself in the reflection. you were wearing the wedding dress of your dreams, your hair was styled into a sophisticated up-do, and your makeup was elegant.
âhey, sis-in-law, you ready?â george peeked his head through the door, âwow, i-â
âhi george,â you smiled, wiping off the tears gathering in your eyes, âoh, merlin,â
âfreddieâs gonna go bonkers,â he hugged you, pulling back to admire you once again, âcâmon.â
you and fred granted george to be his best man and the one whoâll walk you across the aisle, and for the first time in your six years of friendship, you swore you never saw him hug you so tight with tears in his eyes.
as soon as you arrived in front of the closed archway, george stopped to look at you, âyou sure you donât want to back out, goop? fred farts in his sleep sometimes. âve got the keys of the flying ford anglia in case you ever need an escape plan,â he joked.
you giggled, âi think i can handle a farting fred, georgie. iâve been your best friend for too long, youâll never know how much iâve been through,â
he chuckled, âif thatâs the case, then letâs go get you and loverboy officially married,â
as soon as the doorâs been opened, you suck in a breath, awestruck with how the decorations were perfectâ all thanks to mollyâs orders and hermioneâs organizing, guests in their assigned seats, and most especially, your husband-to-be clad in a black and white tuxedo, tears gathering in his eyes. everything was so magical.
you were expecting that today would be the happiest day of your life, you were expecting to exchange your detailed vows with fred, you were expecting for the long-awaited âi doâsâ, you were expecting to seal the deal with a kiss, you were expecting to have a wedding ring as an eternal promise displayed on your left ring finger, you were expecting to listen to georgeâs embarrassing stories of you newlyweds, you were expecting to start your future with fred.
what you didnât expect though? was that as soon as george gave you away, as soon as you were standing in front of him, fred apologized and ran away, tugging at his tie.
your smile disappeared.
the guests gasped, turning their attention to you as ron and arthur chased after him. tears started to pool in your eyes, releasing a shaky breath. you hardly noticed that the guests were anticipating your reaction or that the weasleys were ushering them into the venue where the reception was supposed to be. you were just staring at the place where fred once stood, expecting him to come back and say that it was all a prank.
but he didnât, and thatâs what broke you the most.
you collapsed on the floor, sobbing on georgeâs shoulder as he whispered some comforting words.
youâve waited, and waited, and waited.
you sat on the step board, still in your wedding dress, tear-stained face, and messy hair. george offered some company, just sitting beside you as you stayed silent, rubbing your back soothingly as the guests bid you goodbye with sad smiles.
george was mad. no, that was an understatement, he was fuming. he knew how much fred loved you. he knew all the plans he had in store for the both of you. he knew all the words fred will say in his vows. what changed?
as soon as everyone had cleared out, you refused to leave from where you were. you refused the food they gave you, or the clothes to change into. you were positive that fred would come back. he promised.
âcâmon, y/n, please, letâs just get you home,â george said, offering you his hand.
âno, i-iâll stay, george,â you said, your voice cracking, âiâll wait for him, heâll come back. he can never do this to me, he wouldnât.â
but you were wrong. he never came back. he broke his promise.
by the time the clock struck 7, george have had enough of your stubbornness. he understood how you felt, of course, but he didnât want his best friend to wait all night for someone he knew wouldnât come back.
so the both of you walked, he shrugged off his suit jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. you didnât want to come back to the burrow, but you had to pick up your godson and be on your way. you didnât see fred there either. you ignored everyone and all their pitying stares. you didnât even hug molly back when she wanted to comfort you.
you just carefully detached yourself from her, grabbed your godson, and went out. you and george were walking in silence as he carried the boy, walking the both of you towards the apparition point.
george sighed, he knew he wouldnât be seeing you for a while, and he wanted to give you some space, so brought the sleeping kid to your hold and kissed your forehead, âowl me whenever you need me, yeah?â
you forced a sad smile, âthanks georgie, iâll see you around,â and apparated away to 12 grimmauld place.
you said you'll grow old with me.
âuncle georgie!!â teddy, your godson, immediately abandoned his coloring book and leaped in the arms of george.
âhey, little man!â he laughed, watching as teddyâs hair turned into the same shade of red as his. it always happens ever since he decided that george was his favorite uncle (donât tell harry!), and heâll never change it to his original hair color until the next day.
you smiled, placing your cup of coffee down to greet your best friend, âhey, george,â you kissed his cheek.
ââm just checkinâ in, howâre the both of you?â he asked, ruffling teddyâs red hair.
âgood! mumââ he stopped, âerm, i mean, auntie y/n will finally bring me to di-gonley later!â
your heart stopped for a moment when he called you âmumâ. this hasnât been the first time that it happened, he usually gets too preoccupied to notice, but you never mentioned it nor talked to him about it as he still missed his biological mother. âitâs diagon alley, lovey, and yes, weâll be leaving in a few,â
you walked away from them and grabbed your purse, âgo ask uncle georgie if he wants to come join.â
he beamed, grabbing georgeâs hands, âcan you please come with us, uncle georgie? please, please, please?â
george sent him a faux look of contemplation, âhmm, i donât know, teddy. dâyou think auntie y/n will buy us some ice cream?â
teddy gasped, and wobbled his way to you, âauntie y/n! will you buy us some ice cream? uncle georgie said heâll join if you do!â
you playfully glared at george, making him chuckle, before returning your gaze to teddy lupin, whose face was now in what youâll describe as his, âiâm-a-very-adorable-boy-please-give-inâ.
âoh, alright, let uncle georgie help you wear your shoes,â
as soon as the three of you were good to go, you flooâed your way to diagon alley. you never apparated when you were with teddy, he usually gets sick when you do, so you had to fixate a floo network in your muggle flat. it was an incredible hassle, especially with muggle neighbors. you had to use multiple silencing spells while the wizards in charge were doing it.
itâs been a while since youâve been to diagon alley, youâve avoided it at all costs, especially after⌠that ⌠anyways, teddy has been seriously adamant on going ever since george told him all about it and his shop.
you knew that you couldnât fend it (and him) off forever, so after mustering up every courage you had, you agreed. you reckon that it was worth it, seeing your godson, the boy who made your life full of hope and happiness again, incredibly bubbly and cheerful, it eased your nerves a bit.
fred knew that his twin was off to go somewhere. george always tells him, but he never mentions where heâs going or who heâs meeting, just that he had places to be. so to busy himself, he went to florean fortescueâs ice cream parlor to cool off.
while waiting for your order of three cones of ice cream, george offered to bring teddy to flourish and bottâs since he knew how much teddy loves coloring books and bedtime storybooks.
once fred passed by the street, he opened the entrance with a satisfying ring of the welcoming bell. he breathed in the sweet smell of the countless flavors of ice cream. he scanned through the shop for a place to sit when it suddenly stopped at the sight of a familiar h/c. he froze, no, it couldnât be, right?
âthree servings of ice cream supreme for y/n!â the man hollered.
noâŚ
you stood up and made your way towards the front, and fred had gotten a glimpse of you. you looked gorgeous, you always were, fred thought. you were using a hairband, something you used to despise as it always hurt the back of your ears, doing its job to keep your hair away from your face.
you took your order just in time to see your companions for the day, oblivious to the stare of another certain ginger.
âmum! uncle georgie bought me a new book! âtis about dragons!â a tiny redhead exclaimed with glee.
fred felt his heart drop, âmumâ? âuncle georgieâ? red hairâŚ? again, it couldnât be, right?
âedward remus! lower your voice, darling,â you chuckled, setting your ice creams down on your table.
âoops, sorry,â he apologized sheepishly, covering his mouth.
before you could even reply, a voice from behind you has spoken up, âerm, y/n?â
your breath hitched in your throat. âno,â you whispered.
george grimaced, grabbing your ice creams and a very confused teddyâs hand, âweâll be at the shop if you want to leave,â he whispered to you before leaving the both of you alone (minus the parlorâs customers and employees).
you frowned, following them out, and steered away from your ex-fiancĂŠ.
ây/n, wait!â fred followed you out and grabbed your hand.
you whipped around to face him, pulling your hand away from his hold, tears pooling in your eyes, âwhat do you want, fred?â
âwas that your kid?â he asked casually, trying to hide his nervousness.
âno- heâs teddy, lupin and tonksâ kid, iâm his godmother. he forgets that iâm not his biological mum sometimes, and if you were wondering why his hair was red, itâs because he loves george.â you said, ânow, âm gonna ask you again, fred, what. do. you. want?â
âi- i just wanted to talk,â he mumbled, looking down at his shiny shoes to refrain from looking at your crestfallen expression.
âseriously, fred? you want to talk?â you scoffed in disbelief, âalright, letâs talk, letâs talk about how you left me, letâs talk about how you broke your promise, letâs talk about how you broke me,â
fred winced at your wavering voice, ââm sorry, darling,â
âare you really, fred? because- because itâs been almost two years and youââ you sighed, wiping away your tears to no avail, itâs still falling. instead, you asked him the question thatâs been on your mind ever since, âwhy did you leave me?â
âi was scared,â he started, cracking his knuckles. a mannerism of his when heâs feeling anxious.
âscared of what exactly?â you urged, determined to know what he was so afraid of that he had to run away on your wedding day.
âof youâŚâ he mumbled, looking up at you. he wished he hadnât because he didnât know it was possible for you to look even broken than before.
âme?â your voice cracked, âso itâs my fault, now?â
fred shook his head, getting frustrated at himself, âno, no. i was scared that, if you married me, youâd get hurt because i might not live up to your expectations.â
âbullshit, fred!â you cried, earning a few looks from the bystanders, you didnât care, and nor did fred, âwhy? donât you think iâm getting hurt right now?â
fred felt his tears in his eyes, âiâve had so many doubts, so many questions, y/n,â you were about to reply when he raised hand, âand no, it wasnât about you, just please, listen,â
he sucked in a breath, ây/n, what if i said yes?â
âwe wouldâve been happy, we wouldnât be here in the first place,â you whimpered, feeling the heartbreak youâve once experienced over and over again, âdid you even really love me?â
âi did, i still do, but you deserve so much better than me, y/nâ fred whispered, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you again.
you shook your head, âstop lying, fred."
âno, y/n! what if i said yes and i wouldnât be able to keep my vows?â
âwell, fred, you didnât even get to marry me and you already broke the promise! now, tell me, did that answer your questions?â you asked, âdid it, fred?â
fred let a tear fall, âno, no it didnât. it just made me realize how hard it was to lose you,â
you sniffled, staring up at the sky to keep the tears in bay, âi loved you, fred! i loved you and you left me. i loved you⌠and i still do, and i hate myself for it because no matter how hard i try to convince myself that iâve moved on, i havenât. fred, i still look for you in everyone in hopes that i could somehow get some closure⌠and it doesnât help that i see you in everything as well; i remember you when i see a plate of pancakes, knowing how you love them with chocolate, i remember you when it rains because we used to dance around in it like thereâs no one around. it hurts, freddie. it hurts because i see you everywhere because we used to do everything together.â
âand i regret it, alright? i regret letting you go. it has been eating me alive ever since. i couldnât function well without you,â he whispered, âand all iâm asking is for forgiveness, y/n.â
you just stared at him, hiccuping as you continued to cry. you wanted to leap into his warm embrace and forgive him. you wanted to take him back. you wanted to kiss him. you just wanted to be in his arms again. you just wanted to be with him again.
but he hurt you. he hurt you in many ways youâve never expected. he broke you. the same guy who swore to your father that heâll never hurt you. the same guy who promised to marry you and spend the rest of your life with.
fred saw the hesitation and hurt in your eyes so he sighed, âiâm sorry, goop. iâm sorry for being such a coward. i was never ready to say goodbye⌠i never was,â he took one last glance at you before leaving you once again.
you sobbed as you watched his figure retreat slowly. you didnât care if there were people looking at you with concern and pity. you didnât care if someone had accidentally bumped into you. your mind was too busy with the thoughts of fred, so you apparated back into your flat, trusting george to take care of teddy for a while.
fredâs heart broke even more as he heard your distant sob. he let the tears gathered in his eyes fall. all he wanted to do was to bring you in his arms and shower you with his love, make up for all the lost time, but he knew that he deserved the pain. he deserved it because he hurt you, he broke you, and he can never forgive himself for that.
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Card: Dorm Uniform - SSR Characters: Epel, Rook, Vil, Idia
Chapter 1
âINTERIOR HALLWAYâ
Epel: Um... This is where the film studies club meets, right?
âCLASSROOMâ
Epel: Excuse me...
Rook: Hello, Epel-kun! I see Vil asked you to lend a hand here.
Epel: Iâd say itâs more like I was forced... Did he ask you too?
Rook: Iâm helping on my own accord. The pleasure is all mine if Iâm able to be with Vil.
(Clap, clap!)
Vil: Film studies club! Everyone gather around.
