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[thirtecnth]

"It very much is so," Jonah replied, raising a brow right back at her. There was a slight smirk on his face that said otherwise; however, that was all fair game as far as he was concerned. He began to roll his eyes, but that second line of questioning made his eyes go wide for just a split second instead. "Jesus Christ," he said with a chuckle, his composure completely broken. "One of those two. I won't say which one. I like to keep you guessing."

"Oh, is that so?" Violet challenges with a raise of her brows. She doesn't question or point out the hand on the small of her back, mostly because she doesn't want him to pull away. It does make her feel oddly smug, though, and she can't quite place why. She tosses a look at him. "Innocent hanging out between friends, huh? What were you looking forward to doing then? Nails? Facials?"

[harryssyndrome]

The Rain Girl | h.s

based on this request! Thx anon for sending your request [mwah mwah!] This is my all time favorite fairytale idea.

Posted on: December 9th, 2024 (IST). by the way I cried sm, can’t believe The Eras Tour is over😭 I need my swifties rn for comfort, fr. Omg I just noticed I’m posting after 13 DAYS, oh my swiftie heart rn. Like, comment and reblog are appreciated! I was so stuck with a long request that I exhausted my creative cells but I’m back now! and will complete all the small requests first 😌 DO NOT STEAL MY WORK, TRANSLATE OR PUBLISH TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM.

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summery: Harry meets a carefree girl in a London rain and then in that moment he knows those romcom feelings.

The rain had always been Harry’s companion, a quiet backdrop to the chaos of his life. He loved the way it muted the world, the way its steady rhythm provided a semblance of order amidst his own disarray. But today, the rain had taken him by surprise. He’d barely managed to duck under the awning of a small bookstore when the sky opened up, releasing a torrent that drenched the cobblestone streets in seconds.

Leaning against the wall, Harry adjusted his jacket, flicking water off the lapels and running a hand through his damp curls. The exhaustion from a long day at the studio weighed heavily on him. His debut album was supposed to be a labor of love, but lately, it felt more like a battle against his own insecurities. Each note, each lyric, each chord had to be perfect, and the pressure to live up to everyone’s expectations was relentless.

He pulled out his phone to check if it had survived the sudden downpour, his mind already on the warm haven of his apartment. He could picture it now—dim lighting, a soft blanket, and the vinyl player spinning one of his favorite records. But then he heard it.

A laugh.

Not just any laugh, but a sound so pure and unrestrained that it sliced through the rain like a melody. It wasn’t the kind of laugh that came from a joke or a conversation. It was a laugh born of joy, spontaneous and infectious.

His head turned toward the sound, his brows furrowing in curiosity. A few steps away, illuminated by the warm glow of a streetlamp, was a girl. No, not just a girl—a force of nature.

She was dancing in the rain.

Her arms were outstretched, her head thrown back as the rain cascaded over her. She spun in circles, her navy-blue skirt flaring around her legs, her white shirt plastered to her skin and revealing the faint outline of a black bra underneath. Long strands of hair clung to her back and face, but she didn’t seem to care. She stomped in puddles with bare feet, her movements wild and uncoordinated, and yet, there was a grace to her, a rhythm that made it impossible to look away.

Harry felt rooted to the spot, his fatigue momentarily forgotten. It wasn’t just her appearance that caught his attention—though she was undoubtedly striking—it was the way she seemed to exist outside of time. In a city that never stopped moving, she had created a world of her own, a pocket of joy amidst the gray monotony.

He leaned against the wall, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched her. She was oblivious to him, too consumed by the moment to notice the figure standing in the shadows. For a fleeting second, Harry felt envious. When was the last time he had let go like that? When was the last time he’d allowed himself to simply be?

Then, as if sensing his gaze, she stopped. Her laughter faded, and she turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and Harry felt a strange jolt in his chest.

“Enjoying the show?” she called out, her voice warm and teasing, carrying easily over the sound of the rain.

Harry blinked, caught off guard. He pushed himself off the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets in an attempt to appear nonchalant. “Hard not to,” he replied, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

She tilted her head, studying him. “And why are you just standing there? Afraid of a little rain?”

He chuckled, glancing down at his soaked boots. “Not exactly dressed for it,” he said, motioning to his leather boots and jacket.

“Boots can be replaced. Moments like this?” She spread her arms again, gesturing to the rain-soaked street. “Rare.”

Her words hung in the air, challenging him. Harry hesitated, torn between the logical part of his mind that told him to stay dry and the inexplicable urge to join her. “I’d ruin my boots,” he countered, though his tone lacked conviction.

She laughed again, the sound light and carefree. “Ruin them, then. It’s worth it.”

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but then an idea struck him. He glanced toward the small café just a few doors down, its warm lights spilling onto the street. Without a word, he darted toward it, ignoring the rain soaking through his jacket as he crossed the short distance.

Inside, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries greeted him. He approached the counter and ordered two takeaway cups of tea, the warmth seeping into his hands as he carried them back outside.

When he returned, she had stopped dancing, standing under the streetlamp with her head tilted back, letting the rain kiss her face. Her eyes flicked toward him as he approached, her curiosity evident.

“Thought you might need this,” he said, holding out one of the cups.

She blinked in surprise, then smiled as she accepted it. “Tea in the rain? How very British of you.”

He shrugged, a faint grin tugging at his lips. “Call it a peace offering. Or maybe an excuse to stand here and talk to you.”

She raised an eyebrow, her smile turning mischievous. “You didn’t need to buy me tea for that.”

Harry chuckled, taking a sip of his own tea. “Maybe not, but I thought it might earn me a few points.”

Her laughter returned, softer this time. She wrapped her hands around the cup, letting the steam rise toward her face. “Well, you’re off to a good start,” she admitted.

They stood in silence for a moment, the rain continuing to fall around them. Harry felt an unexpected sense of calm, the kind that had eluded him for weeks. She was magnetic in a way that wasn’t forced or deliberate.

“So,” he said finally, breaking the silence. “Do you always dance in the rain, or was I just lucky enough to catch a rare performance?”

She laughed, glancing down at her feet. “It’s not a regular thing,” she admitted. “But sometimes, you just… feel it, you know? Like the world is giving you permission to forget everything and just exist.”

Harry nodded slowly, her words resonating with him. “I think I needed to see that,” he said, his voice quiet but sincere.

Her expression softened, her gaze lingering on him. “Tough day?”

“Something like that,” he replied. He hesitated, unsure how much to share. “Long hours in the studio. Trying to get everything perfect.”

She tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “You’re a musician?”

He smiled faintly. “Something like that.”

“Well,” she said, her voice thoughtful, “perfection is overrated. Look at me—spinning around like a lunatic, completely soaked, and probably scaring off anyone sane enough to be walking these streets. But I feel perfect right now.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile. “You make a convincing argument.”

