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wondernimbus · 4 years

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another summer morning — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

prompt: a warm bed for @kalimagik and @the-hufflefluffwriter‘s “a very harry potter summer” !

a/n: school starts next week which is why i haven’t been posting as much but ahhh i hope you guys like this !! :D

Draco loves his wife.

He loves [Y/N], so he tolerates everything she does; her tendency to accidentally smack him in the face in her sleep, her sudden (deafening) singing outbursts at random intervals during the day that tend to have him jumping right out of his skin, how she constantly keeps bringing up the idea of adopting a ferret in tribute to Draco's fourth year at Hogwarts, and, Well. This.

"Your hair smells really good," says [Y/N], murmuring the words as she props her chin on his head and cards her fingers through his hair, the same way she's been doing for the past five minutes. Draco is laying in between her legs, his back resting on her chest as they lay on their bed. Late morning sunshine filters in through where they'd forgotten to close the curtains the night before, bathing the both of them in that kind of summery glow that's just the right amount of warm. Not enough to be sticky but enough to be reminiscent of picnics in the garden and days spent out by the beach and trips to Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor.

"That's what happens when you shower," replies Draco, lifting his head to the side so that he can meet her gaze for a brief, smiling moment, before he looks back to the book he holds in his hand.

"No, really," [Y/N] insists, brushing through his strands. "It smells like apples. And it's really very soft."

Draco laughs, and without looking away from his book, says, "We use the same shampoo, darling."

"Excuse me if I'm not nearly as appreciative of my own hair," she snorts, tugging on a strand. "Honestly, love, would you rather I walk around complimenting my own hair or yours?"

"You’ll have to give me some time to think before I answer such a phenomenal question.”

"Well,” she says, tone playfully challenging. “This is all the time you get.”

Draco hums, flipping a page as he feels her fingers playing with his hair, braiding some of the platinum blond strands before letting them fall back into place again. "Truthfully, this isn't that bad," he murmurs, slightly distracted as his eyes move down the text. "Having you snuffle my hair like a rabid wolf."

She gasps dramatically, but Draco hears the laugh in her voice. She smacks his shoulder. "Did you really just call your own wife a rabid wolf?"

Draco pauses, tears his eyes away from his book once more to angle his body in a way that he can look up at her. "What are you gonna do about it?" he teases, grinning as she scoffs in exaggerated outrage.

"I could adopt a ferret," she counters, and oh, Draco narrows his eyes at her. He hates ferrets with a burning passion (likely because he'd spent a few horrible minutes as one back in his teenage years), and she knows this, too, because the fake look of anger on her face slips away as she starts giggling.

Draco wants to be annoyed, but really, watching her like this—watching this beautiful, beautiful woman who he cannot believe is his wife, throwing her head back in a loud laugh, the sunlight catching on her freckled, slightly puffy cheeks that are dusted a faint shade of pink the way they always are in the morning—Draco can't bring himself to feel anything but fondness.

"Do you wanna go for a walk?" he asks, eyes catching onto the bright blue sky just outside of the windows, the birds flying in the distance. It's a nice day to go outside, maybe have a picnic.

But Draco knows her answer even before she says it. He feels the vibrations of her chest as she giggles, feels her shake her head from behind him. "It's far too hot. I'd rather stay here."

"Ah, yes. Of course you'd much rather sniff my hair," says Draco, unable to help himself from laughing.

"I am not sniffing it."

"Well, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm," she pauses, humming. Draco waits, having long lost his place in his book. "Admiring your hair," she finally settles.

He sets the book aside on the sheets, realizing that there is no way that continuing to read is a lost cause—not with him unable to tear his gaze away from her for longer than a few minutes. He turns around, smiling at the faint giggles that escape her lips, and wraps an arm around her middle, shifting a little so that they're lying side by side and Draco can fully take in all of her beautiful, morning glory: her slightly messy hair, the freckles across her cheeks, the slope of her nose, the swell of her lips, which are turned up into a smile.

"Enjoying the view?" she teases, leaning forward so that she can bump her nose against his just slightly, still smiling in that way that never fails to have Draco's heart doing little double-takes inside his chest. He lets out a small breath of laughter, leaning in to press a soft, affectionate kiss to her lips—a mere second long, and yet one that holds a subtle sort of love that could last for entire centuries.

Pulling away, he murmurs, voice hushed like he's sharing a secret, "I wish I could spend the rest of my life here. Just laying with you like this."

[Y/N] smiles, some of the humor fading as a touch of sincerity sneaks in. She closes her eyes, eyelashes sweeping against her skin, looking so calm—so at home and at peace—that Draco finds himself wishing that he could somehow bring his words to life and stay with her like this, a moment frozen in time. That he could forever have her limbs entangled with his own, bathing in the warm glow of the sunlight, looking at her.

She reaches up with one hand, palm nudging his ear as she threads her fingers through his hair. "Me too, darling."

Draco's lips curve up into a small smile. With a promise of a bright, summer's day ahead of them as they lay in bed holding each other, the summer breeze filtering in through the open windows, there really is nothing more to say other than—"I love you."

[Y/N] hums, quiet and comforting as she leans in and presses another kiss to his lips. "And I love you."

It's quiet for a while, just the two of them sharing in that sense of serenity, Draco soaking in the touch of her hands and her subtle smell of flowers.

And then, after a while, he hears her murmur, "Draco?"

"Yes, love?" He peels his eyes open and finds her staring at him, eyes alight and a tell-tale hint of a smile on her lips.

"I get that you despise them," she says softly, that tiny smile on her face growing with every word, "But ferrets would make nice pets."

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Finally

Pairing: Marauder Era!Remus Lupin x reader

Requested by: anon

Prompts: ‘bite me’ and ‘make me’

Summary: when Remus’s parents out for dinner, you and Remus finally have time alone...

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), sex, swearing. This is just smut tbh

Gif creds to owner

Finally, the house was empty, save for you and Remus. You were spending the Christmas break with Remus’s family this year, and while you adored his parents, you had been craving some time alone with your boyfriend for almost two weeks. it seemed Remus felt the same way too, because as soon as Hope and Lyall had apparated away from the back garden, he was on you, pinning you to the wall and kissing you passionately, his thigh wedged between your legs. You whimpered softly, snaking your hands up to yank on his hair, biting his lower lip to get him to open his mouth. He happily complied, his tongue clashing with yours as you kissed.

“Upstairs, now,” he said, voice low, with a slight growling edge to it.

“Make me,” you teased, before squealing. Remus certainly wasn’t in the mood for teasing tonight- he hoisted you up over his shoulder, smacking your arse as he carried you upstairs. Damn his werewolf strength.

With the door kicked shut and you tossed onto the bed, remus began undressing, lips still attached to your neck as you tried to take your jumper off. Giving up, you scrabbled for your wand, and with a few quick charms, you were both bare. Remus groaned at the sight, trailing kisses down your body (and getting a little distracted by your breasts along the way), remus hovered above your heat. You shivered, feeling his hot breath tickling your wet folds, but before you could beg, Remus delved between your legs, holding your thighs apart as he devoured you. You gasped out, pushing your hips up to his greedy mouth, his filthy moans making you wetter and wetter. “Shit, Remus,” you moaned out, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping his headboard. Remus pulled away, leaving his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow circles. You pouted, so close, yet so far. “Please make me come,” you whimpered, biting your lip hard.

“Make me,” remus smirked, imitating your earlier cheek. Your eyes widened and you groaned, arching your back.

“oh, bite me,”

“I will if you ask nicely,”

“Remus please!” You moaned as he pulled away his hand. “Please, fuck me, I need you,”

“Is that so?” Remus grinned, lining up with your entrance, pushing in swiftly. You let out a low moan, your legs already locking behind his waist as he gripped the backs of your thighs, rutting into you at an animalistic pace. Mouth hanging open, eyes drooping with pleasure, you wrapped your arms around his neck, grasping handfuls of his hair, bucking your hips up to meet him. “Fuck, YN, you’re brilliant,” he grunted between thrusts, his hair falling over his forehead.

You made a noise that sounded vaguely like his name, trailing your hands down to scratch at his back. “You gonna come, baby?” He groaned in your ear, sucking a mark just below it. “Gonna come on my cock like a good girl?” You whimpered in response, nodding. Remus smiled, licking his lips and scraping his teeth against the bruise he just left, reaching a hand down to pinch your clit.

It was too much for your body to take.

Pleasure washed over you, wave after wave rolling over your body as you spammed in Remus’s arms, crying out his name, not even bothering to muffle yourself. Remus grunted, and with a few more thrusts he was spurting inside you, groaning your name in your ear.

Breathless, spent, and completely blissed out, you clung to remus, even as he pulled out. He smiled weakly at you, reaching for his wand to clean you both up, before tugging one of his jumpers over your head. You smiled softly at his as he pulled on pyjama bottoms and gathered you into his arms. “Sleep love,” he murmured. “My parents will be out for a few hours yet... we might have time to go again,”

You giggled and nuzzled into his chest. “How can I argue with that?” You mumbled, eyelids already heavy.

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years

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Unrequited?

A/N: Here is my entry for @hufflefluff-writer ‘s writing challenge! Sorry it’s so late!! I’ve bolded the prompts I chose. This was originally super angsty but I changed my entire plot at the last minute so now its *hopefully* a mix of everything. It isn't very long but nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Parties are always the catalyst for confessions.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: unrequited feelings, a lil bit of angst

Word count: 1.5k

The library is silent as you finish the conclusion to your Charms essay. Your quill scratches against the parchment; a comforting sound to your ears.

“Why is it, whenever I look for you, you have your nose stuck in a book or you are finishing school work?” A familiar voice drawls; your heart beginning to race at the sound of it.

You look up from your work, meeting the bright blue eyes of Draco Malfoy. “I’m not sure, you only ever seem to seek me out when you want something.”

He puts a hand on his chest, “Now you wound me.”

“Oh please,” You say, rolling your eyes with a smile.

He grins at you, and you’re pretty sure he can hear how loud the beating of your heart has become. You curse yourself internally for letting him affect you this way.

“What do you want, Draco?”

He sits down across from you; his fingers tracing the age-old ink doodles on the table. “What makes you think I want something? Why can’t I just want to spend time with you?”

You feel your face flush, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Now I know you want something.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, giving in. “Alright, you caught me. We’re having a party in the common room tonight and I want you to come.”

You frown, “I don’t do parties, Draco, you know that.”

“I do, but still I’d like you to come… please?”

You stare at him, wondering whether you would ever have the strength to turn him down, “Have I ever told you no?”

Draco smiles; it’s his special smile that he only reserves for a couple of people – one of them being you. “I hope I’m not around for the day. You’re the best.”

“I know I am. I’ll see you tonight then?”

He nods, standing from his place at the table. “You will.”

Draco presses a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving. You watch him in shock as he saunters away.

You hold your hand to your cheek; feeling that all-too recognisable pang in your chest. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you had fallen in love with your best friend; just that you had. It must have been happening over some time as it didn’t feel like some world-changing revelation to you, but rather, something simmering deep within your bones. As if loving him was part of your very being. You couldn’t tell him your feelings for him for the fear of being rejected and losing him from your life altogether. A life without Draco Malfoy involved seemed like a pretty poor life in your opinion. He presented such a hard exterior to keep up the Malfoy reputation but the man behind the mask was much softer. It seemed almost inevitable that you fell in love with him.

You couldn’t help the small part of you that wished he felt the same way too.

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Slytherin didn’t have parties that often; tending to think themselves above such rowdiness, but on the rare occasion they did – it was big.

Bodies were crushed in the centre of the common room where a makeshift dance floor had been set up. A radio had been found; volume turned all the way up as the latest wizard music charts played.

You sit on one of the many black leather couches that decorate the common room; a small glass of firewhisky in your hands that you nurse quietly as the party progresses.

Your eyes seek him out; they always do, as if they’re drawn to him, needing to see him to know that it’s okay.

