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Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader
Requested by Purple Heart Anon
Summary: Your daughter is sick, and the cause is unknown...
As soon as the missive had arrived, Aleksander was running. Running to his horse, running home to you, to your daughter, Stella. Stella is ill, it had read. They donât know whatâs wrong. Please come home. No signature was needed, your husband recognized your hand, shaky as the words were. He was in Ryevost, easily two dayâs travel from the Little Palace, but he rode hard, not stopping once. Thunder was exhausted, he could tell, but still, he rode on.
It was well past midnight when he arrived, yet a groom was waiting at the gates. âMoi soverennyi,â she greeted. âMy wife,â Aleksander said. âWhere is my wife?â âYour chambers, I believe.â He didnât hesitate taking off in a sprint into the Palace. Guards and Grisha alike sprung out of his way as he passed, not bothering to ask what was the matter; they already knew. As soon as Aleksander rounded the corner, he heard you, and his heart shattered.
âWhere is my husband?â you cried, anguish in your voice. âI want my husband!â âWe sent the missive, moya sovernnyi, that is all we can do now.â âI want my husband, I want my little girl to be alright! How do you not know what is wrong with her?â You were shouting now, presumably at a Healer. âYouâre a Healer, for Saintsâ sake, isnât this what you do?â Aleksander continued his sprint, only stopping when he was in the doorway. You were hysterical: your hair frizzy, your eyes bloodshot and red, your shoulders heaving with exertion.
âAleksander!â you cried, running to him. âY/N,â he said, staggering as you threw yourself into his arms. âI came as soon as I heard, Iââ Your wail of torment stopped him, and your husband tightened his hold on you. âShh, shh, Iâve got you, my love. Iâm here now, Iâm right here.â Aleksander turned his face to the Healer, whose hands were folded behind his back. âReport,â he said, voice clipped, so unlike how heâd spoken to you.
âMoi soverennyi, approximately 15 hours ago, Stella complained of a stomach ache. 20 minutes later, she began vomiting, unable to keep anything down. Shortly thereafter, she became weak, fatigued, incoherent, and dizzy. Initial examinations yielded no results, so we elected to observe her. However, Stella fell unconscious at 2 bells this afternoon, and has not awakened. We have tried, but we cannot find what is causing this illness.â
Aleksander felt like he could be ill himself. Grisha donât get sick, he thought. So what the hell was happening to his daughter? âCan I see her?â The Healer nodded, and Aleksander, keeping his arms around you, entered his daughterâs bedchamber. The room was lit by a few candles, and Stella lay in her bed, covers tucked to her chin. She was ghostly pale, still as a stone, and your husband released you to kneel at her side. âOh, my darling,â he whispered, brushing a strand of her hair from her face. âPlease be alright, my love.â His heart was already in pieces from your anguish, but seeing his little girl so ill made it break all over again.
He stood, turning to face you. Your cries had gone silent, but the second Stellaâs door was closed behind you, you snapped. âWhy is my baby sick?â you shrieked. âFix her! Find out whatâs wrong and make her better!â You began hyperventilating, and Aleksander took you in his arms, holding you tight around the chest. âBreathe, my love, you must breathe,â he soothed, but you were far too aggravated to listen.
âLet go of me! I want my baby! Sasha, theyâre not helping our baby!â âY/N, I know, but you must breathe, you have to calm down.â You thrashed in his arms, screaming incoherently. âDo you have a calming draught?â your husband asked the Healer, who nodded. âNo, no, no! Aleksander, do not, donât you dare! I need to be here, I need toâStella!â Reason had left you, making way for hysterics, and Aleksander knew he needed to intervene. For your own good, your own health, needed to be calmed down.
The Healer uncorked a vial, which he handed to Aleksander. It was a struggle, but he managed to tip the liquid down your throat. It took effect instantly, your struggling reducing to soft sobs and whimpers. âAleksander,â you cried. âAleksander, Sasha, please.â What you were asking for, you didnât know, but your husband nodded. âI know, my love. Youâve been so brave, but Iâm here now. You need to rest.â âNo,â you replied, your words slurring as the draught took full effect. âDonât wanna. I need to be here. With Stella.â âYou have been. Let me take over, so when our little girl wakes up, sheâll have her Mama at her side.â
Aleksander swept you into a bridal carry, lying you on your bed. âI am going to speak with the Healer, but I promise, I will be here when you wake up.â You nodded, a tear sliding down your cheek. âPromise?â âI promise.â He stayed at your side until you were asleep before returning to the sitting room, where the Healer still stood. âI need you to be honest with me,â your husband said. âWill Stella live?â The Healer pursed his lips. âI truly cannot say. This is unlike anything Iâve seen. Medically, she is fine, but something else is amiss.â
Aleksander opened the door to Stellaâs room, once more kneeling at her side. He took your daughterâs hand in his, kissing it softly. He knelt there for a few minutes before something struck him. Whenever Aleksander touched Stella, he felt her power brushing against his, called by his amplification. But now, there was nothing. Aleksander staggered to his feet, stumbling to the door. âSend for my mother,â he said, and the Healer nodded, running from the room.
Baghra was nowhere near pleased to be pulled from her bed at 4 bells in the morning, but when she found it concerned her granddaughter, her disdain faded. âI canât feel her power,â Aleksander informed her. âWhen I touch her, normally I can feel it. But thereâs nothing there.â His mother nodded, crouching at the little girlâs bedside. She took her hand in hers, closing her eyes in concentration.
âOh, itâs there, alright,â she informed. âWeak, very, very weak, but there.â âIs that whatâs causing this?â the Healer asked. âItâs a block. When was the last time she Summoned?â Aleksander thought, trying to recall the last time Stella had called the wind to her command. âSaints, I donât know.â Bagrha nodded, tsking as she did. âThatâs it, then. A block this severe is rare, but sheâll be just fine, provided we take care of this now.â âWhat do we do?â Aleksander asked, kneeling at his motherâs side. Â
âNormally, Iâd work with her to break the block herself, but seeing as sheâs unconscious, weâll have to do it for her. And to do that.. Well letâs just say it wonât be pleasant.â Aleksander frowned. âWhat do you mean by that, Mother?â âWe have to pull the power out of her, and it wonât want to come willingly. Stella might be in a fair amount of pain.â âIs there another way?â your husband asked, wanting to spare your daughter any discomfort. âDo you wish to lose your child, boy? No, this is the only way, and I have to be the one to do it.â
âWhy?â Baghra huffed. âYou couldnât feel her power, and I felt a scrap of it. That, and Iâve done this before.â âDid the children live?â âOf course they lived! Cried to their mothers for a few days, but they lived.â Aleksander breathed deeply, thankful heâd sedated you, thankful you wouldnât have to witness whatever was about to happen. âVery well,â he said, and his mother nodded, taking Stellaâs hands in hers. âI suggest you stand back.â âNot a chance.â
The woman felt for her granddaughterâs power, and when she found it, she pulled on it, hard. The block was deep, and sweat soon broke out on her brow. For several, unbearably long minutes, nothing happened, then, a breeze began to flutter around the room, despite the windows being firmly shut. âMother, is it-â âHush,â Baghra snapped. The breeze grew into a wind, the wind into a gale, and the gale into a hurricane. Wind whipped around the room, sending furniture flying, Stellaâs toys blown into a corner. The very walls shook, the window panes rattling.
