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Bite Me Delight Me Fest - Prompt Submissions are now open, so click HERE to submit a prompt.
Our discord is HERE, you can participate without joining the discord of course, just make sure to follow this tumblr for announcements and updates.
You can view the prompts that have been submitted HERE. This is my first time using Airtable, so if something is wrong, please let me know.
Rules:
One claim at a time.
You can co-write. When you sign up, just grab a prompt as these fests usually go, and submit with your co-writer.
No underage.
No incest.
Minimum 500 words, no max.
You can claim another prompt once your first fic is submitted.
Please keep your fic private outside of the fest/discord until the fics are revealed.
Please submit to the collection when posting. Link will be given when claiming opens.
MCs are acceptable if you've finished the whole fic (and can show us) but just want to post chapter by chapter.
These rules may change as the fest continues and questions are asked.
There will be the option to self-prompt, and we will put a list of beings and beasts to serve as inspiration.
Your fic must include a beast or magical being in the fic and make the fic relevant to them. (Example, Remus at school is a no. Yes, he's a werewolf, but we only see the human side - Remus healing after a full moon, however, is acceptable as it's relevant to him being a werewolf)
Restriction - you cannot use canon witches and wizards as your 'magical being'. They can be included in the fic though. You can use other interpretations of witches and wizards though.
Timeline:
8th July - Prompt submissions open
1st August - Prompt submissions close
2nd August - Prompt claiming opens (and will stay open)
1st October - Fics will be revealed in time for Halloween.
Any questions, feel free to drop us a message and we'll get back to you quickly. If we don't, give us several nudges.
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Hello
Would you be able to write for Theodore Nott with the trope fake dating and the prompt 50?
Thank youu <3
✧ theodore nott x fem!reader x fake dating x "my love language is bullying people." "you bully me. a lot." "..."✧
( this request is a part of my writing event, here is the link to the masterlist of the fics i'll be publishing from said event:) )
❁ i hope this turned out well, happy reading:)
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Pacing around your dorm and chewing on your thumb, you tried to figure out how to get out of the situation you got yourself into. You didn’t mean to answer the question with his name, it just happened. It’s like you weren’t even thinking and your mind made that quick decision for you.
For the last month your ex boyfriend had been harrasing you to get back together. You dumped him after catching him in the act with a girl from a year below yours. You felt anger, sadness and loath, not because of the relationship he decided to end, but because it hurt to see someone you started to trust - pick someone over you.
Over the time he was stalking you and trying various ways to get back, you had found yourself being more and more drawn towards your best friend’s mate.
“ ‘We’re done Patrick! I don’t know what I have to say for it to get through your fucking skull.’ You hissed at your ex.
‘We’re not done.’ He took a step closer. ‘Do you really think someone else will want you besides me?’ A chuckle escaped his lips.
You stood there frozen, the insult burning itself into your mind.
‘My boyfriend.’ You finally replied after a moment of silence.
‘You don’t have one, love.’ He placed his finger under your chin and made you look up at him. ‘But you can have me again.’
‘No.’ You spat and took a step back. ‘I am seeing someone else.’
That’s the moment where you should have stopped talking.
‘Oh, really?’ He cocked his brow, a mocking expression on his face. ‘Who?’
Don’t say it.
Don’t say it.
‘Theo Nott.’ “
You sat down on your bed, the finger slightly covered in your blood from the biting. You had only two options, either admit to your ex that you lied to him and still get harrassed by him, or ask Nott out.
You rubbed your temples slowly, sighed and decided to go to the library to clear your mind, hoping that Patrick won’t be able to talk to Theo until tomorrow.
At this time of the day there was barely anyone inside the library. You were slowly walking between the shelfes, looking at each book and reading the title. After a few minutes of strolling you reached the Romance Novels section, very few books there, but it lured you in. Especially one of them, which you have read a long time ago.
‘Of course.’ You chuckled, holding the book in your hands and tracing the cover with your fingers.
The story was about a woman who was a spy and had to make a deal with a member of an organisation they were infiltrating. She promised to get him the safety he needed to escape his boss and he promised her to give her all the information she needed. They started fake dating.
You should’ve thought of this idea earlier, but you were too stressed to even sit in one spot, let alone think of this good of a plan. You put the book back in it’s place and rushed out of the library. While you were running through the halls, you spotted a familiar figure talking with her friends.
‘Hi, can I borrow Pansy for a moment? Thanks!’
You snatched her by the arm and led her to an empty classroom.
‘This better be an emergency.’ She playfully rolled her eyes.
‘Long story short - Patrick thinks I’m dating Theo and I have to prove him that I am.’
She looked at you dumbfounded and then a loud laugh escaped her lips.
‘Is this a joke?’ She asked, laughter still present in her voice.
It slowly faded as she realised how stoic and serious was the expression on your face.
‘Shut up!’ She exclaimed. ‘Merlin, what have you done?’
She put her palm on her forehead and exhaled all the air she had.
‘You know Theo does NOT date.’
‘I know! I don’t even know why I said his name! It just… It just came out, okay?’ You sighed and closed your eyes while throwing your head back. “But I do have an idea…’ you mumbled and slowly opened your eyes to look at Pansy.
‘Good Lord.. I don’t know if I even want to hear it.’ She sighed. ‘Go on.’ She showed a motion with her hand to tell you to proceed.
‘Fake dating.’
She bursted out in laughter.
‘What?’ She finally managed to get out. ‘How on earth do you want to persuade him into that?’
‘I’ll just… I’ll offer him something if he says no.’
‘Like what?’
‘I don’t know yet, whatever he says he’d like.’
‘So like, you’d give him a b-‘
‘Bloody hell Pans!’ You whisper-yelled. ‘I’ll do anything that does not involve sexual exchange.’
‘Alright, just askin’’ She raised her hands in defence.
‘Where can I find him?’
It was Saturday, so you couldn’t catch him in class. Pansy looked at her watch and made a thinking face.
‘Ummm… If I’m correct…’ She sighed. ‘They should finish their quidditch practice in a few minutes.’
You jumped up and gave her a quick hug before running out.
‘Thanks P, you’re the best!’ You shouted just before disappearing behind the door.
‘Course I am.’ She whispered and smirked to herself.
She looked around the room where she was now alone and shook her head.
‘Fingers crossed’ She muttered and headed outside.