Her gaze lingered on him, her eyes warm and inviting. “You should try it,” she said suddenly, setting her tea cup down on the railing of a nearby staircase.

“Try what?”

“Dancing,” she said simply. “You’ve got the boots for it.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh, come on,” she urged, stepping closer. “You’re already wet. What’s the harm?”

Before he could protest, she grabbed his hand, her fingers warm despite the rain. She pulled him into the middle of the street, her laughter spilling over as he stumbled slightly, caught off guard.

“This is ridiculous,” he said, though he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Ridiculous is underrated,” she countered, spinning him in a clumsy circle.

Harry let out a genuine laugh, the sound surprising even himself. He let go of his inhibitions, stomping in puddles and spinning her around as the rain continued to pour. For the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn’t thinking about deadlines or expectations. He was just… living.

When they finally stopped, both breathless and soaked to the bone, she looked at him with a grin that was equal parts teasing and genuine. “See? Not so bad, is it?”

He shook his head, his curls plastered to his forehead. “Not bad at all.”

As the rain began to ease, she picked up her tea and took another sip, her eyes flicking toward the horizon. “Well, Harry Styles,” she said, her tone playful, “thanks for the tea and the company. I think you just made my day.”

He blinked, surprised. “You know who I am?”

She smirked, her gaze mischievous. “Who doesn’t?”

As she turned to leave, Harry couldn’t help but call out after her. “Hey! Rain girl!”

She paused mid-step, glancing over her shoulder with an amused smile. “Rain girl?”

He shrugged, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Well, I don’t know your name, and it fits. You did kind of make an impression tonight.”

Her smile widened, and she took a step closer, tilting her head. “Does that mean I’ll have to keep dancing in the rain just so you’ll remember me?”

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “You’ve already made yourself pretty unforgettable,” he said, his voice softer, more sincere. “But… how do I find you again? Do I have to wait for the next downpour and hope you’ll be out here?”

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, her expression teasing. “Well, I do love dancing in the rain. Maybe you’ll just have to keep an eye out.”

Harry groaned dramatically, though his grin never faltered. “That’s a bit risky, don’t you think? What if the rain doesn’t come for weeks?”

She laughed, the sound light and melodic. “Then you’ll learn some patience.”

“Or,” he countered, pulling his phone from his pocket and holding it out to her, “you could just give me your number and save me the suspense.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his persistence. After a moment, she took the phone from his hand, her fingers brushing against his as she typed. Harry watched her with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, and when she handed the phone back, he glanced at the screen.

The number was there, but instead of a name, she had saved it under the nickname he’d given her earlier: Rain Girl.

He chuckled, his eyes flicking back to her. “Seriously? No name? Just Rain Girl?”

She shrugged, her smile playful. “I like the nickname. Besides, it’ll make sure you remember me.”

Harry smiled, his heart feeling inexplicably lighter. “I don’t think I could forget you even if I tried,” he admitted, his tone sincere. “And now I know what I’ll be dreaming about tonight.”

Her cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, and she dipped into a playful bow, holding the edges of her skirt like it was a ballroom gown. “In that case, let me properly introduce myself. This Rain Girl’s name is YN.”

Harry’s grin widened as he repeated her name softly, as though testing how it felt on his tongue. “YN.”

She straightened, her smile bright despite the rain-soaked strands of hair clinging to her face. “Now you’ve got a name to go with the number,” she said.

“Perfect,” Harry said, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “But I still think Rain Girl suits you better.”

YN laughed, a sound that seemed to linger in the air even as she turned and began walking away. Harry watched her go, a strange warmth settling in his chest.

As the rain tapered off, leaving the streets glistening under the dim streetlights, Harry couldn’t stop smiling. He hadn’t just found shelter from the storm—he’d found something unexpected, something he couldn’t quite put into words yet.

And he knew one thing for sure: the next time it rained, he’d be looking for her.

[strawberryfairi]

“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 2.8k💠 Released March 15, 2024

NOTE: It's been too long since I've posted another chapter but hopefully I'm fully out of my (ridiculously long💀) writers block! Ngl, this chap kinda ass fr but the next chapter will be longer/better for sure! Thank you all for bearing with me🧚🏾‍♀️💜

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CHAPTER 7; MORE THAN FRIENDS MOMENTS

Your hands trembled a little as they clutched your gold chain, eyes wide and filled with anxiousness.

You had barely even walked five feet, keeping your movements slow and reaching out occasionally to brush your fingers along the wall, making sure you weren't going to bump into anything and hurt yourself. You kept your breathing steady, picking up the pace as to reach the end of the corridor. The end had another fork, but this time there was also an option to go straight. If you go to the right, you thought maybe you'd be able to go around and find everyone. But if you were wrong...

"If things don't go right, go left, but if things ain't goin' left, keep on straight." You whispered to yourself. Heading towards the door that led straight you were now in a lit room, filled with low green colored lights. This room looked a mess, hospital beds lazily placed all over, some against the wall and some in the middle of the room completely flipped on their sides. Sheets were hanging off some of them or nailed against the wall as well. Paperwork like birth certificates littered the floor, and the sound of squeaking rats filled the silence. Randomly, there was a couch, with someone sitting on it. Their head was thrown back lazily, eyes wide open, in a hospital patient outfit. You let out a little noise of shock, jumping back a bit. Your eyes stayed fixed on the patient, not bothering to move until you felt like it was safe.

Suddenly, the patient smacked his hands against the couch, creating a loud sound that made your heart lose its rhythm. You yelped, slapping a hand over your mouth. The patient must have been toying with you as that's all he did...or so you thought.

You needed to get through so you just scurried by quickly, squealing and yelping the whole way past him.

"WAIT!" He hollered, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

"Ah!" You screamed loudly, breaking out into a full out sprint. He chased after you, yelling out that you needed to come with him. You panted, still hearing the sound of his shoes beating against the cement floor. Running into a short hallway you then turned to the right, continuing to run until you were out of breath. You didn't even know if he was still chasing you or not, the ambient sounds were booming in this room you entered. It was flashing bright white lights, highly disorienting as all you wanted was to just catch your breath for a second. Some metal clanging sounds startled you, making you book it out of there like a fearful deer in headlights. The next room was pitch black aside from the extremely low red lights on a desk near the far end of the room, another disorienting contrast from the wildly flashing lights room you were previously in.