Just when Aleksander thought the Little Palace might collapse, the storm ceased, and his mother slumped back. Everything was still for a moment, and then Stella stirred. âPapa?â she croaked, and Aleksander released a sob. âOh, my little love!â He stood and ran to her, having been blown across the room during the storm. âYouâre awake!â He clutched Stella to him, holding her tightly to his chest. âIâm tired, Papa.â âI know, sweet one, I know.â
âWhat in the name of the Saintâs isâ STELLA!â You were standing in the doorway, wearing an expression of utter elation. âMama!â You flew to your daughter, snatching her from your husbandâs arms, holding her greedily to you. âOh, thank the Saints! My love, youâre alright!â Baghra was easing herself to her feet, a small, almost invisible smile on her face. âLucky sheâs not an Inferni,â she said before leaving. âMama, whatâs happening? Why is everyone so upset?â
You let out a sob, but this was a happy sob, one of relief. âWeâre not upset, malyshka. Weâre happy. Happy youâre alright.â Stella hadnât a clue what you were talking about, but her mother was happy, so that was alright. âMama, Iâm tired. Can I go to sleep?â âOf course you can, little one. ButâŚis it alright if Mama sleeps in your room tonight?â Stella cocked her head, but nodded. âYeah,â she said softly, and Aleksander kissed your temple. âI guess we're having a sleepover.â
Stella soon drifted off to sleep, holding her stuffed firebird to her chest, but you remained awake, lying on a blanket on the floor, your husbandâs arms around you. âWhat was it?â you asked. âWhat had her so sick?â âA block,â he replied. âIt was a power block. Mother was able to break it, thank the Saints. If she hadnâtâŚâ Aleksander didnât need to finish that sentence, and you didnât want to hear it.Â
 âOur little girl is fine, Y/N,â he said, smoothing your hair and kissing you sweetly. âStella is just fine.â You nodded, looking over your husbandâs shoulder to look at her: sleeping soundly, her shoulders rising and falling with her breaths. âSheâs fine,â you repeated, mostly to convince yourself. The day had struck such fear into your heart that when you managed to fall asleep, you didnât dream. When you woke, it was to Stella, poking your cheek, sweetly asking if she could have waffles.
#aleksander morozova x reader#shadow and bone fanfiction#general kirigan x reader#shadow and bone reader insert#the darkling x reader
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secrets i have held in my heart - f.w
Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Everyone in the twinsâ lives mix them up once in a while, except for Y/N. Fred is dying to know how. Warnings: Some angst with a happy ending, yes I wrote oblivious Fred again with miscommunication issues, what about it, some swearing, brief mention of the war but obviously this is a FredLives!AU :D, mentions of sex but nothing descriptive itâs like one line, - everyone is 18+ by the way! Word Count: 4k
A/N: For the anon who requested super secret mutual pining with some angst where the reader is the only person who can tell the twins apart! Thank you so much for requesting. This has also been cross-posted on AO3 (frederickweasleys) as per the anonâs request!Â
Also, I didnât want to write about a 17 and 15 year old pining after each other, so I made everyone older and itâs postwar, however I was like 2000 words into the fic when I remembered George got his mf ear blasted off in DH soâŚ. U do not see that itâs not canon in this fic thank you
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The sun is blaring down on The Burrow and everyone is starting to wonder the likelihood of getting heatstroke. Theyâre in the south-west of England and the weather doesnât usually get above the early 20s in the middle of August, however, mother nature has decided to wreak havoc and today is almost 30°.Â
Y/N is looking at the pages in her book but sheâs not processing anything on the pages. Sheâs so appreciative of the relaxing life she and all her loved ones finally have. The war ended last year, and while Y/N isnât family, Molly and Arthur are always insistent sheâs welcomed at The Burrow for their Sunday roast dinners.Â
So she sits under a tree, the muggle fantasy novel in hand as Molly is busy prepping dinner and her friends all play quidditch. Hermioneâs been refereeing them despite having no actual knowledge of the rules, and right now, sheâs waving Harryâs copy of âQuidditch Through The Agesâ at one of the twins trying to prove a point, fully aware sheâs going to get nowhere with him. Heâs laughing at her and he raises the hand holding the beaterâs bat as he threatens to (softly) hit her with it when he looks over her shoulder and spots his favourite girl perched under the tree with his mumâs homemade lemonade.Â
Before Y/N knows it, the batâs been thrown in her direction, barely missing her and hitting the tree behind her, and when she looks up, she immediately recognises the twin as Fred. Fred and Y/N are almost two sides of the same coin and their friendship has always been considered unlikely. Fred loves mischief and pranks and heâs extremely exuberant where Y/N is a âstickler for the rulesâ (Fredâs words, not hers) and sheâd much rather spend her day reading than playing quidditch. But their friendship blossomed and eventually for Y/N her feelings evolved into more.Â
But Y/N is one of Ronâs best friends, and having a crush on her best friendâs older brother is weird, even if they are 19 and 21.Â
âHi Freddie,â she says, dog-earing the page and closing her novel, accepting now that Fredâs in her presence, the book isn't getting read again until tonight, âno more quidditch?âÂ
The ginger gives her a shit-eating grin and completely ignores her question, âDarling, Iâm George.âÂ
Y/N squints at him for a brief moment, second-guessing herself but the longer she looks at him the more sheâs sure itâs Fred, not George in front of her. âNo, youâre Fred. Iâve known you for how long? Just accept I can tell you apart.âÂ
Fred mutters a âfuckâ under his breath as he sits down. Heâs always loved that Y/N is the only person who can tell them apart, his own family struggling sometimes and especially when theyâre apart. But no matter what, she somehow gets it right every single time and heâs dying to know how.
âYouâre never going to tell me how you do it, are you?â He questions and she replies how she always does when he asks, blaming it on intuition and that she doesnât know how she does it. As always, he doesnât believe her. Y/N secretly does have a way of easily telling the twins apart, not rooted in intuition in the slightest but she doesnât want to tell him.Â
The truth is, the way her heart races when Fred looks or speaks to her is her way of telling them apart. Fred always has a mischievous glint in his brown eyes and the way he looks at Y/N makes her feel like sheâs the only girl in the world. George is sweet, loving and exceptionally kind- he was there as a source of comfort and calmness for Y/N when the trio disappeared during their 7th year to hunt Horcruxes, when she and her family went into hiding. She loves George like she would love a brother, like how she loves Ron and Harry, but the love Y/N has for Fred is different and the catalyst for her ability to tell them apart.
âIâm going to get you one day. One day George and I will swap and youâll get it wrong and as a reward for finally tricking the oh so wonderful Miss Y/N Y/L/N, youâll tell me how you tell us apart.âÂ
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Itâs not even an hour later when Fred and George come down wearing each otherâs clothing. Y/Nâs well aware Fred prefers to wear warm and bright colours while George likes to wear the dark colours in their coordinated clothing, so seeing Fred walk down the stairs in Georgeâs purple shirt and vice versa is funny, despite the fact theyâre identical twins, Y/N thinks they look ridiculous and unfamiliar.
âGeorge put the purple back on. You look weird in orange,â she says, as she goes back to help Molly with the vegetables for dinner and soon after she speaks, she hears someone angrily kick the table. She looks up from her potatoes sheâs been peeling to see an entertained George and Fred who looks like heâs going to throw a child-size tantrum.Â
âHow!â He exclaims again, pulling the shirt up over his head, shoving it in Georgeâs hands and stomping back upstairs to change. Y/N is about to follow him, genuine concern for Fred in tow. She knows heâs most likely just being dramatic to cause a ruckus but thereâs a small part of her that considers he might be serious.Â
âHeâs fine, Y/N,â George states, changing his shirts and throwing Fredâs orange one over the back of the chair as he sits down, âI think heâs trying to rile you up into telling him how you do it.âÂ
She laughs at this, knowing that while she might not have told him, the look in Georgeâs eye hints that heâs picked up on her feelings for his twin brother. But before she can say anything, Ron comes bounding down the stairs and right into the kitchen, Harry in tow. Theyâre both looking for food and when Ronâs hand makes his way towards the ham, Y/N smacks him.
âDonât spoil your dinner,â she scolds which causes Harry to laugh.Â
âBut, mum,â Ron mockingly replies, âAll the quidditch got me hungry!â He might be 19 but heâs sulking like a 10-year-old boy and Y/N thinks temper tantrums might run in the Weasley family.Â
When Molly isnât looking, however, Y/N sneaks him a piece of ham and Ron jumps up quickly, smacking a kiss to her cheek, âYouâre the best!â he whispers as he quickly shoves the piece of ham in his mouth to not be caught by his mother.Â
Soon enough, everyoneâs crammed into the small kitchen and Molly waves them all out except Y/N, who she insists stays. She thinks itâs because she was already helping with the vegetables but when sheâs about to ask for her next task, Molly has a rare mischievous glint in her eye.