You on the other hand, had reached the quidditch pitch in the right moment. Standing outside the boys locker room, you couldn’t help but listen to their faint voices. Unfortunately it was too quiet for you to make out any words. The door swung open unexpectedly and your head shot up to meet Draco’s eyes.
‘Can I talk to Nott?’ You asked and lifted up your chin higher.
Draco looked you up and down and then turned his head towards the boys.
‘Nott, come and say hi to one of your girls.’ He said and everyone started snickering at Theo.
‘Shut up, Malfoy.’ He glared at him and then your eyes met his.
He came over to you and you almost forgot about why you came here because, well, he was shirtless and his bottom was wrapped in a towel, leaving very little to your imagination. You gulped and quickly straightened up to not get caught checking him out.
‘I really need your help with something. Can we talk after you…’ You motioned towards his outfit, or better - the lack of it.
He cleared his throat and nodded, ‘Wait for me on the pitch?’
‘Sure.’ You gave him a soft smile and headed outside.
Thankfully there was a few benches on the sides of the pitch, they were there during practice, but hidden when there was a match. You sat down and buried your face in your hands.
‘What the fuck am I doing?’ You mumbled.
You started playing with your rings and thinking about what to say when you felt him sit down next to you.
‘So, what do you need?’ He asked while lighting up his cigarette.
‘Just don’t laugh at me, ‘kay?’ You said while closing your eyes.
He furrowed his brows in confusion, ‘Okay?’ He replied.
‘I need you to be my fake boyfriend.’ You quickly stated.
He looked at you dumbfounded and then proceeded to laugh.
‘You said you wouldn’t laugh, you bastard!’ You exclaimed and playfully hit his arm.
‘ ‘M sorry’ He met your eyes. ‘That punch hurt’ he held the place where you hit him.
‘Good.’ You replied. ‘So, will you help me or not?’
‘Why? Is it to make your ex jealous?’ He exhaled the smoke. ‘Never liked him, if I’m bein’ honest.’
‘Actually, the opposite.’ You took the cigarrete from him, took a drag and then placed it between his lips again. ‘He cheated on me and now he keeps stalking me to get back together. I’m so sick of him and I just don’t know what to do.. I just want him to fuck off.’ You looked at Theo for a response.
‘Fine.’
‘Wait, really?’ You asked excitedly.
‘Yeah, fuck that guy.’ He finished his cigarette and threw it on the ground. ‘We need some rules though.’
‘Alright.’ You paused to think about some. ‘How about we often hold hands, you kiss me on the cheek sometimes for the effect, and we can sometimes hang out in each others rooms, so no one would get suspicious. Of course we’d like study or some shit, but..’ You started rambling. ‘You get the idea.’ You added quietly.
‘You forgot about the most important one.’ He stated. ‘Don’t fall in love with me.’
‘Yeah, I think that’ll be easy considering your stupid face.’ You chuckled, but inside of you something twisted.
Don’t fall in love with me? Does he mean that, he knows he would never love you? Maybe that’s why he agreed? Cause he knows he won’t fall for you?
Am I this unlovable?
The next morning you were slowly making your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. On the outside you looked calm, but the inside was burning. With questions you couldn’t answer, with plans for what to do, with your hopes for finding someone good to love you back, with your growing attraction to Theo. You knew it was a bad idea, you knew you had a crush on him, but you’d rather hide that somewhere deep than admit it to yourself. You knew you were going to fall for him doing this, but if that’s what it takes for Patrick to leave you alone - then so be it. You can take the pain of Theo not reciprocating your feelings.
‘Hello, love.’ The voice from your nightmares spoke up next to you.
‘Fuck off, Patrick.’ You replied without even looking at the boy.
‘Oh, come on, can you finally stop playing this game and-‘
‘She told you to fuck off.’ You heard Theo’s voice on your other side and then his hand grabbed your waist to pull you closer.
Patrick’s face in that moment was going to be in your memory forever, he was so shocked, so defeated, so small. He looked between the two of you and scoffed.
‘We’ll see about that.’ He mumbled and walked away.
‘Thank you’ You looked up at Theo.
‘For what? I think that’s what boyfriend’s are supposed to do’ He winked at you and intertwined your hands.
‘You read a book or something to prepare for that role? Didn’t think of you as an academic type.’ You snickered.
‘I beg you pardon?’ He chuckled. ‘Am I that stupid to you?’
You waved your head from side to side and smirked at him.
‘Mm, yeah.’ You whispered to which he shook his head with a smile.
‘Come on, darlin’, we’re gon’ be late for breakfast.’
Darling.
For the next month you and Theo had gotten closer than you anticipated, but he was still too far for your liking. You wanted him closer, you wanted this to be a real relationship, but he wouldn’t want that.
“Theo does NOT date.”
Pansy’s words echoed in your ears every time you caught yourself staring at his messy hair. Or thinking about the way his fingers caressed the pages of a book, or the way his beauty spots were perfectly placed on his face, or the way he always knew what to say to you, or the way he cheerfully reacted to your insults and playful smacks on his arms.
‘When do you want to end this?’ He asked one night when you were studying for potions in his dorm.
The question caught you off guard and the air got stuck in your throat for a second.
‘I actually didn’t think about that part yet.’ You admitted, not taking your eyes off of your notes. ‘There is only a month of school left until holidays, so maybe until then? I’ll have those months for myself without Patrick bothering me and next year we’ll make up some excuse why it didn’t work out between us. Sounds good?’ The lack of emotion in your voice was weird for him.
‘Yeah.’ He whispered, his eyes lingering on your form. ‘Sounds good.’
He didn’t want to admit to himself that he started falling for you either. That’s why he asked about this, he didn’t think he could hold himself back much longer. Hold his feelings back.
‘Earth to Nott!!’ You smacked his arm with your notebook. ‘Do the bloody homework or I’ll feed you to my cat.’
‘Yes ma’am.’
There were moments where you thought he might feel the same. Like when he held your hand tighter than usual, when Patrick was passing by. Or when he kissed your forehead to calm you down when you were stressed before classes. Or the subtle smirks and glances between the two of you, when you weren’t next to each other. At first you thought no one would believe in your ‘relationship’, but surprisingly everyone didn’t have a clue it was fake. Were you both this good at pretending or did they just think you look nice together?
‘Probably the first one.’ You thought.
