#bill - brown jumper

[vanillesuiker]

A mind blowing job (Percy Weasley/fem reader)

Tags: smut, blowjobs, lingerie, overworked Percy Weasley and just general deviousness >:)

A/N: hehe freaky. This was written for my oc, but I edited for an x reader experience. So it might not be the most neutral, but I tried!

Also, some Freaky art drawn by the lovely @bastaardsuiker !! It's not very... risque. So hopefully tumblr won't kill me idk how this works.

This is my first time posting fic on Tumblr (HI!), so if there's something I could do differently in terms of formatting and stuff, please tell me!

Alright now get freaky!

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“I'm almost done, I promise.”

She sighed, staring at the ceiling. Laying in Percy's bed all day while he sat at his desk working on reports for the ministry wasn't exactly what she had planned for today. He was supposed to have a day off, and it was just perfect timing, she just picked up a custom order from a little shop in Diagon Alley. She had planned to change into it quickly when he was clearing his desk up, but at this point it was hard to tell if he would ever get to that.

Instead of showing him what she bought (and hopefully enjoying how much he liked it), she had spent the day helping Molly clean the chicken coop, sitting at a garden table gossiping with Bill and Charlie, and listening in fascination with Arthur to Harry talking about mundane muggle things. And all this time, Percy was just writing away in his room.

The sound of his quill scratching against the parchment was like nails on chalkboard, his quiet muttering while he wrote becoming increasingly frustrating. She felt like a ghost, he seemed to barely notice she was there. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. A devious little idea.

She'd just have to make him remember she was here.

Without trying to be quiet (he wouldn't look anyway, clearly a report on who the responsibility of owl dropping falls to when owls deliver post was more important), she got off the bed, grabbing the brown paper package. Inside was a bundle of dark purple lace, with black ribbons and trims. 

Semi hidden behind a tall, crooked wardrobe, she changed out of her jeans (a new addition that her friends had insisted she looked good in) and Percy's jumper, slipping on the purple dress. It was short, cinching right under her breasts and flowing out from there, and almost completely see through.

She sneaks up behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders. He barely reacts, his quill pausing for only a split second before he continues writing. She leans over, head resting on his shoulder as her hands trail down across his chest. Now he freezes, ink dripping from the quill.

“Almost done?” She whispers, kissing right under his jaw.

“... Almost, I promise.”

She groans, moving her hands back to massage his shoulders. He sighs in response, dropping his quill.

“I've promised that a lot today, haven't I?” Percy mumbles, closing his eyes and letting his head tip back. He looked tired, exhausted even, and suddenly she wasn't angry at him.

Well, maybe a little bit angry at him. But mostly at the ministry, for overworking him so much.

The bags under his eyes were noticeable, his shoulders were so tense, his hair was messy and he somehow still looked so good. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, earning a soft smile from him.

“It was supposed to be your day off today, remember?” Her hands drop from his shoulders again, shamelessly feeling his chest through his dress shirt. “I had plans, Percy.”

He opened his eyes at that, his look of confusion quickly turning into disappointment at himself when he caught just a glimpse of the purple fabric.

“Is that new?”

“Yes, I told you I got something new.” She walks around the chair, and he instinctively pushes it back, making space for her.

“Looks good.” He wanted to hit himself for being so plain about it, but his brain was just fried. She sat down in his lap, straddling him with her hands interlocked behind his neck as she pressed kisses along his jawline.

“You should take a break.” She whispered in his ear, popping one of the buttons of his shirt open. It breaks him, and he finally kisses her.

It's so desperate, from the way he kisses her to the way his hands cling onto her. The entire time he was working, he was so focused on that stupid report that he didn't even realise how tired he was, let alone how badly he needed this. But as soon as her hands made contact with his shoulders, he suddenly couldn't think of anything else.

She opens another button, and then another, kissing down from his jaw to his neck, leaving a trail of red marks down to his chest. Manicured nails rake across his back and he just can't stand it anymore.

With the strength that only desperate Percy has, he picked her up, accidentally knocking against the desk. Something falls over, but he doesn't care, too focused on getting them both to his bed, her giggles muffled by his kiss.

On the bed, she quickly climbs back on top of him, unbuttoning the last buttons of his shirt. Sitting up on her knees, her eyes trail across his body, seemingly not satisfied with the buttons she hadn't undone yet. Before he realised what she was doing, the button of his trousers was popped open, completing her collection.

“Wait…” He whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You don't have to do anything, I was kind of a dick today.”

“My love is unconditional, Percy.” She said proudly, tugging at his pants. “And I want to do this, now lift your hips before I Evanesco these.”

Who was he to refuse that?

All he could do was lay there, watching as she kissed up his thigh, and he almost vanished his boxers himself with how long she was taking. She finally pulled them down, and he was quick to lift his hips again.

For a moment, she just stared at him, hands gripping his thighs. He wasn't sure if he wanted to look away, slightly embarrassed at how easily he got excited by her, but the look on her face was one he'd think about for months from now.

She wraps one hand around him, slowly stroking him while the other hand slid underneath his tank top. His eyes screw shut, giving her the perfect opportunity to take him into her mouth.

He jolts up, hands digging into the mattress as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. His breathing is ragged and his face is completely flushed, the hickeys she sucked into his neck already starting to colour purple. A whimper escapes his lips when she swirls her tongue right around his tip.

She looks at him, a sparkle in her eyes that he knew too well at this point, and slaps a hand over his mouth as she speeds up. A warm hand pushes his hips firmly against the mattress, the other wrapped around him tightly.

“Fuck…” Percy hisses, tilting his head back. “...I don't think I'll… I won't last much longer…”

She only seems to take his warning as a sign to do more, hollowing her cheeks out as she sucks harder. He's already a moaning, sweaty mess, propped up on one elbow as every curse word he ever held in fell from his lips.

His hips struggle against her hand and his teeth dig into his lip as he tries to stop himself from alerting the entire house of his orgasm. He half expects her to pull away, but she just takes as much of him in as possible, continuing to suck him off until he collapsed onto the bed, weakly tugging at her hair to get her mouth off him.

“Please don't stop, I'm so- fuck, I love you, just don't stop, just-”

With what little strength he has left, he glances at her. Her hair is messed up, one of the straps of her dress hangs off her shoulder, and her lips are red and puffy, something white dripping down from her bottom lip.

“Merlin, I think you've killed me.” Percy mumbles, summoning a cup of water from his desk to her with a lazy wave of his wand.

He lays on his bed motionless, too overstimulated to notice the people outside of his room until the door swings open.

“Guys, mum says we're gonna have dinner outsi- Oh my God that's disgusting!” George makes a grossed out face, turning away from half naked Percy and the literal cum dripping from her mouth.

“I'm so telling mum!” Fred stands in the doorway for just a second longer before slamming the door shut and running down the stairs.

“I wish you could've actually killed me.” Percy groans.

She swishes some water around in her mouth, making a grossed out face when she swallows.

“Yuck, you need to drink less coffee.” She sticks her tongue out, setting the cup down. “And your mum is absolutely going to kill us when the fucking chastity squad reports us.”

Percy chuckles a little, too fucked out to really process the consequences. She lays down next to him, nuzzling her face into his neck. It's a peaceful moment, almost picture perfect if it wasn't for the messed up bed and Percy’s pants on the floor. The cracked open window lets in the calm sounds of the countryside, like the wind rustling the grass and the yells of his brothers who just heard what the twins walked into.

“They were doing WHAT?”

[lexithwrites]

Please more sugardaddy moonwater hcs. Pls!!

this might get long sorry (but this is kinda what i wanna write next so pls give me feedback) xoxo

they met through a sugar daddy website that james showed to remus one night (he's on it and is absolutely not telling him that he's met a guy)

remus is so embarrassed at first, he was on tinder like twice and had bad dates because of it so he isn't exactly confident this will work but he does get a lot of attention

he gets messages from kinda old guys, and a few older women, that are either way too pushy with what they want in return for an 'allowance' or just kinda creepy and he almost deletes it

then he gets a message off of someone young, maybe his age, and he's gorgeous

remus is so sure its a scam, no one can look that good and be on an app like this but he messages them anyway when they say hi first, and he asks about them and the guy is regulus arcturus black (he gives his full name, he's a loser) and he's literally just looking for company and someone to spend money on, nothing in return, he doesn't need it

remus is kinda shook because like what?? how is this guy lonely he must have friends but turns out regulus just has rich friends that can buy their own things, he doesn't have anyone to spend time with other than when he goes to family events which he hates

and remus is like okay,,,,maybe drinks first and regulus sends him the location of probably the nicest bar in london and remus is close to passing out because he cannot afford this at all but he said he'd go

he wears his nicest outfit (its a brown jumper and some nice trousers and his converse, he cant afford anything else rn because his cat started a hunger strike against the food he's had for a year and remus had to upgrade, kids eh?)

regulus is already there because he is never a minute late, and checking his rolex thinking he's been stood up but remus runs in like 'hi im so sorry i missed the train hi' and regulus is in love already, just straight up his heart starts hammering in his chest because not only is remus gorgeous in a weird, dorky way but he's just...he's adorable

regulus is calm tho, think levi ackerman levels of expression, he just kinda sits there arms folded and asks remus questions about his life and what he would like as an allowance and remus is just,,,confused?

he asks why regulus wants to spend his money on him and regulus insists he's bored (he's so fucking lonely and wants someone around him to dote on) and just needs a date to events as his parents are giving him shit for being single at 26

remus is unsure but decides fuck it, james can probably throw hands if regulus tried anything, and they agree to attend some gala together for regulus' family and remus says he'll have to get new clothes and regulus then sets up a date the next day to buy him an outfit and its a lil montage of regulus giving remus clothes to try its very cute

and is remus confused and guilt ridden for this man spending money on him? yeah, duh, but also he doesn't have to pay his bills anymore, he has amazing clothes, his stress levels are so fucking low than before, and he likes regulus....he really really likes him

and regulus is getting what he wants, but also he has remus lupin as eye candy and that's an added bonus, and god remus is so adorable and nerdy and he wants to climb him like a tree

also yes remus sees james at the event and he's like what the fuck are you doing here and turns out james is with HIS sugar daddy, aka regulus' brother and its a whole ordeal

and maybe one night regulus invites remus to stay with him for the night because its too late to get the train and he doesn't really want to let remus go and maybe they drink wine and maybe they touch just to see what its like and maybe MAYBE they kiss and make out and fuck slow and deep and then AND THEN—

i might write more if people like this idk,,,,

[carlottawllms]

A Gloomy Winter's Day

Mason Mount x Reader Fluff Word Count: 1.8K

Surprise ✨

The pictures of Mason training in the rain inspired me to write a little sth. Enjoy! And as always, feedback is very much appreciated! 🩷

You sighed quietly as your gaze followed the branches dancing in the rather strong gusts of wind scurrying through the garden every once in a while. It was one of those days when it was better not to set foot outside the door: The sky grey and filled with thick clouds hanging over Manchester, the air cold and on top of that it was drizzling with no end in sight.

When Mason had left the house this morning to go to training, you hadn’t envied him one bit. The look on his face had said everything about how happy he'd been about spending several hours outside, but given it was what paid the bills, he hadn’t had a choice. So after a kiss goodbye and a tired I love you, he’d reluctantly jogged to the car and driven off.