âHow do you tell my sons apart?â She enquires and Y/N groans. She hasnât been asked how she tells the twins apart this often since she was at Hogwarts and before she can speak, Molly continues, âitâs just no one can besides us, and even then, sometimes I catch myself calling George, Fred sometimes.âÂ
Y/N sighs. She loves Molly like her own mother, but she loves to meddle like every mother.Â
âI just know, I wish I had some excuse like a motherâs instinct, but I just know,â Y/N pauses and thinks how to word her next statement without spilling too much for potential eavesdroppers and Extendable Ears to hear, âThey have different energies. I think I pick up on it easily.âÂ
Y/N hopes thatâs enough for Molly to drop the conversation at hand and while Molly hums in agreement, she reads between the lines. Sheâs known for a while that Y/N carries a flame for the oldest twin, after all the way Y/N looks at Fred is the same way she looks at Arthur, so sheâs hoping for the day they both stop dancing around their feelings.Â
She already loves Y/N like a daughter, and sheâd like it to be official one day.Â
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After dinner, the girls are all holed up in Ginnyâs room. She loves staying at The Burrow. Y/N never grew up with sisters and her friendship with Hermione and Ginny are the closest she gets to them. They usually gossip, whoâs dating who, whoâs already getting married, sometimes it gets juicy and someoneâs pregnant.Â
When Ginny and Harry, and Hermione and Ron finally got together, they gushed for hours about how it finally happened and how excited they all were.
Tonight, unfortunately, the topic at hand is Y/N and Fred.
âWhen are you going to tell him?â Ginny enquires as she smooths out her face mask. Hermioneâs braiding Y/Nâs hair and when she doesnât reply, Hermione grasps some hair and gives a hard tug. Y/N yelps and while Hermione mutters an apology, she doesnât miss the wink she gives Ginny in the mirror.
âTell Fred what exactly?âÂ
âAbout your feelings for him,â Ginny replies like itâs the most obvious thing in the world that everyone should have known. Y/N starts to stutter, trying to find words to deny her feelings but these are her two best girl friends, her sisters and she canât lie to them no matter how much she wants to.Â
âOkay fine, they exist but heâs never knowing,â she states, a matter of factly as if itâs something to be proud of, âand heâs never finding out. Iâm looking at you, Ginevra.â Ginny inherited her love to meddle from her mother, and if Y/N is positive about anything itâs that Ginny is going to meddle to get her best friend and brother together.Â
âIâm pretty sure he likes you back,â Hermione says. She prides herself on being observant but even she didnât notice Ronâs feelings for her until he quite literally put his lips on hers.Â
âIâm just his little siblingsâ best friend, Hermione, I doubt it,â she says as she grabs the tiny elastics to secure her hair. âBesides, I think he has a thing with one of the girls from his year at school.â
âYouâre choosing now of all days to get the wrong twin? George is dating Angelina. Fred hasnât even been seen with a girl since he slept with one of Fleurâs cousins at the wedding.â Ginny says and something about this makes Y/N blush, almost happy that Fredâs been single for as long as she has, but the jealousy is in the back of her mind.
â... Shut up,â Y/N laughs as she grabs the nearest pillow and smacks Ginny over the head with it. This causes chaos in Ginnyâs tiny bedroom and soon enough all three girls are defending themselves with pillows and jumping around the bedroom.
What none of the girls knew, however, was Fred standing outside of the bedroom, eavesdropping. Heâs always been curious about what the girls talk about when the boys arenât around and Fred reckons if he doesnât have to hear about his little siblingsâ sex life, it doesnât hurt anybody.Â
Except it does, and he hurts himself. He arrived just in time for Ginny to question why Y/N doesnât admit her feelings to someone. At first, Fred was hopeful, especially when the conversation steers in the direction of her liking one of the twins. After all, Billâs married, Percyâs⌠Well, heâs Percy and Charlie isnât in England enough for him to believe Y/N was able to develop feelings for him.Â
So that leaves himself and George from context clues. Heâs always had a crush on her ever since they were in school, but he was always worried about coming off as creepy, pining after someone two years below him.Â
But then Y/N says âI think he has a thing with one of the girls from his year at schoolâ and he walks off before he even hears the rest of the conversation, hearing the apparent confirmation of Y/Nâs feelings for George.Â
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The summer is still sweltering hot when she decides to visit Diagon Alley three days later. Sheâs shopping for her nephew when she ends up in Weasleyâs Wizard Wheezes. Fred was unusually quiet when she said goodbye to him on Monday morning before she flooâd away to her job at the Ministry and sheâs hoping to catch him at the shop during quiet hour.Â
When she walks in, sheâs met with a bell ringing and the voice that calls out âHi, how are you today!â doesnât make her heart race so she immediately knows sheâs caught the wrong twin at the counter.
âHey, Georgie!â She makes her way over to the counter. Itâs a Wednesday morning, so the shop has a lull in customers and heâs doing what Y/N assumes is a stock take of whizbangs. He gives her a nice smile as she potters her way over to him. She stops in front of the love potions, smelling the familiar scent of cinnamon, fireworks and something that can only be described as happiness in the small bottles. Sheâs so entranced for a moment that she doesnât even notice George make his way up next to her.
âYou donât need one of these, by the way,â He whispers as he winks, looking behind him and seeing Fred standing on top of the spiral staircase not looking the happiest.Â
âYouâre the second person to tell me that this week,â she mutters, quickly putting the love potion vial down, âI donât know what any of you mean.â
George chuckles at her obliviousness. Itâs been obvious since they were teenagers about the feelings both Fred and Y/N harbour for each other but he canât help but admit itâs just the tiniest bit funny. Like itâs a joke theyâre all in on except the oblivious couple themselves.
âItâs because weâre more observant than you, darling,â George says, absent-mindedly fixing the display so it looks presentable. Y/Nâs about to question him when someone clears their throat behind them- an elderly gentleman shopping for some grandkids when George excuses himself with the promise âthis isnât overâ.Â
Fred watched the interaction from the staircase and while he didnât hear anything, he feels like heâs gotten punched in the stomach. He knows heâs never directly told George about his feelings for Y/N, and George is dating Angelina anyway and heâd never betray her, but he canât ignore the slight feeling of upset he feels when he sees them interact.
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âI think Y/N likes you,â Fred says nonchalantly and George almost chokes on his tea. It takes him a moment to fix his breathing before he looks at Fred like heâs got three heads.
âNo, she doesnât?â George questions, like itâs the most obvious thing in the entire world and that upsets Fred slightly. Heâs not upset at George, he never has and he never will be upset with George, but it seems like his comment was brushed off without any deeper consideration.
âNo, I think she does,â Fred says, twiddling his quill between his fingers as he stares at the tax invoice in front of him. Wednesday night is budget night and Fred knows heâs not going to get any work done if his mind is stuck on Y/N and her feelings for George.
âNo, mate, she doesnât,â George huffs and Fred notices the eye roll George gives him. George only ever gives him eye rolls when heâs being oblivious. Like when Fred spent 20 minutes looking for his wand last week only to find it in his pocket.
Fredâs convinced George is just being oblivious, blinded by his new relationship with Angelina that he hasnât noticed Y/Nâs feelings for him. âDo you wonder how she can tell us apart?âÂ
George huffs in annoyance as a reply and Fred pouts as he attempts to go back to his taxes. Heâs reread the same line three times when George finally speaks.
âI think itâs got something to do with her feelings for us. She feels differently about one twin.â George is intentionally being coy, hoping to Godric that Fred caught the pointed stare and the emphasis but Fred wasnât looking and the longer he dwells on what George has said the more heâs convinced he doesnât have a chance with Y/N at all.
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Itâs the weekly Sunday roast again and Fred isnât expecting to floo into The Burrow and be met almost face to face with Y/N. Heâs planned on ignoring her today, purposely volunteering to do any work needed at the shop while George flooâs to The Burrow early in the afternoon.Â
It teeters on 5 pm when Fred finally arrives and heâs quickly engulfed in a hug by his mother with his father behind him telling him to stop working on Sundays as âSundays are for familyâ. With a kiss to his mumâs forehead and a promise to his dad that heâll force George into doing the Sunday work next week, who throws a piece of stale bread at Fredâs head while exclaiming âyou offered!â he quickly makes his way away from Y/N.
Mollyâs quick to serve up dinner now Fredâs here, complaining heâs starving already. He quickly steals the seat next to Ron and pulls George down next to him- not wanting to allow Y/N to sit either side of him. Usually, she sits between Ron and Fred and when she turns the corner and the only available seat is the furthest from Fred, her heat sinks a little.