You find him leaning against the further wall; dressed head to toe in his usual all-black outfit. A brunette girl leans in close to him, whispering something only he can hear. He smiles at her and you can feel your heart break.

The moment he leans in to kiss her, you have to leave the room. You can’t go through that again; you can’t watch him kiss another girl who isn’t you. It isn’t fair; you won’t do that to yourself.

You brush yourself down as you stand from the leather couch, handing your drink to your friend, “Here, you finish this. I’m done for the night.”

“Are you sure?” She asks, concern lining her features, “I can come with you.”

You shake your head, “Don’t worry about it, you have fun okay? Blaise has had his eye on you all night.”

She grins, flicking her eyes to where Blaise stands, “He has?”

You nod, patting her shoulder, “He’s over by the drinks. Go get him. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

You leave the common room; wanting fresh air more than anything in the world, including the blonde-haired teenager you had left behind.

The night air is cold, but it cools your overheated skin courtesy of the small amount of alcohol running through your veins. You felt downright awful; jealousy was rearing its ugly head within you, having you despise the girl on the receiving end of Draco’s kiss. It wasn’t her fault; she had done nothing wrong.

You sit down in the entrance to the courtyard; releasing a breath and wishing you had grabbed your jacket before leaving the common room. The pale light of the moon has washed the courtyard in a pale grey hue – as if all the colour had been leeched from the world. It was oddly comforting. You sit there moving your eyes around the courtyard, focusing on different spots; breathing through the emotions raging inside you.

You hear his footsteps before his voice. You have the sudden urge to cry.

“There you are,” Draco greets, voice filled with relief, “I was looking for you.”

“Really? You looked to be too busy to notice my absence.” You cringe at the blatant jealous lacing your tone.

“I always notice you.”

“Don’t do this, Draco. I don’t think I can take it.”

“Do what?”

“This,” You say, gesturing between your bodies, “Where you act like this and I have to pretend that I’m not in love with you.”

He’s silent; sitting down next to you on the cold ground. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you.” He confesses to the night air.

“For how long. How long have you bottled this up?” You demand.

“I didn’t realise my feelings for you until a few months ago.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Your voice breaking as you question him; so many thoughts running through your mind.

Draco remains silent; picking at invisible loose threads of his trousers. You sigh, placing your hand on top of his, rubbing your thumb across his hand in a comforting motion.

“Draco, why didn’t you say anything?”

He refuses to meet your eyes as he whispers, “I was scared.”

“What were you scared of?”

He gestures between your bodies, just as you did moments ago. “I didn’t want to ruin what we have. Our friendship means so much to me; I didn’t want to ruin it with my feelings.”

“Draco, I’ve just told you I’m in love with you.”

He nods, “It’s why I can’t keep kissing strangers anymore. I thought if I kissed someone else I wouldn’t have feelings for you anymore. And our friendship wouldn't be ruined.” He groans, “I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid. Did it work? Kissing someone else?”

Draco shakes his head, “If anything it made them stronger. I’d think about what you would feel like to kiss – how you would respond, and I’d pull away more lovesick than ever.”

“Why don’t you find out?” You ask, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Daring him to make the first move.

“What?”

You shift slight, angling your body towards him, “Kiss me, Draco.”

His hands cradle your face as he leans in. He pauses slightly, checking for permission despite you verbalising it. You respond by titling your face to his, brushing your lips against his ever so lightly.

The feel of your lips is what spurs him on to kiss you more firmly. It’s too much and too little all at once. Your arms wrap around his neck, to pull yourself closer to him. To feel even more of him against you. Every single emotion you had ever felt for the other is being poured into this kiss; unrelenting emotion and passion shared between the two of you as you take Draco’s bottom lip between your teeth and bite down. His answering moan sends shivers from your head to your toes.

He’s addicting; he’s a drug and you’ve craved him for months.

So much is defined by this kiss; it’s the shift from friendship to love. To letting those feelings that you’ve had for Draco encompass you entirely. Letting yourself be consumed by the love you feel for the blonde-haired teenager.

You pull away first, “Well?”

Draco grins wickedly, “I think we’re going to have to try again.”

You laugh, pushing his shoulder lightly, “Smooth, Malfoy.”

His face softens; his eyes filling with the love he feels for you, “I do love you; you know? The girl at the party meant nothing.”

“Really?”

He nods, “I only want you. You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say you feel the same way. What would you say to us giving this a try? Let me take you on a date to Hogsmeade so we can start this properly?”

You smile at him, “I’m still not able to tell you no.”

His answering smile is mesmerising. The grin lighting up his whole face as leans in to kiss you again. Kissing you deeply, lovingly. All doubts about his feelings for you are scattered from your mind as his arms wrap around you, holding you tight against him.

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nebulablakemurphy · 4 years

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Absolutely Smitten

Neville Longbottom x Fem!Reader

Requested by the wonderful @obsessedwithrandomthings for comfort fic fridays. (Obviously I realize it’s not Friday, but I’ve been in a writing slump.)

Summary: You skip class due to an awful period, Neville finds you. Kisses, cuddles and comfort ensue.

You’re packing up books, for next class, when you notice an unfamiliar title amongst them. A mandrake screaming across the cover of the bound pages. “Hey, Longbottom.” You call after your potions partner.

“Y/N,” he turns back, toward the classroom.

“Forgetting something?” You wave the abandoned herbology book at him.

“Oh, thanks.” Neville says, dashing back to retrieve it. “It always seems to get away from me.”

“Most things do, as I hear it.” You snicker at his flustered expression.

“Right,” he nods. Tucking the book beneath his arm and shuffling past you.

“I was only kidding,” you trail after him, “mostly.”

“See you around.” He replies, continuing down the long corridor, then disappearing into the sea of students.

The two of your aren’t particularly close, you never have been. Gryffindors and Slytherins don’t get on famously, everyone knows it. But there’s something about Neville that makes him almost impossible to dislike.

The remainder of your day carries on normal enough; joining your friends for dinner, at the Slytherin table.

You’ve hardly got two bites in before your roommate leans forward to whisper,

“he’s totally staring again.”

“What? Who?” You ask, swiping your napkin over your face.

“Longbottom, of course.” She shrugs, turning back to her meal. “I told you, he fancies you.”

“He...he doesn’t. Quit being ridiculous.” You brush off the accusation.

She hums in consideration, “looks at everyone like that, does he?”

You sneak a glance in his direction; he is, in fact, staring. Eyes darting away when met with your own.

Your roommate giggles at the exchange, “told you.”

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The following morning, the only thing on your mind is the twisting pain in your lower abdomen. Apparently, you’re in for a long and miserable day in bed.

You turn over to the night stand, with a groan, blindly searching for the dose of pain potion you’ve stashed there. Waiting for it to take effect, before heading off to the lavatory.

Upon returning to your room, you realize you’re not alone. Even though the rest of your schoolmates should still be attending their daily lessons.

“Neville?” You squint at him, feet planted in the center of your room.

“Y/N, hi.” He replies, toying with the hem of his jumper.

“How’d you get past the portrait?” Only slytherins are allowed inside.

“Zabini got me in,” Neville tells you. Blue eyes flickering from your face to your sleeping clothes.

“Why?” You wonder, crossing the room, to sit at the foot of your bed.

“To see if you were alright,” Neville takes a step closer. “You hardly miss classes.”

“Well, if you must know, I’ve got cramps from hell.” You grumble, tossing your weight back against the pillows.

“Oh,” his cheeks heat up, “it’s...you’ve got your-“

“Period,” you roll your eyes, “yes. If you’re going to be weird about it-“

“I won’t, sorry.” He scratches at the back of his neck, nervously. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Come here,” you pat the mattress beside you.

Neville hesitates, for only a second, before toeing off his shoes and climbing in.

You roll to the opposite side, allowing him to curl around your back; tossing one arm over your waist. “Do you mind moving a bit lower? The heat helps.”

“Y-yeah,” he stammers. His fingers skimming beneath the hem of your shirt. To rest his open palm against your lower belly. “How’s that?”

“Better,” you sigh, relaxing into his touch. “Do you want to tell me why you’re really here?”

“Well, I-” Neville swallows, hard, “I fancy you.”

“I fancy you too.” You admit, toying with his fingers.

“Your secret’s safe with me, I won’t tell a soul.” Neville whispers, nuzzling your neck.

“It’s not exactly a secret, why do you think Blaise let you in?” You inquire.

“He knows you fancy me?” Neville stammers, still reeling with the knowledge that you’re interested.

“He’s not thrilled about it,” you shrug, “but yes, he knows.”

Neville is silent for a beat, before laying a single kiss at the corner of your mouth. “My mates know too. Although they think I don’t have a shot with you.”

“And look at you, shooting your shot anyway.” You smirk, turning your head to see his face. So close to yours, eyes swimming with emotion. “Kiss me for real this time, will you?”

“Gladly,” he breathes. Catching your lips in a slow, passionate, kiss that leaves you breathless.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” You demand, as you break apart.

“Just now,” Neville grins from ear to ear.

“That’s not fair,” you huff. “No one’s that good a kisser their first go!”

“I’m up for a bit of practice,” he murmurs.

“Yeah,” you nod, rolling to face him, “alright.”

After a round of heated snogging, you settle against his chest. Drifting off to the steady rise and fall of his breathing; and waking to the soft flicker of the overhead light.

“I told you.” Your roommate snickers, having finally caught the two of you. “Absolutely smitten.”

“Shove off!” You wave her away, snuggling farther into Neville’s side.

“Oi, it’s my room too.” She protest, her tone light, as a smile graces her lips.

You toss a pillow in her direction.

“Alright, I’m going, I’m going!” The door clicks shut behind the intruder.

Neville chuckles, as you reposition yourself with a sigh. “I really should be going soon.” He says, only pulling you closer.

“I suppose you should.” You yawn, if only he weren’t so comfortable.

Sometime later, you watch Neville dash out of your bed, to ensure you’re not caught by anyone else.

“Will I see you in class tomorrow?” He asks, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Probably,” you nod, “I’m feeling a bit better...thank you for everything.”

“Anytime.” Neville smiles, heading for the door, and tripping over your trunk in the process.

You giggle as he rights himself. “Careful there, Longbottom.”

He chuckles, softly. “I’ll do my best.”

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skullrock · 4 years

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the lie

gif by @harringtown

pairing: Steve x Reader

summary: Steve lets out a big lie to prove Mike Wheeler wrong, but it ends in his favor. (aka, the one time Steve Harrington thanked Mike Wheeler for anything.)

warnings: swears!

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this one is for @sourapplebaby luv u Syl

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Steve knew he fucked up as soon as the words fell out of his mouth.

“Why isn’t Y/N here?”

“She has work,” Steve says. “She has a life outside of your basement, Mike.”

“Unlike you,” Mike retorts.

“Can everybody just calm down?” Will says quietly.

“When are you guys getting married?” Dustin asks, propping his head up on his hands.

A cacophony of voices ring out, Max and El’s the loudest.

“Yeah!”

“When is it gonna happen?”

“You guys are so cute!”

“Steve couldn’t get married if his life depended on it.”

“Shut up,” Steve hisses at Mike. “I am getting married, so there.”

Steve nearly slapped his hand over his mouth, guilt creeping over him. It’s the biggest lie of the century, but Mike is not allowed to win this one.

The room is deathly quiet until everyone erupts in cheers. Dustin tackles Steve, beating on him, shouting, “I knew you could do it!”

“She said yes? You’re really engaged?” Max asks, holding El’s hand as she bounces in her seat. “When did this happen?”

“Week ago,” Steve says quickly.

Mike’s eyes narrow. “So you’re really engaged.”

Steve doubles down, digging himself deeper into the absolute shitfest that was sure to spike from this. “I am.”

“So if I asked your girlfriend - excuse me, fiancée- she would be able to affirm?”

Steve nods. “That’s right.”

But, of course, Steve runs home and calls Robin immediately, unsure of how to go forward.

“I fucked up,” he admits.

“Typical. What happened?”

