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themadlostgirl · 4 years ago

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When It’s Cold (2)

*Horny teens are horny. Mild smut mentions ahead.*

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I laid in bed watching the lightning flash outside my windows as thunder shook the room and rain poured down. As a child a storm like this would have had me hiding under my covers. Tonight though I watched the storm, every inch of my body on alert with every crack of lightning and thunder. The doors to my room burst open with a roll of thunder. A shadowed figured stood in the hallway. My heart hammered fast as I tried to see through the darkness at my intruder. A flash of lightning illuminated the once dark room and I recognized the jagged line down my visitor’s face.

“Felix?” I sat up straighter. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to make sure you weren’t scared.” He prowled closer, a wicked grin on his face as he got to the foot of my bed. “You always were so scared of storms.”

“I was…” I murmured. He was dressed only in a pair of pants. That same chiseled torso I had gawked at earlier on full display.

He crawled onto the bed until he was hovering over me. “Do you want me to stay?” His voice purred in my ear, “I can keep you warm if it gets cold.”

“Yes please,” I let the robe around me fall from my shoulders leaving me exposed. “Keep me warm, Felix.”

“Gladly.” He swooped down upon me.

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I woke with a start. My body was wound up tight and I was tangled in the blankets on my bed. I gazed around me confused before the previous day’s events caught up to me. It felt like a dream that Felix and I had found this mansion last night.

Felix…

The real dream came back to me with stark detail. What had that been all about? I’ve never had a dream like that before. I never have dreams in the first place. Even when I do they’re nothing like that and most certainly do not feature Felix. Yet he had been the epicenter.

Half naked with a devilish grin looking down at my own nude body. I had wanted him to--to--

I buried my face in my pillow. This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t gone to his room last night and saw him coming out of the bathroom. Why did I have to see that? Now I was having borderline erotic dreams about him. Oh screw borderline! I knew exactly what I had been hoping to happen and the aching between my legs only solidified it.

It’s not like I never found Felix ugly or anything. He was pleasant to look at. I dare say at times he was handsome but I never dwelled on it. Maybe a stray intrusive thought or two but they never went so far as my dream had. I couldn’t stop picturing it. Felix and I in bed, his large hands on my body, his lips caressing my skin…

I pressed my legs together as the image took root in my head. Maybe I deserve to indulge a little. For right now there is nothing to worry about. Besides, it’s not like Felix will ever know. My hand dipped between my legs as I let myself fall back into the dream. My body was extra sensitive since I hadn’t been able to indulge in this particular past time since Neverland. Not that I got to do it a whole lot there either. I swear there is absolutely no privacy on that island.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

And none here either it seems.

With a small whine I swung out of bed and pulled my robe in tight. I opened the door and Felix was waiting on the other side already dressed. Could it be considered poetic irony that the boy I had just a moment ago been masturbating to interrupted said masturbation?

“Did you just wake up?” Felix looked me up and down.

“Kinda. I figured I was allowed to sleep in. What do you want?” I stepped back and started collecting my clothes from the floor.

“Get dressed. I discovered something you’re gonna wanna see.”

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“No. Now hurry up.” He closed the door and left.

With a sigh a pulled my clothes back on and followed Felix up a set of stairs to a hallway that led to a dead end. “This is what you wanted to show me? A wall with a picture on it?”

“Watch this,” He pulled the light fixture next to the painting and suddenly the wall came loose and rotated opening up a passageway into a whole new room.

“This place has secret rooms now. Very cool.” I stepped inside. “A library?” I looked at the books but there were no names on the spines. I pulled one off and flipped through it but all the pages were blank. “I will say I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Oh but it gets better.” Felix went over to the desk at the end of the room and pulled open the drawer. There was a button inside. He pressed it and a section of the floor popped up. I knelt down and opened the hatch and my eyes went wide. It was a safe!

I turned the latch and nearly cried at what I saw. Money. Just stacks and stacks of money! One less thing to worry about. We wouldn’t need to scrape by or get jobs. This safe could keep us comfortable for months! Years even!

“How did you find this?” I asked Felix.

“I like puzzles and I like to snoop.” He grinned pulling out a stack of hundreds. The band around it said ten thousand. Ten thousand dollars and there were easily a hundred or more just like it from what I could tell from the naked eye. We have someplace warm to sleep and we have money for food.

I started sniffling and I could sense Felix watching me befuddled. “Sorry, I just--” I took a deep breath and wiped the tears from my eyes, “We’re going to survive the winter. We don’t have to be hungry or cold again.”

“I know,” Felix pulled a few hundreds from the stack and dropped the rest back in the safe. “Now how about we go do that grocery shopping you were so insistent on?”

“Yes!” I hopped to my feet. We put everything back in place and left the room. I found a pad of paper and started making a list of everything we would need. Unlike Felix who had spent so much time on Neverland that he couldn’t remember who he had been before being a Lost Boy , I did remember who I was. I remembered the responsibilities I had before Neverland. What was needed when I was made to go to market. The grocery store wasn’t like the open air markets I was used to but it was still the same general concept.

Felix and I got weird looks as we entered the store and I took one of the trollies. My first stop was to grab some toiletries. Toilet paper, shampoo, body wash, loofah, deodorant, toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss, and even a set of razors in case Felix wanted to shave. Next we grabbed laundry detergent, dish soap, paper towels, spray cleaner, trash bags, aluminum, and hangers. We would need to go to a different store for clothes. Lastly, food. Now, being the designated responsible person out of the two of us I know we couldn’t just indulge in the sweets and other delicious yet not necessarily healthy food for us.

I sped up and down the aisles with Felix trailing after me as I dumped stuff into the trolley. Chicken, beef, bacon, vegetables, fruits, a ten pound bag of potatoes, bread, milk, two dozen eggs, pasta, rice, butter, flour, sugar, brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda, vanilla, yeast (it’s been forever since I baked anything but I figured I could give it a try), orange juice, apple juice, cheese, canola oil, olive oil, and spices. Then came on the things I knew less about, peanut butter, chocolate chips, gummy candies, dressings, chips, ice cream, instant brownie mix, pizza rolls (they sounded good), cans of soup, yogurt, pancake/waffle mix, whipped cream, cereal, granola bars, pretzels, and tea bags.

Our trolley was overflowing with items as we wheeled our way over to the register. The man bagging our items looked at us strangely as we started unloading our groceries onto the counter. Several minutes and a trolley full of groceries later we were given our grand total. I was scared that we wouldn’t have enough but thankfully we did. We left the store and looked at our haul.

“Hey, Felix,” I paused as we were halfway through the parking lot, “How are we gonna get all this back to the mansion?”

“We steal the cart.” He said it like it was obvious. “Who is gonna stop us?”

“True.” We started out trip back to the mansion and pushed the trolley into the house. We spent the next several minute cramming things into cabinets and the icebox. I pushed the trolley back outside and went to put my toiletries away while Felix took the laundry items down to the basement. I would also need to learn how to use the electronic washers they had here if I wanted clean clothes.

Speaking of clean clothes, “Felix!” I shouted down the steps, “We’re not done yet today. We need to go clothes shopping.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t bring any extra sets of clothes with me when we left Neverland and I’m sick of wearing these dirty rags. Now get a move on!”

Felix came upstairs with a scowl. “Don’t pout. Even if we kept these clothes clean they stand out too much. I think it’s part of the reason everyone glares at us. We’ll arise less suspicion if we blend in. Especially since our mission is to find a way out of here and back to Neverland.”

“Fine.” Felix grumbled. He counted the remaining money in his pocket. “Let me grab a few more bills from the library just to be safe.”

My stomach grumbled and I decided to grab a granola bar to settle my stomach while I waited for Felix. This house was so strange. They didn’t have any dish soap but they had pots and pans. No shampoo but they had combs. Not a lick of food but a cabinet dedicated to what looked like a very fragile table set.

Felix came back a few hundred dollars richer and we made our way back into town for the second time that day. The clothes store was emptier than the grocery store which put me more at ease. Felix and I went our separate ways as I perused around the racks and racks of clothing. I grabbed a few shirts, pajamas, sweatshirts, sweat pants, underwear, socks, gloves, a scarf, hat, a thick jacket, a new pair of boots, and a large messenger bag. When I went to try on some pants though I was thoroughly disappointed. They fit fine but the pockets on them were tiny! I could barely get my hand in them. Was this what pants were like here? Why?!

I went over to the men’s section and found Felix also trying on some new clothes. It was a simple black t-shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans but it looked really good on him. He almost looked less foreboding. Maybe that was just due to the fact that he didn’t have his cloak hood up like usual.

“You look mad,” Felix chuckled upon seeing me stomp up to him.

“I am! Look at this.” I squeezed a few of my fingers into my jeans pocket. “These pants have absolutely no room! Are yours like this as well?”

“Mine?” he stuck his entire hand in his pocket up to the middle of his forearm. “Nope.”

“What the hell?” I stuck my hand in his other pocket. These were so much roomier than mine! “Why are these better than the ones in my section?”

“I don’t know,” Felix pulled my hand out of his pocket, his face was red with anger again and he wouldn’t look me in the eye, “You can stop invading my personal space though.”

“Oops, sorry.” I snatched my hand back to my chest. What had I been thinking? I essentially stuck my hand down his pants and for what? Because I was jealous of the size of his pockets? I grabbed a few pants from his section that looked to be my size and raced back to the dressing rooms in my section. These fit just as well as the ones I was wearing now but the pockets were much roomier so I chucked the others away and got the men’s pants.

Felix met me at the registers when he was done browsing. He still wasn’t looking at me. I think I made things between us really uncomfortable. We paid for the clothes but had no trolley this time so had to carry everything in large bags back to the mansion. After we got back Felix disappeared into his room. I changed into a pair of the comfy new clothes I bought and went downstairs to make myself something to eat.

I heated a can of soup up and sat down to eat. I wasn’t in the mood to be so adventurous as to make a full blown meal. Now that we had all the essentials Felix and I could start our search for a way back to Neverland in earnest.

I didn’t see Felix for the rest of the night. Figures he wouldn’t want to be around me after we spent all day together. I drew myself another hot bath and this time was able to actually wash myself with the soap and shampoo we had bought. I felt truly clean for the first time in a long time as I slid on the pajamas I bought and crawled back into bed.

Rain pattered outside and I was reminded of my dream from this morning. A part of me dreading and hoping that I would have another just like it.

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Fucking hell! You were killing him! You had to be trying to kill him! That’s what Felix concluded as he locked himself in the master bedroom of the mansion.

Ever since Felix had let himself be talked into going to Storybrooke with you he had been forced by your side. You were the only Lost One in Storybrooke still loyal to Pan when all the others had run off to find families for themselves. He told himself he was tagging along instead of staying in Neverland to enact revenge on those that murdered Pan but that was only half of the story.

He should have never followed you though. Revenge aside. It hadn’t worked out anyway. Even after he learned that Pan was still alive, albeit in someone else’s body, it wasn’t enough. Pan died anyway before he got to enact the curse that would have turned this worthless town into a new Neverland. Now everyone was happy and safe and you and Felix were both very much stranded.

Finding this mansion had been a sweet turn of luck. He knew you were right when you mentioned needing a better place to stay over winter. Felix didn’t like the cold either but he could tolerate it better than you. Every night since you two got here you would shiver the night away at your camp. The night before it had been so cold that even Felix was cursing the wind. While he shivered though he glanced across the fire pit at you. You were huddled in so tight to yourself. Teeth chattering and body convulsing.

He was glad that you didn’t make any mention of him giving you his cloak as an extra form of warmth that night. He didn’t want to try explaining why he had done it. Terrible complicated feelings that he refused to acknowledge. He pushed them down hard, stomped them into dust so they could never rear their ugly head again.

Then he had gotten out of the bath. Truly clean for the first time in years he had left the bathroom and all those complicated feelings from before shot to the surface at the scene laid out before him. You knelt on the ground with only a towel barely covering you. Your wet hair leaving drops of water rolling down your shoulders and back.

His jaw clenched and he fumbled to maintain some composure as you explained what you were doing practically naked in his room. He had found the robe in the master bathroom and was planning on wearing it to bed himself but when he caught sight of you he was only too happy to chuck it into your arms. He needed you to cover up. He needed you clothed and out of his room that instant!

He was far from relaxed after you had left that night. The sight of you knelt over, the towel just barely covering your ass was burned into his brain. He ignored the stirring under his towel and dove into the large bed. He tossed and turned most of the night trying to rid the image and the thoughts he was having. His mind betrayed him though as it brought him much more vivid fantasies of you on his bed wearing nothing at all and beckoning him to take you.

He woke soon after breathing hard and his hand around his cock. Felix cursed the fact that he had a lewd dream about you of all people. He tried to ignore the images flashing in his head but when he closed his eyes there you were on all fours again with a teasing smile. He jumped into the bathroom and turned on the shower hoping a cold jolt would snap him back to sense but then he was thinking of you in this shower with him. Water rolling down your body, that same teasing smile and sultry voice begging him to take you against the wall.

For a few minutes he swallowed his embarrassment and let the fantasy play out fucking into his fist and pretending it was you squeezing around him instead. He thought of your moans and whimpers egging him on. Begging him to be harder, faster, rougher. He bit his lip to keep from shouting as he finally spent himself and started coming down from his high.

He felt more relaxed afterwards but the release of tension didn’t make him feel better knowing he had masturbated to you. You were his...friend? You two had never been friends before coming to Storybrooke and he doubted that you two were that now. Whatever you were to him he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. You both wanted to get back to Neverland and having obscene fantasies of you was not the way to go about that.

It was still fairly early but he was too wound up to go back to bed. So he got dressed and went exploring throughout the mansion. That’s how he had found the secret library full of blank books and that secret vault under the floorboards. He put everything back in place before racing to wake you up and show you. He had almost forgotten about his dream until you opened the door and he was met with your sleepy face and bedhead. Had you always been this attractive or was it just the layers of dirt that had gotten washed away last night that made you much more appealing to him suddenly? He decided not to dwell on why he was having these thoughts and instead took you down to see the stash of money he had found.

You were so giddy at the knowledge that you could actually have a roof over your head and food in your belly that he found himself smiling too. Your smile was so infectious. He let you take the lead when you went shopping. He didn’t recognize half the stuff he saw in that store but trusted your judgement when you dropped something in the cart.

Then there was when you went to go clothes shopping. Felix wouldn’t admit that he was getting a little worn out of his Neverland attire. It was functional but that was all he could say about it. The smell of it after he had gotten out of the bath the night before almost made him gag. Perhaps this was the reason no one wanted you or him around. You both reeked of years of living in a jungle.

You two were on totally opposite ends of the clothing store so Felix thought he was safe until you came charging into his dressing room ranting about the tiny pockets on your pants. The tight fitted pants that hugged your legs and ass perfectly. Then when you unceremoniously stuffed your hand down his pocket to see how deep they were it took all his self control and thoughts of rotting animal carcasses to not pop an erection right there in the store.

You were trying to make him burst a blood vessel and you didn’t even seem to notice! Which is why he was back in his room sitting on his bed hungry and horny. He was waiting until after he was sure you had gone to bed to get some food. He really didn’t want to chance running into you again and risk those impure thoughts bubbling to the surface once more.

Hopefully today had just been a spoof and tomorrow all these strange new thoughts and feelings would be gone. You two had a mission after all. Get back to Neverland. Lust wasn’t going to help that mission.

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thewidowsghost · 4 years ago

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The Unknown Muggleworn - Chapter 3

3rd Person POV

The next month went by very quickly. (Y/n) and Hermione had spent a lot of time studying their spell books.

(Y/n) took a lot of time trying to learn defensive spells and as well as some simple ones like Reparo, the repairing spell, Alohomora, the unlocking spell, and Lumos, the wand lighting spell, and Wingardium Leviosa, the levitating spell.

The night before the journey to Hogwarts, Hermione and (Y/n) pack up their trunks and carry them down by the front door.

The next morning, Hermione, (Y/n), and Mr. and Mrs. Granger get into the car and make their way to King's Cross Station.

Once they get there, Mr. Granger and (Y/n) pull the heavy trunks onto two trollies, Marvel's cat carrier sitting on top of (Y/n)'s trunk.

"So, if I'm correct, we need to run between Platforms Nine and Ten," (Y/n) says once they reach the two platforms.

"Or we could ask someone," Hermione suggests.

The four look around to see a plump woman walking by with four boys and a young girl, all with flaming red hair, and the four boys are pushing trollies with trunks on it.

"Come on," (Y/n) says, stepping forward towards the family.

"Hello," (Y/n) says, rather shyly, the others though.

The plump woman turns to the group. She studies (Y/n) thoughtfully, catching sight of her scar - (Y/n)'s hair had been pulled into a low ponytail.

"Hello dears, need to get onto the Platform?" the woman asks, continuing to watch (Y/n) thoughtfully.

"Yes ma'am," Hermione answers and the plump woman's gaze wonders to her.

"All you have to do is run into the wall between Platforms Nine and Ten," the women says and (Y/n) shoots a triumphant look at Hermione.

"Ha, I was right!" (Y/n) says, nudging her sister affectionately. Hermione rolls her eyes as the plump women laughs.

We start towards the platform, Mr. and Mrs. Granger starting up a conversation with the plump woman.

(Y/n) jumps slightly as two voices, almost identical, speak up from behind her, "Hello -"

"We're Fred -"

"And George -"

"Weasley," they finish in unison.

(Y/n) and Hermione turn at the same time to study two identical boys, about two years older than the two.

"Hello, I'm (Y/n) (L/n)-Granger, and this is my sister, Hermione Granger," (Y/n) says.

"Twins?" Hermione guesses and the two red haired boys nod.

"Yes -" Fred, (Y/n) thinks at least, begins.

"Of course we are," the other twin, (Y/n) believes was George, finishes.

The group gets to the barrier and (Y/n) catches sight of the black haired boy from Diagon Alley.

(Y/n), Hermione, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger pass through the barrier.

(Y/n) takes in the Platform quizzically.

A scarlet steam engine is waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sigh overhead says, Hogwarts Express, Eleven o'clock.

"Wow!" Hermione breathes, her brown eyes full of wonder. There were so many people on the Platform that (Y/n) nor Hermione could count them all, as well as cats and owls of so may colors it was hard to believe so many existed.

3rd Person POV – With Harry

According to the large clock over the arrivals board, Harry had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and he had no idea how to do it; he was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money, and a large owl.

Hagrid must have forgotten to tell him something you had to do, like tapping the third brick on the left to get into Diagon Alley. He wondered if he should get out his wand and start tapping the ticket inspector's stand between platforms nine and ten.

At that moment a group of people were just behind him and he caught a few words of what they were saying.

"— packed with Muggles, of course —"

Harry swung round. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like Harry's in front of him — and they had an owl.

Heart hammering, Harry pushed his cart after them. They stopped and so did he, just near enough to hear what they were saying.

Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother.

"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, "Mom, can't I go . . ."

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."

What looked like the oldest boy marched toward Platforms Nine and Ten. Harry watched, careful not to blink in case he missed it — but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two Platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.

"Fred, you next," the plump woman said.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear."

"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone — but how had he done it?

Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier — he was almost there — and then, quite suddenly, he wasn't anywhere.

There was nothing else for it.

"Excuse me," Harry said to the plump woman.

"Hello, dear," she said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too."

She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose. "Yes," said Harry. "The thing is — the thing is, I don't know how to —"

"How to get onto the platform?" she said kindly, and Harry nodded.

"Not to worry," she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."

"Er — okay," said Harry.

He pushed his trolley around and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid.

He started to walk toward it. People jostled him on their way to Platforms Nine and Ten. Harry walked more quickly. He was going to smash right into that barrier and then he'd be in trouble — leaning forward on his cart, he broke into a heavy run — the barrier was coming nearer and nearer — he wouldn't be able to stop — the cart was out of control — he was a foot away — he closed his eyes ready for the crash —

It didn't come . . . he kept on running . . . he opened his eyes.

A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. He had done it.

Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.

The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Harry pushed his cart off down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again." "Oh, Neville," he heard the old woman sigh.

A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd.

"Give us a look, Lee, go on." The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg.

Harry pressed on through the crowd until he found an empty compartment near the end of the train. He put Hedwig inside first and then started to shove and heave his trunk toward the traindoor. He tried to lift it up the steps but could hardly raise one end and twice he dropped it painfully on his foot.

"Want a hand?" It was one of the red-haired twins he'd followed through the barrier.