Dinner is pleasant, it always is at The Burrow. Hermione and Y/N talk about the ministry while Ginny tells stories of her Holyhead Harpies tryouts she had during the week. Y/N might let slip she works with the coachâs sister-in-law and overheard some high praise for a certain Miss. Weasley and Ginnyâs eyes fill with tears when she hears this.Â
Thereâs a quick lull in conversation as Molly waves her wand and the now empty plates make their way into the kitchen, children following behind them ready to help wash up but Fred makes his way outside. He likes to watch the sunset, the sun slowly dipping behind the hills where he learnt how to play quidditch as a kid as the sun becomes shades of orange.Â
Heâs sitting under the tree when Y/N follows him out. Sheâs shouting his name trying to find him. He slipped out without anyone noticing and thatâs unusual for Fred so something is wrong. When she spots him, she starts jogging over and she canât tell if heâs ignoring her or canât hear her calling his name, so she tries something.
âGeorge?âÂ
Fred turns, a smirk subconsciously forming on his lips and Y/N finally feels seen by him in a week. âIt took me calling you your brotherâs name to get your attention?â She asks, kicking sticks out of the way before she takes a seat next to him.Â
âNo, love. Just shocked you finally got us mixed up,â he replies, shoving her a little with his elbow. He knows she only did it to get his attention, but heâs Fred Weasley and heâs going to use this to his advantage. âI believe I told you when you get us mixed up, youâre legally required to tell me how you do it. Iâm all ears.â He wiggles his eyebrows but deep down, heâs scared Georgeâs assumption is right.
She rolls her eyes, but the love she has for this boy in her heart canât be kept a secret anymore. This week sheâs felt like heâs been ignoring her and while she and Fred are no means âbest friendsâ, not like she is with the others, sheâs felt a little piece of her universe missing knowing heâs been upset.
âYou and George, I⌠I feel different about you to how I feel about George,â she starts and Fredâs breath hitches. He doesnât know if heâs going to storm off or throw up so he just sits and stares at a rock. âGeorge makes me feel comfortable. Heâs always willing to talk to me about anything, feeds into the fact I can speak for hours on end about any topic if you let me,â she laughs and her nervousness is in her throat. She notices Fred isnât looking at her and itâs making her want to run away.
âBut you, you feel like home, Freddie. The way my heart races when I hear you speak or when you look at me. Itâs the biggest indicator of how I tell you guys apart. George and you may be identical but the way you both make me feel is so different.â Sheâs whispering now and sheâs realised Fred is looking at her so intently that the Earth might open up and swallow her whole.Â
âLike, home?âÂ
She smiles softly and takes his big hand thatâs been messing with rocks into her small ones. âLike I can tell you anything and youâll never judge me. I could be having the worst day of my life and one joke from you can make me smile even if Iâve been crying for hours.â Her thumb starts to rub along the top of his hand and the way he shivers doesnât miss her.Â
âIâm trying to say, in a round-about kind of way, that Iâm in love with you, Freddie,â her voice is shaky but thereâs no backing out now. âIâm in love with you and this past week where itâs felt like youâre mad at me has me so confused because I donât know what I did.âÂ
Fred feels incredibly guilty now, he was so caught up in his own feelings that he didnât stop to think how his actions would affect Y/N. âI thought you liked George,â he whispers, and he feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. âI thought you liked George and not me and I didnât want to be near you knowing that.âÂ
She giggles and drops his hands to run her fingers through his hair. Itâs still short but she thinks she can convince him to grow it out again. âMe? George? Not even for a second.âÂ
âWhy not?â The joking in Fredâs voice is there but so is the genuine curiosity.Â
âI donât know. Itâs just always been you, ever since I was 11 and you were bullying Ron into performing a spell to turn Scabbers yellow.â She laughs at the memory, watching scrawny Fred bully his small brother on the train platform.Â
Fred looks down at her, her hands now playing at the hair at the back of his neck and he feels goosebumps rise across his skin. He wants nothing more to lean down and press a kiss to her lips and when he realises he never actually admitted his feelings to Y/N back, he starts to lean down, hoping to convey everything he feels for her through a kiss.
Sheâs quick to catch on and she leans up so quickly they almost bump noses. Itâs messy, like most first kisses are, especially in an awkward sitting down position but the love they have for each other is there and obvious. They pull away when theyâre barely kissing anymore, just smiling and laughing into each otherâs mouths.Â
âDoes this mean weâre dating now?â Fred asks. Itâs a dumb question, they both know it but when Y/N pretends to think he stands up and hauls her over his shoulders and starts swinging her around. The giggles that erupt from her make Fredâs heart swell and heâs about to put her down just to get down on one knee himself and propose right then and there.
âYes, Freddie, if you want me to be your girlfriend then Iâm yours.â Y/N replies and Fred smiles, he loves that. Not Y/N being his, he could never believe sheâs an object, but she loves him and he loves her and now he understands why George was rolling his eyes at him.
âAs long as you donât get George and I mixed up in bed, Iâm all yours.â He says it jokingly, but the smack he receives from Y/N is no joke and when he starts swinging her around again, heâll forever make dumb jokes like this if he gets to hear her laugh like that for the rest of his days.
#fred weasley fanfiction#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley one shot#fred weasley
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without making this a sap story ive had some not so great news from home and am in one of them moods to not talk abt it. but i need a tom h to hug me , pls could u write something like that?
hey anon - i am sending u all my love, and hope things get a little easier for u as soon as possible. if u ever do wanna chat abt nothing or rant just send me a pm x  I hope this is at least somewhat what u were looking for <33
summary: life is sometimes not good, but your fave boy makes it just a little easier to deal with (with some original help from his brother too)
a bit angsty but i promise mainly fluff (and a popcorn fight?)
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What drew you out of the sort-of-trance was a two soft but firm knocks at the door - well Tomâs bedroom door. Youâd been relaxing with him and Harry, watching the new âLine of Dutyâ when your mum had called for the daily catch up. Admittedly, she had already tried to call you twice today but somehow youâd managed to miss both of them. On reflection, possible not that shocking because youâd been at a charity golf day with the boys which involved a fair amount of noise, chat and competition.Â
Thankfully the boys had both done pretty well, Tom coming slightly ahead but that was the norm between the two. It meant they were both happily basking in their relative victories and not moody and grumpy like they are oh so often when things go wrong. Because to them, against your pleading, begging and sometimes lecturingâŚ. golf was not just a game. Â
You and your mum had always been very close, so usually speaking to her was uplifting and made you feel a little bit more complete - what with travelling with Tom for work, her voice was a slice of home. This time though, it was not so much the case. It was just sad news about your home town. Nothing directly to your family or close friends but still, it makes you feel generally down.Â
Who knows how long itâd been since youâd hung up on the phone, just staring at the wall opposite. Everything felt just hollow and empty, lacking in meaning somewhat. You werenât necessarily thinking, more like devoid of emotion, of thoughts, of anything. Just a bit cold.Â
âY/nâŚY/n?â His voice sounded hesitant, as though scared he was interrupting your call. When you didnât respond, the door cracked open and his fluffy head poked in, not that you noticed - your brain was still half absent. Tom on the other hand, was instantly looking you up and down, very much confused as the why you looked so rigid and not present. Noticing the phone was lying quiet on the bed in front of you, he felt safe to enter. He made a beeline for the bed, perching himself down on the edge, in-front of you - so he was blocking your fascinating view of the grey wall opposite.Â
âWhatâs going on in that little head of yours?â His voice was soft and gravely, choosing not to put much energy into his vocal box as he rubbed up and down one of your arms.Â
âHmmm? Sorry, was miles away.â
âCould tell darl.â As he chuckled his eyes crinkled round the outside. âHow was your mum?â
âYehâŚum okay, I-I guess.â As much as you wanted to shake yourself out of it, it just wasnât that easy. Everything was laced with this underlying chilliness.Â
âYou sure? You dont really sound it?âÂ
âNo, I umâŚwell Iâm not sure. I think Iâm okay?â
âWhat happened?â You shook your head in response, making Tom press his lips together with a small nod. â Donât wanna talk about it huh?âÂ
âNot⌠not right now. Please?âÂ
With a permitting nod, Tom stood up and squeezed your hand, urging you to follow. Trailing behind him into the living room, he then instructed you to take a seat on the sofa adjacent to Harry, Tom himself disappearing back into the house. It made you pout a little, you wanted him to just look after you a little this evening but that self pity wasnât allowed to last long - because a piece of popcorn flew into your cheek. You whipped your head around, with mouth open feigning shock, to see Harry smirking at you cradling a bowl full of other possible missiles in hand.Â
âAnd what was that for?â He shrugged his shoulders, turning his head back to the TV.