Soon there was only a week of school left and you didn’t want to think about what the end brings. You felt sadness, but you couldn’t show him that, you knew he didn’t feel the same. This was just temporary, he did what you asked for and now you owe him a favor. So now you had to let him go.
You met up near the Black Lake the day before going home. You were playing with your rings again and he was smoking a cigarette, just like in the beggining.
‘We’re still going to be friends?’ You asked.
‘If that’s what you want, darlin’ ‘ He replied, but deep inside he wanted to say no, to protect himself from whatever it was he felt towards you, it was too strong now.
‘Hmm.. No, not really.’ You muttered and then added, ‘I can’t stand looking at your hideous face much longer, but other than that, you’re fine to be around.’
He chuckled at your response.
‘Why are you always like this?’
‘What do you mean?’ You raised one of your eyebrows.
‘You know exactly what I mean.’
You chuckled to yourself, ‘My love language is bullying people.’
He processed your answer carefully and saw the way you stiffened. You didn’t realise you said that out loud.
‘Well…’ He took a deep breath. ‘You bully me. A lot.’
You didn’t want to meet his eyes so you shrugged and turned away, ‘Yeah, I guess I do.’ You whispered.
You heard Theo toss the cigarette on the ground and press his shoe on top of it. But what he did next, even Professor Trelawney couldn’t predict.
He turned you around and pressed his lips into yours, the taste of smoke and blueberry gum made its way into your mouth. His hands were holding your face on both sides, he didn’t want to take them off, scared you’d disappear if he did.
‘I thought you don’t date.’ You whispered with a smirk when you broke the kiss and pressed your foreheads together.
‘I don’t.’ He smiled. ‘I’m already taken.’
He pressed his lips to yours again and you felt like this moment could last forever.
‘By the way, you broke the rule.’ He mumbled.
‘Fuck your rule and fuck you, Nott.’ You replied making him smile to himself.
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Imagine Fred and George comforting you after you had detention with Umbridge
"I do hope we see a change in behavior, Ms. [Last Name]" Umbridge says as you set the quill down, having finished writing your lines. You had been warned by both Harry and Lee about the quill but hearing about it and experiencing it had been two different things. The back of your hand burned as you wrote the lines. But you didn't want to give her the pleasure of seeing your pain so you stayed quiet. Holding in your noises of pain and instead tried flexing your hand in an attempt to make the pain away when it got too much to handle.
It was well after midnight when Umbridge had decided that the message of your punishment had sunk in and made you stop. You said nothing at her parting sentence, opting to give her a silent stare before making your way out of her office. Your robes swished behind you at your sharp turn.
Leaving the faculty tower, you made your way back to the Gryffindor Tower, taking careful steps to make sure that your newly formed scar did not brush against the inside of your sleeves.
Your tough facade breaks though when you see your boyfriends waiting for you on a couch in the Gryffindor common room. The room is empty as everyone else is sleeping soundly in their dorms. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as the twins stand from their seats and make their way to you. Making sure to not touch your hands, the two guide you to the couch, seating you between the two of them. "Let us see," Fred says softly.
You nod and the two fold up your sleeves, the scarring clear as day on the back of your hands once the sleeves have been pushed high enough. Fred presses a kiss to your shoulder as George stands up and walks to a nearby table. He gets the bowl that sits upon it and carefully makes his way back to the couch, careful to not let the bowl's content spill out.
"Hermione gave us some Murtlap Essence. It's supposed to help with the healing." He explains.
"You're supposed to soak your hand in it." Fred continues.
Your eyes soften with appreciation before placing your hands inside the bowl, flinching when the cool blue liquid touches your scar.
Resting your head on George's shoulder, you let your tears fall down as you take comfort in the twin's presence. "Merlin, I hate that horrid woman so much." You whisper to them.
The two don't say anything and instead lean closer to you to press kisses on any inch of your body they can reach. Showering you in their affection as you let out everything you were holding in.
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Introducing a Harry Potter fest to haunt you…
...as not all that goes bump in the night is meant to be feared…
Gothic Fantasy Fest is a Harry Potter fanworks fest dedicated to and centered around our love for the gothic horror genre!
This fest is hosted by The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Discord Server.
Fest Information
The inspiration to host this fest came out of our desire to see more fanworks in the fandom where the darkness within us all is celebrated, embraced, and reveled in.
The premise for this fest is simple: Create any fanwork (fic or fanart) you like, ensuring that your main protagonist of your work is a Slytherin!
But, and this is where the challenge comes in... your fanwork must incorporate one of the gothic horror prompts that we have provided and must be in the gothic horror genre!
We hope, through participating in this fest, that you’ll allow yourself to indulge in what haunts you most!
Fest Schedule
Sign-ups & Claiming Open: Aug. 5th at 12:00pm PDT
Sign-ups & Claiming Close: Aug. 13th at 11:59pm PDT
Fanworks Due: Oct. 17th at 11:59pm PDT
Fanworks Revealed: Oct. 29th at 12:00pm PDT
Authors & Artists Revealed: Oct. 31st at 12:00pm PDT
For the remainder of our fest rules, read on!
Fest Rules
All levels of writers and artists are welcome! Even if this is your first fest!
All pairings and ship types (platonic, couples, and polyships) are allowed in this fest. You may also choose to focus your fanwork on only one character.
Ensure that your main character of your fanwork is a Slytherin (no exceptions)!
Any Slytherin from any of the Wizarding World eras is welcome. You may also choose to headcanon a non-Slytherin character as a Slytherin.
Your fanwork must incorporate one of the 99 gothic horror prompts that we provide. There are 12 additional Author/Artist’s choice prompts, however, those are first come, first serve. So, they will go quick!
Ensure that your fanwork qualifies as gothic horror. Read our full rules at the link listed below for further clarification on this.
The darker your fic the better, as this fest is the perfect opportunity to create some dark, morally gray, and/or dead-dove works!
Authors: there is no maximum word count for your work. But there is a minimum word count of 1,000 words.
Artists: As long as you follow the guidelines above, you may submit any form of fanart you like, including moodboards! However, AI-generated work and commissioned work from other artists may NOT be submitted!
This fest is an Author/Artist Revealed event. Your fanwork will be revealed on the dates listed above. When the fest is over, we will highlight your fanwork across our social media from Oct. 31st - Nov. 9th.