"Yes, please," Harry panted.

"Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!"

With the twins' help, Harry's trunk was at last tucked away in a corner of the compartment.

Thanks," said Harry, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

"What's that?" said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry's lightning scar.

"Blimey," said the other twin. "Are you — ?"

"He is," said the first twin. "Aren't you?" he added to Harry.

"What?" said Harry.

"Harry Potter," chorused the twins.

"Oh, him," said Harry. "I mean, yes, I am."

The two boys gawked at him, and Harry felt himself turning red. Then, to his relief, a voice came floating in through the train's open door.

"Fred? George? Are you there?"

"Coming, Mom."

With a last look at Harry, the twins hopped off the train.

Harry sat down next to the window where, half hidden, he could watch the red-haired family on the platform and hear what they were saying. Their mother had just taken out her handkerchief.

Harry had also spotted the two girls from Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

He could see the mother and father of the two girls, but there was something off about the taller one.

She doesn't seem to belong with them, Harry thinks. Not in a bad way, but she looks nothing like the brown haired girl or the mother and father.

Harry is caught off guard as he overhears the conversation-taking place between the red haired family.

"Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?" One of the red-haired twins says.

Harry leaned back quickly so they couldn't see him looking.

"You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?"

"Who?"

"Harry Potter!"

Harry heard the little girl's voice. "Oh, Mom, can I go on the train and see him, Mom, oh please. . . ."

"You've already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?" The mother asks, turning to Fred.

"Asked him. Saw his scar. It's really there — like lightning."

"Poor dear — no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform."

"Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?" One of the twins asks.

Their mother suddenly became very stern.

"I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school."

"All right, keep your hair on."

A whistle sounded.

Hurry up!" their mother said, and the three boys clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger sister began to cry.

"Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls." Fred says.

"We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat." George adds. "George!"

"Only joking, Mom."

The train began to move. Harry saw the boys' mother waving and their sister, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed, then she fell back and waved.

Harry watched the girl and her mother disappear as the train rounded the corner. Houses flashed past the window. Harry felt a great leap of excitement. He didn't know what he was going to — but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.

(Y/n)'s POV

Hermione and I rush to haul our things onto the train.

We find a compartment but there was someone already sitting there.

I slide the door open, "Mind if we sit here?"

"I don't mind," the round faced boy says. "I'm Neville," he says.

"(Y/n)," I hold out my hand and the boy shakes it. "This is my sister Hermione."

"It's nice to meet the two of you," Neville says, then he continues, "Would you mind helping me find my toad?"

"We'll help look," I answer after exchanging a nod with Hermione.

Time Skip – Still (Y/N)'s POV

We all meet back up in the compartment we started in.

"Did anyone find Trevor?" Neville asks and we all shake our heads reluctantly, not wanting to give the poor boy any bad news. Neville groans.

"What about we all look together?" I suggest, and the others nod.

"Just give me a moment," I say, digging through my trunk, looking for my robes.

I find them, then dart out of the compartment to the bathroom, changing quickly, returning to the compartment.

"Okay, off to find Trevor," Hermione says, a twinkle of amusement evident in her eyes.

All three of us walk down the passages asking everyone if they had seen a toad anywhere.

We reach a compartment where Harry and one of the red-haired boys that we had walked through the station with.

Hermione slides the compartment door open, and we all step in.

3rd Person POV – Harry's Perspective

Ron raises his wand just when the compartment door slides open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him, and the two girls from Diagon Alley. The two of the girls were already wearing their new Hogwarts robes.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," the shorter girl says. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.

"We've already told him we haven't seen it," said Ron, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then."

She sits down. Ron looks taken aback, but the tall girl didn't, her green gaze sparkling with amusement.

"Er — all right." Ron clears his throat. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

He waves his wand, but nothing happens. Scabbers stays gray and fast asleep.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" says the girl. "Well, it's not very good, is it? We've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in our family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when we got our letters, but we were ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, we heard — We've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough — I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?" She says all this very fast.

Harry looks at Ron, and is relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn't learned all the course books by heart either, but the other girl looks at Hermione, nodding in agreement, clearly meaning that the two of them had learned all the course books by heart.

"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron mutters.

"Harry Potter," Harry says.

"Are you really?" asks Hermione. "I know all about you, of course — I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."

"Am I?" asks Harry, feeling dazed.

"Goodness, didn't you know. I've found out everything I could if it was me," says Hermione. "Do either of you know what House you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best. I did hear though that Dumbledore himself was in it too, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad. . . Anyway, we'd better go look for Neville's toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon."

Hermione leaves, taking Neville with her leaving the other girl behind, a glint in her green eyes.

"Sorry about her," the (H/c) haired girls says. "My sister's just excited about going to Hogwarts. I mean, if you couldn't tell. I'm (Y/n) (L/n)-Granger."

"Are you really?" Ron asks (Y/n) curiously. "Do you have a scar too?" he then asks.

(Y/n) pulls her hair back, exposing an hourglass shaped scar on the left side of her neck.

"Why are your glasses broken?" (Y/n) abruptly changes the subject, turning to look at Harry.

"Cousin . . ." Harry explains and (Y/n) walks over to him, pulling out her wand.

"Let me try something," (Y/n) says, pointing her wand in his face, his eyes crossing slightly. "Reparo!" she says, and the glasses mend themselves. Harry takes them off, looking in wonderment between his glasses, Ron, and (Y/n).

"That's better, isn't it?" (Y/n) asks, laughing slightly.

"Uh, yeah, thanks, (Y/n)," Harry says.

"Well, I'd better go find my sister," (Y/n) says, walking out of the compartment, closing the compartment door on the way out.

Time Skip - (Y/n)'s POV

A couple of hours after meeting Harry and Ron in their compartment, we arrived at Hogwarts.

A voice echoed through the train, "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train; it will be taken to the school separately."

The train slows down, and finally stops. People push their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. A lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students and a loud voice calls, "Firs' years? Firs' years over here! All right there , Harry?" It must have been Hagrid, the man who was with Harry in Diagon Alley.

"C'mon, follow me – any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!" Hagrid says.

All of us slipping and stumbling, we follow Hagrid down what seems to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark that I thought there must be thick trees here. Nobody spoke much, the only one making any noise was Neville, we still hadn't been able to find his toad.

"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid calls over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."

There was a loud, "Oooooh!" I didn't realize that one came from my mouth as well.

A narrow path opens suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling brightly in the starry sky was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid calls, pointing to a fleet of boats sitting in the water by the shore.

Hermione and I follow Harry and Ron into a boat.

"Everyone in?" Hagrid shouts, who has a boat to himself. "Right then – FORWARD!"

Then the fleet of little boats moves off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. No one spoke as the little fleet of boats carries us through a curtain of ivy that hides a wide opening in the cliff face. We're carried along a dark tunnel, which seems to be taking us right underneath the castle, until we reach a kind of underground harbor, where we all clamber out onto rocks and pebbles.

"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" Hagrid asks, who was checking the boats as all of us climb out of them.

"Trevor!" cries Neville blissfully, holding out his hands.

We all clamber up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.

We all walk up a fight of stone steps and crowd around the huge oak front door.

"Neville, still got Trevor?" I ask, my (H/l), (H/c) hair flying back over my shoulders as the door opens.

3rd Person POV

The door swings open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. (Y/n) instantly recognizes the woman and nudges the Hermione, muttering, "Professor McGonagall. "

The brunette nods in acknowledgement.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," says Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." Professor McGonagall says.

Professor McGonagall opens the door wider. The entrance hall was so big, Harry thinks, you could fit the whole of the Dursley's house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.

The new students follow Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry hears the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right – the rest of the school must already be here – but Professor McGonagall shows the first years into the small, empty chamber off of the hall. The students crowd in, standing rather closer together than they normally would have, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall says. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you ae here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room."

"The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." Professor McGonagall says. "Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours."

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school," (Y/n) and Hermione's gazes all meet at Professor McGonagall's words. "I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." Professor McGonagall's eyes linger for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose.

(Y/n) looks over and sees Harry nervously trying to flatten his hair.

"I shall return when we are ready for you," Professor McGonagall tells the nervous first years, "Please wait quietly."

She leaves the chamber, and Harry swallows.

"How exactly do they sort us into Houses?" Harry asks Ron.

"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking." Ron answers, and Harry's heart gives a horrible jolt.

A test? In front of the while school? But Harry didn't know any magic yet, what on earth would he have to do? He hadn't expected something like this the moment he arrived. He looks around anxiously and saw that everyone else looks terrified, too, except (Y/n), who seemed to be holding an a face of calm on her face for the benefit of everyone else. No one was talking much except for Hermione Granger, and (Y/n) (L/n)-Granger, who were whispering very fast to each other all the spells they had learned and wondering which ones they might need. Harry is trying really hard not to listen to them. He had never been more nervous, never, not even when he'd had to take a school report home to the Dursleys saying that he'd somehow turned his teacher's wig blue. Harry and (Y/n) kept their eyes on the door. Any second now, Harry thinks, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead Harry to his doom.

Then something happened that made Harry jump about a foot in the air – several people behind him scream.

"What the -?"

Harry gasps, and so did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed thought the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. The ghost seemed to be arguing. What looks like to be a fat little monk says, "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to five him a second chance –"

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost – I say, what are you all doing here?"

A ghost wearing a ruff and tights seems to have noticed the first years.

(Y/n) raises her hand nervously, and the ghost in the ruff turns to her.

"Yes?" He asks.

"We're new students, we're about to be sorted," She says, shaking a little.

A few people nod in agreement.

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" says the Friar. "My old House, you know."

"Move along now," a sharp voice says. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."

Professor McGonagall had returned to the hall, and one by one, the ghosts float away through the opposite wall.

"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall tells the first years, "and follow me."

(Y/n) felling nervous, falls in line behind Ron, Hermione behind her. Professor McGonagall leads the first years out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.

(Y/n) had never imagined such an amazing thing could exist. Thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, Probably the House tables, (Y/n) thinks, where the older students were sitting, light the Great Hall. On the tops of the tables, there were glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall leads the first years towards the table, so that they come to a halt in a line facing the other students. Hundreds of faces stare back at them like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight, and dotted among the students, the ghost shone a misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Harry looks upwards and sees a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. Harry hears Hermione whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in –"

"Hogwarts, A History?" (Y/n) asks her sister with a smile.

It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, Harry thinks, and that the Great hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.

Harry quickly looks down again as Professor McGonagall silently places a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool, she puts a pointed wizard's hat. The hat was so patched and frayed, and extremely dirty, Aunt Petunia wouldn't have let it in the house, Harry thinks.

Harry think wildly, Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, It seems the soft of thing. (Y/n) then notices that everyone is staring at the hat, and she looks towards it too. For a few moments, there was complete silence, then the hat twitches, a rip near the brim opens wide like a mouth – and the hat begins to sing:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid ! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The whole hall bursts into applause as the hat finishes its song. It bows to each of the four tables and then becomes quote still again.

"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron whispers to Harry. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."

Harry smiles weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but Harry wishes they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seems to be asking rather a lot; Harry didn't feel brace or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the had had mentions a House for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him.

Professor McGonagall now steps forward holding a long roll of parchment.

"Abbott, Hannah!" Professor McGonagall calls the first name.

A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbles out of line, puts on the hat, but before the hat falls over her eyes, (Y/n) shoots her a smile, and Hannah smiles thankfully back. The hat falls over Hannah's eyes, and after a moment's pause –

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouts the hat.

The table on the right cheers and claps as Hannah goes to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. (Y/n) sees ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouts the hat again, and Susan moves to sit next to Hannah.

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!" shouts the hat and the table second from the left claps this time; several Ravenclaws stand up to shake hands with Terry as he joins them.

"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" becomes the first Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Harry could wee Ron's twin brothers catcalling.

"Bulstrode, Millicent," then becomes a Slytherin. Perhaps it was Harry's imagination, after all he'd heard about Slytherin, but he thought they look like an unpleasant lot.

Harry definitely looks sick, (Y/n) thinks. Harry remembered being picked for teams during gym at his old school. Harry had always been last to be chosen, not because he was no good, but because no one wanted Dudley to think they liked him.

"Finch – Fletchley, Justin!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Sometimes, (Y/n) noticed, the hat shouted out the House at once, but at others it took a while to decide. "Finnigan, Seamus," the sandy-haired boy that was standing next to harry in line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.

"Granger, Hermione!"

(Y/n) smiles warmly at her sister as she runs to the stool and jams the hat eagerly onto her head.

"GRYFFINDOR!" shouts the hat, and Ron groans.

A horrible thought strikes Harry, as horrible thoughts always do when you're very nervous. What if he wasn't chosen at all? What if he just sat there with the hat over his eyes for ages, until Professor McGonagall jerked it off his head and said there had obviously been a mistake and he'd better get back on the train?

When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR," Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to "MacDougal, Morag."

Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"

Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself.

There weren't many people left now.

"Moon" . . . , "Nott" . . . , "Parkinson" . . . , then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" . . . , then "Perks, Sally-Anne" . . . , and then, at last —

"Potter, Harry!"

As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?"

The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited.

"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes — and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting. . . . So where shall I put you?"

Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.

"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the small voice. "Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that — no? Well, if you're sure — better be GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table. He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Slytherin, he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet. Percy the Prefect got up and shook his hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" Harry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm, giving Harry the sudden, horrible feeling he'd just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water.

He could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest him sat Hagrid, who caught his eye and gave him the thumbs up. Harry grinned back. And there, in the center of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore. Harry recognized him at once from the card he'd gotten out of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. Harry spotted Professor Quirrell, too, the nervous young man from the Leaky Cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban.

"Thomas, Dean," a Black boy even taller than Ron, joined Harry at the Gryffindor table. "Turpin, Lisa," became a Ravenclaw and then it was Ron's turn. He was pale green by now. Harry crossed his finger under the table and a second later the hat had shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry clapped loudly with the rest as Ron collapsed into the chair next to him.

"Well done, Ron, excellent," said Percy Weasley pompously across Harry.

There were only two people left to be sorted, (Y/N), and a tall boy with black hair.

"Zabini, Blaise," was made a Slytherin, and at last, (Y/n)'s name was called.

"(L/n)-Granger, (Y/n)!" Professor McGonagall shouts, and the (H/l), (H/c) steps up to the stool. She turns around, and nervously looks around, Hermione meets her gaze from across the hall, and Hermione smiles at her sister softly.

(Y/N)'s POV

I sit on the stool, and the hat falls over my eyes.

I jump a little as I hear the Sorting Hat starts talking in my head. "Well, your ambitious, and a strong leader, I see, qualities of Slytherins, ah, but there is something else here, patience and loyalty, also qualities of a Hufflepuff. But there's something else here, wisdom, wit, and a lot of creativity, all qualities of Ravenclaw. But also courage, bravery, and daring, so where to put you?" The hat asks. "Brilliantly smart father, daringly brave mother."

"You know my dad?" (Y/n) thinks. Though she knew little about her mother, she knew absolutely nothing about her father.

"Your father was a famous muggle," the Sorting Hat says softly, only loud enough for (Y/n) to hear. "Extremely witty and intelligent beyond his years."

"So he wasn't a wizard," (Y/n) comes to this conclusion.

"No," the Sorting Hat confirms.

"What about my mother?" (Y/n) thinks.

"She was a Gryffindor, a muggle-born like yourself."

Hermione's POV

"She's been on that stool for like ten minutes," Harry murmurs to Hermione, who was sitting Percy, across from Harry.

"She's a hat stall," Percy Weasley says softly. "The first since Peter Pettigrew about twenty years ago."

There's a silence for another five minutes before the hat finally shouts, "GRYFFINDOR!"

(Y/n) takes off the hat off her head, then grins.

(Y/n) jogs over to sit beside her sister.

Hermione smiles widely at (Y/n).

"Can't get rid of me that easily," (Y/n) teases.

Professor Dumbledore had gotten to his feet, and he was beaming at the students, his arms open wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.

"Welcome!" he says. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!" Professor Dumbledore finishes, sitting down.

Everyone claps and cheers, (Y/n) and Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or not. Sitting beside Percy Weasley, Harry was thinking the same thing.

"Is he - a bit mad?" Harry asks Percy uncertainly.

"Mad?" Percy answers airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes."

"Potatoes, Harry?" Percy asks.

Harry's mouth falls open. The dishes in front of him were now piled with food. He had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.

The Dursleys had never starved Harry, but he'd never been allowed to eat as much as he had wanted. Dudley had always take anything that Harry really wanted, even if it made him sick. Harry piles his plate with a bit of everything except the peppermints and begins to eat. It was delicious.

"That does look good," says the ghost in the ruff sadly, watching Harry cut up his steak.

"Cant you -?"

"I haven't eaten for nearly five hundred years," says the ghost. "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."

"I know who you are!" Ron says suddenly. "My brothers told me about you – you're Nearly Headless Nick!"

I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy —" the ghost began stiffly, but Hermione interrupts, (Y/N) looking over her shoulder.

"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?"

"Now, Hermione dear, that's not polite," (Y/N) says, and Hermione grins at her sister before turning her attention back to the ghost.

Sir Nicholas looks extremely miffed, as if their little chat wasn't going at all the way he had wanted.

"Like this," he says irritably. He seizes his left ear and pulls; his whole head swings off his neck and falls onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had clearly tried to behead him, but not done it properly. Looking very pleased at the stunned looks on the first year Gryffindors' faces, Nearly Headless Nick flips his head back onto his neck, coughs, and says, "So – new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house Championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable – he's the Slytherin ghost."

(Y/N) and Harry look over at the Slytherin table and see a horrible ghost sitting there, with blank starting eyes, a gaunt face, and robes stained with silver blood. He was sitting right next to Malfoy who, Harry was pleased to see, didn't look very pleased with the seating arrangement.

"How did he get covered in blood?" Thora and Seamus Finnigan ask with great interest.

"I've never asked," says Nearly Headless Nick delicately.

When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food fades from the plates, leaving hem sparkling clean as before, then, a moment later the deserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate éclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, Jell-O, rice pudding, and an assortment of fresh fruits.

As (Y/N) helps herself to a couple of strawberries and some chocolate éclairs, the talk turned to their families.

"I'm half-and-half," explains Seamus. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mom didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of nasty shock for him."

The others laugh, and Ron turns to Neville.

"What about you, Neville?" Ron asks.

"Well, my gran brought me up and she's a witch," Neville begins, "but the family thought I was all-Muggle for ages. My Great Uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me — he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned — but nothing happened until I was eight. Great Uncle Algie came round for dinner, and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my Great Auntie Enid offered him a meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced — all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased, Gran was crying, she was so happy. And you should have seen their faces when I got in here — they thought I might not be magic enough to come, you see. Great Uncle Algie was so pleased he bought me my toad."

"What about you?" asks Seamus Finnegan.

(Y/n) looks up, startled, but then speaks. "My mother, that I know of, was Muggleborn. My father was a muggle. I grew up with Hermione here for my whole life. My real parents are dead, well, that I know of."

Harry glances at the (H/c) haired girl as she turns back to Hermione and Percy Weasley, who were talking about lessons.

"I do hope they start right away, there's so much to learn, I'm particularly interested in Transfiguration, you know, turning something into something else, of course, it's supposed to be very difficult –" Hermione rambles.

"You'll be starting small, just matches into needles and that sort of thing –" Percy says.

"What about Charms?" Hermione asks. "What's that like?"

"Well, in Charms, you learn to cast spells that alter an object without changing it's nature." Percy says.

"Wait," (Y/N) interrupts, "so if we were given, like, a teapot, would we have to make it dance across the desk?"

"Yes, exactly (Y/N), that doesn't change how it looks, if you wanted to turn it into a tortoise, that spell would be taught in Transfiguration." Percy explains.

Harry, who is beginning to feel warm and sleepy, looks up at the High Table again. Hagrid is drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall is talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin.

It happens very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looks past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes - and a sharp, hot pan shoots across the scars imprinted into (Y/n)'s and Harry's skin.

(Y/n) slaps her hand to the hourglass shaped scar on her neck. Harry does the same, letting out an "Ouch!"

"What is it?" Percy asks, Hermione turning to study her sister.

"N-nothing," Harry mumbles.

The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off for Harry was the feeling he had gotten from teh teacher's look - a feeling that he didn't like Harry at all.

"Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asks, and (Y/n) and Percy's gazes turn to the Head Table.

"Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to – everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape." Percy says.