Suddenly, as you were running, someone appeared what felt like out of nowhere from in front of you, grabbing your waist and forcing you backwards with their movements. You didn't even hear them coming! "AAH-mmm!" Your scream was abruptly silenced with a hand over your mouth. The actors weren't allowed to touch anyone so what the fuck is going on?! Your eyes widened, the sound of someone yelling and running into this dark room from the direction you would have been going made your heart pound harder. The fact that you haven't had a heart attack yet was mind boggling. You reached up, wrapping both hands around the wrist of whoever had a hold on you.

"It's me, it's me, it's me!" Kazutora whispered by your right ear, pressing you against a cold, smooth wall. It felt like a five hundred pound weight was lifted off of you. Now that he was close enough you could see his silhouette, along with faint details of his face and earring. You relaxed instantly, both of you staying quiet as the actor ran out of the room. His hand retracted hesitantly, pulling away from you cautiously.

"AAAAAAHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Muffled maniacal laughter gradually became louder. A couple had ran into the dark room you both were in, being chased by that same actor that seemed to have been chasing Kazutora. His hand went right back over your mouth, keeping you quiet while the other used the wall for support. Instinctually, you gripped onto his jacket tightly, pulling him closer until you both were practically one person. The couple flew out of the room like bats straight outta hell, screaming their heads off.

The couple was finally out of the room, but the actor sounded like he was pacing back and forth in character, banging his fists against desks and the wall opposite from you both to make loud, startling noises. Your eyes were wide, trying with everything you had to get even a slightly clear glimpse of your surroundings. The only real assurance of Kazutora's presence was the hand over your mouth and feeling his body pressed closely against you. You two stayed still like statues, trying to keep your breathing as steady and quiet as possible. Once the actor had left the room, you let out a shaky sigh through your nose.

Thank God....

The two of you slowly relaxed, his forehead resting on the space between your neck and shoulder as he let his other hand lazily slide down and find a home by your upper arm. "That felt real didn't it?" He whispered with a small, breathy chuckle. You nodded shortly in response, still shook about everything that just took place.

And just then, it seemed at the same time it finally dawned on the two of you the kind of position you both were in.

This proximity...it's the closest you two have ever been...and the hand placements...

In that moment, Kazutora lifted his head, slowly as to not startle you, his hair tickling your neck. He felt like everything was moving in slow motion except for his pounding heartbeat. Surely it was from all that running he'd just did trying to find you, right? You kept your head down towards his chest, knowing if you looked up at him your nose would practically be touching his chin. He moved like he wasn't even conscious of what he was doing, his hand still resting on your upper arm hesitantly dragging its way to the space where your neck meets your jaw. Excitement coursed all throughout his veins as he lifted your head to meet his eyes. You looked up at him, eyes all sparkly and innocent, your grip on his jacket loosening little by little.

Why are you so damn cute?

There was no way you didn't know what you were doing. How could you not know? You do this to him all the time! You never have to really say or do much to make him feel like he can't breathe, can't control himself. One simple look his way and he's falling apart at the seams.

Then, right in that moment, you went and did something dangerous. Kazutora's eyes locked onto your lips, watching as your tongue swiped temptingly against your thinly glossed bottom lip. In his eyes, it was one of the most sensual things he'd ever witnessed so far in his life, and he concludes he'd do anything for a taste of your lips right now. His hand against the wall gently landed at your waist, then hesitantly snaked around you. It gave you the slightest bit of courage to lean forward towards him, just a little.

The small movement didn't go unnoticed by him though. Feeling motivated by your subtle advance, he also made a small effort to close the gap. Your lips brushed against his faintly, the gesture unintentionally teasing him. Both of you breathed heavily, chests rising and falling visibly as your eyelids fluttered closed. He wondered if you were feeling exactly what he feels right now. It was more like he needed you to feel the same way, he couldn't possibly go through these emotions alone. This weird nervous, anxious kind of excitement...and all the damn questions he couldn't bare to ask you.

Did you want his touch in the same way he wanted yours? Did you like the way he held you close like this? Did you really want to kiss? How much did you want to kiss him? Would he scare you away if he asked those things out loud? Damn, he couldn't take it anymore!

Finally, he pressed his lips against yours firmly yet gently. His mind went completely blank, rapidly being filled to the brim with a blissful fog. Your lips were even better than he imagined, they're so soft, and warm. The kiss deepened naturally, your hands finally letting go of his jacket to slowly wrap around his neck, while his hand on your cheek moved down to snake around your waist like the other, practically hugging you.

Your touch sent tingly shivers all down his spine, yet his whole body was burning hot. He could stay like this forever and be completely content without anything else. You were addictive, with those pretty, fully plump lips. The kiss was slow yet intense, your lips moving against each others with a kind of passion neither of you have the guts to acknowledge with words is there.

Then suddenly, the realization of where the two of you were, and the fact that there was now, officially, an obnoxiously visible grey area with your relationship to Kazutora came and hovered over your little moment. You pulled away abruptly, a little smacking sound the two of your lips made only adding to the fierce embarrassment settling in. Your head was cast down, lips no longer in Kazutora's reach as he furrowed his brows in disappointment. He felt like he'd just got snatched out of an amazing dream he didn't want to end.

"We should get out of here." You murmur bashfully, one hand messing around with your curls subconsciously.

"Oh...yeah." He responded blankly, his mind still stuck drifting off aimlessly in that dreamland your lips had sent him to. He trails behind you, feeling both amazing and yet utterly confused.

Why'd he even go and kiss you anyways? The real question is...why'd you let him?

💎

In thirty minutes the two of you finally found the exit, meeting up with the rest of your group. They all had made their way to the arcade, as the inner part of the theme park was already closed, leaving just the haunted attraction and arcade left to enjoy.

"Well goddamn! It took you guys long enough!" Asuka huffed, throwing her hands in the air as she spotted us. The rest of the group turned around, all making the same kind of comments and expressions at your tardiness.

"Ehh, it wasn't that long." Kazutora chuckled, waving her off.

"No, it very much was! We've been out here forever!" Yumi whines.

"Well at least we're all together now. What should we do from here? The park's gonna close in a while!" You chime in.

"How 'bout the arcade?" Hanma suggests with a plain shrug, looking to his left at the plethora of multicolored lights coming from the arcade area.

You all agreed as there was literally nothing else to do. Wandering around the arcade, you looked for something that interested you, Kazutora following closely next to you.

"Oh my goooosh! Look at this big old thing!" You beam, running over and pointing at a top shelf with a huge plushie. It was a white bunny with a strawberry hat, blushing pink cheeks, and a cute strawberry dress on. "It's soooo cute! I wanna win it!" You exclaimed determinedly. It was a claw game, a game you've never really been good at, but you wanted to try anyways.

Kazutora chuckles at your excitement and walks over to the game, watching your first two futile attempts at getting the big prize.

