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volklana · 1 year ago

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I’ll Be Looking at the Moon, But I’ll Be Seeing You

Title Comes From This Song:

Summary: Bucky has been having terrible luck with the dating scene. Until he makes the match of his dreams on a dating app, and breaks your heart in the process.

(Based on a request that I will post at the end to avoid spoilers)

Words: 10,000+

Warnings: Angst. Angst. Angst

Bucky flopped down dramatically on your bed, arm covering his eyes and sighed.

“What was it this time?” you laughed, closing your laptop and shoving him with your foot.

“She was more interested in the other guy, the soldier. Doll she asked me if I would dress up as him, chase her through the forrest and fuck her there.”

“Wow…” you laughed “And you were not into that at all?”

“Doll,” he sat up suddenly serious “Come on, do you know how triggering that would be?”

You reached over and rubbed his arm reassuringly “I’m sorry Buck, I was just trying to lighten the mood but you’re right that is completely out of line to ask of you.”

He went back to slouching on the bed, pulling a pillow and burying his face in it “This dating thing is a complete disaster and I am so done!”

You sat up straight in the bed when Bucky bolted through the door it took you a second to realise he was crying, “Buck?” you just about managed before he crashed into you sobbing.

“What is it? What happened?” you were beginning to panic.

“It was a set up,”he just about managed into your shoulder, “It was a fucking set up.”

You rubbed soothing patterns into his back,”She was waiting with a gang, turns out the soldier killed her cousin, she saw it as a perfect chance to get revenge.”

You pulled apart to examine him, his shirt was torn and there was blood drying on his bottom lip.”

“And you let them hurt you?” you shrieked, cupping his cheek gently and he melted into your touch but he was too ashamed to meet your eyes.

“I deserved it doll, I hurt their family.”

“You didn’t! It was the soldier,” you almost cried “And you are done, DONE, taking the punishments for him, do you hear me?” Bucky nodded but still refused to meet your eye, so you hooked your finger under his chin and forced his eyes up to meet you, “Do you hear me?” you whispered and he melted completely into your touch.

What you had hoped would perk him up and bring him out of his shell was actually having the opposite effect and when you saw his gloomy form, sitting at the island with a coffee in his hand the next morning,informing you he was going to delete all dating apps, you had to persuade him otherwise. Surely the right girl was out there somewhere.

And just when he was about to give up completely, a match took his breath away.

He told you about Luna a few days later at training, “We stayed up all night talking, and she never mentioned him once,(Him being the Winter Soldier) she wanted to know about me, what kind of music I liked, my favourite song, about my thoughts,” he was practically soaring and you couldn’t help but smile along, “And she’s so smart, they way she talks about things I honestly want to know her thoughts on everything.”

It was like Bucky was walking on air, everyone at the compound could see it.

His phone pinged at lunch and you watched in awe as his eyes lit up, smiling from ear to ear as he read the message,your heart fluttered heavy in your chest at the realisation that he was reading a message from her.

When the messaging moved from the dating app to instant messaging you realised that this was getting quite serious for Bucky.

“I think maybe you need to slow down Buck,” you tried to keep your tone light, “I know it’s exciting but just remember, it’s the internet people can be different in real life.”

“I know doll, but there’s just something about her, I really could see myself falling.”

Your heart sank down to your toes and you couldn’t deny the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

Weeks went by and Steve was beginning to joke that Bucky’s phone was surgically attached to his hand. He was getting in trouble during briefings for being on his phone, during movie nights his phone never stopped lighting up and no one could deny the change in his personality.

“I wish I was there with you,” he wrote as he lay in bed, phone resting on his chest.

“I wish you were too,” was the reply and he bit the inside of his cheek before he typed out, “I know it’s crazy but little things make me think of you. I saw some lavender on my run today and I couldn’t stop smiling. When I look out at the moon all I can think of is that you’re here in this world and I can’t help the way my heart beats faster just knowing you exist.”

“My favourite part of every day is talking to you Bucky.”

“I think I’m falling, is that crazy to you?”

“It’s not crazy at all Buck x”

“Do you think she’s scared?” Bucky asked, “I mean we’ve been talking for months and she keeps saying she’s just not ready to meet, is it me do you think she’s afraid of me?”

You paused, choosing your words carefully “Maybe she’s afraid it won’t be the same in person as it is online. Maybe she’s afraid you won’t like the real version of her.”

“That’s literally not possible doll,” he gushed “I’m in so deep at this point.”

“Maybe she’s just not ready Buck,” you gulped and he nodded.

“That’s what she says,” he conceded.

As Bucky was falling in love, you were becoming a shell.

You weren’t sleeping, the bags under your eyes were testament to this. You were in a constant state of feeling like you were losing your best friend and as the days went by you were less and less able to eat, much less able to look Bucky in the eye.

He noticed the distance but put it down to you being busy. You seemed to be training with Steve a lot more, you’d been on quite a few missions with him lately.

Before Luna, Bucky had thought about maybe being open about his feelings to you but now he wondered if maybe the reason nothing ever happened between you was because you had feelings for Steve? You’d never confessed that to him but he truly wished happiness for you the way he saw himself finding happiness in Luna.

And then it all came crashing down.

Bucky didn’t show up for training, or dinner and he wasn’t answering your messages, so before you called it a night you swung by his room. He reluctantly let you in and you could see in his eyes that something was wrong. He smelled of whiskey and you noticed the empty bottle on the bed, face scrunching up in concern, Bucky followed your gaze and laughed humuourlessly,

“It didn’t even take the edge off it.”

“Bucky, what's wrong?” you tried reaching for him and he gladly moved into your embrace, hugging you so tight he lifted you off your feet.

“Whats’s wrong?” you tried again when he placed you gently down.

“She doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore,” he said with a half smile “Said it was truly amazing while it lasted and that she would never forget me,” he broke away from your gaze and moved to look out the window “But she has found someone in real life and that’s it, she wishes me the best.”

“Bucky,” you sighed sadly, moving over to wrap your arms around him from behind, “I’m so sorry.”

“Y/n I know it’s stupid but no one has ever made me feel the way she did. Apart from you, no one has ever bothered to get to know me the way she did. I feel like I bared my entire soul to her and now she’s just tossed me aside, like she was always just waiting for someone better to come along. And I really don’t blame her, everyone leaves eventually.”

“You still have Steve, you still…have me,” you offered weakly and he smiled a small smile.

“Yeah until some guy comes along and sweeps you off your feet,” he nudged you with his elbow.

“Well lucky for you there is only one guy I am interested in and I’m right here with him,” you nudged him back.

He contemplated that for a moment before turning to face you fully “I would be lost without you doll, thank god I still have you.”

Bucky was making coffee at midnight when you wandered into the kitchen his somber mood was echoed with the sad record he was playing on the turntable.

You took a seat at the island and he automatically began to fill a second cup.

“You feeling a little down tonight Buck?”

He simply hmmed stirring some sugar into your coffee.

“Would you like company, or would you like to be left alone?”

That was one of the things Bucky loved about you, you always gave him the opportunity to be left alone if he needed it.

“No, I would love some company doll.”

You sat in silence for a long time, simply enjoying the warmth of the coffee between your hands.

The record changed to one you had heard Bucky listen to a thousand times, “I’ll Be Seeing you,” by Bing Crosby began to waft across the kitchen and before you could overthink it you were on your feet, Bucky looked at you puzzled but didn’t make an attempt to stop you pulling him to his feet.

“Dance with me Buck,” you whispered and he pulled you flush against his chest, swaying you slowly across the cold tiles, his metal hand resting on the small of your back and your hand firmly clasped in his human one.

“This is my favourite song,” he whispered into your hair and you nodded gently, “I know.”

He swallowed thickly and you lifted your eyes to look up at him through your lashes. It felt like an eternity looking into each others eyes and gently swaying, before a look of confliction crossed his entire features “Doll…” he swallowed and you rose up on your tiptoes to close the distance between your lips.

He met you gently at first, hands planted firmly on your waist and when you pulled away he moaned gently at the loss.

You caressed his cheekbones with your thumbs, “Do you want me to stop Buck.”

“No,” he rushed, “Please don't stop. Need this. Need you,” he rasped, closing the distance between you again.

Bucky was a gentle lover and worshiped your body in ways no one had ever done before.

When you woke up in the morning naked and in sheets that smelled like Bucky, you thought you were in a dream until said man pulled you close and whispered “Good morning beautiful.”

Bucky was sent on a mission to South America with Sam and Steve, he’d been gone exactly three weeks and there wasn’t one day you didn’t think about that night in the kitchen.

While you hadn’t explicitly spilled your feelings to Bucky you were hoping something good could begin when he arrived back.

He was different when he arrived home. You had run out to meet the quinjet when it landed, Steve and Sam encompassed you in tight hugs, but Bucky tight lipped, simply acknowledged your existence with a nod. And it only got worse from there.

He was actively refusing to meet your eyes and after their briefing he simply told you he was tired and wanted to rest, brushing by you in the corridor.

His rejection hurt, but you had to respect his privacy, maybe the mission had been triggering to him or tough on his mind, you decided to allow him his space.

But when one nights turned into two, you couldn’t help yourself meekly knocking on his door.

“Come in,” his voice called from inside and you gently let yourself in.

He was lying across his bed, records littered around the floor and again the room smelled like whiskey.

“Bucky?” you tried and he lifted his head, grinning stupidly when his eyes landed on you “Here she is the woman of the hour!”

“Bucky you’re drunk!” you gasped in disbelief and he waved you off dismissively.

“What’s wrong?” you asked gingerly, not enjoying the change in pace of his treatment of you.

“I don’t know y/n why don’t you tell me?,” he laughed bitterly “Y/n is that even your real name?”

“Of course that’s my real name Buck, what the hell has gotten into you?”

“You lie so well it’s hard to tell.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as he rose from his bed swiftly, “What is that supposed to mean Buck?”

He was in front of you within seconds caging you between his body and the door behind you.

“Tell me why you did it?” he demanded “Because I can’t decide if it was out of pity or cruelty. And I’m not sure which one is worse”

“Did what?” you asked, voice shaking.

“Stop lying,” he pleaded fist colliding with the door behind you.

“I want the truth,” he was seething “I want to give you one chance to tell the truth before I spell it out for you.

“No?” he mocked as you shook your head, tears springing to your eyes, “Fine,” he huffed stomping over to his backpack and rummaging before he flung something in your direction, you caught it eyes widening in terror when you realised what it was.

Your second phone.

“Bucky,” you cried, whole body shaking and feeling the bile rise in your throat, “Bucky I can explain.”

“No, please do! I would love to hear the explanation for this…Luna” he gestured to the room around him.

“I was trying to help, please. Please, you have to believe me,” you stood in front of him pleading “You had so many awful experiences. I wanted to show you there were still good people out there, people who would love you for who you are. I wanted to give you a boost. You were in such a bad place I just wanted to help.” You were openly crying and you reached for his hand but he snapped it away.

Bucky actively sniffed and you could see him trying to blink away the tears threatening to fall.

“I never meant to lie to you,”

“You were born to lie,” he snapped, still refusing to meet your eye.

“I hated lying to you Bucky, it just snowballed out of my control and it was too late to back out. I didn’t expect you to message back. I didn’t expect you to develop feelings but the connection was real, everything we talked about was real, none of that was a lie. Please, you have to believe me.”

“You are twisted,” he cried in disbelief “Truly twisted. Standing there telling me it was all real I thought I was talking to a real person, a real person I had a chance of a relationship with and all along it was you playing god with my emotions, with my feelings. I mean god, don’t you think I have been lied to enough in my life for one person.”

“Bucky I never meant to lie to you, please,” you cried reaching for him, but again he batted away your touch again, “I know it sounds stupid and I don’t expect you to understand but I genuinely thought I was doing a good thing but here’s the truth, I needed to talk to you as much as you needed to talk to Luna. It was selfish and horrible but talking to you really was my favourite part of every day and when I was falling for you I knew I had to end it so I did.”

“When I lost Luna, I kept thinking at least I had you. And do you want to know the worst part of this whole mess, you never had to do this. God you’re so stupid, it was always you I wanted from the start. I never wanted to go on stupid dates with anyone else I wanted you, and now you’ve destroyed everything!”

You were sobbing “I’m still me, Bucky you know me. You know everything about me please, I never meant to hurt you.”

“Crocodile tears,” he scoffed “Let me ask you something, were you ever going to tell me the truth.”

You had the decency to look ashamed.

“That’s exactly what I thought,” he laughed in disbelief “You’re not sorry you did this, you’re sorry you got caught.”

“I am sorry Bucky, I can’t make you believe that, and all I have to give you is at the time I thought I was doing a kind thing, only now I see that it was cruel. But my feelings for you were never a lie, and I know you don’t want to admit it, but you know you have feelings for me too.”

Suddenly he was before you again towering over you, seething, finger pointed in your face “You mean nothing to me anymore. Nothing. Do you hear me? You don’t look my way, you don’t speak to me, you don’t touch me ever again.”

You backed away from him until your back hit the door “You’re rotten from the inside out and you sucked me in with that pretty face,” he cupped your face forcing you to meet his eye “I might be ugly on the outside but you, you are the worst kind of ugly, poison wrapped up in a pretty package but that’s all you’ll ever be,” he spat venomously “And when those pretty looks fade you’ll be left with no one and nothing.”

He released his hold on your face with force and your eyes automatically fell to the floor again, you tried to find your voice but the shame in your chest threatened to choke you if you opened your mouth again but still you tried.

“My feelings were real and my intentions were true, and I am so so sorry I lied to you. I can’t bare the thought that I’ve hurt you.”

Bucky wiped the tears that fell from his eyes aggressively, “Get out y/n. Please I can’t bare to be around you.”

“Bucky,” you pleaded.

“Get out. Please!” he pleaded, opening the door, forcing you out into the corridor and slamming it closed in your face before you could even catch your breath.

“I think it’s for the best y/n,” Steve said softly and you nodded. You were being redeployed and Steve had done his absolute best to make it a job you would be happy in.

He helped you carry the last of your luggage out, the rest of the team weren’t exactly on speaking terms with you but Steve, ever your captain, held no malice towards you.

As he held your door open for you he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat.

“Y/n, I have to know, was it real?”

You held back tears as you nodded, “I loved him with all my heart Steve, I just went about it all wrong.”

“Why Luna?” you smiled fondly and the pang of guilt that ran through you, knocked the smile right off your face and you sniffed “It’s from his favourite song, there’s a line that says “I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you.”

“Bing Crosby,” Steve smiled fondly, “He always did love him.”

“And Steve, I did love Buck, I really loved him.”

“I know you did, and deep down he knows that too y/n.”

Bucky was miserable. He threw himself into training recruits with Steve and going on as many missions as physically possible but he couldn’t deny that he missed you.

God he was so mad at you, sometimes he contemplated calling you up just to yell at you, but he also considered calling you up to tell you to come back, come home.

He couldn’t listen to “I’ll Be Seeing You" without crying, it used to make him nostalgic for a simpler time, before the war, before HYDRA, before it all, but now it just reminded him of slow-dancing barefoot in the kitchen, your hand in his.

He would never tell anyone this but in the first few weeks since you left, he would let himself into your old room and sit on the bed.

It used to be the place he would flop down and tell you his thoughts, and fill you in on every failed date or every time Sam was driving him insane.

Now it was just empty and cold.

He knew he had every right to be upset with you, that was never a question, but he did regret how he had spoken to you in the moment. Some of the things he had said were out of line but he was hurt. More hurt than he’d felt in a long time.

Part of him felt guilty that everyone sided with him, no one not even Sam waved you off as you left and Nat had looked at you like you were a piece of dirt on her shoe.

Good riddance he’d thought at the time, so why was he being eaten alive by guilt now.

Soon your room was filled with a new recruit and Bucky had to accept the fact that that room held nothing for him anymore.

“You could always call her,” Steve suggested and Bucky shriveled under his knowing gaze.

You were at a work party with your new team, the shots were pouring and you were knocking them back. It was the first time you had let loose in months and you were enjoying the feeling of floating on air for a while. You had danced with one particular teammate all night and you gladly accepted another drink he bought you.

Until tipsy turned into absolutely paralytic and you found yourself unable to get up from the chair you were sitting in.

Bucky’s heart began to pound in his chest as soon as his phone began to vibrate and your name appeared on screen, he contemplated ignoring it and letting you go to voicemail just so he could prepare himself more but three, four rings and he answered.

“Is this Bucky?” a shaky voice the other side asked and Bucky sat upright in the bed “Who is this? Where is y/n?”

“My name is Claire, I’m on her team,” Claire’s voice was shaking. She sounded like she was panicking “I’m so sorry to bother you but you are down as Y/n’s emergency contact on her phone and I don’t know what to do.”

Bucky was pulling on pants before Claire even got to finish her sentence, and he was pulling on clothes as he made his way down to the garage to grab his car.

“I’m on the way,” Bucky rushed heart beating so fast in his chest he thought he would surely have a panic attack before he got to you.

Bucky arrived to find you in Claire’s arms, cradling your head to her chest, you were very clearly intoxicated and tears were streaming down your cheeks.

“What happened?” he asked Claire, not quite ready to meet your eyes yet

“I think her drink was spiked,” Claire was actively trying to recall your movements “It’s the only way she could have got this bad so quickly. She just kept saying your name over and over again, I figured with that and you being her emergency contact she would want to be with you.” Bucky felt his heart break in a way he didn’t know was possible before bending down to come face to face with you, as drunk as you were you refused to meet his eyes.

“C’mon let’s get you home,” he said softly, “Thank you so much Claire I’ve got her from here.”

Bucky spent a sleepless night watching you. He was terrified if he took his eyes off you something bad would happen.

You mumbled in your sleep and he was by your side in an instant, it took him a moment to realise you were saying his name and he couldn’t help but reach out and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, you fussed slightly in your sleep but didn’t open your eyes.

“Why did you do it doll?” he sighed, continuing his ministrations on your hair, “Why did you do it?”