He explains the situation, and Robin scoffs. “Steve, you lied about something this big to - piss off a sixteen year old?”

Steve sighs heavily. “That’s correct.”

“You’re such a moron -“

“What am I supposed to do, Robin?”

Robin is dumbfounded. “Tell them that you lied? Tell her that you lied? Tell everyone that you lied?”

“No,” Steve says sadly. “Can’t do any of that.”

“Then what, Steve? What are you going to do when Mike confronts her?”

“You’re no help,” he groans. “You’re supposed to fix it for me.”

“Got yourself into this one, get yourself out of it.”

Robin hangs up, leaving Steve in silence.

There’s another reason why Steve is freaking out - the idea of being engaged made him excited.

It wasn’t something he really thought about. He wanted to marry you, of course, he just never anticipated when he’d do it. But it seems as good a time as any. You’d been together for three years. He knew that he was desperately, madly, completely in love with you. He knows he can envision having a family with you, in a little house in the suburbs of the city, with a cat and a dog and a big yard.

It all hits him at once, making his head spin. It was simply too much for him - he decides to push it down and stay silent about it all. You won’t find out, right?

===

You open your door to find Max and El on the porch. They grin widely as they see you.

“Ooh, look who it is,” Max croons.

You nod, confused. “It’s me.”

“Yeah, future Mrs. Steve,” El says.

“No, El - it would be future Mrs. Harringtown, or whatever his last name is.”

“Oh -“

You furrow your brows. “What are you two talking about?”

“How you’re engaged!” Max shakes her head. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

You stare at her with wide eyes. Steve had never proposed - holy shit, did he propose? Were you half awake when he did and you said yes? Were you tuning out his basketball talk when he asked and you just nodded absentmindedly?

No way, you think, looking down at your left hand. No ring, no proposal!

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know I was engaged,” you say slowly. “Who told you I was?”

El and Max look at each other, their eyes as wide as yours. “Steve did.”

“Steve told you that we were engaged?” Your voice is hoarse. “Steve told you? My boyfriend Steve? Harrington?”

“Just last night,” El says. “He told us at Mike’s.”

“Are you saying you’re not engaged?” Max asks.

You shake your head in disbelief. “I gotta go. I’ll see you both later.”

When you shut the door, Max looks at El. “Don’t tell Mike, he’ll have a power trip.”

===

Steve comes over later to see you, and you confront him right off the bat. His foot is hardly over the threshold when you ask, “Can you explain something to me?”

Steve shuts the door quietly, pupils widening. “Perhaps.”

“Can you tell me why Max and El came over today to ask why I didn’t tell them we were engaged?”

Steve blinks, then forces out a pitifully fake laugh. “What? Who would ever say that? I have no idea who told them something so silly.”

“Really? Because they told me they had heard it from you.”

Steve falters, then sighs. “I can explain.”

“You can’t just tell people that we’re engaged, Steve! You can’t just - just make that up!” You start to pace. “I mean - shit, Steve. I wanna marry you - of course I do - but you can’t just decide we’re getting married.”

He tries to interrupt. “Y/N -“

“I’d at least like a proposal, Steve, or a real talk about our futures before you start saying that -“

“Y/N -“

You turn your back to him, pacing again. “And you shouldn’t have children coming to tell me the good news. I think I should know about my engagement before them, don’t you think?”

He’s suddenly quiet, so you ask, “What are you doing?”

Nothing. You turn to face him, and he’s suddenly kneeling in front of you, a box in his hand.

Your mouth drops and your brows furrow. Your eyes well up with tears before you can even process what’s happening. “Steve, what are you doing?”

“Having a real talk about our future.”

Steve’s never been so nervous in his entire life. His body and his hands shake, but he starts talking. “My parents were never in love. I never had any kind of healthy perception of what love is. I only got some ideas from movies and my shitty friends.” He swallows. “So for a long time, I thought love wasn’t real, or it was this unattainable thing.

“But then I met you. And suddenly, the movies made sense. My mom used to play me these vintage romance movies, and she’d always tell me that a love like that never existed. But she’s wrong.” He shrugs. “About a lot of things, but especially this.” He sighs. “Okay, shit, my knee is hurting -“

“Steve -“

“I’m not done!” He smiles. “I never thought I had a future, either. I thought I was destined for the worst. My first job burned to the ground, I got roped into fucked up stuff, I have nightmares ... I thought my life was hopeless. But now, I can see a future. I can see us with a little girl and a picket fence, and a dog named Romeo. I can see so many pictures of us - of our family on the walls.” Steve licks his lips. “I can reach out and touch it, Y/N. Because it’s right there. And it’s real.”

You kneel down with him, watching him pop open the box. It’s a beautiful ring, one that’s old and storied and ready to be used again.

“I did get this from my mom,” he admits. “It was my great grandmother’s, or something. She said it was art decal.”

You laugh tearfully. “Deco.”

“Whatever,” he smiles. He takes a deep breath. “Will you have a future with me?”

You throw yourself onto him and he falls back, slamming against the carpet. Neither of you care, though - you kiss him passionately, nodding the entire time. Against his lips, you whisper, “yes, yes, yes!”

Steve feels like he just won the lottery. Like he’s the luckiest man on earth. He’s light as air, happier than he’s ever felt. It’s like he’s invincible, radiant, unstoppable. Like he’s home, like he belongs, like things are finally going to work out.

“This isn’t how it was supposed to go, by the way,” he jokes, sitting up. “But I needed to get you to shut up somehow.”

Steve slides the ring on, and it fits nicely. You laugh in shock and happiness. “I’m getting married!”

“Me too!” he laughs, tearing up. “We’re gonna do it!”

You reach out and wipe some of his tears away, caressing his cheek. “Steve, I love you so much.”

He takes your hand, pressing a kiss into your palm. “I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

“Wanna bet?”

And, as much as Steve hates it, he gives a silent thank you to Mike Wheeler.

===

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Musical Monday - 15.02.21

-> @siriusly-harry asked: Harry styles fine line & Harry Potter :) <3

Tastes like strawberries On a summer evenin' And it sounds just like a song I want more berries And that summer feelin' It's so wonderful and warm

Some of Harry’s best memories are from summer afternoons spent at the Burrow. Part of the reason why is because he’s been welcomed in a loud but loving household, giving him a sense of family he’d never felt before those summer afternoons. The other reason is Ginny. She’s so cool, and thrilling. She’s the sun setting, leaving behind a trail of pink and orange. She’s the smell of fresh lemonade and grass. She emits a brilliant warmth and he can’t get enough of it.

I don't wanna be alone When it ends Don't wanna let you know I don't wanna be alone But I, I can feel it take a hold

Ron has always loved Hermione, just like she’s always loved him. However, it’s much easier to ignore the feeling rather than embrace it. Love is scary because when you care about something, it makes it that much harder to lose. It takes a lot of time and many battles, but Ron finally ends up understanding that that fear is precisely why he should go back to her. She’s a beacon of light guiding him, and he knows he can face anything if he’s by her side.

Walk in your rainbow paradise Strawberry lipstick state of mind I get so lost inside your eyes Would you believe it?

Luna is a dreamer. Life is filled with tiny little delights and noticing them is in her nature. She falls in love with every wondrous thing that crosses her path. She has the very rare talent of seeing something special in anything and everything. Luna is essentially exactly like the pink sunglasses she wears; you slip them on and everything comes in bursts of colour. Anyone would be blind not to see rainbows when catching the gleam in her eye.

Sunflowers Sometimes Keep it sweet in your memory I was just tongue-tied, I don't wanna make you feel bad But I've been trying hard not to talk to you Sunflower

Bravery is one of Neville’s best qualities. He’s fundamentally good and more than willing to prove himself in times of turmoil. He’s a fierce friend and a loyal protector. Because he is human, he also has his weaknesses, the biggest one being himself. He has so much love to give, but the fear of being rejected makes him retreat slowly when that special someone approaches him. He trips over his words, and loses all control, but it all comes from a place of insecurity. He knows it is brave to stand up for his loved ones, but he has yet to learn that sometimes it takes even more courage to stand up for yourself. He’s getting there.

Forget what I said It's not what I meant And I can't take it back I can't unpack the baggage you left. What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around?

Love has made Cho suffer more than most, especially at such a young age. She’s in a constant state of inner conflict, like she’s at war with herself. She doesn’t know if her feelings are valid, or whether or not they make her a bad person. It’s not easy losing someone you love, but letting yourself move on is even harder. Cho has said things she regrets to the people she cares about, and she wonders if she’ll ever be able to take those words back. What she fails to realise is that she is strong enough to rebuild what’s been broken, and her grief doesn’t make her damaged or unworthy. She will find love again.

I was away And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch Who can't admit when he's sorry. Don't call me baby again You got your reasons I know that you're tryna be friends

Fred is impulsive and his emotions often cloud his judgment. He’s passionate and cocky, he’s the definition of a playful smirk, but his pride gets in the way when he’s upset about something. It makes it very difficult for him to apologise to the people he cares about, even when he knows he’s in the wrong. However his qualities outweigh his flaws, and because he is a good person at heart, he knows when to give the other person space and time. Even though he's too proud to admit just yet, he’ll always be there.

Test of my patience There's things that we'll never know You sunshine, you temptress My hand's at risk, I fold. Crisp trepidation I'll try to shake this soon

George and Lee have always been mates, friends, companions, partners, but there’s always been something more, tucked away safely between bright red bed covers and tentative fingers. It’s a rare feeling, hiding in plain sight, but it makes the lines blur and spill into a pool of uncertainty. What these young lovers have yet to learn is that affection as pure as the one they share deserves to grow out in the open. It isn’t wrong, thus it shouldn’t have to be treated like a shameful little secret. Both boys deserve honesty and clarity, but more importantly, they both deserve happiness together.

He takes a boat out Imagines just sailing away And not telling his mates He wouldn't know what to say. She She lives in daydreams with me She's the first one that I see

Draco is searching for something. He’s always felt lost, drifting in his family’s direction because that seems like the easiest way to go. As he grows, he starts to realise that this way might seem easier, but it isn’t in the slightest. He dreams of something better, another path he could choose, where he would eventually meet someone who sees him for the man he wants to be. In order for that to happen, he needs to let go of his family’s expectations, and he needs to work on himself. He needs to repair the damage he has caused, and find it in within himself to become a better man. No one can do that for him.

A/N: this was a more Love oriented version of Musical Monday but hopefully you like it! <3 I probably will focus more on matching one specific character to one song next time, but because the theme was love, i couldn’t not mention ships haha. I know George x Lee may seem super random but i read it somewhere once and now they’re canon in my head! Hope u guys enjoyed this Musical Monday, I had a lot of fun working on this! thank you @siriusly-harry for your request, i've added your other one to the list !

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fromashescomephoenixes · 4 years

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Forever Isn’t Long Enough

A/n: This fic was requested by @crescentnightwood Thank you so much for the lovely request! It was so fun to write :)

word count: 1.4k

summary: Sirius x reader dance together at Jily’s wedding

warnings: none!

••••

“Oh Lily,” I rushed to my friend and reached out to take her hands. “That ceremony was splendid,” We spun together in a quick circle of delight before sitting down together at the small circular table.

It was quite a small wedding with- well, everything that was happening, it simply wasn’t safe to have a large one. And so me, the maid of honour and Sirius Black, the best man, were the only members of the wedding party.

The friends and family were all ecstatic, and you doubted there was a more loved couple in the whole world. Not to mention how much they loved each other.

Finally, after the ceremony and pictures, you had arrived at the reception. Dumbledore had agreed to let James and Lily use the room of requirement for it, which spoke a great deal to just how much everyone was rooting for them as a couple.

Whenever I looked at James and Lily, I knew my biggest wish was to have a love like that.

Of course, I had many people I loved in my life. Lily, who was like a sister to me. Aunt Minnie, who raised me after my parents were killed by Voldemort. James, my (friendly) rival in quidditch and transfiguration.