(Y/n) and Hermione turn their attentions back onto each other and start up a quiet conversation. (Y/n) notices, out of the corner of her eye, Harry watching Snape for a while, but Snape never looked back at Harry.

At last, the desserts disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore gets to his feet, the hall falling silent.

"Ahem – just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you." He begins.

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashes in the direction of the Weasley twins, as he says the last part. "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their House teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death." Hermione's and (Y/N)'s eyes meet at Dumbledore's last few words, while Harry laughs, but he was one of the few that did.

"He's not serious?" Harry mutters to Percy.

"Must be," says Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere – the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least."

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cries Dumbledore. Harry notices that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.

Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twists itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

And the whole school bellows:

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald Or young with scabby knees, Our heads could do with filling With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff, So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot, Just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot."

Everyone finishes the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins are left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducts their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who claps the loudest.

"Ah, music," Dumbledore says, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

The Gryffindor first years follow Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase. Harry's legs were like lead again, but only because he was so tired and full of food. He was to sleepy even to be surprised that the people in the portraits along the corridors whispered and pointed as they passed, or that twice Percy led them through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries. They climb up more staircases, yawning and dragging their feet, and (Y/N) was just wondering how much farther thy had to go when they came to a sudden halt.

A bundle of walking sticks was floating in midair ahead of them, and (Y/N)'s eyes narrow in suspicion. Percy takes a step toward them as they start throwing themselves at him.

"Peeves," Percy whispers to the first years. "A poltergeist." He raises his voice, "Peeves – show yourself."

A loud, rude sound, like the air being let out of a balloon, answers.

"Do you want me to get the Bloody Baron?" Percy asks.

There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appears, floating cross-legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks.

"Oooooooh!" he says, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!"

He swoops suddenly at them, and they all duck.

"Go away, Peeves, or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" barks Percy.

Peeves sticks out his tongue and vanishes, dropping the walking sticks above (Y/n)'s head. (Y/n) slides instinctively out of the way, catching the walking sticks in one hand.

Harry and Ron look slightly impressed as (Y/n) sets the sticks on the ground silently, then walks over to stand beside Hermione.

"You want to watch out for Peeves," says Percy as they set off again. "The Bloody Baron's the only one who can control him, and he won't even listen to us prefects. Here we are."

At the very end of the corridor hangs a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress. "Password?" she asks.

"Caput Draconis," answers Percy, and the portrait swings forwards to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scramble through - Neville needing a leg up - and find themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs.

Percy directs the girls rough one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. At the top of a spiral staircase - (Y/n) figured they were in one of the towers - they find their beads at last: four four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up and, too tired to talk much, (Y/n) pulls on a pair of emerald green pajamas, the color matching (Y/n)'s eyes.

Marvel jumps out of her basket, eyeing Hermione then (Y/n) then hopping up into Hermione's bed, curling up onto Hermione's stomach.

Word Count: 8327 words

Bye!

Love y'all! �� Kaitlynn❤️😍

#hermione granger #hermione granger x sister reader #harry potter #ron weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter various x reader

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21burritoseavey · 4 years ago

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Chapter 7 - Slow Down

a/n: heyy, i really hope you like this one! let me know what you think. it’s long again too lol.

Summary: Daniel and Y/n are best friends, but like every clique love story lol, Daniel fell for Y/n, though he’s never admitted his feelings because Y/n has a boyfriend. After their exams, the group of friends decide to go on a “California-cation” (see what I did there haha) but Y/n’s boyfriend also tags along. It gets a little interesting and I guess you’ll just have to see how things go…

“Dani!” Y/n called out, leaning towards Daniel with outstretched arms and when he came close enough, she lightly tugged at his arm and he took a seat next to hers, basically squished right up beside her if it was for the thin barrier between them. Daniel felt his pulse quicken almost instantly and he slightly shuffled farther away, trying to disguise his nervousness and shaky breaths as he placed the flashlight down. The group of friends were sitting around a bonfire that Zach and Jack very proudly took credit for and moments later Grayson appeared with two large blankets in his arms.

“Hey baby” Grayson said tenderly as he approached Y/n, sitting down next to her. He pulled her hands out of her pockets to gently hold them and placed a kiss on her lips softly. Y/n giggled as he pulled away and he draped the blanket over her body, pulling her into his side with a secure arm. Though, mere moments later, he pulled out his phone, typing away just above Y/n’s head so she didn’t notice.

“Wassup guysss! Let’s have some funnnn!” Zach slurred his words as he trudged over, raising everyone’s eyebrows at the sight of him. His hot pink robe swayed with the gentle breeze and purple slippers sunk into the grass with every step he took. Daniel tried his best to muffle his giggles with his hoodie lifted above his mouth. Almost everybody stared at Zach with nothing but happy smiles and genuine laughter escaping from their lips.

“Zach, dude” Corbyn paused for a second to compose himself, “are those your pyjamas?”

“If you must know, yes these are my pyjamas.” Zach said confidently, pulling both sides of his robe together and tying it. He took a seat on a foldable chair next to Daniel.

“You comfy?” Daniel asked, giggling gently.

Zach crossed his legs. “Very.” He answered blankly.

Jonah clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention. “I don’t know about everyone else but I’m starving” he dragged out with a slight chuckle and everyone else agreed instantly.

“Oh, I got it. That was my job.” Jack got up and went over to his bag, pulling out only bags of lollies. He walked over to the middle, “K so I got Sour Patch Kids, Trolli-”.

Jonah groaned, throwing his hands in the air with frustration. “Please tell me you didn’t just bring bags of candy?!” Jack stayed quiet, hesitantly passing a small bag of sour candy to Zach which he zealously accepted.

“We’re foodless? This is a tragedy.” Corbyn complained, lolling his head back on his foldable chair.

Y/n murmured from her place in Grayson’s arms, tucked comfortably with the blanket draped lazily over her legs. “Don’t worry, guys” She got up, heading to one of the tents. Shortly thereafter, she came back with a bag of marshmallows and a bar of chocolate. “I never go into the woods without being able to make s’mores, it’s practically illegal” she said with a giggle. Everyone thanked her gladly as she passed around the bag of marshmallows.

Daniel’s gaze remained on Y/n as she passed him the bag and he grasped her arm gently, caressing it with his thumb. “You’re a lifesaver,” he said honestly with a grin.

Y/n laughed, “It’s okay...but I didn’t bring sticks” She frowned at the rest of the group.

“Oh, we got it, right guys?” Corbyn glanced at the boys who all nodded knowingly.

Daniel furrowed his eyebrows, “we don’t need four boys to go get sticks…” He joked quietly, leaning in closer to Y/n, who got back to her seat.

“Haha, yea…” Y/n faded out, pulling the blanket around her. She watched the fire silently as sparks tumbled upwards into the dark atmosphere. Daniel’s eyes lingered on her figure, cheeks infused with rosy, pink, dimpled with an unfeigned smile. His content expression faltered when he saw Y/n slightly quivering, even though she was sheltered in a soft, woven cocoon.

“Y/n, you cold?” He asked, placing a hand gently on her arm.

She smiled, “yeah, I didn’t think it’d be this cold in summer” she giggled bashfully. She turned to Grayson. Once again, his eyes were glued to his phone and his fingers typed away aimlessly. “Hey, Gray…” Grayson looked up a moment late, almost angrily at his girlfriend.

“What do you…” He began, clearly irritated, though he quieted down when he noticed Daniel’s eyes glaring into his seriously. He cleared his throat before continuing, “What’s up baby?” He pushed a strand of her brunette hair from her forehead and kissed the same spot gently.

Y/n looked at him confused, and even as she felt his gentle kiss, her frown didn’t break. “Uh, can you grab my beanie?” She asked hesitantly, adding a “please” at the end. Grayson nodded lightly, peppering small kisses on her lips and forehead as if to smooth out the grooves etched in her soft skin.

His phone buzzed repeatedly moments later beside her and the persistent flashes of the screen made Y/n trail out of her light trance and she slightly shifted in her spot to reach over and grab it.

“Hey, Gray!” Y/n called out gently. “You got a text from-.” She was cut off before she could even see the small contact’s name on his phone when Grayson appeared in what felt like milliseconds, standing tall in front of her.

“Yeah, thanks babe” Grayson said quickly. “Here’s your beanie.” He said sweetly, placing it gently on her head before pulling it down to fit just right on her head.

“Daniel.” Zach whispered, tapping Daniel’s shoulder to get his attention. He shot his head up, straightening his back and widening his eyes at the touch of his bandmate's hand. Daniel glared at the boy in front of him, sheer confusion etched in his face.

“You scared the crap out of me!” He whispered sharply, glancing over at the other boys behind him. “What do you guys want?”

“Relax, dude...just come with us. But don’t tell Y/n.” Daniel huffed. He knew better than to listen to his cheeky bandmates but figured that his mood could only get better from there. He shifted his body, turning back to Y/n with a gentle smile.

“I’m gonna try and find a bathroom somewhere...or something” Daniel said casually with a chuckle. Y/n turned to him, looking up from her phone.

“Good luck!” She replied. With that, Daniel reluctantly got up from his chair and followed the boys who were a few paces ahead of him. They led him further into the woods, decorated with tall, scrawny trees and bushes that itched his legs. “We’re walking in the woods, in the dark. Great” Daniel muttered quietly as he trudged behind the boys.

They had finally stopped in an area where they couldn’t see Grayson and Y/n, but if Daniel squinted hard enough, he could still make out Y/n’s oversized hoodie and her woolly green beanie.

“Daniel.” Jack started, still wearing his pastel dyed pyjamas. “We’re gonna prank Gray and Y/n.” He informed, revealing two clown face masks that were hidden behind his back. Daniel took one quick glance at the items in Jack’s hands and shook his head.

“No.” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’re not doing that. Y/n’s terrified of clowns. I can’t do that to her.”

“C’mon Daniel, lighten up!” Jonah retorted gently.

Daniel scoffed, “Jonah? Is that you?” He rubbed his eyes jokingly. “I know you’re not exactly the ‘prank type of person’ but you’re agreeing with this?” He flailed his arm out, gesturing to the masks in Jack’s hands.

“You’re right, I’m not a fan of them. But I couldn’t just sit and watch you be an awkward third wheel.” He said with a chuckle. “Let’s just have some fun. That was the whole point of this trip.” He argued.

“Fine.” Daniel surrendered. “Why do you even have those anyway? You didn’t think to bring food, but you brought clown masks” Daniel teased gently. “Classic Jack” He tisked and the boys chuckled. Jack glared at him with his jaw practically on the floor before he broke out into laughter as well.

With fierce determination from most boys and a somewhat clear game plan the bandmates tiptoed back to where Grayson and Y/n were still cuddled up and basking in each other's company. Daniel rolled his eyes at the sight of them but continued sauntering forwards, nearly crab walking - which Zach found extremely funny - to stay hidden. Jack, Zach and Jonah were given the mission of distracting the young couple, so they began walking mischievously. Corbyn carefully followed Daniel, wearing the other identical mask.

Jonah turned back quickly. “Wait. We don’t have sticks!” He whispered sharply to the two other boys, who had completely forgotten about the initial task they were given.

“Don’t worry, I got this” Zach dismissed him with the wave of his hand and began walking forwards confidently.

“Guys! Guys!” He ran up to the young couple, halting in front of them. Zach could see Daniel and Corbyn crouched behind the couple but remained focused and the skid of his shoes sent dirt flying into Grayson’s face. His serious expression faltered, and he broke out into giggles as Grayson angrily dragged his palm across his face. Yet, at just the right moment, Daniel and Corbyn stood up behind them, shrieking loudly.

Both of them shot up and stared at them wide eyed and virtually paralysed to the spot, the horrifying appearance of the fake clowns holding them in a tightening grip. Grayson, who was leaning backwards on his palms, had his very breath sucked from his mouth and he swore he felt his heart beating in his ears.

The boys laughed loudly at their frightened faces and the two boys took off their masks quickly sitting back down in their seats as they joked to each other. Y/n groaned after realizing it was a prank and hid her face with her hands, pulling up the blanket over her head. Grayson, on the other hand, merely huffed loudly in annoyance and his gaze made a quick return to his phone screen. Daniel diverted his attention from the boys to Y/n. His lips curved downwards into a pout, and he jogged over to the side of Y/n’s seat. He slowly caressed her hair, “Y/n…” he spoke nervously, true concern laced in his quiet voice.

Jonah noticed Daniel and Y/n and smacked the boys to shut them up. Their talking and laughter stopped immediately, and their hands habitually grazed the back of their necks or landed in their pockets in embarrassment as they stood there silently.

Meanwhile, Daniel kneeled at Y/n’s side, urging her to pull down the blanket while he apologised profusely. Sure enough, Y/n slowly lifted the blanket off her face, revealing her feigned sad expression. Daniel furrowed his brow, “you, okay?” he asked. Y/n couldn’t hold in her laughter anymore and she broke, shrieking with laughter. “Oh my gosh.” Daniel huffed in relief, his lips finally melting into a faint smile.

“Wait, guys. Where are the sticks?” Y/n asked, looking at the boys expectantly.

“Ughh!” They groaned simultaneously, trudging back into the woods with slouched shoulders. Y/n merely giggled sassily, sneaking a glance at Grayson who didn’t look too thrilled.

---

Daniel sat alone watching the weak fire quietly in the darkness. The crumpled, piece of paper laid in his hands. The soothing breeze calmed his racing thoughts and he absorbed himself in the melody of crickets and light swooshing of trees, letting the gentle aura of nature course through his body. He dropped his gaze to the earthy ground beneath him when he heard footsteps. Through the corner of his eye to see Jonah, walking over with his hands in his pockets and his hood up.

Jonah knew exactly what was going on with his best friend as soon as he saw the familiar piece of paper in his hands.

“How is camping so far?” He tried gently as he sat beside Daniel.

“It’s quiet... which means more thinking about y/n” He spoke quietly, not even a trickle of hesitation in his voice. Jonah sighed tiredly, eyes lingering on Daniel.

“I want her, Jonah.” Daniel whimpered, trying his best not to break out into tears. “And I know I shouldn’t, but I do” “It’s so stupid!” He said in exasperation, holding his head in his hands, elbows leaning on his knees.

“Dani, It's not stupid. You can’t fight how you feel.” Jonah said, smacking his hand to Daniel’s shoulder.

“It just hurts so bad. And I hate it because I want to be happy for her, I really do but I just can’t!” He whimpered, looking at Jonah, who urged him to continue with a small nod. “I mean the guy couldn’t even take a joke back there. I can take two, three, five hundred jokes! And I can sing and play instruments and juggle and-” Jonah chuckled gently, interrupting Daniel from his rambling and he cleared his throat before continuing. “Listen, I know that’s not what’s important. But I can love better than he can. I can make her so happy.” He paused, raking a hand through his hair. “I’m sure of it.” He finished.

“And I’m sure of it too.” Jonah replied, rubbing his hand up and down Daniel’s back soothingly. “I don’t have a perfect, magical answer that will make your hurt go away but I know that what’s meant to be, will be. You’ll get your chance to tell her how you feel okay? It’s all written in that letter anyway, right?” Jonah asked.

“Right.” Daniel replied, gazing at Jonah blankly.

“So, you know how you feel. You just need to tell her at the right time, and everything will work out the way it’s supposed to.” Jonah reassured soothingly. Daniel nodded with a deep sigh, and he straightened his back.

“Let’s get some sleep, okay?” Jonah said lightly.

“Okay.” Daniel said quietly as he got up from his seat.

#daniel seavey imagines #daniel seavey #daniel seavey fanfic #why don't we imagines #why dont we fanfic #why don't we #zach herron #jonah marais #jack avery #corbyn besson #wdw boys #hopefully it's good #it's so late i need to go to bed

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shyvioletcat · 5 years ago

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For Rowaelin: “You can stop hugging me now.” and “You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.” because they go together.

....... @nalgenewhore made me do it. Set is Striking Matches AU

Masterlist

~~~~~

Rowan checked the time on his dash and swore. He was so late.

After Aelin had left he’d only meant to close his eyes for a moment and then had woken up 20 minutes later. There was a text from Aelin waiting for him asking if he could grab her some anti nausea pills and some crackers because she was had a meeting with the principal she couldn’t be late for and she was not feeling well. Even though it would make him even later Rowan would do it for her. He was pulling into the a car park of the chemist when his phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Whitethorn, where are you?” Lorcan snapped.

“I’m late. I’ll be another half hour tops,” Rowan said.

“There’s been an accident. Occupant trapped in car. We’re headed out,” Lorcan said.

“Where?” Rowan asked, Lorcan told him. “I’m close I’ll meet you there.”

“Won’t interrupt your plans?” Lorcan sounded pissed.

“I’ll be there.” Aelin would be pissed if she knew he’d not gone to the accident to bring her crackers.

Rowan grabbed his wallet from the passenger seat, absentmindedly dropping his phone as he did. With his phone in his car he missed the multiple calls from Lorcan as he grabbed what Aelin needed as quick as he could. With his mind on getting to the accident he didn’t bother to check his phone once he was back in the car.

It took Rowan about 5 minutes to get to the accident site. Police, paramedics and the fire engine blocking the view. Rolling down the sleeves of his uniform Rowan approached the fire engine, confused to see Lorcan there. And he was pacing.

“Nice of you to wait for me,” Rowan said as went to walk past him but Lorcan gripped his shoulder.

“You’re not going in there,” Lorcan said.

“What, why?” Rowan said, something sinking in his gut. “Why?”

“I can’t let you onto the site,” Lorcan said, his face hard.

There were only a few reasons they as individuals weren’t allowed onto a rescue site. The most common being that it involved family...

Rowan pushed past Lorcan, ran past the fire engine just so he could see that he was wrong. His world went silent as he saw Aelin’s car, it had been hit on the passengers side, the impact forcing the car to wrap around a pole on the drivers side. Exactly where Rowan couldn’t see.

He needed to get to her. That was the only thought in his entire being. He needed to get to her and get her out. Her name tore from his body and he was moving. Before he could get more than a stumbling step Lorcan had him by the bicep.

“You can’t.”

Rowan went to move but Lorcan held him firmer. Then Rowan was yelling her name over and over as Lorcan held him back. Aelin needed him.

“Calm down. Now.” Lorcan’s voice brooked no argument. “You need to let our team do their job. You’re going to distract them.”

Lorcan’s words sunk in and Rowan’s body stopped fighting.

“She’s pregnant,” Rowan’s throat was raw as he whispered the words. “Aelin... she’s...”

“Shit. Shit.” Lorcan reached for the radio on his shoulder. “Gavriel.”

Rowan slumped to the ground as he watched his team work on the car. Then Gavriel’s voice crackled over the radio.

“What Lorcan?” His voice was snappish, focused on the task ahead of him, so unlike his usual soft tone.

“Aelin’s pregnant,” Lorcan said. “Rowan’s here, he’s told me.”

Gavriel swore. “We’re working on the door now. She’s non-responsive, but she doesn’t look too bad. The pole hit further towards the back seat.”

That was little comfort to Rowan. She could have multiple internal injuries. And the baby... they wouldn’t be able to tell until she was at the hospital. Rowan heard the hydraulic tools start up, he couldn’t see exactly which ones his team was using, but something about the sound of them made him want to vomit.

“It’ll be all right, Rowan,” Lorcan said. Rowan hadn’t even noticed that he’d knelt down beside him. Rowan could tell that Lorcan wanted to believe the words he said, but until Aelin was out of the car they were just empty words.

It felt like an eternity as Rowan waited, watched. He could see his team doing their job, he knew exactly what they were doing. He had done it himself so many times that he’d lost count but this was different. This was Aelin. And their baby.

“Lorcan,” this time it was Fenrys’ voice over the radio.

“Here,” Lorcan said.

“Aelin’s breathing. We’ve got the door open the paramedics are checking her over. From what I can see there’s some damage to her arm and she’s got a small would on her head.”

“Alright,” Lorcan said.

Then there was silence again as Rowan indeed saw the paramedics moving around the drivers side door. He couldn’t see much because they were behind the car, but he knew their protocol. They would check Aelin for injuries, making sure it was safe to move her. The problem was if she unconscious she wouldn’t be able to tell them if her back, or neck or legs were hurt. And Rowan was stuck here not being able to do anything.

“They’re getting her out,” Fenrys voice came from the radio on Lorcan’s shoulder. “Once she’s on the stretcher, Rowan can come over.”

Vaughan and Connall were carrying the equipment away from the car, but Gavriel and Fenrys were staying close it seemed. Part of Rowan was thankful for that, they could be there when he couldn’t.

“Tell him to come,” Gavriel said over the radio.

Rowan didn’t wait for Lorcan to reply before he was sprinting for where he saw the paramedics lifting the stretcher. By the time he reached her they had put a bit of distance between them and the crash, Rowan couldn’t bear to look at it, all he could look at Aelin, he head above the blanket her face pale and bloody.

“Aelin,” he breathed. “Aelin, love... I’m here.”

Aelin didn’t stir, she just lay there, swaying slightly with the movement of the stretcher. When the paramedics got to the ambulance they placed the stretcher on the trolly that would allow them the move her in more smoothly.

“You riding with us?” One of the paramedics asked.

Rowan only nodded. Although it almost killed him, he stood back as they moved Aelin into the back of the ambulance. Waited until they checked her over again, made sure she was secure. Then one paramedic jumped out and went to the drivers seat. The other stayed in the back and nodded to Rowan who climbed in, sitting down and reaching for Aelin’s hand that was now uncovered.

“How many weeks pregnant is she?” The paramedic asked, his voice gentle and calm. Rowan recognised it as his emergency responder voice. Rowan had one, he used it when talking those involved in whatever emergency he’d been called to. Until today he had never been on the receiving end of it.

“10 weeks, almost 11,” Rowan managed to explain without falling apart completely.

“It doesn’t look like there’s any bleeding so that’s a good sign,” the paramedic said as he checked over Aelin’s vitals.

Just then Aelin groaned, her face twisted in pain. Immediately the paramedic sprung into action, moving to make sure Aelin didn’t move any more than she had.

“Ms Galathynius, you’ve been in a car accident I need you to be as still as you can,” he said.

She only groaned again, it sounded some like a yes.

“I’m here, Aelin,” Rowan said, holding her hand tighter.

“Ro?” Aelin moved so she could try and see him.

“Don’t move, please love,” Rowan pleaded. “Stay still.”

“The baby?” The hand that Rowan wasn’t holding went to her stomach.

“We won’t know until were at the hospital,” the paramedic supplied.

Aelin let out a broken sob, “I’m so sorry, Rowan... I’m...”

Rowan shushed her gently. “It’s aright. We’re almost there.

“What if...” Aelin couldn’t finish her sentence, from tears or because she couldn’t utter the thing she feared most.

They passed the rest of the ride in silence, Rowan thought Aelin might have lost consciousness against. Or she was praying to every god she could think of that their baby was okay. Just like Rowan was.

The ambulance stopped and a few moments later the doors opened. Rowan got out and got out of the way of the paramedics as they gently unloaded Aelin.

“Rowan,” she whispered, he head turning as she searched for him.

“I’m here, I won’t be far I promise,” Rowan said as he walked beside the stretcher. Rowan could see the tears that ran tracks down her cheeks as her hand rested on her stomach, her thumb brushing against the blanket.