"Here, I'll get it for you." He offers, scooting you out of the way. You watch with a slight pout, disappointed that you couldn't get it yourself but grateful that you had help. Kazutora's focused, brows furrowed while he chews slightly on his bottom lip.

The claw makes slow, calculated movements, before finally stopping and clamping down right on the rabbits ear. "Oh!' You gasp but then quickly cover your mouth, the process wasn't over yet, he still needed to get it to the drop box. Again the claw proceeds to move, this time even slower than before, carrying the large bunny over to the left corner. By now Kazutora's lips were pursed tightly together, brows still furrowed deeply as he almost gets the prize to the opening.

"Oh my gosh, it's so close." You mumble barely above a whisper, hovering your hands over your mouth as you watch from behind him.

Then the prize drops.....right into the dropbox.

"YEEEEEESSS!" You both exclaim happily. Without thinking, you go and wrap your arms around Kazutora from behind, burying your face in his shoulder as you squeal in excitement. Your heart skips a beat as you realize what you did, pulling away with a slight awkward chuckle. It didn't go unnoticed by you the way Kazutora's cheeks dusted light pink from your gesture.

The game announces that we've won, then opens the large latch so you could grab the toy. The plush looks even bigger in your arms, reaching all the way down to your mid thighs from your chin.

"It's so perfect. Thank you so much, K!" You beam, giving him a cute, closed eyed smile.

"It was nothing." He murmurs softly, feeling that same slightly annoying tugging feeling in his chest.

From a far, Yumi and Asuka notice the whole scene, giggling and murmuring to each other unbeknownst to Hanma.

"Something definitely happened while they were in that haunted house." Asuka smirks devilishly.

💎

Once the park closed you all went your separate ways home. You learned through the group chat with your friends that Hanma ended up walking Yumi home, leading you to tell them that Kazutora did as well.

The walk back to your place after the train ride was excruciating, but somehow in an exciting way. It was quiet between you two, and so tense. The crisp, nearly November, air felt hot and heavy like the middle of August. Every brush of your hand against his caused you both to jump, eyes going wide while looking away from each other. It made you feel like you were in middle school or something. Since when were you this jumpy around him?

You hoped it wasn't obvious, the nervousness, and the quick stolen glances. You wanted to hold his hand, or have him wrap his arm around you, but you knew it was probably wrong. The two of you are just friends, and it's best to stay that way. It hasn't even been a day later and you both already don't know how act. It's awkward, like all the work the two of you did to get closer just went out of the window.

Neither of you had the guts to break the silence, at least, not until you got to your place.

"Thanks for walking me home, K." You mutter with a shy smile, clutching your bunny plushie to your chest.

"You don't have to thank me for that." He shrugs, looking to the side while placing his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah I do." You shake your head with a slight frown. Once again a silence falls between you too, yet this time the two of your eyes do all the talking.

Yours were involuntarily pleading for a kiss, a touch, anything from him. Just the one moment was quickly proving to not be enough. Part of you is disappointed you broke the kiss so early before. You didn't give yourself enough time to savor it.

"I'll see you later, alright?" He says, looking at you with a soft gaze that made your heart skip.

"Mhm." You nod, trying not to look as disappointed as you felt. What would happen if you asked him to come inside with you? You knew you didn't have the guts to ask and find out. The two of you slowly back away from each other, neither one truly ready to leave the other's sight. You force yourself to turn around, breaking the intense gaze and head inside to your apartment.

Tiredly you change into your nightwear. It was too much work to be all meticulous with your hair, so you opted for a basic pineapple using your satin scarf and threw a bonnet on top. You find yourself staring at the ceiling on your bed, your fingers grazing ever so slightly against your lips.

"That was my first kiss...."

[izzy-b-hands]

You Send Me: Chapter One

So, time for something a little bit self-indulgent, but that I hope y’all might enjoy as well! 

Title comes from the song by Sam Cooke, he has a voice smooth like butter and as beautiful as sunshine, so give that a listen before or after you read this, just so long as you listen to it lol. 

This is my first trans (FtM) reader/Freddie fic, with a dash of my usual gen Queen fic antics thrown in. I have it taking place during the American and Canadian tour that Queen was on in 1978, in a bit of an AU version of it where Freddie is A. for sure single and ready to mingle so to speak, and B. the crew would be willing to pick up a new road crew member that was a novice and take them on tour! 

I’m trying to keep it from seeming too personal to me, though I admit part of the reason I’m writing it is because this is also something I’ve been wanting to read lol. I didn’t intend for it to be multi-chapter (especially since I have another multi-chapter fic for a different fandom I still need to finish...) but that’s where it went! 

That said, if everyone seems a little rude and stiff in this first chapter, it’s because they (like the tour) are just getting warmed up, and we’ll get to some real fun and found family things as the fic goes on! 

Here’s to hoping I’ve done okay on this first chapter, and my love to all who read/like/reblog!

“New kid is gonna tip over,” John muttered, pointing you out to Roger. 

Admittedly, the amp was at least the size of your torso if laid vertically against you, but it wasn’t overly heavy, just kind of, and you didn’t think you looked all that awkward. 

Apparently, that wasn’t the case. 

“He can hear you,” Roger said after another puff on his cigarette. “Whisper, at least.” 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. The teasing, you had been warned, was all in good nature, and everyone went through it their first tour with Queen. No one was actually out to hurt feelings, at least not intentionally, and by the end each person had a new nickname from the band as a result. It was like the first odd holiday with a significant other’s family, or so you figured, having not actually experienced that yourself, but having heard horror stories. 

“He can’t hear me,” John protested. 

“I can,” you spoke up, fighting to hide how out of breathe you were getting holding up the amp. Where the fuck was Crystal with the dolly to finish moving everything? 

“Ah,” was all John said in reply, his eyes watching your arms as they shook just slightly. 

“For pity’s sake!” 

Before you could so much as try and readjust the amp in your arms, half of it was out of your arms and into Freddie’s, who had come out of seemingly nowhere.

“Waiting on Crystal?” he asked calmly, as if having to help out his road crew like this was utterly par the course. 

“I am,” you replied. “Should someone go check on him?” 

“Oh no,” Freddie shook his head. “He’s probably having a cigarette outside.” 

You nodded, then frowned and shook your head. “But he told me he’d be right back to put this in the-” 

The reality of the slightly mean prank slowly dawned on you. 

“We should probably set this down, shouldn’t we?” you muttered. 

“Got nowhere else to be except the next town over,” Freddie chirped, cheerful from how fantastically the show had gone. His eyes were still alight with the night’s adrenaline. “And this amp will need to come with us, so I won’t go until it does.” 

“It does get heavy, though,” you pointed out. Even Freddie’s arms were starting to twitch just a bit the longer you stood there, John and Roger giggling a few feet away. 