âYou looked sad.â
ââŚâ Your mouth was open, no words coming out though, as you looked at the frizzy haired boy in bemusement. Sometimes you thought you understood how his head worked but at other points, the boy was a bloody mystery. Instead of explaining his thought process (because there almost certainly wasnât one), he just smiled evily at you - wiggling his brows. And I know you know what that meant.
Sure enough by the time Tom reentered the room, arms full with different objects heâd collected round the house, the floor had been littered with popcorn kernels. You and Harry were squealing at each other as handfuls of the snack were catapulted vaguely at each other as you chased him round the room. It took Tom shouting at the both of you for you to freeze, slowly lowering your hands in ceasefire with a giggle.Â
âI leave you alone for two minutes.â
â It was his fault!â You protested, causing a 5 minute of â he said-she saidâ between the two of you, even if Tom wasnât listening to the bickering. Instead, he quickly whizzed round the room picking up all the obvious popcorn bits and then spread out all the blankets heâd got from round the rented house on the sofa.
 You knew Harry, in his very own and special way, was only doing all this to cheer you up and you couldnât appreciate it more. Your relationship with him had recently got so much closer, thanks to Tom being busy on set actually filming - while you and Harry just had some quality âalmost siblingâ times. And now living with him too - naturally he had grown to know your tells almost as well as Tom.Â
âAlright children calm down�� thought we could watch movie?â Plopping himself down on the cream seat, Tom made grabby hands to you which of course you had to comply with.Â
âIâll um⌠Iâm gonna leave you to- well to the being in love shit. Itâll make me chunderâ
âWe love you too broâ Tom called to Harry, who was already on his way out - but the tone of gratefulness in his voice was evident, he appreciated Harry noticing that the two of you could do with time together.Â
âDonât make it weird!â Harryâs response had you sniggering, as you pulled the fluffiest blanket over both you and Tom and nestling into his side.Â
After a few minutes of Tom pretending to argue with you about film choice, before ultimately agreeing with your choice of âLa la landâ as he always planned on letting you. The Holland boys were both very talented at subtly being a shoulder if needed, and yes you knew it was all an act - but you werenât about to call him out. About halfway through he kissed the crown of your head and murmured. âCan tell youâre not watching darling.â He wasnât wrong to be fair. Yes, you were looking at the screen - but your mind was far away from the plot line.Â
âSorry I um⌠minds like a runaway train sometimes.â Tom released a breathy chuckle at that before murmuring a âcome âereâ to you as he all but lifted you up from sitting by his side. You ended up lying almost onto of him, with both of Tomâs strong arms holding you tightly to him. Smiling into his chest, you nestled closer so the soundtrack to the movie played over the top of his constant thudding heartbeat. It took a few moments of you both just staring into the screen, completely contented for Tom to speak, squeezing you slightly tighter whilst the two of you watched Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone twirling on the road.
âI gotchu now lovieâÂ
And you swore then that all the thoughts racing in your mind were outpaced by those of a different kind. Still intense ideas, ones that buzzed round your brain, but these were happy. Thoughts of âhow could I be so luckyâ and âI love this man with my whole heartâ.Â
Apparently these thoughts were also a comfort because when Tom looked down at you after what mustâve been at least half an hour, you were spark out. Breathing deep and unchanging, eye locked shut and mouth slightly squashed against his chest so your lips were pressed together. But what made the boy physical pout was the way you relaxed hand was loosely balled round a fistful of his purple hoodie. As if you were clutching at him to keep him as close to you as possible.Â
He felt so grateful - not only for you, but also for the fact that he had the ability to make it a little better. You didnât need him - Tom swore you were one of the most fiercely independent people heâd ever met - yet it was clear you wanted him. You wanted him when you felt down, the same way you wanted to be around him when you were overly hyper and chatting pure rubbish. You didnât want him because he was the âTom Hollandâ you wanted him because he was Tom.Â
He couldnât fix what was going on back at your home (I mean right now, he still didnt even know what was going on). But he did know how to make everything just a little less shit. He knew how to be your person.Â
And that would forever be job Tom was most proud of.
once again sending u all lots of love (esp u anon đ)
would love to know what u guys think if ya made it this far ;)
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Hiya! Iâve seen a couple of post 16.16 jokes family fix-it-fics where Alex comes back quite soon after leaving to discover jo had / was having his kid! I was wondering if anyone (you or any of the other jokes writers you know) would be keen to write a similar one but way further in the future with a teenage jolex kid - possibly jo moved away and raised their daughter but 15 or so years later they have to return because of Link and by this point Alex (seperated from izzie) has moved back! Pls do
Anonymous said: Fanfic request: would anyone be keen to write a future fic with jo + alex teenager?? (who Alex doesn't know exists). I just think a teenage child with the jolex combo attitude and humour would be hilarious but also would love to see some angst between the kid and Alex as they finally meet
hello anons!! I hope you enjoy!!
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âMom! I canât find my purple shirt!â
Jo sighs, gripping her cell phone, knuckles white. âItâs on your dresser!â She calls up the stairs. Itâs the only damn thing left, Jo thinks to herself. She hears feet shuffling, and the floor boards creak. God, she canât wait to get out of this place.
âLetâs go, Grace!â Jo calls, frustration dripping from her every word.
âIâm coming, geez,â Grace rolls her eyes as she comes down the stairs, a tan purse hanging from her shoulder.
âDid you have something to eat?â Jo asks, unlocking the door.
âYou packed up the-â
âBefore I packed up the food, obviously, Grace,â Jo sighs. Why did her daughter have to be so much like her?
âYeah, I had a bagel.â
âDonât take that tone, Grace Anne.â
âDonât move me across the freaking country, Ma.â Jo runs her temple before locking the door behind them.
âI used to live in Seattle. We lived there until you were eight.â
âYou were trying to escape there too then? My life is in Boston, Mom!â
âYour father is in Seattle.â Grace opens her mouth, but shuts it again.
âYou really loved dad?â
âToo much,â Jo kisses her daughterâs hairline. âDonât worry, heâll love you.â
âHeâs a bastard. He left you.â
âDarling, it was complicated. He- I-â
âI know,â Grace pulls open the passengerâs side door. âYou donât have to explain it again.â Thereâs no malice, just remorse.
The drive to the airport, as well as the flight, are uneventful. Grace listens to music virtually the entire time, while Jo picks off the remaining nail polish from her fingers, eats three bags of baby carrots, four bags of potato chips, and counts the number of trees they fly over. Sheâs not nervous at all.
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âI had forgotten how wet Seattle is,â Grace huffs, adjusting the hood of her rain jacket.
Jo grins, âHow could you? It only rains every day here.â Grace just shudders, ignoring her mother. The pair had decided to meet Graceâs father at a cozy diner Grace and Jo had lunch at often when Grace was a little girl. They wait for the crosswalk light to turn to the walking figure, before crossing the street, holding their hoods safely on their heads. They reach the diner, slipping inside. A bell jingles above their heads.
âTable for three please?â Jo asks the woman at the counter.
âIâll say...Jo Wilson?â The woman grins at Jo, making the young man behind her look up. âAnd little Gracie? Oh my goodness!â The woman gives Jo a grand hug, before giving a flustered Grace one too.
âJeremiah?â Jo looks behind her friend to see the suddenly shy boy.
âHey, Ms Wilson, Grace.â
âHey,â Grace mumbles. Jo nudges her daughter.
âJen, why donât you get us that table, and Iâll let these two catch up,â Jo winks at Grace, before following Jen to a small booth.
âAny specific reason for returning to Seattle?â
âAlex.â
âDo Link and Meredith know?â
âThey do,â Jo says awkwardly. Jen searches her face. Thereâs a pause before, âHe wants to see Grace. Maybe I shouldnât, but Alex somehow saw my Facebook...and I couldnât lie. She deserves to know him, if she wants to.â
âYouâre braver and kinder than I am, sweetheart.â Jen hands her three menus, before Grace comes up behind her. Grace takes a seat next to Jo.
âSo?â
âHeâs just as funny as I remember. I got his number,â Graceâs face reddens, and she buries her nose in the menu.
âThatâs my girl,â Jo laughs. She picks up her own menu, skimming it. Not much has changed in the kitchen since the last time sheâd been here- eight years ago. She hadnât seen Alex in nearly seventeen.
Jo hears the bells jingle again, and her attention shoots up to the doorway. Her heart races, and anxiety pools in her gut. Itâs an elderly couple. She lets out a breath she didnât realize she had been holding, but her heart still pounds in her chest. The bells ring again. This time, itâs him. Itâs her ex-husband. Jen points towards Jo and Grace, so Jo looks down at the table.