~~~~~

The first they did was check for any spiral injuries now that Aelin was awake. Thankfully she had none, which meant that she was able to move more freely. Next on Aelin’s instance they were checking on the baby before they did anything else. They were just waiting in their room for a doctor to arrive with an ultrasound sound machine.

“How do you feel?” Rowan asked, not for the first time, from where he sat in the chair beside the bed.

“My body hurts,” Aelin said. Then after a few quiet moments she added. “I’m scared.”

“Me too,” Rowan said as he kissed her hand.

They didn’t say anything else, only waited. They both jumped when the doctor came in unexpectedly carrying what looked like a bulky laptop.

“I know you’re very anxious so, I’m not going to mess around here,” she said.

She pushed up Aelin’s shirt before she gelled up the wand and put it to Aelin’s stomach. Neither Aelin or Rowan could see the screen that the doctor squinted at as she shifted the wand around. The only sound Rowan could hear was his own breathing and heartbeat, so loud in his ears. Then the doctor smiled.

“Your baby is fine,” the doctor said,

“Oh thank the gods,” Aelin breathed.

“From what I can see, there is no reason to be concerned. The placenta looks perfect and everything else is as it should be. Because of where your uterus is at the moment the baby is actually pretty well protected. Still, you are very lucky. Have you had a scan yet?”

“No,” Aelin said, her voice thick with tears.

The doctor turned the screen so that both Rowan and Aelin could see.

“Oh,” Aelin gasped.

As plain as day Rowan could see their baby on the screen, a blur of black and grey, but he could make out the shape of something that looked like a tiny human.

“Considering what happened I think you should stay in for observation for a few days, but I am very hopeful,” the doctor said with small smile.

Rowan saw that Aelin could only nod. He felt very much the same, he didnt know if her had words for this moment. The relief, the joy. The doctor left after, taking the ultrasound machine with her and telling the both of them she would organise to rest of the checks. As soon doctor left Aelin sat up all the way holding her arms out to Rowan. Within a heartbeat Rowan had her in his arms, holding her as tight as he could but being conscious of her hurts. Rowan could feel that his cheeks were wet with tears but he let them fall. Aelin was okay, the baby was okay. They had been so unbelievably lucky.

“You can stop hugging me now,” Aelin said after a while, her voice muffled with her face against his chest.

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you,” Rowan said, and for good measure he dropped a kiss to Aelin’s head. That contact had her wincing and Rowan pulled away, worried at the pain he caused. “Sorry.”

“I’m fine,” Aelin told him.

“What happened, Aelin?” Rowan asked. He hadn’t had the will to ask her before now, with seeing how hurt she was and if the baby was alright Rowan hadn’t been able to bring himself to ask.

“I was just driving,” Aelin explained. “I don’t... I don’t think I was doing anything wrong. Then the other car hit me and then I was in the ambulance.” Aelin let out a shuddering sigh, “Rowan, I’m so —“

“Don’t say it,” Rowan cupped her face gently. “Don’t say it. This isn’t your fault.”

Aelin tried to smile but failed.

“We’ll do everything we can to make sure you and the baby are all right, I promise,” Rowan said.

Aelin lent into him and Rowan held her gently. They would get through this together, no matter what happened.

~~~~~

It took hours for Aelin to get fully checked over. Some of the scans and things took longer because they had to be mindful of her pregnancy. But by the end of all of them Aelin came out of the accident with a small cut on her forehead, a sprained wrist, some bruising to her ribs and a very mild concussion. It was all a reminder that this could have been much worse. But they had been blessed enough by some deity that it wasn’t.

After all the tests Rowan has climbed into the bed besides Aelin, letting her lean on him in the most comfortable position. Rowan didn’t want to let her go, ever. His hand over Aelin’s as it rested on her stomach, every once and a while Rowan brushed a soft kiss to her cheek, each one a silent confirmation of his love. Eventually there was a knock on the door, and both he and Aelin looked up to see Fenrys poking his head in.

“Can we come in?” He asked.

Rowan looked to Aelin and she nodded. Then Fenrys walked in, followed by Connall, then Vaughan, Gavriel and finally Lorcan. With all five of them standing in the room they barely fit. Rowan heard Aelin snort softly at the sight.

“How are you?” Gavriel asked, looking the most concerned.

“I’ll be okay,” Aelin said.

“And the baby?” Fenrys asked a little quietly.

“It should be fine,” Aelin said and she smiled up at Rowan’s before turning back to her visitors. “I’m being kept in for observation but it all looks good.”

They all blew out a heavy breath as if they had been holding it, all looking beyond relieved.

“Thank you all for what you did,” Aelin then said. That was met with a lot of shrugs and dismissive don’t worry about its. “But I’m swearing you all to secrecy. I’ve been planning the announcement for months, so don’t go blabbing to anyone and run my plans.”

They all nodded their agreement except Lorcan who looked as if he were avoiding Aelin’s eye. Her brows rose. “Lorcan?” Her voice was little more than a demand.

“I may have said something to Elide,” Lorcan mumbled looking very uncomfortable. “But I’m sure she won’t say anything.”

“Rowan my phone please,” Aelin said. Rowan couldn’t read the expression on her face. When she had the phone she typed away, then smiled. “I’ve just sworn Elide to secrecy. Lucky for you Lorcan, I know don’t have to enlist her to kick your ass for your lack of better judgement. I would do it myself but,” Aelin looked up at Rowan, now laying her hand atop of his where it lay on her stomach, her eyes full of quiet hope, “you know.”

~~~~~

I’m probably never going to do lasting damage to these guys but it can’t always be sunshine and hot firefighters.

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dreamingabouttaron · 4 years ago

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The Assistant Part 5

Weeks past and you didn’t hear a single thing from Taron. You feel hurt and confused. You try to distract yourself with work, replying to emails, organising interviews for clients, reviewing scripts for clients but your mind was constantly brought back to Taron. You had never felt so humiliated, had you got the wrong end of the stick? Was he scared? Did you do something wrong? Your mind span with question after question. For the past week, you had found it near impossible to not check Taron’s social media. But nothing. Not a single post or like. You started to worry. It was only a couple of days before you were supposed to be going with Taron to assist him with the filming of Robin Hood.

As you sat at your desk at work, surrounded with piles of approved and unapproved scripts for clients; your eye was caught when you noticed your boss walk back into the office after her lunch meeting followed by a certain someone. You quickly snap your head to look down at your desk, you feel your heart pounding in your chest. Try to look busy. You thought. You picked up the nearest script and opened it at a random page. You hear Lindy’s office door shut and you slam the script shut, sit back in your chair and release a sigh of relief. Did he look at me? Did he even notice me?

“What the heck was that about?”

You jump at the sound of James voice. You turn to look at him and blush. “Oh nothing, just thought I read something in here…” You voice trails off knowing how unconvincing you sound.

“Sure…” He looks smug, “How about we go and make ourselves some tea?” He stands up and holds his hand out to you. You giggle and take his hand and follow him into the office kitchen. The kitchen itself was small but sweet, perfect for part time use at work. It was a space that allowed the colleagues to catch up and socialise during their breaks.

“Right, spill it!” James demand as he starts to boil the kettle.

“It’s a long story. Just promise me you won’t tell anyone. I can’t be dealing with everyone knowing my business.” You get two mugs out of the cupboard and place a tea bag in each. You see James nod which encourages you to continue. You gently wrap your hands around the cold ceramic material of one of the cups, perhaps this was to ground yourself and give yourself something to focus on.

***

Once you had explained everything to James you took the last sip of your tea and placed the cup back down on the coffee table in front of you. You look at him waiting for a sign. You scan this face but his expression was hard to read.

“Please say something” You begged.

James places a warm hand on your leg and smiles. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise. I’m sure he’s got a lot going on at the moment and just needs some time to think.”

You nod in agreement. You had hoped that was the case. “I hope so. Thank you for letting me vent, it’s been a strange few weeks.”

“I’m here whenever you need me. Now don’t you dare keep me out the loop with everything that happens over filming!” You both giggle, relived to have got everything off your chest. You knew that James was going to be a good friend, “I mean it! I’m here for this, I can see you both together!”

You once again thank James and you both get back to your desks; just as you were getting comfortable in your office chair you watch Taron and Lindy leave her office. You felt a lot better after talking to James, you didn’t feel as though you had to hide from him this time. You raise your eye line when you see Taron slowly glide his way over to your desk. His hands tucked into his jacket pockets just like that had been the last time you saw him. You can feel James eyes glued into your side watching every move.

“Good afternoon Taron.” You smile as you contain several emotions racing through your body.

“Good afternoon Megan.” His eyes looked lost, you wanted to reach out and hold him.

“How can I help you?” You tried to remain as emotionless as possible. You could see in his eyes that he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

He cleared his throat, “Can you contact the studio about the bow and arrow please? I have it from rehearsals but the studio need to pick it up to fly it out before Thursday.”

You put your professional hat on and nodded and smiled politely. “Of course, anything else?”

He took his time, you watched his eyes scan your face until he finally shook his head, “No. I’ll see you on Thursday.” And with that he was gone.

You watch him float out of the office, you bit the inside your mouth wishing you had said something. Why was he so blunt? You look over at James and you both shrug.

“Don’t think about it. You’re fine!” He calls over to you as you feel a lump form in your throat. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine You repeat to yourself as you get onto the studio as requested.

***

A few days later you are stirred from your sleep by the sound of your alarm. You groan and reach over to turn your alarm off. 5:00am. Fantastic. You lay in bed and consider if you had enough time to stay there for another few moments. You felt too safe and comfortable wrapped in your duvet. You knew that from the moment you unwrapped yourself, that safe feeling wouldn’t be returning. Not until you figured out what was going on with Taron. You run your hands over your sleepy face hoping to make you feel more awake. You could feel that you were on the verge of falling back to sleep when your second alarm started. Right, here we go. You thought and resistantly pulled the covers off your body. The cold air shocked your body encouraging you to jump straight in the shower to wake you up.

***

You thanked your Uber driver as he assists you with your luggage. You hadn’t packed much, you’d tried to pack as efficiently as possible. You wheeled your case into the terminal at Gatwick Airport. You looked around the fairly calm airport, no sign of Taron. You got your phone out of your pocket and sent Taron a text alerting him that you had arrived at the airport. After not receiving a reply, you decided to stand in line to check in. The line was pretty short and you had checked in and sent your luggage off in no time. You checked the time and started to panic. You had one job Megan! Why didn’t you contact him earlier? Maybe he slept in? Maybe he’s stuck in traffic? Or, maybe he’s just ignoring your messages. If so, this wasn’t going to be a fun trip.

You decide the best thing to do was to call Taron. You hovered over his name and number on your phone, you knew you had too but it still feel intimidating, especially after not speaking for weeks. You build up the courage and pressed hard and fast on his name. You raise the phone to your ear and listen to the dial tone over and over. Just as you were about to hang up, he picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me. I’m at the airport. Where are you?”

“I’ll be there in a moment, I’m just getting my bags out the car. Could you come and help me?”

“Of course, I’ll come out the front now. See you in a sec.” You smile at yourself feeling proud. See that wasn’t too bad. You thought as you placed your phone back into your pocket and confidently stride out to the front of the terminal. You instantly spot Taron with all his bags. You chuckle to yourself watching him struggle. He had bags all over the pavement and a bag flung over his shoulder which swung from side to side hitting the side of his body as he pulled another case out of the trunk of the car.

“Someone’s packed lightly.” You tease, receiving an exasperated look in return. “Let me help.” You help Taron and the driver unload the car. He thanks the driver and turns to look at you.

“Good morning, I’m so sorry I’m late. It’s been one hell of a morning already.” He apologises and uses his eyes to win you over. How could they not?

“It’s fine you don’t need….” You are sharply interrupted.

“T! I finally found one.”

You look to your right to see a stunning tall brunette stride over to you with a luggage trolly. Your eyes looked her up and down, you couldn’t stop looking at her legs. Fuck.

You snap your head in Taron’s direction, the look on your face must have been priceless.

“You must be Megan, I’ve heard so much about you.” The tall brunette smiles and goes to shake your hand.

“Megan, this is Emily. My girlfriend.”

Fuck.

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sincerlypadfoot · 4 years ago

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The Heart And The Head

Word Count - 2056

“You know any witch or wizard would be so happy to being going through the platform, what's wrong my darling?” Mr. Coyota, my dad said, bending down so we were face to face.

“I don’t wanna leave you and uncle,” I swallowed, looking up at my uncle who stood behind my dad, with a sliy smile on his face, he bend down and gently put his hand on his cheek.

“Mia, you’re are going to be the brightest Ravenclaw out there, the smartest, most bravest and hopefully the best prankster,” Elijah, my uncle said with a smile, getting a little kick in the leg from my dad. We had the same eyes, golden yellow with green, it ran in the family with my dad too.

“I know, but,” I started to say but the clock run behind us. “It’s time to go,” I mumbled looking up at the clock, five to eleven.

“Come on now, your dad will take your trolly, take my hand, we can do it together,” Elijah said interlocking our hands. “Now,” He started running, I followed along, we both ran together through the wall and stood infornt of a train.

“Your cousin Remus should be on board now, I talked to his parents and they should have told him to accompany you through your first year, since your both the same age now,” My dad said standing behind the both of us.

“I’ll miss you both,” I said wrapping my tiny hands around the both of them as much as I could. “See you winter break?” I questioned.

“We will be here to pick you up, go on now, your gonna miss the train,” My dad said handing me my trolly.

“I love you,” I shouted to the both of them before getting on the train, I stood at the steps for a moment looking at the both of them then took off.

Third and Fourth years roamed the train, taking ever carriage for themselves and saving some for others, some first years were running in and out of carriages, screaming and laughing, never was this something I would do at home.

“I haven't seen you in what, a year and you’ve changed your hair to brown?” I heard behind me, hearing the voice of my third favorite person in the word.

“Remus, I feared that I was gonna be to weird for you,” I said sarcastically turning around, he wasn't alone. A boy with neat but messy almost black hair stood on the right of him and another with longer brown hair stood on the other side. “Mia Coyota,” I introduced putting my hand out for the both of them.

“James Potter, and this is Sirius Black,” The boy with neat messy hair said, I had shaken both of their hands with a smile.

“Come on now, we have a carriage just down here,” Remus said turning on his heels and walking down the hallway that I had just walked down. I small strand of pink hair brushed down my face, turning slowly back to brown.

“This is Peter,” Remus introduced as we got to our seat, Peter meet Mia, my cousin,” Remus said with a smile. We sat down in the carriage, Peter, James and Sirius all fighting for space as Remus and I watched.

“Can we talk later, just you and I?” I asked him before the three boys could pay attention. “You know our secret thing,” I whispered looking up at my hair.

“Yeah, once we get to hogwarts, I was gonna ask you the same,” He said just in time as the three boys who sat infront of us got comfortable.

“So Mia, your Remus’ cousin now? Whats all this secrets?” James asked making Peter kick his foot. I looked at Remus with a smile.

“You know James, we only just met and you're already look for secret, what a fun seven years,” Remus joked making Sirius chuckle.

The five of us talked away, telling each other about ourselves. Peters biggest fear was four walls closing in, Sirius was a huge flirt, which was annoying, and James had the perfect family, a mother and father.

“We should change into our robes, we’re close, I can see some lights,” Remus said pointing out the window, all four of the boys stuck there faces to the window to look at the lights Remus was pointing at.

“See you guys at hogwarts then,” I said to the four, grabbing my robe that laid beside me and walked out wandering around to the bathroom. “Excuse me,” I said to a blonde girl dressed in her robe with her back to me.

“Dear goodness you scared me, I was just about to get the last chocolate frog,” A blonde headed girl said turning around with her hand on her heart. “Hey your a first year too, i’m Marlene,” She said sticking out her hand.

“Mia Coyota,” I said with a smile shaking her hand back. “I could help you,” I said to her looking at the tiny whole she tried sticking her hand in. My hand extended and became skinny, fitting in the whole her hand was trying to get in, the chocolate frog slide right into my hand, forming with it.

“Your a metamorphmagus?!” She said with a smile on her face as I handed her a chocolate frog, watching my hand go back to normal.

“It’s a secret,” I said taking a licorish from the cart that stood beside us. “Do you know where the bathroom is, so I could change?” I asked Marlene as she munched on the chocolate frog.

“Yeah come on,” She said pointing down a couple carts. “You are so cool,” She said as she finished her frog. “I wish I was like that, I could be the prettiest girl in the world,” She gushed pointing to a door. “Just in there, i’ll wait here,” Marlene said leaning on a wall opposite of the bathroom door.

“Thanks,” I said with a smile, knocking on the large door before entering. The first thing I did was look in the mirror that stood infront. A low brown color started turning a bright blue, then to a green, then orange and faded back to brown. I tossed my robe on, looking away from the mirror.

“Hey, so I have tons of questions for you,” Marlene said as I swung the door open. “If you don’t mind, it’s just I never have met someone like you and I think it’s so cool,” She said with a big smile on her face, Remus was the same way, but a little less gritty.

“Shoot whatever you wanna know i’ll tell you,” I said to Marlene, she walked beside me, guiding her back to my carriage.

“Can you turn into a animal?” She said first., I nodded my head. “Any animal?” She added, I nodded again. “Who all knows?” She asked looking at me.

“My dad, uncle, cousin Remus and now you,” I answered making her face light up. “But I don’t want people to know please, so if you could keep it a secret I would really like it,” I confessed to her.

“Not a soul will know about this,” She said opening the carriage door filled with the group of boys, and Remus and arguing with one another.