Request: This is such a weird request, but I live in the UK and there's a soap here where there is a catfishing storyline and it got me thinking what if Bucky was struggling with dating apps and y/n made a profile to try and boost his confidence but they actually end up falling for Bucky and have a shit tonne of angst and heartbreak and hopefully a happy ending but I trust you to take it wherever it needs to go?

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chaos-of-the-endless · 10 months ago

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A little fic request for @6-paris-6 that they asked for a million years ago. I'm a bad, bad writer!

I also love how Ian just ~talks until they feel like they've solved the problem. I get it. I really do. We try. lol

The Dragon Will Heal us.

Ians personal phone was ringing... at work. Everyone that they knew from the outside, which was the subtotal of about four people collectively, all knew that ringing them at work was not an option, unless death was on the horizon.

The buzzing was set to only get all the more intense in their pocket the longer it rang for. "Give me.... Three seconds... I've just gotta....." They were typing that last piece of code into Ziggy furiously before hitting the enter key and grabbing for their phone and answering it without even looking

"Someone better be dying." Their dark humor was something only the person on the other end of the phone would get.

"SOS" The persons breathless, pre-hyperventilating voice on the other end said. Oh.

"Give me ten minutes.. Meet me at Give me coffee, kay?" ... The code word they'd both divised for a certain kind of awful day, and the name of the coffee shop just ten minutes from their appartment. Save our soul, and Give me coffee or Give me death.

Having fantastic work colleagues that were also 99% of your friends group as a whole meant that leaving their genius friend Jen in charge of their very own rebooted creation wasn't a worry at all... They also knew she would find a great way to explain to the others why they'd rushed out the door with their coat half on and their bag slung over their shoulder.

"Twelve minutes. Holy shit. Two minutes over the ETA. I'm getting better. It used to be an hour." They laughed as they sat down opposite their partner who already had their hands wrapped around their coffee mug, their eyes puffy and, fuck, yeah, there wasn't much left of that spark they had before leaving on the Friday before New Year.

"I missed spending the new year with someone I love, to spend time with family that don't even respect me enough to..." They trailed off as Ian reached over the table and pealed their hand from that cup to hold in theirs.

"Hey... Honey... It's okay... We're gonna have ~so many more new years together... Maybe the Luna new year is our celebration this year.. y'know, it's the year of the mighty dragon." They smiled softly. All they wanted on this earth was to solve the problems of their loved ones and would do about anything to do exactly that.

"I.... "

"I know..."

"I don't understand.. well, I kinda do, I know it's not easy for people to change their whole vocabulary towards someone they've known their whole life but.. The ones that aren't actively throwing insults at my entire self across the dinner table are doing something even more hurtful... They don't even ~try. I think... I think that might be worse, you know?"

"I do know." While Ian always had a supportive family, they'd encountered more than one friend that they treated as family do exactly the same thing as what they where describing.

"I've tried to condone it to myself as 'I dont need them to validate me, this is a personal journey that isn't based on others' but.... Maybe it is? Does that make what i'm feeling not legitimate in some way?"

"No, not at all. It's a journey that ~is based very much on the language others use towards you. You're not looking for anything remarkable, just... The same respect everyone else takes for granted. To be acknowledged for who you are. It's.... it's so out of our control, it's frustrating at times. You lay your heart and soul out for them to see when you tell them, come out the them.. It's like you show them a part of yourself that you're not even fully done understanding yourself and they just.... Yeah.. long way of saying that I get it." They let out a soft sigh and took a sip from their own coffee, leaving a red lip stain around the papery take out cup. "Come on, lets.... go for a walk. Clear our heads. Bring your coffee." They nodded as they slipped their coat on and moved to take their lovers hand.

Nestling their arm between theirs, they headed in the general direction of.... Nowhere in particular. They took a breath. Their partners silence made them sad, talking was absolutely both their thing.

"All you can do is surround yourself with people that do understand, so those moments you go back and spend time with the ones that don't, you'll eventually have the confidence to polietly correct them. You should come to a quiz night with the team.. Watch us get every square inch of our ass kicked by some sassily named opposition..."

"I know how competeitve you get." They laughed, for the first time that whole week " - but wouldn't it be... Breaching some kinda govenment law for an outsider to be there?"

"You're my plus one. Everyone has one on the team now. It's fashionable to have a partner at home that gets you through the mental and physical torture of losing your best friend to what is, essentially, a time machine. Very en vogue." They smiled brightly over at them and shook their hand, slowing the walk to a stop to turn to face them.

"People like to ignore or judge what they don't understand... Some people come round to the understanding of a blindly new concept that not everyones the same" They rolled their eyes with a chuckle "Some never do. But there will always be a support network here for you... whether we're friends or lovers or... we'll be here. Figuring yourself out is... Far beyond any of the stuff that floats inbetween it all. You're my lover.... You're my best friend first and foremost... That will never change."

#quantum leap 2022 #ian wright #quantum leap #ian wright ql #mason alexander park

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uefb · 2 years ago

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Another little snippet from my “Newt & Hermione meet at her interview with the Department for Regulation & Control of Magical Creatures in the year 2000” scribblings

I only add to this wildly self-indulgent fic when I really need control over my life, and I do doubt I’ll ever finish it so I’ll probably just be posting random excerpts here instead because I think it’s a fun little thing. They’ll be under the tag “fic: the beings division”.

EXCERPT:

“I was going to go do some writing at a hidden little cafe up on Old Street, but if you’d like to join me for a - for a cup of tea instead?”

Hermione nearly squeaked. “You mean now?”

“I don’t see why not,” he shrugged, fingers absentmindedly beating out a rhythm on the handle of his cane. “I’m not technically on your hiring committee, and I always wait around London for my wife so we can travel home together. She’s off doing Morrigan knows what at the Wizengamot so there’s no telling how long that’ll take.”

He shook out one hand to tap pointedly at a gold cuff engraved with runes at his wrist.

“And Tina knows how to find me.”

“Is that—” Hermione took a step forward and asked with far more interest than she’d intended— “Is that Protean charmed?”

“Oh, that and more, yes.”

He tugged the sleeve of his sweater back down and readjusted the grip on his walking stick. Hermione blushed deeply and hurriedly stepped away when she realised just how much she’d encroached on his personal space while attempting to get a better look at the enchantments.

He continued nevertheless, unperturbed: “You have an interest in runes, then?”

“Oh yes,” she answered quickly, and she felt herself beaming. (Ron hadn’t deigned to listen to her rant about her translation projects in far too long.) “It’s one of my side passions.”

“That’s wonderful.”

And he looked like he meant it.

“So — then - Tea, Miss Granger? And an explanation of this Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare you apparently founded? At 14?”

“Oh, right - yes! I’d be honoured.” She yanked on her coat and shoved her satchel beneath one arm, extending the other for a more formal introduction. “And you can call me Hermione, Mr. Scamander.”

His lips twitched toward a smile though he didn’t quite meet her eyes as he shook her hand.

“Well, Hermione—” And then he was patting down his own jacket, fishing a pair of gloves out of some hidden pocket before nodding down the corridor toward one of the apparition rooms— “Call me Newt.”

And—with a jaunty wave over his shoulder at a fellow wrestling a pixie back into a box behind them—he set off with a hasty loping limp, apparently assuming she’d get the idea and follow.

Hermione blinked and momentarily froze, barely suppressing a disbelieving laugh—she was going to have tea with scientific revolutionary Newt Scamander. (And, if she was lucky, perhaps meet one of America’s most respected presidents of the past two centuries when his wife Tina Goldstein came to pick him up…)

She shot a subtle airplane-message from her wand toward the Auror Offices before taking off after the surprisingly spry old man at a trot.

(Sure, Ron would have no idea who she was talking about, but she was fairly certain Harry knew enough to advise him to at least feign amazement when they all met up that evening for dinner.

(And oh, goodness—Luna was going to be jealous. But perhaps if this went well he’d be amenable to meeting her…? He seemed the sort to have patience for her, after all.)

#they’re two of my favorites and it’s fanfiction so I’m allowed to do what I want #I haven’t written hermione outside of the trio in a long time so her voice is a bit off #but it is what it is #also the bits later about luna and Rolf also crack me up #I love writing the HP trios!#anyway #my stuff #fic: the beings division #the never posted endless wip #newt scamander #hermione Granger #fantastic beasts fanfic #Harry Potter fanfic

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hinatastinygiant · 10 months ago

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31 | Princess Hitomi

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Serpents and Roses

As you sit on your bed, Luna and Amit float around the room, carefully packing up your Hogwarts life even after your fit of tears that led you to collapse onto the bed and give up. The once vibrant space feels oddly muted now, like the calm before a storm.

Amit's wand folds your robes as a slight frown rests on his face. "It's such a shame. You were an excellent student."

"And a good friend," Luna adds as her wand carries your books into your trunk.

"Thanks, guys," you try to force a smile, but even that seems impossible right now. The room is heavy with sorrow, and the weight of your impending departure settles on your shoulders.

"You don't have to go," Luna says softly, her dreamy eyes clouded with sadness. "We'll miss you terribly."

Amit nods in agreement, his usually cheerful demeanor subdued. "Yeah, it won't be the same without you here."

You manage a small smile, appreciating their genuine concern. "I know, but it's out of my hands. Headmaster Black made that perfectly clear."

The mention of the headmaster brings a momentary silence, a collective sigh of frustration for the circumstance. Luna approaches you, offering a pair of odd-looking glasses as a memento. "Take these," she smiles sadly. "They'll remind you of all the Nargles and Wrackspurts we've encountered together."

You chuckle through the bittersweet emotions, accepting the gift.

"Thank you, Luna," you whisper, giving her a gentle hug.

"What will we do without you?" Amit sighs as you look around the room. Memories begin to flood back- late-night study sessions, laughter echoing through the halls, and the warmth of the friendships you had made at Hogwarts.

When you snap back to the present, Amit hands you a small vial filled with a silvery substance. "Liquid Luck," he tells you, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "For those times when you need a bit of extra magic in the muggle world."

Touched by both of their thoughtful gestures, you feel a lump forming in your throat. "Thank you, both of you. You made my time here worth it," you say as the first tear rolls down your cheek.

Once the last item is packed, Luna and Amit join you on the bed. "We're going to miss you so much," Luna murmurs, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace.

"Promise you'll owl us, yeah?" Amit joins, completing the group hug. "Let us know how things are in the muggle world."

"I promise," you whisper, your voice betraying the emotion you try to suppress. "And I'll never forget you both."

As you linger in their heartfelt embrace, time seems to slow. The reality of the situation sinks in and you know this will likely be the last day you'll see them.

***

The courtyard is bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun as your friends gather for one last farewell. Luna, Amit, Garreth, Poppy, Sebastian, and Ominis stand in front of you with the same sad look on their faces.

"I really wish you didn't have to go," Luna keeps sobbing, though her voice is barely audible over the gentle breeze.

Ami offers a heartfelt smile. "Remember to write, and don't forget us in the Muggle world!"

Garreth then playfully nudges you. "If you ever miss all the chaos, just give us a call. We'll come and rescue you!"

"He's right," Poppy nods before embracing you with her Hufflepuff warmth. "You know we're here for you, no matter what."

"Yeah but while you're gone, make sure all the muggles know they've got a witch living in their midst," Sebastian winks. "Give 'em a taste of what's good with your potions skills."

You can't help but laugh as they continue to shower you with their affection and well wishes. The pain of leaving them behind lingers, but the love and support they offer is overwhelming.

Ominis, his expression unreadable, lingers nearby. As the farewells echo around you, he steps forward and gently takes your hand. Silently, he pulls you away from the group and towards the edge of the courtyard.

"I can't believe you're really leaving," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

"Me neither," you admit.

"It's not fair," he says, his tone laced with anger. "I wish there was something I could do."

"It's alright, Ominis," you smile softly. "I'll be okay."

He sighs, his eyes full of sadness. "No, it's not okay. I can't lose you."

"I'm sorry," you reply.

"Me too," he replies as he leans in, planting a soft kiss on your lips. The moment is fleeting, but the depth of the feeling lingers, sending shivers down your spine.

He pulls away, his expression full of longing.

"Goodbye, Y/N," he murmurs. "Be careful out there."

"I will," you nod.

As you reluctantly pull away, Professor Weasley approaches you. "Time to go, Y/N. Have you got your things?"

"Yes," you nod as you reach down to grab your trunk.

With a final glance at your friends, you grab onto Professor Weasley's arm and the two of you disapparate, leaving the grounds of Hogwarts for the last time. The transition is swift, leaving behind the enchanted halls for the ordinary streets of your hometown.

As you enter your home, Ominis' kiss lingers in the back of your mind like an ache. The memories of Hogwarts weigh heavy in your heart, a bittersweet reminder of the time spent away from the mundane muggle world.

***

Two months have passed since you said goodbye to Hogwarts, and tonight, the loneliness is particularly unbearable. Sitting at your kitchen table, you pen a letter to Sebastian, the paper beneath your pen carrying the weight of your longing.

"Dear Sebastian,

I hope this owl finds you well. I've been trying to reach Luna and Ominis through letters, but it seems my messages are lost in transit. It leaves me wondering what happens to my letters once they reach Hogwarts. Are they intercepted or is there some kind of mishap preventing their delivery? How is everyone at Hogwarts? I miss you all more than words can express.

I had almost forgotten how different the muggle world is, and, I must admit, lonelier without all of you. James has stopped by every once in a while with Professor Weasley to check up on me, but it's not the same. I've gone out to the spots I used to visit before my time in Hogwarts, attempted to replicate potions, and tried to keep myself occupied, but it's been a struggle.

I hope this letter finds you well.

Sincerely,

Y/N"

After you fold your letter, your owl takes flight. With a sigh, you stand up and turn your attention to the flickering glow of the television. Familiar scenes play out on the screen, but your thoughts are elsewhere, lingering on the unanswered letters and the world you left behind.

An hour later, the sound of wings against the windowpane interrupts your thoughts. As you open the window, hope flickers within you that this time, your message might be delivered.

However, the disappointment deepens as you find the feathered messenger once again empty-clawed, its mission unfulfilled.

"Why is it," you mutter as you extend your hand to your owl, feeling the softness of its feathers beneath your fingertips, "that only James' letters return to me?"

Serpents and Roses

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royal1asset-if · 2 years ago

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Best RO Award Goes To!

So as promise, the reactions of the RO's to the most voted and love by you readers :)

Also, I decided that every release of chapters I will put a poll again to know which RO's I need to polish more :)

(Story Start)

I'm seating in the ask room waiting for the team to arrive, while I'm preparing your votes my readers.

Moments later I hear the chattering of Elrick and Serena clearly too excited for the reveal.

Elrick: So excited I wonder who will be top one?!( Looking at Luna with concentration 🤣🤣🤣)

Serena: Don't care because I know I'm the top one, I mean who can resist my charms, not to mention this masterpiece of a art( Gesturing to her body)

Luna: This is so pointless, instead of wasting my time I should been training!( Impatient and crossing her arms)

Me: Now, now Luna, our Readers took their time as well to vote, so we should take the time to do this no? To thank our readers!( I say with edge and a strained smile on my face)

Luna avert her gaze and look at the ground, brooding as usual.

Conrad: No offence Author and to the Readers but I agree with Luna, we should maximize our time productively(He says in a flat tone and eyeing me down)

Me: Oh Conrad, trust me when I say your time will be worth it, also ain't your curious about your results and besides you can use this as research!( I say and persuading him)

Conrad looked at me skeptical and mulling over my words, moments later he nod his head at me.

Amelia: Well I want to congratulate you guys, I know who the Readers voted the most, I mean who wants little old me?( She says in a high pitch tone but there is sadness to it)

Dustin: Don't be like that Amelia, I'm sure a lot of people voted for you!( He says and encouraging Amelia)

Amelia smiled happily and her attitude became jolly.

Elrick: Enough talk! show me the money!(He says and rubbing his two fingers together)

I snapped my fingers and 6 chair appeared in front of me.

Me: Of course but I suggest you take a seat, trust me the result will take your breath away( I say and grinning at them)

All 6 of them seated on the chair and I waved my hand in the air, chains appeared and bind the team's wrist on the chairs.

Luna: WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS AUTHOR?( She says shouting and fighting in her bonds)

Me: Relax Luna, nothing is happening and this is just what you call precautionary measures, I don't want to experience again what happened the last time someone got jealous of their team and started beating up my door( I say in spite and looking at the two)

Elrick grinned at me while Serena wink at me.

Me: Now without further ado let's begin, starting with the one who has the most votes( I say and clapping my hands a whiteboard appeared in the front)

Me: For 1st place let's give a round of applause to!( I say and removing the tape from the board)

Me: Luna( I say and clapping my hands)

Elrick: WHATTTTT( He screams)

Serena: Well I'm kinda expecting that, knowing a lot of our Readers love getting hurt and being toss away( She says and looking at the 4th wall)

Amelia: Congrats Luna, I know that without a doubt people loves you( She says and smiling at Luna)

Luna amidst the praise and critic just stared at the board and muttering something, still shocked.