âHi,â he says.
âAlex,â Jo looks up. She wants to throw up. âGrace, this is your father,â she swallows.
âHi, kid,â Alex smiles at Grace. His same awkward smile sheâd known all those years ago.
âHello,â Grace whispers.
âMind if I take a seat?â
âNo,â Grace shakes her head. âItâs nice to meet you.â Joâs proud; she hears slight malice in her sweet, shy daughterâs voice.
âI should have known your mother would teach you well. Iâm sure you know how fiercely she walks through life. From what Iâve heard, so do you,â Alex looks at his daughter.
âYeah,â Grace grins, âshe taught me everything I know.â
âYouâre lucky, you know?â
âI am,â she nods, âMom says you have two other kids?â Grace looks to her mother.
âI do. Alexis and Eli. Theyâre twenty-one now. Eli goes to U-Dub and Alexis goes to UC Berkeley.â
âI want to go to Princeton, like Mom.â
âThatâs a good goal. Iâm sure you could do it. Youâve got at least half good genes there,â Alex scoffs self-depreciatingly.
âSheâs got some pretty great genes,â Jo amends. She may hate him for what he did to her, but she hid his daughter from him. Maybe they both deserve a little grace. Funny, she thinks. Thatâs exactly what they have.
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10 or 12 with Chahut,please?? (am such big gay for clown titties)~ u///u anon
"SweeThearT, I have To mark you. How else is everyone gonna know youâre mine?â The troll's painted face flashed with a smile, showing off her razor-sharp fangs.
Your body shook with fear, trapped below her as she almost straddled - almost. If she actually had, she would have most certainly crushed youn Chahut was huge, gigantic. Even if you had the will to force your jelly-like limbs to move, you were sure you wouldn't have gone far, if anywhere at all. You were hyper aware of every inch of her body touching yours. Even if you both still had clothes on, it all felt too close, too intimate.
And she moved closer, still. Her mouth opened wide, inching closer to your vulnerable neck. If Chahut hadn't gone on and one about how much she loved you, you would have been certain she meant to kill you, ripping out your throat - a part of you wasn't sure that's not what she was aiming for.
A whimper escaped your throat as her hot breath hit your exposed neck. The purple troll coped and clicked comforting noises in hopes of calming you. If anything, it worsened the frightened tremors that wracked your body. You were sure your heart was going to give out with how it drummed against your chest.
"Don't worry, Darling," Chahut cooed sweetly. "This is for The besT. This for us. Now everyone will know you belong To me."
You held back a pained cry as her teeth slowly sunk into your flesh, marking you as hers. All hers.
#yandere x reader#homestuck x reader#hs x reader#hiveswap x reader#chahut x reader#chahut maenad x reader#hs chahut#hiveswap chahut#chahut maenad#hiveswap friendship simulator#hiveswap friendsim#hiveswap#homestuck#hs#yandere#home stuck#hive swap#u///u anon
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Hi, finally youâre back! I love long updates and the queenâs dresser is so long and i super love it. I love their jiu jitsu part, so funny. I wish they have a gym scene in tkem, Iâm so curious abt that but u made it. Thanks for that. Tucking part was also my fav, and the break of the fourteenth rule really touch my heart, huhu really I love how lee gon being a supportive husband and trust her in everything she did. I love them so much. thx for the update, have a great day authorđĽ°-purple anonđ
Thanks, darling purple anon! đđ
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Stranger Things
Steve Harrington x Hargrove! female reader
Warning: abuse, violence, cursing
Specifics: angst, fluff, romance, one-shot, hargrove! reader
People: steve harrington, billy hargrove, max mayfield, susan, neil
Words: 1,741
Requested: By anon Hello! I'm literally in love with your blog and the way you do it. It's amazing. I was wondering if I can request one with Steve Harrington, where the reader is Billy's sister and one time, he hits her because they were arguing so in school Steve noticed the bruises and ask her what is going on and make it kinda angsty but with a fluffy ending? I understand if it's too much or if it's too weird but I had this dream about it and that. Love you so much!
Authors Note: agghhhh this is so nice! tysm darling! i swear dream requests r like the best because i can tell u i have the most mundane dreams or they r like they dont make sense and im like high lol. this has violence and abuse in it so just beware and just a warning. also one scene i got inspiration from a star is born where they go to the supermarket and he patches her up with frozen pears i luv that scene. anyway im gonna be opening up my requests so requests r open again!Â
Being Billyâs sister wasnât easy. He had a temper on him, and where there were good times with him when he didnât get what he want his anger would consume him. After your mother and your father split life wasnât easy. It was difficult with them together but now it was just impossible. Billy didnât want to move, he didnât want to leave his friends. And your father found someone new. Her name was Susan, she had red hair and she was timid to your fatherâs actions. She was the quiet housewife. She brought some baggage with her though it may seem to others but to you, she was a gift. It was a little girl, around 13, her name was Maxine, but everyone called her Max. She was a joy. You and her found to spend the most time together. You both understood one another. She felt compassion for you with your brother and father and you felt sorry for her with your brother. He was a jerk to his stepsister, you tried your hardest to stop him but once Billy hates someone, he most likely will hate that person forever. So you intervene when they have their arguments, almost always picking Maxâs side.Â
From California all the way to Hawkins, Indiana you all went to enjoy or try to live a new life, with the new family.Â
âThis place looks and smells like shi*,â Billy whined as he smoked a cigarette and placed his hands in his jean pockets.Â
âCâmon Billy, it canât be that bad. Trust me youâre gonna make a lot of new friends, I just know it. Things are going to work out for all of us.â You tried to sound enthusiastic because your father and his new wife were right next to you but you had your doubts as well. âYeah see, y/n knows what sheâs talking about,â your father laughed as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.Â
Your father was abusive towards you and Billy, sometimes you wondered if thatâs what made Billy that way towards people. Its uncomfortable to hang out with your dad. He was nothing like a dad to you. A father doesnât smack his child in the face leaving them a bruise, a father doesnât belittle his children. You just felt stuck.Â
Then you met Steve. Steve was probably the best thing thatâs ever happened to you. He was your best friend at first but then you started to grow a little crush on him. You think he doesnât like you back like that because youâre Billyâs sister, and you know Billy bullies Steve. You always try to stop Billy from doing so.Â
âBilly would you just give it a break man!â You shouted. You were alone with Billy, the family out for dinner. You and Billy were having an argument about where they currently live, Steve, and about Max.Â
âOh you wanât me to give you a break, y/n I hate living in this shi*hole!â
âOh my god Billy, shut up! You complain about everything, Max is not a nuisance, not even Steve is either,â you muttered the last part as you sat on the couch.
âI donât want her as a sister! Dad keeps forcing this life on me, but I donât want it. He doesnât even deserve happiness.â
âSometimes Billy things happen in life that we cannot change, but in the end you make do with what you got.â
Billy frowned at you then raised a brow, âyeah just like youâre doing Steve. Tell me, how does it feel to be in bed with the king of high school?
