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James Potter x muggle fem!reader

Summary: After months of dating, James finally tells you he's a wizard.

Genre: Fluff <3 / pt.2 to Enchanted

Warnings: tbh none

6 months later, James is sprawled out on your couch in your small London apartment. He's dressed in your university sweater, which hugs him snugly but he doesn't seem like he minds. You'd switched into his so he doesn't have much of a choice anyway.

He's pretending to really read the book he had found on your dresser but he keeps his eyes trained on how absorbed you seem in the show you're watching.

James sees the title; "Bewitched". He smiles to himself when he sees you try and wiggle your nose like Samantha does and you fall back onto James lap, sighing. 

"D'you think I'd make a good witch?" you ask suddenly and his heart almost collapses. 

He runs a hand in your hair, playing with the strands as he ponders your question, "Mmm, yeah, you would, lovie," he says and chuckles when you sit up and start to ramble. 

"I mean, can you just imagine having magic! I could–I could make all this mess disappear instantly!" you exclaim happily, gesturing to your slightly messy apartment, and then look into his eyes, "wouldn't having magic be fun, Jamie?" 

James frowns. You say it so innocently but he starts to wonder if you could know? It has been months.

He sits up, tilting his head at you. He's been wanting to tell you he's a wizard for a while now, plus James wouldn't admit this out loud yet but he knows he wants to marry you and you deserve to know the truth before he asks you to spend your life with him, don't you? 

"Y/n," he whispers but you interrupt him. 

"And I mean, flying on a broom! How silly! Can't you just imagine it?" 

James smiles, completely endeared, "Yeah, I can," he tucks some hair behind your ear and reaches into the back pocket of his jeans. He pulls out his wallet and you stare at him confused as he holds out a folded old polaroid. He hands it to you.

"What's this?" you ask curiously, crossing your legs.

At first, it looks like a simple picture of a group of boys. There are four of them and they look around sixteen if you had to guess. The tallest has his arms crossed and he's standing in the middle as the boy to his right, a shorter boy with long dark hair, has his arm swung around him. A short, stout boy looks timidly at the camera next to the taller one and next to him, what looks like a young James is happily grinning and holding up a fancy looking broom in triumph. James and the longer-haired boy are dressed in a maroon and yellow sports uniform while the other boys are dressed in simple school uniforms. 

The picture seems relatively normal for a second until it starts to move. James in the picture lifts the broom and the long-haired boy continues to hug the taller one. You gasp, dropping the picture onto the couch and it flutters to the back where you see written, "Prongs, Wormtail, Moony, and Padfoot, Hogwarts 1976."

"What the hell?" you whisper, voice breaking, and you think you must be imagining things. You look up at James, who is staring at you intently. "James? W-why did that polaroid just move?" you ask and James's stare softens. 

He picks up the polaroid and smiles, he shows it to you again. "That's me and my best friends at school," he says but when he looks at you, his smile falters. You look terrified, "Love, it's okay it's just a picture."

"No, it isn't. It's moving!" you say, leaning away from him a little.

James's chest tightens. "I know," he says seriously, "Promise not to panic, okay? But, I'm a wizard." 

He says it so calmly you're silent for a moment until you start to laugh. You laugh so hard tears brim in your eyes and James is concerned.

He holds your cheeks in his hands. "No, Y/n, I mean it. I'm a wizard," he stands and walks to his jean-jacket hanging in the entrance. He pulls out his wand and points it at you.

You look scared again when he mutters an unfamiliar word and suddenly, you feel a drizzle of snow fall over your shoulders and unless your ceiling disappeared and it's snowing in July, you know it has to be James. 

You let out a shriek and cover your mouth as your eyes widen. James lowers his wand and rushes over, the snow disappearing. "It's okay. I promise I won't hurt you, lovie," he pauses and carefully sits next to you. He's relieved when don't scoot away from him, "I couldn't keep this from you anymore. I love you. You deserve to know who I am."

You're looking at him intensely and you pick up the polaroid again, examining it closer. After a moment you look up and narrow your eyes. You press your index on where James is in the picture. "Why are you holding a broom?" you ask simply and James almost laughs. 

"Gryffindor had just won an important Quidditch match, I think."

"Gryff-what won what?"

"Um, my house- um. Quidditch it's a sport. Where you—um, ride a broom."

You look at him and James can't read your expression.

"You can fly on a broom?" you suddenly ask, sounding less nervous now. You look at the picture and then you crack a smile. "You do look cute all dressed up," you put the polaroid near his ear, almost as if you're making sure the boy in the picture is actually James.

Your boyfriend nods and looks at you wearily, biting his lip. He has so much he wants to say. "So, have you always been a witch—" you ask.

"Wizard," he interrupts but you ignore him.

"—or did some creepy troll turn you into one? Oh my, are you the only witch to exist?" you sound almost excited now.

"Wizard," James says and then takes the picture from your hand and holds yours in his. "And no. I'm not. All my friends and family are. You believe me, yeah?"

You think for a moment. "Yeah," you shrug, looking up at the ceiling and then the wand in James's other hand, "you did make it snow, didn't you?" your smile widens and you point at his wand as you say, "Can you make it snow again! Or show me another spell. Please?"

James hesitates but when he sees a small scab on your hand from where you'd cut yourself earlier, he mutters a spell he knows by heart from all the Quidditch tumbles he's had and the wound suddenly disappears. 

Your eyes widen and you hold up your palm awkwardly. You look where the scab had been, mesmerized as you run your fingers over the now, non-existent, wound. 

"I know this is a lot for you to understand now, lovie. But, I want to explain everything. Anything you want to know," he says seriously and you look back up at him. 

You ask question after question, the reality of the situation becoming even more intense as you hear stories from his school and how unfamiliar he had been about "muggles" until he'd met his ex-girlfriend and then, well, you. 

"So, wait, witches and wizards exist and we– muggles? –just don't know?" you say after his little speech and James nods. He's sitting criss-cross in front of you on your couch and he's running his thumb over your hand, hoping his gesture is reassuring. You look confused, "Aren't you gonna get in trouble with the—"

"Ministry of Magic for telling you?" James finishes, understanding what you're trying to ask him.