Me: While Luna is still recovering let's go to 2nd place( I say and removing the 2nd tape from the board)

Me: Serenaaaa( I say and pointing at her)

Serena: I take back what I said earlier, those Readers have good taste and I wish I can meet you in real life( She says and winking at the 4th wall)

Elrick: I don't and I'm starting to think they are bias(He says and pouting)

Serena: Looks like I'm gonna work hard to take your crown Luna and I will make sure I will be the last one laughing(She says and eyeing Luna down)

Luna started to laugh and laugh, which is kinda weird and freaky

Elrick: Ok this is scary right everybody?( Looking at everyone)

Luna: I don't really care Serena but you can go ahead and tray( She says and grinning at Serena wickedly)

Serena mimic Luna's grin and eyes glinting with competitiveness)

Me: Alright going along(I don't want any trouble today) for 3rd place we have( Pulling the tape of for 3rd place)

Me: Dustinnnn!( I shout and clapping my hands)

Dustin: Excuse me?( He blurt out surpirsed)

Elrick: Yeah what he said!( He shouts and tilting his head to Dustin)

Amelia: WOWWW Dustin, looks like you have a lot of suitors( She tease Dustin)

Dustin: I don't know what to say but I will start by saying thank you and I will not let you down Readers( He says and looking at the 4th wall)

Elrick: The gods and world hates me, Oh well I think I can settle for 4th place for now(He says defeated and slumping on his chair)

Me: Oh on the contrary my Eagle friend, you did now quite made the cut( I say and wanting to say that since I got here)

Elrick: No please I beg you, my pride and dignity is all I have( He pleads me)

Me: I'm gonna cherish this moment, for 4th place we have( I say and removing the tape for 4th place)

Elrick:

Me: Conraadd!( I shout and popping a confetti over him)

Elrick: WHYYYYYYY!( He started to sob pathetically and uncontrollably)

Serena: Well looks like the Readers want some challenged in regards to their love life, I will take note of that the next time we meet(She says licking her lips and looking at the 4th wall hungrily)

Conrad: Well this is enlightening indeed Author( He says and looking at the 4thwall and tilting his head to the side) How peculiar and intriguing?(He says and studying the 4th well intently)

Elrick: Fine 5th place and I will not settle for 6th place(He says and gaining some of his lost composure)

Me: Oh sweet sweet Elrick, how wrong you are again!( I say and laughing madly)

Elrick:

Me: For the 5th place we have a draw and that is you Elrick and Amelia(I say and removing the final tape)

Me: So that's all guys and I suggest you bring out your A game for the next chapter because we will have this fun activity again(I say and clapping my hands the binds from the team disappeared)

As soon the binds disappear Elrick scamper towards the 4th wall.

Elrick: So you want to play this game huh? Well let me tell you something Readers, I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired flirting with different kinds of people. Skills that make me charming devil for people like you. If you vote me for 1st place next time now that'll be the end of it. I will not look bombard you with corny pick up lines, I will not assault you with cheesy jokes, but if you don't, I will fall in love for you, I will serenade you and I will make you fall over heels for me.(He says and threatening you my Readers)

Me: Okay he has a problem( Pointing to a deranged Elrick)

Serena; Don't mind him Author and as well for you my precious Readers, I can't wait to treat you very very good( She says and starting to look some sort of hungered beast)\

I conjured a weapon to protect you my Readers

Me: HAVE AT THEE, NOOOO HORNYYYYYY( I say and bonking her with the holy weapon, a baseball bat)

Well that knocked her unconscious, well at least she is not horny anymore 😂😂😂😂

Me: How about you Luna? any last words for your adoring followers( I say and goading Luna)

Luna: I hate you and I will crush your larynx without hesitation( She says and clenching her hands tightly)

Me: Haha, I think that's encouraging them even more Luna, why don't you try reverse psychology( I say and advising her)

Luna: I loved you and I will die for you( She says but with venom and gliding a finger under her neck)

Amelia: THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH, IF WE EVER MEET I WILL LOVE YOU DEEPLY AND I WILL NEVER EVER LEAVE YOU BEHIND( She says and kissing the 4th wall)

Dustin: I pledged to you my loyalty and life, I will follow you wherever you go( He says and kneeling on one knee)

Conrad: I want to know you even better and perform a experiment in regards to this called date and dinner( He says and jotting down notes)

Me: Well that all folks, thank you so much for participating in the polls and I hope you enjoyed this drama and short story of mine, Also don't forget to send more ask and I beg to ask about Elrick because well he started to undergo the 7 stages of depression and it's very very alarming, so that's all and thanks again(I say and ending the broadcast)

(Story End)

#royalasset #RO's Reaction #RO Award #One Ask For Elrick please I beg you😭😭😭#Serena is still unconscious LMAO🤣#Luna is still doing her reverse psychology #Conrad started interviewing me for best places for dinner #Dustin making lot's of promises #Amelia daydreaming that you are by her side and doing romantic stuffs 😉😉😊😊💖💖😍😍🌹🌹🐻🐻👌👌

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elvispresleyslut · 2 years ago

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Chapter Three - Hope

Saturday Night. June 1st. 2015. The Cafe

Here we are in this unpleasant memory.

Me and him both sit in a corner booth together, right in front of the big glass window.

The view that night was so beautiful with every street light shining down as it rains.

Maybe I’m just an odd person I thought in this very moment. I enjoyed the rain often.

Rain always seemed to bring me good luck.

That is what I swore to.

“Ehem” Someone in the distance clears their throat.

I turn away from the glass window to see him smiling at me holding his warm coffee.

“You traveled away for a minute..” He laughed softly grabbing my hand across the table.

Smiling i squeeze his hand.

“I-I was thinking..” I whisper staring at his silver band around his ring finger.

“Penny for those beautiful thoughts that you always have?”

“Just thinking about life..” I smile reassuringly.

Just say it. You are pregnant. I am pregnant.

“What about i-”

“I’m Pregnant.” I cut his question short.

He doesn’t respond.

His face drops.

I frown feeling one single tear fall.

“D-does not mean we have to kee-”

“What..n-no my love I am just in shock. I-I’m so happy.” He smiles grabbing ahold of both my hands.

Reality creeps in.

I awake in my big unshared bed.

Grabbing my pillow I place it over my face and scream loudly feeling the vibrations of it through the puffed material.

Beginning my morning I sit up in bed and snatch up my phone from the nightstand.

“I-I miss you so much.” I whisper to no one it appears as I stare at the framed picture of us beside my lamp.

Laying back in bed I call his parents.

His mother replies.

“Goodmorning darling, how are you doing?”

I really rather not tell you.

“I-I am alright. Could I possibly drop by to visit Luna for a bit? I have therapy in about two hours. I could stop in afterwards.” I say softly.

“We do not mind you visiting. I..worry about you. Luna asks about you everyday. She needs to see you.” His mother exclaims.

“I actually uhm..have some things to give her.” I glance over at a big packing box filled with belongings of His.

I soon hang up. Time to prepare for another great “talking session”.

“How is today? A sunny Monday.” Doc smile crossing her legs formally.

“Same ole same ole.. Doc.” I smile twisting my wedding ring.

“You seem chipper. May I ask what has caused that smile to spread across your face today?” She questions pushing her glasses up on her face.

“I am going to see Luna after our session today.” I smile the first bright smile that I’ve shown in months.

She smiles back at me.

“That is very exciting. How old is she again?”

I frown.

My dream.

“S-seven years..” I whisper.

She smiles at me nodding her head. Somewhat it felt she understood why that was so hard to admit.

Seven years ago I was telling my dead husband we were expecting our first child. Our only child that we would ever have together.

“Have you planned to do anything with her today.” She asks me setting her notepad on her desk. “I think today we could just..talk. No analyzing.”

I smile at her and wipe my eyes that fills with a tear.

“I-I have gave her a few of His things..really just need them gone and uh..s-she deserves to have things to remind her of him.”

She nods tilting her head with a smile.

“Well..I am very proud of you. You have made another small but big step. Don’t give up. Keep pushing!” She states. “I believe we can cut today short. You should go spend as much of the day as you can with her.”

My face forms into confusion. I smile.

Today was an oddly great day.

I walk outside of the building and I look up at the sky.

“Thankyou.” I whisper.

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clubsmarties · 4 months ago

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"The only slow poke I see here is you. Hurry up and ring me up so we can go to lunch and you can devour that burger." The laugh rang from him not expecting her to come out with that. He chuckled and pretended to hide behind his hands. "That's what you get for poking in there." His eyes sparkled with amusement at her silliness. "See, that was their mistake. Who gives that type of news right at the first bite of ice cream? I would never do that to you. I'd wait until you're at least almost done." Danny rolled his eyes and sighed, putting his hand over his heart pretending to be offended. There was something so mesmerizing about the way she tied those pouches. Something so simple and mundane was somehow made exciting by Luna. He'd just chalk it up to how easy going of a person she was. Made everything just a little bit more exciting.

Shaking his head and eyebrows furrowed at the same time he pointed at her. "It's a promise. Why not? I'll bust out my bejeweler to get you those buttons to hand out. See how helpful and nice I'd be?All you need to do is stop being a danger magnet or a trip hazard. I actually did see that one which was pretty funny."

"Was that a compliment?" Danny asked, a clear smirk on his face. "Did I just hear a compliment from you?" He was tickled and watching her face he couldn't help but smile at her. There was warmth radiating from her that called out to him. Maybe this wasn't so bad. She made him feel different. Not like this was a job or that he had her life in his hands.

He looked up from the mess of ribbons in front of him and nodded. "Yeah, I never joke about the bridge. I think I'd be stripped of my privileges if I ever did make that into a joke. You've been wanting to see it, have you not?" One finger picked up a light blue ribbon and played with it. Touching the fabric and simultaneously seeing the others who had previously touched it. Blue eyes then looked up and locked with hers. "These two match. They have a blue and green color scheme," he made a face. "I know. Not the best but also not the worst I've ever seen." He put the ribbons in front of her, index grazing her own. "Speaking of, do you want to come? You'd count as a plus one except not really because I'll have you helping," he laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "You'll get food though. They need seats filled. Bride side are kind of assholes."

"I'm thinking the same thing. I could practically kill for a burger right about now." Which she 100% blamed on Daniel, before this conversation she hadn't even been thinking about lunch. "Hmm, let's see . . ." She dramatically pressed her two fingers into her temple, feigning concentration as she squinted at the man before she let out a shocked gasp. "Danny, really? Here? You need to control those thoughts, that mind of yours . . ." She clicked in her tongue in mock disproval before smirking. "Well excuse me if I learned the hard way that ice cream doesn't taste as sweet when you get told after your first bite that your pet squirrel of two weeks was caught by the neighbor's cat." Luna huffed, before snorting in laughter despite herself. "If both were bad news, then it wouldn't matter would it Socrates?" The woman teased, fingers continuously tying the small pouches.

Eyes sparkled mischievously at his remark as she tilted her head, sizing up his arms. "Oh? Is that a threat or a promise? And yes I am the dainty queen, thank you. Four years running, don't forget to vote for me this autumn." She mused, hand on hip as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. She reached below the counter and appeared with a jar of various ribbons for Daniel to pick from, to match the venue. But before she could ask her question, a laugh escaped her at his response to her suggestion. "Well Danny, it sounds like I need to buy you a mirror or two if you think I'm out of your league. There's a reason that groom thinks you're trying to steal his bride, and its not just that magical charm of yours." Luna just hoped he didn't notice the blush that threatened to tint her cheeks at the compliment from him.

She fumbled the spool of ribbon she'd been taking out of the jar at Danny's words. "Wait really?" She couldn't tell if he was pulling her leg or serious. But she assumed he wouldn't screw with her to that degree. Luna collected herself and nodded. "You've got yourself a deal." Before she pushed the large jar closer to Danny. "Okay, tell me if any of these ribbons match the theme of the wedding. Or if you want me to just use a basic twine."

#charmed verse: show me what it's like to be the last one standing and i'll show you what i can be #connection -> luna & danny.#get out omfg these two 🤣🤭

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als-vuur · 6 years ago

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Pleasure

#lovleg #gunnhild #season 2 #episode 2 #clip 1 #luna #gunnhild x luna #lunhild #mine #s2e2c1 #this is my first ever gif help #i just really needed a gif of luna laughing in my life #mypost #lovlegedit

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silver-hwaberry · 2 years ago

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SEVEN: date night

Warnings: dry humping, protected sex, a very small mention of past bullying and scars, lots of kissing, body praising. MINORS DNI

Word count: 8.3K

Taglist: @kiwibaekie @fudgeflyssworld

Archery training was so fun. I enjoyed it so much and was very thankful that Hongjoong paid for me to have a lesson too. I had done some archery for sports in one of the many schools I attended. It was nothing like this, though, with real arrows. Before I left, the guys and I had a small competition. Between turns, Yunho stood close to me. There were a couple of staff members around at this point. I could tell he wanted to hold my hand, but couldn’t.

When it was time for me to leave, he came into the waiting room with me as I collected my belongings and gave me the sweetest hug. The type that ends up slowly moving from side to side. With our height difference, my head fits perfectly into his neck, his chin resting on top of my head.

“Enjoy your date tonight little one.” he whispered to me before I left.

Seonghwa is already home when I arrive at the apartment. I hadn’t been expecting him to be home yet as it was just after 4pm. He pats the space beside him on the sofa for me to sit down. As I do, he pulls me into his arms.

“Did you enjoy archery?” he asks me

“I did. Hongjoong paid for me to have a lesson too! It was so much fun!” I smile.

“I am glad.” he says, kissing my lips tenderly

I return the kiss and I sigh softly.

“So this date tonight..” I say as our lips part “..what do I wear?”

“Whatever is most comfortable for you.” he replies

“Oh well, that narrows it down!” I say as he laughs.

“Well, I don’t quite know what type of outfits you have or what your style really is, so it isn’t an easy question for me to answer.” he says, his hands pulling me closer to him

“True! What are you wearing? It might give me some idea of what to wear.” I ask.

“Oh, are you thinking of doing a couple’s outfit?” he grins, his lips are so close to mine that I can feel his breath on them

“No!” I laugh as he kisses me

“Well I am going for a shower because it was ridiculously humid at the training centre.” I say.

He gives me another kiss, one that lingers on my lips before I stand up and go into my bedroom.

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My hair is done, my makeup is looking good, so all I need to do now is pick my outfit. Jongho said semi formal, but I don’t really know what that means. I have been nowhere formal in my life to even own any clothes that would be classed as formal wear.

Why is this so hard?! I know Seonghwa will be dressed up nicely and look incredibly handsome, too. I don’t want to embarrass him by wearing the wrong clothes. I settle for a long-sleeved white sheer blouse and a black strappy dress on top. I decide on a pair of black heels to go with it and pray it is semi-formal attire.

As I move the other outfits I was considering off my bed, I hear my phone notification go off and realise it is probably my mom. She usually messages me around this time as it is 10am in the UK.

I have a final look in the mirror and take a deep breath. You can do this Luna! I pick up my brown handbag, put my essentials in it - purse, compact mirror, lipstick, perfume, my phone, power bank and, of course, my most important item - my epi-pen. I open my bedroom door and walk out holding my heels in my hand as I don’t want them to scuff the hardwood flooring in the apartment.

“Luna!” Seonghwa gasps as I walk into the lounge.

He looks so good. He is wearing black trousers, a white dress shirt and a black coat. His black hair is in a side parting, not one hair out of place. Perfect.

“Is this ok? I can go get changed if it isn’t.” I say nervously.

“No. Do not change. You look absolutely stunning, darling.” he smiles before kissing me as his hands cup my face. “I am so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend.” he adds quietly when our lips part

I suddenly feel really shy about his compliments. I have never taken compliments well. I always get awkward and never know how to act.

“Don’t shy away from me.” he whispers.

“Sorry, I am not used to compliments and never really know how to take them.” I reply.

“Well, please get used to hearing them because it is all true.” He smiles down at me. “And I will never stop saying them to you.”

I believe him but I am not sure how I can get used to being complimented like this. I was used to people telling me how smart I was growing up. That was because I was, I am. That is not me being big-headed, it is a fact. I am incredibly smart. I have an IQ of 144 which is on the high end of the gifted range. I was in the year above too, so I graduated from high school when I was 17 years old.

Compliments on my intelligence I could take, but on my looks, I found it harder. I did always struggle with my self-esteem. Which is what makes all this feel even more bizarre to me. That 8 men… 8 idols find me attractive!

“Are you ready to leave?” Seonghwa asks me, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I am.” I nod

Seonghwa takes my hand and walks me to the entrance, where I go to sit down on the small step to put my heels on, but Seonghwa stops me and takes them from my hand. I feel like Cinderella trying on the glass shoe as he places them on my feet. My hands holding onto his shoulders to keep my balance. My heels have gave me an extra 3” in height, yet I still feel small compared to him as he stands upright again.

“So beautiful.” He whispers, kissing me softly. “Let's go.” he adds, holding my hand again.

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The restaurant is beautiful. It is small with tables in little private corners. Fairy lights strung across the ceiling looked like little stars in the sky. It felt very intimate and romantic as hell!

The hostess shows us to our table near the back and the most private one of all. It made me relax a little more; I wasn’t too sure what the rules were in public like this. Obviously no contact, hugging, holding hands etc but apart from that, I was nervous to initiate anything for fear of getting them into trouble or being seen.

Seonghwa pulls out my seat as I sit down and tucks it in before going to his own seat. She asks us what drinks we would like to start with.

“Would you like some wine?” Seonghwa asks me.

“If that is ok.” I reply as he nods

“Of course. Pick whatever you want.” he smiles at me

“Could I have a glass of Merlot?” I ask the hostess.

She nods and writes it down on her notepad before looking at Seonghwa who asks for the same. She thanks us and then leaves. I take this opportunity to look around the room. The brick walls give it a rustic feel. There are green plants dotted here and there too, which gives off a calming aesthetic.

“Is the restaurant ok?” I hear Seonghwa ask

“It is beautiful.” I answer, looking back at him and smile. “I really like it here.”

I can swear he has a light blush to his cheeks, but with the lighting, it is hard to tell. He smiles faintly before looking down at the menu. When the server brings our drinks over, we order our food.

“My girlfriend has a severe allergy to seafood. Please ensure there are no fish ingredients near her food.” Seonghwa says

The server nods and says he will inform the kitchen staff before taking our menus and leaving us. I take a sip of my wine.

“Sorry, I know that is classed as making a fuss but I wanted to make sure.” he says

“Oh no, it is fine. I don't mind that at all because I usually make sure too. My mom would have announced it to the entire restaurant the second we stepped foot inside.” I laugh. “That part I hated.”

“Moms are very protective of their children.” He nods.

“I guess you would know having 7 kids yourself.” I comment.

“That is very true!” he laughs.

I am a little shocked when he reaches across the table and holds my hand. It feels nice, but like I had said earlier; I wasn’t sure what the rules were on the outside.

“Are we allowed to hold hands outside?” I decide to ask.

“If we are in a safe place, then yes. This is a safe place. The guys and I have come here before and Myeonjin got security to scoop out the place, too. Most of this area is safe. There are a lot of other idols who live here. You have nothing to worry about.” he smiles at me.

“Good. I just wanted to check. I am rather paranoid about getting any of you into trouble.” I reply.