With that you stood up, furious. You felt like punching Billy, your fist raised in the air, but you stopped your actions and considered the consequences. âDonât ever talk about Steve like that again.â
Billy walked closer to you, his face mere centimeters apart, âno one, tells me what to do.â With that he hit you on the face. It was so hard that you fell back and hit your head on the plush couch. Your eye stung and so did your cheek. As you looked at Billyâs face you could already tell he regretted what he did.Â
âY/n, Iâm sorry, I,â
âI hate you!â You screamed, tears running down your face as you ran to your room. You locked the door and cried on your bed for the rest of the night.Â
When you woke up you looked in the mirror to see that it now became a bruise. You tried covering as much up as you can with makeup. It was time to go to school and you walked there, not wanting to ride with Billy.Â
âHey y/n,â a smile appeared as Steve walked to you. He put his arm up on your locker and saw that you werenât your usual cheery self. âHey what happened?â
You took your books out and shook your head, faking a grin, ânothing. Iâm fine really.â
Steve knew how Billy was and was always on your side. All he wanted to do was protect you and to make sure you were safe. âIf anything were to happen between you and your brother, you would tell me, right? I do care about you a lot y/n, I donât want to see you hurt.â
You closed your locker and placed your hand on his cheek, âIâm fine Steve, you have nothing to worry about.â As you spoke you scratched where the bruise was at. You winced and looked away.Â
âWait, youâre hurt.â Steve turned your face so you can look up at him and thats where he saw the bruise. His jaw clenched as he saw the purple wound. âWho gave you this?â
âSteve its nothing really I-â
âHow did this happen?â Steve was getting angrier and angrier by the minute. You didnât deserve to be treated this way, you deserved way more.Â
âFunny story actually, I fell down the stairs and I got this.â
âBull shi*, its your brother isnât it? Its Billy?â Steve asked but in reality he knew it was either your father or your brother.Â
Tears started to form in your eyes again, âyes, it was Billy. We had an argument and he got mad.â
Steve was so irate, he almost ran to the entrance of the school but you stopped him by pulling his sleeve, âno Steve please. Donât leave me, I, I need you.â
Steve saw the desperation in your eyes and that you did need him at this moment, you were hurting and he knew that he needed to be there for you.Â
âCâmon we need to get that taken care of.â
Steve grabbed your hand and he led you to the cafeteria. âSteve weâre gonna miss class.â
âScrew class, right now Iâm only worried about you.â
He led you to the frozen area and brought out frozen bag of mixed vegetables that they serve at lunch. âThose things are pretty disgusting,â you chuckled as Steve looked for tape, he laughed as well, âyeah they kinda taste like as* to me so Iâm glad Iâm not the only one.â
Once Steve found the tape and brought the frozen vegetables he stopped by the refrigerator. âWe also need these.â He then stacked up on chocolate pudding.Â
âOh my god Steve! My sisterâs friends love those!âÂ
Steve grinned and still holding your hand managed to hold all the items, âthey are essential to making you feel better.â
âYou do know there is a clinic near by that I could of gone to at the school?â
Steve shrugged, âyeah but all they would of done was dab some hand sanitizer on that and call it a day. I canât have them doing that to you, you need more work done.â
You lightly bumped into him playfully. âYouâre so silly Steve Harrington.â
âI try to be for all the pretty ones.â He gave you a playful wink. Your heart was beating fast with him. You liked Steve a lot but you thought it was just not meant to be.Â
He brought you to the science class. It was empty and it would be since it needed remodeling done.Â
âWhat are we doing here Steve? Weâre not supposed to be here!â You tried to knock some sense into him but he just held onto your hand and brought you to the desk. You sat beside him. You two sitting next to each other.Â
âWe need to take care of the bruise.â
Steve brought the frozen bag out and lightly placed it on your bruise. You winced a little at the pain and Steve apologized. He was so close to your face! Then he taped it. You looked up and saw what he did, making you laugh, âI look ridiculous!â
âI think that kinda suits you.â
You shook your head and the vegetables in the bag shook, âOh my god why are we doing this? Why are you doing this?â
Steve placed his hand on yours and lightly brushed it, âBecause you were hurt, and you donât deserve that.â
Your eyes twinkled to him, they were like stars. You couldnât handle it no more. With a leap of faith you moved closer to him on the chair and planted your lips on his. At first he was surprised but then he deepened it himself. It was a passionate kiss, you walked forward and placed yourself on his lap, deepening the kiss. When you two separated your breathing was harsh.Â
âWow, that was amazing,â Steve was breathless, looking no where else except your face. âGod youâre beautiful.â
You looked away bashful, âeven with this ugly bruise?â
Steve kissed you again, ânothing could ever make you any less beautiful.â
You, still sitting on his lap, wrapped your arms around his shoulders, âyou donât know how long I wanted to do that.â
Steve kissed your bruise, or more like the frozen bag, âIâm so glad you did, Iâve wanted to be with you ever since I saw you.â
You two missed classes that day and he told you to stay at his house for a little bit until youâre ready to face Billy again. You were now the kingâs girlfriend but none of that mattered, all you cared about was Steve and your love for him.Â
You two enjoyed chocolate pudding in that empty science room, talking about everything. You were finally happy and thankful for all that Steve had done for you.Â
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uuuuuuh idk if u still want prompts but... mafiaboss tony and kept boy peter? peter's been kidnapped by another gang and was just rescued and brought back to his daddy.
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Maria boss Tony, 18+ kept boy Peter, kidnapping, cuts and bruises, crying, comfort
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The boy just cried and cried, so much so that Tony feared his tears would overflow the ocean itself soon.
It had been quite a task, the older man had to admit, to find Peter and then rescue him. However, there was nothing the most feared Mafia boss in the states could not do, he just needed time and lots of guns.
âShhh, my sweet darling. Youâre safe now, I am here.â Tony comforted as he carried a beaten and bloodied Peter to their hidden headquarters. A step behind the pair was half a dozen armed men, who only obeyed Tonyâs command.
Finally arriving at the bossâ private rooms, one of the men opened the door as Tony had his arms full with a sobbing boy. The older man set Peter down on the bed gently, kneeling in front of him.
âItâs all right, Pete darling. Youâre safe.â Tony repeated that phrase over and over. Perhaps both to comfort himself and his boy.
The boy did not answer, as he had not spoken a word since being rescued and just looked blankly and Tony.
Turning to his men, Tony barked orders at them. âGet me a first aid kit, one wet towel and one dry, water and food.â
âUhm, what kind of food, Sir?â One of the men asked, visibly flinching when Tony shoot him a glare.
âYou know what he likes! Just ask around, I donât give a fuck. Leave us!â Tony barked again, gesturing with his hand to make his point. The men scrambled out of the room and finally the pair were left alone for the first time in nearly a week.
Tony wanted to vomit at what they had done to his boy. Both of Peterâs eye sockets were swollen with dark blue bruises, his nose bleeding and blood running over his burst bottom lip. On his cheekbone, he had another nasty bruise with a bleeding cut. Tony feared what else was hidden under the boyâs ripped and dirty clothes. Looking at his boyâs bony wrists, he found rope burns and in some spots the skin had been broken. The older man anticipated that he would find the same kind of rope burns around Peterâs ankles.
âHey.â Tony spoke gently and slowly, Peter raised his gaze to meet Tonyâs. âI am going to undress you and clean you up, yeah? Then you can have some food and get some rest.â
Once again, the boy did not reply. Swallowing away his own exhaustion and fears, Tony stood up again and moved to gently pull Peterâs bloodied t-shirt off. Then, he unzipped and pulled the jeans and underwear off, leaving Peter completely naked on the bed. Bruises in shades of blues, purples and reds covered most of Peterâs porcelain skin, but none of them looked too big nor too dark to indicate serious internal bleeding. It seemed like the boy had shrunk so much in just one week, just an echo of his usually bubbly and chatty self that Tony so loved to have on his lap. Retrieving one of the many blankets on the bed, Tony put it around Peterâs shaking shoulders. He had started crying again.
âBoss?â There was a knock by the door and Tony called out for them to enter, shushing the men when they made too much noise. Peter was upset enough already and Tony would snap if his own men upset him even further. Luckily the men left quickly, so Tony did not have to waste his breath on telling them to leave and instead spoke sweetly to his baby.
âShh, itâs okay, my love. Cry it out, baby. Itâs okay. Itâs okay.â Tony shushed, picking up the glass of water and bringing it to Peterâs bloodied lips. The boy took a small and careful sip before pushing Tonyâs hand away with a weak arm.
Then, very gently and carefully, Tony began washing Peterâs face with the wet towel, apologising under his breath when the boy whimpered in pain. It was a slow process, but eventually Peter was looking much cleaner, with bandages and band aids covering a large portion of his body. Tony felt anger pooling in his stomach. Someone did this to his boy. His baby. His Peter.
The ones at fault were long dead, but it did not ease the violent energy Tony felt surging inside his guts. The bruises and cuts would take at least a month to heal and would be a constant reminder for Tony on how he failed to protect the most precious thing in his life.
Shaking his head to clear his mind from the anger, Tony looked at his boy and found him to be more exhausted than ever. The food would have to wait.
âHave some more water and then you can sleep, baby. Come on, do it for me.â Tony encouraged as Peter grimaced at the glass of water, but he let Tony bring it to his mouth once more. After nearly finishing it, Tony put the glass aside and guided Peter to lay down under the blankets. The boy whimpered, as the moving hurt most of his bruised body.
âThere, there. Itâs okay, baby. Daddyâs here.â Tony whispered, laying down beside Peter and kissing his forehead gently as not to hurt him. The older man wanted nothing more than to squeeze Peterâs much smaller body against his own, but he knew that would only hurt him. But he did manage to manoeuvre the two of them so that Peterâs head was resting on his chest and with a gentle touch he began massaging the boyâs scalp.