“Think we could leave you two here all night, doing that,” Roger smirked. “You ruined it, by the way, Fred. I had a bet going with Crystal on how long he’d hold it, you owe me a tenner now.” 

“We’d find plenty fun to do here together, if you abandoned us, thank you very much,” Freddie replied, sticking out his tongue at Roger before gesturing to you to help him set the amp down. “More fun then you’ll find with your tenner.” 

“That a challenge?” Roger smiled, his cigarette deftly plucked from his lips before it could fall with the movement. 

Freddie only shook his head before striding over and tossing Roger a ten pound bill from his pocket. “Come on now...uh...” 

He winced, and you realized you hadn’t even been properly introduced to him aside from being called ‘the kid’ (a ridiculous title to you, your argument being you were only a year younger than John, making you a respectable 26.) 

“Y/N,” you said, and ignored the giggles from John and Roger. 

“How does an American come by that name?” Freddie asked, but there was no malice in his voice. 

“Chose it myself,” you said, and shot John a look. He’d been wonderful and kind thus far about not outing your unfortunately still legal old first name to anyone, but he seemed into stirring shit up this evening, and you found yourself nervous. 

“I’d like to hear sometime how you came to choose that one,” Freddie continued. You’d been warned about this, in a good way, that he had a way for making a person feel like there was no one else in the room but the two of you, and that it could be overwhelming the first time if you weren’t used to that. 

You weren’t used to it, but you liked it. 

“Not really that interesting of a story,” you replied softly. 

One of his brows twitched just barely, and he smiled. “Fair enough, if you say. But I’d like to hear it regardless.” 

“Really?” 

Before he could reply, you all turned to the sound of footsteps heading out the door. 

“Did Crystal forget us?” John asked less to anyone but to the door outside as it slammed shut and the lights in the backstage area flicked off. 

The only visible light was the tip of Roger’s cigarette, as he puffed and replied. “Think that might be a yes.” 

You stood stock-still, afraid to accidentally trip over the amp and somehow hurt it. There was the sound of scuffling footsteps, and once all three of them seemed to be gone, you let out a soft sigh. 

“God, I know,” Freddie sighed. 

The urge to jump a foot was hard to resist, but you managed it. “I thought you left with them.” 

“Thought about it,” Freddie said. “But they’ll come back for us, and someone needs to watch the amp.” 

“I’m here,” you reminded him, though you didn’t exactly relish the idea of being alone in a theater that felt just as empty as you knew it was. 

“But why should you have to stay alone? You’d stay for me, I’m sure,” Freddie replied. 

“That’s a little bit different.” 

You couldn’t see the glint in Freddie’s eye, but you had seen it often enough and could tell by the weight of the silence that it was there. 

“Is that so? How is it different?” 

“Well,” you swallowed a breath, fighting off the odd set of nerves that had just awakened, as you hadn’t felt nervous around the crew or band aside from ‘new job jitters’ until now. “You’re the talent. I mean, my main job is just getting coffee, toting things around, doing what Crystal tells me, doing what you guys tell me, doing what anyone else tells me-” 

Freddie interrupted you with a giggle. “Make it sound more glamorous, why don’t you.” 

“It still is!” you insisted. “I mean, this is what I signed up for, I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful-” 

He interrupted you again with a laugh. “Stop that, I’m only teasing. No one mentioned you were so sensitive.” 

You opened your mouth to reply, then closed it for a moment. “Teasing?” 

“Now he’s getting it,” Freddie smiled, and you could just make it out as your eyes adjusted to the dark. 

A comfortable silence settled over you both as you waited.

And waited. 

And waited.

Finally you both ended up sat by the amp, leaning just so slightly against each side of it. 

“He doesn’t do this often, does he?” you asked.

“Crystal? No, never,” Freddie replied, and bit at his lip. You could see the wheels turning, him working over exactly what Crystal’s deal tonight must be to have forgotten not only equipment, but band members and crew at the venue. “I mean, he’ll play that joke, have you hold something expensive and heavy longer than you should have to before he comes in to help you carry out and be packed, but if this is another version of that...” 

“Not a fan?” 

“Not really, no,” Freddie answered. “Not that I’m stuck here with you, just that we’re stuck here at all. I should be sleeping at the hotel, and you should be...well, getting into whatever mischief you want with the rest of the crew.” 

“I don’t think they’re interested in any of that with me,” you admitted. It felt safe to talk about it in the dark, when you could only just make each other out. “I haven’t really fit in yet, but this is my first tour, and I mean, I wasn’t even with you until we met in the first city here, and that’s not the time to get to know someone, I figure, and-” 

Freddie hushed you softly, sweetly. “I’m getting to know you, and we’re in a city, on tour, essentially working. What would prevent them from doing the same thing, in a moment or two of down time?” 

You didn’t have a good answer for that. You had tried to get along with the road crew, but in their defense, most of them had been on at least one tour before this. They had their methods, rhythms, routines, and you, as the new kid, were a kink in those that maybe wasn’t exactly welcomed. 

And of course, you didn’t want to think it might be the one thing you were desperately worried it was. 

It wasn’t like it was a secret. The only reason you knew the crew member who had gotten you this job was due to meeting him while in Europe, getting treatment for your transition. Presumably, he had told the band and the rest of the crew how you had met. 

But you didn’t want to think that you were transgender would be enough reason for the crew to avoid you, not when they otherwise seemed kind and accepting, like a family with their playful teasing and poking at each other, even at the band. 

But. 

You couldn’t know for sure that it wasn’t the reason. The reason they hadn’t mentioned the nights they were going for drinks after a show, didn’t seem to be interested in getting to know you. 

It was like Freddie could see clear through you in the dark. “I don’t think it’s for the reason you might be thinking about. And if I should find it is, please know they would be talked to straight away. That wouldn’t be acceptable, not in our little touring family.” 

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Thank you. I don’t think it’s that either. I hope not, at least.”

“Like I say,” Freddie said. “If you should find out that would be the reason, you let me know, and I’ll set them straight. But I’d gather it’s just because they’re not used to having new blood on the crew. You said this is your first tour?” 

You nodded. “But I worked at a venue in my hometown before. So I know how to do it once you get settled, it’s the in-between bits I’m still learning, maybe not as fast as I should be.” 

“I can’t speak for the rest of the crew,” Freddie said. “But I think you’re doing just fine. Don’t fuss over it, even if they get on you. You’re doing your best, right?” 

You nodded again. 

“Well, you can’t do anymore than that,” Freddie said with a finality. “And I’m told my standards are sky-high and ridiculous at times, so if you’ve impressed me, then surely you must be doing well, right?” 

“I suppose,” you replied with a smile. “But that’s not the impression I have of you. You’re the first band member to even talk to me this much.” 