“This is Marlene, I introduced, all the boys stopped arguing and looked over. “She’s gonna sit with us,” I announced taking my seat next to Remus, leaving enough room for Marlene. A little less then a hour passed our train pulled up to the station.

“Gryffindor common room, here I come,” James said darting out of the train first, slowly followed my Remus, Sirius, Peter then Marlene and I.

“What house are you aiming for?” Marlene asked jumping off the train stepped and onto the platform. “I think I want Gryffindor, I heard if your on their quidditch team they’re parties are sick,” She said making me laugh.

“My dad and uncle are ravenclaw so I think they want me to follow them, so I’d like Ravenclaw to make them happy,” I started to say but got interrupted.

“Firs’ years over here, come on now, into the boats,” A tall hairy man shouted at the group of first years who all looked lost. “Don’t fall into the water now, gonna be a nasty mess to clean up,” He said making some of the first years look at each other in fear.

“Come on Mia, don’t fall in the water,” Marlene joked taking my hand and helping me into the boat. I sat down to see a short pixie hair girl with a red head standing beside her, they both looked nervous and lost.

“Oi, come to our boat,” I shouted at the two grabbing their attention quickly, the both looked over to each other and sat with Marlene and I.

“I’m Alice,” The pixie haired girl said with a smile, she seemed nervous, tapping her foot at the bottom of the boat as they started to row by themselves.

“Lily Evans,” The redhead said with confidence, I saw you on the train, talking with James and Sirius, those too are nothing but trouble,” She muttered looking over at the four boys, Sirius and Peter rocking the boat making James laugh and Remus look over the edge trying to see the water.

“The one with the scars on his face is my cousin Remus, he’s quiet and shy but could be one of the funniest people I know,” I chuckled looking at the silly boys a couple boats down.

“Look, hogwarts,” James screamed causing everyone in their boats to turn around to a castle filled with lights, people coming in and out and towers all over.

“Definitely going to get lost in there,” I whispered making the three girls laugh. “My names Mia Coyota, this is Marlene,” I interested turning my vision away from the castle and too the two girls who sat with us. “Which house are you two hoping for?” I asked

“Gryffindor, I hope we all get gryffindor cause that mean we could all share a room,” Alice said with confidence, I looked at Marlene with a smile, knowing that I was going to be in Ravenclaw, bursting her bubble, but I let her keep it for a bit.

We all made our way inside, awaiting for Professor McGonagall to call out our names, Lily was picking at her fingernails, now standing beside a long black haired boy.

“Marlene Mckinnon,” McGonagall called first, making me look over at her standing beside me, practically leaning on me.

“Good luck,” I whispered to her, she smiled at me a bit then walked up with as much confidence as she could build up, sitting her ass on the chair and giving me a thumbs up, shortly after she sat down and the hat was placed on her head the decision was made.

“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat shouted causing a uproar from the gryffindor table. James, Peter, Remus, Sirius, Alice and Lily all got called into Gryffindor too, it was me and a boy clint left.

“Mia Coyota,” McGonagall called, I took a quick breath and looked at the boy who stood beside me, he gave me a quick node and I walked up to the chair.

“Please Ravenclaw,” I whispered hearing some of the girls on the train talk about the hat and that it listens to your request. “Please put me in ravenclaw,” I whispered again.

“Gryffindor,” The hat said with a chuckle catching me off guard, my eyes went from the people at the Ravenclaw table to over at the Gryffindor table where Remus and Marlene were waving me down like a airplane.

“Gryffindor?” I questioned looking up at the hat. “I think the hat got it wrong,” I said looking at the professor who stood beside me.

“The hat is never wrong, now move along please,” McGonagall said taking the hat off my head. I got up from the chair, taking one look at the hat then at the Ravenclaw table then back at the Gryffindor.

“Seems like someone else got in a house they don’t want,” Marlene whispered in my ear looking over at Sirius Black whos head was faced down on the table, James, Remus and Peter all comforting him.

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midnight-hotel · 5 years ago

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Scenario of how would Alastor react to his crush singing Tape Five - Bad Boy Good Man? (I really like this song!) Like, they're happily singing and stop immediately when they saw Alastor just watching them. Is it ok? Good luck on your new blog :3

A maid of the Happy Hotel, that is all you really were around these parts. You weren’t anyone special, not very powerful and hardly worth a second glance. You were attractive, no doubt about that, but so were a lot of others down in hell, so it hardly made you different from anyone else walking down the street. It was with this knowledge that you found comfort in being able to roam around Hell without too much trouble. There was no reason for any demon to go out of their way to give you trouble- most of the time. The most attention you received these days was within the Happy Hotel, better known around hell as the Hazbin Hotel. A cruel name, started by the Radio Demon himself, but continued on by the citizens of hell, even after he changed the sign back to how it was supposed to be.

As a maid, you were busy almost every day, cleaning up messes made by the few patrons the hotel now had, or simply dusting rooms that weren’t currently in use. It was a drag doing the same thing every day, but at the same time, you found an odd sense of peace in the routine you had developed. You would hook your small speaker to your belt and connect your phone to the device to listen to music as you worked. People like Husk and Angel complained every now and then at first, but as you refused to stop, everyone came to accept that they’ll be bound to hear some music whenever you were nearby. It was a fantastic way to locating you within the hotel, that’s for sure. An excellent cover to sneak up on you too, many getting away with scaring the life out of you whenever you’re cleaning. Well- scare the hell out of you maybe? Life and hell both don’t sound right but you get the idea.

A soft cough rattled your chest as you inhaled some dust, lowering your head to prevent yourself from inhaling anymore too easily. You allowed yourself to cough a few times, trying to clear your throat of the unfortunate irritation and momentarily blocking your hearing off from the music coming from the speaker resting on your hip. Your lungs ached for a moment as you let out a slightly harsher cough, before you righted yourself and took in a breath to make up for what you had lost during your little fit.

“Damn old hotel. There’s too much dust- too much to clean- probably gonna give me some weird ass condition or disease,” you huffed, pressing the back of your hand to your lips to cover another short cough.

It was as you finally gained some kind of relief from the uncomfortable sensation in your throat, that you focused back on your music, the song you had previously been humming, slowly came to an end. The soft melody towards the end stopped bouncing off the walls of the hotel room you were cleaning before the room itself was filled with nothing but your soft breaths, unsteady from your moment of wheeziness. It was in that silence, as you stood straight and raised your duster once more, that the next song on your shuffled playlist came on, a familiar tune filled the air that sent a rush of excitement through your veins. You liked- no- you loved this song. This song never failed to bring a smile to your face and a swing to your hips. You could never sit still when the beat met your ears, simply ordering you to cave and bend to its will.

You dropped a hand down to the little speaker attached to your belt and turned it right up, the music bouncing off the walls before the first verse pelted from the small device. At first, you simply swayed your hips as you hummed along, continuing to work away, dusting off the bedside tables and the curtains before putting your duster away and pulling the sheets off the bed so you could replace them. You were expecting a guest in this room soon apparently. Couldn’t have them sleeping on a bed covered in dust and who knows what else. You’re pretty sure you saw Angel come into this room at some stage for whatever reason so you were sure not even Lucifer wanted to know what could be on those sheets.

Old sheets thrown out into the hallway, in your trolly, and new ones sitting on the chest that was stationed down at the end of the bed, a plush cushion protecting its wooden surface from any threats to it’s shiny finish. You grabbed the fitted sheet and began to make the bed, the lyrics beginning to spill from your lips.

“Bebop sliding down my back, never alone when I hit the sack. Swings a thing with a ringa-ding-ding, I get wings when I sing – Ragtime reason and rhyme, I’m the reason you’re divine. Rhumba mambo Latin samba.” You knew the lyrics like the back of your hand, not needing to pay attention to the singer, just the tune itself. “I’m a bad boy…” you would continue to sing, sliding the remaining corner of the sheet over the mattress before spinning back over to the pile of bedding left on the chest, picking up the next sheet to set it on the mattress.

With your attention so lost in the music, the lyrics and your movements, of course you didn’t notice the tall figure standing in the doorway, watching your every move like a predator watching its prey. He had been with Charlie, discussing ideas for the hotel while sipping at some coffee in the kitchen. His red eyes were focused on the blonde sitting across from him, who was happily explaining one of her bright ideas to him and clearly subconsciously tapping her fingers against the tabletop. At first it was completely mindless, just tapping, but once he had started talking, his sharp ears caught onto a pattern in the tapping that had suddenly appeared. At first, he figured she had some sort of song stuck in her head, maybe one she had come up with herself, but then he heard the music.

His ears perked up at the music that had suddenly become louder, clearly coming from upstairs. It was swing, he recognised it instantly, but the song itself was foreign to him. It wasn’t surprising he didn’t recognise it; he did die a very long time ago. He knew exactly who was playing it too. It had to have been you. You were the only one who paraded around with your music playing aloud.

“Do excuse me my dear, I have just remembered there is something I must do,” he excused himself from Charlie, finishing the last mouthful of his coffee before standing and leaving the kitchen. He rounded the corner and then vanished into the shadows, reappearing upstairs to find not only the music, but now your lovely voice that had suddenly joined the tune coming from the device usually attached to your hip. And now here he was, standing in the doorway of an unused hotel room, watching as you swayed your hips from side to side and sung along to the song, he could only raise a brow at. An interesting choice of music indeed, but catchy, nonetheless.

You twirled around, giggling softly to yourself as you reached out and grabbed a pillowcase to snuggly wrap around one of the plush pillows. Watching as your skirt flared out around you as you spun and listening to that innocent giggle, Alastor hadn’t realised that his usually intimidating smile had softened, his cold hard warming- all because of you. The demon was besotted with you, completely and utterly so and it was such an unfamiliar feeling to the overlord that he didn’t now what to do with that feeling. Millions of demons overpopulated the depts of hell and no one but you managed to make his heart do things it rarely did even when he was alive. Had he ever felt this way in the past? Was there a southern bell in his past that made his heart swell with warmth and adoration like you have since meeting mere months ago? No- he doubted it, because this feeling was far too foreign to him. Foreign, but not completely unknown.

Lost in his own thoughts, just like you were lost in your own little world, he didn’t notice you turn around to grab something from your trolley, finally noticing him and letting out a squeal of surprise and embarrassment. Just how long had he been standing there? He snapped to attention- though to you it just looked as if your reaction made his smile widen.

“Alastor, don’t sneak up on me like that,” you scolded, turning your music down, the song coming to an end as you did. You took in a deep breath, brushing down your skirt before gazing back up at him, figuring he had a reason for suddenly appearing before you. You could only hope he had only just arrived and hadn’t seen you singing and dancing for more than a couple seconds.

“My apologies darling, but I couldn’t help but become curious over the stunning voice coming from upstairs,” Alastor claimed in his usual charming way, of course smiling down at you as he always did. “To find it was you singing though, my dear- you’re quite the canary if I do say so myself!”

You flushed lightly at his compliment, embarrassed at the confirmation that he had indeed heard her singing, but flattered all the same.

“Thank you, Al, that’s very kind of you to say,” you thanked him, biting your lip lightly and looking down at the floor for a moment. Has the carpet always been this stained? This would surely drive Niffty insane.

“I was going to ask if you would happen to be free for a dance, though unfortunately, that sing you had there has unfortunately come to an end,” he hummed, faking disappointment, but there was no way he didn’t have something up his sleeve.

“If it’s all the same to you however, darling, perhaps we could settle for another song instead.” Offering a gloved hand to you, swing music played seemed to play out of nowhere and your own quite music was now nowhere to be heard. Letting out a soft laugh, and brushing yourself down one more time, you accepted his hand, being pulled in close almost instantly.

“I suppose I could spare the time for a dance.”

#bad boy good man #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 5 years ago

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FFT: you jump, i jump jack; pete dunne

Notes:

This came to my main asks via @vonschweetz and it got me thinking... What if I redid Barbie and Pete entirely. And made Barbie a brattier little Omega, more resistant. I still might want to do this, we shall see... It was an interesting take.

Summary:

Bratty omega meets stubborn as fuck alpha. let the games begin.

Pairing:

Pete Dunne x OFC, Barbie

Warnings:

Uhh... flirtation and banter, bratty omegas and stubborn alphas. It’s cute. Seriously. I might actually try doing something with this.

Barbie looked from man to man, totally unimpressed. Folding her arms, she cleared her throat when they finally took a break from their whole territorial thing. “Will you two kindly knock it the fuck off? And get lost, your Alpha stink is probably what’s keeping my true Alpha from making himself known.”

“You don’t have an Alpha. You could have me, but you won’t stop being stubborn.”

“I’d clearly be better for you than that asshole. C’mon. Think about it. You and me, baby.”

“All you two idiots are doing is making me dryer than the Sahara desert. Fuck off.” Barbie practically spat the words at the two men and luckily, it was enough to send them away. This time.

… oh but those two twat waffles will be back. They always come back… if I could just hurry and figure out who back here is my true Alpha…

… but what if it’s somebody you don’t want to be mated to?…

… anyone has to be better than Oney Lorcan and fucking Matt Cross… anyone…

Almost as if she’d summoned it, the scent was back again and it was… So heavy. It dominated the air and Barbie breathed in deep. Fanning herself, she leaned back against the brick wall and let her eyes flit around the room, careful to not settle on any particular member of the roster.

It couldn’t be Tyler Bate or Trent Seven.

She knew it wasn’t any of the Undisputed Era, she’d gotten close enough to each man earlier in the week to realize that they were not only not the scent she’d been trying to find, but their scents all actually repulsed her.

None of them had that unique combination of Big Red chewing gum and freshly upturned earth like this scent. And while normally, the scent of dirt did literally nothing for her, in this case it was… Like the most erotic thing she’d ever smelled in her life.

It wasn’t Johnny Gargano, either.

So far, no one she’d tried to get close to matched this particular scent.

Distractedly, Barbie stepped away from the wall and gave in to the urge to follow her nose. As she started to walk down the hall, the scent got heavier and heavier, beckoning her. Turning a corner and entering catering, she managed to collide with Pete Dunne around the same time that the scent suddenly intensified. Pete gripped her arms, a gruff swear coming as he said something to her about watching where she walked, only to trail off in mid sentence.

“It’s you.”

They both said it at the same time, but Dakota called out to her and she bit her lip, staring up at her true Alpha a few seconds, trying to get a read on how the current situation affected him.

She couldn’t. He masked his thoughts on the matter heavily.

Barbie’s face fell and she turned abruptly, hurrying over to Dakota and one or two of the other girls.

Pete blinked and turned to scowl at Tyler, who’d just come up behind him and shoved him playfully. “What was ‘at about, Dunney?”

“I found ‘er.”

“And yer not over there with ‘er why? Who was it?”

“The blonde talkin t’ Dakota and the other girls. Th’ one with curly hair.”

Tyler followed his friends gaze and he gave a low and appreciative whistle as he muttered quietly, “Y’ lucky fuckin bastard. Well don’t let me stop y’. Go on, go to ‘er.”

Pete raised a brow and rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“Yer an idiot, Dunney.”

“Don’t think she was too happy with th’ realization I’m ‘er Alpha.”

“Or maybe, she took one look at yer grouchy mug and retreated because she thought she pissed y’ off. I mean if y’ gave ‘er the look y’ gave me just now, Dunney…” Tyler pointed out as helpfully as possible, but when Pete shook his head no, Tyler grumbled and shook his head.

“Well, I found him.”

“Seriously? Who? I need to know.”

“It’s Pete Dunne. But I don’t… I really don’t think he was thrilled when he realized what was happening… So.. That’s that.”

“What the hell do you mean that’s that? Pete’s always a grouch, that’s just who he is.”

“This was different. He looked annoyed. Maybe I should just give in to one of the other unmated douchebags who keep offering…” Barbie knew deep down that even as she said it, she’d never go through with it, because when she’d realized it was Pete… Something just clicked for her.

She sighed and shook her head, shoving it all out of her mind for the time being. “C’mon.. Someone in here is staring and it’s kinda creeping me out.” Barbie grabbed hold of Dakota’s arm, practically dragging her out of catering.

She collided with Roderick Strong in the hallway. Swallowing hard, she stared up at him, mumbling an apology. Roderick flashed her a grin and leaned against the doorway, pinning her in. “No need to apologize, darlin. You alright?”

“I’m fine, just.. In a hurry.” Barbie nodded to the doorway he was currently blocking and he chuckled, moving to the side. He caught hold of her wrist and held her there a few seconds the second he saw Pete Dunne staring at her from the doorway of catering.

“If any of these idiots mess with ya, Blondie.. Come find Roddy, alright?”

Barbie pried her wrist loose and gave him a thumbs up before rushing off.

Pete’s fists clenched and Tyler muttered to himself with an amused laugh, “And ‘ere we go.” before quickly grabbing hold of his best friend and starting the process of talking him down from whatever ‘punishment’ Pete was currently doling out to Strong in his head.

Pete growled and took a deep breath.

“What y’ need t’ do, Dunney, is go to ‘er and tell ‘er that whatever she thinks isn’t th’ truth.”

“What I need t’ do, Bate, is go down t’ the ring and call ‘im out. Maybe if I make an example out ‘f him, none of the others will even think about tryin it.”

“And when y’ scare th’ living hell out of ‘er Dunney… what then? Just wait til the next time y’ see Strong lurking around, go over and intervene. That proves yer point without anybody bein afraid or havin t’ die.” Tyler eyed his best friend as he said it.

For once, Pete seemed to agree. Tyler let out a breath and then, they made their way down to the ring for the match they had.

– ( LE TIME SKIPPE )

“Clearly, me staying at the hotel while everyone else went out was a stupid idea. I’m so freaking bored!” Barbie was pacing her hotel room, fingers tangled in blonde curls as she tried to keep the worst part of her heat starting at bay.

She eyed the door and then her phone and remembering the annoyed look on Pete’s face earlier, she swore and grabbed the phone, firing off a text.

→ Hey, I’m gonna meet you guys after all.

→ No sense in me locking myself away and saving myself for an Alpha who clearly couldn’t want me less if he tried.

→ It’s that club near the beach, right?

Without waiting on a response, she showered and got out, putting on makeup and digging through her closet. When she saw the skintight little red dress that one of her friends got her as a ‘joke’ she bit her lip and hesitated. She almost passed it over in favor of something casual, her favorite jeans and crop top, but then she thought about it.

She knew who her true Alpha was now. And given that he didn’t seem like he’d be beating down her door anytime soon, was there really any sense in waiting or getting her hopes up?

She tore the tag off the dress and took it into the bathroom, changing into it. Before she could talk herself out of going out and having a fun night, she walked down the stairs and through the lobby.

Just as she went to reach for the handle on the door out of the lobby, Pete stepped in.

“Where th’ hell are y’ going?” Pete blurted it out before he could stop himself from doing so, earning him snickering from both Tyler and Trent.

“Out.”

“Out where?”

“Out. I’m supposed to be meeting someone. Can you kindly remove yourself, sir?” Barbie gazed up at Pete, tapping a stiletto against the floor impatiently.

“Not like ‘at.”

Barbie glanced down at her dress.. Before she could stop herself, she was glancing back up at him with a smirk. “Oh? And you’re gonna stop me how, sir?”

“My name is Pete. Not sir.” Pete was moving closer, Barbie was… beyond well aware of the difference in their height. She swallowed hard and fought to reign herself in because if she didn’t…

It wasn’t going to be pretty.

Self composure was harder than she’d always thought it’d be when she finally found her true Alpha.

She felt her thighs clench.

Pete was eyeing her up, almost as if he were in disbelief that she’d talk back to him.

The thought made her smirk a little, giggling quietly. She cleared her throat. “I’m running late. Either you’re going to do something about what I’m wearing, Alpha, or you’re going to move out of my fucking way.” she said it in her politest tone of voice. Pete edged closer, a hand hesitating before settling on her hip.

He stared her down intently.

Tyler and Trent cleared their throats, exchanging looks and Barbie raised her hand, resting it palm down against the front of Pete’s hoodie, staring at the door they currently blocked intently.

“It looks like I’m gonna have to be the one who walks away.” Barbie said it as she tried to side step Pete.

Pete stood there, watching her walk out of the lobby, his hand in his hair.

“ ‘at went well, Dunney.” Trent broke the silence. Pete’s response was to shove his gear bag at Trent and start to storm out the door. Trent and Tyler shared a look and grumbled. Tyler found a room service attendant and put the bags onto a trolly to be taken up and he caught up to Trent in the parking lot just in time to watch everything as it happened.