You do not have to be a member of The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Discord to participate in this fest. However, we do recommend joining so that you can be in contact with other Gothic Fantasy Fest participants! It’s also the quickest way to get a hold of the admin team!
Note: Our server has a 30+ age requirement to join, but this fest is open to fic writers and artists of all ages!
For a complete list of our fest rules and submission guidelines, please click here!
Disclaimer:
Due to the darker subject material of the prompts, please be mindful that the process of creating a submission for this fest may be triggering. So, take care of yourself, honor your limits, and enter at your own risk.
Important Links
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Discord Server
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Official Fest Mood Board
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Writing prompt advent calender. :☆。゚. ───
Rules: Starting December 1st I will write one blurb for one prompt each day and you can request a fandom/character/ship from my character list (also specify whether you want a platonic or romantic dynamic) You can also give more context on how you want the prompt to be written but that's up to you!!
Edit: I just got the idea to do a mood board for the request now too, so that you get something before December 1st
All the Prompts that don't have 🎁 behind them are still open
character list
sugar cookie 🎁(Mattheo riddle, grumpy x sunshine)
gingerbread house 🎁 (Remus Lupin, date night)
cold blush 🎁(James potter, friends/lovers)
sharing a candy cane🎁 (Mattheo riddle, friends to lovers)
frozen hands 🎁 (Mattheo riddle, academic rivals)
white flocks between curls 🎁 (James Potter, love realization)
rushing to stores 🎁 (Theodore Nott, dating)
snowball fight 🎁 (James Potter, Best Friends)
Santa Surprise 🎁 (Mattheo riddle, newly married, smut)
Songs that just won't leave your head 🎁(Ekko x reader)
Ice rink 🎁 (percy jackson, first kiss)
Snow Angels 🎁 (george weasley)
late gifts 🎁 (Mattheo riddle, enemies to lovers)
kisses with the excuse of a mistletoe 🎁 (bf!mattheo riddle)
wrapping paper 🎁(james potter x reader)
warming kisses🎁(Mattheo riddle, married)
huddled close 🎁(Mattheo riddle, dating)
Christmas market 🎁(Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Holiday)
hot cocoa 🎁(Lily Evans x Reader, Platonic)
Acting like the grinch
driving around, judging/admiring the neighbor's Christmas decor
Christmas caroling
last candle
Confession🎁 (Blaise Zabini, Friends to lovers)
Happy Holidays!!! ❄️🤶🎄🌟(Me literally a day after Halloween)
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Tomarry Ficlets: for @microficmay
🍓 vibing to sufjan stevens
rise & fall · nothing & everything · healing · life & death
🍯 how about some husbands tomarry fluff
impatience · worthy
🌼 silly boyfriends shenanigans
will · precious · decision · horizon · idle
❤️🔥 did someone say sexual tension
push & pull · flare
🌑 dark harry (thirsty tom ensued)
resplendent · create · elation
😈 voldemort being voldemort (poor harry)
evolve · dreams & reality · innocuous
🐍 tom being tom (needs a good beating, therapy, and maybe a hug)
humility · vivid · agony · curse
#thanks so so much to the mods for hosting this event#and also to the lovely people that encouraged me along the way❤️ you’re my heroes 🥰#i’ve been trying to get back into writing for such a long time#and this turned out to be a perfect homecoming:)#tomarry#tomarrymort#harrymort#harry potter#tom riddle#tomarry fanfic#microficmay2024
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Author Reveals are Here!
WW Reverse Trope Submissions:
A Good Boy by PeaceLilyWallArt (E, 11/11)
a memorable valentine's day by blue_violets (G, 1/1)
A Study of Muggle Tropes: One Bed by New_Ponyo (E, 3/5)
Across Enemy Lines, Before the War Begins by @midnightstargazer (T, 1/1)
Baby Carrot by @jelliewrites (E, 1/1)
Blood Traitor by @motherofdogs18 (E, 3/?)
Break Me In by @allofthelights11 (E, 1/1)
Bump, Set, Spike by @browneyesandhair (G, 1/1)
Cheers! once more, with indifference! by @romaniuca (T, 1/1)
Close Combat by @morgan-magic (E, 4/4)
Crash Into Me (Or, There Were No Beds!) by @Gr8t888 (E, 1/1)
Draco's Sugar Mommy by @dizzle0000 (E, 3/3)
Everyone deserves to be happy, except Pansy Parkinson by dearest_writer (T, 1/1)
Footsteps in the Night by @M1dn1ght_Star (G, 1/1)
i bloom, i grow (i glow) by @b-lovedhunter (E, 3/5) @
If History's Clear by @browneyesandhair (T, 1/1)
It Comes With Practice by @sailtomarina (E, 1/1)
Last Kiss by beanclip (M, 1/1)
Last, First by @sessediz (T, 1/1)
Many Little Deaths by Slytherindiaries (E, 1/1)
Miscellaneous Tasks by @moonriverfox (T, 1/1)
Perfect From Far Away by @themaryscribbler (E, 1/1)
private displays of affection by @mintyelbows (E, 1/1)
Red Heads & Herrings by @RatKingPoe (E, 9/9)
She Will Be Loved by Midnight_Shooting_Star (E, 3/?)
so hot you're hurting my feelings by @ktsaysthings (E, 1/1)
sweeter than being alone by @moonriverfox (E, 1/1)
The Anti-Marriage Law by @Gr8t888 (E, 1/1)
The Boy Who Cried 'Love' by @moonriverfox (T, 1/1)
The Boy Who Was Unaware by TheHeiressofDarkness (E, 1/1)
The Fate of Our Circumstances by @kaycares22 (E, 3/14)
The Space Between by @laserswordtraining (T, 3/3)
then, a memory by mintyelbows (G, 1/1)
Thinking by @my-castles-crumbling (T, 1/1)
Top or Bottom? by Trauma_Bingo_Board (E, 3/3)
UN/BOUND by @hanniesalwaysreading (E, 3/?)
What do you mean, we can't get married? by RavenclawViking (M, 1/1)
To be valued by beanclip (T, 2/2)
What's the opposite of love? by @browneyesandhair (T, 1/1)
where wolves fear to prey by @sultrynuns (E, 1/1)
Years to Come by @browneyesandhair (G, 1/1)
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you belong with me
pairing: fred weasley x reader
summary: fred wakes up after a wild night with his team to his phone buzzing nonstop after his latest tweet. Turns out he accidentally invited his old chemistry partner (and long-time crush) to the second game of the season. pining and fluff ensue.
warnings: a tiny little bit of spice at the end (it's really not that much i just want to warn you guys)
authors note: i promise the sequal to am i the one you think about will come out, i just got a bunch of inspiration to write this all of the sudden and wanted to share it with you guys!!