It was just a few days before Christmas so, unlike Mason, you were already off work and could stay at home, and now that you were observing the uncomfortable weather, you couldn't be happier about it.

After Mason had left, you’d put on some warm and cosy clothes and, after a bit of housekeeping, you’d moved to the fluffy carpet in the living room to wrap the rest of the presents. Initially, he’d wanted to do that himself and he’d kept saying he would for days now, but you knew he hated it and didn’t get along with the wrapping paper at all.

A yawn escaping you as you turned the page of your book made you realise that you should probably take a break from reading for and the clock striking three only confirmed your thoughts.

Mason should be on his way back in some mere minutes now, looking forward to a warm house and a relaxing afternoon on the sofa, so you quickly discarded your book to the coffee table and made your way upstairs.

You knew he’d be freezing after running around in the drizzle all morning and you hoped that throwing his jumper and a pair of joggers into the dryer would help him warm up once back home.

After a day like today, Mason had no particular interest in chatting or doing anything else after training so he quickly left Carrington and when he finally pulled the front door of your shared house shut behind him, he couldn't be happier.

Getting rid of his damp jacket and shoes, he trotted into the living room and the sight of you all cuddled up with your legs tucked up underneath your bum made him smile brightly.

This was home.

“Hi, love.”

“Hi.” You quickly unwrapped yourself from the blanket and got up to greet him with a hug. His nose was all cold as he nuzzled his face into your neck and out of reflex, you tried to pull away, but Mason’s grip around you only tightened.

“Mase, no”, you giggled, fighting his hold a little, but no matter how much you tried, he didn’t let go.

“No, you’re warm.”, he whined, face pressing even further into your neck. He felt this urge to push his hands underneath your jumper to feel your warm skin under his freezing hands, but he realised how cruel that would be.

“And you’re cold, baby.”, you laughed, pushing his shoulders a little in an attempt to get him to pull away and after another moment, Mason eventually did.

“Okay, okay.”, he grinned as he locked his gaze on yours. His big brown eyes all soft and full of love. “I missed you.”

The smile taking over his lips made the dimples pop and his eyes crinkle and you were once again reminded of how beautiful he was.

Mason’s grip around your waist tightened when he leaned down to close the gap and meet you in a gentle kiss.

“I missed you, too.”, you whispered against his cold lips, trying to keep him as close as possible. “There’s clothes in the dryer for you, they should be nice and warm by now. Go get changed and I’ll put the kettle on. A tea will warm you up nicely.”

“I know something else that would warm me up nicely.”, he grinned, cheekily pinching your bum.

“Mase.”, you rolled your eyes jokingly at him and his stupid innuendo. ‘If you behave you might get lucky tonight. For now, go upstairs and get changed or you’ll end up getting sick.”

“Fine.”, he grumbled, but the smile on his face gave him away. “I’ll be on my best behaviour then.”

With a pat to his bum, you sent him upstairs before hurrying into the kitchen where you put the kettle on. A tea and some good cuddles were the best thing after a long cold day and although you hadn’t done much today, you couldn’t wait to be on the sofa with him.

Just as you’d put the milk out and the water was about to be ready, you felt a pair of arms snaking around your middle and a warm body pressing up against your back.

“Thanks for warming my clothes, love.”, Mason whispered.  

He kissed your neck softly before burying his face in the crook of your neck and allowing his eyes to fall shut for a moment and your gentle scent to take over and relax him entirely. After running around on the pitch all morning, his legs were sore, and he couldn’t wait to flop down on the sofa with you.

“It smells amazing in here, by the way. What is it?”

“It’s a simmer pot. My mum used to put one up whenever the weather got like this and I thought I’d give it a try. It’s boiling water with oranges, apples, cinnamon sticks, vanilla and some cranberries.”, you explained, pointing out the pot you’d put up on the stove.

“I love it.”, Mason smiled. “Smells homely and comfy.”

“Thank you.” Carefully you poured the hot water into his mug and added the milk before turning in his arms. Your fingers traced his smooth, freckly cheeks – one of his favourite features of his. The hundreds of constellations on his skin like your personal map; a pathway into many universes only you got to explore. “C’mon, let’s get you on the sofa.”

Mason pecked your lips sweetly, fingers squeezing your waist before grabbing the mug and shuffling into the living room. He sat down first, thinking you’d simply cuddle up into his side, but you longed for something else, something closer to him so you placed your legs sideways over his, with your head leaning against his shoulder.

You hummed quietly as he snaked his arm around your waist to keep you close. His fingers running up and down your side and whilst he was sipping away on his tea, a peaceful silence fell over the two of you.

This was by far your favourite way to spend quality time with Mason. Obviously, there was nothing wrong with going out, seeing friends and getting to know new places and you enjoyed all of those things too, but with him being away so much and your stressful job, days like today; simply enjoying each other’s presence had become increasingly valuable to you.

You’d never seen yourself as someone who’d be comfortable in settling down like this, moving in with someone and picturing a whole future with a man, but then you’d met Mason and he’d changed everything. He’d filled a hole in your heart that you hadn’t known was there.

You were pulled from your thoughts when Mason stretched and placed his empty mug on the small side table.

“What about a nap, love?”, he asked, wrapping both his arms around you now and squeezing you to his body. “I feel like we haven’t had one together in forever. I miss cuddling you.”

“We cuddle every night whilst falling asleep.”, you laughed; one of your hands reaching up to scratch the back of his neck gently.

“Nah, that’s different.”

“Oh, yeah? How so?”

“I don’t know it’s just…when we go to bed, I’m all focussed on actually falling asleep, like I can’t enjoy having you in my arms properly. I- Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy it, it’s just…like when we take a nap, I don’t have to fall asleep, so I can focus on you and your warmth and how much I love having you in my arms. It’s…Now that I said it out loud, I feel like it made more sense I my head to be honest.”

You didn’t have to look at him to know he was blushing, but his words had made you feel all warm and mushy.

“It makes perfect sense, Mase.”, you said softly. Nuzzling your nose against the soft skin of his neck, you breathed him in. “It’s like a short pause from life where you don’t have to sleep, but simply snooze away a little whilst properly enjoying each other’s company.”

“Yes.” Mason kissed the part of your face he could reach without pulling you out of his neck. “It’s one of my favourite things to do actually.”

“Mine too.”, you smiled after pulling away from him a little and once you’d locked your eyes on his and cupped his jaw you kissed him lovingly.

A few minutes later you were eventually cuddled up under a fluffy blanket. You half on top of him, your leg trapped in between his and his arms wrapped tightly around you, making sure you felt as safe and warm as possible. After a while, you felt him sneaking his hand under your jumper and you hummed in content at the way he ran it up and down your spine.

“I love you, Mase.”

It wasn’t more than a quiet whisper, but Mason still heard you and just as always, his heart flipped in his chest. Those three words, whether they were whispered, written, said or shouted, would never fail to make him feel warm and fuzzy and overall happy.

When he’d met you, he’d never thought you could fall for him, and it was still hard to believe that he got to have you by his side day by day.

“I love you, too, y/n. So much.”

Mason continued to caress your back until after a while his movements slowed down and eventually stopped entirely. By his deep and even breathing you could tell that he’d fallen asleep, and it didn’t take you long to follow and nod off yourself.

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I genuinely hope you enjoyed reading this. You would make my day if you left a little feedback so I can see what you liked and what I can improve on 🩷

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

Under the cut: a snippet from another random Jily oneshot I started a while back and have never been arsed to finish.

There are terrible venues at which to stage a first date, and then there's a noodle canteen.

Admittedly, a noodle canteen is not the worst place for a first date—his mate Peter once brought a girl to a family funeral—but it is the worst kind of restaurant.

Reason one of two: James can't even order the fucking noodles that the aforementioned noodle canteen is known for. He is not particularly skilled in the art of using chopsticks, and even on a fork, noodles have a pesky habit of sliding off and spattering sauce everywhere, which is a first date Don't. A first date faux pas. A first date tragedy. James only ever goes to this place for its teriyaki salmon soba, but the risk to his shirt and his dignity is too great.

He orders the spicy miso mackerel instead, which comes with brown rice and is tasty, but decidedly not salmon-esque.

Reason two of two: it's a noodle canteen. He and his date aren't sequestered away at a private table, where any other major mistake on his part might go unnoticed by all but the woman he's with, but jammed right at the end of a busy public bench. To James's left sits a man who could easily be found walking calmly away from an explosion in a major Hollywood blockbuster, manoeuvring chopsticks through his own noodles with silky expertise while he listens to his stunning girlfriend talk about some prick from her work, who sounds like a right sort; not that James is eavesdropping, or at least, he'll deny it if anyone asks.

Point is, he's a little off his game.

All right, he's a lot off his game. He's several miles off his game. He'll need to take the Eurostar if he ever hopes to reach the vicinity of his game, but that would leave him in France, which is the only scenario that could make this evening worse.

At the very least, it's warm here in the restaurant. It's colder than his vegetable crisper outside.

"Is your food good?" he asks Chloë from Hinge.

Chloë from Hinge, who suggested the noodle canteen in the first place, pops a generous forkful of kimchee into her mouth and shrugs. "Yeah, it's alright."

James tries not to be put off by the fact that she's speaking to him through a wide-open mouthful of fermented cabbage. Or that they both promised to wear Christmas jumpers on this date and she turned up in a silver halter dress instead.

He wonders if she's spoken through a wide-open mouthful of fermented cabbage because she wants to put him off.

It's not beyond reason to think it. Chloë's interest in James appears to have waned since she asked him for his astrological sign over their gyoza starters and replied, "Wow, huge red flag" upon learning that he is Aries, and with such blunt distaste that he's still not sure if she was joking, because she did not clarify her position during the awkward silence that followed. Everything has been weird since then, with James feeling forced by circumstance to supply most of the conversation while she's stared at him with glazed-over eyes, has not asked to see a single picture of his cat, and winced when she learned that he shares a flat with his brother.

Is that a bad thing, sharing a flat with one's brother at his age?

James is only twenty-five, which is practically the first flush of youth and not nearly old enough to cross the roommate-having threshold that separates "pushing it" from "downright embarrassing." The downright embarrassing age is forty, which he thought everyone knew.

Besides, Sirius hasn't yet learned to function properly without him. He'd forget to take his vitamins and wouldn't set up standing orders to pay his bills, if he didn't live with James. He wouldn't know to separate whites from darks when he laundered his clothes—or maybe he wouldn't launder his clothes, just purchase more clothes whenever they grew dirty. James has had to learn to handle all of that stuff because he lives with Sirius. In many ways, it has been excellent practice for fatherhood, which should count as a plus in his favour. Chloë's profile says she wants to have kids.

And while James is hard-wired to believe that, when it comes to women, he must be the one to blame when things go wrong… he's starting to think that Chloë might be the problem.

He's really not sure what's happened. She called him fit a bunch of times on Hinge, where they got along quite well.

Now she seems annoyed to be here.

If he could, he'd ask the too-attractive and intelligent-seeming couple next to him for their thoughts on the matter, but they're happily enjoying their cherry blossom lemonades and the woman (who is eating teriyaki salmon soba, an extra rub of salt in the wound) has already slanted one-too-many pitying half-smiles in his direction. So she probably thinks the fault all lies with him.

"It's bloody cold out there, isn't it?" he offers, which is just pathetic, really. The weather was the first topic they touched on when they sat down, but she's not been buying anything else he's selling, so here they are again.