Iâm going to discuss the details for when we begin our next student-produced film.
Iâll hand out the script first. Everyone, take one each.
Epel: Whoa, this script is so thick. They must really go all out with their activities here...
Vil: The next film weâre producing will be about time travel.
Itâs set in the present day. The students of Night Raven College use a time machine...
And travel to the era of the Great Sevenâs Fairest Queen of All.
Rook: The era of the Fairest Queen of All... How très bien!
What a fascinating idea, donât you think, Epel-kun?
Epel: Hah... I guess.
Vil: The leading role is still undecided. Iâll let you know once Iâve chosen them.
Now, the time machine is the key item in this story... Epel!
Epel: ! Yes?!
Vil: Iâm putting you in charge of designing it.
Epel: What?! I-Iâm just the help. Why am I in charge of something so important...?
Vil: Iâve deemed you the most suitable for this.
Epel:Â (What gave him that idea?! Iâve never designed anything in my life. I want to say no...)
Vil: The time machine will use a magical wheel as a base. Youâll be customizing the exterior.
This way, we can shoot driving scenes.
Epel: You said magical wheel...?!
Vil: Yes. Iâve already arranged for one to use in our shooting.
Iâve asked Ignihydeâs dorm leader, Idia, to modify it, so you will work with him to complete it.
Epel: Got it!
Vil: ...You sounded very genuine there. Well, if youâre feeling motivated now, then thatâs fine.
The theme of the time machineâs design should be âsomething beautiful and fitting for the setting.â
Your deadline is in three days at noon. Is that clear?
Epel: Yes, Vil-san!
(I was so reluctant about having to help out the film studies club... but I didnât expect there to be a magical wheel involved!)
(That feeling of the passenger becoming one with the vehicle as they ride on... Just watchinâ it gets me all excited.)
(Maybe if I made a design that makes Vil-sanâs jaw drop, heâd even let me take it for a test run.)
(Okay, Iâm gonna do my best!!)
âIGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGEâ
Epel: Iâm Epel, a first-year from Pomefiore. Youâre Idia-san, right? Letâs work hard together.
Idia: Ugh... The glittery Pomefioran is here, hurray...
O-Oh, um... Vil-shi explained everything to me. Weâll use this lounge to work...
Epel: Okay, thank you.
Oh, thatâs the magical wheel weâre going to modify there next to you, right? Itâs so cool...!!
Idia: Hah... I only agreed to this âcause Vil-shi said heâd compensate me...
But working with other people... really makes me irritated by the second.
I need to finish this and go back to my room ASAP before my sanity gauge runs out.
Epel: (I know Vil-sanâs taste pretty well since heâs been training me for months ever since I enrolled here.)
(I need to aim for a fancy design that goes with the setting and also satisfies Vil-san.)
Idia-san. Letâs do our best designing this magical wheel...!
Idia: Yeah. Letâs get this done as fast as we can...
Chapter 2
âIGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGEâ
Epel: It took all night... but itâs done! Idia-san, the coloring for the magical wheel is all finished.
Idia: Congrats on getting it done. You told Vil-shi youâd show it to him once it was finished, right? Shouldnât you call him?
And end this so I can be alone.
Epel: Yes, Iâll go do that!
Epel: Hereâs the magical wheel, painted to look like a time machine.
The design was inspired by the peacock engraved into the Fairest Queen of Allâs favorite chair.
Vil: ......
Epel: Um... Vil-san?
Vil: Epel. Are you satisfied with this design?
Epel: What do you mean, am I satisfied...?
Vil: I ordered you to design something âbeautiful and fitting for the setting.â
However, this piece conveys nothing from the creatorâs heart.
You wouldnât consider this design âbeautiful,â would you?
Epel: ...! Well, I...
Vil: To me, this looks like you only tried to match the setting.
Redo it, Epel. And donât think about coming back to the dorm until itâs finished.
Epel: What?! Vil-san, wait a secoâ ...Heâs gone.
...Dammit! How can he be angry that I made it exactly as he said...?!
But I get to work with a magical wheel, which I love so much. No way am I giving up after failing once!
I need to make something that I think is beautiful, that matches the setting,
And something that would make Vil-san satisfied, right?
Iâm gonna do it!!
...... But what would that be...?
âIGNIHYDE DORM - IDIAâS ROOMâ
Idia: Hehee! I got that kitty accessory I wanted! Itâs a rare strength item that boosts my speed by 100!
Hehehe, now, the boss from this ultra-hard quest... You should tremble in fear of my dodging power.
(Running footsteps!)
     (Epel barges in)
Epel: Idia-san!
Idia: Eee! E-E-E-E-Epel-shi! Itâs rude to come into someoneâs room without knocking!
Epel: Oh... S-Sorry.
Itâs just, we have to redo the time machine...
Idia: Hah? He rejected that flashy design?
Epel: Yeah... So please help me make it over again!
Idia: (I canât believe Vil-shi. He shouldâve done this himself if he was going for something specific. Whyâd he leave it to someone else?)
(I canât stand them taking away my gaming time anymore. I gotta get this done now and chase out Epel-shi...)
H-Hey, Epel-shi. Do you have anything youâre good at?
Epel: Huh? Why are you asking?
Idia:Â âCause wouldnât this get done faster if Vil-shi just made it himself instead of having you make it over again?
But he still put you up to it... So shouldnât you consider that maybe youâve got some kind of secret talent?
In online games, leveling up skills youâre good at makes getting through the game easier.
Epel: But Iâm just good at things like carving apples. I canât really use that in desigââ
(...Hm? Apples...?)
I figured it out!!
Idia: Ee! I-I-It scares me when you yell out of nowhere! Wh-What did you figure out?
Epel: I figured out what I can make thatâs as beautiful and fitting for the setting as I can!
Idia: I-Iâm glad to see you came up with an idea. Well, letâs get on with it then.
Epel: Huh? But you stayed up all night last night. Are you sure you shouldnât rest a little...?
Idia: Heh, staying up all night is nothing to me. I stan a group of idols who look elderly but with hearts eternally 17...
And even Moirai on the Edge can do live performances for 72 hours straight.
Weâll prevail over this ultra-hard quest!
Epel: M-Moi...rai? I-I donât know what that means, but letâs work hard!
(This time, weâll make a design that Vil-sanăźno, that anyone would approve of!)
Chapter 3
ăźăźThe day the time machine is due.
???: ...el... Epel!
âIGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGEâ
Epel: *Yawns*...?
Huh? Ahh! When did I go to sleep?! And Vil-san, whatâre you doinâ here?
Vil: Your deadline is today at noon, so I came to check up on how you were doing. Honestly, I cannot believe you were sprawled out asleep on the floor.
So? Have you finished the time machine?
Epel: Oh... I did. Take a look at this!
Thereâs a story where the Fairest Queen of All made a poisoned apple, right?
So this time, I used that as my inspiration.
The color of the whole body represents a ripe, red, shining apple.
Like one you reach out to take without even realizing it... Anyway, I made sure it looked delicious!
Vil: Hmm... Go on.
Epel: Right. The other thing I worked especially hard on was this design thatâs hidden when the machine is stopped, and only gets revealed when it starts up.
Iâll turn it on to let you see.
Vil: ! You painted the tire kept inside... Is that a skull?
Epel: Yes! One of the stories mentioned that a skull rose up before the poisoned apple the Queen made turned red...
So I added a symbol that canât be seen from the outside unless you start it up.
This time machine is as âbeautiful and fitting for the settingâ as I can make it right now!
Vil: ...Allow me to ask you one thing. Why did you change to a poisoned apple?
Epel: Um... When I tried to use a peacock in my design, I honestly couldnât tell if it was good or bad...
But then I thought, no one would be able to resist a design that makes apples look appealinâ...!!
Vil: ......
...Heh. You finally came up with a design that reflects you.
Epel: ...! Yeah!
Vil: Now, I will leave you with the keys to this magical wheel.
Epel: Huh? Why me?
Vil: Iâm heading back to our set. Youâll deliver the machine to the film studies club yourself.
You have until noon to bring it, just as we discussed. Donât be late. Understood?
    (Vil leaves)
Epel: ...If he was in such a rush, he couldâve just taken it himself... Wait, hold on?!
Does this mean I can ride it back to the set... maybe?
AHH~! ALL RIGHT!!
Idia: Ugh... Epel-shi, youâre too loud... Your voice is ringing through my sleep-deprived head...
Epel: Oh! S-Sorry, Idia-san.
Iâve always wanted a magical wheel... And I get to ride one I designed myself. I just canât believe it...
Alright, letâs get to the school building!
âMAIN STREETâ
Film Studies Student A: Hm...? Whatâs that? Thereâs something coming towards us from the front gate.
Rook: That is a magical wheel. And the one driving it is... Monsieur Cherry Apple, Epel-kun.
Film Studies Student A: Itâs so glossy, like a real apple... And his Pomefiore uniform looks so nice. Itâs beautiful!
Film Studies Student B: Driving that machine, Epel-kunâs got a radiance thatâs different from his usual frail beauty.
Film Studies Student C: Yeah. That piercing cold look and his unconsciously curled-up lips... Iâm so drawn to it; I canât look away.
Rook: Did you hear that, Vil? Everyone is praising Epel-kun!
Vil: Hehe, these potatoesâ reactions are perfect.
Epel: Oh... There he is! Vil-san! Just as promised, Iâm here to deliver this.
Let me stop the machine... Okay. Well, Iâll get going now.
Vil: Hold it, Epel. Stay right there.
Film studies club, your attention! I have an announcement to make regarding our next film.
For our undecided leading role... Iâve decided to cast Epel right here.
Epel: Wh... What?!
Vil: You all saw how he looked riding that time machine, yes?
I believe thereâs no better person out there more suited for this role. Are there any objections?
Rook: Itâs true, the sight of him riding that time machine up here almost felt like a scene from a movie.
Film Studies Student B: Yeah! Hats off to you for how dashing you looked. Iâll let you have my seat today.
Epel: W-Wait a second. I thought I was just helping with the designââ
Vil: Iâve already made up my mind. Iâll thoroughly train you to be an actor, so do prepare yourself.
Now, you must do a costume fitting. Costume committee, take Epel to our club room.
Costume Committee: Okay!
Epel: I-I still havenât said anything about doing thâlet me go!!
Vil: ...I see now how drastically the sparkle in his eyes changes depending on whether heâs interested or not. Honestly. Heâs a difficult apple to deal with.
Rook: Epel-kun was shining like a completely different person than he was yesterday, yes...
But perhaps were you anticipating this finale from the start?
Vil: Well, now. Whoâs to say?
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Big Enough for Both of Us | JJK
~summary: his jumpers are going missing. And ending up on you. An annoying amount of books, some very cold weather and an admin mix-up later, will things change between you and Jungkook? Jungkook x reader (she/her pronouns) ~word count: 4.7k ~college au, fluff, getting together Rating: pg13 Warnings: one (1) swear, suggestive conversation and misunderstandings ~a/n: another bingo square, this time for âoversized hoodies/sweatersâ as an early Christmas present for you all!
You were shivering as you turned the keys to your locker, barely balancing the stack of books in your arms as you did so. Not wearing a jacket today was something you were sorely regretting, muscles groaning in protest from the cold and the weight you had lugged here.
The squeak of the old locker was the most welcome things you had heard all day, already preparing to shift the cursed pile of books off your struggling arms.
But as the door clanged softly open, all you could do was stare.
Something was already there.
Despite the pressing problem of the books weighing you down, you paused to look up and down the corridor. No one. Frowning, you peeked around to see the front of the locker door. This was definitely your locker, right?
Number 267. That was right.
Only, you had never used this locker before in your life. It had taken you until now, in December, to open it for the first time, even though you had started at college months back.
So the piece of black fabric sitting there, neatly folded, innocuous enough in any other situation, was a real curveball for you.
As you pondered, the top book on your tower decided to make a break for it, arms reminding you just how tired they were when you moved to catch it. Sighing, you leaned forwards and let them fall from your arms, right on top of the sweater.
You were pretty sure it was a sweater.
Whoever had this locker last year probably left it there by accident. It probably stunk by now, too.
Whether that was the case or not, you never got to investigate. A buzzing from your phone alerted you that your first lecture was about to start, your friend Namjoon asking where you were. So, without a second glance at the jumper, you slammed the door and rushed away.
It wasnât until two classes later that it resurfaced in your thoughts.
The heating must have been broken in that class, or else your professor just liked to see you suffer. Throughout the lecture, you had been slowly freezing, resorting to rubbing your hands over your arms to ease your goosebumps.
And now that you piled out of the hall into the already dimming light, you found it was colder still.
The library was halfway across campus, and you were due to meet Namjoon there to make a start on your essays. Right about now, that mystery sweater did sound very tempting. And you did have to go back to your locker anyway to get the books, right?
Placing the stack by your feet, you stared at the material. It had been a bit flattened by the weight that had sat on it all day, but it looked clean at least.