“You never need to worry about that stuff. We have it under control. In certain places, we need to be more guarded for obvious reasons, but just trust us. We will always tell you in advance what places are safe and aren’t.” he says.

“Earlier, during archery, the guys and I had a mini competition before I had to leave. I felt like Yunho wanted to hold my hand but couldn’t because there were some staff members there. He stood close to me between turns, but I was so scared he would get into trouble for it.” I find myself saying, “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t be talking about him.” I quickly add when I realise I have just mentioned another man while on our date.

“I don’t mind. You can talk about whatever you want to. And I am sure he did. Yunho is like San, very tactile with people he is comfortable with, and likes physical contact. He holds back a little more, though. Well, more than San does.” He chuckles, his fingers squeezing mine. “How are you with affection? Are you ok with it?”

“Oh, I love it. I love that feeling of being physically connected, whether it is a hand resting on a leg or full on cuddles. I also respect people’s boundaries, though. I know not everyone enjoys it as much as I do.” I answer, playing with his fingers.

“So, are you a cuddler, then?” He asks.

“100%. If someone will let me cuddle them, I will. Especially when going to sleep.” I laugh. “I wouldn’t force you, though. I am fine with sleeping apart, if that’s what you need to go to sleep.”

I notice the little smile on his face as he looks down at our fingers.

“I wouldn’t mind falling asleep cuddled into you.” He says softly. “Waking up beside you too.”

The thought of him holding me while I fall asleep gives me a warm feeling in my stomach.

“If you ever want to hug someone or hold hands but are unsure or worried, just ask.” he smiles

We spend the next hour and a half talking, laughing, eating, getting to know one another better and making nice memories that I know I will keep for the rest of my life. After Seonghwa pays for the meal, he asks if he can take some photos of me.

“I am not very photogenic. I mean, I don’t even know how to pose correctly.” I say.

“Lucky for you I am an expert in posing for photos.” he chuckles

He leads me over to a corner and pulls some of my hair forward from behind my shoulders, retouching little parts of it before walking backwards and pulling out his phone. I find it awkward for the first few seconds but soon relax into it as he instructs me on how to pose.

“You are a natural.” he smiles, coming back over to me to show me the photos. “And beautiful!”

I find it hard to believe that it is me. He has made me look good, something I rarely feel. I ask if he can send me them so that I can send one to my mom. We put on our masks and leave. He tells me there is a little ice cream stand nearby.

“Are you ok to walk back to the apartment in your heels?” he asks. “I don’t want you to hurt your feet.”

“I had to wear heels all the time when I worked at the hotel. I once stood and walked for 9 hours straight in them! A 15-minute walk back to the apartment is a piece of cake compared to that!” I reply.

“Impressive but also not good.” he laughs

“Yeah, my feet were rather swollen the day after that shift!” I laugh too.

The area we are in is relatively quiet. It seems to be a place for couples as there are a lot of them wandering around, holding hands, taking photos, feeding one another snacks. I feel Seonghwas hand slip into mine, our fingers laced together. As I look down at it, I can see the size difference in our hands. I didn’t realise how small my hands were before.

“9 hours though, that is a long time to be working like that. Did you get a break for something to eat?” he asks.

“I didn’t get to eat at all that day. Most days I had like 10 minutes to get something to eat, if I was lucky and I worked 12-hour shifts as well.” I answer.

“That is not healthy. I am glad you aren’t there anymore.” he says

“I lost a lot of weight because I was barely eating and on the move all the time. It really wasn’t healthy.” I say.

“I hope that will change now you are working with us. We will all be making sure you eat regularly.” He smiles.

“I don’t doubt that.” I giggle.

We arrive at the ice cream stand and look at the menu. I already know what ice cream flavour I am getting and I know it will disgust him, but I don’t care, it is my favourite flavour.

“Should we get a sharing tub?” he asks

Damn it! He wants to be romantic and share ice cream, which is sweet, but he will not like the flavour I pick.

“Or not.” he adds when he sees my face, which I know has given me away

“No, not that. I would love to share a tub with you. I just don’t think you would like my choice of flavour.” I say.

He looks a bit confused for a second and I can pinpoint the exact moment he realises.

“Oh, mint chocolate?” he asks

“Yeah, it is my favourite flavour and what I always get.” I reply. “But I can pick a different flavour so we can share.”

“No, if you usually get mint chocolate then I want you to have that.” he smiles but there is a teeny tiny grimace on his face

He orders the ice cream tub, getting himself a rainbow sherbet and we go to sit down on a nearby bench. It is still daylight, but the courtyard is filled with fairy lights. I have noticed fairy lights are a big thing in Korea and I absolutely love it! I covered my old apartment in fairy lights, as it gave me a feeling of comfort and calm. I was already planning to get lots of lights for my bedroom back at the apartment.

“How is your toothpaste ice cream?” he asks, as he finishes his rainbow sherbet.

“How dare you call it toothpaste!” I gasp. “No kisses for you!”

“No, please!” he whines, placing an arm around me

“Are you sure you want mint chocolate kisses?” I ask playfully, narrowing my eyes at him.

“If they are your mint chocolate kisses than yes.” he grins before leaning over

“Are we allowed to kiss outside?” I ask quietly.

“We are safe here.” he replies capturing my lips

I cannot help but smile into the kiss. As his tongue moves against mine, I can taste the sweetness from his ice cream and the merlot earlier. One of his hands moves to my neck, his fingers softly touching my skin.

I am still holding onto my tub of ice cream and I try not to drop it on myself as my hands want nothing more than to reach out for him. As the kiss tapers off, he leaves little pecks on my lips.

“Hmm, toothpaste!” He grins at me

“Boy, you are lucky I am holding this ice cream!” I say as we both laugh.

When I finish my ice cream, we head home. There is a slight breeze that makes me shiver and within seconds Seonghwa places his coat over my shoulders. I can feel the warmth immediately.

“Better?” He asks sweetly

“Yes, thank you.” I nod as he kisses my forehead

His hand slips into mine once again, and we continue walking.

The apartment is quiet when we arrive home. I have no idea where the others are because no one is downstairs. I am not sure if they were told to make themselves scarce for our return or if they are just coincidentally in other places. I know Hongjoong will probably be at the studio as usual.

“Thank you for the date.” I say as we walk into the lounge.

“It isn’t over yet.” he smiles. “I have something for you. Sit down and I will get it.”

I do as he says, wondering what it could be. He goes into the kitchen and I can hear him moving around with the opening and closing of cupboard doors. I move further back onto the sofa to make myself comfortable.

Seonghwa comes back into the lounge with a little plate, his hand covering part of it so I can’t see whatever it is and my curiosity is peaking now.

“Oh, what is this?” I ask, craning my neck to see.

“Just a little something I thought you might like. I hope anyway.”

He moves his hand away to reveal a cute little cake. It has pink icing on top with a sliced strawberry placed in the middle.

“Wow!” I gasp, looking at it as he sits beside me. “Strawberry too!”

“I have noticed you seem to like strawberry things.” he says as he sliced through a small corner of it with a fork

“I absolutely love strawberries!” I giggle.

He holds the fork up to my mouth for me to take a bite, and it tastes as delicious as it looks, causing me to moan lightly. I notice the little smirk on his face and the raised eyebrow. His eyes are gazing deeply into mine and we gravitate towards one another. I take the plunge and kiss him. It is heated from the start and I crave more as he places the cake on the coffee table.

I move closer to him and I feel his hands move down to my hips, lifting me onto his lap. My clumsiness kicks in when, with my eagerness to be as close to him as possible, my knee roughly connects with his crotch, causing a groan to escape him.

“Oh shit, Seonghwa. I am so sorry.” I say, pulling away from him. “Are you ok?”

“I am fine Luna.” he chuckles.

He cannot be fine after that! It was a near full force impact to a very sensitive area for a guy!

“Are you sure? I didn’t mean to knee you in the balls. Fuck, fuck! I am sorry!” I say

I can feel myself getting flustered that I’ve hurt him and move back from him. Pretty sure I have ruined the moment and I wouldn’t blame him. A knee to the balls is a passion killer for sure. Resisting the urge to run into my room from the sheer embarrassment of it, I am surprised when he pulls me back onto his lap again.

“Look at me darling.” he says, my eyes moving back to his. “I am ok, it was an accident and my fault for suddenly pulling at you like that.”

I know he is being nice, but I feel bad for hurting him. I settle down, my legs on either side of him, trying to make sure I do nothing else to cause him or myself harm. I swear I need to come with a warning sign.

“Now where were we?” he smirks, pulling my head down to his

The kiss picks up from exactly where we left off and his hands move down to my hips. Within seconds, I have melted into him, my blunder quickly forgotten about. I can feel his excitement growing between my legs. His fingers are digging into my hips now and subtly moving them against him. The feeling of his bulge rubbing against my clothed core is driving me insane.

“Seonghwa.” I mumble against his lips.

“Yes, darling?” he asks, his kisses moving to my neck

I tilt my head upwards to give him more access to the sensitive skin there. My fingers pulling lightly on his hair.

“Take me to bed.” I say.

“Are you sure?” he replies, pulling back to look into my eyes.

“I am!” I say softly, looking back into his dark brown eyes

“You know there is no pressure, right? No expectations.”

“Seonghwa, I want you!” I declare.

His eyes instantly darken, and he kisses me passionately. It takes me by surprise, but I am not opposing it. He suddenly grabs my body and standing up. The abrupt movement causes me to pull away from his kiss. My entire body stiffens up, my legs locking tightly around his waist, and an involuntary whimper escapes me as my face buries into his neck.

“Are you ok?” he asks

“N-no one has ever lifted me like this.” I say

“Well, you better get used to it because I will do this a lot.” he chuckles. “Do you want to go to your room or mine? Hongjoong will probably be at the studio until the early hours, as usual.”

“Mine.” I simply reply, still gripping firmly onto him, afraid I will fall.

“I got you.” he whispers. “You are safe.”

“I am too heavy for you.” I frown.

“You weigh like nothing!”

Holding me with one arm securely around my waist, he opens my bedroom door with his free arm, closing it behind him with his foot. I remember I had left my room in a bit of a mess. I still hadn’t unpacked my things. The clothes I had considered for the date were in a pile on the desk. The clothes I had worn to work were still scattered around the floor, too. Honestly it was an absolute mess.

“Sorry about the mess.” I say. “I meant to tidy up before we left, but my mom text me and I got distracted.”

“Don’t worry about that. You’ve barely had time to settle in.” he replies,

“I will tidy it all up tomorrow, I promise. Sorry. I know how much you hate mess.” I say.

“You never have to worry about that stuff with me.” he comments, placing me safely on my bed. “See, I kept you safe.” he adds

“Sorry.” I say, looking up at him.

“You say sorry way too much.” He comments.

“Well, when you make as many mistakes and fuck-ups as I do, then sorry becomes part of your everyday vocabulary. Sorry is actually the first word I learn when studying a new language! It is a very important word to know.” I grin at him.

I pull my feet onto the bed and push my body further up the mattress. I look up at Seonghwa and give him my best ‘come to bed’ eyes. It must have worked, because he smirks as he climbs onto the bed, his hands touching my legs.

“Are you 100% sure about this?” he asks

Such a gentleman! I have never been asked this more than once before and as nice as it is, if I did not want this, then he wouldn’t even be in my bedroom, never mind between my legs with his hands on them. I grab his belt and yank him down on top of me.

“I am.” I reply

“If at any point you want to stop, say the word, and I will.” he says

I nod before wrapping my hand around the back of his head and pull his lips down to mine. The instant our lips connect, there is a desire I have never felt before. I have never yearned for someone to touch me as much as I want Seonghwa to right now.

With deep and passionate kisses, his hands move down my body and go under my dress. His fingers caress at my bare skin and my stomach lurches as they move higher up my thigh.

My own hands that had been buried in his hair move to unbutton his shirt. He moves back a little to give me more room to do so, but keeps our mouths connected, his tongue massaging against mine. As I pop the final button through the hole, my hands move to slide his shirt off.

It is only now that he pulls his lips away and leans back on his knees to take it off, throwing it onto the floor as I look up at his now topless frame. The only light in the room is coming in through the window from the streetlights outside, causing a slight orange glow to appear around him.

“You are so beautiful Luna.” He mumbles, leaning down again and kissing my neck

I let out a deep breath. I didn’t even realise I had been keeping in.

“Are you ok?” He asks softly, pulling his head back

“I am. I just feel a bit.. nervous.” I answer honestly. He moves to lie beside me, his upper body propped up by his elbow, his other hand still resting on my waist. “And before you say we don’t have to, I want to. I want you so bad and I know that makes me sound pathetic, but it is true.” I add, feeling my entire face flush red.

“I want you too, so much more than you could ever know.” He says, leaning down to kiss me tenderly, his fingers stroking my cheek. “What is making you nervous?”

“I don’t even know.” I reply. “It has been a while since I was intimate with someone. Since I graduated, I have worked in the hotel nonstop. If I wasn’t working, I was trying to catch up on sleep. I barely had time to even eat, never mind date or even be social with others.”

“I feel the same, nervous. It has been a while for me, too. We will take it slow and figure it out together.” he says.

I nod and sit up to take my dress off. Seonghwa sits up too and moves my hair over my shoulder before pulling the zip on the back of my dress, slipping it over my head, followed by the sheer blouse.

I lay back down in only my underwear. Silently thanking myself for deciding to wear my best black lacy bra and underwear now. The set I know makes my boobs look good.

“Wow, I didn’t think I could get any harder than I already was.” He groans, his eyes looking down at my body.

My hands reach over to Seonghwas belt and undo it. My stomach lurches again as he removes his trousers and moves on top of me. His lips connect with mine, slowly moving to my neck, then chest, and that insane desire for him returns. My fingers grip his hair lightly as he leaves wet kisses on my chest. That is until he holds onto my wrists and pins them delicately on the bed. I feel him switching between kissing and licking my skin. I bite my lower lip to muffle any sounds coming out as his mouth lowers.

“Is that a tattoo?” He asks, referring to the moon and stars tattoo on my ribs when he reaches it.

“Yeah.” I reply

“You are full of surprises, Luna.” He laughs, kissing it “Do you have anymore tattoos?”

“Maybe.” I grin down at him.

As he continues to kiss my skin, one of his hands moves from my wrist and cups one of my breasts. I can’t hold back the whine as his fingers pull the lace material down, freeing my breast. His hand cups it once again, his thumb rubbing my nipple as it becomes hard.

His head moves back up and his lips connect. The tip of his tongue swirling around the nipple sending shock waves through my body. His tongue makes my head feel fuzzy. He rotates between flicks with the tip, full licks with the flat of his tongue and kisses. It makes me begin to wonder how skilled his tongue would be lower down but for right now I am loving what he is doing. He moves to my other breast, doing the exact same to it and I feel my legs shake at the contact, my knees tightening on either side of his hips as I feel myself becoming wetter by the second.

“So soft.” He mumbles as his hand paws at my exposed breasts.

A shot of pure pleasure goes through me as his hips grind into me. I can feel the outline of his hardened length straining against his boxers, rubbing into my core. My free hand moves to cover my mouth, muffling the moans coming from it.

Seonghwas head comes back up, moving my hand away, pinning it back on the bed and kissing me deeply.

“I want to hear you.” he says as our lips part, his forehead resting on mine as his hips continue to move.

“The o-others…. hear..” I mutter incoherently

“They are upstairs and this room is in the quieter part of the house.” he mumbles as I moan at the increased pleasure hitting me. “That feel good, darling?”

“P-please don’t stop.” I nod.

“I won’t.” he replies

And he doesn’t. With each rut against one another we are like two school kids in our bedrooms trying to not get caught by our parents as we do our ‘homework’, I feel myself getting closer and closer to a release I hadn’t felt in a long time. My moans are growing in volume.

“Hwa…” I pant

“Yes, darling?” he responds, his movements becoming harsher

“So close.”

“Let it go.” He says. “Come for me.” he adds in a firm tone before kissing me passionately

The pace he had set becomes faster, both of us moaning now. His grip on my wrists tightens. Heat pools in my lower half. I feel the coil inside me tighten and suddenly release, causing me to moan his name loudly.

As I ride out my high, his hips slow down, leaving me panting as I try to catch my breath. I have never come so intensely from dry humping before and I was not expecting it, either.

“You okay?” He asks, releasing my wrists and looking down at me.

I can only nod. My brain is utterly fried. I don’t think I could even form a coherent sentence if I tried to. He smiles at me before kissing me again. My fingers run through his slightly sweaty hair.

“We can stop here if you want to.” He whispers as his lips leave mine.

“No. I want you.” I say firmly and I feel my lower lip pout out.

“As you wish, my darling.” He replies.

His kisses move down my body once more as I lay back on the pillows and relax into the bedding. His hand snakes around my back and skilfully unhooks my bra with two fingers, causing me to raise an eyebrow. Clearly not his first rodeo in bra removal!

“What?” he asks, smirking up at me as he throws the lacy material on the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes.

“Nothing.” I hum.

He continues his kisses from my breasts down to my stomach. His tongue swirls around my pierced belly button causing me to giggle a bit at the ticklish sensation.

His kisses stop just below my belly button and his fingers trace the length of the silvery line carved into my skin that I had grown to hate. I had hoped he wouldn't see it, which I knew was ridiculous to hope for because you couldn't miss the big ugly scar.

“What is this?” he asks softly

“Appendix scar.” I reply. “I.. I hate it.”

“Why?” his voice is even softer than before

“A week after the operation I was desperate to go back to school as I had exams coming up. I didn’t want to fall behind on my studies. So I begged my mom to let me go, I gave her the big eyes and she caved in. On my way to my 3rd class I was going down some stairs, someone pushed me. I fell down, the stitches burst and the incision ripped open.” I say, wishing he would stop looking at it.

I close my eyes, fighting back the tears, as I don’t exactly want to be crying during this moment between us. I suddenly feel his lips against mine, his hand stroking my face.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” he says.

“You didn’t. It is ugly and just disgusting.” I say as I open my eyes. “I hate it. It reminds me too much of the bullying from that time.”