You nod. 

James shakes his head and looks into your eyes. "No, because I didn't just tell anyone. You aren't some random person on the street, lovie. You're my girlfriend and I love you. I'm glad you know," he kisses your forehead quickly and you lean up to catch his lips. 

"I'm glad I know too," you smile and caress his cheek. It's your way of showing him you don't see him any differently. You turn to the polaroid picture still in your lap and pick it up. "I can't wait to meet more of your wizard friends now," you smile. 

James smirks, a twinkle in his eyes. "You already have, darling," he says. 

You look closer at the picture and your eyes widen, "No way!" you exclaim looking up at James in disbelief as you start to recognize two of the other boys in the picture. "Remy and Siri too?!"

James chuckles and nods. You turn the polaroid over again and look at the names scribbled in ink. "Then what's up with the weird nicknames? Prongs? Is that you?" you deduce from the order. 

James hums and kisses your temple as he pulls you in closer.

"Why Prongs?" you ask, pointing both your index fingers and putting them on your head, "like little devil horns? Or a fork?" you giggle at the last suggestion and James is entirely enchanted by you. 

He looks at you fondly and chuckles, "Like stag antlers, lovie."

"Why?"

"Because I can turn into a stag, if I wanted to," James explains slowly, realizing he'd forgotten to mention that tiny detail.

"You WhAT?!"

[mingkismain]

Wrong Ingredient - wooyoung x reader

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an; hi guys! i think i started writing this months ago and i finally had the inspiration to finish it! this was supposed to be a halloween fic if that tells you anything abt how long my creative drought was D: but xoxo hope you freaks enjoy <333

wooyoung x fem!reader

genre; smut

word count; 3,380

warnings/tags; pwp, piv, unprotected sex [don't do that], switch!wooyoung and switch!reader [muahaha], slight overstim for reader [and woo tbh], hair pulling, little bit of aftercare

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Becoming a potion brewer wasn't your end goal once you had left school, but it helped put a roof over your head and pay for your other hobbies. Plus, your abilities had only improved with time which helped your clientele spread out past the town you lived in. Which was how you met Wooyoung, a wizard a little older than you from a few towns over. He was one of your only clients that would make a house visit to pick up an order, you usually just delivered right to the other towns a few times during the week.

Today, Wooyoung had decided to stop in and order instead of writing to you beforehand, which led to him hanging around your place while you worked on his order. He was no different from a house cat, walking around and exploring, getting too close to what you were working on and nearly ruining it.

"Woo for the love of gods please stay to that side of my cauldron! I don't want you knocking any of my ingredients off the shelves! I don't refund if you fuck up your own order!" You huffed, readjusting your hair and getting back to your brewing.

"Alright! Sorry, just nosey, you know I have no idea how any of this works! That's like, the main reason I come see you," he wandered back over to the other side of your brewing room, reading the spines of all your potion creating books.

"It's fine to be curious but too much curiosity and you can end up with a horrible result," you stopped stirring and looked up to face him, "this has to sit and simmer for a little longer. I'm going to run outside and check my request letters. Do not touch what's brewing or you'll be so sorry." He nodded his head repeatedly.

"Yes ma'am, I'll stay over here and read your books." He gave you a half salute as you walked up your stairs.

Oh, but of course, he was lying to you.

As soon as he saw you were out of eyesight, he crept over to your cauldron, peering in to see what you had made him. He inhaled and immediately went into a coughing fit.

"Gods this reeks! I can't have this shit sitting in my house, it'll drive all my company away!" He fanned his hand in front of his nose to rid the smell as he scanned your shelves for some aromatic he could sneak in. "Yeah, this'll do," he reached for a bottle you had labeled 'red ginseng' and carefully plucked it from your shelf. He had no idea how much to add, but surely a handful of this stuff would rid his potion of that awful smell. Wooyoung poured a handful [and whatever spilled out of his hand] into the mixture and watched it to make sure he didn't blow your house up.

Thankfully he didn't, but he changed the color of the potion by mistake, what was once a bright blue, now made a dull brownish hue. Wooyoung frantically scanned your shelves for something to fix his stupid mistake, surely you had something that could reverse something as simple as a color change??

There was something that caught his eye, on your bottom shelf, tucked away in the back was a bottle with the label peeling off, but from what he could read, it seemed promising.

"Hmm.. 'use in only your most dire of situations' or, something like that." He shrugged, surely that's what the barely there label said. He didn't have much time to think about it as he heard your front door close. He ran back to the cauldron, dumping the rest of the contents of the bottle into it and quickly stirring with the spoon you'd left out. He tucked the bottle into his inner pocket and ran back to your bookshelf just as your footsteps were heard on the stairs.

You squinted at him as you reached the bottom of the staircase, "I really didn't think you'd listen, I thought for sure you would blow my house up."

He chuckled weakly as he flipped randomly through one of your books, "yeah of course I would listen to you! Wouldn't want my order to get messed up like you said," he kept his eyes down at the book as you walked over to your cauldron.

"This should be done now, I'm gonna give it a quick taste test," you took your cauldron off the heat, grabbing your spoon and bringing some of the finished product to your lips, slowly sipping as it was still so hot. Right away something seemed off to you, "strange," Wooyoung moved his eyes to watch you, "Woo, you ordered just a food enhancing potion right?" He nodded. "Can you come taste this? It tastes different from the other batches I've made for you."

He cautiously got up, coming right next to you as you lifted your spoon to his mouth. Taking as much as you did, he spoke after a moment, "yeah it's sort of off, I guess."

You squinted your eyes for a second before realizing and whacking him on the arm with your spoon, "you idiot! I knew you did something to this! What did you add?!"

He backed up, attempting to run from your swings, "nothing bad! Just something to make it smell better! Ow!"

"Woo!" *thwack!* "That's what I was going to do after it was done simmering!" *thwack!* "Show me exactly what you put in here!" *thwack!*

He walked around you as you stood with your spoon still in hand and pointed to the jar of red ginseng.

"And how much did you put in?"

He shrugged, "about a handful? Give or take."