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As soon as Fred woke up, he regretted everything. His head was pounding, his throat was dry, and his muscles ached. Every part of him wanted to lie back down and never get up again.
His memories of last night were fuzzy at best. He was hanging with some of the boys from his team, celebrating after their first game of the season. Many beers were passed around, and for some reason, Fred had a vague memory of the team shouting at him over and over to do it.
Strange. They probably wanted him to take a bunch of shots or something. Usually, he’d be down, but not during football season. He had games to win, and Superbowls to play at.
Fred opened his eyes and blinked sleepily. As the world came into focus, he realized that his phone was buzzing, and had been for a while. He rolled over, chugged a glass of water, and grabbed his phone.
His jaw dropped as he saw the flood of notifications.
Fred Weasley’s Secret Crush?
Fred Weasley Invites Mystery Girl to Sunday’s Game Over Twitter
Football Hearthrobb Fred Weasley Has a Girlfriend?!
Holy shit.
There was only one person this could be about, and he might just die from embarrassment if he was right. You had probably completely forgotten about him, while he still liked all of your Instagram photos on his private account.
Fred scrolled through his notifications to see what looked like a million from Twitter alone, and a text from nearly everyone he knew.
Taking a deep breath, he tapped the Twitter app and clicked on his profile.
Fred Weasley @thebetterweasley
never would have gotten to the nfl without my college chem partner @ynln… tickets to the next game on me?
Fred’s eyes widened as he reread his tweet over and over again. He could feel his entire body heating up as he fought the urge to bury his head in his hands.
He just blew it. Entirely. You would never be interested in him now. You’d just think he wanted the attention, or worse, just for a quick fling.
Fred couldn’t imagine ever only wanting a fling from you. You and your gorgeous hair, beautiful eyes, and the way you talk way just mesmerizing. He could never focus during Intro To Chemistry because you’d be sat right next to him, eyes sparkling and pen flying as you took notes.
And he saw your grades. You were basically a genius, acing every test and perfecting every project. You were probably in grad school right now or in some sort of job for brilliant people who are saving the world.
You probably had no idea who he was.
*
After an embarrassingly long time spent moping, Fred got out of bed and reluctantly headed to the gym to work out. In between reps, he responded to the thousands of texts that he received, either congratulating him or calling him an idiot.
He definitely knew which ones were right.
His tweet had millions of likes by now, so there was no chance that you’d missed it. He’d been contacted by loads of news outlets, asking for a quote or an interview or anything about you, and he’d denied all of them. The passive-aggressive text from his manager, Alicia, was enough to make him want to delete every social media account he owned.
Fred had just finished his last stretch routine and was headed toward the showers when he got a notification.
Y/N L/N @ynln
maybe i’ll swing by…see if we still have chemistry
Fred could feel the heat spread from his neck all the way to his hairline. He wanted to giggle and kick his feet like a lovesick teenager. Maybe he didn’t ruin everything after all?
You tweeted it a minute ago..would it be weird for him to like it immediately?
Yes. Yes, it would.
That didn’t make him want to do it any less.
As Fred headed to the shower, a massive smile adorning his face, he immediately hit the call button because he had to tell someone about this. You responded to his tweet. He wanted to jump around and squeal like a kid with a crush.
Which was pretty accurate, to be quite honest.
“George,”
“Freddie, I just finished my workout, is this really that imp-”
“She responded to my tweet!!” Fred nearly shouted. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes shining with excitement. He didn’t recognize himself as he looked in the mirror. His smile was too big for his face, and his ears were bright red.
“It did have more than a million likes, Fred. I think she kind of had to.”
“Don’t ruin this for me George. I’ve liked her for so long, what do I even do now?”
Fred could hear George’s exasperated smile from miles away. “First, you are going to take a deep breath. You are a cool NFL football player, not a horny teenager. “
“Right. Yes.”
He took a deep breath, but his heart was still racing and the butterflies in his stomach would not go away. Come on Fred, you are gonna be normal about this. You can do it.
“You got that Fred?” George asked. Fred murmured an affirmative. “Okay, now you are gonna get tickets to the VIP booth, four of them.”
“Four? Why-”
“Because one of them is for Mum, as you know she will get there somehow if you’ve invited a girl.”
“That’s fair, actually.”
“Also, the public loves her so I assume that your girl will want to meet her too.” Fred pointedly ignored how his heart raced at the words “your girl.” George continued, “You’re also not going to be the asshole who makes her go alone, so give her a couple tickets for her friends.”
“When did you get so smart with girls?”
George chuckled. “Oh this is all Angelina. I don’t know anything.”
“Yeah, that makes a lot more sense, Georgie.”
“Hey!”
Fred hung up as he orders four VIP tickets for the game. He immediately sends one to his mum, but he pauses before sending it to you.
see you at the game! you better be wearing red and gold…
Fred added a winky face, then immediately deleted it. He didn’t want to seem too juvenile or worse, weird. His thumb hovered over the blue send button, rereading the DM over and over. At last, he admitted defeat and sent a screenshot to Geoge.
F: does this sound okay?
G: yes. stop worrying.
F: you act as if you were not the same way when you asked angelica to the yule ball
G: shut up
Fred snorted as he switched back to Twitter. He took a deep breath, steeled himself, and pressed send.
*
For the rest of the week, Fred practiced harder than ever. All eyes were gonna be on him this week, and he needed a win. More importantly, you were gonna be at this game, and he knew who he wanted to dedicate his touchdown to.
He’d been thinking about it since that freshman year chemistry class when he was nothing but a rookie tight end, and the NFL was nothing but a dream. The crowd goes wild, but the only person he’s looking at is you.
Christ, when did he become such a romantic?
He felt a smile split across his face when his phone buzzed during a break.
Y: i looked through my closet and i don’t know if i have any red and gold…might have to steal something of yours
F: stay after the game and maybe we’ll see
The two of you didn’t text often, maybe a couple of times a day, but it was always a highlight. Locker room talk had devolved into just making fun of Fred’s puppy dog eyes and lovesick smile whenever he opened his phone.