“I understand why you feel that way. The scar is attached to awful and painful memories for you. It isn’t ugly to me, it is a part of you and it is beautiful. Every inch of you is perfect.” He whispers, his hand moving to my neck.

He places another soft kiss on my lips before moving back down to the stomach. He continues kissing the skin before placing a series of kisses on top of the scar.

His kisses begin to lower until they are above my underwear. His fingers play with the hemline before his hands move my thighs further apart. I feel an instant rush at my core. As he hooks his fingers under the material of my underwear, I lift my hips so he can pull them down. I am very aware of how naked and exposed I am now. He moves back up my body, kissing me tenderly until he reaches my neck.

“I need you now.” He whines.

“Me too.” I reply, kissing him. “I’ve got condoms in my drawer.”

“I have condoms, too, in my bedroom. I didn’t really know which ones to buy. There are so many non-latex ones so I bought a lot.” he sighs, making me giggle a little.

“Oh I know! I have first hand experience of it. It isn’t like just picking up the first box of condoms you find on the shelf and buying them.” I laugh lightly stroking the back of his head.

“The guys and I have all taken STD tests. Our results came in this morning. We are all clean. We will respect your choices when it comes to contraception.” he says

“I am on birth control, but I would feel better using condoms for now. I will get an appointment as soon as I can to get tested as well.” I say. “I shouldn’t have anything as I am always very careful but I want you all to be safe and have peace of mind.”

“Condoms it is.” he smiles

As he leans back to remove his boxers, I open my bedside drawer and open the box of condoms. I remove a packet from the box, laying back onto the bed, passing it to Seonghwa. He rips open the foil packet with his teeth and takes the condom out. My eyes move down to watch him place it on his cock. It is exactly what I imagined it would be when I felt the outline of it rubbing into my core. Long with girth and perfectly straight. Everything about this man is perfect. It makes sense his dick is perfect too!

He hovers over me once again and I suddenly feel really small underneath him.

“Are you ready?” he asks

I detect a hint of shakiness in his tone and I can see how round his eyes have become. I place a hand on his cheek, pulling it towards me and kiss him tenderly.

“I am.” I whisper

Seonghwa lines his tip up with my entrance, but I place a hand on his chest, causing him to look back at me.

“Seonghwa, I’ve never… come during intercourse.” I say. “It isn’t something that happens to me.” I feel my cheeks heat. “I just wanted you to know before we start an-and not like, think it is something you did wrong or be like, offended.” I babble.

“Hey, hey.” he soothes. “It is ok. For some women, it takes other methods. Sex isn’t like a porno with the woman coming within minutes.”

“You watch a lot of porn?” I tease.

He laughs and hides his face in the crook of my neck as I giggle. Any tension either of us was feeling instantly disappears.

“I guess I cannot deny it now.” He laughs. “What I mean is that it is ok, but I will make sure you feel good. Again. And again. And again.” His lips kiss mine with each phrase. “With my fingers. My mouth. My tongue. I. Will. Make. Sure. Of. It.” His kisses continue as I feel his tip push into me.

I gasp at the sensation, my hands grip onto his waist. He takes his time, small slow thrusts, more of his length sliding in with each push, opening more of me until he has bottomed out. His hips still as I adjust to his full length.

“Are you ok?” He asks quietly

“I am.” I answer, my voice shaky.

“Tell me when you are ready.” He says.

“I am ready.” I whisper.

I am desperate for him to move. I want him to feel as good as he made me feel earlier. He pulls his hips back until he is almost out then pushes back in slowly. Soft groans leave his mouth as he looks down at me. He repeats this a few times until he sets a steady pace. I move my legs further apart, my feet resting on his waist and my hips gently move in time with his.

“Fuck, Luna!” Seonghwa groans, almost feral like.

His pace increases and he fills me deeper than before. Something stirs inside me, something I have never felt during sex. I feel a small gush of some liquid, a bit like pee, but I know that it is not.

“Hwa?” I mumble

“hhmm?” he responds

“Kiss me.” I whine. “Please…”

Our lips connect feverishly kissing one another, he moves his body so he is laying on top of me. His chest flush against my own. This position changes the angle of his cock and it feels so good.

“Hwa… feels good… f-fuck…” I moan loudly as his head hits a sensitive part inside of me, another small gush and a spark of pure pleasure. “Oh god.. do that again.”

He gives another harsh thrust in that same spot and I feel lightheaded.

“Did I find your sweet spot? Hmmm my darling?” He purrs into my ear.

“Yes.. yes…” I whimper.

“My pretty darling feeling good?” I can only nod frantically at his question.

Our lips reconnect, I feel his hand capture mine; he laces our fingers together and pins it beside my head. My legs move higher and lock around his waist. His other hand grips onto my thigh, fingers digging into the flesh which I am sure will leave marks.

“I can feel you clenching, darling. You are going to make me come if you keep doing that.” He groans

“Sorry.. can’t control it. Fuck.. don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I beg

I have never begged like this, yearned like this or felt this good from intercourse. I am on the cusp of an orgasm, I can feel it right there just waiting to erupt. My walls grip onto him tightly as he glides in and out of me. Deep groans coming from him.

My back arches off the bedding as my orgasm hits hard. I begin saying his name like a mantra, each time my voice gets louder.

“Luna… you feel so fucking tight.” He pants

His thrusts increase in speed, causing my orgasm to intensify. My fingers squeeze his tightly, my other hand buries deep into his sweaty hair. Other than our passionate moans, the sound of our bodies connecting repeatedly fills the room. I really hope Seonghwa is right about this room being quiet because the lewd noises inside it are getting louder.

Suddenly his hips snap harshly 3 times and a guttural groan comes out of him. His head drops into my neck, his lips touching my skin, and he stops. His entire body shakes then he gives one final firm thrust that hits me hard, causing another powerful orgasm to hit me.

"Seonghwa!" I cry out

The room is nearly silent now, just the noise of our pants as we both try to catch our breath. His body goes limp, his weight on top of me, but I don’t care. I want him as close as humanly possible; I need to feel him. The hand that had been in his hair moves down to his back so I can tenderly rub it. His body is still shaking slightly, as is mine.

A few minutes pass. He lifts his head and looks down at me. Fuck me, he looks ethereal. His face is coated in sweat, his hair wet with it too. A small bead falls from his chin onto my neck. I feel like my heart is going to beat out my chest when he smiles at me, his eyes partially closed like he could fall asleep any second. He leans down to kiss me, a tender kiss, his tongue slowly massaging with mine as we both settle from our orgasms.

"Well that has never happened before." I sigh happily when our lips part.

"Is it bad if I tell you how fucking sexy and hot you look right now?" He says. "All fucked out, underneath me with my cock still buried deep inside you." His lips find my neck, his teeth gaze at the skin delicately.

A small involuntary clench surrounds him with his dirty words. His softening dick twitching at the clench, a small whimper escaping him from how sensitive he still is.

"You liked that huh?" He smirks.

"I am just wondering how someone who is so angelic and ethereal looking right now can utter such dirty words." I smirk back.

“In all seriousness though, are you ok?” he asks looking at me.

“You just gave me 2 of the most intense orgasm I have ever had and during sex. I am more than ok.” I giggle

A sudden rush of emotions flood over me. It feels like I’ve been hit. My eyebrows furrow as I try to hold it in but Seonghwa can see it. He moves off of me, the empty feeling inside me after being full of him makes me feel it even more. He lies beside me, pulling me into his warm chest.

“Sorry.” I whisper holding onto him

“It is ok my darling.” he soothes. “It is a lot of emotions right?”

“I’ve just never experienced something so intimate. I’ve had a lot of sex but nothing like this.” I reply. “Shit, that makes me sound like I am easy.”

“No, it doesn’t! You are 22 years old. It is healthy to have sex. I hate how women are shamed by it or feel they have to apologise for having it. If it was a guy no one would say anything, his friends would high five him. It isn’t right.” he says kissing the top of my head.

“I’ve only ever come from foreplay and never that intense. I didn’t realise sex could feel so, so….. mindblowing.” I say

“I do aim to please.” he laughs as I playfully hit his chest. "Joking aside, I understand how overwhelming it is. I've never had a connection with a woman like I have with you." He strokes my hair. "To be honest it slightly scares me how strongly I like you in this short space of time, how much I want to protect you, keep you safe with every fiber of my being."

I feel the same way but I don’t know how to vocalise it right now without my emotions taking over. I don’t want this special moment between us to end with me crying all over him. Tonight has been magical and I want to end it happily.

"I really hope this room is as quiet as you said it is because we were loud." I comment

I am normally vocal during oral when it feels good but never while having sex, I do the obligatory 'oh yes' here n there, have even faked a few orgasms too but the noises I made tonight were uncontrollable. Hearing his groans, feeling his panting breath on my skin, the way his thrusts hit me so perfectly, it brought something out in me.

"Me too!" He says, causing us both to laugh.

We lay in one another's arms a bit longer, no words being spoken. Just a comfortable silence with occasional kisses and sweet whispers, our naked bodies entwined together with no barriers of clothes between us.

“I don’t want to move but we have to get cleaned up.” he groans

I grumble in mild annoyance but I know he is right. We are both coated in sweat and there is that distinct smell of sex in the air too. I know my bedding will be ripe with it and I regret not taking the comforter off first. We peel away from another, literally peel because our sweaty skin has stuck together.

Seonghwa stands up from the bed and pulls the used condom off his now flaccid cock. He is definitely a show-er and not a grow-er as it is still long and thick even in its flaccid state. I watch as he walks around my bed, puts the tied up condom in my little bin and goes into the bathroom. Watching him walk around my bedroom completely naked with not a care in the world makes my tummy flip slightly. I hear the sound of water running in the sink, I sit up, looking around the room at our discarded clothes mixed in with the ones I had left on the floor earlier.

Seonghwa comes back in with a washcloth, telling me to lie back, he begins to clean my body. Ideally I would prefer a shower but I am honestly too fucking exhausted and my bedding is covered in sweat anyway. No point getting clean then getting into dirty bedding. It reminded me that tomorrow I need to go to the shopping mall to buy new bedding as I realised this morning I don’t have any spare covers.

“Where are your pyjamas?” he asks

“Still in my suitcases. I seriously need to unpack. I am living like a total slob.” I laugh

“We are going shopping at the weekend to get all your new furniture.” he says. “And no arguments!” he adds as I go to say something

“Fine!” I sigh dramatically as he kisses my nose, “You do realise 8 against 1 is not a fair fight. I am in a losing situation every time with you guys.”

“Precisely, means you cannot argue with us because we will always win and we will be able to spoil you every time!” he wiggles his eyebrows.

Seonghwa helps me get changed into clean pyjamas and while he has gone to his own room to get his things I quickly run around, pick up all the clothes lyings everywhere, and give my bedding a quick spray with freshener. I am taking my makeup off in the bathroom when I hear my bedroom door close. Seonghwas head peeks around the bathroom door with his hand covering his eyes, making me laugh.

We brush our teeth and apply all our skincare products before Seonghwa lifts me up and walks back into my bedroom. I am less scared this time but I still hold onto him firmly until he places me softly on my bed. He gets into the bed beside me and I cuddle into him straight away. We spend a few minutes kissing sweetly before settling down to sleep.

“Just to let you know that I snore and talk in my sleep.” I say nuzzling into the crook of his neck

"I notice how to tell me that after I have gotten into bed and become comfortable." He laughs lightly

"Means you can't leave me." I giggle sleepily

“I couldn't leave you even if i tried.” he replies, his fingers moving from hair away from my face. “Go to sleep now.” he adds quietly

“Goodnight, Hwa.” I say, yawning

“Goodnight my darling.” he whispers, kissing the top of my head. "Sweet dreams."

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years ago

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So I've been debating how to ask this but at this point I'm just going to rip off the bandage so to speak😂Ask the Pack: if any of the male omegas were to ever get pregnant, how would the birthing and breastfeeding journey go? My curiosity has to be quenched I'm so curious 😂❤

"Oh god." Hyunjin groans, covering his face with his hands and shrinking into Changbin's side. "I don't want to think about that."

Felix laughs, scooting off his own couch to go to the luna's rescue, snaking his arms around his middle and tugging him to his chest, patting his hair.

"There, there, Jinnie. It's all just hypothetical. We all know you'd never be down for any of that in real life."

"Good. So long as we're clear." Hyunjin complains, his voice muffled, face buried in Felix's chest. "Because I love you all, but I will never carry and birth a child with my body."

"I'd do it." Jeongin shrugs, looking entirely nonplussed, sitting next to Minho. He glances at the older members of the pack. "When I was older you know? I wouldn't mind."

"Okay." You laugh at the way Hyunjin is still clinging to Felix for safety, and motion to the other two omegas. "Then Lixie and Innie can answer this question. Jinnie can sit this one out."

Hyunjin gives you a desperately grateful look.

"Um-" Jeongin looks helplessly at Felix, who rolls his eyes good naturedly and sits up straighter beside Hyunjin.

"I've done research." The older omega starts, looking slightly sheepish now, even as he twines his tiny fingers with Hyunjin's longer ones. "Not just on baby names, like we talked about before, but on everything."

He hesitates, and Chan nods at him encouragingly. "Go on, Lixie."

"I like to be prepared." The omega continues, looking down at his hands now, fiddling with Hyunjin's fingers in his own. "So I've done a lot of reading on the whole process, just so when it happens, I know what to expect."

You can sense the omega floundering a little, and you jump in to help, offering him a soft smile as you say, "Yeah, we've talked about it a lot actually-Felix and I. Considering we would be the most probable members of the pack to carry and birth the pups. We definitely decided we really like the idea of home birth."

Felix nods, warming up now, his expression growing slightly excited at your direction. "Yeah, getting to stay with your pack, in a place you're familiar with definitely sounds much better than having to give birth in the sterile environment of a hospital."

"That scares the shit out of me." Changbin interjects, his expression pinched, his voice low. "What if something goes wrong?"

Felix reaches across Hyunjin to pat the alpha's hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, hyung. They have special midwives who have trained for anything and everything. They'd be here with us, every step of the way."

"It's like having the doctor and nurse in your home with you, at your side." You add, offering Changbin an affectionate smile, even as he seems to relax a bit under Felix's touch and your explanation. "They have all the equipment needed, everything a hospital would have, and all the same training, they just bring it to you instead of you going to them."

"Plus, we could have a pool!" Felix exclaims, and you laugh at his sudden burst of obvious enthusiasm. He smiles sheepishly and tones down his voice a little. "Sorry. I just really like the thought of a water birth. All my research says it's so much easier on your and the baby's bodies."

"Oh my god." Jeongin's eyes go wide, his voice slightly teasing. "We could have swimming contests while we wait."

"See who can hold their breath the longest!" Jisung announces, already nodding, and Jeongin leans over to give him a high five.

"It's a blow up pool the size of our front room." Minho interrupts them dryly. "Not exactly Olympic length regulation."

"Plus. There'd be like-" Hyunjin shudders, visibly disgusted, and his voice drops to a whisper. "-stuff in it."

"Birth is gross." Jeongin complains, and Chan gives him a sharp look.

"Birth is beautiful."

"Anyway." Felix rolls his eyes, clearly biting back a smile, hugging Hyunjin closer to his side once more. "As far as breastfeeding goes, I don't think I'm opposed at all? I'd love to try, but I also think it would depend on my supply and a lot of other factors. My main concern overall is that the pup is getting enough nutrition, regardless of feeding method. That's first and foremost."

You nod in agreement. "Agreed."

"Plus, did you know when you breastfeed, your nipples grow to like the size of slices of salami?" Jisung remarks offhandedly, sticking his sucker back in his mouth and staring Hyunjin down blankly.

Hyunjin visibly balks.

"God, I hate that."

"Yeah, so would we."

"Speak for yourself." Jeongin shrugs, a wicked grin coming across his face. "I love salami."

Jisung rolls his eyes and smirks. "Yeah? Do you like sausage too?"

"Of course I do."

"Ha. Gay."

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a-constant-gay-panic · 3 years ago

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Goodbyes

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pairing: muggleborn!reader x fred weasley

warnings: angst with fluff sprinkled here and there, death, violence

summary: you're forced into hiding when the death eaters invade hogwarts and saying your goodbyes aren't easy. however, these farewells don't last long when you're reunited with your friends during the battle of hogwarts. the same battle which stole the life of someone dear to you, someone you considered a sister.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: here's the fred weasley fic based off this request hope it's what you were looking for @bunk12bear there's obviously some plots that don't line up with how it actually went down but it's all for the plot of this fic so just ignore them. enjoy <3 (also ik the summary sucks but i didn't know what to say :') not sure how i feel abt this one tbh...)

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your bag sits on your bed. well… the bed that used to be yours. you sigh and pick it up, slinging it over your shoulder, silently thanking hermione for charming it for you. you grab your wand on the nightstand and slowly make your way out the girls dormitories, down the stairs into the common room where luna is waiting.

the second your feet touch the floor, you're attacked and pulled into a tight hug. the air is knocked out of you and you let out a small chuckle at the younger girls actions.

“i am going to miss you tremendously y/n.” lunas soft voice fills your ears. you wrap your arms around her, clearing your throat before saying, “and i'll miss you loony… but this isn't goodbye. think of it as a ‘see you later’, ok?”

she pulls away and looks up at you, eyes glazed over slightly. she nods and sniffs. “i'll be back before you know it.” you give her your best attempt at a smile.

you adjust the bag strap and look at the time. “c'mon, i still have to say bye to the others.” she follows you out of the ravenclaw common room and into the passages of hogwarts.

‘i can't believe this is hogwarts now… it used to be so full of joy, now it's filled with despair.’

you were a muggleborn, raised by your father after your mother passed away giving birth to you. despite this, your father loved you with all his heart and tried to give you all you needed. that's why you're leaving, for him and for your mother. with the death eaters invading hogwarts you were no longer safe. you needed to leave and soon.

your father owned a cottage in the middle of the woods, that's where you'd be staying. far away from hogwarts and danger. far away from the war but also far away from your friends. you were leaving all of them behind.