His other option is to explain the work that goes into taking care of the adult toddler he lives with, but he doubts that she'll be interested.

"Freezing," Chloë replies, addressing her cabbage.

"Makes me wish I was on a beach somewhere."

"Yeah. That'd be nice."

"Last time I was on holiday I was with my family in Greece. One day it was so hot my mum said you could fry an egg on the ground, so we tried it—my brother and I—but it barely wound up partially cooked," he starts to ramble. "She was all grouchy when we told her about it, said we shouldn't take her words so literally, but she's a chef, so I personally think she was mad that we'd found a chink in her knowledge."

"Mmm," his date agrees. Then she drops her chopstick on the table with an ungainly clatter. "D'you mind if I go to the toilet?"

Freedom! his mind sings. Whole MINUTES of sweet freedom from this torture! "Go right ahead."

Chloë doesn't need telling twice. She slides off the edge of the bench and unfurls at speed, rising to her high-heeled feet with the slightest wobble and shouldering her purse. James watches her retreating back as she hurries away, thankfully (or tragically) in the direction of the toilets, rather than the exit.

He's not sure how he feels about that.

As humiliating as it would be to get ditched in a noodle canteen, the relief of ending this night early would almost be worth the trouble.

With a laboured sigh, he pushes both hands through his rumpled hair once, then bows his head over the long table in a move reminiscent of a lonely Ken, one elbow on either side of his plate, cradling his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

The sooner he gets out of here…

"Sounds like your mother wound up with egg on her face," quips the beefcake.

James lifts his head from his hands at once.

"Oh god, Kingley," the beefcake's stunningly pretty girlfriend (James can only assume she's his girlfriend, like calls to like and all that) groans, regarding him with disgust. "That was too cheesy to stomach, I'm leaving right now."

The beefcake ignores her and twists in his seat to face James. "You know that your date's not interested, yeah?"

"I'd gleaned that."

"I mean it's been painful to witness. Hasn't it?" The beefcake (Kingsley?) turns back around to solicit his companion's opinion, but she merely (kindly?) rolls her eyes and tosses a lock of red hair behind her shoulder with great delicacy and grace. "Just awkward as arse. I'm almost queasy thinking about it."

[bullet-prooflove]

Worth Waiting For: David Hale x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hatersaremymotivators @bennykk @kelpies-shed

Companion piece to Graffiti & Crime Wave

David is being stood up, he’s sure of it and so is the waiter who drifts past him for the third time with a sympathetic expression on his features. He’s been sitting in the bistro for almost forty five minutes and you still haven’t showed up. He’s tried to call you but it just goes straight to voicemail. He should have known better. A girl like you and a guy like him…

Yea, it was never going to happen.

You’re fun, bright, vibrant and he’s…

The type of guy that turns up fifteen minutes early because if you’re on time you’re late.

He takes his wallet out of his pocket and puts a few bills underneath his empty soda glass before raising to his feet and heading towards the door. It’s a thirty minute drive back to Charming and he’s not looking forward to being alone with his thoughts.

It’s when he gets out onto the street that you run into him literally. You’re wearing a beige, cable knit jumper over black, high waisted trousers. Your hair is pulled back into a messy bun, loose tendrils fall around your features. His breath hitches because  truly you are the most striking woman he’s ever laid eyes on.

The brown, leather portfolio slips from underneath your arm, spilling paper out across the street. You curse loudly and he can’t help but smile because you’ve always had a little spitfire in you. He crouches down to help you gather them up, noticing as a pink flush creeps across your cheeks.

“Sorry, I’m such a mess today.” You say as you try to gather up the paperwork. “My professor wanted to talk to me after class, by the time I got out my piece of shit phone battery had died. I’m surprised you’re still here…”

“I thought you stood me up.” He admits as he tries to sort the documentation into some sort of order.

“No,” You say shaking your head as you raise to your feet trying to jam the paperwork back into your portfolio. “I was really looking forward to tonight. I’m sorry I know I fucked it up, we won’t make the movie…”

You’re spinning out a little, he can see it. He thinks the conversation with your professor has knocked you off kilter. He has some idea of what you discussed, he guesses it’s to do with the brochure for the San Franisco Art Institute he’s currently holding in his hand.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks you, handing the brochure back to you. “Over dinner with me?”

Your eyes flicker up to meet his and in that moment you realise what he’s giving you. A safe space to work through your feelings, to talk through the opportunity you’ve been presented with. You’ve never had that with a man before, you’ve never wanted it but David, he’s not like those boys you’ve run around with in the past. He gets you in a way that no one else has. He actually wants to listen to you, to understand you.

“I know it can be overwhelming, suddenly having options.” He says as he guides you back towards the bistro. “Options you may have thought were previously out of your reach.”

His palm comes to rest on your lower back as he holds open the door for you. The scent of your perfume floods his senses, dark cherry with a warm amber undertone. It’s a sensual aroma, one that makes him think of summer.

You pause before you head inside, raising up on tiptoes before you press your mouth to his. The kiss is soft, tender. David has never felt something so sweet.

“Thank you.” You say softly, your fingertips ghosting over his cheek. “For waiting for me.”

He smiles as he clasps your hand to his face, his lips brushing over the pulse point of your wrist as he looks into your eyes and says.

“I have a feeling you’re worth waiting for.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[startseeingstars]

Fireflies - Possum (Welcome to Willits)

CH01

The sun beat down on me relentlessly, making the sweat drip from my forehead as I trudged down the dusty road. My feet felt heavy with each step, the heat radiating off the pavement making it feel like I was walking through an oven. I had tied my jumper around my waist to try and cool off, but even in winter, the walk was draining. Three miles to the closest town, and not a single car had passed by for what felt like forever. My car had broken down, and after waiting for what seemed like an eternity for some kind soul to offer a ride, I’d realized it was up to me to get to the town on foot.

By the time I reached the small, sleepy town, my legs were aching, my throat dry, and I was desperate for a break. The mechanic’s shop wasn’t hard to find — a few scattered tools outside, an old neon sign flickering above the door. The sound of some old-timey jazz crackled from a beat-up stereo inside, adding a weird charm to the place. I stepped toward the garage and caught sight of just a pair of legs sticking out from under a car. I cleared my throat before calling out, unsure if anyone would even hear me.

A moment later, the legs jerked back, and a woman slid out from under the car with a grease-smeared face, her hair pulled back into a messy bun. She stood up, chewing gum, looking me up and down before nodding.

“You need a tow?” Her voice was cool, direct, and she didn’t seem bothered by the grease stains or the fact that her clothes were worn and weathered.

“Yeah,” I said, feeling a little relieved. “I’ve got a car about three miles out. I’m hoping you could take a look at it.”

She checked the wall clock, nodding as if she’d already decided. “Alright, meet me back here in thirty minutes.”

I could’ve kissed her. Instead, I just smiled gratefully. “Thanks.”

As she went to get her tools, I walked over to the gas station I’d passed on the way in. The bell above the door jingled as I entered, and I headed straight for the restroom. There were a couple of people milling around, but only one caught my attention — a guy with wavy brown hair that reached just below his shoulders. He was making his way toward the bathroom and dropped a huge backpack against the wall before disappearing inside. I assumed he was a hitchhiker, or something similar.

When I came out of the restroom, I noticed another guy leaning over the pack, rummaging through it like he owned the place. The shop owner was nowhere to be found, but I saw this guy stuff some loose bills into his pockets. A flash of irritation shot through me, and I didn’t hesitate.

“Hey,” I said, my voice sharp. “Is that yours?”

The guy jerked back, clearly startled, but then he straightened up, trying to act tough. “Y-yeah.” His voice cracked slightly.

“Whatever you took,” I said, my voice unwavering, “put it back.”

His eyes flickered for a second, like he was about to say something back, but before he could, the store owner appeared, looking perfectly unbothered. He had this calm, laid-back vibe to him, but there was also a distinct scent of weed hanging around him, and his posture had that lazy confidence about it.

“You lose something in there?” he asked casually, his eyes flicking over to me, then to the guy.

The thief quickly stammered, “I was just checking out the brand,” but I didn’t buy it.

“Yeah, whatever,” I muttered, watching the interaction unfold.

“You ever heard of karma?” I asked, unable to resist the urge to throw it in.

The guy hesitated before shaking his head. “No, uh, I just thought it looked more expensive from over there.”

The store owner didn’t miss a beat, though. He pulled out a crumpled wad of cash from his pocket and offered it to the guy with a smooth smile. “Here, I won’t deny the needy.”

I saw the flicker of anger in the thief’s eyes as he grabbed the cash, but before he could snap back, the owner held his arm out, as if blocking me. Out of nowhere, a tall guy appeared and grabbed the thief by the arm, pulling him away with an apologetic glance back at us.

I turned to look at the owner, my mind still buzzing from the exchange. The guy beside me with the wavy hair, his strong features softened by the kindness in his eyes, watched the whole thing quietly.

“I think he took some money from your bag,” I said, stepping forward, suddenly feeling protective.

The guy gave me a soft, almost amused smile as he gently took my wrist. “Don’t sweat it,” he said, his voice low and relaxed. “Money’s just another social construct.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little, feeling a weird sense of ease about him. “Doesn’t it bother you that he stole from you?” I asked, genuinely curious.

He shrugged, his eyes sparkling with that same calm energy. “Nah, nothing bothers me anymore, man. I’ve transcended that way of thinking.” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his perspective.

“What’s your name?” He asked, stepping closer. He looked me dead in the eye, his gaze steady and thoughtful. I wasn’t used to this much direct eye contact, but I found myself drawn in by his deep blue eyes, as if they could see right through me.

“Ashlyn,” I said, breaking the silence, my lips curving into a smile.

“Possum,” he replied, his lips tugging into a smile that reached his glazed over eyes. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Like O’Possum?” I asked, amused by his name.

He nodded, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small, self-aware grin. “That’s what it says on my birth certificate. Only I dropped the ‘O,’” he said, shrugging. “It was all I could think about… my silent ’O.’”

I chuckled again, shaking my head in disbelief. “Right,” I said, trying not to laugh too much at the randomness of it all. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Possum.”

“Yeah, you too,” he said with a warm smile as I turned to leave.

I wandered around the store, grabbing a couple of snacks, before heading back to the mechanic’s shop.

The mechanic was already waiting, and I felt a strange, almost magnetic pull to the thought of seeing Possum again. I didn’t know why — he was a stoner, a wanderer, someone who didn’t seem tied down by anything. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. There was something calming about him, like he had figured out the trick to letting life roll off his shoulders.

The car ride back to my broken-down vehicle was a blur. My mind kept wandering back to him. I secretly hoped I’d run into him again.

[the-fiction-witch]

Lil Lady

Media - Godless (Netflix) Character - Whitey Winn (Teenager) Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n (Teenager) Rating - Smut Word Count - 2396

(Underage 17 Year Olds! Warning!! This was requested! and I did look it up New Mexico which is where Laballe is in 1888 the AOC was 16 but still I added a warning!)

I grabbed my jacket from the hook beside the door, slipping the brown leather over myself, I grabbed my hat, pushed back my hair and sat it on my head, giving my upper lip a slight stroke to keep the hair presentable.