Someone from the press got a picture of him smiling at his phone, and the internet exploded even more.
Fred Weasley Caught Blushing At His Phone During Practice
Fred Weasley’s Smile Has the Internet Swooning
Fred Weasley’s Mystery Girl: Who Is She?
Part of him wanted to feel embarrassed with all the attention, but he was too grateful that you had finally given him the time of day to really think about it. He was laser-focused on every play and worked extra hard at the gym. They would win the game this week, even if it was purely by his will.
*
Fred had never been this nervous for a game before. Every single playoff game, championship, or even the Superbowl hadn’t prepared him for this feeling.
His girl was up there, and he had to impress you today.
The crowd screamed louder than ever as he ran onto the field with his team. There were signs everywhere, asking if you were here and making jokes about Fred being a loverboy. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face as he looked around the stadium, taking it all in.
There was nothing he loved more than football, and having other people love him for it was even more special.
Still, Fred tried to catch your eye in the VIP booth, and his smile widened when he saw you talking to his mum. Embarrassing as it was, everyone loved her, so she was probably the quickest way to your heart. Eventually, though, his mum took pity on him and pointed him out to you.
And shit, your smile when Fred finally looked into your eyes. The two of you were far away, so it was hard to tell, but he already knew it was beautiful. He stared at you, probably for longer than was considered normal until the whistle blew and he was forced to follow his team.
*
This was probably the best game his team had ever played. Everyone was in sync, and the plays they’d worked on all summer were gaining them yards across the field. Everyone could feel the energy in the stadium as people cheered his name.
The only problem, Fred hadn’t yet scored a touchdown. Halftime had just ended, and the team was up thirty-one points. He could feel the coaches wanting to pull him out and let the best people rest while they had such a great lead, however, he silently begged them to let him stay in.
Just one good play and I’ve got this.
And his chance finally came halfway through the third quarter. They were only a few yards away from the endzone, and Fred knew that this was his chance as Oliver called the play.
The whistle blew, and Fred didn’t even see the other players as he sprinted into the endzone, dodging anyone who attempted to get in his way. He and Oliver were in perfect sync as he threw the ball straight into Fred’s hands, securing another six points for the team.
The crowd screamed as the touchdown was announced, and Fred couldn’t stop himself from doing a little victory dance. His eyes found your booth as he headed to the sideline, and he blushed from head to toe at your reaction. You were jumping around and screaming with joy (he hoped) and you looked adorable.
In a moment of confidence, he caught your eye, placed his hand on his chest, and held out half a heart, mouthing “This one is for you.”
Part of him wondered if he was coming on too strong, but the other part was enamored with you as you clasped your hand over your beautiful smile and held half a heart back.
The crowd let out an “aww” as you showed up on the screen beside him, and he couldn’t stop himself from beaming at the nearby camera. He could feel people tapping away at their phones to post on social media, but he didn’t care. You were cheering for him.
The game continued, and Fred was mostly put on the sidelines to give some of the rookies a chance to play, as it was looking pretty good for his team. He couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances at your booth, so much so that the team was beginning to notice.
“Fred, loverboy, the game is this way,” Lee Jordan teased.
“Staring at your mom, Weasley?” Andrew Sloper asked.
Even Oliver, who usually had a stick up his ass, joined in on the fun. “God, Fred, you’d think Taylor Swift was here or something.”
Fred was happy to laugh with them. He hadn’t remembered feeling this giddy in a long time, and he couldn’t push the smile from his face. Part of him was eager for the game to be over, so he could go see you.
Still, his hands shook and butterflies erupted from his stomach when he thought about heading up to your booth. Would conversation flow? Would you even like him in person after all these years? Did you only come for free tickets or for internet clout?
That wasn’t it, he knew. You were too kind, too good to do that when it was obvious how head over heels he was for you. Still, part of him worried.
*
Fred was sure his team was sick of him by now. He’d been agonizing over his hair for the past thirty minutes as he prepared to leave the locker room and finally see you. He’d blown you a kiss as he left the field, and he was wondering if he’d come on too strong, and clearly if his hair was wrong it would ruin everything.
Maybe he was panicking a little bit. He’d texted you a few minutes ago, giving you instructions on how to get to the family and friends area outside the locker room. He hoped his mum would guide you there, as the last thing he wanted was for you to get lost and attacked by rabid football fans. You didn’t deserve that.
After a few more minutes, he realized that his hair was hopeless (it looked fine) and decided he would rather not leave you waiting. With a last look in the mirror and a deep breath, he headed out of the locker room.
The area was crowded; full of girlfriends, wives, children, and all sorts of family and friends of the team. There was a buzz in the room of people talking, laughing, and generally celebrating the win. The sounds got even louder as he entered, and Fred could see people acting like they weren’t staring at him.
Still, he wasn’t paying attention to anything but you as you locked eyes across the room. You gave him a shy smile, and he couldn’t stop himself from beaming as he headed straight for you.
“Hey,” you said. Your eyes were piercing, and very distracting. He couldn’t seem to form a thought as he stared into them.
“Hey,” he said back, stupidly. He hesitated for a moment as the butterflies felt more like stampeding wildebeest in his stomach. “Did you enjoy the game?”
There was a teasing lilt to your voice as you responded. “I don’t know. It was alright, I suppose.”
“Alright?” Fred asked in mock annoyance. He placed a light hand on your back as he guided you out of the family area. “I guess next time I’ll give my free VIP tickets to someone else.”
You snorted. “As if you have someone else to give them to.”
“Hey! I have plenty of people to give tickets to.”
“Like who?” you asked. “Your mom?”
Fred smiled and placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “You dare insult Mother Weasley?”
You smiled and stared at the ground as you shook your head. “Never. We had a great time hanging out tonight.”
He gave you a soft smile. “I’m glad. I have a feeling that you’re going to be her new favorite.”
As the two of you neared the press area, Fred straightened and pressed his hand slightly closer to your back. He didn’t want to be too forward, however, he knew how aggressive the press could be. “For this next part, just be careful of the reporters. Our security is really good, and honestly,” he chuckled a bit, “I could take most of them, but I don’t want anyone making you uncomfortable.”
You nodded and pressed a bit closer to him, making him blush even harder.