Reaching in, you picked it up at the shoulder between one finger and thumb and leant in to smell it.
The first sniff returned a pleasant surprise. Nothing. Holding it in both your hands now, you brought it right up to your face, almost touching, and tried again.
It actually smelled good.
Come to think of it, it felt very soft between your fingers too.
Cold clutched so tightly onto your bones at this point that you couldnât wait to get another layer on, so you stuck your arms inside. Sighing, you noted it must be quite new given how soft it still was.
You had got lucky.
Shaking the sleeves down, they fell way over your hands. The hem also came very low, nearly to your knees, but honestly, that felt like a bonus.
And so, lifting up the pile of books, you felt a little lighter (and much warmer) as you stepped out to meet Namjoon with your new big, soft jumper.
âI would say sorry Iâm late, but I blame you,â you quipped as you slid into the chair beside Namjoon, depositing the books onto the desk with a loud thud, âwere this many really necessary?â
Looking up at you from his own book, Namjoon had the decency to look a little apologetic as he laid eyes on the huge stack.
âAh â yes â sorry,â he stuttered, âthey did all look helpful. I suppose weâd better get through them all today so we can return them?â
Even his dimpled smile couldnât stop you from groaning and flopping down onto your folded arms. Laughing, he pulled the first book off the pile, undeterred.
âI need coffee for this,â you mumbled.
But as you made to get up, Namjoon tugged you back down by your sleeve.
âYou should make a start,â he fixed you with a look, âletâs go to the cafeteria later.â
Closing your mouth, you eyed up the intimidating pile of books. Of course, Namjoon knew you all too well, and was right. If you didnât start working now, you could procrastinate for ages.
But you did want that coffeeâŚ
âIf we wait til later, Jungkook will be there!â
Namjoonâs words had left his mouth the moment he saw you preparing to speak, and had snatched the argument right from your lips.
âWh-what?â you spluttered, âWhat does that have to do with it?â
A knowing smile rested on Namjoonâs face as he placed a book in front of you.
You flipped it open and got to work.
Namjoonâs wish to get through all the books by closing time was a distant daydream. Half the books still sat untouched, and your essay still had a way to go.
Nonetheless, you werenât going to stay slaving away all night. You made sure Namjoon remembered his earlier promise of coffee⌠although you didnât mention the part about Jungkook.
Naturally, he was there anyway. Namjoon smirked as he left your side with his coffee order, waiting for you to stop staring at his friend and notice he was gone.
It took longer than you would care to admit.
Jungkook was a music student, and since Namjoon fancied himself a producer, he spent enough time in the department that he essentially was too, meaning he had a group of friends there as well as from his own course. And of course the boy you had been silently crushing on in the cafeteria since day one was one of them.
Unfortunately for you, Namjoon hadnât prepared you for this when he decided to introduce you one day, and you had practically forgotten your own name as you found yourself suddenly in front the gorgeous Jungkook.
And just to add insult to injury, he had been really sweet to you.
Really, he was just asking you to fall for him.
You had promptly decided to stay away from him as much as you could help it. Until you were ready, you told yourself.
Which wouldnât be anytime soon, given the way your cheeks combusted as he smiled over at your table. While Namjoon waved back, you studied your coffee cup very intensely.
âHeâs gone,â Namjoon let you know, swinging back in his chair to take a swig of coffee.
Which was too hot.
And was now all over the table.
After your initial jump from your seat, all you could do was laugh as your friend started frantically mopping up the liquid, using already sodden napkins.
âDo you need some help?â
At the voice behind you, your jaw snapped shut.
Jungkook walked past you, grin splitting his face as he laughed at his hyung too.
âThanks, Jungkook,â Namjoon chuckled.
You ran off to get more napkins.
On your return, you quickly helped clear the rest of the mess, rescuing your own drink from the pool on the tabletop. Seeing Namjoon had his things together, you also scooped up your bag. But no books.
Looking around for the godforsaken pile, you found them sitting in Jungkookâs arms.
âOh, thanks,â you muttered, âI can take those, if you want-â
âItâs okay,â he beamed (would he ever stop smiling, he might make you drop down dead-).
âWeâre getting the same bus, so I might as well bring them tomorrow,â Joon clapped his shoulder, âsaves you breaking your arms again, right Y/N?â
âMy arms werenât breaking!â you scoffed, folding them against your chest.
âSo you want to take them?â Jungkook raised a brow at you.
You blinked at him.
Then huffed and rolled your eyes.
âNoâŚâ
Laughing loudly, Namjoon led the two of you out of the cafeteria.
It was a good thing Jungkook carried the books. If this morning was anything to go by, you wouldnât have enjoyed another walk with them.
Hugging your borrowed sweater around you a little more, you picked up the pace.
How Jungkook could have been outside in just that t shirt blew your mind. It was freezing.
âCan I borrow your locker key?â Namjoon whispered from the seat beside you.
âWhy?â you hissed back, keeping your eyes forwards.
âMineâs full,â he replied, âand we still have all these books.â
âWe really had to get them all out at once, didnât we?â you sighed, already digging in your bag for your keys.
âSomeone else might have done otherwise!â Joon protested.
Underneath the desk, you passed him the keys.
âNumber 267, okay?â
âThanks.â
Once again, you had made very poor clothing choices. To be fair to you, the weather was supposed to have gotten warmer, so you had only put on a thin jumper. The outfit certainly looked good, but other than that, it was a bad idea. Tomorrow, you would put on a coat. Or maybe that jumper you had found yesterdayâŚ
Dashing between buildings to fetch the books again, you were convinced you might get hypothermia. The wind was biting across the already chilled air, sky an unforgiving grey above.
Inside, you fumbled with your key, fingers stiff with cold.
You hadnât seen Joon since your first lecture, except when he ran past your study spot to throw your keys at you â literally â on his way to the music studios. You were lucky to still have both your eyes.
But maybe he had thought of you, because there beside the books, was a sweater.
Perhaps it was a mirage â could you get them from cold instead of heat? Reaching out to touch it, you concluded it was definitely real, but must be some kind of miracle. Dropping your bag to the ground straight away, you shoved the jumper on and huddled into it, bunching the sleeves around your frozen hands.
It was dark green, and you were sure you had seen Joon wearing a jumper like this before.
Thanking every deity out there that your friend had predicted your habit to dress poorly for the weather, you hauled the books out of the locker and set off for your study session.
Today you arrived first. Pulling out your phone, you sat back and waited for Joon to turn up.
When he did, you looked up from your phone to find he had stopped in front of your desk, staring back at you.
âYou are a lifesaver,â you said, setting your phone aside and sitting forwards.
Blinking, he shook his head. âWhat?â
Frowning, you repeated yourself.
âI said youâre a lifesaver⌠for the jumper,â you clarified, âI was so cold, I could barely open my locker-â
âWhat are you talking about?â he asked.
âWhat do you mean? Did you not leave this for meâŚâ you frowned.
âNo.â
You both stared at each other.
âOkay. Well, whose is it then?â you asked, pulling your chin to your chest to look down at the jumper you had on.
âWhere did you find it?â Namjoon ignored your question, sitting down at last.
âIt was in my locker, with the books,â you explained.
âBut itâs not yours?â
âNo!â
âIt was there when I put them in this morning, though, I thought it must have been.â
âWhat the hell?â you struggled to find any other words.
âI guess someone else left it for you,â Joon shrugged.
Incredulous, you watched as he pulled out his laptop and opened it, unbothered by the strange apparition of your jumper.
âYou think someone broke into my locker to leave me a jumper?â
âI donât know,â he sighed, âbut can you pass me the one by Hastings-â
Sighing, you dropped the matter and pulled his requested book from the middle of the stack, choosing the top one to start on yourself.
Though you let it go long enough to get through a bit more of your essay, you were absolutely going to put the jumper back after you were done. Knowing you were wearing someoneâs sweater, you felt the gazes of everyone walking past as if they somehow knew, and were about to denounce you for being a sweatshirt thief in the middle of the library.
But, as it happened, the cold weather was hellbent on dissolving your goodwill.
There was no. way. you were going outside in any less layers than you currently had on. The trip to your locker brought you to that conclusion soon enough, and so you chucked the books in and hugged the sweater tighter.
That night, the shapes of the two jumpers you had âborrowedâ so far seemed to stick out in the dark. It may not be anything dramatic, but since they werenât yours, you couldnât keep them.
Thankfully, the morning brought actual sun with it.
And your phone told you it would get warmer still.
Your phone lied.
That morning, you had worn the green jumper, intending to take it off and return it to the locker when you reached campus and the day had warmed up.
In the event, nothing of the sort happened. You had bumped into Namjoon and one of his friends from music, Yoongi. The three of you had talked outside until it was time for class, so you headed straight for your lecture with Joon.
Your next step outside was when you knew you had messed up.
All trace of sun had disappeared, sky darkened with cloud again. Any heat this morning held had gone away too.
But you were determined. You huffed as you pulled the sweater over your head later on, placing it back into the locker despite the way you were already shivering from the walk over.
In the library, the pile of books dwindled steadily down, but you got no warmer. Seriously, this place needed to invest in some better heating.
Screw morals, you were getting that jumper back.
âIâll be back,â you muttered, sliding away before Joon could reply.
Apart from that, you made the walk to your locker in record time, probably since no books weighed you down.
As you approached the building you were aiming for, the door swung open. On seeing you, the emerging figure slowed down and held the door behind them. Speeding up, you reached the door at a slight jog before you even noticed who it was.
Jungkook.
âHi Y/N!â he said brightly.
âH-hi!â you smiled back, âhow are you?â
âGood thanks,â he smiled too, leaning against the door, âjust heading to the cafeteria.â
âOh, Joon and I should be along soon,â you nodded.
âCool, Iâll see you,â he flashed his grin again.
Finally greeted with the warmth of inside, you looked over your shoulder at Jungkookâs retreating back. Why on earth was he in a t shirt? Shaking your head, you made your way to your locker with a smile.
Look at you go! A normal, nice conversation with Jungkook! And hopefully you could put an end to the relentless study session if you told Namjoon you were expected to go and get coffee with Jungkook.
Clinking, your key turned in the lock and you pulled the locker open with a sigh of relief-
A new sweater.
Interesting.
Tilting your head to the side, you stared at it as if it might get up and explain itself any moment.
Rather than the green one you had abandoned earlier, a burgundy bundle lay there instead. Sighing sharply, you decided you had come all this way for warmth, after all, and if someone was going to insist on putting jumpers in your locker, then you were going to wear them.
Which is how you found yourself enveloped contentedly in the latest of the apparently continuous line of warm, cosy sweaters, sipping coffee from between you sweater paws at a table with Namjoon, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung.
Perhaps you werenât entirely used to being in someone elseâs jumper yet, because you kept feeling uneasy, as if the others at your table were looking at you with sideways glances.
Shaking it off, you smiled along with the conversation. You were definitely imagining it. Even if you didnât talk to them that much, Namjoonâs friends were always lovely to you.
Eventually, the cups lay empty and the boys were discussing meeting the others in the studio. Noticing the branches outside the window swaying wildly, you decided you could put off the walk home no longer, or the weather would only keep getting worse, knowing your luck.
âSee you later,â you excused yourself to a round of small waves and smiles from the others.
All the others, except, strangely, Jungkook. He had always been very easy-going with you, so you tried not to read into it when he only gave a tiny smile before ducking his head again.
On your way out, you noticed Yoongi coming in and exchanged a nod.
But with you on your merry way, you had no idea of the situation you had left behind.
Jungkookâs cheeks were burning as he tried to ignore the pointed stares of his friends. Lips pulled in between his teeth, he tentatively looked up, through the hair hanging into his eyes.
âKookâŚâ Namjoon was the first to speak, eyebrows raised as he watched the younger boy.
âWhat?â he squeaked, chewing at his lip right after. Who was he kidding? They all knew âwhatâ.
Looking over to Tae and Jin brought no solace, both looking equally confused and expectant. Silence stretched out between them as Jungkook tried to string together a coherent thought with all eyes on him.
âSo when were you going to tell us youâre hooking up with Y/N?â
Jungkook choked on thin air. Looking up, he saw Yoongi sauntering across to their table, thankfully grabbing the attention away from Jungkook.
âWhat do you- Iâm- weâre- weâre not-â
âItâs alright Kook, you can tell us,â Jin offered, eyes wide in an attempt at being consoling. It wasnât helping.
âThereâs nothing to tell!â he insisted.
âDoesnât explain why she was wearing your jumper,â Tae interjected.
âHas been for days,â Yoongi helpfully chimed in next.
Jungkook hid his head in his hands.
âI thought she just left for a study break,â Namjoon piped up next, âI canât believe you two! On campus, really?â
âWe are not sleeping together!â Jungkook hissed, succeeding in shutting him up, âI donât know why sheâs wearing that!â
âSure,â Yoongi scoffed.