“Alright… night Sheriff,” I told him,

“Night whitey, careful in your walk home,” Bill told me from his desk,

“I'll be fine,” I answered as I pulled open the door headed out the sheriff's office, and began making my way down the porch, little did he know. I ain't going home.

I snuck my way across town doing my best not to be spotted by anyone who might rat me out before I arrived at the stables, I fixed my gun belts, my shirt and my face giving my breath a check before I snuck inside. I walked the hay and straw-covered floor passing the few horses in for the night, giving my horse Ted a rub on the nose as I passed him. Before I walked to the last stable merely used for storage and that's where I saw her.

Y/n stood fixing some of the hay into a make shift-cosy corner in her usual boots, stockings, little purple dress, her Y/H/C hair in a sweet updo, her little skin glimmering in the light of the lantern hung above, she hummed to herself a little as she worked.

I let my smirk grow and tipped my hat a little up my head before leaning my arm on the stable doorway, I parted my lips and wolf-whistled at her.

"Phhuuwwweeeeet-Phheeew!"

She stood and turned to face me her hand on her hip, "Evening,"

"Evenin' Y/n" I smirked back,

"What are you doing here Deputy Winn?" she teased,

"Humm, well just lookin' after Labelle lil lady," I teased her back, "Why? what are you doin' here?"

"Nothing much," she shrugged, "Just wonderin' if I may get a visit from a handsome deputy boy tonight?"

"Well that depends, don't it? Your daddy know you're out?"

"No," she cooed coming closer,

"Humm, You let anyone see ya on the way?"

"No," she came even closer,

"Hummm... Ya fancy a roll in the hay with the deputy?"

"Mhm," she now stood within my reach,

"Well then, one last question lil lady," I smirked wrapping my arms around her waist,

"Yes, whitey?" she giggled wrapping her arms around my neck,

"Ya think ya can be quiet?" I smirked rubbing the tip of my nose on hers,

"Never." she shook her head,

"That's my girl," I smirked pulling her into a hot and heavy kiss, "Ummm I've missed ya, lil lady," I kissed her passionately stroking my hands over that perfect body, she kissed me harder and clawed her nails at the back of my jumper, I eagerly pulled back lifting her up under her thighs and laying her down in the hay with me sitting over her with my legs either side of her, I smirked and began slipping my jumper off, before unbuttoning every button of the shirt but keeping it on just in case we got disturbed, quickly returning to her lips holding her face in my hand as we kissed. She stroked her hand down to my belt "Impaient tonight lil lady," I cooed,

"I've missed you," she pouted squirming her little hips against the hay,

"Have ya now? Humm well your daddy has kept my lil lady locked up in that big old house without me to take care of her. Not surprised you're a little... desperate for me Y/n," I smirked as I pulled off my belts, she took no time to grab my hands and moved them to the hem of her dress, I reconnected our lips and slowly pulled up her dress pushing higher and higher to her waist, as our tounges began to explore one another's mouths my hands trailed down luckily feeling her stockings where only thigh highs so I didn't need to tug them down, I grabbed her thighs giving them a good squeeze which made her gasp, I had to admit I stopped and admired her lower body. I kissed her neck and kissed down her chest squeezing her breast through her dress, "fuck ya feel so good!" I groaned but forced me back to her lips by my hair and grabbed me by the hem of my trousers forcing the gap between us to close.

"Ummmm ya really have missed me lil lady." I growled quickly, undoing them and pulling out my hard shaft, stroking her hand across myself tenderly so I knew I was at my best for her, "uhhhh!" I gasped my head throwing back a little, she smirked and opened her legs wide stroking her pussy almost invitingly and I sure as hell didn't need to be told twice, I held the base of my shaft to guide myself expecting some difficulty given I hadn't used my hands or my mouth for her but she was soaked! I slipped in so easily you'd think I'd have been eating her out for three hours! But she felt so good! Everything I have ever wanted to feel around me! Uhh, I admit I think I went a bit crazy "Ughhh! Y/n! lil lady! Ummmm! Ya so wet... Ummmm ya must have been beggin' for me," I groaned, I wasted no time to absolutely fucking destroy her! we both tried to be quiet but often let small groans and moans slip often kissing just to keep quiet, which only made me want to be harder and more intense, I knew I was close ... "Y/n... Lil lady, please... Uhhhh! I need ya!" I whined kissing her neck and leaving her with a few hard hickeys

"a little longer whitey... please," she gripped my arms and started to dig her nails into my skin,

"umm yeah? ya close ya need me lil lady, we both know ya need me as bad as I need ya, come on... just a lil scream for me? Maybe your daddy might hear ya and see his cute little daughter getting fuckin' raw dogged by the town deputy" I growled making sure to keep going I knew I was so desperate biting my lip and squeezing my eye shut trying to do hard not to cum just yet but I didn't have to wait long as she tightened around me and squirting down onto the hay squealing in my ear not loud enough to be heard outside the stable but that nose was enough to take me over the edge, "uuuuuuuhhh-uuughhhh!" I buried myself as deep inside her as possible my hips jerking in odd angles beyond my control "fuck -" I gasped, "I love ya, Y/n..."

"I love you too whitey," she giggled a little we both laughed and shared a sweet kiss before we cuddled up in the pile of hay.

I sat at my desk fiddling with an old dented bullet I found lying around, tossing and rolling it between my fingers without much of a thought as Bill sat at his own desk doing ... I don't know, I didn't ask.

Suddenly the office door flew open and immediately I knew something was up, it was Y/n's father he marched in and glanced around the office until he saw me.

“You little bastard.” He yelled before he grabbed me by the jumper and forced me from my seat lifting me like I was nothing and tossing me onto the hard dusty dirt outside, of course, I yelled and everyone began to crowd around. “You really think you are gonna get away with this. You dirty little bastard. After what you did to my daughter!” He yelled as he began kicking me hard in the stomach so much so that I coughed blood, without even a chance to get to my gunbelt.

“Daddy stop please!” Y/n begged him as he forced him away from me, “Please Daddy it wasn't his fault.”

“No! Not his fault he knocked you up!”

“I what!” I coughed,

“You knocked my baby girl up! She's seventeen you pervert!”

“So am I!” I choked out not sure why I thought that would help me but my head was spinning and I was very much in pain,

“You little fucker I'll kill you!” He yelled grabbing one of my guns and pointing it at me,

“No! Daddy please!” Y/n screamed,

“Drop the weapon!” Bill demanded pointing his shotgun at her father's head,

“Are you okay whitey?!” she came to comfort me holding my head in her hands,

“Just peachy lil lady” I groaned as she slowly helped me to sit up,

“Thanks for waitin' till after I got the shit kicked out of me,” I complained,

“You knocked her up whitey I ain't stopping her daddy kicking your head in,” Bill said,

“That's fair.” I sighed,

“drop it, sir.”

“He knocked up my daughter I'm blowing his brains out” her father yelled,

“Whitey may be a very very stupid boy and believe me you are well within your rights to kick the shit out of him however. That is my deputy and you pull that trigger, I'm pulling this one we clear?”

He groaned but dropped my gun,

“Look… I know I fucked up, but I promise ya I never meant to get Y/n in trouble. And … I know we're young but I'm more than happy to marry her. Help her through all this. Raise our little one together” I cooed holding her hand,

“You mean it whitey?”

“Course I do, I love ya lil lady, and I love our lil baby too,” I told her I tried to kiss her but he grabbed her by her hair and dragged her away, "Y/n!" I screamed in panic grabbing my gun from the ground, "Let her go." I demanded,

"How I discipline my slut of a daughter is no concern of yours," he told me,

"Whitey put it down," Bill demanded,

"Yeah... problem is, you just told me she's pregnant. means you're manhandling the mother of my child and the baby inside her! let her go, or I will blow your fucking brains out."

"You don't have the nerve," her father smirked,

I pulled the hammer back on my gun aiming it squarely in the centre of his forehead, "Try me."

He let her go so I lowered my gun,

"You are not to see my daughter again,"

"But I-"

"I don't care! You are not to see my daughter ever again!" He demanded, "You are not to see her, look at her, think about her,"

"She's pregnant, let me do the right thing and marry her. I promise I'll take care of her."

"You've done enough!"

"Then what about the baby, My child! You expect me to never look at them?"

"Trust me, they won't be staying here not near you." He said, "Y/n come on. Home."

"Daddy please I-" she began,

"Now!" he demanded,

"I- I'm sorry whitey," she said between her tears,

"Y/n... Lil lady please..." I begged her, but she followed her father.

I did my best not to be discovered as I stood around the side of the house, I held my breath watching as the door slammed shut and her father headed down the porch and towards the Labelle saloon, as soon as he was gone I smirked and climbed up the wall into the window. Where she was sitting in bed in her cute little white maternity dress with her little baby bump, she sat on her bed knitting and I almost wanted to cry.

"Awww Lil lady, ya look so adorable!" I cooed,

"Hi whitey," she giggled,

"Come here," I cooed sitting on her bed and peppering her face with kisses, "and come here you," I cooed kissing her bump, "aww hello lil one, I know I know daddy missed ya too," I whined,

"he's been kicking all day missing his daddy,"

"I know, I know I'm sorry. I wish your father went out more often. I feel like I've barely seen ya,"

"I know, I keep trying to make him go out,"

"I wish I could come cuddle ya every day, I miss our little one so much."

"I do too," she smiled, "I know you'd want your head glued to my belly Whitey,"

"Course I do, I wanna hear and feel every inch our lil one moves," I cooed peppering her tummy with kisses, "Last time I was here he was half this size,"

"I know, he's getting bigger every day,"

"He'll be arriving soon," I cooed, "Y/n..."

"Yes, whitey?"

"I know we have both been tryin' to talk to your father..." I sighed, "And neither of us is gettin' anywhere with him we've tried everythin' we can. And ya know the moment the baby comes, he'll pack ya up and send ya off east with your aunt." I told her holding her bump and looking into her beautiful Y/e/C eyes,

"I know..." she said sadly stroking her bump,

"But I have an idea,"

"An idea?"

"Pack ya stuff, lil lady." I cooed,

"What?!"

"Pack up, take everythin' we need, load Ted up and head off west, buy ourselves a bit of land with our savin's and raise our baby together. I couldn't be happier, a little place with my lil lady, my lil baby." I cooed, "We can start our life together as soon as the baby comes, just come with me. And I'll marry ya first chapel we find on the road!"

"Whitey do... do you mean it?"

"I mean it!" I kissed her forehead, "Just come with me,"

"...yes." She gasped,

"You- Ya will!"

"I will, help me pack up things for baby and we'll be gone before he gets home."

"Let's do this lil lady," I cooed kissing her sweet lips,

We packed up her room with all her little dresses, her trinkets and all the little things for the baby. I packed myself up and we loaded up our bags onto Ted, I helped Y/n up onto the horse and I climbed on behind her my hands taking the reins and sitting on her thighs, often stroking her baby bump,

"Ya need to stop just tell me?"

"I will," she nodded,

"You ready lil lady?"

"I'm ready," she cooed, "Let's go,"

"Let's go." I nodded, "I love ya, Y/n,"

"I love you too Whitey,"

We shared a gentle kiss and I gave Ted a gentle kick and we started off on a slow walk out of Labelle and away to a whole new future together.

[kaijukyru]

Snippet of the BobaDin Twister AU

Yeah...I've been writing bits and pieces here and there because it just will not leave my mind! So...this is the first page and a half. So let me know if you guys wanna see more.