And then, there was Sirius. I loved him. So much that it made me want to laugh and cry all at once. He was my best friend. Truly, that’s as far as my love went. At least as far as I’d told him..

••••

The Room of Requirement had really put done itself this time. It was a stunning large room, which you could only describe as an especially opulent greenhouse. The room was made entirely out of glass, and let thin beams of golden sunlight (Godric knows how on earth it did that) into the room. There were vines and flowers and small fruit trees which covered every wall, and performed the room beautifully.

And the tables! The were a worn white wood, and set with rose gold silverware and lilies at each spot. I knew the only reason those were there is because James had instantly conjured them out of thin air, and sent them to each seat.

Soft music played, starting with trendy muggle music such as ‘The Beetles’ and moving on to wizarding songs such as ‘Alohomora my Heart’ I thought all of the songs were absolute bops.

As we all sat down to dinner, I realised that this small circular table consisted of only you, Sirius, James, and Lily.

“Oh this is so perfect,” I told them. “We all needed a celebration like this,”

“I feel like a wedding has even more symbolism right now,” Lily nodded. “It reminds people that there is still love in the world.”

“I love the fact that we’re celebrating your love for me, my darling.” James winked at Lily. Godric, their love made me want to swoon. “But in all seriousness, I agree. Not even Voldemort (I heard an audible gasp from the old, unknown lady sitting a couple feet away) is more powerful than love and people need to see that,”

“In all siriusness did you say?” Sirius grinned. “You are all right though. Plus now is definitely the time to say if you love someone,” Sirius’s eyes flicked over to you.

We all continued to idly chat and catch up. Somehow, I always could chat with these three as if I hadn’t seen them in years, and yet at the same time feel like I’d known them everyday of my life. It was so comfortable, and I felt love simply pouring out of you towards them.

“It’s time for your first dance,” Sirius announced. A slow, wizarding song began to play. It was as if it was made for them. It sang about the meadow of flowers, and all of the wild life (including Deers) It was a simple waltz, but they were so graceful and in love that the beauty was never ending. All I wanted was for someone to hold me like James was holding Lily. His Lily and her James. The song came to a close, but another which everyone could dance to came on. This time, an upbeat Beetles song began to play.

“Wanna dance y/n?” Sirius appeared with his hands in the pocket of his black jeans. He was so hot... Of course, I mean he’s hot as in everyone here is hot. The room of requirement must be missing a thermostat.

“Ah yes, I’ve been practicing my dancing so I could show off here,” I exclaimed with a grin. We went on to the dance floor and I began to preform various dance moves such as ‘the sprinkler’ or ‘the popcorn’

“Really y/n,” Sirius teased me “those dance moves are anything but acceptable for a wedding!” His laughter echoed as the song ended and faded out.

“Oh, and how would be suitable to dance?” I said in the sassiest way possible. Here, the music began into another slow song. To be specific 1000 Times by Sara Bareilles, one of my favorite songs.

“Well, I suppose really I’ll have to teach you,” Sirius smiles softly, but with just as much passion as his broad grins usually possessed. “Can’t you siriusly embarrassing yourself, can we?”

“Oh no,” I exclaimed dramatically. “That would be awful,” With a giggle I added “I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one lifetime!”

“Would you be referring to that whole green hair incident by chance?” Now Sirius really smirked at the memory of one of our most epic prank battles. He took my hand in his large, but smooth one.

“No. That was purely a fashion statement and nothing else,” I deadpanned while rolling my eyes. “Now, teach me how to dance!”

“You’re hopeless so far y/n!” I threw my head back into a laugh. “I love it when you laugh,” he gazed into my eyes. Holding the stare steady for a moment.

“I love it when you make me laugh,” I tried to compliment him, but I was a little shaken by the more serious turn. “I love a lot about you,” I began. It felt like the right time to take a leap of faith.

“What’s not to love?” He joked. Now we were simply spinning in small, slow circles. His hand was placed on the small of my back, which was bare due to the style of dress Lily chose for me. His hand felt so protective there, and I melted a little further into his chest.

“Well, you do have that habit of eating your boogers,” I purposefully spoke loudly enough for a few neighbouring couples to hear. Not to be out done, Sirius spoke slightly louder again,

“Oh well don’t get me started on how you bite your toenails!” We laughed together, silently deciding that was fair teasing and revenge for this instance.

“I want to keep this moment with me forever,” I sighed, resting my head on his leather shoulder. He had worn a suit to the ceremony, but the second that ended he changed into his usual jeans and leather jacket. Knowing Sirius I wouldn’t have expected anything else.

“I don’t know if forever would be long enough my love,” Sirius whispered.

“Am I?” I glanced up.

“Are you what?”

“Your love?”

“No.” And just like that everything came crashing down. For a horrible second, my whole body felt stiff as my mind replayed all of the beautiful moments I had spent with Sirius. Though it felt like an eternity, I was lifted by hearing his voice again. In my stuff few seconds, I hadn’t moved my head, so I could still hear his heartbeat.

“What I mean,” Sirius brushed a kiss on my hair, “Is that you are not only my love, but you are my life. You saved me with your kindness that day at the train station. You saved me with your smarts in every single situation we got into. You loved me in any and every way I needed, even when I didn’t believe anyone would. You are my love, my life, and my light. And hell, in this mad world I’m not keeping that from you one moment longer.”

We continued to gently sway to the music and I pressed myself into him as close as I could.

“I’m so happy,” And that statement could not be more true. “Forever may not be long enough, but not a moment of it will feel wasted if I’m with you.“

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thephantomofthe-internet · 4 years

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Read into Me Chapter 10: That Mad Ache

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 2,266

Warnings: ANGST FRIENDS THIS ONES NOT FUN

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You didn’t exactly know where you were going, but you didn’t care. You had the windows rolled down, Elton John crooning on the radio, and your bare feet up on the seat. Steve had taken off his tie and jacket, popping open the top three buttons on his dress shirt. His hair was blowing in the breeze and you could see his chest hair peeking out from under the thin material of his shirt. He looked hot. You were drunk on adrenaline and you felt like kissing him. You were hyperaware of your lips, of his. You almost reached over to kiss him. But you didn’t.

“Where are we going?” you called over the wind in your ears.

Steve turned and looked at you with a cheeky grin. He’d pulled in around the community pool, long closed. “You wanna go swimming?” he asked.

“Won’t we get caught?” you asked. You didn’t bother to mention your lack of swimwear. You weren’t naïve as to what he was suggesting and you weren’t uninterested in the idea.

“Nah, the cops are more interested in stopping teen drinking after the dance ends than sneaking into the pool.” Steve replied with a shrug, parking the car at the farthest end of the lot, under a heavy looking evergreen. You nodded, popping the door open. Steve grinned, following you as you made your way into the pool. As expected, the back gate was locked with a heavy padlock and chain, but the fence was easily jumped, barely seven feet tall, Steve barely had to climbed to reach the top and then up and over. The fence was a bit taller than you compared to Steve, but you hooked your bare feet into the latticed metal and heaved yourself up, pausing briefly at the top to take in a heavy breath before throwing your other leg over the top and shimmied down.

The pavement below was dry and harsh, long dried out from last summer. Hawkins still couldn’t be bothered to install an automated cover for the pool, draining it in the winter and leaving it uncovered for the rest of the year. It was a costly cheap fix, but it came in handy now. The long plastic line lanes had been pulled out and roped up on large barrels near the clubhouse and the lights along the pool walls turned the water ominously yellow along the edges. The lights above the pool had been turned off, but the street lamps along the road and in the parking lot lit up the area enough to see.

Steve swallowed hard. The woods were too close. He didn’t like darkness that loomed there; the unknown had too many options now. Those damned dogs could still be out there. He hadn’t seen where they’d gone. They’d all just run off. He hadn’t seen one since but on the nights where he couldn’t sleep he’d sit and watch out his windows to try to spot anything in those woods. He didn’t like the way the trees moved in the wind, especially with bleary, sleep deprived eyes. Now he was a bit too close. Cold sweat pricked his skin.

You reached behind your back and pulled down the zipper of your dress. You felt self conscious of yourself. You’d never stripped for a man, even really around a man. Still, you’d decided to do it. You pushed off the straps of your dress, letting it slip off your body and fall to the pavement below you. You dove into the water, icy cold on your skin.

Steve heard the splash. He whipped around, looking for a demo-dog about to strike. He didn’t know if they could swim and he didn’t want to find out. Instead he saw you burst through the water, your hair wet and slicked to your skull. Your makeup had smeared and your lips slightly blue. “You coming?” you asked, gasping for air to fill your cold body. Steve swallowed hard, nodding quickly. He kicked off his dress pants and unbuttoned his dress shirt. He jumped in fast, putting his focus on the beautiful, nearly naked girl in the water with him. In the back of his mind, he was wired. It wasn’t so much a fight or flight but more a protective urge. If anything happened, he’d made up his mind that he’d protect you over himself. He’d done it before for those kids, he’d do it again.

He burst out of the water in front of you with a splash. You laughed loudly, tipping your head back. Steve shook his head wildly, his hair flicking water over your face and neck. You squealed, pushing him away, swimming off to the other side of the pool.

“Aw come on, I thought you liked it wet,” he joked, swimming after you.

“Oh I do,” you started, turning to move away from the wall. Steve trapped you between his arms.

“Oh yeah? Tell me more…” he drawled. Moonlight was caught in your eyes. Or maybe that was street lights. It didn’t really matter; he could spend the rest of his life drinking you in.

You demurred, turning your head away from him. You ran a hand through your soaked hair. “Isn’t that a bit vain?” you asked.

“Sue me…” Steve chuckled, lowering his head to watch you carefully.

You conceded, leaning your elbows against the edge of the pool to hold yourself up. “I like your hair, wet or dry…I like your eyes and your smile…and…” you paused, humming slightly to mull over whether or not you should you should admit. “I like your arms.” You said simply, almost decidedly.

“My arms?” Steve was bemused. He expected to be flattered, and he was, but he didn’t expect a mention to his arms.

“Yeah, they’re strong and warm, I find them endlessly comforting.” You shrugged, reaching out a hand to caress his wrist gently. Your fingers had pruned, but your touch was warm, it sent tingles up his spine. You lifted his hand off the pool side, swimming under it and across the pool.

Steve turned to watch you go past. “And I like…” he said in a sing-song tone, putting his finger to his chin and cocking his head to the side.

“Oh no, I don’t really need to-” you started, holding up your hands defensibly.

“I like your laugh,” Steve said, cutting you off. “And your hands, even though they’re always covered in grey smudges, because you can make beautiful things with them. And I like eyes. You have nice eyes.”

You felt yourself colour. You didn’t know how to handle compliments, you didn’t get them often enough to be used to them. “Thank you…” you murmured. Steve once again trapped you. He felt warm against your skin, dizzying delicious. You wanted to stay there forever, but your mind screamed at you to run. His mouth hovered over yours, inching closer to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut. You wanted so badly to kiss him.

Instead, you pressed a hand to his bare chest, pushing him back. “Steve, wait,” you began.

Steve’s heart dropped “I thought…”

“I know, but I can’t, I haven’t told you yet…” your heart was breaking in your chest. You didn’t think this would be as difficult as this. You hadn’t expected everything to be so perfect.

“Told me what?” Steve narrowed his eyes. He didn’t know what you were about to say, but he didn’t like it. He’d already dealt with Nancy sneaking around with Jonathan Byers behind his back; he didn’t want to be made a fool again.

“I’m…leaving.”

“What?”

“I’m leaving Hawkins.” You sighed, pushing yourself onto the edge of the pool, letting the cold bitter night air sting your skin. “I’m meeting my mother in Paris. I’ve applied to the city’s school of the arts.”

Steve didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t imagined you going anywhere. You pressed on to fill the gap. “I don’t really know when I’ll be back here, it’ll all depend on if I get into the school and so I don’t want to lead you on or start something here when I’m leaving so soon.” You explained awkwardly.

“When are you leaving?” Steve managed to ask, swallowing hard.