“-y/n?” luna whispers again, her voice finally breaking you out of your trance-like state. “y/n, are you alright?” you nod. “yeah, i'm fine… just dreading this.” you answer truthfully.

before you can say something else, a loud whisper catches your attention.

“godric there you are! we were looking for you!” hermione pulls you into a tight hug, head burying into the crook of your neck. “sorry mione… didn't mean to scare you.” she sniffs as she pulls away, giving ginny the chance to throw her arms around you in the same manner as hermione.

“it's not going to be the same without you y/n/n.” ginny whispers hoarsely. she lets go and neville takes her place, your head resting on his shoulder.

“wish i could do something y/n, really i do. sorry you have to leave.” he mumbles. “it's going to be ok nev. you'll be seeing me again in no time.” he gives you a watery smile as you pull from his embrace.

harry soon crashes into you and pulls you into his arms. “this is all my fault… i'm sorry… but i'll fix this. i'll fix it and you'll be back at hogwarts, i swear it.” you squeeze him tighter at the sound of his broken voice. “it's not your fault, harry, not at all.” you whisper. he smiles sadly and shakes his head, letting ron give you a hug instead of responding.

“ginny's right, y'know. things won't be the same without you and your smart mouth around here.” you laugh into the hug. “you're gonna say bye to fred and george though, right? they won't forgive you if you don't.” you unwrap your arms from his torso and nod, “of course. i'd never dream of leaving them without a goodbye.” he seems pleased with your response and smiles.

a loud noise is heard nearby, followed by the sound of laughter. laughter that can be recognised anywhere, the laughter of bellatrix lestrange.

you take one last look at all of them before quickly apparating away.

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you enter weasleys' wizard wheezes and remove your hood, allowing you to take it all in again. your eyes scan the busy shop and finally land on two redheads.

‘found them.’

you make your way over to them and tap their shoulders. “hey guys.” your smile is bleak and they immediately understand.

“it's today, isn't it?” george asks and you can only nod. fred grabs your wrist and leads you to a quieter spot. “merlin's beard… i didn't realise it was this soon…” he whispers.

george grabs you and his long arms wrap around you, savouring his last moment with you before he lets his twin say his goodbyes. “i'll miss you little one… stay safe please.” you laugh at his stupid nickname. “how many times do i have to tell you, i'm not little.” he chuckles before releasing you. “but you're still younger.” with that, he gives you one last goodbye hug and walks off, leaving you and fred alone.

fred weasley… the only man who, in your eyes, was perfect. he had been your friend since your first year at hogwarts, finding you through ron. you've always admired him but it wasn't until your 4th year that you realised just how much you admired him… scratch that, how infatuated you were with him.

you've kept these feelings towards the older redhead to yourself, fearing that he'd not feel the same and you'd only make things awkward between the two of you.

if only you knew that he had the same dilemma.

“so, this is it huh?” fred's voice is thick with tears and you have to blink back a few of your own. “for now… i'll be seeing you soon freddie.” you try to lighten the mood. he laughs softly, “you hope. you hope you'll see me soon but you can't promise that.”

you frown but before you can respond, he's pulling you into his arms, the scent of burnt marshmallows, gunpowder and his cologne filling your scenes.

the two of you stay like that for a few minutes, neither of you wanting to pull away.

“ 'm sorry you have to leave.” fred mumbles into your hair. “not your fault freddie… i'll miss you, you giant teddy bear.” he laughs and you slowly pull away.

you can see his eyes are glossy and a single tear escapes yours at the sight. his hands make their way to your face to gently brush the stray droplet away.

“if i don't hear from you, i'm going to personally find you and give you a piece of my mind y'know.” he says. you smile and roll your eyes. “i wouldn't expect any less.” you stand there gazing into each other's eyes, the weight on your chest becoming too much.

“i should go…” you mutter. he frowns slightly but nods nonetheless. “good luck y/n/n. stay safe please.” he whispers, afraid that his voice will break if he speaks too loudly.

“of course. goodbye fred.” just as you're about to leave, he grabs your hand and yanks you closer, giving you one final hug. he reluctantly lets you go and watches in sorrow as he sees your figure disappear.

“you alright there freddie?” “never better georgie.”

but it's a lie. his broken voice and teary eyes give him away. he's anything but alright.

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THE BATTLE

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you frantically search for someone you know. any familiar face. there's panic all around you as people prepare for the death eaters to invade.

you round a corner and crash into someone, sending both of you tumbling to the ground. “i'm so sorry-” “y/n?” you quickly look up at the familiar voice.

“tonks! godric it's good to see you again!” the older woman helps you to your feet as you speak. “it is. sorry it had to be in these circumstances.” she smiles and you hug her, relieved that you're with her.

you've known tonks since your first year. you had gotten separated from your father in diagon alley and tonks was the one who found you. she helped you find your father and kept in contact during her remaining years at hogwarts, helping you whenever she could and sitting with you by the black lake whenever you needed a reading buddy. she quickly became like a sister and when she left hogwarts she constantly sent you owls, being sure to never lose touch.

you were there at her wedding, not minding, or caring, that her fianceé at the time was a werewolf. remus lupin had always favoured you, you had a gift for defence against the dark arts and lupin was a talented professor in your eyes.

“c'mon, everyone's this way.” she grabs your hand, dragging you with her.

you eventually stop and immediately see all your friends. “y/n!” hermione is the first to see you and rushes to you, her body colliding with yours. “mione!” she lets you go with a wide smile on her face.

soon enough you're bombarded with hugs from everyone.

“i told you you'd see me soon.” you softly say to fred as he pulls you into his chest. “that you did y/n. that you did.” a cough makes the two of you stop your embrace.

your face heats up when you see that the others are watching the two of you. george, hermione, ginny and harry with matching knowing smirks, neville and luna with small smiles and ron with a confused look on his face.

you look down in embarrassment and quickly walk over to tonks and remus, planning to ask them about their son, teddy.

george wiggles his brows at his twin and says, “so… when's the wedding?” fred scoffs and shakes his head.

“wedding? am i missing something here?” ron speaks up. hermione rolls her eyes and flicks the back of his head. “must you always be so oblivious? honestly ronald.”

everyone chuckles at the hurt look ron has on his face, the panic and fear for what's to come momentarily dissapearing.

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“stupefy!” you shout. you watch as the death eater collapses on the ground, giving you time to get away.

you run through the hallways, bodies are scattered here and there and there's rubble everywhere. you round a corner to see fred and percy fighting side by side and head over to help them.

“hiya freddie!” you call out before shouting “sectumsempra!”, watching as the death eater screams slightly, dropping to his knees in agony.

“y/n! whatcha up to?” he jokes, dodging a hex in his direction. “oh, y'know, nothing much, just helping a friend out!” you pause briefly to smile at him. he smiles back and percy looks in your direction.

“y/n.” he nods to you in respect. “hey percy.” you nod back to the older weasley the same way he did to you. you slowly start drifting away from the two brothers but keep them in your line of sight.

“hello minister, did i mention i'm resigning?” you hear percy shout as he sends a jinx at thicknesse. you smile, not used to seeing the stuck up percy weasley joking.

fred seems just as surprised and happy as you, “you're joking, perce!” he shouts back, glee filling his eyes and taking over his features.

you see a lurking shadow behind fred and recognise the figure, augustus rookwood. you look at him with disgust which soon turns to alarm as you see him raises his wand to aim dangerously close to where fred is standing.

“you actually are joking perce… i don't think i've heard you joke since you were-” his sentence is cut short as you shout over him, “everte statum!”

fred's body is thrown backwards by your jinx just as an explosion erupts near the spot he was standing previously.

you see rookwood turn and flee as you rush over to fred.

“merlin, are you ok?!” you shout at him, hands holding his face. he grunts in discomfort and nods, “yeah, just that my arse is sore now.” you laugh, tears running down your face as you realise how close he was to death.

“watch out will you! you nearly died!” he smiles at your words, hand reaching up to cup the side of your face. “but i didn't thanks to you… you saved me.” his eyes are soft as they gaze into yours.

percy quickly kneels next to the two of you. “are you alright there fred?” fred nods at his brother and percy stands again. “very good… the two of you can discuss this later, right now we need to get moving before something like that happens again.”

you sigh and stand, offering fred your hand which he takes. the two of you share one last glance before looking away from each other and running down the hallways.

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you breathe a sigh of relief at the temporary halt of the battle. you walk into the great hall with fred's arm linked with yours and start to make your way down the isles.

despair fills you at the sight of the lifeless bodies of your peers and people you once knew.

you're about to turn away from the scene when a flash of pink catches your attention. you quickly take a closer look and rush over to where tonks and remus lay, tears springing from your eyes at the realisation.

there they lie, lifeless and cold, hands connected in a final expression of their love for one another. you sink to your knees as a cry erupts from your throat, the pain overwhelming. fred kneels next to you and wraps his arms around your crying figure, trying to comfort you.

“she was like family, fred… they were my family…” you sob into his chest. his throat is thick with tears as he watches you break down, clutching at his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“i know love… i know… i'm so sorry. it's going to be ok…” he soothes as he rubs your hair, trying to calm you down.

all you can do is shake your head as you cry for the couple. as you cry from the pain and from the guilt, knowing that their son would be damned to grow up without parents. it's a tragic truth which shakes you to your very core.

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you're standing by their grave, flowers in hand, tears silently streaming down your flushed face.

you gingerly place the bundle of lilacs, white roses and chrysanthemums onto the graves, the colours vibrant against the grey of the headstones.

you don't know how long you've been standing there, maybe 5 minutes, possibly 20, all you know is that you miss the two greatly. granted, you haven't known remus quite as long as you've known tonks, but in the short period you have known him, he quickly earned your trust and respect.

they may not have the same blood as you, but they were your family regardless.

you tense when you feel someone's arm wrap around your shoulders but soon relax when the familiar smell of burnt marshmallows and gunpowder fills your scenes.

it's silent as fred comforts you and you're grateful that he isn't pushing you to talk just yet. you don't even know if you can talk, throat raw from all the crying you've been doing lately.

a little while later fred softly whispers, “i'm always here for you, y'know? no matter the time of day, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or even someone to vent to, i'll be ready and waiting.” you turn your head to look at him and give him a weak smile. “thanks freddie.” you gruffly whisper.

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you and fred slowly walk down the deserted street of godric hollow, the silence almost eerie if it wasn't for the quiet conversation fred kept up with you.

the two of you stop under a tree and take everything in. since the battle, everything's been chaos. voldemort is gone but so are many witches and wizards, all their lives cut short due to the wars.

you feel his eyes burning into the side of your face and you meet his gaze.

“something the matter fred?” you ask. he shakes his head and smiles softly. “just thinking…” he trails off slightly. “what are you thinking so deeply about?” curiosity bubbles inside you but all he does is shake his head again.

the truth is, he's conflicted. conflicted with his feelings for you.

one part of him doesn't want to tell you, scared of your reaction and knowing that now isn't the best time.

but the other part wants you to know how he feels. he wants to be able to hold your hand and not in a friend kind of way. he wants to hold you as you sleep, knowing that you're his and he is yours.

“fred…” you whisper, the look in his eyes is admiring and soft. “y/n…?” he responds, dazed.

you smile and lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. his face blushes crimson, matching his hair. you rest your head on his shoulder as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into his side. you and fred have matching smiles as you enjoy the comfort of each other.

you may have lost two of the most important people in your life but you also gained something. you don't know what it is and what you are to fred, but you don't care.

you're in his arms and you've never felt safer. you've never felt more loved than you do right now.

you'll never stop missing tonks and remus but knowing that fred will be here by your side the whole time, it gave you the strength to carry on with life.

and carry on you did.

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kidney9-9 · 3 years ago

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A Few Bandages [Natasha Romanoff]

Hi hope you enjoy reading this oneshot! This is a little cute snippet of what life would be like with Natasha :) Inspired by a scene in the show, Hotel Del Luna!

Natasha Romanoff x Reader [Established relationship/Fluff] Warnings: Mentions of injuries and medicines, swearing Word Count: 1k

You opened the door, after hearing the knock. There stood your girlfriend, Natasha, covered in cuts. She stood a bit limp against the doorframe with a lousy smile, chuckling when you gasped loudly and dropped the book you were holding.

"Babe! Oh shit, come here!" You cried out instantly, starting to freak out as she nodded and tried to step forward. You held onto her, quickly supporting her, and taking her into the living room. It was a routine now. She would come home covered in wounds, and you would try to help her as much as you could. You should have been used to it by now, but you weren't.

"Don't worry, I'm all fine." Natasha spoke up, sniffling a little. She groaned slightly when she tried to lift her head up to look at the room. Her head had been hurt as well and trying to move it around too much hurt.

"Shh, it's okay, I know you're lying so don't even try it." You fussed, shaking your head at her. She always tried to not worry you, even when it was obvious, she was hurt on a mission like today. You placed her onto the couch, staring down to her face and her ripped shirt. She sighed, relaxing down on the couch, grateful that you were here for her.

You realized her head was bleeding a little, but the hit wasn't too strong since there was no bruising. You also noticed a cut on her stomach, which seemed worse than her head wound. There was a nasty bruise forming around the tear, and you slowly helped her out of her shirt. You frowned, heart starting to ache as you wondered if she was in too much pain.

"I'm not lying!" She retorted, eyebrows raising, and instantly going back down as she whispered a small ouch.

Even though she was hurt, you grinned, holding back a laugh. It was cute how she wanted you to believe her, but still dangerous. What if one day she came home and you didn't see anything, and she was hurt? It scared you!

"Okay and I'm not going to put some bandages on you." You replied back a bit sarcastic but in a kind tone, causing Natasha to roll her eyes with a little laugh. You excused yourself to go get the medicine box.

Without looking, you grabbed a handful of medical creams, gels, and bandages. You assumed it was all you needed, since you just wanted to clean her wounds and then some scar gels and a few bandages. You closed the box, not looking at what was in your hand. It all felt like the things you usually used to help her.

"I'm back!" You announced, dropping the supplies on the couch next to you. Natasha eyed them for a second before staring back at you, now her expression was unclear. It made you pause slightly, wondering what was going on.

You gazed back at her in confusion, "What's wrong?" You asked, dropping the playfulness in your voice. She shook her head and then shrugged, "Nothing honey." Her voice completely neutral.

You furrowed your eyebrows, realizing she went "spy mode" on you. "Okay, sure thing..." You trailed off, looking at her cut on her head. You winced slightly to yourself before grabbing a cream, not paying attention.

Natasha's mouth opened a bit, in surprise as you leaned in with the cream.

Just as you were about to place some on her, she stopped you. "Wait!" She yelped and started to laugh as you dropped the cream in surprise. Her spy mode completely gone now as she laughed, watching as you dropped it.

"Are you really going to put hemorrhoid cream on my face?" She giggled, and you quickly glanced down to what you were holding before, and now gasped.

"Oh shit, my bad." You groaned, watching as she started to laugh even harder. You grabbed another cream, again, not reading the label and opened it up.

Natasha started to shake with her laughter, "Stop, babe. Are you trying to make it worse? Is this pay back for me lying?"

You paused, again looking at the bottle. You laughed, quickly dropping it as you started to groan in embarrassment. You didn't realize you grabbed all the wrong things!

This time you grabbed lube. Why did you leave it in the medicine box? You weren't sure.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even realize!" You apologized, as you pushed your hands to your face, hiding away from her. It was so embarrassing to you that you didn't even check it and almost put both of those creams on her face.

When you felt her hand pull you closer, you let go of your face, glancing to her. "It's fine, you're lucky you're cute." She mumbled, pulling you into a half hug, despite her injuries.

You melted into the hug, trying your hardest not to touch any of the areas that were hurt. After a few minutes, she grunted slightly, "I think I should put those bandages on... I don't want to get this on the couch."

You laughed slightly, before pulling away from her. You looked at the bandages before you helped place them onto her stomach, and then her face. As you placed the last band aid onto her face, Natasha placed her hand over yours, keeping you in place.

"I'm sorry I always come home like this. I promise soon that it'll stop. I'll retire, and we can go on that vacation we always talked about." She whispered, and your gaze on her softened. You swore you felt butterflies around your stomach, as she talked about the future. It was one of the things you two often spoke about in dream-like tones, and she always promised to you that she would do whatever it takes to have all your hopes and dreams come true.

"I love you." You responded, leaning into her again. This time you kissed her cheek, and as you started to pull away, she tugged you closer again, kissing your lips.

The kiss was delicate, just as her promise was to you. You kissed her back as gently as you could. As soon as the kiss ended, she whispered, "I love you too, but promise me no more hemorrhoid cream and lube." And she giggled a bit at the end.

You found yourself laughing too, responding with, "I promise you I won't do that again."

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x you #thank you for reading!

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💚Rule The World💚 D.M. (After Hogwarts)

(I Do Not Own This Gif)

Song: “Rule The World” Take That

Prompt: You’re Snape’s daughter getting married to Draco Malfoy. It is based off my DR which Voldemort doesn’t come back in.

Year: After Hogwarts

House: Any

Warnings: EXTREMELY LONG, but I wanted to have a lot of different aspects. The weirdest ship canons, FLOOF, my terrible humor, and just it’s a lot. But, I squealed so many times writing this.

… Rule the World …

♬ You Light The Skies Up Above Me ♬

Draco releases a shaky breath he’s been holding for the last minute, adjusting his black blazer for the hundredth time. “Hey,” Blaise calls out announcing his presence. “Don’t pass out on us,” he jokes with a reassuring smile. His footsteps echo loudly as he strolls further into the tense air that fills the room.

Draco, however, couldn’t find it in himself to laugh. “What if she regrets it?” he blurts, looking at Blaise through the reflection of the mirror.

“She won’t.”

He shakes his head. “What if she realizes I’m nothing compared to her?” he stresses. More burdening thoughts building in his mind.

“You need to stop overthinking it. She said yes, didn’t she?”

“Well, she might not see it now, but what if in a year she looks at me and… What if her heart rate doesn’t increase when I kiss her? Or she doesn’t push my hair back when it’s in my eyes?” He turns around to face Blaise, and more in this case… His Best Man. “What if I tell her that I love her, and she doesn’t say it back?”