Also, for more information about this Au, click here.

White, fluffy clouds stood out in the sea of blue above a gray 1979 Ford Bronco. It was modified, turning into an open-bed pickup truck that had once held probes and weather instruments. Within the cab, Din Djarin shifted gears as he drove, his hand never leaving the shifter. He simply stared ahead at the road in front of him, not even glancing at the wide-open fields that encased the road from both sides. 

A small hand suddenly patted the back of his, making him glance over to the passenger seat where two, dark brown eyes stared at him, a toothy grin accompanying them. He felt the corner of his lips twitch slightly before lifting up the hand and ruffled the 9-year old's light brown hair.

“Are you excited?” Din asked the boy, who nodded, the grin growing wider. 

“I bet they’ll be super excited to see you.”

He turned his head forward again and he could see a familiar group of cars parked in a field that sat at the end of a short driveway. It was obvious that they were getting things in order and setting things up for data from a nearby storm that was rolling in the distance. 

He pulled up, parking the care and turning the truck off before unbuckling the boy and picking him up. He opened the door and got out before putting the kid on the ground.

He didn’t even make it two feet away from his truck when he heard his son give a happy squeak and, when he glanced over, saw that Drash had scooped the boy up and was pretty much gushing over him. The corner of his lips twitched upward before noting Skad walking over to him.

“Hey man!” Skad grinned as he and Din collapsed hand before Skad pulled him into a hug. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing good.” Din smiled before they pulled a part.

“Are you still working in the stormy field?”

“Of course I am. Just behind the desk.”

“Sounds boring.” Skad snorted.

“It pays the bills and I don’t have other’s breathing down my neck about bringing Grogu with us on chases.” Din paused for a beat. “Hey, where’s Boba?”

Skad seemed like he was waiting for that question and nodded over to their right. “Over by the Doppler. It broke down again.”

“Broke down?”

“Yeah…we’re running out of funds.”

Din frowned before looking over. His eyes were drawn to A dark dark brown bus that was obviously converted. It had a platform  on top that was stabilized to the roof and on the platform was the doppler dish, sturdy as ever. Standing just next to it was a bald man in a white muscle shirt and a dark green jumper with the top half of it wrapped around the waist. 

He felt his nerves acting up at the sight of the other, which made him slightly angry at himself. This wasn’t something to be nervous about. It’s just signing over half of their shared ownership over their team. Nothing more, nothing less.

[the-al-chemist]

The Prodigal Son

For Day 3 of @thethreebroomsticksfic’s Weasley Week, I present a little Percy angst.

Warnings: mentions of Christmas, when right now it’s only October.

December 1995

It was Christmas Eve, and in the Ministry of Magic Headquarters, work was slowly grinding to a halt. From the window of his office on the uppermost floor, Percy had a clear view of the festive memos that left a trail of glitter in their wake as they flew back and forth across the atrium. Far below, colleagues were bidding one another glad tidings, and the fireplaces flashed green as staff clocked off and went home to the families impatiently waiting for them to return.

Now that day was growing late, Percy must have been one of the only people left working. He was certainly the only person left on his floor; even the Minister for Magic himself had gone home to the bottle of brandy that he said was calling his name. As he left, he had praised Percy for his commitment to his work.

Percy was committed to his work. If it were not for his conscientiousness, he would never have secured such a prestigious job role at such a young age. He was living proof that diligence and determination could get a person far in life.

In truth, however, it was not his excellent work ethic that kept him at his desk this Christmas Eve. It was more of a case of him having nowhere better to be.

Still, as the lights in yet more office windows deluminated, and the crowds down in the atrium dwindled further, Percy had to admit that he longer wished to remain where he was. He may have only had a tiny, empty, and extortionately expensive flat to return to, but being there alone couldn’t be worse than being alone at work. He could hardly spend the night before Christmas sleeping at his desk, after all.

He passed no one in the corridor on his way to the elevator, but as its doors opened on the second level, he was joined by a tall and familiar-looking wizard a few years older than him. The wizard had dark brown hair and fine lines around eyes, and a stack of books floated in the air beside him.

“Evening, Weasley,” he said. “Merry Christmas.”

Percy’s Christmas was unlikely to be merry, but he forced a smile and replied stiffly, “And to you, Davies.”

“I heard about your dad’s accident. He’s out of St Mungo’s now, isn’t he?”

In response to Chester Davies’ question, Percy gave a curt nod and made a humming noise. He had not visited his father during his stay in hospital. He felt guilty about not doing so, but given the way the two of them had argued the last time they spoke, he imagined that his presence would not have been particularly conducive to a speedy recovery. Percy had not yet entirely forgiven his father for the things he had said during their argument; he could only presume that the lingering resentment was mutual.

“Your family must be relieved to have him home for Christmas,” Chester continued. “I suppose that there’ll be a lot of you at your parents’ house this year.”

The way he spoke made it sound like another question, and Percy felt compelled to answer.

“I’m not certain,” he said. “I’m not spending Christmas with them this year. Too busy with work.”

Chester looked almost disappointed, but he quickly recovered himself as the elevator came to a halt and opened out into the atrium.

“Well, when you see your dad, give him my best. And your mum and Bill, too.”

Percy couldn’t bring himself to tell Chester that he would not be seeing his family to give them anything. Not that he hadn’t been sent anything from them. Just that morning a soft parcel had been delivered to his flat with a label written in his mother’s hand. He knew without having opened it what would be inside. Every year since he could remember his mother had knitted him and each of his siblings a jumper. It was a tradition, just as much as the turkey on the table, the gnome on top of the tree, and stockings opened beside the roaring fire.

Without warning, Percy was struck with a sudden pang of homesickness, one that he couldn’t ignore. He wished profoundly that he had never argued with his father, that he had never left the Burrow, that he could be there now enjoying Christmas with his family.

But, he thought, perhaps he could. He had assumed that he would be unwelcome, but if his mother had sent him a jumper, then maybe she would have left a place at the table for him as well. The more he considered it, the more Percy was certain that this was the case. The jumper was more than just a gift, it was an olive branch. It was his mother’s way of saying that he was still loved, that he still belonged. Surely, he would still be welcomed with open arms. After all, what was Christmas if not a time for forgiveness?

His mind made up, Percy stopped in a Muggle shop in the London street above the Ministry of Magic and bought a large bottle of sherry, the most expensive in the shop. He tucked it under his arm and ducked into an alleyway so that he could Disapparate without being seen.

He thought longingly of the Burrow, of home, of the ramshackle house with its drafts and mess and the wailing ghoul in the attic. He thought of the piles of shoes in the porch and numerous odd socks in the washing and the chickens that pecked in the yard. He thought of the warm woollen blankets, the smell of his mother’s cooking, and the cosy golden glow of the lights that shone through the windows during the darkest nights. He took a deep breath and smiled as he Apparated to the front garden, where he found the house…

Empty.

The place was silent. The lights were all off. No one was home. It was Christmas Eve, and the Weasleys were elsewhere. Percy didn’t know where exactly, because no one had bothered to invite him. Clearly, no one missed him that much.

Percy was half-helplessness, half-bitterness. He felt like a small child, lost and alone. He felt like an old man, aching and world-weary. More than anything, he felt angry. His anger only increased when he returned to his flat to see the still-unopened gift his mother had sent him resting on the table.

Jaw clenched and fingers trembling, he picked up the parcel and carried across the room to the window, where his owl Hermes was resting on his favourite perch.

“Take it back,” he told Hermes, who blinked at him and let owl a low and doleful-sounding hoot in response. “Just take it back.”

His voice was louder than he’d intended it to be, and his eyes began to sting. Hermes ruffled his feathers, but he took the strings of the parcel in his talons. Percy exhaled.

“Thank you,” he said, gentler this time. He stroked the feathers on the top of Hermes’ head with the back of one finger. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

As he opened the window to let the bird out, a chill entered. Percy steeled himself against it, welcoming the feeling of physical discomfort, appreciating the way it distracted him from the pain he felt in his heart. And as the last friend he had left in the world disappeared into the midwinter night sky, carrying the last piece he had left of his family, the clock struck midnight.

It was Christmas, and Percy was all alone.

[soullessfawn]

Witness

Grian wasn’t a good person.

He helps at the bird shelter, throws dollar bills into hats for street performers, is a shoulder to cry on for his friends, tutors teenagers in the art of sculpture and inner expression at the local high school, but that didn’t make Grian a good person.

A good person would speak up about the things that go bump in the night, wouldn’t let it stand, yet he was too afraid to, knowing that for some reason his quiet mouth was the only reason he hasn’t been one of the taken.

Grian lives in an old house at the edge of town, passed down through his mothers bloodline, but because his parents never had a girl before there… Turns out he was the only relative that could take the house, and so he became its prisoner.

When the sun meets the horizon, all of Grian’s window shutters would pop up, no matter what he did they’d stay open until the sunrise the next morning. Bolting them, gorilla glue, staples, prayers, nothing worked to keep the things closed.

Grian was just thankful that the windows themselves listened to him. Once all the light from the sun is shadowed, the night actually begins.

Grian could always tell when the sun had fully set, even if he was in the bathroom, which had no windows. The feeling of eyes on his back turned its ugly head, the prickling up his neck telling him that he was being watched would crawl up his spine, settling between his shoulder blades and reminding him what he was about to witness.

No matter how hard he tried to keep his eyes away from the dark spots in his house, it only took a passing glance to see them.

They didn’t have a physical form, more like a mental one, Grian if he had to describe them would say they looked like the biblical description of angels, but slightly off. With eyes, wings and body parts twisted and wrong, the darkness would show him the creatures from his nightmares.

Grian started calling them Watchers after a month into owning the house.

The Watchers loved it when he spotted them, seeming to get more rowdy and productive if he caught their eyes. The lights flickered when the night started and so Grian started using candles to light up the place, he kept himself either in his room or in the study, making mad dashes to the bathroom if needed.

The Watchers weren’t the worst part, it was what they did that's disturbing. Grian would glance out his bedroom window, eyes drawn to the darkness of his street, a moth to a burning flame, you could say.

The street had terrible lighting, and maybe that’s why no one else ever saw anything, but the reason never mattered, because soon enough a man would be walking towards the house, luggage behind him in a red suitcase, charms attached to the zippers.

Grian would watch as a Watcher peeks out from behind a tall lamp poll, its eyes strictly on the man who’s walking down the street. Grian would get up, move closer towards the window, because this was his punishment for never speaking up, for never banging on the window, his punishment was watching, witnessing, the man.

The man wore a red jumper, jeers and had light brown borderline blonde hair, like his own. The man would get about halfway before looking up, freezing at the sight of Grian in the window, not noticing the eyes and wings creeping up behind him.

Grian forced himself to stay silent as his eyes met with his own, watched as the other him went through confusion, then fear.

The Watchers struck then, jumping out of the shadows as an ear piercing scream filled the air, cries and pleads for help ringing in his ears. Grian would place a single hand on the window, the other him being dragged blood and screaming into the darkness towards his house.

Grian’s front door would slam open and shut in quick succession, the screaming continuing through his house until his basement door was opened and the screaming descended the stairs.

One time Grian didn’t go upstairs in time, and was forced to sit in the kitchen as the other him was dragged down the hallway by what first seemed to be an invisible force. Grian, the other one, reached out to him, despite the fact they shared the same face. “Help me!” The other one screamed. “Please!”