“Right after graduation,” you said. Steve groaned loudly, an anguished cry. “I wanted to leave the first week of June but a part of the application process is working for a month in this sort of salon. It’s not like teaching its showing what you can do in real time. I have to leave right after exams and graduation to get there in time.”

The sound of a car speeding past drew in both your attention. You both became hyperaware that you were trespassing on city property. “We should go.” Steve said coldly, heaving himself out of the pool. You grabbed your dress off the pavement. Steve followed suit with his own dress clothes, pulling his dress shirt over his wet skin. You both hopped the fence again, walking in silence to his car. You felt distressingly naked compared to Steve, who was pulling back on his pants. Instead of going to the driver’s side to unlock the car, he popped the trunk and pulled out an oil marked Hawkins High sweatshirt from under the bat. He tossed it at your head and shut the trunk.

“Thank you…” you muttered, placing your dress on the roof of his car and pulled on the sweatshirt greedily. You drank in the warmth of the material, blocking out the cold air on your arms and chest. Steve unlocked his door and reached inside to pop the lock on your side. You pulled open your door and grabbed your dress, tossing it onto the floor of the car. You stepped in, shutting out the night as Steve started up the car.

You drove in silence for awhile. Then, Steve spoke “So, how long have you known?” he asked.

“A couple weeks, around the same time you asked me to prom.” You replied. Steve nodded, turning his attention back to the road. You could’ve cut the tension with a butter knife. “Do you hate me?” you asked.

Steve sighed “No, I don’t think I could hate you. But I wish you told me sooner.”

“I didn’t want to ruin prom…” you turned your attention to the window “And I didn’t think you liked me back…”

“So you’re just gone after this?” Steve asked, turning down your shared street. You silently wished he’d acknowledged your feelings. That’s he’d even look at you. You his gaze stayed fixed on the road ahead and his mouth pulled into a tight, thin line.

“I might be,” you turned to look at Steve fully “If I get in, then I’ll have the option to go for their four year program. But if I don’t get in, I’ll be back by early July.”

“And if you get in?” Steve turned into his own driveway, turning off the engine but not moving.

“Then I’d come home for Christmas...” that wasn’t a certain thing, your mother didn’t come home for the holiday and with assignments you weren’t certain you’d be back either, but setting a time frame for your homecoming made the whole thing feel more certain.

Steve nodded again. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek, not really looking at you, more the skyline behind your head. He was upset to say the least. Not necessarily at you, he understood why you hadn’t told him, but a bit of resentment harboured in the pit of his stomach. You were about to get out of this shit hole, to go on an adventure of your own. And he hadn’t even gotten into college. He was stuck here. He hated the universe for fucking with him, for showing him a new start and then taking it away.

“Steve,” you reached for the door. You needed to both be there with him and hidden away in your room. “Ask me to stay and I will.”

Steve turned to look at you. He saw the fear in your eyes, how pale you’d gone. You looked terrified and he was certain that it wasn’t of him. “Ask me and I will.” You repeated, nodding your head slightly.

Steve wanted desperately to say yes. To have you stay with him for the summer. But he knew it wouldn’t be fair. “No,” he breathed “I can’t do that, Y/N.”

“Yes you can, I’m telling you that you can.” You sounded desperate. You felt desperate. Every part of you was begging to stay exactly where you were. For the first time in your life, things were starting to turn up for you. Before now, you could’ve left everything behind easily. Now everything was more complicated. You were scared of the future, of what lay ahead in France. Steve was a way out, an escape from the change already set into motion. Your mother would understand she’d given up on so many things for men; her modelling career for your father, a second chance on it for an ex-fiancé, photo shoots and interviewers with designers for various flings. You giving up a chance at art school for Steve felt okay.

“No, no you have to go. You’re too good to not try this.” He rubbed your cheek with his thumb before turning away from you. Your heart broke, your hopes shattered on the floor at your feet. You bundled up your things from the floor and pushed the door open. Blue tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t be around him now.

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The Second Waltz (pt. 5/5)

(Part 1&2 Part 3 Part 4)

Wanda Pankratz observed the centre of the ballroom with rapt attention, her cornflower blue eyes glistening. She watched the two figures dance to “The Second Waltz” with astounding harmony. Both men were dressed in whites, black and blues, and they had eyes only for each other as they waltzed. Two other pairs danced close to the newlywed couple – two beautiful, blonde ladies with their witchers, one of them from the school of Griffin, the other from the school of Wolf. The Countess the Lettenhove’s lips curled into a tearful smile as she watched them. She then looked at her husband, who stood by her side and appeared just as moved.

“Oh, Alfred,” Lady Pankratz sighed, “we threw our children to the wolves.”

“But, my flower,” Lord Pankratz answered, “Coën is –”

Lady Pankratz tsked. “He’s an honorary Wolf!” she replied, “Please don’t spoil my delightful joke, dearest.”

Her husband chuckled but didn’t argue, then returned to gazing at Priscilla, Julian and Essi and their witchers together with his wife. Both their hearts swelled with love and ached all at once. Their children were happy and excited to begin travelling the country with their partners, yet this also meant that they would start their own lives and not visit home often at all.

Well, a year would have to pass before Essi departed for the Path with Eskel, which was due to Jaskier’s insistence. The Viscount had had a serious conversation with the Wolf witcher, and the rest of the family agreed with him on the matter, so Eskel couldn’t really object to Jaskier’s restrictions, no matter how much they upset Essi herself. The youngest Pankratz sibling had chosen a stage name for herself – Little Eye – and was already impatient to begin their partnership, and if it would bloom into a romantic relationship, then that would surprise precisely no one. Everybody could see how much the two admired each other already.

Priscilla renewing her partnership with Coën had certainly been a surprise. The Griffin witcher had of course been invited to Julian and Geralt’s wedding, for the Wolves treated him like their brother, yet no one had expected the reconciliation between the two to go quite the way it had.

When Priscilla and the witcher had been left alone in the room to discuss their issues, their conversation had quickly turned loud enough that everyone could hear it. The two had quite a set of lungs.

“Pris, you almost died!” Coën had cried, “You almost died and I couldn’t protect you!”

“You almost died,” Priscilla shot back, “because you threw yourself between me and that damned wyvern!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have followed me there like I told you to do!”

“And perhaps you should’ve understood when I told you I’d follow you everywhere!”

“No, I don’t understand it, Pris! You deserve so much better than just... me and the Path!”

“It doesn’t get better than you, Coën!”

After that, Priscilla’s family couldn’t hear anything more even if they strained their ears ( and they just so happened to be close), until the pair emerged from the room in high spirits. Although their hurt wasn’t mended, they were willing to travel together again and repair their relationship. As everyone observed them interact before and throughout the wedding, it became clear that they had been lovers after all.

The most surprising of all, however, was the fact that no one knew for certain whether Julian Pankratz and Geralt of Rivia had been lovers before their wedding or not, even though the possibility of it being true seemed to be high - the two always conversed in a very lively manner and their gazes lingered on each other. However, those who had seen their actual first dance were aware that the pair was just... like that.

When the White Wolf and his bard Jaskier danced their second waltz on their wedding day, it was a sight to see. The witcher led for the first half of the dance, then gave the lead to his husband, and the waltz ended with them kissing in a way quite inappropriate for polite company.

Attracting attention and scandalising everyone around seemed to become their trademark when they departed for the Path. The charismatic, colourful bard and the brooding, white-haired witcher made quite a pair. Curious looks followed them everywhere they went and Jaskier always took care to put on a show either by giving a great performance or showing affection for his witcher spouse unabashedly. The public definitely had a preference for the former – Jaskier was indeed an exceptional performer. He gathered great crowds and made them sing his songs all over the country, which resulted in the redemption of Geralt’s name and witchers having coins thrown at them.

Yet, there was no other occasion when Jaskier and Geralt captivated and shocked more than when they danced together. They didn’t frequent balls often, as such parties were too overwhelming for the witcher’s senses, but when they did, it was certain that they would steal the show.

“Husband,” Jaskier would address his witcher spouse sweetly, for he knew that Geralt couldn’t deny him anything when called this name by his betrothed, “dance with me.”

Geralt would agree of course, allowing to be led by Jaskier, or being the one to lead. Jaskier protests regarding the latter grew few and far in between over the years, and he let his witcher do a lot to him on the dancefloor, including the twirls up in the air.

The way the two of them moved together was always full of harmony and passion, which would make them gain both people’s admiration and scorn. Geralt and Jaskier didn’t particularly care for either in the moment.

(Especially that they were capable of so much more. They had their “private” kind of dance that couldn’t be witnessed by anyone, as it involved their bodies moving against each other heatedly, their hands wandering everywhere. The sole purpose of it was to lead them to undressing and engaging in another kind of vigorous activity).

What mattered to them during a dance was the irreplaceable feeling of connectedness – the pleasant, comforting sensation of their bodies and minds becoming one as they immersed themselves in the music and motion.

“Still like your favourite pie?” Geralt would ask in a low, warm rumble on moments like this.

Jaskier would smile and answer, “Always, dear heart.”

END

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A/N: @siriusly-the-best-bi @sometimesiwrite

What I imagine Jaskier and Geralt's "private" dance is a slow kind of tango... The thought of these two doing that makes me *combust*. Anyway, thank you for reading! Writing this was super fun and I hope you enjoyed it as well :D

This fic is also available on AO3.

#myfic #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #arranged marriage au #Regency AU #the witcher fanfiction

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batgirl-87 · 5 years

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Please can I get a 20 for the mc +Charlie thread/ask going around

Of course! =D Thank you for asking (and so politely =p)

(This got longer than intendent, classic me =p Sorry! But it was good stuff to think about, so thank you for the question!)

HPHM MC Ship Asks

20. What’s their least favourite thing about each other?

Ohhh like the first negative question about them I’ve gotten =p

You know those people who are like… too nice? Charlie can be like that super sweet, nice person but sometimes it drives Keira insane =p Like sometimes she wishes he would just tell someone to fuck off or punch them in the face =p Maybe because when he’s so sweet and nice to like everyone, even people she doesn’t like, it pisses her off, but also because he can be such a good person - like he’s a really good person and it can make her feel inadequate and like she’s a bad person! She has some violent tendencies, prone to anger, and definitely has a cold dark side to her so being around someone who can be so sweet and patient and kind and understanding even to complete arseholes can make her feel like she’s not good enough to be with him and he’s not going to want to be with her because he’s going to see she’s not that good of a person. And he’s so sweet, like as a boyfriend, that she can feel like she’s not doing enough in the relationship, not showing him enough she cares, neglecting him, etc. because she does have a lot going on, during Hogwarts years obviously but even post-Hogwarts years!

But it also can motivate her to be a better person, more patient and kind and understanding, more calm and not so quick to…punch people =p And it makes her show her more vulnerable and softer side as she works at being more open and honest with him about her feelings and expressing them more so he knows she cares just as much as he does. And it’s also why any time a little bit of this more rebellious and darker side comes out - that devilish smirk or the shady comments (normally towards Bill but when they’re towards someone else like Merula…) - she has to resist jumping him =p If he punches someone for her she will declare her love for him =p Especially because it seems like something so out of character for him! So he must care about her! And it also I think humanizes him and shows her that he’s not some perfect angelic saint and so much better than her and that they’re actually more similar and equal. She struggles obviously with some deep, hidden insecurities…

Part of it is also she wants someone who has her back, especially because she knows she has a fiery temper and will get herself into trouble and she doesn’t want someone who is going to make her feel guilty about it… if that makes sense. Listen, if someone is going to be an arse to her she’s going to deal with them and she would like her significant other to have her back and support her or defend her and make them back off before she even has to - and not by becoming their best friend =p The calm, patient thing may work for dragons which is awesome but for people don’t try to befriend them if they’re messing with her =p

I think that’s the main thing about Charlie that Keira dislikes and affects her negatively, while also positively, but clearly brings up some insecurities for her (I’m just going to ignore some thing the game has done to Charlie =p) She loves how much he loves his family, how focused and ambitious he is to become a dragonologist, his passion for dragons - Oh! Okay! Keria’s least favourite thing about Charlie is that he turned down the opportunity to play for England in the World Cup. COME ON CHARLES!