The light from the opening doorway filtered in, and with it you could see the concern on Freddie’s face at that last statement. “That will change.” 

He said it as a fact, and you weren’t about to question him as he gently took you by the arm and led you outside, brushing past Crystal and another tech as they stumbled in with myriad apologies falling from their lips, reaching to pick up the amp for you before they were even close enough to do so. 

“Thank you for staying with me,” you said as the two of you reached the tour bus. “And talking to me, and just...everything. I feel a lot better about being out here, like I might belong at some point.” 

“You belong now,” Freddie said, almost sternly, yet kindly. His eyes met yours, and there was an intensity behind them. He meant what he was saying, that much was incredibly clear. “Don’t let anyone tell you different.” 

His hand lingered on yours for just a moment before he stepped onto the first step into the bus. “And we’ll be talking again, of course, so if anyone should try and tell you otherwise...” 

“I let you know,” you replied, and tried and failed to hide the blush that rose to your face. This wasn’t something to be taken the way you were taking it now, you knew from everyone else that Freddie charmed pretty much everyone he got to know. 

But it was sincere in the kindest, warmest way, and the way his eyes had met yours, and his hand had lingered left you going over that part of the night over and over again in your head. Even the news of the need to drive through the night now, since the crew had accidentally messed up the time table some with their unintentionally long prank on you and Freddie, didn’t shake you from the reel of the night playing in your mind. 

[marytmorgue]

I Never Felt So Burned

Summary: You're cold and Frank warms you up. Rating: M Warnings: bearded-frank, smut (like for real, this is pwp)

Note: Trying out smut for the first time because why not? The title is from the Johnny Mathis song ‘Warm’

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“You cold?” he speaks in a rasp against the back of your neck.

You shake your head in denial but snuggle deeper into his warmth and just enjoy the beautiful night sky above you and Frank pressed against your back.

“We can get a room,” he reminds you gruffly, wrapping his arms around you his chin resting on your shoulder. His beard tickles but being on the road for so long with limited funds he didn’t bother shaving. You found you didn’t mind one bit.

It had been a spur of the moment idea as you and Frank had passed the lake. You’d never been camping. Hell, you all didn’t even have a tent but the thought of lying with Frank next to the sparkling water and under the twinkling stars was too much to pass up.

You had shot him a playful pout and he had rolled his eyes with a scoff but he’d turned off on the road to the lake all the same.

“You’re gonna get cold,” he’d warned before you exited the car.

“I can handle it,” you had grinned and he’d ‘m-hmm’ ed in response

And it was cool. Not so cold that you shivered against him but enough to chill your feet. He hissed as your bare toes pressed against his legs and clutched you tighter to his chest.

“I like it here,” you whisper to him and turn your chin to plant a quick kiss to his shoulder.

“It’s cold,” he mumbled before he kisses your hair.

With a grin tugging at your lips you rub your foot along his leg. “You can warm me up,” you flirt and he chuckles against your neck.

“Subtle,” he says before his hand slowly began to move up, skimming over her ribcage until his thumb rests against the underside of your breast.

You shift against the blanket you both lay on some 30 feet from the lake nestled just outside the tree line under the stars and you turn your head, your upper body turning just so and you watch as his half-lidded eyes seemed to darken. His tongue peeks out to run across his lips and you lean up to kiss his bearded chin.  

His thumb moves back and forth and the action makes you shiver. Taking the opportunity of your parted mouth he presses his mouth against yours, his tongue running along the inside of her upper lip. You make a soft sound that he catches and painfully slow his hand moves to cup you completely, his thumb finding your nipple and circling until it pebbles beneath his touch.

"Still cold?" he asks and he rubs his thumb over your nipple once more and you shudder.

“So cold,” you breathe and arch your chest against his hand. He chuckles.

Moving back to kiss you again, his hand gives a gentle but firm squeeze, his pointer finger joining his thumb, playing with you just the way you like.

Frank watches your face, his eyes dropping to your mouth and you want to speak but you can’t form the words.

You want more. And he knows you so well.

He throws you a quick smile and moves slowly, kissing your cheek, before kissing your jaw, moving down to press his lips against your neck, then your shoulder. Your breath comes quicker, your heart pounding in anticipation as his nose moves the half-open button-down shirt out of the way before kissing the top of your breast.  

You arch and his mouth moves lower placing a kiss to your nipple. You shudder as his tongue peeks out from his wet lips and touches you. You gasp, heat pooling in your belly and your thighs press together firmly.

“Still cold?” he rasps, his breath hitting pebbled flesh.

“Freezing.” your left hand comes up and latches onto his hair as his lips wrap around you, pulling your nipple into his mouth sucking gently as he runs his tongue around the peak.

A sound escapes you and you shake. A delicious heat spreads through you as you pull him closer. Wanting… needing to be as close as possible. He obliges and sucks harder. Your grip tightens. His hand slides from your stomach over the curve of your hip to your thigh where he rubs his thumb back and forth.

Tugging on Franks' hair he releases you and looks down at you with flushed cheeks and red lips before he kisses your shoulder and pushes you around once more to face away from him, your back pressed to his font. His beard tickles your neck as his lips touch your skin and you shiver against him.

“Frank,” you whisper and your hand grasps his against your thigh, holding him against you, his fingers clenching against your flannel shirt.

“Still cold, girl?” he whispers the question that’s not at all a question.

“Yes…” you stutter over the word as his other hand moves your hair over your shoulder and his lips find that spot right behind your ear.

His hand loosens and his fingers slid underneath your long shirt to push the cotton fabric above your hip before his hand slides forward and between your thighs.  You breathe hard as the pads of his fingertips play with the top of your panties for a moment before dipping into to caress the thatch of curls.

You tilt your head just enough to see his face and watch as his lips part, his dark eyes roaming over your face, taking all of you in.  

“So goddamn pretty like this,” he rasps before he dips his index finger between your folds and down finding your damp entrance. You shake as the very tip of his finger rests there before he slowly moves to trace your entrance. Your hips move to take him but he moves his hand back. 

“Sh, sh, sh,” he admonishes and your hand fists the scratchy blanket underneath you as his hand moves higher and continues to explore your folds until he hits home and your pelvis jerks.

His hand starts a pace that makes you gasp out and rut against his hand. When he gets a rhythm that takes your breath, your mouth opens on a pant his fingers move and his mouth attaches to your neck.

You moan embarrassingly loud and he grunts and moves his face to hover over yours from the side. You look at him as watch his tongue wet his lips again before his gaze moves back and forth from your face to the movement his hand makes under the thin blanket.  

“Warm yet?” his chest rumbles as he takes his thumb and forefinger and lightly pinches that small engorged spot that makes your hips jerk and your thighs tighten around his hand. “Seem pretty warm to me.”