âYouâve had a crush on her for so long, I swear weâre happy for you,â Tae leant forwards, âIâm just offended you didnât tell us.â
âWhat?â Jungkook was getting more frustrated.
âItâs no secret you like her,â Jin agreed.
âYou knew?! Why didnât you say anything?â Jungkook stared at his friends in disbelief.
âTo let you deal with it yourself,â Jin mumbled eventually, âare you- are you telling us you seriously still havenât done anything about it?â
âI havenât,â Jungkook admitted.
âYou have a crush on Y/N?â Namjoon asked incredulously.
âWhatâs the deal with the jumpers then? Iâm lost,â Yoongi said.
âHello!?â Namjoon interrupted, âKook has a crush on Y/N?â
Groaning, Jungkook dragged his hands down his face.
âYes, Joon. I like her,â he muttered, âand I donât know, Yoongi. I donât know how she keeps getting my jumpers.â
âWell, ask for them back then,â Jin shrugged, sitting back.
Jungkook just sighed.
âOh my god, he likes it!â Tae gasped in glee, an infuriating grin splitting his face.
Jungkook was sure he wouldnât get cold walking home if his cheeks maintained this temperature.
âHold onâŚâ Namjoon suddenly leaned forwards, âthe other day, she asked me if I had put a jumper in her locker. We thought someone had left it for her.â
âIt was in her locker?â
âYep.â
âWell, thatâs weird. I didnât put them there.â
âThis is ridiculous,â Yoongi groaned loudly, âI thought Kook had finally sorted this stupid crush. I couldnât care less about the damn sweaters. Letâs go to the studio, Jimin and Hobi are waiting.â
âWhat are you doing?â
You almost jumped out of your skin. Having just picked your books up from your locker (how the pile was still this big, you had no idea), you turned around to find none other than Jungkook stood staring at you.
Clutching the stack tightly to avoid a landslide after that jumpscare, you looked up at him. A light crease made itself known between his eyebrows.
âJust⌠getting these books,â you gulped. Now it had started beating again, your heart wouldnât seem to shut up at such close proximity to him.
He continued frowning at you, expecting more, but all you could think about was how cute he was, even when he was annoyed. How is that even possible?
âThatâs my locker.â
That startled you from your stupor. It was your turn to frown now, taken aback by his statement.
ââŚno, itâs not,â you said slowly, âthatâs my locker.â
âLook,â he said then, before pulling a key from his pocket. Holding it up, you clearly saw the familiar number 267 glinting back at you.
Frown growing deeper, you struggled to balance the books in one arm while the other fumbled for your own key. As you flattened your palm, he leant in to see it.
â267,â he muttered, staring between yours and his. âwhat theâŚâ
âThatâs odd,â you frowned, âI guess we should talk to reception, but I, uh, I have class-â
âY/N,â he slid into your way as you took a step, âumâŚâ
As you waited for him to talk, he hesitated, tongue slipping out momentarily to wet his lips as he rubbed a hand at the back of his neck. At last, he took a breath, barely looking at you, and spoke.
âPeople have been asking me, ab-about us-â
Your eyes grew five times bigger in a millisecond. Did Jeon Jungkook just use the word us, talking to you?!?
â-theyâre asking why youâre wearing my jumpers, and-and I guess I know why now, but-â
Oh.
Oh no.
No no no no no no no.
The jumpers you had been taking the liberty of stealing belonged to Jungkook?
Oh hell no.
âShit, Iâm sorry- uhh, Iâll get them all back to you, I swear,â you hurriedly spoke, backing away from him, âbut I really need to go class, so, um, Iâll see you!â
And with that, you were walking as fast as your legs could carry you, far away from the most embarrassing situation since the time your pants had ripped when you were twelve. People had been asking Jungkook about you? They thought you were together?
You felt awful. All through your lecture, you could barely hear your professor over your internal screaming. What must Jungkook think about this? About you?
Ditching the pile of godawful, cursed books with Joon, you hurried to your locker, hoping that no one would be in sight so you could shove the jumper away. You were wearing the first one you had found. You could return the rest later.
Yes, you would be freezing, but you would have to deal with it.
Roughly pulling it over your head as you reached your locker, the corridor mercifully empty, you threw open the door.
But something was already there.
You wouldnât have paid it any attention, except there was a note sat on top. And it had your name on it. Underneath the note sat something dark blue and suspiciously hoodie-shaped.
Eyeing it warily, you read the note.
Y/N, Iâm sorry, I should have explained better. You donât have to put the jumpers back, or even stop wearing them. In fact, if you keep wearing them I would be very happy. I brought this for you â itâs the biggest hoodie I own and I hope you like it. I need to tell you something, and Iâm clearly better at writing it down than saying it to you, but I want to say it. I really like you, Y/N. You donât have to feel the same, but you can at least keep the sweaters and stay warm. JK xx
This couldnât be real. Eyes darting to and fro re-reading the message, you reached out to take the paper between your fingers. Apparently, it was real.
Letting it drop back onto the blue hoodie, you looked around you to find the hallway still empty.
Now this wasnât fair. Jungkook couldnât make your all your dreams come true and then hide somewhere. You had to find him.
Stuffing the first jumper you stole away, you pulled out the new gift and tugged it on. Not only was it huge, but it was so soft. When you found him, you were going to find out what detergent he used.
Either way, you spared little time to enjoy the warm hug in jumper form, instead racing off to track down Jungkook. Zipping through the cafeteria proved fruitless, and you even stopped in the library. Joon was in there, but you didnât stop, just chucking Jungkookâs note in the face of his complaints and moving on.
You had never actually been in the music studio before, but you found it easily enough.
Practically running inside, you stopped, breathing heavily, in the entrance. Only three people were in there, and of course none of them were Jungkook.
Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi looked around at you in surprise.
âWhereâs Jungkook?â you panted.
Yoongi had barely lifted his hand before you had already taken off in the direction he pointed. Pushing the door wide open, you finally laid eyes on the person you had been looking for.
When Jungkook looked around from where he stood in front of a microphone, a piece of paper clutched in his hand, all the words you were going to say to him suddenly left your mind.
âWhat detergent do you use?â
The question fell uselessly from your lips, only making him more confused.
âWhat?â
âOh, nevermind-â
Letting the door fall shut behind you, your feet didnât stop moving as you crossed the room until your lips crashed into his.
Arms instinctively coming up to hold you, his eyes widened at first but quickly slid shut as he realised what was happening. You were so desperate to find him, and now you couldnât wait to feel him, lips ravenous as your hands tangled in his long hair.
He tasted so good, making you groan into his mouth as his lips fit so perfectly against yours, incidentally granting him access to slip his tongue inside. There was barely a hairâs breadth between you as he tugged you in, hands fisted in the fabric of his own sweater that swallowed you up.
Finally recovering from the shock and elation of kissing you, he cupped the back of your head, tilting his own to deepen the kiss as he held you steady. And it was a good thing he did, or he would have swept you clean off your feet.
Even as you broke away from each other, staring in shock at your own boldness, your heart continued its raging party in your chest. You could only stare into his brown eyes, totally lost and awed at what just happened.
âNice hoodie,â Jungkook whispered, the first to break the silence.
âY-yeah,â you nodded, âthank you.â
âIâm glad you like it.â He looked at you then, big eyes hopeful and oh god you just wanted to kiss him again and see him smile forever-
âCan I take this as your reply to my note?â
âYes, Jungkook,â you smiled, and the grin that burst onto his face was the most glorious you had ever seen, âI like you too. I really, really like you.â
âI really, really like you too, Y/N,â he grinned, lips connecting with your forehead in a brief, sweet peck, âand Iâd like to see you in my sweaters more often.â
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Patricia!! First of all congrats on a new follower milestone! Those are always so exciting and asking and you deserve every one of them! Could I possibly request 39: âI wish we could stay like this foreverâ and 80: âletâs run away togetherâ from promo list 2 with Oberyn? I love how you write him and would die to see what you do with this 𼺠ily Patricia! And congrats again! â¤ď¸
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(also not necessary but I am a fool - this could totally be read as a slice of life in INO)
Oberyn Martell x Fem!Reader ; warnings: references to sex
Pedro Characters Masterlist
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The warmth, golden light filtered in through the sheer curtains, and the fresh, salty smell of the ocean and sound of chirping birds hit you all at once. It was a late, but beautiful and blissful morning and you were loath to get up. All you wanted was to stay here forever, wrapped up in the arms of your beautiful lover. Almost as if he sensed that you were up, you felt him grinning against your skin as he pressed a flurry of gentle, saccharine kisses to your chest and collarbones. You mumbled something into the soft pillow, something about wanting just five more minutes of sleep, but he just chuckled.Â
âSleep is for the dead, sunshine,â he murmured as he worked his way up your neck and stopped at your lips.
"I wish we could stay like this forever," a small huff of air escaped your nose as you pouted at him, slowly opening your bleary eyes. You found his soft brown ones, crinkled sweetly in the corners as he grinned at you, studying your face intently, âgood morning.â
âSpeak for yourself,â you teased him, âit cannot be a good morning if I am being woken up at such an ungodly hour!â
âUngodly hour,â Oberyn laughed - a twinkling, beautiful sound - before laying back down and pulling you on top of him. You made a small sound of surprise at the sudden motion, but quickly quieted down when you felt his warm, bare body against yours. His golden skin on yours was delicious and warm, soft and strong at the same time, a perfect juxtaposition - just like him. You laid your head onto his chest, âit is almost the afternoon, sweet girl, itâs hardly ungodly.â
âWhy can I not enjoy the day in bed with my prince?â you sighed softly, running a hand through his dark curls, âwhy should I allow the world to part me from my lover in such a manner?â
âUnfortunately the world requires us to be present,â he chuckled as kissed the top of your head. You huffed lightly although you understood what he meant. You'd always known - from the moment you had met the handsome prince.
âAnd whatâs more important? The world or me?â you joked as he grazed his fingers up and down your spine, leaving a wake of gooseflesh under his fingertips. You sighed into his touch before pressing a few kisses to his bare chest.
âYou, of course,â he promised, âand you have me always, first and foremost. But sometimes the world needs their prince.â
"And what about me?" you said softly as his large hands landed thoroughly on your backside, giving the firm flesh of your ass a squeeze. You giggled wildly before turning to look up at him and grabbing his jaw, "play fair!"
"I am," he insisted as you kissed him, "you will always manage without me. For the world needs their prince, but what is a mere prince to the queen?"
"Shut up," you groaned at him before moving to sit up so you were straddling his lap, his body humming with gentle love under yours, "you are not even a prince - only a mere fool!"
"A fool for you," he insisted softly as his hands found purchase on your hips. You beamed at him, golden as the sunlight and causing his heart to melt, "let me show you how a queen - my queen - is treated."
"Oberyn," you gasped slightly as his hands wandered up your body and to your breasts, "I thought we had to get up and rejoin society?"
"I've changed my mind," he grinned, "the prince needs you instead."
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"Its beautiful here," you were sprawled out on the lush, soft blanket, soaking up as much sun as possible. You were near the edge of the stunning lake, secluded and alone, as you listened to the soft lapping of the waves onto the shore. It was so serene and blissful, for a few moments you almost forgot that a world outside of this place existed.Â
Oberyn hummed in content as he popped a few fresh, plump berries into his mouth. He grabbed a particularly plump looking strawberry and held it out to you, dangling it just in front of your lips. You made a show of taking a large bite from the berry, letting the juice dribble from your lips and down your chin. He tuttled lightly before using his thumb to collect the juices and holding it out to you.Â
Grabbing his wrist, you pulled his thumb into your mouth before sucking it clean before slowly releasing it with a loud pop. He grinned at you, before pulling you in for a kiss.Â
"You are a very tantalizing little thing," he licked across your bottom lip, savoring the sweetness that lingered. You grinned against him before pulling away and lying back down on the blanket. Oberyn watched you for a few moments before lying next to you, his large hand grabbed yours and he defty laced your fingers together, "you're thinking much too loudly."
"I am doing nothing of the sort," you shrugged innocently, keeping your eyes closed in order to shield them from the sun - and Oberyn. He had a knack for being able to read every thought and feeling almost as if he was able to see into your soul. Naturally, there were a million things running through your mind at once, but you weren't going to tell Oberyn any of that - not yet anyway, "perhaps you're being too analytical."
"It wouldn't be the first time I've been accused of such a thing," he snorted in laughter, "but I, my sunshine, am also able to read to you - easily. Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours."
"And if I refuse to speak my peace?"
"Then I shall be forced to pull it out of you," he insisted softly as he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles. Sighing contentedly, you rolled onto your side so you could properly face him.
And he was beautiful - so stunning in his golden glory. He was older now, than when you'd first met him, calmer after everything he'd survived in King's Landing, even more wise and world weary than the best men. Which you supposed he was; a man with words as sweet as roses or sharp as hawthorne - it was easy to see why everyone fell at his feet, but he still reminded them of why he was the Red Viper.