As for Charlie’s least favourite thing about Keira… She has a tendency to shut down, shut people out, and isolate herself, take on everything on her own… Drives him insane! She takes so much on especially to help their friends or her family, and he loves that. But he doesn’t love when she takes it all one by herself and won’t let him or anyone else help. And when she gets stressed or upset she has a tendency to shut down and shut people out including him and it is very frustrating because he just wants to know what’s going on and what he can do to help her but she won’t talk to him or even show any emotion so he’s completely in the dark! And if they do ever do get into a disagreement that gets more heated or is already fueled by stress and it’s just the last straw she’ll just shut down and when he wants to work to resolve it she won’t talk and can avoid him. Even if she’s just overwhelmed and stressed and shuts down and isolates herself without any disagreement or issue with him (which honestly they don’t seem to argue all that much) it takes a lot of persistence to get her to talk to him and open up to him and even after years together it still requires a lot of effort on his part to get her to talk to him and open up to him.

(As can be shown before they even become a couple when he sees something he shouldn’t have and she gets upset and feels it’s best he not be involved in her life any more and he just wants to talk about it and fix it but she wants to pretend like he doesn’t exist - that’s a bit more of an extreme example, she doesn’t pretend like he doesn’t exist in some immature matter while they’re in a relationship and having any disagreements or issues but she can shut down and avoid him for some time and he has to be the one to make her talk to him).

Fortunately he is a patient and understanding person and maybe throughout the years it takes less and less persistence from him but it still takes some effort from him to get her to talk to him about these stressful or negative things. He just wants her to know that it’s okay for her to confide in him and talk to him, she can trust him, he’s there for her and he’s not going to think less of her. And while she knows he’s always a support system she doesn’t want to be a burden and admitting she’s struggling is hard for her. She wants to be able to handle everything on her own and he wants her to know she doesn’t have to and wants to handle things with her. At first it may make him feel like she doesn’t trust him but I think over some time he realizes and learns it’s about her own insecurities and she does trust him and knows he’s there to support her, whether she tells him this or shows him this in other ways, she’s just not at a place quite yet to accept all that support but he’s going to keep being persistent.

While Charlie admires her independence, strength, and resiliency, he hates when she shuts him out. It can make him feel like he’s not trusted or like he’s not doing enough to be there for her because that’s really all he wants is to help her and be there for her and at least be someone she can turn to and talk to about anything - he’s really the driving force behind open and honest communication in their relationship. So in a way it helps them develop better communication in their relationship and helps him learn how to be more observant and figure out ways to try and help her and show his support without her outright telling him what she’s stressed about, even if it’s just trying to help her relax, bringing her some food and a drink, wrapping a blanket around her, drawing her a bath, and providing a calm and safe environment for her to finally let her walls down and open up to him.

So Charlie is too nice (and didn’t play for England in the 1990 World Cup!) and Keira can shut him out and take on too much on her own without him. But both things also can provide a bit of a positivity and growth in their relationship as well but definitely their least favourite things about each other and their relationship. Keira needs to be more open with him and Charlie needs to punch more people =p Oh! And the fact that she can wake up looking perfect, her hair looking amazing, is ridiculous! Siriusly Seriously?! He wakes up with his hair a mess - embarrassing! She wakes up looking flawless! Not fair! =p

#garbdump #charlie x mc #charlie weasley #hphm mc #my mc #Adelyn Keira Black #hphm #hogwarts mystery #thank you for the ask!

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futurewriter2000 · 6 years

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Coffee addicted

A/N: So this imagine has been in my drafts for so long but that is becuase I have been writing it for so long and I just wanted to make it perfect and even though I don’t like it as much as I do some of my fics I still think the idea is good and all of that. I really hope you guys like it and enjoy.

PAIRING: George Weasley x Muggle!reader

TAGS: @siriusly-loves-snuffles, @slither-in-a-half, @nadinissavage, @shadyladyperfection, @geeksareunique, @ashkuuuu, @xinyourdreamsx, @maralisa124, @loserslytherpuff, @chloe-geoghegan1, @musekala, @moonysmilkshake, @crispyfrenchfrieschrusis, @unicorn-sparkles123, @queenofravenclaw05, @redhead-weasley, @fashionlive15, @quokkatrash, @bennie-badeend, @sly-vixen-up2nogood, @rosegoldquintis

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

It was another one of those days. Those dark days where he couldn't sleep. Torturous days where his other half kept reappearing, sometimes smiling and laughing with him and sometimes laying on the ground, cold and pale. He couldn't stop thinking about him. He could never stop. Not even after a year he still felt cold and alone.

That is why he wasn't home. He wasn't at the apartment he used to share with his brother. It just didn’t feel home without him. Nothing ever felt the same without him. Not the warmth that came from the fireplace, nor the comfortable sofa they came up with the ideas on and not even the sunlight that shone through the windows in the enormous living room. It was cold and dark.

So he walked the night, the streets of the Muggle world. It's better there. Nobody knows him and nobody stops him to ask how he was holding up.

Here, he was just a muggle. He was a person and only that.

So as he gazed up at the stars, thinking about his other half looking down on him, probably thinking he was being sappy, he simpered but the moment his mouth curved into a smile a girl appeared out of the corner and bumped right into the man.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry. " you quickly apologized, dropping the map from your hands and looking up at the boy.

"It's okay. I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going. " he smiled awkwardly, bending down to pick up the map you were struggling with.

" No, trust me. It is not your fault. " you reassured him, sending him another smile. " I have been wandering these streets for about 15 minutes and I think I am even more lost than before. "

Stretching his smile into a beam, he ran his finger through his red hair and chuckled. " You're not from here, are you? "

"Is it that obvious? "

" The accent gave you up. " he grinned and lifted the map in his hands. “ And the map.”

" Oh..that. " you smiled and took the map from his hands. " Anyways, since you are from around here, might telling me where to find the cheapest motel. "

" Yeah. It's just a few streets down. Don't worry, you can't miss it."

You turned around with your gigantic backpack on your shoulders almost knocking him off his feet. " Oh. Well, crap. " you cursed, narrowing your eyes at the distance and seeing a big sign few blocks down. " That's for not wearing my glasses. " you smiled at him and started backing away. " Anyways thanks for the help......"

" William. " he replied, waving at you.

" Nice to meet you, William. I'm (y/n). " you shouted back, almost falling over your feet before awkwardly smiling at him. "I'm fine! I'm fine."

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. A muggle, completely new to this world. New to his world to say the least. Due to the dark night, he couldn't see you but he knew you must have looked beautiful. To who else would that adorable laugh belong to. And that smile, that smile was gorgeous as well. It was the only thing that kept pondering in his head all the way home.

The memory kept pondering in his head the whole next month and he felt lighter, better. He felt like he should at least have done something to see you one more time. Get your number or walk you to the motel.

Ron, who has been helping him around, hasn't seen George crack a smile in a long time. There was still no joking but he was glad to see him smiling again.

Until the night came again. A terrible nightmare that made him walk back to the window and gaze upon the stars. A tear wanted to escape his eyes but he couldn’t. He couldn’t cry anymore. It was just a big sad hole in the pit of his stomach that wanted him to at least force himself to cry. To let it all out.

But all of a sudden you appeared in his mind.

' (y/n). ' he thought, saying it out loud and remembering your smile.

He knew he should have used his real name but Bill didn't use his so why should he? Why should he be the sad, twinless brother while Bill gets to have such a wonderful life with his gorgeous wife and daughter?

So he decided to walk the night again. To get some fresh air and clear his head but honestly, he kept roaming the night, hoping he might run into you.

But nothing happened. No smile, no giggle and no girl with the name of (y/n). Nothing happened until he was walking down the empty streets of London and looking for an open coffee shop. He was exhausted but he didn't want to sleep. Not tonight at least.

He entered the only coffee shop with a light on, punching the bell a few times.

Nobody came. There were only a few groups of friends and drunks at the tables. Irritated, he punched the bell a few times until he became impatient and continued to punch it nonstop.

"I'm coming! Geez!" A familiar voice came from the back, causing George to turn his frown into a beam. A girl, your height and your messy (y/h/c) hair walked from the back of the shop, hair in a low ponytail while a few strands fell from your barista hat. The mascara was a little smudged under your eyes and the clothes you were wearing were overloose and covered with coffee stains.

Not even looking up at the man, you grabbed a pen and a cup. " How can I help you? "

" How about a direction to the cheapest motel in London?" He smiled and you quickly looked up at the familiar voice.

" William. " you stretched a smile, putting down your cup and taking off the stupid barista cap, throwing it somewhere in the back and trying to fix your hair. “ Uhm, wha- what are you doing here?”

He looked so much more handsome in the light. Stocky, tall and lovely brown eyes. Few freckles with matching ginger hair. " Hello, (y/n). I don't know you worked here."

" Well, my dreams are finally coming true. Becoming a barista was always a passion of mine. " you spoke sarcastically, earning another chuckle from him. " So what can I get you, Will? Can I call you Will? I mean it kind of feels wrong saying it-"

"Will is fine." He spoke softly, looking up at the menu and reading the orders.

That gave you a perfect opportunity to observe the man. He had a gorgeous smile. So bright and lovely just as his laugh. What made you more keen on your attention was his left ear. He didn't have one.

" I'll have a vanilla cappuccino." He looked down on you, catching you in your action and causing you to blush.

" Right! " you exclaimed awkwardly, searching for the cup you placed down before. " Capilla- I mean vanilla cappuccino coming up."

" How much?" He chuckled, reaching for his wallet before you stopped him.

" Oh, no, no. It's on me. It's the least I can do for the man who helped me. " you smiled, writing Will on the cup and filling it in a creamy mix of milk and coffee.” Here you go. “ you gave him the cappuccino, smiling. “ And thank you again. “

“ Thank YOU. “ he smiled, lifting up the cup and walking out the doors.

‘ (y/n). ‘

Now, he can finally put a beautiful face to a beautiful name because just like you, he has been observing you as well. From the corner of his eye, as he pretended to read the menu, he caught your beautiful features and he was right; you were beautiful.

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He became your favorite customer. He didn’t miss a day of his coffee. Mondays and Tuesdays was an expresso, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays was a latte, Saturdays was a strawberry and vanilla tea while Sundays were usually a hot choco.

It was a routine but there came days where he would ask for a vanilla cappuccino. It happened twice, maybe three times a week but when he ordered it, you knew something was wrong. To be honest, there came days where you wanted to ask him about it but you couldn’t let your curiosity ruin the relationship the two of you had.

“ Good morning. “ his voice was cheerful and loud, as it was unusual for a Monday morning.

“ An expresso? “ you smiled, reaching for a cup.

“ Actually give me two, my brother is being grumpy without his morning coffee.” he smiled and you turned around with a smirk.

“ A brother? I didn’t know you had one of those. “

“ A pack of them actually. And the coolest sister might I add. “

“ And what is Mr. Grumpy’s name? “ you held up a cup and marker.

“ Ron. “ he smiled. “ But Grumpy will be fine. “

“ Alright. “ you smiled, writing down the name and filling it with coffee, both of the cups before giving them to George. “ And have a nice Monday. “

“ Likewise, madam.” he bowed and exited the coffee shop.

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He entered the shop, smiling and climbing the stairs to find Ron. “ Honey! I’m home! “ he shouted, finding his brother packing up the new toys. “ Brought you some coffee. Thought it might cheer you up a bit.“

“ The hell have you been, George. “ he got up, grabbing the coffee from his hand before grabbing another box. “ You’ve been gone for twenty minutes. “

“ It’s a whole new world out there, Ronikins. Had to go explore it. “

Ron turned around at his sudden change of mood, taking a sip of his coffee. “ Oh, this is some good stuff. Where did you get it? “

“ Up and down, here and there.” he wiggled his eyebrows at him.