“Fuck.”

You pant harder, your head moving to chase his lips but you gasp and arch against him as he applies more pressure to the bud trapped between his fingers and gently tugs.

Your hips move with his hand as he returns to rubbing different little patterns on and around your clit.

But you just...

“More…” you breathe a frustrated sigh as the heat seemed to keep building and never peeking as you stayed on the edge but never falling.

With a quick movement his hands leave you and he pulls your leg up and rests it over his hip You feel him push down his sweats and push your panties to the side before you feel him press against you.

“Please..” you breathe over your shoulder and search for his lips.

He grasps your hips and pulls your ass closer to him, sliding himself between your wet folds a few times before he pushes into you to the hilt.

“Goddamn…” he grunts, his forehead against your shoulder as you inhale sharply.

He moves slowly at first, his breath hitting the back of your neck as his right hand grips your thigh. You hear him grunt, feel him gulp as you push back against him and tighten your walls around him. He begins to move faster until all you can hear is the light crunch of leaves underneath your makeshift bed, the rough clap of his body against yours and the deep sounds that fall from his lips. You tilt your hips and your body shudders.

“Come on, girl,” he growls through clenched teeth. “Come on.”

He pounds into you in a deliciously fast pace that curls your toes and sends you gasping for breath.

“Fr-ank...”  You were so close. So close… You cry out under the stars as he hits a certain angle and scrapes his teeth across your shoulder.

Almost there...

Almost...

You try to speak but its too much. A tight spring coiled so tight that was ready to snap, his breathing came quicker, and he grew less controlled.

His hand suddenly left your thigh and you feel his fingertips rub furiously against you. 

“Cum for me,” he grunts and your hips jerk and you cry out.

Your body spasms as you are thrown off that precipice. Pleasure lances through your body as you pulse tightly and pant, you clench around him, little whimpers leave your wet lips as he thrusts once, twice, three more times before he curses and his hips stuttered against you, slowing immediately but still rutting ever so slowly he elicits torturous shocks of pleasure.

His grip loosens as he pants against the back of your neck, his hips moving just a touch every other breath. His hand still moves but it turns into a light petting until he stops all together but keeps his hand there, he pulls back and kisses you gently and lazily, every so often trailing his fingers through your folds making you gasp and jerk.

“Warm?” his voice is low and rumbles so deliciously around a deep chuckle that turns into a moan from you both as your still connected bodies react to the motion.

You tilt your head and give him a long slow kiss before he pulls away and rests his nose against yours.

“For now.”

[writingwitchly]

I’m gonna do it, anyway

Hey could I please ask for a Sirius black x Slytherin female reader fanfic based of the song Rude by Magic! References from the music video too could be added if possible? ~ @arianna-17-11

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Word count: 2,2k 

A/N: Phew… My first reader insert since… ever? I think I sticked to the request right enough XD, just skipped the Slytherin specification.  Hope you’ll like it. PS: I need a Sirius in my life RN.

The clock shows 9:23. The night only displays darkness.

You curse.

It’s quite usual for members of the Order to- ‘get lost’, in these times, with nothing to be done to find them.

The vegetables and white plastic planch on the kitchen counter suffer your aggressive stress.

It’s been two days and… and you haven’t heard of him…

A noise reaches you from the outside. Was it a crack? Your shoulders tense.

You’ve heard several of them, this weekend. Or at least, imagined you had. Every time you got to the window, there was nobody in the street below, apart from a couple of cats or a strolling brownish dog.

You don’t dare to check now, fearing that another desillusion might break your heart for good.

What if-

The thought makes you shiver, and the knife almost escapes your grip. You lay it down, next to the halfway chopped onion. It would be stupid to wound yourself without needing an enemy for that.

The beating of your heart climbs up to your ears. If at least he’d told you where he was going… None of the boys knows, either.

If he ever comes back alive from this, you’ll sure as heck won’t let him breathe until he draws a calendar and fills it whenever he plans on disappearing.

“Y/N!”

The voice carries its amusement through the whole flat, and makes your heart jump to your throat.

It takes you a good second realize who just closed the door.

For a good hour, you were thinking that-

For Merlin’s sake.

What kind of boyfriend disappears without leaving any trace, making you suffer the worst anguish for two days, to come back and greet you as if nothing had happened?

That’s right, a boyfriend about to be told off.

You storm out of the kitchen. “Sirius Orion Black!”

If James had been here, he’d ran for cover.

But Sirius is waiting for you, his arms wide open, at the entrance of the apartment. His leather jacket does not bear any trace of battle, except the one it fought against the wind on the drive home. His boots are firmly planted on the floor.

You stop when you are barely centimeters away from his body, and hit his chest with your fist at each word you articulate. “How. Do. You. Dare. To. Fr-”

Without waiting for you to finish the reprimand, he wraps you in a tight embrace.

You burst into tears. “I- I- I was so afraid. Wh- Where- Why did you leave with- without telling me-”

One of his thumbs draws circles on your back, his other hand is lost in your hair. He murmurs some words, but so low you barely hear them. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat calms you down.

When your hiccups have considerably diminished in intensity, Sirius makes you look up at him.

“I’m safe and sound, love. Look, no new scars.”

You count the marks on his face, on the bluish skin that hints a new beard, and are quite reassured to find none you haven’t already mended. “Your arms? Your back?”

“As sane as ever, Y/N. I promise.”

Finally, you allow yourself to sigh in relief, until you remember about your anger.

“How many times,” you blurt, “Have I asked you to- Why are you smiling like an idiot? I’m being very serious!”

His wide grin stretches the blemish on his lips. Even if it has suffered attacks and injuries, his smile hasn’t lost its appeal.

Sirius shakes his head a little, as to dissipate some fog around him. His eyes then root in yours. “You’re just so fucking gorgeous.”

You trail a finger along the rough skin that borders his grin, slumping your shoulders in a sweet defeat. “Why don’t you ever let me be angry at you, uh?” You smile faintly. “I was so worried.”

The man leaves a tender kiss on your forehead, from which a burning sensation invades your cheeks. Then, he inhales deeply. “Were you- Were you cooking?”

He accompanies his questions with a playful grimace.

Vexed, you punch his shoulder. “What does that tone mean, Black?”

He snorts. “Nothing, darling. Just that- It’s very unusual. Do you only cook when I’m not around?”

“I had to release the stress. So yes, I only cook when you’re not around. Talking of which, I should probably put the pasta on.”

And you disappear in the kitchen, a bit bitter.

A furious ripping sound announces the opening of the food box, and Sirius grins again. He loves it, when you get angry. It makes you look cute.