It was a small hallway, and the press was kept behind some silver barriers that allowed the two of you some space to walk. Cameras flashed and videos recorded Fred and you walking past. You had the prettiest smile in the world, and Fred couldn’t stop looking at you as you gave an especially beautiful one to the cameras.
He’d have to find that photo later.
Fred was desperate to grab your hand as the two of you walked toward his convertible, but his hands were sweaty and shook at the thought. You looked gorgeous in the moonlight, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from dropping to your lips.
As the two of you sped off, you looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “I believe I was promised a jersey after the game.”
He smirked. “I’m pretty sure I said we’ll see.”
“So you don’t want to see me in your jersey next game?”
“Who said you were getting invited to my next game?”
“Seemed like someone enjoyed having me there tonight,” you said, looking away from him, a teasing smile on your face.
Fred smiled. “When did you get so confident? I remember it took forever for us to actually talk when we met.”
“I know it may surprise you Freddie, but some of us grew up a bit after college.”
“Really?” he gasped, dropping his jaw. “That's crazy.”
“And,” you added, “some of us have learned how to tell when someone is flirting with us.”
That's when Fred’s jaw dropped for real, and red spread all the way to his ears. He turned back to the road, focusing on driving as hard as he could. Letting you see the giddy beam on his face was not an option. Your hand moved toward the center console, right next to his, and every part of him itched to hold it.
He cleared his throat. “So, uh…how have you been?”
He listened to you describe your life and your job as if he had not been stalking you on Instagram since he met you. It seemed like you had thrived since college, and Fred felt his heart soar when he heard how happy you were. You deserved everything, and Fred silently hoped he would be there to see you get it.
As the two of you pulled into the parking lot, Fred caught you staring at him, biting your lip as he backed into the spot. He smiled to himself as he got out of the car and opened the door for you.
“Dinner?”
*
Dinner was perfect. Fred couldn’t stop laughing and smiling in your presence, and it seemed like you were having a great time as well. Every so often the conversation would lull, and he would catch you staring at him as the two of you enjoyed your meal.
He did his share of staring as well, but he hoped that he was less obvious about it.
(He wasn’t.)
Fred finally found the courage to grab your hand as the two of you were leaving the restaurant, with your head thrown back in a laugh that rocked his world. You just looked so adorable that he had to hold you, even if it was just your hand.
He knew it was the right choice when you immediately squeezed his hand. He squeezed back, which caused you to do it again, beginning an all-out hand-squeezing war that only ended when the two of you were laughing too hard to continue.
Christ, your laugh was just so beautiful. You looked so free and so happy when you simply threw your head back and laughed, letting your joy overtake your entire body. Fred could feel himself staring, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be a part of your sunshine.
Too soon, you stopped laughing and just stared back at him. He held your gaze for a moment, letting his eyes flick to your lips every so often. He stepped closer to you. Close enough to touch you. Close enough to lean in…
Close enough to kiss you.
You’re eyes slid shut as Fred leaned in and placed a hand under your chin to tilt your face up to meet his. Slowly, so terribly slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
Your lips were soft, and they seemed to meld with his perfectly. Fred could feel his pulse racing as you tugged on the lapels of his jacket to get closer. Christ, he just wanted to be closer to you, closer, and closer.
You opened your mouth slightly, and Fred took that opportunity to part your lips and deepen the kiss. He felt you inhale sharply and panicked for a moment until he heard your small moan at the movements of his tongue. All Fred knew was that he wanted to hear that sound again, and again, and again until you couldn’t make it anymore, until you were tired and sick with pleasure-
You gasped as you pulled away from him. Your lips were raw and red, matching the blush that colored your cheeks. It was silent for a moment as the two of you gazed at each other.
Fred smirked. “So…do you think we still have chemistry?”
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I’m curious about stuff again specifically for people who like to read.
I put both girls and boys just to see if there’s a difference. And if you are trans or genderqueer please do think as to what gender you considered yourself at the age you started reading and not your current chosen gender.
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Imagine telling James you're pregnant
The whole house was so quiet one could hear a pin drop and at any other moment, the house's silence would have had you worried, wondering if James was planning to partake in some mischief. But said bespectacled man was sitting before you at the dining room table, having for the first time in all of the time you had known him been stunned into silence and at any other time, it would have made you laugh. But now, you stayed silent, hands covering your smile as you both stared at the potion between the two of you on the table.
There was no need for you to tell him what potion sat before him. James hadn't spent so much time with his father, watching with fascinated eyes as the older Potter man fiddled around with ingredients, trying to make new potions in his workshop. The bottle wasn't anything extravagant or anything, it was a simple vial that could be found at any apothecary. No, it was what was inside the vial that had caused James' reaction: the bubbly, thin, pink liquid.
James removes his glasses and wipes the lens on his shirt as if to really make sure that the potion he's seeing is real. When he puts them on again and nothing in his sight changes, he stands up and takes large strides to reach you. He places a hand on your stomach though there's no way that you could already be showing. "Is that what I think it is?" He asks softly, his thumbs rubbing gentle small circles on your stomach.
You nod as your smile grows bigger. "It's a pregnancy potion and it's positive."
James cups your face with his hands and pulls you in for a seeing kiss. "We're going to be parents."
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I've got very picky book taste. I'm picky in many ways. I'm a picky eater, I'm picky about the stuff i'll watch, i'm picky about the video games i'll play, etc. But I want to focus on my taste in books for right now. I have criteria for what i'll read. Let me go find my book collection, and list some of the time i've read over the years. So let's just list the stuff I see, explain it, and then see if we both don't learn about me:
Percy Jackson and everything else Rick Riordan did (I have all of PJO, all of HOO, all of TKC, All of Magnus Chase, and I read the first three books of the Trials of Apollo. I gave up that series after Jason died, both because COVID took me away from school (where I did my best reading), and also because Jason's death devastated me).
Harry Potter (I loved these books as a kid. Or well, I loved Dumbledore and the teachers. The last book was too full of death and no school stuff, so I didn't like it. But the teachers at Hogwarts? I loved them. Albus Dumbledore and Gandalf are still the reason I love Wizards so much. I read Harry Potter nearly five times in a row, because those first 5-6 books were amazing. Now that I know about JK Rowling being a horrible human being... it's hard to engage. But I still do hold love for some of the characters. I just haven't reread the books in a long time).