Pete caught up to her and tapped her shoulder. Barbie came to a stop and turned, staring up at him with a look of curious amusement in her eyes. “You? I thought we settled this in the lobby, sir.”

“It’s Pete. And we didn’t.” Pete’s tone was firm but quiet. She was migrating closer.. A quick scenting revealed everything and he groaned inwardly as soon as he realized that Tyler had been right back at the arena.

She’d gotten the wrong idea. She had no idea just how blown away he’d been to find out that the vanilla scent he’d been chasing for a while now was her.

Or that he’d noticed her around the time he started to smell mentioned scent and he’d been… attracted, to say the least.

His eyes darted down to the red dress and he cleared his throat. “ Maybe y’ thought I was makin a suggestion, but I was being serious, Omega.”

“My name is Barbie.”

“Barbie.” Pete repeated her name, still gazing down at her intently. Barbie tapped her feet impatiently again, her tongue gliding over her lips to moisten them. Pete’s eyes darted up, settling on her mouth and the attention that the gesture bought to it. He shrugged off his hoodie and thrust it at her.

Barbie eyed the hoodie and then him and she gave a quiet giggle.

“I’m not bein’ funny.”

“No, but… Do you think when you say jump, Alpha… that I’m just gonna ask you how high?”

“Not at all. I’d say it goes both ways.”

“I’m not putting on that hoodie. And why does it matter anyway? What I wear, I mean..” Barbie was moving closer, despite her best efforts to refrain from doing so. Pete gave a satisfied smirk when he felt her body tuck into his. He chuckled and rubbed his chin, trying to think about a response.

Barbie’s phone lit up and started to ring.

“One second.” Barbie answered the phone and she was in the midst of telling Dakota the situation when Pete took the phone and informed Dakota that Barbie wasn’t going to make it.

After ending the call, he held her phone out to her.

“Y’ weren’t in any shape t’ go out alone tonight anyway.”

“Who are you, my father?”

“No, but I am yer Alpha. We both know it.”

Barbie scoffed. “Now you want to claim it.”

“Wanted to earlier. Someone didn’t really give me much time t’ react.”

“The annoyed look on your face was reaction enough.” Barbie stepped away, turning and preparing herself to walk away. She’d never been the kind of girl to just fall in line, follow a rule or an order.

She would’ve kept walking too if Pete hadn’t called out calmly, “ Y’ can keep fighting it.. But y’ know what y’ really feel. I can smell it in yer scent. Fightin is only gonna make it worse on y’.”

“I’m not fighting anything, pal. If you want me, come and get me, Pete.”

Barbie started to slink away and for a split second, because no one was around to see him do it, a smile played on Pete’s lips as he took a deep breath to reign himself in and started to calmly walk after her.

She’d just stepped into the club and was waving at the girls when she felt him pressing into her from behind. “Okay, Barbie. I’ll play yer game. But know that when I play games, I play them t’ win.”

Barbie bit her lip to keep from whimpering and after a second, she managed to reply, “We’ll see, Pete. Think you can handle dancing with me or would that be too much?”

Pete turned her around, pulling her close.

“I don’t dance.”

“This works too..”

#pete dunne fanfiction #pete dunne fanfic #pete dunne fic #pete dunne oneshot #pete dunne imagine #// heavily implied alpha and omega dynamics #// retelling of barbie and pete

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leejeongz · 6 years ago

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Stray Kids reaction to having to do a duet with their crush

😎thank you for the compliment sweetheart, I hope you enjoy (sorry some are kinda short I was running out of original ideas)😎

Bang Chan:

Chan knew you had musical talent but to what extent he didn’t know. Classes usually weren’t that challenging, only once a ‘15% of your grade’ performance came up did you truly let go. You decided to partner up with Chan, your crush for years, it was hard not to fall for his cute dimple and perfect curls, not to mention his dedication to music. When you asked him to join you he was taken back. He didn’t expect such confidence, if anyone ever made a first move he always expected it to be him. You exchanged numbers and stopped by his dorms since you walked with him that evening. His room was spotless, a few stuffed toys (as expected) and lots of musical equipment. There became an awkward silence when his roommate Changbin walked in but he soon left. You picked up Chan’s guitar and randomly strummed some chords. He turned around, a huge smile on his face. Tonight was the best night ever! He could get used to this. You kept playing the same rhythm while he fiddled with his computer and soon you created a song. It was undeniably the best thing you’d ever heard, you knew this was the best you, when you were with Chan.

“I can’t wait to perform this live, if you get nervous you can hold my hand I guess. Oh wait you’ll be holding a guitar silly me.”

Woojin:

You were called up to the front of the class, a nervous wreck. You had an excellent voice, but what if others didn’t think so? When the teacher saw your shaking hands holding the lyric sheet even though you learnt the words off by heart, she invited up the person who’d coincidentally chosen to sing the same song as you. Although it wasn’t strictly allowed to do it together, your teacher was understanding of the anxieties you currently faced and decided to make things a tiny bit better. Woojin stood next to you, looking directly forward trying not initiate eye contact as you prepared yourselves which would have been the biggest distraction for him, the class all expecting something fantastic. Together, you did not disappoint. You hit all the high notes perfectly and yours and Woojin’s voices matched together well. As you sung, you often heard Woojin lower the volume of his voice, making yours shine brightly as the main one. Your voice was one that deserved to be shown off and Woojin made sure you knew that for the rest of the school year.

“Hey y/n, do you remember our little duet? The one where you sounded like an angel? Yeah that one”

Lee Know:

You were sick on the day that the teacher picked your partners for the annual poetry competition. It was against all the other schools in your area and you usually came within the top 5. This year your partner was Minho, the guy that just texted you “hey boo we’re writing words together be at my house by 6 else I’ll burn your gym clothes next week.” You knew he couldn’t burn your gym clothes but erm you were still scared because it’s Minho ofc. 5:50 you arrived at his door, poetry pre written since you knew Minho wouldn’t do much tonight. He opened the door wearing a clean white shirt and jeans. You looked down at your outfit, a white top with slightly too skinny for Minho to handle jeans, what a funny coincidence. He showed you inside and took you to Chan’s room. His idea was to write it like a rap, with flow and a rhythm so he could take part too since he found poetry boring. When you finished creating it, you decided that Minho was to rap it all and you would repeat words for emphasis, Minho claiming it was too strenuous or a pretty little mouth of yours to rap at such high speed.

“We all have are separate talents y/n, but we share the extremely good looking talent”

Changbin:

He never really took notice of you in music class before, not that you weren’t an amazing person or anything, just that music is what Changbin is most passionate in, it takes a lot to distract him. Partner work was something he dreaded since the class was compulsory meaning talent was really lacking until you came to his house one day. The teacher partnered you two up that day and you pair exchanged numbers. You had previous lyrics that you had worked on to show Changbin but you didn’t think they’d be good enough for him, what with him being the literal genius in the field. You showed up at his door with your phone and a few snacks for you two, wearing the same clothes as for school yet somehow you looked different to Changbin, a lot cuter, maybe it was because he had time to study your beautiful features.

You presented Changbin with your lyrics yet he didn’t notice, too busy fawning over your beauty. You moved the paper forward with more emphasis and he invited you in shaking his head to snap out of the trance. The lyrics were amazing, he was super impressed and didn’t you just know it.

“This is better than what I had planned! Y/n you’re a lyrical genius! You’re so perfect is there anything you can’t do?!”

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin had every single class together. When he wasn’t staring at you, you were staring at him. All the teachers noticed. The final straw as in music class, you were getting the bongo drums from the corner of the music room, eyes still fixed on Hyunjin when you tripped, landing in the instrument trolly. Hyunjin giggled but the teacher didn’t find it as funny. “Y/n today you aren’t working with your friends, please work with someone else as punishment, how about Hyunjin?” You were secretly so happy to be working with him and the feeling was mutual. Your vibes clicked instantly and the beat you created was so unique but also amazing! You were so in sync with each other and began to work together more. Shoutout to the music teacher for creating this magnificent duo.

“We work well together, maybe it’s a sign”

Han:

Casted as the two main roles (a couple who met at school and who grew up together) of your schools production, you and Jisung went over your lines every night for 2 months. November came round quickly and you were all gathered in the hall for an announcement. None really concerned you except the last “y/n, Jisung, we are introducing a duet at the end please learn the words to “stand by me” by the end of this week.” You met with Jisung after the meeting and discussed the new plans. Jisung couldn’t hide his excitement yet you weren’t so sure. Singing wasn’t what you wanted to do, you weren’t confident in your voice. You practiced the song with Jisung every night, forgetting the script even existed until you felt confident enough. Jisung became like your best friend and your singing tutor all in one. You were never apart and neither of you minded. Jisung was sad when the production was finally over so he knew what he had to do.

“I wish I could say everything about you was perfect y/n, but your relationship status isn’t... can I change that for you?”

Felix:

Everyone has a crush on felix, everyone, but he only had eyes for you. Your first class this year was music, it wasn’t something you took last year so you had to do it this year. You were the first to arrive, other students slowly filling up the room but the chair next to you remained empty. As the final few stragglers came in you spotted him, THE Felix Lee. He rushed to the seat next to you, still looking kinda cool and smooth, even while tripping on the table leg. The teacher announced that for the next year this will be your seating plan and you will work with you seat partners to which everyone was clearly envious of you. Felix has millions of ideas and they all sounded promising, you couldn’t wait for this year to begin.

“We should do it all at my house! My friends have all the recording stuff! Gosh this is so perfect”

Seungmin:

You’d fallen for his kindness. Admittedly he could be a snake at times but he’s a teenager and that’s fun, it spices him up a bit right? You took music class seriously, mainly because you knew no one in there to have fun with but also because you wanted to impress Seungmin. Your science class was pretty much the same, none of your friends were in that class either so when presentations came up there was no one to turn to. Seungmin walked over to your desk with a note. He handed it to you and ran off shortly after. Strange behaviour from someone as cute as Seungmin you thought. Your eyes drifted from his hair bouncing while he ran to the note. It read “we’ll be partners, I have an idea for us that will guarantee an A*.” Intrigued, you met Seungmin outside school at 4pm and he took you to the dorms. You were the perfect person to put this plan into action with. You and seungmin had great voices and both enjoyed science why not combine the two. After all it would be easier to remember stuff if it was in song form. That evening you finished the song and even watched a movie. You and seungmin shared some hobbies and gelled well, maybe it was because he studied your hobbies before asking you but you didn’t need to know that right?

“You enjoy fashion don’t you? Oh me too! Colours and everything, very creative”

I.N:

Jyp was one intimidating man, that was for sure, but this time you felt comforted. Recently you had gotten closer to Jeongin, a fellow aspiring kid who was shit scared of jyp. You both worked together to produce a song with the help of his group members for some duet thing he wanted to see for a jype concert. The first time you practiced you were a little rusty but Jeongin took you out bowling and to a diner after so you’d forget about it. You gradually got better, your voices slotted together perfectly and soon the duet became untouchable. The concept of doing a duet with his crush at first was daunting but you were both so naturally comfortable around each other that his feelings didn’t get in the way. When you passed jyp’s scrutinisation, Jeongin took you out to the bowling alley and diner once again.

“We’ve come so far together y/n, I thought this was gonna crash and burn, but instead we grew into incredible individuals and an even better pair I’m extremely thankful to you y/n”

Gifs aren’t mine

#stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids reaction #bang chan #woojin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n

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itsthewritergal · 4 years ago

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Ashamed. - odd one out part 3 - D.M x Weasley!Reader

well here it is :) Part 3 let me know what you think xx

Part 1

Part 2

“Y/N come along!” Molly Weasley instructed harshly as they bustled through King’s Cross Station, She hurried behind her twin sister Ginny and ran full speed onto the platform. “Honestly Y/N you’d be late if it wasn’t for me” her mother scowled down at her.

“Yes mum” Y/N replied quickening her pace, “I’ll see you later” She said waving over her shoulder to her mum once she caught sight of Draco hugging his mother, she grabbed her trolly and ran over to him, avoiding first years as she gained speed.

“Weaselbee” He grinned catching her in a side hug

“Y/N wonderful to see you” Narcissa smiled gently

“Hi Mrs Malfoy! How are you?” Y/N asked

“It’s Narcissa, I’m well and you?” She said

“I’m good, pleased to be going back” Y/n grinned

“I bet you are! You’re holiday looked wonderful”

“It was okay” Y/N said “Thank you for the book and the new robes it was so kind of you” She said with a smile

“Don’t be silly, Draco’s got a soft spot for you” Narcissa grinned which made Draco go bright red. Y/N laughed loudly.

“we better go if we want a good spot on the train” Draco said tugging at Y/N’s arm as she waved to Narcissa. “I swear she likes you more than she likes me” He laughed as they stepped onto the train.

“That’s because I’m perfect! You should have realised by now” Y/N chuckled

Y/N followed Draco through the crowds of students hurrying to find a carriage, Draco pulled her into one where Pansy and Blaise sat.

“No Crabbe and Goyle yet?” Draco asked

“They’ve gone to find the snacks” Pansy laughed

“Has anyone seen Taylor? She was supposed to meet us here” Y/N asked, referring to her roommate

“Not yet, but knowing her she’s probably caught up doing extra work” Blaise said

Soon enough the train was chugging away, Y/N closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as her body rocked with the train. Draco’s shoulder brushed with hers as he got shoved up towards her when Crabbe and Goyle burst in with their arms filled with sweets.

Y/N pulled her coat tighter around herself as the train grew cold. Draco’s eyes settled on the shivering girl.

“Here” He said shrugging off his coat and draping it over her like a blanket. Y/N nodded a response, the smell of expensive cologne filled her mind as she turned her head to look out the window. The others chatted mindlessly between themselves.

— — — — —

“Guys” Y/N said quietly

“You okay?” Blaise asked noticing the slight shake in her words

“The train has stopped” She said the fear evident in her voice

“But we’ve still got at least an hour to go” Pansy said turning to look out the window

“I think I just saw something move out there” Y/N said her eyes scanning in the dark desperately trying to reason with what she had just seen

“It’s okay Y/N, it’s just your mind playing tricks” Draco said slowly, “no need to panic” He said taking her cold hand in his.

The moment the words left his lips the train window began to freeze over, crackling and splintering with ice. Y/N shrunk back into Draco’s arms shaking with fear. They all turned to the carriage door as it clicked open, a shadowy black figure leaned into the carriage. Y/N felt as though all the happiness in the world had dimmed, she felt Draco’s arms around her yet nothing seemed to stop the despair that grew over her body. The creature then turned and left as quickly as it had come in.

“What the hell was that?” Crabbe asked

“That was a dementor” Draco said “Father’s told me about them before”

“They guard Azkaban” Blaise added

“You okay?” Draco asked his attention turning to Y/N, looking her up and down as though checking for injuries. Y/N nodded slowly not trusting her voice. “You look pale, really pale. You’re not going to pass out on me are you?” He joked, but Y/N caught the sincerity behind his words

“I’m fine it just scared me” She said knowing Draco wouldn’t leave it unless he had a truthful answer

“It’s gone now, you’re going to be fine” Draco promised gently

“I’ll be happy if I never see one of those things again” Pansy said.

The train jolted to a start and the conversation turned to mindless things once more, yet Y/N noticed how Draco’s hand never left hers as he gently rubbed patterns into her skin with his thumb.

— — — — —

Draco and Y/N walked side by side towards the Slytherin dorm rooms, they were laughing about something Pansy had said at the feast when they came face to face with Fred, George and Lee.

“Hey guys” Y/N said politely

“I’m surprised you’re still here” Fred scoffed

“Sorry?” Y/N asked

“The dementor should have taken all you and your little Slytherin friends off to Azkaban” He sneered “Would save us from seeing you turn to you know who”

“Get a life Fred. I bet mum would love to know you said that” Y/N replied quickly

“Mum agrees with me, theres a reason she didn’t bring you along to Diagon Ally last weekend” Fred growled

“I told mum that I had extra reading. That was why I didn’t come” Y/N fired back, a scowl settling on her face

“that’s enough you two” George said calmly

“Me? What did I do?” Y/N snapped

“Y/N” George said gently

“Mum’s ashamed of having a Slytherin in the family” Fred said “I’m the only one who’s going to admit it”

“Fred!” George snapped, but the damage had been done, the words had broken through the facade Y/N had built as she felt her heart plummet lower than the dungeons of the castle. She hurried off though the corridors. Head held down so that nobody saw the tears begin to fall

“You’re a dick Weasley” Draco snapped before running after her.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco angst #draco malfoy fic #Draco #Draco Malfoy #odd one out #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy angst #weasley!reader

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mp-chani · 6 years ago

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Delicate Flower | Hoseok & Chani

@hoseokxmp

Another new day here means another day of Chani spending his time to explore and try new places on the island. It seems that more and more he walks around the more he falls in love with the place. If he didn’t know better, he would believe this place was a resort. Even when in reality this was only for Gods and demigods. Maybe it’s only something he’s figuring out now, but perhaps Gods and demigods just prefer to live this way. Funny enough Chani didn’t really know much about mythology but he can’t help but feel as though as one thinks of a God its easy to associate immortality, riches, celestial, even unstoppable..

Chani never thought he would be someone to walk along Gods..let alone be a demigod himself. 20 years of trying to hide his powers only to turn around and be proud of them. The young demigod feels like he could work with that.

Walking down the street and off the sidewalk it looks like the young male found another end of the island, but he wasn’t expecting to see a sign that is called the Lion’s Den. The name of the place was enough to spark the younger’s curiosity heading straight for the building and pulls open the door. Immediately he’s hit with the smell of books and its a smell Chani adores. His eyes grow wide at the different themes the intertwined, and while in awe he’s only scared out of it when he hears the door close behind him.

Chani blushes and hopes no one saw that but looking around again he takes notice of a rather large male with a little trolly filled with books he was organizing. The younger’s eyes meet the stranger’s too flustered to say anything for a moment he blinks a couple times before waking up again realizing he should bow. The brunette could feel his heart going a mile a minute as he does greet the employ and runs off to the fantasy section to hide.

“Oh God..please don’t look for me, not after that.” he whispers to himself practically whining, hands on his cheeks trying to calm them down. “Aish..why do I blush so easily?? It’s bad enough I can’t get a break at work.”

#w/ hoseok #starters #starter; delicate flower #threads #thread; delicate flower #jflasdkfj lol he's a cutie okay?#Hoseok coming to find him guaranteed internal screaming #im not even lying hahah

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chinuppoppins · 7 years ago

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AU prompt: T and Ty both go to S. Seb, they get paired up for a project and his parents start seeing her a lot at their house; they also see how happy he is when she’s around, so they start joking about them being together and embarrass him a bit in front of her (which he hates, while she has the time of her life listening to the stories about baby Tyrone).

So I know I have a few prompts to do before this one, but I had already started an AU like this, I just had to adjust it. I hope you like! Trigger Warnings for a bit of bullying and mentions of sexual assault and police brutality

Everyone at school knew who Tandy Bowen was, or more so knew of her reputation. She was a scholarship kid, and the story on how she got that scholarship wasn’t the best one. She lived in a trailer park with a drunk mom, she did something during her freshman year with a junior that added to the rumors about her. Though she was quiet, didn’t have friends, though she was in all of Tyrone’s honor classes and from what he saw, she got decent marks. She was smart, kept to herself and had a decent taste in music from what he saw on her phone.

Sometimes Tyrone caught himself staring at her in their English class. She would sometimes have earbuds in, her nose in a book while her blonde hair fell lightly over on her shoulders. She was a pretty girl, there was no denying that. Though having the actual courage to speak to her was something he wasn’t good at channeling.

Thought fate hit them one day when Miss, Page was handing out the books for the next reading assignment. “With the month of october almost upon us, I decided to kind of go off of the curriculum and assign works from my favorite author l to all of you. One reason is because The Scarlet Letter is painful and two, it’s October and that means spooky times all around.”

One girl raises her hand, a cheerleader, Tyrone things her name is Kasey and says. “Miss. Page, The Scarlet Letter is a classic and should be seen as one. My dad made the reading list the way he did for a reason. I mean, Demi Moore was in the movie, you know.’