A few minutes later, he joins you, his hair dripping water all over the floor. He abandoned his leather jacket for a crepe t-shirt.

“It’s ready in two minutes,” you claim, stirring a the red sauce. “You can set the table.”

Sirius moves toward the cupboard, but then seems to think about it. His eyes follow the spoon with which you’re tasting the flavoring. He crosses his arms, and leans against the counter.

“I went to talk to your father.”

You choke on the pasta’s sauce, and have to spit it out in the sink to avoid asphyxion. Your eyes seem to double in size as you turn to look at your boyfriend. “You did what?”

With a sideway smirk, he simply states, “That was disgusting, darling.”

You could eat the napkin instead of using it to whip your lips. “You did what now, Sirius?”

The man’s arms fall to his sides, but he doesn’t lose his amused expression. As if he wanted to avoid crossing your stare, he bends down, and grabs the plates to set the table.

“I had to ask him something,” he finally explains, as the porcelain hits the fabric of the table cloth.

“Something to ask him!” You repeat, in a strangled voice. “You know it was a stupid thing to do.” You spin the wooden spoon in little circles, pointing at him, still shocked. “This- I would have preferred a hundred times if you’d faced an Order mission.”

“Oh, come on, darling,” he says nonchalantly, as if you were talking about what kind of spice to add to the condiment. “Your father doesn’t hate me that much.”

Your raised eyebrows are the answer he didn’t even need to confirm that yes, your father does hate him that much.

A pause installs itself, troubled only by the boiling liquids on the stove.

Sirius is the reckless boy who betrayed his family, the crazy guy who joined a pack of weirdos with a very unfavorable reputation outside their group of friends, the mischievous teen who got involved in a war without knowing how to fight properly, the irresponsible man who decided to live an unstable life, and the unforgivable idiot who took his only daughter away from home. Add to this that he’s a Black, son of Death Eaters, and has long hair, and he’s the perfect hate aim for your father.

A bubble explodes in one of the pans, and you turn the fire down.

You finally start to digest the news. “And- We couldn’t have- owled him?”

Sirius shrugs, dropping the cutlery next to the plates.

“It was hard to make him listen to me in person. I s’pose he would have thrown the letter away without even opening it.”

You nod, as if it was a reasonable argument, but don’t really consider it. “And- What was so important as to take you two days of discussion with my father?”

His smirk does not foreshadow anything good. “It didn’t take me two days. The first day I- I had to do something else.”

You were about to ask what, but you don’t want him to get an occasion to flee the topic. “So what did you talk about?”

“You’re like him, you know. Very stubborn.”

Merlin, he irritates you. “Will you just tell me?”

In response, Sirius grabs you by the hips and pulls you toward him. He drags a chair, and sits you on it.

“Fine,” he says, smiling like a child. “I will tell you.” He kneels on the floor, like he does every  time he needs to tell you something important, so you have to look down at him. “I had an idea on Friday. I mean, I have been thinking about this for a long time, but on Friday it became- really clear.”

You nod, wondering what in the world can make him so serious.

“And it was- Important to tell your father about it. So on Sunday, I knock-”

“On Sunday, because you had to do something on Saturday,” you say, a mocking perplexity influencing your expression. If you weren’t so worried about the outcome of the declaration, you’d probably find the situation comical.

Sirius nods. “I love you because you’re clever, too,” he teases. “I- had to buy something on Saturday. So I knocked, and Godric, you should have seen his face when he opened the door.”

A hint of amusement lights his eyes up, and you can indeed imagine your father opening the door to one of the people he’d most want to forget in his life.

“Did he close it back immediately?”

“Well, yeah.” His embarrassed grin makes you tilt your head back in laughter. “But I knocked again, like- a thousand times, because Moony told me to do s-”

“Wait a second!” You hold your palm up. “Remus was there with you?”

Sirius’s face contracts in a I-shouldn’t-have-said-that mask, a perfect copy of Hagrid’s.

“And- The other boys too?”

Your boyfriend opens his mouth to answer, but no words come out of it.

“I worried like crazy, and their letters said they didn’t know where you were, but never mind it,” you say, creasing your brow, in a tone which clearly communicates to actually mind it. Sirius caresses your arm in apologize. “Go ahead.”

Mental note of calling them all, one by one, after that.

Sheepishly, he continues. “Your father ended up listening, after all, and he was rud- not too thrilled about it. He first told me to- go count the daisies in the prairies, or something like that. He may have thought it was all a joke. But then, he saw my serious face and he just blurted that ‘no, never’. And he told me to disappear forever from his life and from yours.”

You know your father doesn’t like him at all, but you didn’t think it was to this level.

“What the heck, Sirius? What-”

But your boyfriend is unstoppable in his speech, “I said that this was going to be difficult, that we’re madly in love, and we’d go anywhere together.” To your dark look, he corrects himself, “I mean, apart from those last two days, but that was an exception. He said that his answer was no, and would always be the same. So I said that I would do it anyway, and he told me to-”

“Sirius!” You call him back to the present. “You’re not making much sense. I don’t think I can understand unless you tell me what you talked about.”

The man closes his eyes, and nods. “Sorry… Just- just the stress, probably.”

You realize that the topic must be really important. Why would he be avoiding it so much, if not?

An army of little soldiers start marching in your stomach.

“Stress?”

He smiles, “Remember that time when you were having a family dinner and your father invited a- special guest?”

You roll your eyes, “They wanted to set me up with Avery. Too bad I was already in love with you.” You grin too, pushing one of his loose dark curls behind his ear. “But what’s the-”

“I came to your rescue, with the boys. And we brought you to the park.”

Flashes of that night dance before your eyes. The music floated between the trees, Remus shot sparkles into the air, Peter and Kingsley sang an old lullaby, completely out of tune, and Frank and Alice flirted heavily as you cried at them to get a room.

It’s one of the best moments you’ve ever lived. Lily and James’ bubbly laughter, your flower crown, Sirius’ warm lips on yours...

“What did you tell me, that night, darling?”

There is no need to dig too deep in your memories to remember. “I said you’re the man I want to live with for the rest of my life,” you whisper. The soldiers in your stomach light up a million fireworks. “Are you-”

A loud bang cuts you off, followed by loud conversation, cheers, and whistles. You both raise up, and turn toward the door of the kitchen. There’s some worry on your traits.

A second later, Marlene’s face peeps out from behind the wall. “What did she say?”

The sweet smell of the forgotten pasta sauce makes you dizzy. As all of your friends gather before your eyes, your hand looks for your boyfriend’s presence behind you to steady yourself.

When you finally get a grip on his shoulder, you slowly turn around, “Sirius-”

But Sirius silences your question with a soft kiss, while he closes your fist over something small and cold. Something circular.

Then he kneels down again.

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