You walked over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him a little, "dude, when I say to not fuck with my stuff I mean it! Red ginseng is an aphrodisiac! Now we have to wait for this shit to run its course!" As you continued to shake him, something fell out of his robe and rolled onto the floor. You stopped and bent down to pick it up, you eyes nearly falling out of your head when you saw what it was.

You took a few deep breaths, "Wooyoung, I swear on all my mothers, did this come from my shelf too?"

He tried to take a few steps away but you grabbed his arm, tightly. "It might have....."

If you knew any of the spells to instantly kill someone surely your first victim would be Wooyoung.

You took another deep breath in, "Woo, did it ever occur to you that maybe this bottle was in the way back of my shelf for a reason? That maybe it's a little stronger than most of my ingredients?"

He shook his head no.

"Woo. Maybe if you had taken the time to try and read the barely there label, you would've seen that it says 'use in only your most desirable situations'. This is a very strong aphrodisiac! So not only did you add one aphrodisiac, you added another, ridiculously strong aphrodisiac to that! So now we are actually going to have to suffer while waiting for this to wear off!"

He went over to the chaise lounge chair you had by your bookcase and sprawled out on it, "alright look, we just have to wait it out. How bad could that be?"

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Turns out it was really, really bad.

You began to count the stones on the floor to distract yourself from the worsening symptoms. Nothing was working. Every time you got to five or six your brain would reroute to all of the nasty things Wooyoung could do to you. You had to keep shaking your head to reset your thoughts but things kept getting worse and worse. As time went on and you tried to wait it out, you kept moving your eyes from the floor to Wooyoung’s hands, to the seam where his pants met, mind drifting to wondering how big his cock might be, if he knew how to use it, what he sounds like. You could feel your skin growing hotter, face starting to flush, more dirty thoughts were starting to crowd your brain. Your vision was about to go when Wooyoung called your name,

"How long can this go on?"

You met his eyes, "I'm really not sure, I've never had this happen before."

He began to crawl forward on the lounge, "well, what if we did something to help get rid of the symptoms?"

Your head was already starting to get foggy, without thinking you started to crawl towards him, "and what should we do?"

You met him at the edge of the lounge chair, nose to nose, lips just barely touching. He turned his head so he could whisper in your ear, “I think we should fuck each others' brains out, on this chair, until the symptoms wear off. And maybe even after they wear off I'll continue to make you feel good, yeah?"

Your breathing hitched and you swore he could hear your heartbeat, he turned back to meet your eyes and you leaned in to grab him in a deep kiss, crawling up to lean back on the chair with him under you.

"Aw, pretty girl wants me to make her feel good? That what you want?"

You whimpered and nodded your head quickly. The aphrodisiacs were putting your body into overdrive, rendering you unable to think about anything other than getting this man inside of you. You were grabbing at anything you could reach, shrugging his robe off his shoulders, followed by yours hitting the ground; soon it was a frenzy of fabrics flying around the room until you were both naked. In the mess of taking clothes off, you two had switched positions on the couch, you were now lying under Wooyoung, which gave him perfect access to your entire body. His lips began kissing and sucking and biting all over your neck, leaving small hickies that would surely darken as he continued. His hands wandered all over, unable to find a spot to rest. From groping your ass, to moving up and grabbing your tits, flicking and tweaking your nipples as he moved. His lower half wouldn’t stay still either, his cock constantly grinding against your bare pussy, making you leak onto the lounge and only aiding in making you feel like your skin was on fire. His lips continued biting and licking at your neck, moving up to your ear and lightly biting it, letting go to whisper, “what do you need babe? tell me what you want.”

You sighed and moaned, trying to hold on to the last bit of sanity you had, “fuck me Woo please, please I need you so badly right now I’ll do whatever you want just please get inside of me.”

He moved his head so he could see your face, dropping one of his hands down low so he could line up with your entrance, watching your face change as he guided the tip of his cock up and down your slit, hitting your clit each time, making you moan and groan as frustration started to build up. He grinned, “what’s the matter baby? can’t wait? that desperate to have me?”

You sighed as he bumped your clit again, “yes I don’t know how you aren’t! Please just get inside of me—” he finally pushed into you, cutting off your train of thought as he bottomed out inside of you. You hadn’t gotten the chanced to really look at how big he was, but from the stretch you could tell he was decently big, enough to make you drop your jaw and let your legs fall to either side of him. He locked eyes with you and flashed a wicked grin as he continued to push into you. You turned your head to the side, unable to hold the very intimate eye contact with him. Just as you felt him fully sheathe himself inside of you, he groaned and whispered into your ear, “if I had known you felt this good, I would have fucked with my order much sooner."

You had no idea how his brain wasn't as foggy as yours right now, the aphrodisiacs rendering you nothing more than a mumbling, moaning mess underneath him. Your hands against his back, dragging your nails down the expanse of it was your last ditch effort to try and stay on Earth.

He started to pound into you, strong arms caging you in on either side of your head. Eventually, one of his hands found its way down your body and to your clit, lightly rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

You moaned loudly at the added stimulation, not too far away from climax, Wooyoung picked up on that and kept the same pace, but leaned down towards your ear to continue whispering absolute filth to you.

"Come on pretty girl, I know it's right there just come for me."

"You're taking me so well, such a good girl."

Your orgasm hit you so quickly you didn't have time to register it even happening at first, hitting you so hard your back arched off the lounge, Wooyoung sealing your lips in a kiss as he continued to fuck you through it. After you came down, he pulled out,

"I'm not done with you, think you have the energy to get on top?"

You shook your head yes, and he flipped you two over, you now sitting right above his achingly hard cock, lining it up with your entrance and sinking down with a hiss. Wooyoung moaned loudly at the new position. You began to bounce your hips up and down, the lounge slightly creaking under you two. You sat up a bit so you could look at the man under you, an idea popping into your head immediately. You snaked your hand up to the column of his throat and gave a light squeeze at the sides, earning a gasp and another moan from Wooyoung.

You flashed a wicked grin at him now, "aw does that feel good? I had a feeling you would like that." You added a little more pressure to his neck and bounced with more vigor on his cock.