The class laughs and Miss. Page is shaking his head, but Tandy speaks up. “Actually, The Scarlet Letter is kinda sexist. I mean I know it’s a work of it’s time but I can see why you would enjoy it, Kasey. Since you don’t actually ever have to read the books, your dad just does all the work for you ” Some of the guys make an oohhhing sound and Miss. Page does her best to calm the class. “Besides, the movie that Demi Moore was in wasn’t even close to the novel, it was just an excuses for her to get naked.”

Yeah, Tandy Bowen, was awesome. The of course Kasey fights back and mutters, because honestly some of the kids are scared of Tandy. “Maybe you should wear a scarlet S on your chest. It stands for two things, Scholarship kid and slut.” Her lips curl. “And at least I have a dad.”

Miss. Page finally regains control and though Tandy is stone faced, Tyrone notices a falter in her face when she turns back around. “We will be reading the works of Edgar Allan Poe.” she announces, beaming with pride. “Now I will be assigning you partners for this, you will be in charge of reading the poems or the short short stories and you will then present to the class a report on what you read, what Poe was trying to explain to the reader, while dressed up as the characters from your story. There was a collection of sighs and groans. “Guys, c’mon, it’ll be fun. Now listen for your partners and your assignments”

Tyrone listens closely to the names she is calling out. Finally she gets to Tyrone. “Tyrone, you will be with Tandy and your assignment is The Raven.”

Once she gets done handing out the books, Tyrone glances over at Tandy who had started to leaf through the novel. He was about to open up his mouth to say something to her when she speaks up. “Meet me at the flagpole after school, we can start this at my house.”

With that, the bell rings, she grabs her knapsack and leaves the classroom. Evita quickly catches him as he gathers his things. “So, Tandy Bowen.” She begins, bouncing on her heels. “Look, Ty, don’t listen to those rumors about her. She’s my bio partner and she is really cool once you get to know her and she is like crazy smart so, you’ll be alright.”

When the last bell rings, Tyrone huffs it toward the flagpole where Tandy was already waiting for him. She seemed to be reading the book that Miss. Page handed out intently, her eyes concentrating on the words. “Hey.” He manages and she looks up from her reading. “You uh-”

Tandy closes the book with a snap and puts it in her bag. “Let’s go.”

They take the trolly and walk the rest of the way. She doesn’t really speak so it’s sort of awkward, but at the same time it was comforting. Tyrone did have questions for her, he did want to talk to her, but she was a woman of little words. That is until they get to her trailer. Tandy opens the door, steps in and he goes to follow but she backs into him, a look of embarrassment on her face. “Can you just,” She stops. “Can you just wait outside for one minute?”

He nods his head and she steps into her home, then he hears her speak and next thing he knows there is shouting. Now he feels awkward. Finally the door opens back up she invites him in with a plain. “Well?”

Its nicely decorated and clean, but Tandy still looks embarrassed. He always thought that she never cared what people thought of her, but now she did. “Well he’s cute.”

It’s a blonde woman sitting on the sofa, putting a cigarette out in an ashtray. “You didn’t tell me he was cute and a jock.” She gets up and a man, who Tyrone suddenly realized was sitting in the lazy boy laughs.

“Melissa, don’t scare the kid.” He says and Tandy grabs Tyrone’s hand to guide him to her room.

It’s weird ‘cause there is a spark there, or at least for him there is. “Mom, we have work to do so,”

“Fine, fine, just keep the door cracked or something like that- I don’t know how to handle this sort of stuff.” Melissa says before going back to the sofa. “Can I at least know his name?”

“It’s Tyrone, Miss.” Tyrone says and goes with Tandy once she actually pulls him.

“Miss?” Melissa smiles. “Well, I like him.”

Tandy shuts the door once they are in her room and pulls off her tie and vest before sitting on the bed. “So we should start reading the poem.” She begins as she takes the book from her bag. “I can read it out loud if you want to start taking notes and-”

“Your mom and dad are nice.” Tyrone bursts and Tandy stops what she is doing. “And you have a nice place here.”

She scoffs as she opens her book. “Greg is not my dad.” Tandy takes note on Tyrone’s confusion and she sighs. “My dad died when I was eight, car accident on the night of the rig explosion.”

Well shit, that hit close to home. So he steps over to her, taking a seat on the floor by the bed. “My big brother died when I was eight, same night.” He takes out his notebook and a pen. “He was shot. Cop that did it got away with it”

Tandy’s features soften up and her voice is soft. “Shit, Ty, I’m sorry.”

He looks up at her, he had never seen this side of Tandy before. There is worry in her eye and empathy, she knew the feeling of loss and maybe that’s why he felt so drawn to her “so, you wanna start reading.”

She gives a quick nod and begins. “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-” Tyrone knew he was supposed to be writing his thoughts down, but he found himself getting lost in the poem, as strange as it was. Though it was her voice that caught him up, soft where it needed to be soft, eerie when it had to be eerie and powerful when it needed power. “While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—Only this and nothing more.”

Tyrone Johnson was slowly falling for Tandy Bowen.

—-

They decided to do the rest of the project at Tyrone’s house. It was a mutual decision really, after the pair caught Greg walking around in nothing but her mom’s robe. They work on the project in school, sitting in the library or in class. Tandy sometimes cracks a joke under her breath and Tyrone can’t help but to laugh. He gets looks though and he really doesn’t care, he likes Tandy.

She stops by his house one saturday morning with coffee and obviously not in her school uniform. He invites her in and right away his mom is on her. “You must be Tandy Bowen, I’m Adina and this is my husband Otis.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.” She looks down at the cup holder. “I bought coffee for everyone.” She offers. “Mrs. Johnson, Ty told me that you like soy lattes so that’s what I ordered.”

His mom has this sly look on her face and she looks over at Tyrone with a smirk on her face. Of course his dad is beaming as he happily takes his coffee. “So Tandy,” He says. “Adina here is on the PTO in her spare time, she tells me that you were the girl that beat out over 85 different kids for that academic scholarship, that’s an amazing fleet.”

Tandy’s blushing and Tyrone’s slack jawed, now that wasn’t something she shared. He knew that the rumor of her mom sleeping with a few of the teachers was a horrible lie, but hell, he did not know that bit of information. “Uh yeah,” Tandy taps the lid of her cup. “My dad, he had all the brain power and I guess I inherited that from him.”

“What does your dad do for a living.” Adina asks and Tyrone wants to shrink, he had told her parents about Tandy, but not her life story. He should have warned them about her dad.

However, Tandy answers, meeting his parents eyes. “My dad was a scientist, a big wig over at Roxxon, like the in charge kind of big wig.” She laughs. “So much so that he was famous for sometimes forgetting to pick me up from dance class when I was a kid. He used to make it up to me by showing me how to do some awesome science experiment for show and tell the next day.” There was a small smile on her face. “He was so smart and so goofy, he was awesome.” She nods. “He passed away when I was eight, car went off the bridge.” She sniffs and chuckles. “I am so sorry if this got heavy, I’m really not good at small talk.”

Otis smiles sadly and Adina shakes her head. “Oh honey don’t worry about that, it’s actually nice to know something about one of Tyrone’s friends.” She smiles. “And it is nice that we are finally able to meet you and we’ll both be here for the day, so if you two need anything, just shout.”

They set themselves up in the dining room, laptops and books open as they work and Adina stands against the door archway for a moment, just watching as Otis joins her. She watches her son as he smiles at the blonde girl, his head ducking away and Otis chuckles. “The boy is smitten.”

Later, hunger strikes them and they of course have to break for food. They decide on a small diner and because of the low crowd, were seated right away. As they looked at their menus, Tyrone began to speak.

“So the scholarship thing, I had no idea that it was that huge.” He finally blurts out. “That’s amazing, T. Why don’t you say something when the kids start giving you shit?”

Tandy softly smiles as she picks up her soda. “Cause it’s none of their business.” She shrugs. “I know what people say about me, and honestly, I don’t care.”

“What about all that stuff with Rick?” He asks, quickly regretting it when her face changes to annoyance.

“Why do you care?” She bites. “What, do you believe the bullshit he spewed?”

Tyrone shook his head. “No, Tandy, I don’t believe all those rumors, I’m just-”

“Then why would you ask?” She spats.

Tyrone calms himself the best he could, knowing all well that he touched a nerve. “Tandy, I just want to know what really happened. Everyone who has common sense knows that Rick is a freaking creep, he goes around grabbing girls asses and never gets in trouble.”

“Yeah, he is a rich white male and his parents fund half the school, of course he gets away with anything.” Tandy snaps, waving the waitress off who had come to take their order. “Look, Ty, I just don’t want to talk about it, not right now anyway, alright?”

“Alright.” He nods and when the waitress comes back and they order their food, eating in somewhat silence. Only speaking about the project if the air got to quiet.

—-

The next few days, Tandy stops by after school to attempt to finish the costumes and their analysis for their project. However, on Friday night, he gets a text from Evita and he looks up at Tandy who was attempting to put feathers on a dress. “So, you wanna take a break and check out this party?” Tandy gives him a look and Tyrone laughs. “C’mon, T, I’ll be there, Evita will be there and by this text, she says it’s pretty freaking lit.”

She sighs and then smiles. “Fine, but only for a few hours. We need to finish this.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The party is in the woods, there are a few kegs, kids smoking, music blaring. It’s as exciting as an underaged high school party could be. Tandy looks around and then back at Tyrone. “She called this lit?”

He rubs the back of his head. “Yeah, she might have been drinking already when she decided that. You wanna beer?”

She thinks for a moment and then nods her head. “What the hell.”

Tyrone puts the money out for the red solo cup filled with cheap beer and after an hour goes by, Tandy seems pretty comfortable. She’s singing along to the music that had been blaring from the speakers and even pulled him out of his comfort zone, pulling him toward the pit of dancing teens and he discovers that she can dance and knows all the words to Despacito which makes him throw his head back in laughter when the song actually comes on. They are really having a good time, that was until she spots a face that makes her freeze in her spot. When he looks over his shoulder, he sees her mood changer. Rick was standing directly behind him, looking smug as fuck.

“She’s fun, ain’t she, Johnson.” He sneers and he feels Tandy take his hand. “You might want to use a rubber with her though, who knows what you could catch.”

“Ty, c’mon, let’s just go.” Tandy pleads.

Tyrone knew anger, hell since the night his brother died, all he knew was anger and fear. He could feel the rage going through him. “What the fuck is your problem?” He snaps.

Rick shugs. “Just looking out for you, man. She has a reputation, don’t you Tandy?”

“Don’t you talk to her.” Tyrone threatens and Rick chuckles. “Don’t even say her name.”

“You threatening me, Tyrone?” Rick growls while stepping chest to chest to him. “Look, dude, the little bitch is a slut and a liar, not my fault she sucked you into her chairty case. You know, she could have fucked up my future by those accusations, but who would even believe a piece of trash like her.”

Something in Tyrone just snaps and next thing he knows, he on the ground, turning Rick’s face into his personal punching bag. Girls are screaming, guys are whooping and Tandy is yelling his name. Rick ends up getting his punches in but then he is ripped away from the older boy by two guys from the basketball team. Rick attempts to go after him again, but Tandy steps between them both. “You hit him again and I swear to god I will tell everyone here your little secret. Now that, can and will ruin your future and your reputation. So back the fuck up.”

There is a flash of fear in Rick’s eyes and he backs down. Tandy eyes him for a moment and then turns back to Tyrone, her arm wrapping around his waist the best it could as she balances his weight. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.” She mutters. “Honestly, I’m half pissed at you right now.”

His left eye is blurry and his head hurts. “What.”

“Half pissed, half pissed, half turned on- but that’s the beer talking.” She giggles when he ducks his head down. “Thank you though, I’m just not used to people sticking up for me.”

He smiles at her and she winces. “What, I look that bad?”

“C’mon, Rocky, lets get you home and cleaned up.”

—–

His parents are still out which makes it easy for them to get into the house. Though here she was now, sitting across from him, swabbing the cuts on his face while scolding him to keep the bag of peas against his eye. “So the rumors about me sleeping with Rick?” She begins and Tyrone flicks his eyes up. “Are obviously not true.” She pauses while she dips a cotton ball in some peroxide. “The truth is that he gave me attention and he was nice to me and I stupidly ate that up.” She shakes her head. “I really should have known better. So he invites me to this party and he kisses me, but then he wants more and I didn’t. I fought back so much that he just gave up, called me a stupid bitch and I ran away. I went to the cops, and they said that I didn’t have a case since nothing happened.” She shrugs. “It didn’t stop him from going around the whole school, telling everyone that I slept with him.” Tandy leans forward and puts a butterfly bandage over his eyebrow. “Making friends after that was impossible,” Her eyelashes flutter as she looks up at him. “Well until you.”

“What do you have against him, Rick almost pissed his pants when you threatened him.” Tyrone asks and Tandy smiles slyly.

“Well, him being the absolute walking piece of shit that he is kept a few items in his locker. One of them being a notebook with rating all the girls that he has slept with and two, the guy had a flashdrive of all of his teachers answer keys for exams.” she smirks. “If that leaks, well not only would he be expelled, the kids in school, as stupid as they are, would hate him.”

“How did you manage to get in his locker?”

“I watched him open it a few times, got the numbers and then, did my thing.” Tandy answers, smirking and the leans back to on her hands to look at his face. “Your mom is gonna be so fucking pissed.” She laughs and then pauses, reaching out and cupping the side of his face that isn’t bruised. For a brief moment, she brushes her thumb against his cheek bone and then leans forward to kiss his forehead. Her lips linger for a moment and his eyes flutter shut before she pulls away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She whispers softly.

Tandy realizes she had a crush on Tyrone Johnson later that night.

—-

The next day, Tandy is greeted by Tyrone’s parents who ask her if she had time to talk. She already knows why. Tyrone is already sitting in the living room waiting for her. “So Tyrone got into a fight last night.” Otis begins. “And he is pretty reluctant to tell us.”

Tandy looks over at Tyrone with an ‘are you serious’ vibe and then takes a deep breath. “There is this guy at school-” And she tells them, she tells them everything. Otis blinks, looks over at Adina and shrugs his shoulders. “So he was defending me, you raised a chilvious one over there.”

Adina rubs her temples and then sighs. “Fine, but you are still in trouble for the attitude you gave this morning. So one week, home and school. Since Tandy has to do with school, she can stay.”

“Really?” Tyrone is shocked that he got off that easy and even more shocked that Tandy was allowed to hang around.

His mom shrugs and then looks over at the blonde. “Yeah, I like her anyway, no sense in punishing myself. So get to work before I change my mind.”

Otis watches the two teens gather their stuff and relocate to Tyrone’s room. “When do you think he is gonna make his move?” He asks his wife and Adina chuckles.

“Oh it’ll be Tandy, I’m the one who had to make the first move on you. I hope she does though, I like having her around.” Adina decides and Otis agrees. “She makes him happy.”

—-

They are sitting on his bed again, this time getting work done. “So we are in agreement that he’s obviously descending into madness, because of the loss of his Lenore.” Tandy says out loud as she types. “And the raven is symbolizing-” She feels Tyrone’s eyes on her and she looks up “What’s up?”

“You’re alright, right? I mean after everything that happened last night, I was worried about you.” Tyrone confessed and Tandy felt her ears heating up.

“You were worried about me? I was the one worried about you, I mean I left you when you could have had a concussion.” She takes a deep breath. “I kept thinking I should have spent the night. I mean, I’m really not good at this whole thing, I know when you like someone or care about someone, you should make sure that they are okay, but I panicked so-”

Tyrone blinked. “Wait, you like me?” He asks and her cheeks go pink. “Like what kind of like.”

She raises a brow. “Are we really doing this right now?” And he nods, she’s flustered and then he just decides it’s got to be him.

“You want to go out on a date?” He asks her boldly. “You know, after I’m done being grounded.”

Tandy’s glowing, she beams and then nods her head. “I would love to go on a date with you, Tyrone Johnson.”

—–

They take things slowly, only telling his parents when they are three weeks into an official relationship. His mom claims that she called it and next thing he knows, she is showing Tandy pictures of his childhood. Tyrone sighs when he hears the ringing of her laughter and his dad comes up and claps him on the shoulders. “So, did she make the first move?”

Tyrone shakes his head. “Nah, no, uh I asked her out.”

Otis laughs. “Your mom owes me twenty bucks.”

—–

PDA isn’t really their thing, but it doesn’t stop either of them from intertwining their hands while they walk down the hallway. People talk, they don’t care, because for the first time in eight years, they both truly feel happy.

#cloak and dagger #tandy bowen #tyrone johnson #tandy x tyrone #Anonymous

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wonwoosthetic · 7 years ago

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Saviour || Jake Gyllenhaal

Heyy everyone, here you have another Jake Gyllenhaal imagine, very kindly requested by Anonymous - I hope you enjoy it!! :)

Request: Hey! Hope your doing great. Can I request an imagine with Jake Gyllenhaal, where the reader and him used to be a couple, but they split and the reader is in a new relationship and her new bf is abusive and idk how but jake finds out about it and like he saves her and they get back together or something ? ☺️

AND my Finn Cole imagine “Just Tell Me That You Love Me” just hit 100 likes, so thank you SO MUCH for this, that is absolutely insane, I would have never imagines ANY of my writing to get anywhere near as that many likes!

Warning: hints to an abusive relationship, a described punching scene, sadness, some curse words

Please don’t read, if you’re sensitive towards this subject!

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader

Saviour

--- A Year Before ---

„What do you mean, you can’t do this anymore?”

Your boyfriend of two years was sitting on your shared couch in the living room with you standing in front of him, slightly blocking the view to the TV. After you got back from work and found him chilling there, you thought this was the time ‘Now or never’, to tell him about your current state and opinion of your relationship. You knew, when you had just started dating him, that it wasn’t going to be easy – he was actor, of course he would be travelling a lot – but you would have never thought, that it would come to that point, where you just couldn’t cope with it anymore and you were trying to make him understand.

“Y-Y-You’re never here, how are we supposed to keep this relationship going?”

He scoffed, pretty much screaming at this point “The same way we have been doing this for the last two years!” His hands waved around in rage.

Your right hand was on your hip, while the other one held your forehead while pacing around the room “But that’s the point! We haven’t been doing it for the past years! It worked at first, but now, you don’t even realize it – we almost never see each other!”

Jake stood up, clearly done with the situation, every now and then while yelling, pointing at you “You knew what you were getting yourself in to! I told you, I would be all over the world! Yes, it’s hard, but our relationship is not that bad – you have no idea!” You never thought, you would ever say that, but he terrified you. You were scared of him.

Trying to sound as calmed down as you possibly could, you tried to calm him down “See…you don’t even see it. There-Look, there’s nothing bad about it… we just have to get real and be OK with it.”

“I don’t even know, what the heck you’re talking about”, his voice was calmer again, but your rage rose quickly

“ABOUT US! WHAT THE FREAK ELSE?! I don’t want to sit here alone most of the nights in the year, missing you on Christmas Eve, Easter-Sunday or whatever freaking holiday you missed because of your job!! I… I respect you… and your job, but I can’t do this anymore and that’s final”, you slowly approached him, taking both of his hands in yours “Please. You have to understand this. I love you. You deserve someone, who can cope with this… all of it.”

His head rose up, looking you in the eyes, instead of on the floor “But I love you, only you. I know it’s hard, but we can work it out, don’t you think?” His voice was shaking, and tears started to form in the man’s eyes. Guilt was building up inside you, but your decision was final, so you just sadly shook your head and muttered under your breath “No, I’m so sorry.”

He let go of your hands and pulled you into a tight hug.

--- A Year Later ---

You were in the supermarket in the new part of New York you had just moved to with your boyfriend, Sam. The both of you had met in a bar a month after Jake and you had broken up. You had been there mourning about your unfair life and drinking your sorrow away - something very unlikely to you, normally.

Pushing the trolly through each aisle, you were looking at the wide range of food, spices, drinks, et cetera. ‘Who the heck needs four different brands of cereal with the same type and flavour?’ Just as you were turning into the next aisle, you suddenly came to sight with someone you had never thought of seeing, ever again. Your ex. Jake. Jake Gyllenhaal, the actor. The thought of just quickly turning around came to your mind, but you decided against it – you were an adult, you could do this. After taking one deep breath, you started approaching the dark-haired man, making it look like you hadn’t already seen him.

Jake was looking at some kind of flavoured water when he turned his head to his left and immediately saw you behind the trolly. Deciding to be a good and polite human-being, he walked up to you

“Hey, (Y/N).”