The soft brown of his eyes, flecked with gold in the light, always seemed to betray him. At least to you anyways. His hair was longer these days, softer much like him, lightened by the sun and flowing into luscious curls. His facial hair has greyed slightly (from keeping up with all of the kids he always claimed), and he was more...him.Â
You'd always loved him, from the day he seemed to save you from a life of uncertainty and domineering men. But it has been a privilege to watch him grow, to see him become the best version of him - it was always thanks to you, he claimed, a guise you greatly disputed. But you loved him - your husband - more than the moon and all the glittering stars in the night sky.Â
Playing with you a lock of his soft hair, you continued to brush off the insinuation that anything was wrong, "nothing is the matter, Oberyn. I am merely enjoying the private company of my husband."
âAnd yet there is so much going on in that mind,â he mused, as you shrugged innocently, âso much buzzing, Iâd think we were in Honeyholt and tending to the bees. My dear sunshine, you should know better by now - when have I ever let such a thing go?â
âYou are incessant,â you groaned lightly, but appreciating the care and concern nonetheless, âit is silly - a mere folly that should not even worry me and alas, here I am.â
âIf it matters to you, then it is not a mere folly,â he promised, âyou can tell me anything.â
âI know,â you agreed with a small. You sat up slowly pulling your knees to your chest as you looked out into the sparkling water. Oberyn followed suit before moving to sit in front of you, putting his hand under your chin and turning your face up to his. He almost left you breathless with his easy beauty and warmth, âitâs just...I like this. Just you and me, no one else around, no worries, no duties. I...I hate to think once we return home it will all cease to exist - you will be forced to your duties, as I understand you must, and I? Well, I suppose I will be your dutiful wife, hoping and wishing for a chance to see her husband.â
âThen I suppose we should run away, shouldnât we?â
âI...Oberyn...what?â
âIâm serious,â he insisted softly as you just laughed at his idealistic ways, âletâs run away together, even if just for a while. No one has to know...and when we are ready we shall return.â
âThat is a temporary solution for a permanent problem, my love,â you gave him a weak smile before pulling out of his touch, âwhat about when we return to Dorne?â
âAlways so serious, my sunshine,â he chuckled softly as you huffed at him, âyou must ruin every little surprise, mustnât you?â
âI have done nothing,â you insisted, sticking out your tongue at him, âall I do is care about my husband and I am teased and punished for being woeful and caring!â
âYou have not been teased -â
âI have too, Oberyn Martell!â
âI will make it up to you, sweet girl,â he praised with a glint in his eye, âhowever, whenever, and wherever you should fancy. Now - will you let me finish?â
âI have not been-â
âYour prince demands it.â
âWell your queen insists that she hasnât been doing anything of the short,â gave him a little smirk, âbut go on and tell me about this so called surprise.â
âWhen we return home to Dorne, things will be different,â he promised as you raised your eyebrows in question, âI have been thinking, and donât even say a word, and I think itâs time for me to...take a step back and let Doran and Arianne, as his heir, handle things from now. I am getting tired...weary, of all these tasks that should be left to the next ruler. Besides, Arianne is more than ready to take over. I think I should quite enjoy a quiet, leisurely life.â
âOberyn,â your mouth dropped and formed a small o as you studied him to try and see if he was being honest. A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth before he broke out in a wonderful grin. You leaned over and kissed him, unable to stop yourself, âdo you mean it? Please tell me this isnât some sort of cruel joke.â
âI would never do such a thing,â he whispered as he pulled you into his lap and you wrapped your arms around his neck, âI just think...itâs time. Besides, there is nothing more I want than to spend my day with you, and the girls - think of all the things we can do. There are still ways to help our people, but we will do it together.â
âYou continually amaze me,â a single tear, this one of nothing but happiness and love had rolled down your cheek as you pressed your forehead against his, âand I will never know what I did to deserve you, and I will be forever grateful to the universe for bringing you to me.â
âNow youâre just flattering me,â he reached up and gently wiped away the tear, âfor it should be the other way around. I take it as though you are not opposed to the notion?â
âNot at all,â you smiled softly, âI could have asked for nothing better.â
âThen what do you say?â his hand found the back of your neck as he gave you a gentle squeeze, âshall we run away? To Essos - the Summer Isles - far away from everything? Only to return when we decide we are ready to?
âYes,â you eagerly agreed, delighted by the prospect of spending the days and nights at your husbandâs side, without a care in the world, âI want nothing more.â
âThen it is settled,â he promised, ânow, will you let me show you every way in which I love you?â
âOberyn!â your face flushed with warmth as you looked around to make sure no was within ear shot, âwe are out in the open! Anyway could...see.â
âAnd that is not our problem,â he shrugged simply, âwe have told them not to disturb us, hopefully they heed our advice. But now, sweet girl, you are all mine.â
âAlways,â you promised softly, âI am forever yours.â
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Silence - Multi Character
A/N: hello this has been an enormous project for me to do. Thanks for @stayevildarling for the prompt and for the help with this. Apologies, it's a long one. Tenses are a bit fucked but just go with it.
Prompt: Each character receives a mysterious invitation to visit a Hotel Cortez in LA to prove they're not alone in their struggles
TW: alcohol, mention of murder / death, cigarettes, swearing, mention of character death, hints at suicidal ideation,
Word Count: 4480
Tag list: @stayevildarling @okpaulson @mrsdeanhowardâ
Working at Kineros Robotics for the vast majority of her life, nothing really fazed Wilhemina anymore. Especially with the bullshit her bosses come up with daily, but when the redhead finds a strange invitation on her desk that morning, she never thought her life could get any stranger. The invitation that was written, well, typed, on very fancy looking stationary, held coordinates to a Hotel she never wanted to visit in her existence, but when she sees there is a list of nine other women's names, she assumes they're women, anyway; It piques her curiosity regardless and later that evening takes the rest of the weekend off work so she can drive the few hours to the Hotel.
Never been one for tardiness, the redhead arrives a mere twenty minutes early, the receptionist with ridiculous glasses asking her if she had booked a room to which she banged her cane and left towards the bar without a word. Â Conversation, socialising has never really been her strong suit, you can really blame her mother for that. She had been isolated from the outside world for most of her life growing up. Thinking back, she's glad for it. People are despicable. The bar isn't too shabby, not that she could complain, dark, quiet, she quite enjoys the ambience. Her cane clanks, hitting off the floor as she makes her way over to the bartender.
"And what can I get you, this fine evening?" she, she assumes, smiles politely. Nice enough.
"Anything purple?" her nose scrunched at the ridiculous request that leaves her mouth and she scolds herself silently moments before the bartender points a finger at her.
"You know what? I have just the thing," she turns around to pour the drinks, Wilhemina watching her every move, "So what brings you here?"
"Is that any of your business?"
"Oh, no, not at all." she shakes her head, "Enjoy your drink," Wilhemina eyes the mysterious neon concoction in front of her momentarily, before spotting a straw holder in the corner of her eyes and she reaches out to grab one when a hand grazes over her own.
"Oh, sorry," a British woman with a blonde pixie cut says quickly, pulling her hand away. "You look familiar, do I know you from anywhere?"
"No, I assure you, you don't."
The blonde put the green straw into her whiskey? before sipping it, "My name's Audrey, Audrey Tindall. I know what you're thinking..." Does this woman ever shut up? "I'm not related to the royal Tindalls, no."
"Did I ask?" Wilhemina cocks her head a little towards her and she quickly shies away, "Get out of my sight," The blonde scurries off to the other end of the bar while Wilhemina tries to enjoy her drink.
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"Mom, what's this?" Ally looks over her shoulder, her arms elbow-deep in her sink as she washes up the dishes from dinner.
"Not sure, Ozzy. Can you read it for me, Sweetheart?"
"To whom it may concern, You are not alone.
34.0443° N, 118.2508° W
Ally, Audrey, Bette, Billie, Cordelia, Dot, Karen, Lana, Sally, Wilhemina. What does it mean, Mom?"
Ally empties the sink and clears away the dishes before wiping her hands on a towel, "I really don't know, does it say anything else? Give it here," she holds her hand out and he passes it to her as she studies it curiously.
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"Karen!" The woman turns her head towards the door at her friend with a little smile on her face, "Guess who has mail?"
Her eyes widen in anticipation, "No, you're joking! Me?"
"Of course you! Open it." Mickey smiles as he passes it to her. She excitedly rips open the envelope, careful enough not to destroy the contents and unfolds the paper curiously. "Well, What does it say?"
"A bunch of numbers and names, Mick I think this is just junk,"
"No, Karen, the first mail you get in years, it can't be junk. Let me see," she passes it to him and in the dimness of the room, he looks at the letter. "They seem to be coordinates for somewhere,"
"Like for treasure?"
"Exactly, well, you never know, but could be someone who wants to murder you for all we know. But look, it says You are not alone."
"Course I'm not alone, fuck face, I have you."
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Cordelia sets aside her paperwork for the evening, cradling a cup of hot coffee in her hands, she sighs as she takes a look at the monstrous pile of work ahead. She nudges her glasses further up her nose as the door of her office swung open. "Madison, how many times have I told you to knock?"
The younger blonde rolled her eyes as her arms crossed against her chest, "And why would I do that?"
"I could have been doing... something." the Supreme says before taking a sip from her coffee.
"When exactly was the last time you got laid, Cordy?"
This time the Supreme rolls her eyes before glaring at the younger witch, "And when was the last time you got laid, Maddy?" she snaps back, Madison slumps her shoulders, the smirk that graced her lips disappearing quickly, "What do you want?"
"I forgot to give you this when the mail came this morning," she absentmindedly threw a letter down on the desk before storming out.
Cordelia once again rolled her eyes at the girl, eyeing the mysterious envelope before picking it up.
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Wilhemina looks down at the watch on her wrist whilst trying to figure out who exactly she's supposed to be meeting. The bar is seemingly quiet, and she stays seated at the stools near the bartender, Liz, who had told her her name, although she definitely didn't ask. Liz is a talker and a very annoying one at that, although Wilhemina is quite enjoying her company right now, or rather lack of as she attends to other women at the bar. A thought enters her mind at that moment, the name Audrey did ring bells, although not any ridiculous royal ones. She pulls the letter out of her blazer pocket and adjusts the glasses on her nose. There. The second name. Audrey. Was that her? Great. Now she does have to actually go off and talk to the chatterbox. She rolls her eyes before sighing, picking up her cane as she makes her way over to where Audrey is sitting, she seems to be sitting next to a brunette who did look quite familiar.
"Oh, hey!" Audrey greets, getting up from her place at the booth seemingly for Wilhemina to seat next to her. Wilhemina quickly turns around grabbing a chair from behind her and drags it to towards the table closer to the brunette instead, "Oh," the blonde says before pulling out a packet of cigarettes from her purse. "Do you mind?"
"I do actually, yes," Wilhemina says and the brunette turns to her.
"Are you here because of the letter as well?" Wilhemina nods and the other woman brings out her hand towards her for her to shake it, "I'm Ally, Ally Mayfair-Richards?"
"You're the one that was in that cult weren't you?" Wilhemina says. This has got to be the most interesting thing that has happened all night.
"Oh." Ally pulls her hand away looking around slightly awkwardly, "So you don't know me from my senator work? How did you know about the -"
"I saw it on this silly show I watched on the True crime channel."
"Right. So must know a lot about me then," she sips from her wine and Audrey annoyingly, despite Wilheminas dismissal, lights up a cigarette. "What's your name."
"Wilhemina Venable."
"Oh your name is Wilhemina, it's such a -"
"I'd prefer to be referred to only as Ms. Venable." Fine. Wilhemina has now made this awkward, thanks mouth. Change the subject. "Seven more women to find," she states, looking at the two, her hand gripped tightly around her cane. "Is this some sort of gangb-" Nope. "Right, I'm going to get another drink, excuse me."
"Sally that girl, what can I get you?" Liz asks a blonde that is definitely stuck in the '90s. Her hair is fully crimped, her outfit choice, however, is far more ridiculous, fishnet tights, a very short skirt, revealing shirt. Stop staring.
"The usual," she mumbles before diverting her attention back to the woman beside her. "So, are you from Tennessee? You're the only ten I see," Wilhemina almost spits her drink out as she hears the conversation between the two.
"No actually, I'm from Massachusetts." the brunette says, nodding slightly, clearly slightly uncomfortable.
"Oh, it's pretty close though, right."
"No you blonde idiot, it's a 17-hour drive," Wilhemina says and the blonde turns to look at her and this time she looks at her face.
"Did I ask you?"
"No, course not. I just like correcting idiots,"
"Well, I'm sorry we all couldn't afford to go to private schools," the blonde then storms off somewhere else, Wilhemina genuinely doesn't care. The brunette, however, slides closer over to Wilhemina.