He looked up at you and whimpered, "yes, yes I fucking love it please don't stop." He gripped your hips tightly, likely bruising them in the process, encouraging you to keep at the pace you had set.

All that could be heard throughout your house were the sounds of creaking from the lounge you two were on, and combined moans from the both of you. You could tell that he was getting close from the way his whimpers got higher.

You released your hand from his neck, opting to pull at his hair lightly as you bent down to whisper in his ear, "come on pretty boy, I want you to come for me, give it to me."

He started to buck his hips up into you, rapidly chasing his high. Your second orgasm wasn't too far behind, you took your hand out of his hair and reached back down to rub your clit, trying to finish nearly at the same time as him. His moans grew so rapid and desperate, you knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

Your second climax came with a blurring vision and ringing in your ears, moaning so loudly as you came around him for the second time. Shivering and shaking as he pulled out of you and finished on your chest and stomach, moaning and groaning as he rode out his high.

You both sat there for a moment catching your breath, trying to register if the aphrodisiacs had finally worn off yet. You still had this buzzing feeling on your skin, groaning with frustration.

Wooyoung sat up on his elbows and looked up at you, "do you still feel it too?"

You huffed, "yes. I thought that would have fixed it."

He laughed as he flipped you two back over, "let me see if this will help."

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders as he got down onto his knees, face right in line with your still throbbing clit. He licked a long, painfully slow stripe up your slit, causing you to loll your head back and let out a low groan, already feeling close again.

Your hands found purchase in his hair, lightly tugging at it to encourage him to continue. He groaned at the sensation, sending vibrations through your body, giving you chills down your spine.

He continued to lick and suck at your clit, adding his fingers, curling them into you. You gripped tighter onto his hair, feeling like you could tip over the edge at any second.

Before you could get there, he stopped and sat up, earning a whine from you.

He took your legs off his shoulders, "get on your hands and knees, I want to be inside of you again."

You happily complied and flipped over, wiggling your ass a little at him, earning a slap on your cheeks. You let you another loud moan as he lined up and entered you with ease, beginning to fuck you into the lounge again.

The sound of skin slapping on skin could be heard throughout your house as he pounded into you, his hands gripping onto your hips to keep you from sliding down. Your orgasm from before already creeping up on you, Wooyoung decided to snake one of his hands up your back and into your hair, pulling you so your back was flush with his chest.

From this angle you could feel every inch of him, hitting that spot inside of you that was about to send you over the edge, he brought you closer by your hair and started to kiss and bite your neck, making you moan loudly. He chuckled as he let up on you, admiring his work of purples, blues, and a little bit of red that now adorned your neck. He moved up a little more to bite your ear, and that, combined with his thrusts and his grip on your hair, was enough to send you toppling over the edge again, making you nearly scream at the sensation. He left kisses along your cheek, jawline, and neck as you continued to ride your high.

"Think you can hang in there a little more? I'm so close baby." He loosened his grip on your hair, letting you fall forward onto your elbows.

"Yeah give it to me, come for me again, Woo." He moaned and picked his pace back up again, focusing on his orgasm as you laid there and took it.

He gave you a couple more hard thrusts before he was pulling out again, finishing on your back this time. You let your hips fall as he stood up, both of you taking in deep breaths.

You weakly stood up, now very aware of how sticky you felt. You huffed, "I think that finally did the fucking trick, I'm exhausted but I absolutely need a shower before I lay in my bed."

He laughed at the state of you, "yeah. Definitely. Sorry about that, let me help you." He guided you up your stairs and to your bathroom, keeping a hand on your waist as he turned your shower on, making sure the temperature was alright. He pulled back the shower curtain and allowed you to step in, following in behind you.

Once you both were cleaned off he turned the faucet off and guided you to your bedroom, helping you get dressed as you offered him something to wear.

You looked up at him as you crawled into bed, "you coming?"

He stared at you, "are you sure?"

You laughed, "of course I am! I'm not just going to let you go home after all of that!" He smiled as he crawled into bed, snuggling up behind you.

"Of course, I also want to make sure that the effects really, truly wore off, you know?''

You heard him chuckle behind you, "Oh yeah, of course."

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an; hehehe hope you guys like this one :D lmk what else you wanna see from me! also this was cross-posted onto my AO3 account

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Miracles don’t exist | 4: The tri-wizard tournament

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): None this chapter [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

It took around a week and a half before the three champions were chosen.

You sit sandwiched between Theodore and Draco as the names of the champions get called out. Draco cheers as Krum gets chosen to represent Durmstrang and you clap loudly for Fleur and Cedric. 

But the Great Hall falls silent as a fourth piece of paper flies out of the fire. And when Harry's name gets called out by Dumbledore, you jump up from your seat in search of Harry.

How's this possible? He's not even of age!

Blaise scoffs, folding his arms over each other. "Of course, bloody Potter has to steal the spotlight."

"I can't imagine he wanted this. Didn't you see the panicked look on his face?" You glance over to the Gryffindor table and make eye contact with Hermione. You share a panicked look, thinking the same.

"Are you seriously concerned for Potter?" Draco grimaces, pulling his nose up in disgust.

Rolling your eyes, you turn around and get up. You see no point in staying around any longer around the sour brigade.

"Black! Wait up!"

You turn around and arch a brow as you see Theodore briskly walking down the hall. He catches up with you in no time and he pulls you to continue walking towards the Slytherin dorm.

Theodore chews on the inside of his cheeks in a nervous-like manner. Theodore? Nervous? Since when? "Do you want to grab some breakfast together tomorrow?" He glances at you as he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

You furrow your eyebrows. "Sure..."

"Great. See you tomorrow", he says as turns to go to the boy's dormitories.

What in the name of Salazar's saggy eye bags was that?

You let yourself fall face-first on the four-poster bed, closing the curtains with a flick of your wand.

A bad feeling about the whole Harry and the Triwizard tournament thing-y grows in the pits of your stomach. There is no way he would ─ or could ─ enter the tournament by himself. Not even with an ageing spell. Fred and George Weasley already tried that, and it ended with them being hexed old and greying.