Grian had only blinked, hand clutching his hot chocolate in fear, as the other him was thrown down the stairs and the door was shut, sealing in his screams.

The silence was more unsettling, because Grian knew the other wasn’t done calling for help, yet he couldn’t hear a thing.

Grian would go to sleep after that, and magically any blood that was left would be gone, leaving him as the only witness to his own murder.

So Grian was a bad person, horrible, to watch himself die over and over again every night, but the fear of being the one to go next always stops him from asking for help. Grian knows he was singled out from the beginning, having walked that same street in the middle of the night when he moved in the first night.

Grian had seen himself in the window that night, all those months ago, banging on the glass, screaming at him to turn and run, Grian watched as the Watchers descended on the other him in the window, all because the other tried to warn him.

Grian wouldn’t make the mistake of being a hero.

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Fight Club Movie Review

★★★★☆

In "Fight Club", David Fincher didn't just cement his status as one of the most groundbreaking directors of his time, he also dropped a cinematic bomb that's still exploding. Adapting Chuck Palahniuk's novel with Jim Uhls' razor-sharp script and Jeff Cronenweth's stunning visuals, Fincher created a masterpiece that keeps us hooked.

The film centers around the Narrator, a high-powered executive trapped in a life of chronic insomnia and profound unhappiness. Seeking solace in a support group for the terminally ill, he encounters the equally troubled Marla Singer. His life is irrevocably altered when he meets Tyler Durden, a charismatic soap salesman with a penchant for anarchy. Together, they establish a secret fight club, a haven for men to unleash their repressed anger and find a sense of purpose through violence. As the club evolves into a subversive movement challenging societal norms, the Narrator finds himself losing grip on reality. The lines between himself and Tyler begin to blur, ultimately revealing a shocking truth about his own identity.

David Fincher's directorial career hit a major turning point with the release of "Fight Club". A meeting with Fox executives Laura Ziskin and Bill Mechanic, and the discovery of Chuck Palahniuk's novel, marked the beginning of a new era in his filmmaking. While "Se7en" had already breathed new life into the psychological thriller genre, "Fight Club" cemented Fincher's reputation as a visionary director. Initially met with resistance, the film became a cultural sensation and a milestone in cinematic history.

Jim Uhls (Jumper) crafted a meticulously precise adaptation of Chuck Palahniuk's "Fight Club", with input from "Se7en" screenwriter Andrew Kevin Walker and the film's leads, Brad Pitt and Edward Norton. The script's non-linear structure mirrors the Narrator's fractured mind, a device intensified by David Fincher's rapid cuts and other cinematic techniques, creating a disorienting yet immersive experience. While the non-linear narrative, with its time jumps and surreal elements, can be confusing, I believe these elements could have been handled more clearly or used more sparingly.

Edward Norton's portrayal of the Narrator is a masterclass in nervous energy and vacant-eyed despair. He expertly conveys the character's desperate longing for change, delivering a performance that is both compelling and nuanced.

Helena Bonham Carter shines as the enigmatic Marla Singer. Her portrayal of this uninhibited and vulnerable woman is both captivating and complex. She shares a palpable chemistry with Edward Norton, and her character serves as a powerful catalyst for the protagonist's transformation.

Brad Pitt's Tyler Durden is a magnetic and enigmatic figure. The actor perfectly captures the character's duality, balancing his charisma with a sinister undercurrent. Tyler Durden is undoubtedly one of Pitt's most iconic roles.

David Fincher and cinematographer Jeff Cronenweth crafted a brutal visual style characterized by muted, saturated colors and stark contrasts, predominantly in shades of gray and brown. This aesthetic mirrors the characters' alienation and discontent. The camera's intimate perspective follows the protagonists, delving into their claustrophobic environments and capturing the raw intensity of their violent confrontations. The often low-key, high-contrast lighting underscores the characters' duality and the film's tense atmosphere.

Rather than relying heavily on visual effects, "Fight Club" opts for a more grounded, gritty aesthetic to reflect the psychological turmoil of its characters. The elaborate fight makeup, emphasizing blood and brutality, heightens the sense of chaos and violence. Moreover, subtle image manipulation, including the insertion of subliminal elements, contributes to the film's unsettling atmosphere and its deliberate blurring of the lines between the film and the audience.

The brutally realistic fight scenes are punctuated by surreal, hallucinogenic sequences that blur the lines between fantasy and reality. The claustrophobic, decaying sets amplify the feelings of isolation and despair.

The soundtrack, by The Dust Brothers and others, perfectly captures the film's atmosphere of angst and rebellion. The music, ranging from alternative rock to electronic, creates a frenetic and intense soundscape.

The combination of David Fincher's direction, Jim Uhls' clever script, and standout performances by Edward Norton, Brad Pitt, and Helena Bonham Carter, coupled with a striking visual style, results in a truly unique and unsettling cinematic experience. "Fight Club" non-linear narrative, graphic violence, and exploration of the male psyche make it a complex and thought-provoking film. In our increasingly individualistic and alienated world, the questions posed by this film remain pertinent, challenging us to find our own way and create a more just and compassionate society.

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SALE POST

Our oven died and we have some upcoming bills looming so I’m selling some things I’ve made; I take paypal and am located in the US. I will ship internationally but keep shipping costs in mind.

All crocheted yarn items are made with 100% acrylic yarn and stuffed with polyfill.

Dinosaurs approx 6″ tall or long. Stegosaurus and Triceratops (the ones on either end) are $15 each  the rest are $12 each. Take all six for $75

Mermaid with fish friend $20 The fish is separate; I’ve just tied it to her hand so it won’t get lost lol. Her face is done with embroidery floss. Top is not removable.

Variegated sea creature bag $55 comes with octopus, crab, fish, lobster and bait bag to carry them in. most are around 5-6″.

sea creature bag $55 comes with octopus, crab, fish, lobster and bait bag to carry them in. most are around 5-6″.

Lobsters! Large ones are $12 and have bead eyes; small ones have embroidered eyes and are $10. I have small red and large red, blue and camo ones ATM but I can do them in other colors too.

LeisureArts 268 outfits (from L-R)

top row purple and pink dresses with hats and purses $35 each; wedding dress and veil $30, purple variegated dress and hat $35 (blue dress not for sale)

Bottom row: blue coat with hat and brown coat $15 each; jacket and skirt set $20, red PJs $25 with doll, $20 without (doll has bangs cut), 4 piece poncho outfit $20, blue top and shorts $8 (doesn’t fit anyone well), green jumper $8 (fits 80′s Skipper) ballet outfit $8 (fits early Skipper)

Doll house items from The Attic pamphlet $150 for the set OR

Wedding dress and mannequin, veil, and bouquet $50. Dress can NOT be removed from mannequin. Back of dress had to be widened to fit the mannequin.

Couch/bench with two gold throw pillows, trunk and yellow rug: $30

Checkered quilt or pinwheel quilt $20 each

Baby dolls $15 each

Teddy $10

Hat box set with hats (red bowler and yellow sunhat) $20

corset : (not made to fit anyone) $10

If you have any questions/requests message me:) Thank you!

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𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄, chapter two GENTLE TIES

pairing: percy weasley x fem!oc (olympia slughorn)

word count: 1.67k

warnings: none

series masterlist OR previous part

percy weasley hated the yearly chaos of platform nine and three quarters, more-so when he had an owl perched on the end of his scratch-littered trunk. he wormed his way through families saying goodbye until christmas, found a relatively quiet area of the platform to haul his possessions onto the train before hopping off again, setting off in earnest to find the rest of his family he'd momentarily left behind.

they were all clustered around each-other in a group, heads leant close together as they spoke about the boy, harry potter, they'd helped get onto the platform. ginny was hanging off her mother's arm asking to go and see him, percy had to make a hurried grab for the back of her purple cardigan to stop her from leaping onto the train to get a glimpse of the famous boy.

"thank you, percy." she said to him, wished him a good term and congratulated him once more on becoming a prefect. he held his head high as he walked away back to the carriage he'd stowed his trunk, drowning out the complaining of his sister, the nagging of his mother, fred and george conspiring about blowing up toilet seats and ron trying to wriggle away from a tissue heading directly for a smudge of soot from the train that had glued itself to his nose.

there was a first year a few groups of people away with frizzy hair, chatting at her parents about everything she was going to learn, hoped that the few spells she'd taught herself would suffice for her first few lessons regarding what she assumed to be about the basics, told them she had a smaller, separate bag she'd folded her new uniform into the change into at the first availability. percy smiled fondly. he remembered doing the exact same thing, the three spells he'd tried not working exactly as he'd intended because he was stuck with using bill's old wand.

progressing further along the platform was lee jordan, sandwiched between fred and george who'd materialised out of nowhere, oliver wood waving enthusiastically at him and holding up his brand new sparkling quidditch captain badge, the malfoy family who sneered at percy as he bypassed them completely to get to the end of the train where he'd left his trunk. he could see a battered corner of his trunk through the windows of the train, and percy pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose after bumping shoulders with another girl stalking past him.

hands tucked into the deep pockets of his corduroy trousers and brown shoes glinting in the bright sunlight, he hopped up onto the train to take his robes out of the top of his trunk and carefully removed his prefects badge from the beige wool of his jumper. the silk of his tie ran smoothly through his fingers as he dropped it accidentally, not noticing it on the floor by his feet as he stood up to move further down the train.

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olympia slughorn glared up at her great uncle in distain as they walked out of the kings cross underground station, sweat glistening on her forehead and trunk hefted behind her up the stairs. "why would you have ever wanted to travel with the masses on a scale such as that?" she questioned him as they beelined through daily commuters on the muggle platforms, lunging head first into the ticket machine on the wall of platform nine and three quarters when the surroundings were clear enough.

"my old students often spoke of the 'tube'," around this he made an awkward pair of air quotes with his fingers, "and i decided it was high time i tried it for myself. although," horace ran a finger against the collar of his shirt in effort to get some cool air to the skin of his neck at olympia's ever persistent stare, "it could do with some improvement."

"yeah. a whole lot of it."

with a half-hearted, upwards quirk of his lips, horace slughorn produced his wand from the pocket of his tweed jacket he'd transfigured back to his robes after their foray into muggle london, and levitated the trunk into storage on the train. another flick, and olympia's own coat had turned into her school robes, complete with a green prefect badge and hour-glass shaped tie pin. "i think i'll be apparating home." he said, patted her on the shoulder from a distance only to be brought closer as olympia's arms tentatively encircled his body, resting her cheek on the harsh fibres of his waistcoat lightly.

once she drew away, smiled up at his and nodded, olympia backed away as the whistle of the train pierced though the chatter on the platform and parents or guardians began to bundle their children onto any available space on the train as fast as they could. she'd barely made it onto the carriage herself when a porter came along to check the doors were all firmly shut, waving bright green sparks from their wands as the train began to pull away from the platform. olympia slid open the window of the door she was peering out of, yelled "wish me luck!" at her great uncle before watching him disappear with a wave and a call of "good luck" back to her.

content. for once, on the first of september, she was content.