"Thank you," she smiles.
Wilhemina's face turned to one of a fish, "What for?" The other woman continued sipping from her drink before leaning a little too close for comfort to Wilhemina before taking a deep breath.
"Is this.." she pauses, Wilhemina only furrows her brows at her, "Is this a 'girl' bar?" she asks curiously, "I'm only asking because..."
"Good question," the redhead smiles as she looks around the room, only women are seated, mainly bundled together with Ally and Audrey," Maybe this woman is one of the names on the list too. "Surely hope not," she mumbles. She doesn't want to make conversation but it seems she needs to. "What brings you here?" she continues to drink the nuclear waste that Liz calls a drink and looks at the brunette. She seems familiar too.
"I... This is going to sound really weird."
"Not as weird as that, I assure you," she points behind her and the brunette turns around to see a woman with two heads walk through the door with the frizzy blonde talking to them.
"Probably just as... How is that possible? That's fascinating." The brunette brings up her purse and pulls out a notepad."I'm a writer, you may have read my book. It's quite popular among women." She speaks but Wilhemina isn't listening. Distracted by the definition of fucking weird that just entered the room.
"You girls here for the "meeting"?" the frizzy blonde asks them and the head on the left nods. Creepy.
"Nice," she grabs a cigarette, it hanging from her mouth lazily as she spoke. Ok, so far there are Audrey, Ally, writer girl, the one Liz called Sally, the two-headed beast... Wilhemina looks around and spots another blonde speaking to Audrey and Ally. So extra blonde. And a homeless woman sitting at the back end of the bar.
"If you're here for the meeting, come over here!" extra blonde calls out over to her table and Wilhemina rolls her eyes, her cane clanking loudly as she walks over to the table. "I'm Cordelia Goode. Supreme of my coven in New Orleans."
"Ally Mayfair-Richards, I came here from Maine. Had to find a babysitter before I drove all the way here,"
"Audrey Tindall. Had to get a flight back from England."
"Lana, Lana Winters." the writer girl added.
"Wait.." three heads turn to her. "How is that possible?" Ally spoke.
Lana shrugged, an uncomfortable smile gracing her lips, "What do you mean?"
"You're... young?"
"Oh, wow, am I that old?"
"I- no of course not."
"What's that?" Wilhemina turns her head towards the left of the beast as she stares down at Sally's cellphone.
"Oh, come on I've been stuck here since the nineties and even I know what it is." she rolls her eyes.
The right one furrowed her brows. "90s?"
The two of them stared into space for a moment, their expressions changing every so often as if they're in a conversation and Wilhemina shakes her head and diverts her attention to the homeless one toddling over to the rest of the group. She looks paranoid, looking over her shoulders as if someone is following her.
"The rest of the introductions?" Audrey says, bringing the letter out and Lana handing her a pen from her purse before she ticks off the names of people here. "What's your name, sweetheart?" she asks the homeless one but she doesn't answer, peeking into the massive tote bag on her shoulder before Wilhemina hits her ankle with her cane to gain her attention.
"I'm not telling you my name. I don't even know who you are," she states
"Why are you sitting with us then?" the right one says before the homeless one gives them a look.
"I know people like you, fuck faces, huge assholes," she mutters
"I'm Dot, this is Bette, "Right one says almost headbutting the other
"I can introduce myself, Dot,"
Dot turns her head to look at her, "Well you were taking your sweet time,"
"Okay, we're only missing Billie and Karen."
Sally chuckles, her cigarette still hanging from her mouth, "That's definitely Karen," she points over to a blonde with wavy hair, pink blouse, pearl necklace and a pencil skirt and fake nails. "I actually thought you were Karen until you said your name is Audrey," she looks to Audrey and Wilhemina purses her lips trying to stifle her laugh.
Audrey looked offended as if someone ran over her mothers already dead body. Her nostrils flaring as she leans over the table towards Sally, "And what do you mean by that?"
Before anything happens and all hell breaks loose in the Hellmouth they already were in, the homeless one squeaks up. "I'm Karen."
That's it. Wilhemina laughed. "What's so funny?" Cordelia asks the redhead who continued chuckling as she tried to drink her acid.
"Nothing, continue."
Lana finally pieces the puzzle together, "That's Billie."
"Congratulations, would you like a gold star. I'm sure Mommy senator here has plenty for you." Wilhemina chuckled at her own joke because it was funny. The other women did laugh too. Billie made her way over somewhat gracefully, her hands flaring as if she's trying to pick up a watermelon. Karen probably has one hidden in that Mary Poppins bag of hers.
"Good evening, girls. I'm Billie Dean Howard, Medium to the stars." she flutters her fingers around like one of those stupid ASMR videos that Wilhemina has not ever watched before and took a seat beside Bette and Dot.
"Were you the one who sent the letters?" Bette asked, her fingers fiddling with the hem of the dress she shared? with Dot before Dot slapped her fingers away.
"No, I assume you're all here for the same thing. As am I. Unfortunately, it had to be here though,"
Cordelia sighs, shifting uncomfortably in her seat seeming to know what the hell Billie was actually talking about. "I know, it's like they're screaming in the walls."
Liz comes over handing Billie her drink while giving a pointed look towards Sally, "What? I didn't kill everyone here, y'know."
"Your reputation says otherwise." she turns to the rest of the group, "Enjoy your stay,"
"Does anyone actually know what this is about... Wait I know you, I've seen your face on the side of a bus," Audrey says excitedly
"And I know you, Ms Audrey Tindall. Making a big name for yourself I see after My Roanoke Nightmare." Billie smiles at her and Wilhemina gives a look of impressive to the two blondes.
"Oh god don't. My shrink is still drilling it into my head that it wasn't real."
"What wasn't?" Lana asks curiously, her notepad in hand as she continued to write notes.
"You haven't seen the show?"
"What show?"
Wilhemina diverts her attention towards Ally's and Cordelia's conversation although it seemed to be about cheating exs so then she focuses on what Dot, Bette and Sally were saying.
"It's 1952 where you're from?" Okay, now that is interesting. "How did you get here?" Sally points her phone in their faces.
"Can you please get that thing out of our faces! It's scary," Bette says,
"We killed our mother and you're saying that's scary." Fine. She stood up and made her way to Karen.
"Don't want to talk to you." she mumbled, seemingly comfortable slightly curled up in the seat.
"I don't want to talk to you either." Hmm, maybe the homeless one isn't too bad after all.
After a few extra drinks, everyone seems to be in a better mood, laughing, joking, much to Wilhemina's dismay, and even still trying to make conversation with her. Which she has done. Gotten to reluctantly know more about those with who she was almost forcefully made to be made acquaintances. Sally stood up on the chair, wobbling slightly as she tries to regain her balance. "Ladies, Unfortunately, Liz is closing up for the night." most women whined but Wilhemina was genuinely happy she finally got to go home. Was this it? What exactly was this about? "But... We can take this party up to my room,"
Wilhemina almost growled to herself, the thought of being at home a lot more comfortable than being in a hotel room with nine other women. All women stood up and followed Sally to the elevators. Billie and Cordelia following behind as they chatted.
Wilhemina slowed her pace a little mainly because she felt like her back couldn't handle it but also because she wants to know what the two blondes are talking about. "If the letters weren't really from you, then who was it?" Cordelia asks
"I genuinely thought it was you, dear. Seems like a 'you' thing to be bringing in people of all backgrounds, especially lonely ones at that,"
"I'm not lonely. You don't even know me." Karen pipes up defensively, still holding her bag close.
"No, not at all." Billie shakes her head, "But I do know when one is feeling lost and doesn't know how to get back up," she says before rushing off to get to the others.
Wilhemina's steps slowed as she enters the elevator, not one for taking the stairs. She opens her mouth but Cordelia is quick to speak, "I like your hair," the redhead raises an eyebrow at the blonde, a hint of a blush rising on her cheeks.
"You're drunk, Ms. Goode,"
"Oh, please. Call me Cordelia. I'm nothing like my mother." she says before her expression turns somewhat sorrowful. Her mouth opened, slightly agape seeming as she wants to speak but she doesn't. So Wilhemina decides it's humane of her to change the subject.
"You know Ms. Howard?" she looks down at the floor, the elevator dinging indicating their arrival on the floor where Sally's room is located.
"Oh yes, she's not a witch though," the blonde slightly stumbles out, almost tripping on her heels when Wilhemina rolls her eyes reaching her arm out to catch her.
"I didn't ask," she states, although she is due for another awful round of dosed up fuckery that is her medication she fights through it, tries to anyway. Liz's miracle drinks seem to be working fine as an atomic type of painkiller. She allows Cordelia to loop her arm around her shoulder, hers around the blonde's waist as they walk down the hallway towards the room Karen just strangely snuck into as if she's there on a heist.
"You know of my story then?" Lana asks seemingly gobsmacked towards the other women, "And not from my book, from my talk show? One I don't even have yet?"
"How exactly did you get here?" Audrey asks curiously as she sits down on the bed, crossed legged like an elementary school child.
"I received the letter, like the rest of you. I took the train. Fell asleep, woke up at the station and everything was different but I couldn't really explain it. Then I asked around about the coordinates and someone guided me to this hotel."
"The same thing happened to us," Bette smiled at her but Dot was quick to scold her
"Don't listen to my idiot of a sister, we've never been on a train in our lives. We woke up, found the note at the foot of our bed and started to get ready for our show."
"Show?" Billie asks before closing her eyes for a brief moment. "Does the name Eudora mean anything to you?"
"We work fo-" Bette starts
"No, absolutely not. Bette, we're leaving."
"But we've been having so much fun, Dot."
"No,"
"She says she forgives you."
Tears well up in both their eyes for a moment as they sit back down on the bed. Wilhemina slowly helps Cordelia sit down on the armchair beside them and awkwardly perches on the arm of said chair.
"She forgives you Bette for what you did but," she closes her eyes before facing Dot, "She doesn't forgive you for what you tried to do to your sister."
An awkward silence filled the room, only to be heard are the sniffles from the twins and the lighting up of cigarettes before Sally broke the silence, "You know, I would probably do anything to have a sister and you tried to kill her?" Dot looks away ashamedly.
Bette, sweet Bette, she seems so childlike, she just smiles, "I would do anything to make my Dot happy,"
"I would rather kill myself than let anyone treat me the way she treats you." Sally rolls her eyes "And I'm dead," she brings her hand to the side of her mouth as if she's revealing a huge secret.
"At least she's not alone," Ally says, sipping on more wine. "I'd do anything for my son, the way Bette clearly would for her sister."
"And let her kill herself?" Audrey remarks, "That's not love."
"Wouldn't you kill for love? Fight for others."
"I'd rather be a lover than a fighter, because all my life, I've been fighting." Lana says, "I've lost the love of my life and had been through so much I ca-" tears escape her eyes and Audrey curls up beside her, wrapping an arm around her frame.
Karen opened her mouth wanting to speak, most of them probably expecting her spewing profanities but instead, her face was calm, "I've never felt a feeling of comfort. All this time, I've been hiding. Where I'm from the stupid fuckfaces who live there..." There we go. "All they do is just think I'm some mad homeless woman -"
"Aren't you?" Wilhemina blurts out, a smirk gracing her lips and Karen glares at her.
"That's not the point, you fucking, purple, fucking, dragon bitch."
Wilhemina tilts her head, impressed with the insult. "Carry on."
"I don't want to anymore."
"I never had someone to call my own," Bette says, her usual smile now a frown as she fights back her own tears
"I'm so used to sharing." Dot mutters, looking down at her fingers. Billie reaches out to hold their hands to comfort them.
"Love only left me alone," Audrey says,
"I've found peace in the violence, can't tell me there's no point in trying," Sally says, cigarette hanging from her mouth as she speaks, mascara running down her face
Wilhemina thinks it's her turn to speak, Cordelia looking at her intently from the seat. "I'm in need of a saviour," it feels like she confessed her deepest darkest secrets. Words she would have never thought she would say out loud to anyone. She sees Billie lift her head as if to speak "But I'm not asking for favours," she says, Billie nods understandingly.
"My whole life, I've felt like a burden," Cordelia pipes up, her chin quivering as she spoke. "I think too much, and I hate it"
Ally pulls a small face, finishing her wine before she spoke, "I'm so used to being in the wrong. I'm tired of caring."
"Loving never gave me a home" Karen speaks again, probably feeling a lot more comfortable with the group now. Which is surprising as she acted as if they would kill her.
"I'll sit here in the silence," Billie says. She hadn't said anything. She gave a small smile before lighting up a cigarette. Wilhemina only groans, now her clothes probably stank worse than an ashtray at the amount the four women had smoked like a chimney. "I'm at one with myself. I've been quiet for so long."