“ Uh-um. “ he threw him a suspicious look before leaning back on the desk and taking another sip. “ Speak. “

“ Okay, there is this girl.” he smiled, throwing himself on the chair and giggling.

“ A girl? “ another voice entered the room, revealing a beautiful young lady with a few bruises on her arm.

“ Ginny? What are you doing here? “ Ron asked but was completely ignored by her.

She sat down next to George and smiled. “ Who is this girl? “

“ She is so gorgeous Gin. “ George swooned, not believing the words he spoke out loud right now. “ She has this smile that just makes me smile. And an adorable laugh that just makes me want to kiss her. “

“ Than why haven’t you asked her on a date yet? “

The question got him thinking. Why didn't he ask her on a date yet? Maybe because she doesn't know about the wizarding world. Or maybe it was because he was not ready. Not ready to love someone, someone who he might love more than his brother. A brother he has lost.

" I can't."

"You can't?" Both Ron and Ginny spoke together, a shocked expression on both of their freckled face.

" I can't." George got up and walked through the door.

He walked slowly as the night crept in. This time he didn't walk the streets of the Muggle world. He walked the path to his brother.

He knelt down, looked at the gravestone for just a moment before glancing down on the grass.

"Freddie...I miss you." He spoke glumly, his finger playing with the grass. " I miss you quite a lot but I know you're here. I know you watch over me...and all of us." He simpered, fell back on the ground so that he sat opposite of his brother's gravestone. " And if you are watching over me then you probably know about her. The girl in the coffee shop. (Y/n) is her name." His simper turned into a smile. "Isn't it just a lovely name?"

' (Y/n) with lovely (y/e/c) eyes and the way, they glow up. The way they match her smile and the way they lurk around whenever he decides to sit and read a book.' He thought, smiling foolishly at himself.

' You're such a git, Georgie.' He thought of his brother's voice in his head, almost as he was there. 'You like her and here you are, sitting like a fool and talking to a ghost.'

"I know."

'Than what are you doing?'

"She's a Muggle, Freddie."

' Bollocks! She is a muggle. You are bloody right, George Weasley should never date a Muggle. Oh dear god no.'

"Okay, I get your point."

But there was nothing now. Not a single voice in his head that could reply to him back. The only thing he knew right now was, what the hell was he doing sitting here and talking to a ghost?

So he ran. He ran into the Coffeshop, stumbling over and dodging Muggles until he was back in the coffee shop.

Though you weren't there. Not in your usual spot, nor any other table. Where were you?

"Hello, hi." He spoke to a girl behind the counter, her barista hat on and one hell of a sad expression.

"What can I get you?" She spat out.

" Might telling me where (y/n) is?"

" She went home. Probably pack or something."

"Pack?"

"Yeah. She's leaving tomorrow."

Leaving? You can't be leaving? What about - you can't.

'' Wha- When? '' George realized his tone was desperate, something he hasn't heard in a long time since his brother's death.

'' I don't know, Red. You ask me too many questions.'' She turned around, leaving him behind in his own desperation.

He ran his hands through his hair, over and over again, pondering the thought of how to find her. Running back to the girl, he put his charming smile on his face and leaned on the counter, calmly this time.

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You huffed, placing another T-shirt on the pile. '' I hate this.'' You grumbled, turning around, leaving for the living room and putting your hair in one shit of a bun. Grabbing the basket of unfolded clothes, you heard your back crack and you huffed once again, lifting the basket and heading back to the bedroom. '' I really hate this.''

Back down the hall, to the living room, this time heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water, you opened the cabinet to reach up for the glass but was interrupted by a knock instead.

'' Who is it? '' you shouted, closing the cabinet and walking towards the door.

'' It's Ge- I mean Will.'' George replied, hating to call himself after his brother.

'' Shit! '' you started to panic, looking in the mirror and seeing how awful you looked. Shit of a bun, sweaty top, unshaved, shorts. '' I'll be there in a minute! '' you bolted into the bedroom, putting down your bun and changing into longer sweatpants that fell down your hips perfectly. You rumbled through the clothes, looking for a nice sporty shirt but your ginger cat was getting in the way. '' Get lost! Shoo!'' you shooed him and the cat ran off while you ran back, putting your hair in a tight ponytail and opening the door.

' Fuck! I forgot to put deodorant!' you thought, hoping you didn't smell like a pig as he stood in front of you with those gorgeous brown eyes.

'' Hey.'' You smiled. '' Come in.''

''Hi.'' He beamed, coming in your apartment and try to pass you in a tight hall, causing the two of you to be closer by only an inch. '' Oh wow, this hall is small.'' He smiled awkwardly, trying to walk past you.

Blushing, you closed the door and reached your hand for his coat '' Here, let me.''

» Thanks.« he replied and walked into the living room.

It was small, old with clothes scattered all over the floor but you could still see it was quite a cozy apartment.

» Sorry about the mess. I didn't know I had this many clothes until I decided to clean my wardrobe.« you laughed awkwardly, walking into a messy living room and picking up the clothes from the ground.

» I don't want you to leave.« he blurted out, turning around so you were faced with his back instead of those gorgeous brown eyes. He ran his hand down his face thinking of what to say to you after what he just said.

» Leaving?« you quivered, throwing the clothes in the basket and leaning on the kitchen table with your arms crossed. » What do you mean leaving?«

» Isn't that why you're packing? Cleaning your wardrobe?« he turned around, catching your confused gaze.

Uncrossing your arms, you walked back to the living room and grabbed the clothes from the sofa. » I told my boss I need some time off. I haven't cleaned this place since I moved in. I work every day and have no time for myself. I told her I want some time off.« you explained, walking back to the kitchen table and throwing all the clothes in the basket which sat on the chair.

And then it suddenly hit you.

» William?« you turned around, your voice soft and shy. » Wha- I mean, did you come here to prevent me from leaving? Or-.« you started to blush at your own words.

» George.« he spoke, lifting his gaze to meet your eyes and simpering. » My name is not William, it's George.«

» What?« you replied, this time louder and with a sharp edge in your tone. You crossed your arms once again, leaning back on the kitchen table as you did before and glaring at him.

»Don't be mad. Please.« he took a few steps towards.

» Well, I am mad, Will- I mean George.« you corrected yourself, uncrossing your arms. » I'm mad because I found myself liking you and now I just found out you've been lying to me for months.«

» You like me?« he smirked, taking another step closer so the two of you were only an inch apart. His hand took a hold of yours, causing your fingertips to burn from his touch and your cheeks turn red.

Avoiding his gaze, you kept your eyes on the ground and tried to brush off the burning feeling on your fingertips. » That's not the point.« you moved away, finally being able to breathe and look him in the eye. » Why did you lie?«

» I-I..« he sighed, took a deep breath then looked away. » More than a year ago, I lost my brother in a war.« he paused, turning around and walking to sit on a sofa. » He was everything to me. Literally everything.« he smiled and finally looked up at you.

You softened your expression, uncrossed your arms and continued to listen.

» The worst part was that he was my twin which meant I shared my whole life with. It's not that I had to share my life with him, it's the fact that I wanted to. He was a nutter, I'll tell you that, but he was my nutter and my brother and my best friend. And I know my siblings kept trying to make me feel better after I've lost him, but they never truly understood my connection with Fred. And after Fred died, everybody kept asking me how was I holding up and that he's in a better place and all of that but honestly I just wanted them to leave me alone.« he kept his eyes on the ground, glancing at you from time to time but as he did you weren't in the kitchen, leaning back on the kitchen table. You were sitting beside him and held his hand on your own. » I met you that day after I had another of those dreams. Dreams of him. And he was laughing with me after we blew up that new project of ours for our shop. So, when I woke up smiling, I just felt sad immediately because he was gone and I was still here. And I went for a walk and I bumped into you. » he smiled wider and brushed his thumbs over the back of your hand. » And you were new and you didn't know who I was or who my family was or that I lost a brother and I needed someone to look at me normally, Not from pity or grief. So, I introduced myself as William.«

» And the vanilla cappuccino?« you asked out of the blue, though you pretty much knew what it was about after hearing his story.

» You noticed, didn't you?« he asked and you simpered.

» I'm a barista, of course, I noticed.«

» Yeah.« he chuckled. » Whenever Fred and I got into a fight, which was rare but it happened, mom made us vanilla cappuccino as some kind of peace offering between us. I don't know how it worked but we were kids and vanilla cappuccino somehow always made us forget about the fight. So whenever he was sad or I was sad, we made each other a vanilla cappuccino and it somehow got better.«

» Oh.«

» Don't feel sorry. Please don't. I get that from my family enough as it is.«

» I'm not.« you denied and he chuckled.

» Yes, you are. You're just trying not to.«

» Look.« you took his hands into yours. » I'm upset that you lied to me about who you are but I'm glad you told me the truth. To be honest I like George more than I like William.«

There was silence in the room now, only your cat's paws hitting the floor as she approached George.

» Shoo.« you tried to shoo your cat away but he only crawled into George's lap and purred.

George removed his hands from your hold and started petting the cat, scratching behind his ears and down to his neck until he found it's collar. » Aren't you just an adorable little kitty.« he cooed and the cat turned on her back so he could scratch his belly. » What's her name?« he asked, placing his both hands on each side of cats head and massage it.

» Well…it's a he.« you chuckled and let your fingers wander to the cat's fur. » And his name is Jack.« you smiled and took George's hands from the cat and to your own hold.

He looked at you, grinning and letting one hand place itself on your cheek. Leaning in, he pressed his lips onto yours and started to kiss you softly. You smiled into it and let your hands run through his messy, dense, ginger hair. That was until a little furball at your feet started meowing and scratching both of your legs.

The two of you pulled away, chuckling and looking down at the cat. You smiled at George, giving him a soft peck on the lips and playing with his hair. » Anything else I should know?«

He smiled, prepared to give you a clear no but then there was something he clearly couldn’t hide from you. » Do you believe in magic?«

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Birthday Celebrations

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Requested by: anon

Prompt/request: Birthday

Summary: Severus wants to make your birthday special

AN: anon, I’m so sorry this took an age to write! I hope you enjoy it though <3

Warnings: implied smut at end

Gif creds to owner.

Y/P= your patronus

“Happy birthday, darling,”

Your eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the low light of the dungeon and you smiled softly as you sat up, seeing your husband levitating a breakfast tray at his side. He allowed you to sit up before hovering the tray over to you and climbing back into bed. You reached over and pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw.

“You didn’t have to, sev,” you murmured, gesturing to your breakfast. Severus would hear none of it, however, and fed you bits of toast as you chatted. Soon the tray was empty and Severus vanished it to the kitchens as you snuggled into his side, kissing the column of his neck gently.

“Enough of that, you minx,” he chastised fondly, swatting your wandering hands away. “You can’t open your present if your hands are down my robes,” you grinned and planted one final kiss to his jaw.

“Severus, you really didn’t have to get me anything; just being with me every day means the world to me,” you said softly as Severus summoned a box wrapped in matte black paper.

“Don’t be silly,” he murmured, handing you the boxes. “Now. Unwrap your gifts, birthday girl,” his lips curled into the familiar smile you only saw in the privacy of your chambers. You leaned into him as you eased the paper off and untied the ribbon. Slowly, you set the paper aside and opened the box, your mouth falling into an ‘o’ shape as you gazed at the delicate necklace sat in the box. Attached to the thin silver chain were two Y/Ps, intertwined and glinting in the low candlelight of the dungeons.

“Severus,” you whispered, your voice a little hoarse with emotion. He smiled softly, his deft fingers plucking the necklace from its box.

“Allow me,” he murmured, fastening the chain around your neck so that the charm rested against your thudding heart. You leant back into his chest, reaching to kiss his jaw.

“I love it. I love you,”

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Throughout the day, Severus showered you with love and affection, walking you with his hands over your eyes to the staff room where he and Minerva had organised a small party. You teared up a little, hugging the stern witch and murmuring your thanks as she rubbed your back, ordering you to sit down and get on with your presents.