Sleep does not come easy, but morning does eventually roll in. Flicking open the curtains, you stretch your back ─ popping a few joints ─ before you get washed and dressed and ready for the day.

As you walk into the common room, a sigh leaves your lips as you spot Theodore, Lorenzo, and Draco (plus his minions) sit on the couches, conversing in a hushed tone. 

With another sigh, you make your way over to them and awkwardly stand in front of the boys, dropping your book bag on the ground. "Ready to go?", you ask Theodore, who jumps up from the cough. 

He wordlessly grabs his own book bag and yours before making his way up the stairs to get out of the common room.

You shoot an exasperated look at Draco before following behind the brown-haired boy. He's already out the door once you catch up to him.

"You don't have to carry my book bag, Theodore." You huff and puff out of breath as you walk next to him. Damn Hogwarts — and Slytherin — for the ridiculous amount of stairs in the school.

"Well... get used to it", he answers gruffly. His grip on the traps of your book bag tightens as you try to pry it out of his hands.

You hear a scuffle behind you and look over your shoulder. Draco, Lorenzo, Blaise and the others of your cousin's lackeys try not so subtly follow after the both of you from a distance. 

A hand on your shoulder makes you turn back around and look up at Theodore, who glares at the group of boys behind. "Don't mind them. They're idiots."

"Tell me about it", you grumble, making a small smile form on the boy's face.

Not much else is said as you reach the Great Hall. You shrink under the many curious eyes that follow Theodore and you. Theodore clears a bunch of First-years from a spot with a glare and offers the now-empty space to you.

"Thanks", you say softly, awkwardly sitting down. "Juice?" You hold up a pitcher.

As you pour the pumpkin juice into two cups, your eyes catch Harry's. He looks at you with all sorts of questions written on his face. You shrug and give a cup to Theodore.

After a couple of moments of eating in silence, Theodore clears his throat. "So... what do you like to do in your free time?"

You're halfway a piece of toast when he asks that. With a big gulp of juice, you force the bread down. "I like to fly. I also like to read."

Theodore nods slowly, urging you to go on.

"Back home, at the Manor, has a big library with all sorts of wizardkind literature. I bet I read ninety per cent of all the books in there. It is a shame it doesn't have muggle books and stories."

Theodore gasps dramatically. "A Black? Wanting to ready muggle books? How scandalous!"

A laugh bubbles up from your chest, and you push against Theodore's shoulder. "Shut up. They're good writers, okay!"

He smiles. The first genuine smile you've seen Theodore Nott smile in all your four years at Hogwarts. Deep inside it feels good to know you are the reason he smiles.

"And you?", you cock your head to the side, "what do you do when you're not up in the sky practising for quidditch?"

Theodore runs a hand through his dark hair, messing it up slightly. "I would be too busy for any hobbies if Dumbledore hadn't cancelled the Cup this year because of the tournament. You said you liked to fly, right?"

You nod.

"If you would like, we could fly around the pitch sometime. Then I can see how well you hold up against a quaffle." Theodore leans closer, his eyes shifting from one of your eyes to the other.

A smile grows on your face as you nod. You're not good, but you can make some speed on Draco's broom you borrow at home. "I would like that."

"Great", smiles Theodore. "Let's finish breakfast so I can walk you to your first class. What's on your schedule?"

You stare at the letter you got from Sirius Black, re-reading it time after time, making sure you're not imagining things. The house elves flock around the kitchen as they are preparing the breakfast for tomorrow morning ─ which is actually in just a few hours.

The door to the kitchen swings open and in stumbles Harry, sweat lingers on his brow and he's as pale as a sheet. He doesn't seem to notice you sitting in one of the built-in niches as he walks toward a house elf and asks him for hot milk.

"Are you okay?" Harry jumps a metre in the air and he turns around towards you, his eyes big. But once he notices it's you, he relaxes.

"Ye-yeah. What are you doing up so early?"

You shrug, "never went to sleep, to be honest. What are you doing up so early." 

Harry sighs. "Nightmares..."

With an understanding nod, you pull up your feet from the wooden bench so he can sit. "How are you holding up? With everything that is..."

Harry pulls his knees up to his chest, gripping the mug with hot milk. "To be honest... I don't know. They... the ministry has decided to let me compete."

You sit up straight. "They can't be serious?! Someone obviously put your name in!"

"The rules are rules", he shrugs, taking a sip.

Slumping down, a huff escapes your lips. "It's all a bunch of bull. It's like someone has it out for you."

Your comment makes the both of you stop and look at each other before giggling. Obviously, someone is after Harry. He's Harry Potter, after all.

"Ron's angry at me", he mumbles after a moment of silence between you two. "He thinks I've put my name in without me telling him."

"He's being a bonehead, that's what he is. And a bloody idiot."

Harry raises his mug to that and finishes it in one go. "I'll go back before the first professor wakes up. See you later, Black."

"See you, Potter." You wave him goodbye and watch him disappear behind the painting. You yourself also decide to go back to bed and thank the elves for the tea before going to the Slytherin entrance.

Taglist (bold means I couldn’t tag you): @the0doreslover @lqndkxlmqma @st4rrry​ @choppedpartymuffinwinner​ @dianaswanda​ @literallyobessed​

[the-beatnik-gale]

A Moment Alone

I went ahead and wrote some fanfiction for my Tav Husk x Gale because I was bored and wanted to write something cute. I wasn't going to share this but fuck it, we could all do with some more Gale content. ====================================== Approximately 1.2k words

Gale Dekarios x Tav (Named) It's a fluff piece, nothing raunchy. :) It occurs in the Elf Song Tavern from Act 3, but there aren't spoilers.

* Nothing has been proofread, and I can only hope Grammarly caught most of my mistakes. This is the first thing I've written in about 10 years, so I apologize if I've regressed back to 8th-grade writing skills. Forgive me; I'm out of practice.