There's silence for a few moments. Not uncomfortable at all, surprisingly. Although plenty of tears, small sobs escaping and a few hugs. This was needed. Everyone felt seen, even in the silence of the room. They felt heard. They all understood and could relate one way or another to each other and, maybe the letter was right. You are not alone.
But the one question is... who was the one who had sent it?
Maybe someone out there who cared enough for each woman individually and knew their struggles maybe even up to a personal extent. Maybe whoever sent it just wanted the women to know that they are loved and people do care.
Maybe it was you.
-
The night was slowly coming to an end, the women started to say their goodbyes when Lana had an idea, "Sally?"
Sally lifted her head from where it lay on Cordelia's shoulder as the two blondes were almost fast asleep. "Hmm?" Wilhemina stood, collecting her cane ready to leave but Cordelia's hand stopped her, grabbing onto the hem of her blazer.
"Give me your cell number, I have an idea." the brunette gave Sally the pen and paper and Sally wrote her number down, passing it back. "If I remember you'd hear from me again," then the brunette vanished. Magic tricks aside, most of the women were either too drunk or half-asleep to even react. Sally's phone began ringing loudly, Wilhemina picked it up, disgusting fluffy case in hand as Sally snatches it from her.
"Hello?"
"Sally? It's me, Lana. Put me on speaker." the familiar yet different voice said. The women looked, Wilhemina observing from the door until she noticed Bette and Dot aren't there either.
"Lana, it's you?" Audrey says, tears in her eyes, "God I've missed you." It's been less than two minutes you dramatic blonde. Wilhemina rolls her eyes as Lana chuckles down the phone.
"I've missed you too, Audrey. It's been fifty-five years since I had last heard your voice."
Wilhemina, now confused, was ready to leave. She pried the sleepy blonde away and left. On the way back to her home, she magically bumped into Billie. "What do you want?" she almost snapped.
"We're wondering if you'd like to meet back up at the hotel again next week." the blonde smiles, of course, cigarette in hand. Wilhemina sighed, as much as she hates to admit it she really did enjoy the company in comparison to her lonely nights at home in the silence.
"Okay," she says, Billie, raising an eyebrow at her expectantly.
"Okay? That was easy,"
"Don't think it'll be any easier than this, Ms. Howard, I'm a busy woman."
"Hm, I'm sure."
"If Ms. Winters is.. a woman of age now, What happened to the Tattlers?" Wilhemina asks out of curiosity, Billie purses her lips as she thinks of an answer.
"They're gone. They're at one with the silence."
"Good night, Ms. Howard." Wilhemina opens the door to her car.
"Good night, Ms. Venable," Billie says but Wilhemina can literally hear the smile that's on her lips as she says it. "Oh, Cordelia wants me to give you her cell," Billie hands the redhead her number through the crack of the window. "Then you don't have to be at one with the silence for so long. Neither of us do. We have each other now, just remember that. All thanks to Y/N."
#sarah paulson#ahs#wilhemina venable#cordelia goode#billie dean howard#cordelia foxx#tb karen#lana winters#audrey tindall#sally mckenna#bette and dot tattler
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The One with the Coastal Customs
Geraskier, 1.8k, Fluff, Crack, Secret Relationship, Kaer Morons at their best, humor, Jaskier takes one for the team
Inspired by Friends. Read on AO3
Breakfast at Kaer Morhen is full of chatter as always. With Ciri and Yennefer joining them a few days ago, loud arguing and laughter always fill those once empty halls.
Jaskier picks at the rye bread on his plate, not paying attention to Lambertâs clearly exaggerated monster story, though Ciri seems completely entranced, prompting him to go on with anticipation.
His mind is still full of last nightâs visage of Geralt pressing him against the wooden door and kissing him senseless. The witcher had to come to his bedroom after everyone else turned in so no one noticed. After the whole mountain incident last year and Geraltâs following apology, they thought it wise to keep their blooming relationship in secret for a while.
Letâs not tell everyone in a rush. Geralt was the one who proposed the secrecy. Whatever we have here is ours, Jask. I donât want them to interfere or mess it up. You are too important to me, He said. Besides, what could go wrong?
Jaskier, at the time, agreed to it whole-heartedly. The witcher was so sincere that day, his golden eyes flowing with adoration and vulnerability that Jaskier could not deny him anything.
Despite some inconveniences, Jaskier has to admit it does make things excitingly hot. He almost feels like a naughty student sneaking out of class to make out with a lover again.
Jaskierâs hand comes up to touch the skin on his neck, the same spot where Geralt nibbed and sucked gently last night and left him a sobbing mess. Next to him, Geralt catches his motion with a look before a faint smile quirks up the corner of his mouth.
âGrape juice?â the witcher passes him the pitcher with the most unaffected tone in the world but his other hand travels up Jaskierâs thigh teasingly.
He has to choke in a gasp.
ââŚand bam! The third wyvern drops dead.â Lambert ends the story proudly, âAnd thatâs why Iâm the best witcher at this table. You have a lot to learn from me, princess.â
Ciri giggles as Geralt and Eskel chime in to call out all the lies in that tale. The room erupts in jabs and loud arguments.
Yennefer is the only one who remains silent throughout the whole meal. Her violet gaze only falls on Jaskier once, piercing with intent, before looking away like nothing happened. Even though their exchanges are a lot more amicable these days, the sorceress tends not to acknowledge Jaskierâs existence very often.
From the corner of his eyes, Jaskier sees Vesemir leave for the library. The older witcher still has work for him to finish today.
âRight, duty calls.â With a screech of chair, Jaskier stands so he can leave too. âIâll see you later.â
He rests his hand on Geraltâs shoulder and leans in for a kiss. Geraltâs lips taste like the sweetness of grape juice and Jaskier revels in it for a moment before pulling away.
Everyone at the table is staring at him.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
Jaskier freezes on the spot, a million thoughts going through his mind. Is it time to announce it to the world? They are ready for everyone to know and get involved, arenât they?
But with one look at Geralt, he abandons the thought. The witcher has gone pale, and stiff as a statue. Panic starts to creep into those beautiful honey eyes, so subtly anyone else would have missed it.
Geralt is not ready.
Jaskier swallows. Well, thereâs nothing to it.
He turns to Eskel, whoâs holding a spoon mid-air and studying him with confused surprise.
âEskel. See you later too.â He cups the older witcherâs jaw and presses their lips together. Eskel, the sweet man, even holds on to his wrist by reflex. He ends it with a pop before going around the table, careful not to trip over a chair.
Lambert can only be described as dumbfounded when Jaskier leans in, and incredulous afterwards.
âHave a nice day, Lamb.â
Yennefer looks at him with the same scrutiny. Wait, why is she looking smug? Fuck, the mage is looking scarier than the day they met. This one he might regret the most later.
âMy favorite witch. Itâs so good to have you here.â Jaskier opens his arms dramatically before going in, the familiar lilac and gooseberries filling his senses. Oh, her lips are so much softer.
When he stands to straighten his doublet, the whole table is still looking at him in silence. Geralt is tense as a statue while Lambertâs mouth hangs slightly open.
âRight.â He pats Ciri on the back and runs away from the scene, keeping his footsteps as steady as possible.
 *
Ciri is the first one to break the silence.
âWhat the hell just happened?â
âLanguage.â Yennefer berates her, seemingly unfazed.
Geralt swallows a lump. If Jaskier is willing to go such length to keep the promise, he can try to look inconspicuous for a moment.
A blush is creeping up on Lambertâs face, but he tries to hide it with biting words. âGeralt, what the fuck is wrong with you bard?â
âWatch your language too.â Eskelâs voice is steady with amusement. âWhy do you mind it so much anyway? Heâs being friendly. It was nice.â
If Eskel wipes his lips casually with a pleased look, nobody mentions it.
âIn what world is that friendly?â Lambert scowls.
âItâs ââ Geralt clears his throat, âHe went to the coast last year. In the south. Must have picked up some local customs. ThatâsâŚumâŚhow they greet each other. In the south.â
Lambert stares at him. âDoesnât feel southern to me.â
Geralt gulps down all the juice in his cup. When he puts it down, Yennefer is studying him like a predator might a prey.
âInteresting custom.â Her violet eyes sparkle with curiosity.
Geralt has never been more grateful for his witcher trials for allowing him to remain calm under extreme pressure. His heart still beats slowly without revealing anything.
They are fine as long as it doesnât happen again.
 *
It happens again.
Jaskier sucks at Geraltâs lips with heated passion, drawing a soft moan out of the witcher. Neither of them pays any attention to the flurries of snow falling into the empty courtyard around them.
âIâve missed you today.â He moves down to Geraltâs jawline, and then his neck. âWhereâd you go?â
âHad to repair the wall at the back, or the whole keep crumbles.â
âHmm. Should have let it.â
Jaskier captures those lips again just when he hears people entering the courtyard, and pushes Geralt away with force.
Itâs too late.
Eskel and Lambert stare quizzically at Jaskier, their training swords in hand. Behind him, Ciri is also in full gears, ready for lessons. The way she tilts her head in bewilderment is such a spitting image of her dad.
âWell.â Jaskier pats Geralt on the bicep. âThanks for helping me clean the stable. ThatâsâŚnice of you.â
Roach snorts in the stable behind them.
He walks towards Eskel and kisses him again, and then Lambert. Boy heâs just noticing how tall the younger witcher is. Jaskier has to tiptoe a little bit. âIâll be off then.â
When he passes Ciri, the girl just moves out of the way like heâs the plague. âSee you, uncle Jask!â
Jaskier nods at her, carrying himself as naturally as possible, and enters the building.
 *
The gwent is going great. It seems that Geralt is going to win again.
Jaskier yawns. Heâll never see the appeal of the game, so he just reaches over Lambert to grab the lute. Maybe a little practice will be goodâ
âOkay, bard. You need to cut it off.â Lambert stops Jaskierâs motion with a hand on his chest.
Jaskier blinks.
âI donât care whateverââ Lambert gestures around Jaskierâs whole being. ââ coastal customs you picked up from the south. Itâs notâŚhow we do things around here. We are not in the south and itâs fucking weird. So quit it.â
âOkay?â He blinks again.
âI know you like witchers more than the average man out there,â Eskel adds, âand you want to show us. I appreciate it, Jaskier, but it might not make us the most comfortable.â
âWhat now?â Jaskier looks around the room. Yennefer and Ciri are sitting by the fire with some magic book spread out between their knees, watching the situation unfold.
âQuit the kissing, bard.â Lambert scowls.
Eskel smiles politely. âYeah, itâs best if you did.â
Oh.
Jaskier can see the two witchers are clearly not at ease. Lambertâs face is a ripe tomato and Eskel is acting way too formal with all the niceties.
âOkay. Of course.â Jaskier raises his hands in defeat. âI will stop assaulting you with the overly familiar foreign customs. Message received.â
âThank the gods. It was disgusting.â Geralt deadpans.
Jaskier looks into those golden eyes he loves so much and wonders if he can express âIâm gonna put a pillow over your face tonightâ with a neural glare. The bastard only raises an eyebrow in challenge.
âIf you do need to let it out somehow, Jaskier, maybe your friends at that fancy academy of yours are open to it.â Yennefer says, chill as the winter sky, âOr some of your lovers.â
Maybe Jaskierâs eyes are deceiving him, but he swears the sorceress glanced in Geraltâs direction when she said âloversâ.
The ladies resume their discussion about spells and magic, and the gwent game continues. Geralt does end up winning.
Jaskier plucks his lute, imagining a million ways for his witcher to make it up to him later.
Oh the sacrifices he has to make for this ridiculous man.
 *
âThe sacrifices I have to make for you, my dear.â Jaskier rests his head on Geraltâs shoulder, cuddling up to his witcherâs warm body.
âWhat sacrifice? I thought you were enjoying it.â
âThey are quite good kissers though, especiallyââ He cuts himself off. Itâs best not to discuss your loverâs brothers that way, or ex-lover, for that matter.
âThen what are you moaning about?â
âBut my reputation!â Jaskier protests, âMy name will be tarnished forever. Jaskier â barker and molester of witchers. None of you will ever let me sing your heroism anymore.â
âHmm. Donât you forget about Yen.â Geraltâs voice rumbles deep in his chest.
âOh yeah. Iâm surprised she didnât turn me into a toad on the spot.â He plays with Geraltâs long hair. âBy the way â I just have this inking â do you think, perhaps, Yennefer might know? About us?â
âOh she knows.â
Jaskier bolts upright, looking at Geralt incredulously.
âSince when?â
âThe day she arrived?â Geralt guesses, âIâm sure she took one look at us and figured it out. Itâs not my fault sheâs so smartââ
Jaskier picks up a pillow and throws it at Geraltâs smug face.
âAnd you didnât tell me?â
Geralt finally breaks out laughing. He catches the bardâs feral attack and pins him into the mattress. Jaskierâs angry little pout is too adorable Geralt has to kiss it away. Uninterrupted this time.