The Lord of the Rings (I haven't read these since I was really young. But in Grade 2, I read these books. And I read them again once or twice after that. But I never did understand Tolkien's mythos. It's too complicated. I never quite understood who Sauron was, or why he was evil. And the Silmarillion was too dry to read. But I did read The Hobbit, as that EA who died recently gave it to me when I was young. So again, I could never quite grasp them. But I loved Gandalf. I still really, really love him).
The Chronicles of Narnia (In elementary school, a teacher gifted these books to me. A worn out collection of them all. I managed to read the first four books (The Magician's Nephew, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, The Horse and his Boy and Prince Caspian). But I couldn't get past the Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Too many confusing ship terms. It lost me, and I never could get past it. So I only ever read those first four books. I ended up feeling content with that decision, though.
A Series of Unfortunate Events (I never did see the whole Netflix show, and I still never fully understood these books. I heard there were prequels, but I never read them. So these books were always very mysterious. The narrator always talks to the reader, randomly shoving in anecdotes about his tragic life. Confusing books. But they were also very fun. I remember there was a whole lot of great comedy in these books. A lot of depression and existensial stuff too, but I always preferred the comedy).
This is getting too long. Apparently I own too many books. So prepare for a part two. Maybe even a part three. I'll make those shortly. Then we can hopefully evaluate my reading taste, and figure out what I like and dislike.
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📖 prompt 7 please 🙏
📖𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒/𝐎, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝑻𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅
𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1𝐾 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡! Now closed
A/N: It is shameful how long it took me to get to your request! I am sorry, and I appreciate your patience. For what it's worth, I enjoyed writing and I hope it comes through. Thank you for joining the 1k event! I appreciate you!
Doing a project with your S/O, but you keep distracting them by being so cute.
“Tom, could you tell me again how to find Sirius?”
Y/N squinted their eyes at what they were certain was Orion's belt, adjusting the focus of the telescope.
“Tom?”
You tore your eyes away from the lens at the lack of response. You turned your head and froze, finding Tom’s intent gaze on you.
Whatever bewilderment he had at the moment, he hid it quickly and expertly. “Hm, sorry?” He murmured and frantically flipped the pages of his textbook, balanced perfectly on his lap.
You giggled. “Sirius,” you shook your head. “I need to find Sirius.”
“Ah,” his hand stopped, and he raised his eyes back to you. “It’s the brightest star after you draw a line towards East from Orion’s belt,” he recited, clearly not needing the textbook.
“Hm,” Y/N pouted as they returned their attention to the telescope. Seeing the adorable gesture, Tom felt a blush creep up his cheeks in the brisk air of the Astronomy Tower.
“Will you take a look?” Y/N swerved the telescope’s end towards him. “You might have better luck finding.”
Tom nodded, squinting his own eye as he leaned into the telescope. There was a brief silence as you left his sight and Tom momentarily forgot about your presence. His characteristic studious self returned to him; the helpless boy infatuated with a classmate was nowhere to be seen. His fingers expertly adjusted the focus.
Finally, he gave a light chuckle. “You’ve zoomed in too far,” he smirked. “Here,” Tom pulled back his chair.
Y/N without a moment of hesitation, pulled up their chair up to him. Tom’s eyes widened at the sudden proximity. He even felt a few stray strands of your hair tickle his cheek. A whiff of your perfume hit his scent. It was floral and elegant. With a nervous hitch, he held his breath, feeling like he wasn’t supposed to be breathing in the lovely scent.
“Ah, you’re right,” Y/N chastised themselves, biting down on their embarrassed smile.
“Brilliant as always, Tom,” they murmured teasingly.
But, the compliments that Tom usually adored fell on deaf ears. Instead, Tom was busy staring at you. His eyes flickered back and forth between your eyes and your supple lips under your teeth, wondering what they would feel like if he were the one to bite on them. Your eyes, on the other hand, seemed to reflect the Milky Way itself. The short exhale from your lips rose into the air as a cloud, obscuring the stars that reflected in your eyes from the telescope.
Tom’s hand reached without a command.
You tensed when you felt the tip of his cold fingers brush over the shell of your ear. He had tucked the loose strand of hair behind your right ear.
You tore your eyes away from Sirius to Tom, arching your brows in a silent question. In the dim lighting of the tower, you desperately hoped that he didn’t catch the heat that crept up to your cheeks.
Tom, on the other hand, seemed to snap out of the trance as he quickly retracted his curious hand. Tom was flustered, perhaps even more so than you, if that was possible. He dug his nails into his palms, inwardly scolding them for forgetting his place. He bit down on his lips, not daring to risk embarrassing himself further.
From the way he averted your eyes, you intuited that he didn’t want to explain what that was about.
Instead, you whispered empathetically, hoping to relieve him of his misery “Sirius moved a bit, by 18 degrees since last week.”
Tom merely hummed and furiously scratched down the observation in his notes. It sounded correct, based on Earth’s revolution.
You watched in silence, your curious eyes attempting to catch his eyes, hidden behind the locks of his hair that haphazardly fell. Your eyes traced down his arm, to his hand that moved across the page, producing a beautiful handwriting underneath it.
You noted how pale they were. The sharp angles of his joints that held the quill. His fingers were cold, you remembered. Without a word, your hands reached over to wrap around his.
He took a sharp breath in as he froze under your touch. He immediately began to feel the sensation and warmth return to his extremities. His nervous eyes found yours, only to lose themselves in yours.
Your eyes were beautiful. Fascinating. As if the secrets of the universe were hidden deep in the wells of your irises. The same secrets that the astronomers sought after and physicists puzzled over.
It was bizarrely serene and quiet at this hour in the Astronomy Tower. Only the two of them. Huddled subconsciously against the harsh wind. As they held their breaths in hushed excitement at the stars. The time seemed to freeze up here, Tom noticed, suddenly wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment with you for eternity; just admiring you as you admire the stars. The only telling sign of the passing time was the stars crossing above their heads.
“Tom,” your amused sigh brought him back to reality once again. “Tom, we have to finish this,” your eyes were trained on his paused hand, the sentence unfinished. But still, a hint of smile peered through your biting lips.
“Right,” Tom blinked away his thoughts, willing himself to focus on the writing. “Right, of course.”
He felt his cheeks glowing red from the embarrassment once more, wishing the Gods would spare his embarrassment and end this project already. But, at the same time, wishing for this project to never end.
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