“You don’t think she worries about these same silly possibilities as well. You don’t think at this moment she’s wondering… ‘What if he falls out of love with me?’”

“Why would she need to worry about that?”

Blaise gives him a pointed look. “See my point?”

Draco was about to reply when a knock was placed on the door. “Sorry,” a woman’s voice says. Pale, blue eyes find an identical pair from across from her.

“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Blaise excuses himself. “Mrs. Malfoy.” He bows his head slightly, walking past her.

“Mother,” Draco breathes once alone.

Narcissa breaks into a smile. “You--” she cuts herself off, choking up on her own words. “You look so handsome, my boy.”

Draco doesn’t reply, but instead marches over and wraps his arms around her. “Am I making the right choice?”

She pulls him away from her. “Oh, my dear, that’s for you to decide. When she walks down that aisle, and the world fades to darkness, and only she shines brighter than every star in the galaxy combined, then you found the one, Draco.” She grasps his arms, comfortingly.

“What if she stops loving me?”

She tilts her head. “If you truly love her… It’s a risk you’ll be willing to take.”

♬ A Star So Bright You Blind Me ♬

♬ Don’t Close Your Eyes ♬

“Blaise!” Luna exclaims, seeing her boyfriend walk in.

Y/N turns around with a small gasp.

He shudders a little into a frozen position. “Wow.” He blinks a couple of times. “You look…”

“I think the word is beautiful,” Luna finishes.

Blaise laughs. “Yeah…” His chuckle gets louder. “Please tell me your thoughts are more put together than the grooms.”

Y/n, confused, furrows her eyebrows. “Draco? What’s wrong with him?”

“Just the traditional post-panic attack one has before a very big moment in their life,” he explains.

“In that case… He’s not alone,” she admits.

Blaise looks over to Luna, who confirms with a nod. “She’s been asking me what if’s since we put on the dress.”

He bites his lip to suppress a wide grin. “You two really are soulmates.”

Y/N was about to reply when a knock interrupted them. “I’m sorry to…” The man’s voice fades.

“Father,” she whispers.

Blaise eyes Luna still sitting down on the cushioned bench near a window. He clears his throat. “Luna, let’s go… Check on the guests.”

“But--” His eyes widened, averting between Severus and Y/N. Something clicks. “Oh, yes. Let’s do that. I’ll be back soon.”

They leave hand-in-hand.

“You--” Severus cuts himself off with a sigh. “Where did the time go?”

Y/N sniffles, trying to hold back her tears. She shrugs. “To be honest… I don’t know,” she giggles, but it comes out strained.

“And you are sure this is the boy you want to marry?” he asks, seriously.

“I love him, father… I really do.” She smiles, butterflies filling her stomach due to her own words. Ironic.

“Love go--”

“You of all people should know if you truly loved in the first place then that love never goes away.”

He lets out a huff, forming into an approving smile. “I taught you well.”

“You did, so you should trust me to make the right decisions.” She slowly walks up to him. “You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Always. All I want for you is to be happy, and to wait until you’re ready to--”

She hugs him tightly, him not hesitating to hug her back after a moment. “I’m ready father…” She lets go, holding her arm out. “Are you?” She raises an amused eyebrow.

“Never.” He links his arm. “But, for you… I will be.”

♬ Don’t Fade Away Don’t Fade Away♬

♬ Yeah, You And Me We Can Ride On A Star♬

♬ If You Stay With Me Girl We Can Rule The World♬

People flooded the extravagant building. Filled with color, glowing flowers, fireflies, everything illuminated vibrantly, trees were blue, pink water fell from its fountain, and stars could be seen as clear as if you were on the tallest mountain in the night with no such thing as pollution or clouds. It looked as though it came out of an enchanting fairytale.

Laughter erupted, and stories were being shared amongst the crowd. The couple’s friends and family could be seen at every angle. They were there, all there for them, for this moment. Besides one. “Mister Malfoy.”

Draco jumped violently. “Prof--” Severus raised an eyebrow. “Severus,” he corrected.

Severus hummed. “Do you remember when you asked for your blessing to marry my daughter?” he asked, walking up to the trembling boy until he stood right in front of him.

“Y-Yes sir,” Draco stuttered.

“You asked me right when you were both eighteen years old with a ring already in your grasp,” Severus added. “Yet, it took you a year to actually ask her.” He stared at him down, intensely. “You’re a coward.”

Draco’s expression contorts into a large frown. “I know, sir.”

“But…” Severus begins. “I am no less of a coward than you, but you have to understand why I am afraid to put my world right into your hands.”

“I understand, sir.”

“Good.” Severus turns around to leave.

“Why did you approve my blessing?” Draco asks. “At such a young age?”

Without turning around, Severus simply states, “Because of him.” He leaves.

Draco’s eyes narrow at the door. Memories flooding back of him. The only one that isn’t here on what is supposed to be the happiest day of his life.

“Draco!” His booming voice causes Draco to flinch at the door slamming. “What is this I hear about you getting engaged?” Lucius asks, aggressively pulling the boy’s collar to face him.

“It’s true, father. I asked Y/N to marry me.”

Lucius throws Draco to the ground. “Without my permission?”

Draco glares at him. “I am nineteen, father, I don’t need to run everything by you anymore,” he defends.

“In Merlin’s name you will. You will marry Astor--”

“Say her name once and see what happens,” Draco warns, standing upright. “I certainly will not marry Greengrass.”

Lucius points a stern finger, taking a sharp inhale through his teeth. “You--”

“Lucius!” His head turns to look at the owner of the voice to see Narcissa.

Ignoring her he puts his attention on Draco again. “You are a disgrace to me. You are no son of mine.” That was the last he’s heard from his father, nor been in what he used to call home.

♬ Yeah, You And Me We Can Light Up The Sky♬

♬ If You Stay By My Side We Can Rule The World♬

♬ If Walls Break Down I Will Comfort You♬

“To ever think we were gonna get a shot at her,” Fred says towards George who nods in agreement.

“We even made a schedule.”

“A well organized one in that matter,” he replies.

“You really want to bring this up today?” Ginny questions, disgusted by the boy's conversation.

“Of all days to talk about you guys shagging her, it’s at her wedding,” Ron chimes in.

“There’s no better day to,” Fred laughs. “We might still get the chance, y’know? She’s not married, yet.” He suggestively winks.

“Ew.” Ginny looks away from the sight.

“Good luck with that,” Ron comments. “End up getting Avad--”

“Ron!” Hermione shouts. “Don’t you dare say what I think you were about to say.” She plops beside him on the friends/young adults side of the seating area.

“Don’t yell at me, yell at them, they’re the ones talking about getting together with the bride before she says ‘I do’,” Ron rushes, holding his hands up in defense.

“If. If she says ‘I do’,” Tom interferes.

“Now, Riddle, don’t go scheming against our best friend's wedding.” Mattheo appears beside him (They’re brothers!)

“Now, Riddle, I would never do such a thing.” Tom clicks his tongue with a sly wink towards the group, taking a sip of his drink.

“You’re already getting drunk?” Theo smirks. “Without me.”

“Bloody Hell, how many Slytherins are there?” Ron scans the room to see if he could spot any more faces that he could recognize from school that wore green robes.

“We get around places,” Theo replies.

“There you guys are!” Harry jogs up. “Couldn’t find you.”

“Scarhead!” Tom (Also Voldemort and Tom are two different people, it’s chaotic I know!) chuckles with a large smile. “Didn’t think I’d find you here.” His eyes quickly flicker up and down.

Harry stares awkwardly at the guy. “Well, I am,” he responds, sarcastically. He sits next to Ginny.

Neville comes spinning down the aisle. “Don’t you just love weddings?”

Ginny gets up. “You’re here.” She glances around. “Finally.” Relief washed over her. She pecked his cheek.

A pair runs in, rushed. “Sorry, we’re late.” Cedric looks at Cho who is next to him.

Harry stands up, suddenly. “It’s okay, I mean--I’m guessing it’s okay.” He moves to an open space where he can shake Cedric’s hand. “Good to see you again.” His eyes meet dark brown ones. “Cho.” He nods in acknowledgement.

She forms a thin line smile. “Harry.”

Tom looks at the ceiling in annoyance. “Kill me now,” he mutters.

♬ If Angels Cry Oh I’ll Be There For You♬

♬ You’ve Saved My Soul♬

“Sirius!” Tonks pulls him into a quick hug. “Great to see you again. Remus is around here somewhere, probably already crying, you know how he was at James and Lily’s wedding.”

Sirius chuckles at the memory. “How could I not remember? He cried everyday when they were gone on their honeymoon.”

“You boys better not do anything funny, you hear me?” they hear a woman scold. “You pull any prank and you’ll be getting a load from me! Understood?”

Fred and George glance at each other. “Understood,” they say at the same time.

Sirius and Tonks look towards the noise to see Molly. As Fred and George shuffle past the two the only thing they could make out was-- “Should we tell her about the cheese?”

“I’m here,” Remus announces. “Just had to use the bathroom.” His giddy excitement over the event being taken place was endearing. It falters. “Severus.”

The adults all look at the man.

“How’s the bride?” Molly asks, unfazed. “Oh.” She waves it off. “I’ll just go check.” She pats his shoulder.

“I’ll come with you.” Tonks follows.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to walk her down the aisle?” Remus asks.

Severus doesn’t move not until Narcissa can be seen out of the corner of his eye. “It’s almost time,” she informs.

She was right. Luna was finally getting Ginny and Hermione, while Blaise was grabbing Tom, Mattheo, and Theo. Hagrid was getting ready to officiate this wedding.

Things were becoming too surreal for Severus. He didn’t know if he would be able to go through with all of this. His eyes analyze everyone around, familiar and unfamiliar. “It’s almost time,” he repeats, more to convince himself than anyone else. “I should go,” he whispers before someone asks if he was okay.

When he arrives at the room Y/N has been in since early this morning, the room they had their talk in. She was surrounded by women, pestering her with compliments and words of encouragement, finishing whatever they started when he wasn’t here. “Is it time?” she asks, her breath getting hitched in her throat.

He gives a single nod. “It is.”

Y/N takes a deep breath. “It’s time,” she repeats to herself.

“It’s never too late to turn back now,” Ginny says, in more of a teasing, unserious tone, but it still earned her a glare from Hermione. “What? Leave the man at the altar for all I care.” Molly puts her hands on her hips, looking at her daughter. “Sorry,” she mumbles.

Y/N can’t hold back her laugh. “Thanks Ginny. But, I think I know what I’m doing.” She looks in the mirror one last time. Her light, baby blue gown that she’s dreamt about since she was a young teenager, her golden crown at the top of her head that blue butterflies flew around with a ray of light trail, and that necklace she’s been wearing for years, the necklace that her father gave her when he first held her in his arms. It was perfect.

♬ Don’t Leave Me Down Don’t Leave Me Now♬

♬ Yeah, You And Me We Can Ride On A Star♬

♬ If You Stay With Me Girl We Can Rule The World♬

Draco, Blaise, Theo, Mattheo, and Tom all lined up in their designated spots.

“I hate to say it Freddie, but I think Draco’s beating us in the outfit game. Why didn’t we wear tuxedos like that?” They both look at each other which causes them to burst out laughing, loud enough for Molly to send them a death threatening glare.

“We best be careful,” Fred says, taking note of her.

Blaise places a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “Relax,” he whispers.

Draco doesn’t respond, but instead searches for his mother who he found rather quickly. She gives a small smile, and her eyes read ‘remember what I said’. He took her wise words to heart. His eyes closed to give it his best attempt to slow down his heart rate, but it was useless.

“Dude stop gawking at Potter, will you,” Mattheo orders Tom.

“I’m not,” he argues.

Draco overhears this and looks towards the brothers. “You’re still on that?” he asks.

“Since they first met,” Mattheo states.

“If I knew any better, I’d say it was love at first sight,” Theo ridicules.

“Knock off!” Tom growls.

Music begins to play, signaling everyone to quiet down.

Draco’s heart sinks to his stomach, looking in front of him. “Just remember… She chose you, you guys wouldn’t be here right now if she didn’t know what she truly wanted. And that’s you, Draco,” Blaise assures.

Draco turns to him, smiling. “This is why you’re my best man.” They hug briefly.

“Ouch,” Tom mouths, but everyone caught it, causing some chuckles, and laughs.

First Molly and Tonks come pouring out of the opening in the wall. Some whistles shot towards them. Molly strikes a pose, and Tonks just steps aside to gesture towards the confident lady. They go to sit down.

Next comes the bridesmaids, Ginny and Hermione walking out together, smiling, as they were applauded by the crowd, going up to line on the opposite side of the boys. The cheering got louder when Luna walked out and gave a little twirl.

“YEAH!” Blaise exclaims. The boys gave him a weirded out expression ‘causing him to be slightly embarrassed. “What?” He shrugs, straightening his jacket. “That’s my girl.”

She walks up, blowing a kiss towards Blaise, which he caught, blowing one right back at her. “You may now stand for the bride,” she announces, proudly.

Everything began to slow down, and the lights suddenly turned off, and colorful candles were magically lit around the people. Everyone stood up, and looked down the aisle, poised, and more than ready to see Y/N. Draco’s hands began to feel clammy, looking down at his shoes. Was he ready? Would this end up in what he feared most? A relationship like his parents?

He heard everyone gasp, making him look up. Those worries vanished immediately.

♬ Yeah, You And Me We Can Light Up The Sky♬

♬ If You Stay By My Side We Can Rule The World♬

♬ All The Stars Are Coming Out Tonight♬

♬ They’re Lighting Up The Sky Tonight For You For You♬

Draco’s eyes found hers, and all the color in the world faded to black and white, only her in the most vibrant shade he’s ever seen. She did shine brighter than every star in the entire galaxy… Scratch that. The universe, and so much more. He felt dizzy as the past caught up to him. It felt like he was meeting her for the first time all over again.

Y/N and Severus walked down the grand staircase of Malfoy Manor, with their arms linked. “Wow,” she breathed. “This is breathtaking.”

They finally reached the end where the Malfoy family stood waiting. “Severus.” Lucius shook his hand as a weird form of greeting. Weird to Y/N at least.

“Lucius,” he replied.

“This must be Y/N,” Narcissa says, kindly, looking down at the girl who was too busy taking in her environment. People dancing, laughing, eating, drinking, everything she's ever wanted to witness. She felt like a princess.

Severus nudges the ten year old. “Oh.” She snaps out of her trance. “Yes, hello.” She bows.

Narcissa looks towards a boy that looked about her age that stood right in front of her. “This is our son--”

“Malfoy,” he cuts his mother off. “Draco Malfoy.” He holds out his hand for her to shake.

“L/N,” she mimics. “Y/N L/N.” She accepts his handshake, boldly.

“L/N?” he questions.

“My mother’s last name,” she explains. “My father said I looked like her tonight.” She spins in her baby blue gown, holding onto her butterfly crown that sat around her head so that it didn’t fall off. “Father always said she liked butterflies,” she adds, seeing his gaze stuck on the ones that stuck out in mid-air.

“You remind me of a butterfly,” he admits, meeting her eyes. Her smile instantly sends an unfamiliar warmth through him, and he almost found himself genuinely smiling back.

“I’ll take it as a compliment.” She turns to her father only to find him engrossed in what looked to be a serious conversation with the Malfoys. “Would you like to dance?” Before he could answer she already had his hand in hers, dragging him to the dance floor.

Y/N knew what she was doing when she decided on this dress, and the way she did her hair. Her eyes peek down at her shoes, as she tried to suppress her smile, but miserably failed to. It reminded Draco that no matter how many times he saw her dressed up it could never compare to this, it could never not send him into a daze. He was drunk off of her, addicted to her in the best way possible. And all he could see was his future with her, there was no option for her not to be in it. His eyes follow her every movement as she gives the daisy filled bouquet to a young girl.

Severus and her come to a stop. She places a gentle kiss on her father’s cheek. “I love you, father,” she whispers, as he lets go, her now finding Draco’s soft, cold hand that comforted her.

♬ All The Stars Are Coming Out Tonight♬

♬ They’re Lighting Up The Sky Tonight For You For You♬

♬ Yeah, You And Me We Can Ride On A Star♬

♬ If You Stay With Me Girl We Can Rule The World♬

Y/N and Draco stand facing each other, holding hands.

They silently wait for Hagrid to say something, but when all he does is sniffle they both look at the giant man. “Sorry!” He wipes his tears away. “It’s just… You kids grow up so fast,” he continues, crying harder.

Y/N giggles, looking at Draco whose patience is starting to thin. “Hagrid!” she playfully yells. “We’ll be dead before you marry us at this rate.”

Everyone laughs at her joke which causes him to straighten his posture. “Excuse me Y/N.” He sighs, blowing his nose. “I’m ready.” Laughs fill the room yet again. “Everyone may be seated.” They do so. “We are gathered here today to join Y/N L/N and Draco Malfoy in an act of true love--”

They both drown out Hagrid’s voice when they get lost in each other’s eyes.

Hagrid clears his throat loudly. “What?!” Draco accidentally shouts.

Y/N erupts into laughter

“Vows,” Hagrid answers, shortly. “You guys wrote your own vows, right?”

“Y-Yes,” Draco stammers, only letting go of one of Y/N’s hands to fish out a piece of paper in his pocket. People snicker, which causes him to stop. “You know I’m bad at memorising things.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Y/N comments, cheekily.

He finally gets it out, having trouble unfolding it with just one hand, but nevertheless gets it done. “Okay…” His voice seemed to tremble, and so did his hands which everyone was able to now see with how the paper shaked profusely. “I never told you this, I never thought I would, but… Here I am about to spill a secret I’ve been keeping for ten years,” he starts. “I was terrified when I met you. You intimidated me, more than my father at the time--” he pauses as Narcissa’s laugh could slightly be heard in the crowd, “--first you come in next to my future professor, looking absolutely breathtaking, I tried to be cool by introducing myself then you had to go ahead and do the same thing with triple the confidence, with a smile that could melt the heart of any ten year old boy, next thing I know I’m waltzing with you like we’ve done it a million times.” Y/N smiles at his words. “And that smile hasn’t changed the effect it has on me. I never told you why you remind me of a butterfly, why I told you that the night we met.” She tilts her head. “First of all… You have the beauty of one.” The crowd lets out an ‘aw’. Draco’s face turns blood red. “You have the wonder of one, I was so scared, I still am that I will end up touching one of your wings and you’ll leave me. You are so free that sometimes I feel like I am the rain that is slowing you down, you’re able to face anyone you want, yet still have that space unless you’re certain you can trust them. You trust me, or you make me believe you do, don’t know why to be honest. Lastly is that I am actually a little afraid of butterflies. But, truly there’s so much I wish I could say right now to you, but that’s why I’m here, to have all the time in the world to tell you everything I want to.”