The warmth of the water enveloped Husk with the comfort of a favorite blanket. The road to Baldur’s Gate was harsh and unforgiving but was a familiar practice that she took solace in. The nights spent around the fire, eating, laughing, and sharing the company of her companions had brought memories of her youth: her mother singing for the wondering group of vagabonds she had called family, her father creating illusions to accompany the stories and lyrics, and of her brother silently taunting her when she was up to perform. She missed it dearly and sometimes resented that she had willingly severed that tie. “It was necessary.” She thought, “You needed to get away, to find yourself.” She sunk lower into the bath water, and her smaller dwarven height made her a perfect subject for being completely submerged. “If I hadn’t walked away from them, I wouldn’t be here.  I wouldn’t have this damn parasite…” She huffs but can’t stop the smile from breaking through. “… and I wouldn’t have yet another wizard to add to my pocket full of magic men.” She couldn’t help but laugh. Gale had been her favorite part of this whole debacle. The silver lining against a sky of unknown horror, especially given the reality that he could have been but a speck had he gone through with his goddess’s demand. The moment of relief she had when he went ahead and chose her, Faerun and Mystra be damned, was indescribable. More likely, Husk didn’t have the right words memorized to describe the moment.

“Papa would like him, and he’s always respected as an arcane practitioner no matter at what stage. Draccel would fight with him, surely, debating some facts about some old dusty mage that’s long been dead, only stopping to ask how Gale could deal with me, and Mama…” A joyful sigh exits; she can hear her mother’s voice, simultaneously laced with stress and affectionate. “Just what we need, another wizard to anchor down among their schemes and grand delusions. Really dear, couldn’t you find a simple sorcerer or warlock if you needed someone magically imbued?” Husk threw her head back, eyes resting and arms outstretched to rest on the top of the tub.

It would be wonderful, beautiful, pure bliss. “Then there’s his mother and Tara. Tara, I have some idea about it, but his mother…” She stops short, a string of thoughts running through her at once, eyes still closed. There was so much left to do: Wyll’s father, Gale’s book, Astarion’s master, Orin and Gortash, the damn elder brain, plus whatever small tasks the group was sure to find themselves aiding in—the list seemed to grow ever larger, and there was no end in sight. “This is all assuming we even make it out alive. If, by some miracle, we do, then I can worry about this; until then, silence yourself. Relax, still your mind like you were taught. Just breathe deep.”

The distant murmurs of the patrons below amplified the silence of her upstairs dwelling. The others were selling spare supplies, wandering around, or making merriment elsewhere for the time being. It was their first day in the city, so it didn’t take her by surprise that the itch to explore and revisit was almost too much for some companions to resist. While the quiet was nice, Husk was beginning to regret not going with Gale to the stands. He had insisted she relax, and she wasn’t ready to expend the energy needed to protest. “The proper supplies will be needed if I’m to cook a more substantial meal than what we’ve been subjected to these last few weeks.  Worry not, I’ll be back soon. You take the chance for a proper reprieve, and by the time I should, should the others not have returned, perhaps we might take a few moments for ourselves.” If there were even the slightest possibility of a quiet moment together, Husk would hold out hope for it. Her eyes flutter open, peering past the cracks in the dividers, taking in the upstairs. She glared at the beds, their size just enough for a single body. Despite her dwarven frame being smaller than the rest, she wasn’t small enough to slide in alongside him. “Mmm, perhaps we should have stayed camping.” She wasn’t sure when she had dozed off or for how long, but she was suddenly aroused by the loud shutting of the door and the murmuring of a familiar voice. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s around… “

It was Gale, grunting slightly as he carried in what spices and groceries he had retrieved from his quick excursion.

“My love, are you here?”  His steps moved from the fire to the left of the room, opposite her. “I’m here; if you give me a moment, I’ll be right out. “

She heard the quickening of footsteps across the room. Before she could lift herself from the water, which had long since grown cold, her gaze turned upward as Gale gently nudged his way past the screen towel in hand. “Here, let me help. “ She didn’t need it but took the offer, grasping his extended hand. He helped pull her up, wrapping the towel and his arms around Husk. Gale leaned in, giving a lingering kiss on her forehead. “You smell nice. Not that I found you to have a pungent aroma in the first place. “ A small chuckle fell from Husk; she knew he didn’t mind her natural smell, but it felt nice to be able to bathe.   “Lavander and honey, not my first choice, but I’m content to smell like something other than my own sweat. It makes me happy that I didn't take a vow of cleanliness. The journey here would have been far more troublesome for me.” She reached her hand to his face, her thumb running along his cheek.

“And how was the market? Hopefully, you had no difficulty finding what you needed.” Gale nuzzled himself into her hand.

“Oh, I didn’t face much difficulty at all. Talking to a few vendors, however, I noticed that the people here seem to be just as on edge, if not more so, than those outside the gate.  While I still suggest we rest tonight, tomorrow will come early, and we’ll need to start laying out a plan immediately.” His face goes stoic for a moment, the reality of what is to come hitting hard and quick, but slowly, it loosens into a smug grin. “But that’s for us to worry about tomorrow, yes? For now, I say we take that moment I mentioned earlier. After all, it’s hard to focus when I have such beauty standing before me. While it won’t be the most romantic moment I could conjure, you have my word that I’ll do my utmost to make the best of it. I don’t think we’ll have all that much time left before our companies retire from the city. So, let us make haste and act accordingly, claiming this little moment for ourselves.” He takes her hand and leads her to one of the beds; both are determined to seize the moment, even if only for a short while.

[sovonight]

i was going to scribble a comic for these but please just imagine them as i would've drawn them instead

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(a little while after Xan's return)

R: Wait, where are your robes?

X glances down, and looks up again

X: Right here, unless I have found myself back in one of my childhood nightmares.

R: No, no, the good one. The--what was it--the robe of the neutral archmagi.

X: …They were stolen, along with the rest of my belongings. Did I not tell you?

R: Oh, right.

R: …

R, shocked & outraged: They were stolen?!

--

X: Radri--slow down--what are you--

R: We've wasted so much time! Who knows where the thieves have moved the goods now? Who knows who they've sold them to?!

X, realizing: …No. No, do not ask--

R: I'm sure the shadow thieves can manage to do me this one favor! I'll be gracious enough to take the information over the honor of managing that little guild hall!