You drank and ate and blew out your candles, laughing until your cheeks hurt, not once leaving Severus’s side. As the party wound down to a close, he walked you back to your shared quarters.

As soon as the door was shut and locked, you were on eachother, kissing with a passion to rival that of an Amortentia induced haze, gripping every inch of flesh you could as Severus hooked your legs around his waist, pulling you into the bedroom.

“I’ve... one more... present,” he murmured as he pressed hot open mouthed kisses into each bit of newly revealed skin.

“I love you so much, sev!” You gasped, gripping onto the bedsheets.

“Shh, darling, let me treat you like the queen you are,” he hummed and you giggled, looking down as his head disappeared beneath the sheets.

“Happy birthday to me-ah!”

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years

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Deadline

A/N: @harrypotter289 messaged me and asked for a Cedric request that would, and I quote, “make my heart shatter into a million pieces.” So here it is! It isn't very long but I hope you like it!

Summary: He’s found someone new.

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, angst and more angst - heartbreak essentially. or well I hope lol.

Word count: 1.2k

In your admittedly short life, there had only been two constants: Cedric Diggory, and your love for him.

There was no love from your family. Your mother had died giving birth to your sibling; losing the baby too. Your father hadn’t coped well with the loss; he became a recluse, rarely leaving his study and library – throwing himself into his work with a new found passion and determination as if his work could bring back his deceased wife and child from an illness that also affects muggles. You would only see him once a day on an evening through tea where the relationship would be close to a business partnership than a father/daughter relationship.

You were looked after; by the nannies, and the tutors – they made sure you were clean, that you ate, and taught you your ABC’s. They sang you to sleep after a nightmare. They covered the role of parent whilst your remaining one couldn’t handle it. But after a while, they moved on – to new families, to new posts; whatever, they simply moved on, leaving you behind. It didn’t take long for your definition of love to have a deadline.

Your love for Cedric surprised you. You didn’t think you would ever feel this way about someone. You didn’t think you were capable of feeling the emotion but when you looked into his grey eyes, you knew that you had fallen in love with him. It seeped out of every pore; it took over your veins. On your more dramatic days, you were certain that your heart beat in time to the syllables of his name.

His love for you surprised you more. Everything you felt for him was reflected in his eyes, in his actions. He was wary in the beginning, after you had opened up about your upbringing, but you warmed up to him quickly. Soon enough, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Life at Hogwarts became easier after Cedric; happy to have someone love you.

It was teenage infatuation personified through make out sessions in dark corners and supply cupboards.

And all through it, you waited. You waited for him to change his mind; to leave and move on because that’s what always happens when you love someone. There’s a deadline; there’s only so much they can take before they’re gone.

Cedric would kiss away those worries; whispering promises of forever and an eternity, and for a while, those fears disappeared.

Then he became distant; not listening as you asked him about his day or told him about yours. His mind always somewhere else; thinking of something else. Physically, he would be in the room, but mentally, you didn’t know where he was. He wouldn’t hold you in bed now; instead, you rolled onto your sides, back to the other. The gap between you the personification of the gaping void in your relationship. The gap between you a roaring expanse, with him on one side and you on the other, that you had no hope of crossing.

Something had changed.

The small voice in the back of your mind reminded you of the deadline. It reminded you that your love was way past it and that the inevitable was coming.

“I’ve met someone else,” He says on a Thursday afternoon; the sky grey and the rain drizzling.

“Oh?” You say, expecting this conversation.

The worry had settled in your gut like a lead balloon, but the acceptance of the end of your relationship settled deeper; settled within your bones, within the very fibre of your being. You would question yourself – why aren’t you leaving him? Why haven’t you left yet? The answer was always the same: I selfishly love him; I don’t want him to go.

But your time was up.

“I didn’t mean to, it just happened.”

“It’s okay, I understand, Cedric. You can leave, they always do.” You smile at him, but its empty. This conversation wasn’t new to you; having heard it a thousand times before from nannies and tutors. For this conversation, you had retreated within yourself.

“Don’t do this.”

“Cedric, I won’t stand in the way of your happiness. You’ve found someone who makes you happy, and not only that, I bet your family approves. It’s a win-win situation.”

His family had never approved of your relationship with him; not after you declined them meeting your father. Your father wouldn’t know where to begin with social interactions after so long isolated. It was for their benefit, you promised, but after that, a chip had remained on their shoulder.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

You run a hand down his cheek, “You aren’t hurting me. It’s been over for a while hasn’t it? I’ve felt; you’ve felt it. You were the only one who did something about it.”

“I want you to keep the flat.”

“Nonsense. I’ll pack my things now and move back in with my father. He won’t notice the extra addition.”

“How are you taking this so well? Why aren’t you angry? Why aren’t you fighting?” He demands, anger lacing his tone.

You shrug your shoulders, “Cedric, I have known for weeks that there has been someone new in your life but you’re too honourable to say anything. The relationship was over when you met her, and it’s okay. I’m used to people leaving me, but I’m going to leave now. I want you to be happy, darling.”

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, the fight leaving him in an instant.

He’s sorry. He’s sorry for not keeping the promise he made so long ago when he was a teenager in love. He’s sorry for not staying; for not loving you like he should. He’s so sorry for falling in love with someone else when he was in a relationship with you.

He’s sorry, but to him, his apology isn’t good enough. It won’t ever repair what you had; it won’t every bridge the gap that he had let grow between the two of you.

Cedric remains in the living room as you pack your things; allowing you the privacy to collect your thoughts and your clothes. The photo on your dresser is wrapped in a scarf and placed in your bag. If you were to keep a memento it would be this one; a photograph of you and Cedric in Hogsmeade on a snowy day. Taken by one of his friends and cherished by you ever since.

Cedric could decide what he wanted to do with the rest of it all. But you were keeping the photograph.

He stands as you enter the room; his face stoic.

You turn to him before you leave, your hand lingering on the door handle. “Ced, will you promise me one thing?”

The use of his nickname brings tears to his eyes, “Anything.”

“Be happy.”

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You apparate back to the mansion in which you were raised. It never has been nor will it ever be your home, but you apparate back there to see the light to your father’s study still bright. In your third year of life, he had a bed moved in there to make it easier to work; to keep him separate from you.

Your suitcase gets heavier and heavier the closer you get to the house. A physical reminder of the end of your relationship with Cedric.

It was over; he had found someone new, and you were happy for him.

The heartache would come later when night had fallen and your mind finally silent. The heartache would come then, crashing over you – making it hard to breathe, to think, to do anything.

The deadline had come and gone. You were happy for the extra time that you did have.

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nebulablakemurphy · 4 years

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Almost

Notes: This Fred lives AU, is very late for @firewhisky-kisses 200 follower writing challenge. Congratulations Steph, on your now over 500! 🥳 Prompt is in bold. Beta read by my love @dreamer821

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It’s been three weeks since the battle of Hogwarts. Things feel normal enough when you return to the flat you share with your fiancé Fred. Who seems even more himself, after his brush with death.

You haven’t talked much about it. That was good, you suppose; that Fred was able to move past it. He throws himself headlong into his work at the joke shop, and wedding planning.

Like nothing ever happened.

You still attend weekly dinner at the burrow. Seeing the Weasley’s bustle around each other loudly and full of life, does little to calm your frayed nerves.

“William and I are having a baby.” Fleur announces, as you begin clearing the table.

“Congratulations.” Fred says immediately, stepping forward to embrace the happy couple.

As you stand there shell shocked. How could they have a baby now? When things are still uncertain, when the world still needs mending?

The three of them look to you next, trying to gauge your lackluster response. “That’s brilliant.” You force a smile. “Can’t wait to meet my little niece or nephew! When are you due?”

Fred is back at your side, kissing the top of your head. “These can wait a moment.” He whispers, setting the pile of plates back on the table.

Fleur goes on about names and nursery themes, and life. Life moving on. Somehow it keeps on doing that. Leaving you to wallow in it’s wake.

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“Great news about Fleur, isn’t it?” Fred says later that evening. Making small talk as you sit, huddled together on the couch. “Maybe by this time next year we’ll be working on one of our own.”

“One of our own?” You stammer. No, it’s too soon. What if something happens? How can he be so oblivious to your panic? You don’t think you’re hiding it all that well.

“After the love, the marriage, then comes the baby carriage; everyone knows that.” Fred smirks, ticking at your ribs.

“Well, if everyone knows it.” You huff a laugh.

The worst part is, you don’t want to dwell on what would’ve been, in a world without Fred. You want to keep moving and stop feeling like your feet are stuck in one place.

You want excitement, joy, passion.

At this point, you’d settle for plain peace.

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Two more weeks pass, it’s harder to get out of bed in the morning. The facade is giving way to the shattered pieces underneath, try as you may to keep it together.

“What do you think?” Molly turns you to the mirror proudly. “The alterations make all the difference.”

You stare at your reflection, running your hands over the material of your wedding dress. It still feels like a dream. A vivid one, but a dream no less.

“It’s beautiful Molly,” you nod. “You were right to take it in a couple inches.”

“Looks like I may need to pin it again.” Molly remarks, pinching at a bit of loose fabric near your waist. “Everything alright, dear?”

“Everything’s fine,” you lie through your teeth, a fake smile tugging your lips up.

“Nearly every bride tries to lose a few pounds before the big day. But really there’s no need.” Molly rests a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re right, I skipped a few meals.” That’s not a lie, but she doesn’t need to know why. She doesn’t need to know that the little things are starting to slip through your fingers. Or that waiting for the other shoe to drop is gnawing away at you from the inside out.

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Fred finally confronts you, after a couple worried comments from your friends and family.

“Is it the wedding?” He asks first. “Do you want to push it back?”

“No I- I don’t want to push it back.” You shake your head.

“Is it me? Do you want to call it off?” His bright eyes fall to the floor. As if the sight of you is suddenly painful.

“No Fred, never!” You step forward, to cup his cheeks. “I love you so much and I can’t wait to marry you.”

A flicker of relief passes his features, before shifting to confusion. “Y/N, what’s really going on love?”

“I thought you were dead.” You reply, biting at the inside of your cheek.

He sighs, heavily. “But I’m not sweetheart.”

“I know that! Logically I do. And I’m so grateful that you’re here and alive and with me. But in here,” you point toward your chest; as you keep talking, voice cracking with emotion. “I was told everyone on that side of the castle was gone. I thought I’d never find your body, or get a chance to say goodbye. I thought I’d never hear your voice again or see you smile. In a matter of seconds my entire world changed. All my plans, everything was gone. I can’t get over you almost dying because losing you would destroy me, okay?”

Fred clenches his jaw, “Y/N, come here.” He pulls you into his arms.

Finally, finally; you allow yourself to break down. Sobbing loudly into his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt in your fists. “I’m sorry.”

He crushes you to him, “don’t be. I’d be the same way if anything ever happened to you.”

“But you’re not the same way. You handled everything so well, and you’re the one who almost-“

Fred cuts you off, with a reassuring kiss. “I’m rubbish at handling it. I should’ve known it would bother you. I almost died.” He says as if to remind himself. “But I didn’t. For whatever reason, I’m still here with you. I want to live everyday to the fullest and enjoy you. I want to cherish every second of time that I almost didn’t have.”

“But I’m making it impossible for you to do that.” You mumble, under your breath.

Fred takes your face in his hands, forcing you to hold his gaze. “You make it possible. These things take time. We have time now.”

“We have time,” you nod. Leaning into his touch, cherishing the warmth radiating from him. He was alive, and all yours.

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” Fred tells you.

“How do you know?”

“I guess we never really know,” he admits. “But most wizards live to be a terrible age. You’ll likely be stuck with me for years to come.”

“That sounds like a great plan,” you smile.

The dark thoughts will still come, you’re not sure if they’ll ever go away. But as long as Fred is here, you do your best to focus on all the wonderful things that will happen instead.

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