âIs it worth it though? All the sacrifices?â Geralt's breath ghosts over the skin at Jaskier's throat.
The bard only glares at him for a moment, before letting out a sigh long-sufferingly.
âFor you, my dear. Always.â He pecks Geraltâs soft lips one more time. âAs long as no one turns me into a toad.â
#geraskier#geraskier fic#the witcher#geralt x jaskier#crack#fluff#i don't know what happened with this one#should i tag friends?#monica and chandler are the best friends#geralt of rivia#jaskier#kaer morons
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Thoughtful Affection
Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader
Summary: Colin always finds himself kissing you without second thought behind it, but sometimes there are kisses shared more thoughtfully than that.
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: just fluff, kissing
A/N: A sweet little idea inspired by my lovely Mille @iliveiloveiwrite <3
Colin Bridgerton was undoubtedly the sweetest man you have ever known, and certainly romantic without question. Not a day would go by where he hadnât made it abundantly clear that he was utterly in love with you, the mere thought of that happening having been one that was preposterous. He loved you so wholly, even, that he found himself doing so as if it were second nature.
One
You stretched for the first time in hours as you awoke that morning, muscles stiff and tired from having laid tangled in one spot for far too long with the love of your life. The day had been utterly melancholy from the very moment you cast your eyes upon the window, trickles of raindrops having trailed down the chilled window panes lining the walls of your room. Not to mention, the heavy patter that had consistently pelted against your home was far too obvious to ignore.
Days like those had been rather perfect, however, providing ample enough reason to stay within the warmth of ruffled blankets and sheets in the arms of your love for that much longer. Besides, who wants to work on a day like this very one anyway?
Your attention is soon brought from the window to the very grip that had squeezed tighter around your waist, a chaste kiss pressed just below your jaw. The action brought the softest of smiles to your face, a laugh falling from your lips at the tickle against your skin. Ruffled curls of brown hair had brush over your cheek as he lifted his head, his eyes barely open and you were quite sure he had barely even been awake. Regardless, the sight was entirely sweet either way.
His cheek was rosy from having been pressed against his pillow, his hair dipping over his eyes. The very tips of your fingers combed through his hair gingerly, trailing down to trace lightly over his cheek, to smooth over his chin. You hadnât missed the way he leaned into your touch, nor did you miss the smile tugging ever so sleepily at the corners of his mouth. He fought desperately against his fatigue to open his eyes, his smile widening within the first moment of seeing you.
His lips were quick to press on yours, languid and gentle and the first of many that day. It was an act without thought behind it, routine one might say. Each and every morning without fail, a kiss is shared in the first fleeting moments of the day. One is always inevitably turned to two, two to four, four until youâve managed to pull yourselves from the comfort of your bed to start the day ahead. It always proved to be a hefty task, but one you never minded in the slightest.
âI thought you were trying to take your leave from my arms, love,â he mumbles, a soft laugh to follow as his nose nudges against yours.
âAs if youâd let me,â you murmur, smiling blissfully at the feel of his lips pressing along your cheek.
âCan you blame me?â He asks, words muffled against your skin as a shiver runs through you. It was one he very much notices, tugging the blanket up further though the warmth of his arms would always undoubtedly suffice.
You simply sigh in amusement, your sigh turning to a laugh as his fingers dance across your hip. The simple sound had made his heart flutter, though he will admit it wouldnât take very much for you to do just that.
âSurely we mustââ he starts, interrupted by a yawn, âwe must not have plans if the weather is so awful, right?â
âThat would simply be ridiculous,â you mumble, sleep having had its hold on you once more.
A kiss is pressed blindly to the corner of his mouth, a hum leaving your lips as you tuck yourself against him comfortably. No further words needed to be spoken to know that the morning would be spent in that very bed, the way youâd rested your head in the crook of his neck was telling enough.
âI love you,â he whispers softly, tenderly.
âI love you.â
Two
The day had been rather busy compared to most others, Colinâs study having looked as though a tornado had swept through the room without a momentâs notice. Papers and maps had lay sprawled nearly anywhere the eye could see, some crumpled and some lay neatly stacked on the mahogany desk. Some are hanging to signify their absolute importance and some remain scattered on the floor without care to pick them up in the current moment.
Several books from the towns library sit stacked on an area of free space, though there was minimal real estate left on the large desk to begin with. You had to step in before he tipped over a half empty bottle of ink onto a map heâd been so keen to use.
âColin, you donât have to be quite so stressed, love. Iâm sure taking a moment to breathe will be just fine,â you sigh, a smile playing on your lips when he stops shuffling through papers and spares you the fondest of glances.
âI want this trip to be perfect, darling. I shall relax once I am in better standing with this planning,â he huffs, running his hand through his hair for what was surely the hundredth time.
You sigh softly and purse your lips, watching him lick the tip of his finger to scan through a book at the top of the pile. Black ink smudged and stained the cuff of his shirt, and you knew that simply wouldnât come out at this point, his jacket strewn over the back of the chair. He was ever so hard on himself when it came to the planning of your travels; he felt everything must be perfect though it really didnât need to be. It could be a trip as spontaneous as the journey to the bakery in town and youâd still cherish it for days and weeks to come. But Colin had been stubborn, insisting it should be wondrous.
You watched as he sorted through the pile of books heâd accumulated, watching his cheeks stain pink and his chest heave with a soft huff. It was a sight entirely too precious.
âYou are terribly cute when youâre flustered, do you know that?â You ask, brushing the hair out of his eyes. It was then that he paused his actions if only for just a brief moment, his hand coming up to rest warmly over top of your own. His smile was something most enamoring, dimpled and sweet as he dropped his quill to the desk.
âAnd darling, you are terribly cute all the time,â he says, the pad of his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. His shoulders slumped as he kissed your palm, parting from you to grab his jacket. âI must return to the library, thereâs just one more book that I know I will need, I promise.â
You sigh softly and tilt your head, a smile gracing your lips nonetheless. âIt is almost closing time, you know.â
He slips on his jacket and grumbles at the sight of the ink stains on his shirt. âAnd that is just why I must make haste.â
He smiles tenderly as he kisses you goodbye, catching the corner of your mouth in his hurried state but he is ever so quick to dip down and kiss you fully, his hand lingering in your own for a few moments longer. He doesnât want to leave, he never does, but he knows he just wonât relax until he retrieves the very book weighing heavy on his mind.
âHurry back?â You call after him.
âAssuredly, my love!â
Three
The Bridgerton family home was quiet for perhaps the first time that day, itâs bustling and energetic family members having since gone to bed for the night. Everyone had come together for a visit back home, only Hyacinth and Gregory having yet to leave the nest. It was nice to be in everyoneâs presence once more, having brought you back to the times youâve spent with the family ever since youâd been a child. Yet, even years later, having married the love of your life and moved to your very own estate, it felt as though nothing had changed.
The two of you found yourselves tucked away on the terrace thatâd overlooked the garden, the stars above you beaming bright as they speckled across the sky. It was tremendously beautiful, and youâd argue it was the best place to gaze above you in all of Londonâthe second being the gardens of your own home.
You could see the tops of every flower, their beauteous scent wafting your way each and every time the breeze blows. Said breeze brings with it the sound of the leaves in nearby trees, wind chimes singing in response to the weather. Not a single cloud hung in the sky as you focused your attention upwards, the cool spring wind washing over your skin as your hand lay enveloped with Colinâs. Your head rested on his shoulder, his rested on your own as he was content to just merely sit with you. This was all he ever truly needed. Not fancy soirĂŠes or expensive dinners, not elaborate outings and ballroom dances. This is all he wanted.
Simple moments were most cherished, ones where few words needed to be spoken. Just your presence alone was something that makes him forever content, no matter what it is youâre doing. You hadnât needed to even be paying attention to him, really, just having you there was leaps and bounds better than not. That fact had always remained true for all the time that heâs known you, he knows that for certain.
Your free hand had been busy fumbling with the button on his shirt cuff, an action entirely absentminded yet one that had brought the softest of smiles to his face nonetheless. He didnât even mind the way your hair blew and tickled just under his nose; the minor inconvenience was worth it so long as you were comfortable. Even the cement of the balcony you sat on wasnât enough for him to be displeased.
âHave you ever wondered just how many stars there are in the sky?â You ask softly, curiously, a laugh leaving his lips.
âI suppose it has crossed my mind a few times,â he murmurs, amusement in his voice as he gives your hand a squeeze. Your own smile is instant at the feeling, at the very sound of his laugh for that matter. âDo you wish to know something?â
You hum in response, shifting your head to look at him better. His smile was tender as he thought of the words residing on the very tip of his tongue, his fingertips dancing overtop the back of your hand. You hadnât missed the breathy laugh he exhaled, though you werenât privy to the look of utter fondness on his expression.
âI love you a thousand times for each star that sits in the sky,â he murmurs, his declaration certain and true. âAnd a thousand times more.â
Your heart flutters at his words, his foot nudging yours to accompany his statement.
âDo you wish to know something?â You ask, lifting your head to look at him fully.
âEnlighten me,â he says, the corner of his mouth quirking up.
You grin adoringly at him, at the way his eyes sparkled in the glowing moonlight and the way he looked at you as if you were the center of the very universe. âI love you a million times for each star that sits in the sky. And a million times more.â
It was far too dark out to see the way a soft crimson stained his cheeks the very same way yours had been. But not enough to miss the way his gaze upon you became impossibly more loving as he blinked at you slowly, tiredly. It was rather late after all, the day having been busy with a family thatâd been a handful, a wonderful handful at that.
âYou really are something, do you know that?â He beams, his expression amused.
âI do indeed.â
He laughs then, quiet and sleepy as his nose bumps against your own and his breath fans warmly over your skin in contrast to the chill of the air. âShould we go to bed now?â
You sigh softly, contently, hand squeezing his. âIâll meet you there in a moment.â
He simply nods, taking in a few more seconds with you until you part briefly. Then, a kiss is pressed to your lips, chaste and fleeting and one given without second thought. A good night kiss is one always shared without fail, no matter the circumstance.
âGood night, darling,â he murmurs.
âGood night.â
One
The ballroom once filled with boisterous and jovial guests had since been quieted upon the end of the event, concluding the need to be ever so proper and talkative with each and everyone whoâd commented on your estate. Scuff marks had remained on the floors from the hours of dancing and socializing, empty cups of lemonade remaining on once lavishly decorated tables. Flowers had been plucked from their arrangements from suitors and gifted to debutants, a few of their petals remaining scattered across the hardwood floors in a snow of soft pinks and creams.
It had been an event most successful, better than you could have imagined for only having hosted twice prior to that evening. Though you will admit, you did have the help from the lovely Mrs. Bridgerton. You owe every compliment to her if you were being honest, for she had a certain style that had been unable to be recreated, unable to be outdone. All of London would be in agreement with such a statement. As beautiful and seamless as everything had been, you would be lying if you said it hadnât been a relief it had all come to a close for the night.
The room seemed to triple in size now that itâd been just the two of you, Colin having shooed away any and all whoâd tried to clean up. It was far too late for even the two of you to be awake, and he felt as though no one should have to clean up such a grand mess at that late of an hour. It would simply be cruel.
âWe did it,â you sigh, twirling to face him with a tired smile. âI think perhaps this just might have been our best ball.â
He smiles adoringly, dimples absolutely adorable as they make their appearance. âYou did it.â
A blush burns your cheeks as he takes your hands, pulling you close for the first time in what felt like ages that night having been tied up in socializing. His blue velvet jacket had since been discarded, draped over the back of a miscellaneous chair. The top few buttons of his shirt had been undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
You were tired as you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, your smile soft yet fond all the same. âYou flatter me, my love.â
âYou must know, I am simply telling the truth,â he murmurs, dipping down to press a kiss to your cheek, one to your jaw, and one just under your ear. You laugh out softly and push at his shoulders, biting the inside of your cheek in a pitiful effort to hide your smile.
His arms tighten their hold around you, twirling you once and leaving your squeal to echo in the room. Your laughter mingled between the two of you, breath dancing warmly on flushed skin in the closeness of your proximity. There was not a moment that went by with him that had been dull, you were sure of it, and you knew there never would be.
âWell, I am simply telling you that I love you,â you say, your grin beaming. âTremendously.â
His smile is pressed to your lips as he kisses you, tender and true as he lips meld with your own. Your laughter dissolves into the moment of affection, the feeling letting loose a thousand butterflies to flutter within his stomach. It was gentle and languid, the utmost of love poured into one single kiss. When he parted he decided he wasnât quite finished yet, pressing one, two, three more kisses upon your lips.
âI love you,â he whispers, âtremendously,â kiss, âassuredly,â and another, âentirely.â
Your grin turns soft as your eyes flutter closed, the moment having been all too dizzying and full of bliss to do just anything else. There you stood, in your very own home with the love of your life. It was wonderful, it was enchanting, it was a life so beautifully yours.
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