--

(at shadow thief hq)

R, annoyed: No, they aren't "just robes", they were worth 20,500 gp, plus 2,000 gp for custom alterations, plus another 5,000 gp to get them in the right shades of midnight blue and melancholic purple. And did I mention that they're the best robes on the market for neutral wizards? Yes, exactly. Now repeat all the details back to me--

--

R, musing: The only question is if they already found a buyer. With any luck, they will still be there when we arrive… (notices Xan) What is it?

X: I did not realize that you had invested so much in it. You told me you had just happened upon it as it was.

R, embarrassed, realizing she'd said everything with him present: …Oh. Well, I lied.

X: …I--

R, unable to let him speak: I just knew you would say that the cost was outrageous, but they were this horrible shade of acid green to start with, and I couldn't let you walk around in that! And you would say the robes weren't worth it, because you would be dying in them all the same, but they are worth it because they keep you safer, and I thought, these are an investment, you'll have them forever, and I won't ever have to think about robes again! And I'm sure you'll say you had better in Evereska but if nothing else consider us retrieving it as a recouping of--(X hugs her)--huh?

X: I am sorry that I lost it, Estel'amin.

R, sniffle: It wasn't lost. It was stolen.

X: I am sorry that it was stolen, then.

--

R: It's fine. It's not your fault you make such an easy mark. (Burying her face in his shoulder) Really, it's a miracle you don't get robbed all the time.

(at the shop)

R: (gasp) It's still here! I can't believe it!

Shopkeeper: A beauty, isn't it? Normally I price it at 30,000, but I'll let it go for 29,000 gp for such a discerning customer such as yourself.

R, empty, ready to cry: ……29,000 gp…….?

S: Well, just look at the craftsmanship. Why, this could become an heirloom, to be passed down to--

X: Zero.

S: Er, what?

X: We will be paying zero gold pieces. These are stolen goods, for they are my robes, which were unjustly removed from my possession a fortnight ago.

R looks at Xan like he's her hero; S looks at him in outrage

S: Well, isn't that an outlandish claim! (Disbelieving laugh) It may suit your taste in colors, sir, but I challenge you to prove it!

X, crossing his arms: Radri?

R: There's a name embroidered under the collar.

S, pleased: Oh, but it appears there's nothing embroidered there, dear custome--

R: I also had it embroidered in the lining of the pockets, in each sleeve, and in 7 inch intervals along the hem, in case it was ever fenced.

S, defensive: …Well, who's to say that you are this "Xan"? Anyone can go by any name these days, and--

X holds out his moonblade, showing his name on the hilt

X: If I were not Xan, I would not be able to draw this moonblade.

X draws it, holding the bared blade between them, the flames illuminating the shopkeeper's apprehensive face

X: Is this proof enough for you, shopkeeper? Seeing as you have wasted much of my friend's time already, I would suggest you make the answer "yes."

S: Y-Yes! Take it! Urgh, no one would buy the damn thing anyway--it's such a dreadful shade of purple!

--

X, self-conscious: What is it? Why do you keep smiling at me?

R: Nothing! I'm just glad we have the robes back.

X, evaluating her: …You're pleased that I threatened him for you, aren't you.

R, pink, avoiding his gaze: What? Noooo. …Well, maybe a little. I was surprised you would go so far for me, that's all. I mean, drawing the moonblade and everything…

X, turning his face away: The moonblade? (Sigh) Is that it, then? You love me more as a noble defender of Elvendom than as a man?

R, genuinely worried, clutching his arm: What?! Xan, no, of course not, I--(She catches a glimpse of the small, barely hidden smile on his face, and reprimands--) Xan!

X, kissing her cheek: Forgive me, Estel'amin, I know your love is true; I only wished for you to turn my way so that I could see your reddened face in full.

R, redder at being tricked, grousing: Noble? You're becoming just as underhanded as any thief I've met.

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(at ye olde vending machine in spellhold)

X: Radri! Stop fooling around!

R, annoyed: I'm already here, and I have the tokens! What am I supposed to do, not spend them?

R: (counting quietly)

R, muttering: I have enough for two sets of quality footwear.

X, incredulous: You do not even realize how mad you sound!

--

R: Oh! Boots of speed! Now one person can match pace with me.

X, expectant: …

R: Keldorn! Here you go.

X: Radri?!

--

R: No, because think of how dangerous it would be for you to accidentally walk into a fight far ahead of anyone else!

X: What an excellent point. It is as though you read my mind. Indeed, I believe I recall myself saying something very similar to you, right before you encountered that exact scenario yourself--and then continued to encounter it as you refused to heed my concerns.

R, sheepish: …

X: Here is my proposal: either we obtain enough of these accursed boots for everyone, which is most definitely impossible, or you relinquish yours to--

R, speeding ahead to exit the conversation:

X: --Radri!

[missredherring]

Misc Characters Masterlist

🌶️= spice

August Walker (Mission Impossible: Fallout)

Paperwork - Settling Up🌶️

For a second he thought about dumping the files on the floor, pushing you up against his desk, and teasing you with more than just words. 

Charlie Hesketh (Kingsman)

HP AU drabble

The last thing he remembered was cornering the Dark Wizard he’d been tracking all week in an alleyway. There’d been some spells exchanged and pain, a lot of pain, and everything had gone black.

Running

Merlin barely looked him in the eyes when he handed the bag over. “Thank you, sir.” Charlie said, unable to hide his grin. This was going to be fun, after all. “Cheeky.” Merlin muttered under his breath and left the room.

Clark Kent (Superman DCU)

Pocket Full of Sunshine

Two people/One Bed Couch

Darcy Lewis (MCU)

Rainy Day Blues

Darcy was tired of Jane’s moping and sighing after an hour, but after two days? Yea, something had to be done, or else Darcy couldn’t be held responsible for what happened to Jane.

Friday Night at Kellerman's

She grinned at both of them and gestured to the drink. “I helped carry a watermelon.” She said when Max moved the microphone closer to her.

A Sheet of Paper

Darcy looks before she leaps. This time.