You turned away from the shelves and directed your head to his direction, acting surprised

“Oh, hey Jake… it’s been a while”, that made him slightly chuckle “Yeah, a year… anyways, you-you look great, how are you?” His compliment made you smile “I’m very good and thank you. How are you holding up? I’ve seen your new movie, Stronger. Well, done. It was… very emotional.” You hadn’t actually seen it – you couldn’t see him on the big screen and not feel like a part of you got ripped out and put in front of the camera(s), also, Sam would absolutely lose his mind – but one of your friends told you about Jake’s new movie, so you decided to use that knowledge. His smile got just a tiny bit bigger – he wanted to answer, when – “Hello, Jake”, your boyfriend was suddenly standing next to you, put the canned tomato sauce in the trolly wrapped his arm around your waist, making you tense up – that action didn’t go unnoticed by Jake.

“Hey…?”, the actor answered, trying to get the man’s name out. You wanted to introduce them to each other, but Sam cut you off “Sam”, he extended his hand and shook Jake’s – he nodded. This was your chance. To shake your ex’s hand, your current boyfriend had to take a small step forward and his grip on your waist loosened up. In the very short moment Jake shot a glance at you, while shaking hands, you mouthed “Help me.”

An awkward silence followed their hands separated again and everyone stood next to each other, for a couple of seconds, before Jake excused himself

“Well, it was very nice to see you again”, he then nodded towards Sam again “and nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too”, Sam seemed unimpressed.

Jake passed him, but got up to you, hugged your body slightly, and whispered in your ear “Please, call me.” He let go and gave you a pitying smile. Your eyes followed him, while Sam moved forward cursing under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear

“What an asshole.”

--- At The House ---

While putting the stuff away that you had just bought, your boyfriend was making a big scene about meeting your ex in the supermarket

“WHAT THE HECK WAS HE THINKING?! JUST HUGGING YOU LIKE THAT!! LIKE YOU BELONG TO HIM!!” he was screaming – surely the neighbours heard that. You flinched at every new sentence he began, hoping he would stop.

You tried calming him down while putting everything in the fridge “He just hugged me. He knows, that I don’t belong to him. We broke up a year ago.” Your voice was almost as quiet as a whisper. Those words did not calm him down. Oh, no, they made him even more furious. He walked up to you and smashed the fridge door close, almost getting your hand in between, but you quickly snatched it away

“YOU BELONG TO ME! AND ONLY ME!” Sam positioned himself in front of you, making you smack your lower back into the counter behind you. He was a good foot taller – towering over your small body.

The tears started to flow – gushing out of your eyes.

“STOP CRYING YOU LITTLE BITCH!!”, he screamed into your face and raised his hand left hand, only to smack you so hard with his palm a second later, to make you fall to the ground, knocking the side of your head on one of the counters before the impact with the floor.

Sam left you crying on the floor, exiting the kitchen and shouted “YOU BETTER BE MAKING SOMETHING GOOD FOR DINNER!”, before walking upstairs and shutting the bedroom door.

You were lying on your left side on the cold tiles, trying to support your upper body with your left arm. The blood dripping out of the wound formed on your head was soon to be felt and passed your eye. He was upstairs and would not come back down until you call him for dinner – this was the time. Jake told you to call him, but that would mean, you would waste time and had to spend more in this horror of a house in the companion of this monster, you had been living with for a couple of months.

You raised yourself from the ground with the help of the handles on the counter drawer and got back on your feet. Everything had to happen quite quickly, he could still possibly hear you and walk downstairs. After walking out of the kitchen, you started looking for the car keys in the hallway. After just a short while of tiptoeing around, you found them, took them in your hands, and put your shoes on – not even bothered to get with a jacket, although it being the end of Winter. When you opened the front door and got outside, you made sure to close it very quietly again. You ran towards the car, got in, closed the door, and immediately tried to start it with shaking hands, which it did after the first try.

While driving, you prayed that Jake didn’t move away and was still living in the same street, in the same house. The journey was, thankfully, short and soon you found yourself in front of the house, in which you had left him only a year ago. While sitting in the car, you started thinking about what to say to him and how much you regret leaving this dream of a man and boyfriend Jake was – everything went downhill after that day.

You didn’t want to overthink everything too much and decided to just exit the vehicle and be in comfort again. After turning the car off and getting out of it, you started walking towards the old, yet familiar front door, which you used to open so many times. A couple of seconds after knocking, footsteps could be heard, from the inside, approaching the door. It opened and revealed the only person you wanted to see at that moment, Jake Gyllenhaal.

“Oh god, what happened to you? Come in.”, he invited you in, stepped aside, and stared at you in shock and pity. The actor led you to the couch and you took a seat when he came back with some tissues “Here you go.” You didn’t even realize that the tears were still spilling out of your eyes – you just couldn’t seem to stop them. After a while of trying to calm down and Jake comforting you in a big hug, he felt confident enough to ask a question

“What did he do to you?”

The thought made you want to cry even more, but you held back and got all your courage together, thinking that you finally had to tell somebody to get it off your chest

“H-He-He hit-t me. But i-it wasn’t th-the first time.”

“Why didn’t you do anything?”, he wondered.

“Why I didn’t do anything?”, you sounded a lot more furious than intended,” He has been keeping me inside for the entire time of us being together!”, you sobbed in between and tried to stop yourself from crying even more “Th-This today, was one… of the first times, he let me leave the house.” Your hands were holding your face at that point. “He got jealous because of you.” That made him stop rubbing comforting circles on your back.

“I can’t do this anymore”, was the sentence you got out, being completely out of breath.

Jake took your face in his hands, made you look at him, and looked you deeply into your eyes, with his steel-blue ones “You’re safe. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, ever again. I won’t leave you.” You were looking for comfort and definitely received that from the man in front of you, but at that moment, you remembered how much his kisses calmed you down.

Your hands reached up to his, which were still holding your face, and your face neared his, only a short moment later your lips touched. It was a gentle and loving kiss, full of the regret of ever leaving each other. After separating again, Jake finished his statement from before

“Not this time.”

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Long Road to Forgiveness (Chapter 5)

Another story originally posted on FF.net.

Ninety six years is a long time to hold a grudge. Imelda carried her anger into the after-life and never thought she’d let go. He left her. He made her raise her daughter on her own. And worst of all, he forced Coco to grow up without her beloved Papa. No matter how much he begged, no matter what his excuse was, she would never forgive him.

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7.

Imelda didn’t want to think about it. There was too much to do and she didn’t need the distraction. She was the first one to cross over to the other side. She needed to get everything ready for when the rest of her family died. The Department of Reestablishment helped her find a place to set up shop again. She tried her best to make her home look exactly like the one she built in Santa Cecelia. A few things were off about it. For one thing, Santa Cecelia had a warm color pallet of soft yellows and oranges while the Land of the Dead was splashed with color everywhere. Another was the vertical build of everything. She’d grown used the little piece of the world she carved out for her family and wasn’t interested in having upstairs or downstairs neighbors. In the end, she settled for a couple bottom levels of a building. The ground floor was the workshop while the upper 2 levels was their living area. There were a few perks to being on the bottom floor. For one thing, it made it easy for customers to visit. For another, she didn’t have the uneasy feeling that her business might one day topple over. Her favorite part, however, was the courtyard.

In life, she loved her courtyard. It was the place where her family gathered to relax after a hard day’s work in the shop. She had fond memories of family meals with her daughter and granddaughters. She and her brothers would sit out at night and have drink after the children went to bed. Sometimes, she’d just quietly pet her cat, Pepita, and watch the stars. She hoped that one day, after her family members lived their lives and crossed over, they could do it all again. Although, she doubted Pepita, now a massive jaguar alebrije, could still curl up in her lap.

It took her a few weeks to set up her workshop again. It was thankfully a peaceful few weeks all things considered. Sure, she had to deal with gathering supplies, putting machines together, and getting the word out to her old customers that she was back, but she did so without anyone to bother her. She was worried a certain husband of hers might rear his stupid, grinning head again. She thought she scared him off in the Center for New Arrivals, but she couldn’t be sure. He never was one to be intimidated. She remembered how unafraid he was when he first approached her. He was nervous, he later told her, in the way a schoolboy was when talking to a pretty girl, but not intimidated. So many other men were threatened by her independence, but not him. He smiled and joked about the macho act his peers put on. He went so far as to perform an exaggerated impression of her other suitors, deepening his voice and flexing his barely-there muscles. To her surprise, he made her laugh.

No, he certainly wasn’t afraid of her. He never was. But then, why did he leave? Was it simply because she asked?

This thought didn’t have time to warm her, however. The day before she was to open her shop, he turned up again. She was in the middle of putting up the sign for her zapateria. Her ladder wobbled as she struggled to align the sign with the hooks in the wall. Just when she thought she might fall, she felt someone below hold the ladder steady. She breathed a sigh of relief, put up her sign, and began her climb down. “Gracias señor.”

“No es problema. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

She froze mid-descent. That voice. He was at the bottom of the ladder.

She jumped the rest of the way down and turned to glare at him. He simply grinned and held a bouquet of five vivid purple morning glories. He remembered her favorite, that bastard.

“I wanted to congratulate you on opening your shop,” Hector said, offering her the flowers.

She pushed the bouquet back into his chest. “Don’t touch my ladder,” she huffed, shoving past him.

“I can’t tell you how proud I was when I heard you opened your own shop,” he said, following her. “I was so worried what you’d do once I was no longer around to provide for you and Coco, but I always knew you were a power source unto yourself.”

She cast a glare over her shoulder. I wouldn’t have needed to if I didn’t have such a worthless husband.

“And for the time,” he continued unimpeded. “I hear women these days can vote and got to college and all sorts of things. It’s about damn time too, if you ask me. But when I was alive? I heard how successful you were and I thought, ‘Dios mio, my wife is a queen, a diosa, of course she can do anything she wants.’”

She felt the fury burning in her stomach. The nerve of that man. So that’s why he returned after all these years. She was successful, so he came back to leech off of her. “Is that what this about?” she snapped.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard your poor wife has money now, so you come crawling back. Is that it?”

His mouth fell open. “I…no that’s not what this at all,” he stammered out. She rolled her eyes and stormed back into the house. He followed after her. “I’m simply happy for you. I married an amazing woman and I’m proud of you.”

“Not amazing enough for you when we were alive, though, right?” she slammed the door before he could get in.

“Please, just let me explain,” he begged, appearing at her window.

“Ernesto explained.” She slammed the shutters in his face.

“Ernesto lied,” he shouted from the other side. “I don’t know what he told you, but he lied.”

Oh this was rich. She flung open the shutters again and looked his dead in the eyes. “If you don’t know what he told me, how do you know he lied?”

“Because he lied to me,” he answered. “He lied about a great many things.” Imelda rolled her eyes and began closing the shutters, but he stuck his hand between them “Please just talk to me,” he begged, trying to hold one shutter open. “Did you even know I was dead?”

Imelda paused and he froze. The true answer was no, and in that moment they both knew it. The realization washed over them and their expressions shifted simultaneously. Imelda hated it. She experienced this before, this temporary melding of minds. It reminded her of a time when she and Hector worked as a well-oiled machine, going through their day, parenting Coco, and then of course, the music… It brought her comfort, once. She took it as proof she and Hector were perfectly matched. Now, it served as a painful reminder of what they once had, of what could have been.

Determined to shut out this feeling, she gathered the strength to pull the shutter from his grasp and slam it closed.

“You didn’t know I was dead,” he muttered from the other side of the window. “That’s it, isn’t it? That’s why you never put my photo up… Ernesto must have…” A frantic knock sounded on the shutters. “What did he tell you? I need to know!”

“Why don’t you go back to your other girls, you cul-“

“Other girls? What other girls?” he called back. “Imelda, there’s only you! You really thought…” Pleading mixed with anger in his voice. “Dios mio, don’t you know me at all?!”

She had enough of this. Boot in hand, she opened the door. Before he could react, she launched the boot at his head. It collided with his face and knocked him on his back. “Go away! I mean it, Hector! I don’t want you here!”

He lifted his head and she caught the wounded look in his eyes. She closed the door again before she let it soften her. It went quiet for a few minutes and she thought he left. But then, she heard a rattling sigh at the shutters. “Things must look bad to you, I know,” he said. “I never meant you any trouble. I’ll go.”

She listened as his footsteps disappeared into the distance. Once she thought he was gone, she opened the shutters to make sure. She couldn’t see him anywhere, but she did find two things left on her window sill, the morning glories and her boot.

[-]

The twins followed her a few years later, together on the same day. She marched into the Department of Family Reunions prepared to scold them about how she knew their experiments would get them killed one day. It turned out her lecture was unwarranted. They simply caught pneumonia at the same time and died only a few hours apart from each other. Her temper calmed by the still-boyish look of her little brothers, she gathered them in her arms, happy to have her family again.

The Land of the Dead absolutely fascinated them. The technology was unlike anything they had in the Land of the Living. They spent their free time exploring every inch of their new home. One day, they come home from one of their excursions abuzz with news for Imelda.

They talked over each other, both wanting to be the first one to tell her what they saw. She waved her hands and said, “Alright, alright, one at a time.”

“Well, we were in the Plaza today…” Oscar began.

“Trying to examine how the vertical trollies worked,” Filipe finished.

“And we ran into someone.”

“Someone you know.”

“Someone you used to like.”

“A lot.”

“Who?” Imelda asked, wishing one of them would just spit it out.

The twins glanced at each other, suddenly nervous.

“Well, you see…”

“It was…”

“Hec��”

“…tor.”

“What?!” she shouted, causing them both to cower in their rib cages. “You dare bring his name into this house?! Tell me you didn’t speak to him.”

Oscar was the first to poke his head back out. “Not, intentionally…”

“We fully intended to completely ignore his existence,” Filipe added.

“Si, but, then he ran up to us.”

“He asked about you.”

“Wanted to know if you were doing well.”

“And what did you say?” Imelda growled.

“Not much.” Filipe threw his hands up, defensively.

“Said you were doing perfectly fine.”

“Then we got away.”

“As fast as we could.”

“Without looking rude.”

The twins glanced at each other nervously and Imelda could tell there was more to the story. “What else?” she said, rolling her wrist to signal them to go on.

Oscar was the first to speak up. “It’s just, we were talking on our way back.”

“And we agreed that he looked very young.”

“So young.”

“Too young.”

“Like, too-young-to-have-slept-his-way-through-half-of-Mexico young.”

“Wouldn’t have had the time.”

“So we were thinking.”

“And this is just a hypothesis.”

“That maybe…”

“…when he didn’t come back…”

“It wasn’t…”

“…entirely…”

“…his…”

“…fault?”

The brothers reached for each other, awaiting the inevitable explosion.

It turned out to be a slow burn. “You two think it’s wise to come into my house and try to make excuses for him?” she growled.

“No, no, no, no, no!” the twins burst out in a panic.

“It’s just, we fancy ourselves scientists,” Filipe explained.

“We like to examine all the evidence,” Oscar added.

“And when we were presented with this new piece of evidence…”

“…it put a different spin on the situation.”

“I’ll spin you across the floor if you bring him up again!” Imelda shouted, sending her brothers back cowering in their rib cages. “What is so difficult to understand? We do not speak of that man! We do not speak to that man! If I hear you talked to him ever again, you’ll find a new place for your experiments! Do I make myself clear?”

“Of course, Imelda.”

“Of course.”

“We’ll never speak to him again.”

“Never.”

“And if he tries to talk to us again…”

“…we’ll spit in his face.”

“Or do something equally as rude…”

“…depending on whether or not we can spit here.”

The twins got distracted by arguing about what constitutes spitting for a skeleton. Imelda sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Alright, I forgive you. But do not mention that man in my house again. As far as we’re concerned, he does not exist.”

“Of course, sister.”

“Yes, sister.”

With that, the brothers went off, discussing possible experiments to test the degree to which skeletons could spit. Imelda was left in the kitchen, clenching and unclenching her fists. The nerve of that man. How dare he speak to her family? If he weren’t more than dead to her, she’d hunt him down and make his skull spin. She spent decades building a life for her family which did not include him. If he thought he could waltz back in after all these years…

Coco will cross over someday. The thought struck her like a boot to the face. Though she hoped it wouldn’t be for a very long time, she looked forward to the day she could see her daughter again. But, she never had the hold on Coco that she had on the rest of the family. Coco was rebellious and did as she liked…and though she tried to hide it, she never let go of her father. She’ll want to see him, and I can’t stop her.

[-]

Years passed with Hector cycling in and out of her life. Sometimes she’d go years without seeing anything of him except maybe a quick glimpse at the market or the trolley station. Some days, usually on her birthday or wedding anniversary, she’d find a purple morning glory left on a window sill. If he was feeling bold, he might leave a note. Once, early on in her afterlife, he tried going to the shop under the pretense of needing a shoe repair. Pepita chased him away before he got much of a word in.

As the years went on, his attempts became less instant and more hopeless. He stopped leaving her flowers for their anniversary and only every few years on her birthday. If he left a note, it was short and simple, to the effect of “I’ll always love you, even if you no longer love me.” She might falter for a second, let herself doubt her anger, but she’d quickly steel herself against it. He made that choice all those years ago. She held onto her anger this long, it was her right. If he wanted her love, he wouldn’t have abandoned her.

But one day, he did something that made her heart melt for him, if only for a moment. It reminded her who she fell in love with all those years ago. If it was all an act for her, it might have made her angrier, but the truth was, he didn’t even know she’d seen.

She was out running errands one day and had to cut through the plaza. It was particularly busy, she noted, as she picked her way through the crowd. She was lost in her own thoughts, thinking about orders that needed finishing or supplies that needed refilled, when she heard a painfully familiar voice. She tensed up, preparing to scare him off, when she realized the voice was not directed at her.

She peered through the crowd and spotted Hector kneeling down and speaking softly to a crying little girl.

“It’ll be alright, niña,” he said, offering her a handkerchief. “We’ll find your family. What is your name?”

“Adelita,” the girl answered, rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, such a lovely name,” he cooed. “Who are you here with?”

The girl sobbed harder into the handkerchief. “I want my mamá.”

“Okay, we’ll find her.”

“We can’t,” the little girl shrieked, stomping her foot. “She’s still on the other side.”

“Oh, oh I see…” A shadow passed over his face. He took a second to collect himself, then recovered. “Who did you come to the market with?”

“Abuelo,” the girl answered through sniffs.

“Is he a nice abuelo?”

“Mmmhmm,” she murmured, peaking her face out from behind her hands. “He tells me funny stories.”

He gave her a gentle smile. “Sounds like a fun person to hang out with while you wait for your mamá, sí?”

“Sí.”

“And you’ll get to see your mama again soon. Dia de los Muertos is only a few months away,” he added, his voice becoming more animated. “That wait feels like nothing here.” The girl looked up, intrigued. He smiled and went on. “You know, I have a daughter just like you, and I go to see her every year. You can go to see your mama too.”

That was a lie. Imelda knew it was a lie. Now that she was dead herself, she knew for a fact he couldn’t cross over. She tore his face out of their photo decades ago. He couldn’t cross without it. She crossed the bridge every year to visit her family and he was never there. How dare he tell a blatant lie to child?

But then, she saw the look of hope on the child’s face and wondered if it was such a bad lie. Surely the girl’s living parents would put her photo on the ofrenda. What harm could come from it?

“My daughter, do you know what I call her?” Hector went on to the now-smiling child. “I call her mi vida. That’s funny, right?”

The girl beamed and said, “My papá called me princesa.”

Hector let out an exaggerated gasp. “Oh I’m so sorry, Princesa Adelita. I had no idea I was speaking to royalty.” He bowed low and the girl dissolved into giggles. He grinned and popped up to his feet. “Come on, Princesa. What is your abuelo’s name?”

“Arturo.”

“Okay, you can sit up here and be the look out,” he said, picking her up and placing her on his shoulders. “Let me know when you spot him.” He ran off into the crowd, the little girl squealing with laughter and both of them calling for Abuelito Arturo.

Imelda watched him disappear. Some jaded part of her mind wondered if he just put on a show for her, but she knew that wasn’t true. He had no idea she was watching. He never even glanced her way. Besides, this was nothing new for him. She couldn’t count the number of times they paused a date to help a lost child in the market or plaza find their family.

She no longer had a heart in her chest, but that didn’t stop it from melting. She tried to steel herself against it. This changed nothing. He still abandoned his family. That fact was set in stone. But watching him with that little girl moved something in her. For a moment, she caught a glimpse of the man she married.

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