"oi oi, sluggy."

she sighed, felt a smile work its way onto her face at the bright, northern accent of terrence higgs. he grinned loudly, barged through the crowd of students keeping the pair apart with his large arms, muscular body attaching to her in greeting. "terry!" she greeted back, south meeting north. the pair split at the voices of adrian pucey and marcus flint announcing their presence, the lithe body of cleo zambini poking out of a compartment she was refusing to relent to others. she waved them over frantically, and the four slytherins gathered in the thin corridor trooped over to her.

olympia caught a flash of maroon and gold out of the corner of her eye, picked up the offendor from where it had caught below a pile of trunks as high as the roof of the train carriage. it was a gryffindor's, no doubt about it. but who it belonged to was the question . . . ah. in the glow of the lamps she could see pin-prick sized holes over the stripes, the creaseless material a dead give away.

she put it in her pocket, checked over her shoulder that he wasn't coming marching down the corridor in search for it.

olympia crossed the threshold of the compartment and was just about to sit down when she was hauled up again by the dips in her elbows by higgs. "what are you doing?" she questioned, rubbing the patch of skin on her arm once he'd let go. terrence only stared back, already exhausted, slapped his hands to his face. "you, me, prefects meeting."

"oh, right. yeah. i forgot about that, we should probably get going."

cleo laughed. "see you two later."

the new pair of prefects stepped out of the compartment and into the corridor of the train, where there was a significantly smaller stream of people passing by them in either direction. they made to walk towards the end of the train, not far from where the rest of their friends were sat. terrence broached a question as they gained distance on penelope clearwater and brendan truman, ravenclaw prefects, who were both in olympia's transfiguration class. "you didn't seem too consistent with answering my letters over the summer."

"i was busy." they bypassed truman, thanked him for keeping the door held open for her and terrence and they sat down in the two nearest chairs. the door was just about to shut again when two new people walked in, one of them being percy weasley, who was patting down the pockets of his robes and looking around him in earnest for something around his ankles.

olympia traced the shape of his tie still in her pocket and smirked.

next to her was the only available seat, and she spoke under her breath to terrence as gordon macmillan and the head girl annabelle crosley ( who happened to be his girlfriend ) told them of their duties as newly appointed, or current, prefects. "i wasn't lending much time to things that weren't ingredients or cauldrons."

terrence nodded in understanding, and eyed weasley sat near him. "why are you worried? you've been top of the student rankings for the past four years. weasley hasn't got anything on you."

"i'm not taking any chances." she muttered back, exaggerating as she turned her head to the right and gasped loudly. "where's your tie, weasley? that's hardly a good impression, is it?" everyone in the carriage turned to look at percy, sure enough not wearing a tie around his neck. penny clearwater looked as if she was trying her hardest not to laugh, wanting to stay on his good side in hopes he would continue to help her with her ancient runes homework as they were progressing into their owl year.

"settle down, settle down." gordon attempted to quieten the group down, and eventually a tired hush befell the students. annabelle passed around a sheet of parchment upon which a timetable was drawn up. slowly but surely people began to stand up and pair with the person written next to their name, introducing themselves if they weren't too familiar with each other.

olympia and percy looked over the parchment together, faces falling as they scanned over the timetable. she didn't notice percy's tie slip out of the pocket of her robes and curl into a circle at the foot of his chair. someone noticed and tried to hand it back to him, failed in gaining an acknowledgement when he simply rocked side to side at a nudge on his shoulder.

tuesdays and thursdays : olympia slughorn ( s ) and percy weasley ( g ) to patrol the seventh floor

next part here

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Ginny 🤝 Carewyn

1994 was an incredibly eventful year in the Wizarding World. Although yes, one could've surmised as much in response to the terrifying Death Eater attack after the Quidditch World Cup Final between Bulgaria and Ireland, no one outside of the Ministry really knew just how much was planned for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry until the term started. One hint, however, could be found in the students' list of necessary school supplies for the year ahead -- new to the list this year were a proper set of dress robes, appropriate to a formal event. And upon receiving her list of school supplies, Ginny Weasley was delighted to learn from her mother that her oldest and favorite brother Bill's best friend, Carewyn Cromwell, had volunteered to help her shop for some dress robes.

"Now, Carewyn said she might not be able to buy you whatever you want," Mrs. Weasley said bracingly. "You know she doesn't earn any more than your father...and while renting a flat in London, no less! But she thought that some new robes, even on clearance, might be a nice belated birthday gift..."

Ginny wasn't the least bit unhappy by this. Not only had she assumed she'd have to wear something of her mum or aunt's, but the thought of going out shopping with Carewyn was enough to make the thirteen-year-old bounce with glee. She always liked it whenever Carewyn visited the Burrow as it was, but being able to spend some private "girl's time" with Bill's best friend was beyond exciting.

And so a few days before term started, the youngest Weasley dressed in her favorite dress, jumper, tights, and boots, and then thundered downstairs to the fire. She even ended up running into Ron and Harry on the stairs, and -- after biting back her blush as best she could -- she darted away toward the kitchen before Ron could make too much fun of her for it. Once it was 10 o'clock, Mrs. Weasley walked Ginny over to the fireplace so she could send her on her way to the Leaky Cauldron, where Carewyn would be meeting her. Bill and Charlie were both there to see her off too.

"Tell Carey we said hi," Bill told his sister with a smile.

"Better yet, force her to come back to the Burrow with you when you're done," Charlie added more forcefully.

"Oh, Charlie," Mrs. Weasley scolded, lightly batting him on the arm. Once she had, though, she said as an aside to Ginny, "Do try to invite Carewyn back over for a visit, though, Ginny dear -- while your brothers are still here..."

Ginny couldn't help but grin. "Okay."

And with this, she grabbed some Floo Powder, tossed it at her feet, very clearly shouted, "DIAGON ALLEY!", and disappeared with a flash of green flame and smoke.

When Ginny climbed out of the Leaky Cauldron's Floo grate a few seconds later, she immediately found Carewyn standing there waiting on the other side of the grate. The ginger-haired lawyer was as pretty as always with her trademark bright red lipstick, dressed in a crisp, white collared shirt, thigh-length black skirt and a tailored black waistcoat.

At the sight of Carewyn, Ginny's brown eyes lit up like miniature suns.

"CAREY!"

Carewyn had to open her arms quickly so as to catch the smaller girl as she threw her arms around her, squeezing tight.

"Hi, Ginny," Carewyn couldn't bite back a full, amused smile.

Ginny looked up at Carewyn, unable to keep the huge, giddy grin off her flushed, sooty, freckled face.

"Bill, Charlie, and Mum say hi," she said at once.

Carewyn's blue eyes sparkled knowingly. "Is that all they said?"

"Well, Charlie also told me to force you to come back with me to the Burrow," Ginny said through her giggles. "Mum wants you there too."

Carewyn rolled her eyes up toward the ceiling as she sighed. "I'm sure she does...for very different reasons than Charlie, I'm quite sure..."

She took out a handkerchief and set about wiping the soot from Ginny's face.

"Yeah..." Ginny laughed a bit uncomfortably, "Mum just hasn't gotten it through her head that Charlie's not into dating. But well, it wouldn't be so bad if you and Bill dated, right? You're already best friends! And if you marry Bill, then he could come home and take a desk job at Gringotts, and you could both live in London together!"

Carewyn tried to smile instead of cringe, but the effect was weakened by just how much she avoided Ginny's eyes. "Ginny, I love Bill only as a friend...and the feeling is more than mutual on his end. I have little interest in marrying anyone as it is. And even if I didn't, Bill and I couldn't be more different, in what we'd want in a romantic relationship."

Giving birth to a lot of kids, for one -- talk about the last thing I'd want to do...

Ginny deflated, clearly a bit disappointed.

"If you say so. ...I still think you'd make a brilliant Weasley, though," she said with a grin.

Carewyn smiled wryly. "Well, fortunately, your brothers have treated me like one for quite a while now."

Tucking her handkerchief back into the inside of her jacket, she then turned on her heel, glancing back over her shoulder at Ginny.

"Well, come on, then," she said stridently. "I thought Madame Malkin's would be the best place to start. Twilfitt and Tatting's supply is very pretty, but we're less likely to get as much for our money there. And remember, we can always modify what we find, if it's not a perfect fit...I'm sure your mother would be happy to help with that..."

Ginny eagerly followed along after Carewyn out of the pub and into the rest of Diagon Alley.

The two gingers headed to the famous robe shop, where they immediately moved to the clearance racks at the back of the room. Ginny was actually really happy to see just how much Carewyn and she were able to pick out from that rack that they both liked and Carewyn could afford -- even those ensembles that were three times the amount of Ginny's second-hand school robes weren't out of reach, which made it so that Ginny ended up having a stack of eighteen pretty, affordable dresses in her size that she could try on. Some of them didn't suit Ginny -- the flashy, patterned purple, gold, and green one overpowered her small frame, while the cream-colored one completely washed her out. Others were made of uncomfortable materials, were too revealing, or required a larger bust size to look right.

Eventually, though, Carewyn helped Ginny pick out a golden yellow dress with wide bell-shaped sleeves and navy-blue and burgundy panels on the skirt. Carewyn had originally thought to go for something more delicate, but upon seeing how easy it was for Ginny to move in it and how happy she was twirling the skirt around, Carewyn decided it ultimately was the best choice.

"Do you think it'll do?" Ginny asked a bit more self consciously, as she looked at Carewyn's reflection in the mirror.

"Of course it will," Carewyn said gently, as she took a mint-green dress with pastel pink details she hadn't liked very much out of the stack and returned it to the rack. "Even if it's cotton instead of velvet or silk, it's cut flowingly, and the colors are much brighter than standard robes."

Ginny held the skirt out, sweeping it back and forth as she considered her reflection. Noticing the younger girl's hesitation, Carewyn came back over to stand behind her, smiling at her in the mirror as she talked to her.

"Most importantly, you're comfortable in it," she said with a small smile. "We always look our most beautiful when we're comfortable and having fun...and in dress robes this comfortable, I would think dancing the night away would be very easy to do."

Ginny looked up at Carewyn's reflection, startled.

"Did you say dance -- ?"

"I suppose Bill didn't mention the time he stopped by briefly to the Celestial Ball, in my fourth year," Carewyn said airily. "A shame -- he did quite a nice job fixing up his own dress robes, for that party..."

Ginny's face was flushed with excitement as Carewyn gave her shoulder a light squeeze.

"Dress robes are only worn for formal events, Ginny, I haven't said anything that shocking," she said in a rather droll voice. "It's only sensible to presume that an event of that nature would involve dancing."

Despite saying this, her blue eyes twinkled with amusement. It made Ginny grin from ear to ear.

"Suuuure," she said sarcastically, before bursting into giggles. Carewyn herself only smiled more wryly.

"Well, then, have you decided on those?"

"Yeah!" said Ginny.

"Good -- let's get them bought and paid for. Then I can buy you some ice cream before sending you home."

Ginny had gone behind the curtain to change -- when she'd pulled the robes up and over her head and could peek around the curtain properly, she looked a bit disappointed.

"So you're not coming back home with me?" she asked.

Carewyn offered Ginny a sad, sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, Ginny, I have work in less than an hour. The Minister has requested my professional opinion on the validity of possible libel charges against Rita Skeeter..."

"Libel charges?" Ginny frowned.

"Put simply, Fudge didn't like Rita Skeeter trash-talking the Ministry's response to the attack at the World Cup and wants to know if there's any way he can make her shut up," Carewyn said very coolly.