20 minutes of silence and Tony thought Peter had fallen asleep, until he heard whispered words that made his infamously cold and rigid heart swell.
âI knew you would rescue me, DaddyâŚâ
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future child. (hrĂd x reader)
anon asked: âCan your write Hrid meeting his and Summoners future childâ and âcccan we get a hrĂd future child prompt, please & thank u still haven't summoned ice ike but i'm tryin. maybe he'll come home if he sees our beautiful childâ
a/n: this is my last push for yâall who donât have ice prince.... hopefully heâll come through !!! --mod touko
other future child fics: alfonse // sharena \ fjorm & gunnthra // loki \ michalis // shigure \ zelgius // chrom \ ikeÂ
tagging @lunalove25 c;
  you had loki right where you wanted her, the tricksterâs traps seeming easy compared to her usual dark magic she used to fool you and the order. it seemed like all was over, her magic rendered useless as lachesis uses her slow spell to keep her from simply darting away, as she always did.
  a cornered animal has the deadliest bite, or so they say.
  you shout for hrĂd to back down, your grip tight around his midsection as you ride with him on his horse. the telltale venomous smile was etched across her pearly features, something was wrong. he heeds, slowing his pursuit towards her. loki merely remains in place, not trying to move out of the way of your attacks on her. she merely taps a finger to her chin, her deep purple eyes boring holes into yours. she beckons you forth with a finger, knowing youâll come. you hate the fact that she knows youâll listen.Â
  âiâve not come to fight.â she states simply, and your grip on him tightens. hrĂd seems to notice, and he shoots you a wary glance. âiâve come to bargain.â you swallow the lump on your throat, starting to dismount his horse. you jump down, him helping you part of the way by holding your arms. letting go, you shoot him a nervous smile, and he mouths a âyou got thisâ to you.
  âwhat do you want?â your eyes narrow, and she eyes you innocently. the rest of the small team that went with you watches cautiously from beside hrĂd.Â
  âoh nothing really, moreso i have something for you.â her honeyed voice seems innocent, but you know there something more. nothing is free when it comes to loki. âi have something, or should i say, someone that would be of interest to you... and you.â she points at hrĂd, and you feel your heart hammer in your ears. who could this person be that she was talking about?Â
  âwhat do you mean?â you ask, and she absentmindedly twirls her staff. âi donât think i follow?â
  âof course you donât darling,â she smiles, âafter all, they havenât been born yet!â she says with a wink, and you feel your cheeks warm. hasnât... been born yet? was she implying that she had your child... yours and hridâs?Â
  âwhat are you saying, witch?â hrĂd snaps, and you turn around, seeing ylgr grabbing onto his arm to keep him from reacting brashly. her expression falls, rolling her eyes before diverting her attention back to you.
  âi think youâve connected the dots at least.â she muses, and you fidget anxiously with the sleeves of your cloak. âwhatâll it be, hun?â
  âwhatâs in it for you?â you retort, forcing your voice to remain steady. any weakness shown around loki would sure be your downfall. âhow do i know you arenât lying?â
  âhave i ever steered you wrong?â loki chuckles, playing with her long nails. when you donât respond, she knows she has you. ���all i ask in return is a favor from you. not now, but sometime later. do we have a deal?â
  âdonât do it.â hrĂd warns, feeling his hand on your arm. you pull out of his grip, your mind already made up. she wouldnât go through all this trouble and have it be nothing. stranger things have happened, and you knew of a few other comrades who had summoned their children, despite them not being with child in their world. it was just crazy enough to be true.
  âi have to.â you reach your hand out, and she shakes it. her devilish smirk grows wider, and you suddenly feel small.Â
  âpleasure doing business with you,â and with a wink and a fog of smoke, sheâs gone, no sign of her except for a cold, green orb left in your hand. you turn it over, carefully, entranced by the sight of it until a pair of strong arms snap you back to reality.Â
  âare you okay?â he asks, and you gently shift your gaze to him. despite his earlier warning to you, he doesnât seem angry at you for not listening. he looks moreso concerned, scanning your face for any signs of injury by her. you knew hrĂd didnât trust her at all, he hated it whenever she was near you -- not only from jealousy because of her obvious attraction to you, but because she has disguised herself as his sister and helped surtr with his plans in destroying nifl.Â
  âiâm fine...â you glance up to him, trying to push aside your thoughts of what she would do with her favor. âletâs see if she was telling the truth.âÂ
  when you and hrĂd arrive to the summoning pedestal, you feel your heartâs pace quicken. on your way back to the castle, you had explained to him all that loki has implied to you, but had remained silent, not knowing what to do. surely, if this really was your child, he would accept them.
  right?
  âwait,â he says, watching you place the bright green orb in the pedestal. âjust... wait.â he tugs at your arm lightly as he looks up at you on the alter. âi want to let you know that whatever happens... i want us to have a future together.â his porcelain skin dusts pink, sharp blue eyes conveying so many emotions -- anxiety, curiosity, but most of all reassurance. he loved you, that much was so clear. âand... if somehow this is our child, well... iâll love and protect them with all that i am.â you jump off the pedestal, unable to keep your hands to yourself. you place kisses all over his cheeks, before pulling back and kissing his nose. he smiles at you, easily holding your weight with his strong arms.Â
  âi love you so much.â you say, trying your best to contain your emotions. he doesnât want to let your go, but he has to, and he gracefully sets you on the pedestal.Â
  âand i you, princess.â he says gingerly, the blush having spread to the rest of his face.Â
  setting aside your anxiety, you take a deep breath, and use breidablikâs power to call forth the hero locked in their own world. mist surrounds the stone, and out of the mist pops the head of a teenage girl, green tome clutched to her hip and curious, steely blue eyes scanning her surroundings. when she locks eyes with you, you feel the rush of a familial love that you didnât know you possessed in your heart. storge, you remembered some book you had read back on your world, was the word for it. she rushes forward, her braided [hair color] locks bouncing all the way as she tackles you into a hug. hrĂd joins the two of you as she sobs into your shoulder, arms cradling the two of you safely.
  this was home.
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Hey fusion idea: Evangel and Mara bc Mara's a demon and Evangel's name literally has the word angel in it so--
right u are, anon :D tho evangel is literally nothin like an angel lemme tell u-
but!!! onwards to fusion, talk, shall we~
this particular fusion might not seem like itâd work v well at first, and indeed, it might have a rocky start. but that doesnât mean things donât work themselves out. especially after evangel starts feeding off of maraâs chaotic confidence to make it her own...Â
they like to be called solani (means nightshade in latin, its a pretty flower, but highly deadly)
pale skin
pointed ears
icy eyes with piercing green slit pupils
dark purple hair that tumbles down around their waist like a wild waterfall
are those claws or just really sharp manicured nails???
i canât tell if i saw a tail or if my eyes are playing tricks on me
short, sharp, black horns
usually smirking
theyâre extremely full of themselves, vain, and pompous
always trying to catch someoneâs eye
crave attention, as long as theyâre in control of the situation
quite the master of manipulation and tugging on heartstrings
theyâre after everyoneâs heart, and not just for the love. they like breaking a few here and there
stubborn, bullheaded, and extremely stuck in their own way of thinking
enjoy wearing fancy outfits, like the ones youâd see in those murder shows where the client in questionâs husband disappeared under mysterious circumstances, and of course theyâre still grieving their darling husband... they say as the seduce mr detective man
eyeshadow n mascara ftw
has a silky way of speaking that makes u slightly on edge but wanna listen more
in it for the fun of messing with people, and bc they need people to acknowledge them always
terrified of fire/bright lights
actually need someoneâs approval/recognition or else they feel horrid
tries not to think about consequences
close friends who? iâve got at least a hundred other friends i can turn to if you donât like me
dark magic makes them giddy, and makes em p much unbearable (yet irresistible) to be around. gives dark veins over their normally pale skin, but they fade after awhile.Â
literally they bring out the worst in each other this is a super villain fusion
#tldr: this is the worst fusion pls don't try this one bc they SUCK together#and by that#i mean#if u were looking for a supervillain u jus found one#augh#anyways; she's an interestin one to angst around with#bc they amp up the worst parts of each other; and turn into smth... yeesh.#spoopy spoopy#either way; enjoy this mess of a fusion h#arty asks#afw#fusions
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