♬ Yeah, You And Me We Can Light Up The Sky♬

♬ If You Stay By My Side We Can Rule The World♬

♬ All The Stars Are Coming Out Tonight♬

♬ They’re Lighting Up The Sky Tonight For You For You♬

Y/N was rendered speechless. “You’re good,” she chokes out. “You’re good.” He laughs at her reaction. “I feel a little stupid now, because mine isn’t that good,” she self-deprecates. She clears her throat. “Here we go…” She purses her lips. “I hate you Draco Malfoy.”

Everyone let out ‘oh’s and ‘oos’, Fred and George could be heard laughing from afar.

Draco freezes before leaning forward. “Do you want to do this in front of everyone right now? We can leave and talk if you--”

“Oh!” Y/N cracks up, throwing her head back to laugh loudly. “That-that wasn’t it.” She looks back at him. “See? I told you mine wasn’t that good,” she jokes. “Just let me finish, ‘kay?” He nods, anxiously, still tense. She shakes her shoulders in an attempt to let the nerves go. “You’re a liar, you told me you didn’t smell anything with the Amortentia potion, but you did, it was me, you’re overly dramatic with the whole ‘it’s killed meh! it’s killed meh!’--” His eyes widened, embarrassed, “That time in second year when you called Hermione the ‘M’ word,” she whispers at the end. “Oh Merlin, remember that time you turned into a ferret!” She bursts into a hysterical fit of laughter.

“It wasn’t that funny,” he mumbles.

“It was.” She moves to cup his face. “I hate you Draco Malfoy, I hated you even more with what Blaise told me.”

Everyone’s attention snaps towards Blaise. “I--”

“With what Narcissa told me privately.” Now all gazes go to her. “With what I heard and saw from you,” she pauses. “Just like you aren’t good at memorising, I’m not good at sticking to the script…” She smiles. “I hate you Draco Malfoy for ever doubting my love for you. Yes, you made many mistakes, but I saw change, I saw you. Why do you think I have so much wonder? Because you would read to me tales when I couldn’t sleep, or had nightmares. And you’ve already touched my wings a billion times because you were the one to fix them when anything and anyone brought me down. I am free because you made me believe I could touch the sky when we flew on that old, dusty broom you found in a closet, and by the way… I love the rain, you should know that with how many times we’ve danced in it. And Draco,” she begins to cry. “I’m only able to face people when I know you’d be there, because you didn’t pull away when I took your hand the night we met, and I trust you to take my hand if someone didn’t accept me. Damn you for not knowing why I’ve trusted you in all these years.” She lets go of his face. “And damn you for still not seeing how much I fucking love you Draco Malfoy. That’s why I hate you.”

It goes eerily quiet when she’s finished, the sound of Draco’s first sob breaking it. “I-I--”

Y/N gasps in horror. “Draco,” she cooed, brushing the hair out of his face that fell into his eyes which caused him to cover his face. “Don’t…” She inhales sharply. “I messed it up already, haven’t I?”

He shakes his head. “I thought you said yours wasn’t good,” he whines.

♬ All The Stars Are Coming Out Tonight♬

♬ They’re Lighting Up The Sky Tonight For You For You♬

♬ All The Stars Are Coming Out Tonight♬

♬ They’re Lighting Up The Sky Tonight For You For You♬

After Draco and Y/N took a breather after the strangest vow exchange anyone has ever seen in the room, they held the rings that’d symbolize everything they’ve worked for. “Do you Draco Malfoy take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, and to love in sickness and in wealth, till death do you part?”

Draco smiles. “I do.” He slides the ring onto her finger.

“And do you Y/N L/N take Draco Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband, and to love--and to hate--” Y/N rolls her eyes at Hagrid’s comment, ‘--in sickness and in wealth, till death do you part?”

“I do.” She slides the ring onto his finger.

“By the power vested in me I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, you may now--” Draco not being able to hold himself back anymore, he presses his lips hastily onto Y/N’s, catching her by surprise. “Oh--uh--You may now kiss the bride!” Hagrid finishes quickly.

People stand up cheering loudly for the newlyweds

Y/N pulls away, trying to catch her breath. “I love you,” she whispers. “I really do.”

“I love you too,” he replies with the same intensity.

As if Y/N suddenly remembers the most important aspect of this day she moves away from him. “The bouquet!”

Draco looks at her confused. “That’s why you just left my grasp, because you need to throw the bouquet.”

She rolls her eyes, dramatically. “Well, Draco, we’re the first ones married out of our entire friend group, we need someone to be in the same boat as us so we’re not alone.”

She takes the bouquet back from the little girl, all the ladies of the crown notice quickly, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny jumping into the group that’s now gathering. “What are you thinking?” Blaise asks Draco who couldn’t take his eyes off his new wife.

“That I hope this isn’t all just one crazy, realistic dream.”

Blaise shakes his head. “Not dreaming, bud.”

Y/N turns around, and tosses the bouquet behind her. Wanting to see who caught it, her jaw drops at the victim. “What’s this rubbish?” Harry asks, holding it in his hand.

“What’s this rubbish he says,” Fred says, popping out of nowhere.

“This is your future,” George claims, leaning in. “Means you're getting married next.”

“To who?” Harry asks, with a frown.

“Let’s say the next person you see.” Fred slaps his back, harshly. “Good luck.” They walk away.

Without really thinking Harry looks up to see a silhouette illuminated by a bright light behind them. “Lucky man whoever that one will be,” Tom utters, cooly, Harry getting the full view of him. “Catch you later, Potter.”

♬ All The Stars Are Coming Out Tonight♬

♬ They’re Lighting Up The Sky Tonight For You For You♬

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“would you still love me if I turned into a worm?” | blurbs

🌱 pairings: reader x blaise zabini, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, neville longbottom (sorted in alphabetical order)

🌱 warning tags: language, probably

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Blaise Zabini

“A what, now?” your boyfriend asks, halting the movements of his quill to look up at you; brows furrowed as if it’s the most absurd thing he has ever heard in his entire life.

“You know, those wiggly things that—”

“I know what worms are, (y/n). But what the hell?”

“Dunno,” you shrug. “I’m bored.”

“So you thought about what it’d be like to turn into a worm?” his eyes narrow out of pure bewilderment, blinking once, twice, as he finally turns back to his unfinished essay. “Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.”

“Not my fault you’re taking so long with that assignment,” you grumble as you begin to shift on the puffy couch, feeling somewhat annoyed by how cold and empty it is without the other boy in it. “And besides, you love me.”

An amused chuckle escapes his lips. “Can’t say that I don’t.”

“Even as a worm?”

“Will you stop asking if I said yes?”

You nod happily, giving him the answer he needs— or well, wants, really. Even though Blaise couldn’t quite understand the pointless question, he knows it’s significant to an extent.

“Yeah, alright. I would. Now give me five minutes and we can get out of here. Deal?”

A glint of satisfaction flashes through your eyes as you give him a hum in return, thinking to yourself that maybe the silly questions could be more useful than you thought.

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Cedric Diggory

The moment the words leave your mouth, Cedric's first reaction is to laugh. He didn't mean for it to come out in a condescending way. He hadn't even meant to laugh, to begin with. But judging by the way you pout with both arms crossed, that might just have been how it came accross.

"I'm sorry," he offers sheepishly. "you were saying?"

"You heard me. I said what I've said," you grumble, despite not being genuinely upset at the hufflepuff boy you've grown to love.

"Wait, I need to get this straight," he takes another breath of air. "You're serious?"

"What do you think?" you pout once again, turning away slightly from your boyfriend. This only seems to ignite his amusement as much as it does his guilt. A second or two later, his arm finds its way around your shoulder, the other brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

"You really haven't figured it out yet?" he asks with a genuine grin on his face. You begin to eye him curiously, appreciating the charm of his pearly white teeth as you wait for the boy to go on. Soon, he pulls you into his lap where his arms craddle you lovingly.

"Sunshine," he begins. "I'm surprised you still have to ask. But if that's one way of putting my love for you, then yes. You'd be my favorite worm in the entire world."

"Promise?" you present your pinkie finger as a final means to seal the deal.

With one last chuckle, he wraps his fingers around yours. "Promise."

Everything that happens next is a flurry of innocent pecks and kisses planted along your skin, coupled with the security of two warm arms holding you in place.

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Draco Malfoy

"And what exactly do you expect me to say to that?" comes his first response after a long moment of trying to figure out just how in Merlin's name your mind came up with that question.

You, on the other hand, can't help but giggle at the slytherin boy's confusion. "Whatever's on your mind right now will do."

"Well, to be honest with you, I can't quite stomach the idea of my own girlfriend turning into a bloody worm." he nearly spits the words out, softening his edge only when your eyes meet once again. "If you were expecting a different answer, I suggest moving on to the next bloke."

Draco wasn't lying about that first bit. Worms have always been an insignificant, unseen creature in his world; wiggling in the muckiest of places where they could easily be stepped on. Hence, he doesn't like to imagine you—someone so perfectly ethereal and quintessential in every single way; the only source of light shining into his pathetic excuse of a life—to be compared to a dirty worm, of all things.

"That doesn't mean I don't love you, though," he adds in a bit of a guilty tone; voice much, much softer this time. He brings your hand to his lips, dropping a few kisses on its skin. "I just much prefer having you as you already are."

You snuggle deeper into him, indicating that you already know exactly what he means.

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Fred Weasley

“A worm!” Fred exclaims, nearly forgetting the food on his plate altogether. "What a brilliant idea!"

A few seats away, you can already see Ginny clamping her mouth shut as to not burst into fireworks of laughter. You mirror her gesture, eyes now on Fred once again, watching him announce this idea of yours to your entire group of friends.

Ron, who's not that thrilled to see his brother's public displays of affection, lets out a groan. "Wouldn't have asked him that if I were you."

"You think so?" comes your reply. "He seems to be having a lot of fun with this." you both glance at Fred, who is indeed already coming up with some sort of thrilling plot.

"Did you hear that, George?"

"Sure did, Fred."

"I reckon we could come up with a potion for that," he muses, turning back to look at you. "Give me a week or two and we can start living out that worm dream of yours, love."

"Wait, Freddie, you're getting it all wrong," you begin explaining, tugging on the boy's sleeve slightly to keep his attention on you, "It was just a silly little question. I don't actually plan on turning into a worm or anything like that."

At this point, you half expect his enthusiasm to die down from the grounding effect of your words. In reality, it doesn't.

"S'that so?" he replies, earning a nod from you. "Looks like you're missing the bigger picture to me, (y/n). Isn't that right, George?"

"Right you are, Fred." the said boy affirms. "Sorry, (y/n). I'm with him on this one."

With a sigh, you turn back to Ron, who's busily stuffing his mouth with a look on his face that says I told you so. You shake your head with a small smile at your boyfriend's shenanigans. You're not sure how you can both dread and anticipate the day of his worm adventures.

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George Weasley

"That's a new one," he asserts with an amused laugh. The boy rests his head against one of his palms, feeling instantly intrigued by your proposition. "Now tell me more about this worm business of yours."

"That's about it, actually." you admit sadly.

George frowns at this, wishing he could hear more worm stories and whatnot. Mostly he's just happy to see the way you talk about things passionately. Makes him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside in a way he can't ever get enough of.

"That's quite alright. I'll do the talking, then." he offers, rubbing his chin to think of what to say next. You light up in your seat, eyes wide in anticipation. Now it's your turn to eagerly wait for his response once again.

"I've got an idea. We could run off and start a new life— as worms!" he beams all of a sudden. You raise a brow for him to go on, not exactly complaining about your boyfriend's excitement towards the topic. "I'm only turning into a worm to make sure I can properly take care of you, of course. Wouldn't want to—er—squash you between my big human fingers, now do we?"

You both erupt into a chorus of laughter at the conjectured image, melting into one another like two fitting puzzle pieces. When you finally catch your breath again, you pose the main question once more, "So I'm concluding you're still going to love me, then?"

"Love you?" he repeats. "Oh darling, I'll be marrying you in a grand worm wedding!"

You can't hold back the gasp that escapes your lips, more than thrilled to have the first mention of marriage between you. Not too long after, you transform into a complete fit of giggles when George continues. "Then we'll happily live our worm lives, 'till death do us apart. Or when, you know, some bloke accidentally steps on us. Whichever comes first."

You lean into him lovingly to steady yourself after all the laughing. Taking a deep breath in, you mumble a soft, "You always know how to make me laugh, Georgie."

And the truth is, he wouldn't have it any other way. Worms or not.

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Hermione Granger

"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand the point of this question."

"Which part, exactly?" you inquire, watching your girlfriend pull out another book from the wooden library shelves.

A few seconds pass before you get your answer. "You're not a worm," she states simply, eyeing you up and down as if to prove her point.

"Yes, thank you for pointing that out, 'Mione," you follow her to the next section. "Which is why I said if I turned into a worm."

The girl looks at you again, analyzing your words and expression briefly before coming to another conclusion. "I still don't understand." she pauses to think. "Unless you might be interested in becoming an Animagus? Even then, opting for a worm wouldn't be very... effective."

You roll your eyes, speeding up to block the girl's way. She lets out a non-committal "Hey!", only for you to quickly muffle it with a warm kiss. A moment or two later, you pull away with a smirk that makes her heart melt. "Just answer the question, would you?"

Still slightly caught off guard from the contact, Hermione finally caves in. "Alright, you cheeky flirt. I love you. Even as a notional worm."

Satisfied with her answer, you plant another peck— this time on her cheek, before announcing a gentle "I love you, too."

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Harry Potter

The way his lips purse into a straight line tells you that Harry doesn't exactly understand the question. Not really, at first. Aside from being an entirely foreign concept to his ears, it also seems like an odd thing to ask someone, unless— "Oh! You're an Animagus!"

The smile on your face instantly drops at this. "What? No—"

"Why didn't you just say so, (y/n)?" he begins what—at the time—you don't know is going to be a nearly endless ramble. "I was planning on telling you this for a while now, but I know someone who's an Animagus, actually. In fact, I think you two would get along fantastically!" he lights up at the sudden idea, flailing his arms in the air out of excitement. "Yes, maybe I can try getting the both of you to meet up. No promises, of course, but what do you think?"

"I think you've got it all wrong," you frown; knowing you would have to disappoint your boyfriend and how you're not very fond of the idea.

"What do you mean?" he asks, albeit barely giving you a second to reply. "(y/n), it's alright, really. You know you don't have to hide yourself from me. Besides, I think it's brilliant!— what you can do, I mean."

The smile he gives you is the epitome of love itself, and now you're not quite sure how to handle the messy situation without pulling out the rug underneath Harry's feet. All you can do is squeeze his shoulder with a guilty smile, promising to talk about it again after dinner.

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Luna Lovegood

"Of course. Worms are lovely, don't you think?" she says with a dreamy smile. You gape at how easily the answer could be pried from your girlfriend; no questions asked. But then again, it's not like you hadn't expected this exact outcome already.

"Really?"

"Mhm," comes her gentle hum as she begins to stir her honeyed chamomile tea. A soft smile stays glued on her features, as if she's enjoying the conversation. "What kind of worm would you like to be, (y/n)?"

"I haven't really thought about it that far," You admit. "Are you sure, though? We won't be able to hold hands or anything like that."

You can't tell if you had just imagined the almost-frown tugging on her lips, because when she looks back up at you again, her sweet signature Luna smile is back in its place. "I suppose you're right. But I could carry you around everywhere with me. Wouldn't that be lovely?"

"It would be," you nod. "but can a worm even fit into that pocket of yours?" you question, noticing how hers are stuffed with unknown items; blades of grass sticking out ever so slightly. Flowers, perhaps.

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about. See?" she pulls out a couple of daisies and fairy foxgloves to reveal a now empty pocket. "Now, would you like some tea?"

You eagerly join her on the table, snuggling against your girlfriend ever so slightly as you both begin to talk about your day. The entire worm ordeal is slowly slipping out of your mind already.

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Neville Longbottom

Neville stops in his tracks at your question, taking a moment to toss the idea back and forth in his mind before he can give you a proper answer. You nearly giggle when his face scrunches up, brows knit and lips parted as he innocently asks, “But why would you turn into a worm?”

"Neville, love, no. It's a hypothetical question."

His entire body relaxes at this, releasing what you assume is a breath of relief. "Oh. I thought you were being serious for a moment there."

You shake your head with a giggle, taking a step closer to adjust the scarf around your boyfriend's neck. "I'm just curious is all. Would you still love me, then?" you ponder.

"Yes! Of course!" comes his instant reply, hands balled up into fists that match the determination on his face. "I would get you a nice worm house with all your favorite flowers in it," he bends one of his gloved finger inwards, beginning to keep count of this hypothetical to-do list. "Would you still be able to have human food? Well, either way, I promise to feed you every single day!"

He pauses, only for a second or two. "Oh! And I'll sing you worm songs! Or maybe we can sing them together? I don't know if you would still be able to talk as a worm though."

You swiftly pull him into an affectionate hug, effectively bringing his rambling—as well as the entire worm topic—to an end. His hands sheepishly find their home around your waist, where he places them softly as if it's his first time hugging you. After all the months of being together, it certainly isn't.

"What was that for?" he dares himself to ask, avoiding your eye contact shyly.

"For being the most loving and adorable boyfriend I could ever ask for," you lean in to plant a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek. You don't miss the way he pulls up his scarf to hide the blossoming blush afterwards.

I have no idea why I wrote this either lol <3

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