Ginny couldn't help but scoff around her smile as she went back behind the curtain. "I bet Dad wishes she would too, after all the fuss she made. Reckon there's any chance Fudge could do it?"

"No -- her words in that article are protected under current law, given that she framed the more sensational comments as rumors or speculation from unnamed witnesses. Not to mention that Fudge going after Rita Skeeter would only give her and her writing more attention in the press, not less."

Ginny gave another low scoff from behind the screen. "I guess it's like Dad says: bullies love playing the victim -- then they can act like all their rotten actions are justified..."

The youngest Weasley came back out from behind the curtain, holding her new robes under her left arm and taking hold of Carewyn's arm with her free right hand.

"Well, you'd better write a proper apology to Bill and Charlie for not coming back with me," Ginny said pointedly. "I know Charlie will be mighty disappointed. Mum too."

"I will try very hard to get together with both Bill and Charlie before they leave Britain," Carewyn said levelly. "After all, I've missed them too."

Ginny grinned again, clearly pleased by this. Once Carewyn took the robes from Ginny and paid for them at the desk, she handed the bag holding the robes back to Ginny and the two gingers headed out of the shop.

"Carey?"

"Yes?"

Ginny gave Carewyn the biggest side-hug she could muster with only one arm completely free.

"Thank you," she said, beaming. "Shopping with you was so much fun. And my robes...you were right before, they are perfect! I can't wait to dance in them! Maybe I'll even get to dance with...well...somebody cool..."

She blushed a bit, clearly a bit self-conscious at this thought. Carewyn's eyes softened as she brought the smaller girl up against her side affectionately.

"I'm glad you like them," she said gently.

Ginny gave Carewyn another squeeze as she grinned up at her through her ruby red blush.

"...Say, Carey, did you and Bill dance at that Ball? The one you mentioned earlier?"

Carewyn cocked her eyebrows. "No, we did not. My date for that Ball was Andre Egwu, actually."

Ginny's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "The Keeper for Pride of Portree? But -- but I thought he liked blokes -- "

"Primarily," Carewyn said with a dry smile. "And I primarily like my independence -- hence why we didn't last."

Bringing a hand down onto Ginny's shoulder, Carewyn then started off down the street, coaxing her along behind.

"Now come on -- I said I'd get you some ice cream, and I only have a half hour before I'm supposed to clock in."

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 8: Leaves🍂

Dante Sparda x GN!Reader. Fluff. Cosy Autumn Vibes. Raking up the leaves. Leaf pile. Sweet moments with Dante. SpookTober Prompt: Leaves🍂

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☆●~War Of The Leaves~●☆

It's Fall at Devil May Cry and as you are raking up the leaves, Dante decides to have some fun with the neatly piled leaf pile!

October was here! Fall in full bloom and the leaves were falling from the trees in colours of red, yellow and brown in every shade. You loved the leaves and their beautiful Fall colours, the perfect palette for the season.

You saw some of the leaves out on your lawn and decided it's time to rake some of them up. You grabbed your rake and headed out to begin your chore.

Dante called you as your were busy raking. He was at Devil May Cry, keeping an ear out for jobs with Vergil and Nero.

"Hey babe! How are you? Where are you?" Asked Dante, leaning back in his comfy chair at his desk. You chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully.

"I'm at home silly, raking up the leaves" You Replied giggling.

"Raking up the leaves? Why? Come over and I'll order pizza!" Suggested Dante grinning.

"Dante, that money is for the bills" You heard Vergil say in the background through the phone, making you chuckle.

"Vergil, the bills are fine! They can wait!" Groaned Dante with a sigh. You smiled to yourself as you heard the two Sparda brothers go back and forth.

"Tell you what Dante, how about you come over and help me rake the leaves, then we'll order pizza this evening? Sound good?" You Suggested.

"I'll be right over!" Cried Dante with joy.

"But Dante, the phone..." Vergil Began.

"Vergil you're in charge for today!" Declared Dante as you heard movement through the phone.

"Dante!..." Shouted Vergil.

"Nero make sure your Dad doesn't scare off any customer!" Shouted Dante before the call ended. You laughed to yourself at how goofy your scruffy half-demon could be and returned to raking the leaves, waiting for the arrival of your boyfriend.

It wasn't long till you heard the sound of a motorbike tearing up your street and you looked up to see Dante arriving on his motorbike, parking it outside and sauntering over to you as you smirked at him.

"Hey Dante!" You Greeted your scruffy Devil hunter as he made his way over to you. Dante smiled warmly at you.

"Hey babe!" Greeted Dante as he wrapped you in his arms and hugged you. You hugged him back and it was then you noticed his clothing. He was wearing his usual red leather jacket but instead of a shirt, he it was a black turtleneck jumper he wore. It smelled of fabric comforter and you nuzzled your face into his clothed chest.

"Nice jumper" You Remarked and Dante looked at you with a chuckle and the two of you broke away to look at each other.

"Got it yesterday. Thought why not?" Shrugged Dante smiling. You returned the smile and handed him the second rake.

"Well then, let's get to work!" You Smiled and Dante took the rake from your hand.

The two of you raked the leaves together, raking them up into a neat pile in the corner of the lawn. Dante groaned a bit at the chore, making you laugh as he protested at any chance he got.

"Why rake the leaves? Just leave them, the wind will blow them away anyway. Besides, more leaves will fall onto the lawn again!" Groaned Dante as he raked a couple of leaves into the pile. You laughed.

"Come on Dante, I asked you if you wanted to rake the leaves with me and you said yes! So here we are, raking the leaves" You Stated.

"I know I know!" Groaned Dante, stopping to look at the big leaf pile that had formed.

"Hey babe, wanna have some fun?" Asked Dante.

"What kind of fun?" You Asked, raking.

"This" Replied Dante and without warning he just spread his arms out wide and he jumped into the neat leaf pile, sending leaves up in the air and scattering.

"Dante! We just raked those leaves!" You Cried but Dante got up from the pile and grinned.

"Come on, live on the wild side!" Cried Dante and he threw a bunch of leaves at you.

"Dante!" You Cried.

"Aw, what are you gonna do about it?" Teased Dante. You narrowed your eyes and dropped your rake.

"Are you challenging me?" You Asked, smirking.

Dante smirked back.

"Maybe, if you have the guts!" Teased Dante.

You smirked and picked up a bunch of leaves. Then you threw them at Dante, some were wet and stuck to his face.

"Yuck!" Cried Dante and you laughed. Dante and you then engaged in an all out leaf fight. Leaves were thrown here and there, Dante at one point started play fighting with you and you tackled each other with tickles and leaves, eventually both of you landed in the leaf pile with laughter.

"Got you!" Cried Dante, tickling you in the leaf pile.

"No I got you!" You Cried, tickling him back.

"Okay! Okay! Let's call it a draw!" Cried Dante, laughing.

"Alright deal! Deal!" You Cried with laughter.

You both stopped your tickling and you lay together, laughing and panting softly covered in leaves and wet with some damp off the leaves.

"Okay, that was a fun idea Dante" You Spoke, out of breath and smiling. Dante chuckled.

"Told you so" Dante Replied, out of breath but still laughing softly.

Dante looked at the scattered leaves all strewn across the lawn.

"Wanna rake these up?" Asked Dante.

You looked around at all the leaves, but smiled.

"Nah, let's head inside and order that pizza" You Suggested, smiling. Dante's eyes lit up at the mention of "pizza" and grinned.

"For real?" Asked Dante.

"Yeah!" You Answered and the two of you helped each other up outta the leaves and headed back indoors to warm up.

You ordered some pizza and changed into comfy lounge wear and made some delicious orange hot chocolate as you and Dante waited for the pizza to arrive to your door, snuggling up together on the couch and rewatching episodes of Family Guy on the TV.

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[carlottawllms]

She posted🤭

When Mason had left the house this morning to go to training, you hadn’t envied him one bit. The look on his face had said everything about how happy he'd been about spending several hours outside, but given it was what paid the bills, he hadn’t had a choice. So after a kiss goodbye and a tired I love you, he’d reluctantly jogged to the car and driven off. OH BABY BOY🥺

Initially, he’d wanted to do that himself and he’d kept saying he would for days now, but you knew he hated it and didn’t get along with the wrapping paper at all. I HATE IT TOO, DONT WORRY

You knew he’d be freezing after running around in the drizzle all morning and you hoped that throwing his jumper and a pair of joggers into the dryer would help him warm up once back home. OMG POOR BABY

This was home. I'M MELTED

“Hi.” You quickly unwrapped yourself from the blanket and got up to greet him with a hug. His nose was all cold as he nuzzled his face into your neck and out of reflex, you tried to pull away, but Mason’s grip around you only tightened. HE IS SILLY AND ANNOYING 😭😂

“No, you’re warm.”, he whined, face pressing even further into your neck. He felt this urge to push his hands underneath your jumper to feel your warm skin under his freezing hands, but he realised how cruel that would be. THAT WOULD BE VERY CRUEL

“Okay, okay.”, he grinned as he locked his gaze on yours. His big brown eyes all soft and full of love. “I missed you.” OMG I'M EMOTIONAL

The smile taking over his lips made the dimples pop and his eyes crinkle and you were once again reminded of how beautiful he was. HE IS VERY PRETTY

“I know something else that would warm me up nicely.”, he grinned, cheekily pinching your bum. NAUGHTYYYY

“Fine.”, he grumbled, but the smile on his face gave him away. “I’ll be on my best behaviour then.” GOOD BOY🤭

“It smells amazing in here, by the way. What is it?” I LOVE HOW HE NOTICED A LITTLE THING

You hummed quietly as he snaked his arm around your waist to keep you close. His fingers running up and down your side and whilst he was sipping away on his tea, a peaceful silence fell over the two of you. I JUST NEED THAT

“What about a nap, love?”, he asked, wrapping both his arms around you now and squeezing you to his body. “I feel like we haven’t had one together in forever. I miss cuddling you.” I WANT TO NAP WITH HIM TOO

“I don’t know it’s just…when we go to bed, I’m all focussed on actually falling asleep, like I can’t enjoy having you in my arms properly. I- Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy it, it’s just…like when we take a nap, I don’t have to fall asleep, so I can focus on you and your warmth and how much I love having you in my arms. It’s…Now that I said it out loud, I feel like it made more sense I my head to be honest.” WHERE DO YOU FIND MEN LIKE HIM?????

It wasn’t more than a quiet whisper, but Mason still heard you and just as always, his heart flipped in his chest. Those three words, whether they were whispered, written, said or shouted, would never fail to make him feel warm and fuzzy and overall happy. BESTIE IM ON MY PERIOD, I CAN'T SIT HERE CRYING 🥹🥹🥹😂

BESTIE

THANK YOU

I DIDN'T KNOW HOW MUCH I NEEDED THIS TODAY UNTIL I READ IT

TGE WEATHER IS SHITTY HERE, SO I JUST NEED A DAY LIKE THAT THANK YOU

I LOVE YOUR TALENT GIRL, YOU'RE AMAZING

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS WITH US, IT'S AN HONOUR BEING ABLE TO ENTER INTO YOUR LITTLE WORLD THROUGH YOUR WORDS🩷🩷

Andddd

You’re very welcome 😌🩷

When I wrote it the weather here was quite shit too so I felt it 🤭 really just wanted to cuddle him like that 😭😭

Thank you very very much my love 🩷