Darcy Lewis, Pokemon Master: Part One - Part Two

“I wanted you to get a decent education before you went running off into the wild. People seem to forget that there’s more to the world than those monsters. They get ideas in their heads that Pokémon are the only thing they need and run off without another word.”

AHS Coven + MCU crossover AU Marvel Coven

"She does not see the paths that connect our realms. But you do." It was so strange to hear a voice in her head other than her Supreme and coven head, Cordelia. His voice felt... wicked.

That Would Be Enough (Darcy x Pepper x Tony)

Pepper had stopped mid-sentence and her mouth hung open for a moment, her eyes fixing on Darcy’s face. Sometimes Darcy felt so young compared to Pepper and Tony. And other times, times like this, Darcy was a rock that they both clung on to, afraid of being washed away by everything around them.

Royal AU + Accidentally Married + Loki x Darcy Lewis

Loki x Darcy Lewis Week '12

Diversion

“She is a diversion.” Loki thinks.

Disguise

Loki hates the lavish parties that are thrown in the hall of Valhalla. Darcy said to use the word “hate” sparingly because there’s a lot of space between “hate” and a dramatic “dislike,” but Loki is sure that hate is the correct word.

Opposition

Loki’s words echo back to her and Darcy understands that this is going to be her first move in the game she finds herself playing. She makes herself smile up at Thor.

Library

She lifts her hand and the pages turn until they come to an illustration of Loki. He is grinning at her. Darcy sticks her tongue out at him and scribbles a response.

Jealousy

Darcy was just… annoyed that all the possibilities bikinis provided were wasted on Jane who was happy with the boring suit she was in now. Yea, that was it.

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman DCU)

Lunch Date - Aperitif🌶️

You bring Diana her lunch at work and she thanks you.

Eggsy Unwin (Kingsman)

Ask prompt

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

Gazelle (Kingsman)

Floriography

A circle of yellow carnations were surrounded by fish geraniums. Sprigs of cypress and a large cut of asphodel made up the outside. “You have disappointed us and our expectations of you. Death surrounds you. Our regrets follow you to the grave.” And there, Gazelle noted with a sad tick of her mouth, a lone marigold hidden beneath an ambitious carnation. “Despair.”

Gazelle x Ares (Kingsman and John Wick 2)

Two of a Kind

“I'm coming with you; they’ll never see us coming.”

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

Evening, Chief (Plus Size Reader)

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” Jim Hopper asked, looking through the car window. 

Think I Could Take Him? (Plus Size Reader)

You were waiting outside of work, tucked under the umbrella of light from a street lamp, when the bronco pulled up.

Self Defense

A lesson on self defense from the police chief himself.

Summer Nights

Catching lightning bugs with friends and family.

Saving Grace: Part One  - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four 

After wrapping up lose ends you’re back in Hawkins to help your sister, Joyce, after the Hawkins Lab chemical leak is exposed.

Logan Howlett/Wolverine (X-Men)

Fisting with Wolverine 🌶️

Petrichor

A florist turns to the last local cut flower farmer available for help. No Powers AU.

Mera (ft Arthur Curry ((Aquaman DCU))

Currents: Sea Sick - Message in a Bottle - Testing the Waters - Snowfall - Cozy - Blood in the Water - Undercurrents

“Mera is the one I want to kiss in this relationship, it turns out.” You told him. You looked at your hands and smiled. Holding hands was nice.   Arthur grunted and looked up when you reached the point in the path when you could hear the waves on the beach again. He turned and studied your face, expression warm with memories and a good night out. “I can work with that.” 

Orm (Aquaman DCU)

Overflow: Looking Up From Underneath - Breaking Waves

Orm starts his community service, but why does it feel like you're being punished instead?

Simon Jordan (Alias Grace)

Hysteria🌶️

“You’re seeing a new doctor for your condition, aren’t you?” Father didn’t look up from the morning paper while asking the question.

Steve Rogers (MCU)

A Falling Star Fell From Your Heart

Tattoo Artist!Steve Rogers tells you about his tattoos in bed.

Tommy Miller (The Last of Us)

For a Good Time Call... Tommy (Fat Reader)🌶️

He doesn’t do anything else for a moment, just takes you in, blowing out smoke through his nose in a steady stream. You guess this is to let you have the chance to change your mind and leave, only a smoke shared between you and nothing more. It’s nice, but there’s no way you’re letting him go now. With your free hand you slip your fingers behind his belt buckle, grinning when the muscles of his stomach jump at the touch of your cold fingers, and tug him to you with the thing.

Toshinori Yagi (My Hero Academia)

Hikari: Prologue - One  (Plus Size Reader)

A physical therapist with quirk that allows her to control her body temperature gets a new patient.

[iunartear]

Genshin Impact x Baldur's gate 3 headcanons pt.2

...or what if Genshin characters were put into the world of Faerûn and you were the Tav~~

pt.1

A/N: I’m back!! this was so fun to write tbh!! I love it and hope you’ll enjoy it aswell, hope it doesn’t bother anyone that I changed the format and am excluding now the backstory of each character! Maybe I’ll write them down one day? Who knows!! Thank u for reading🫶

Lisa

ੈ✩‧₊˚ STATS Race: High Elf

Class: Wizard [Transmutation School]

Background: Sage

It’s been a long time since you’ve joined this path adventurer, and yet it still seems like your road began only now. What will bring your future, you ask? Oh darling, that is not something you ask a simple witch like me!

And yet again, fortune telling proved to be a scam. Or did it? By chance you met this purple clothed witch, who was saying that she can predict others' futures. You were dumb enough to fall for it, and get charged extra just because she gave you a purple rose that looked absolutely stunning in your hair. Compliments were not your strong suit, so you took it with grace and with a smile on your face followed her to a small shop right around the corner while she was stuffing her pockets with the gold you gave her.

Inside the shop it turned out that she did some fancy visual spells on a crystal sphere, said some very broad stuff and was already hushing you out of the shop. You may not be the smartest after falling for that idiotic scam, but you knew well enough how to fight for your rights. Or so you thought, after all there was no consumer protection in Baldur’s Gate, at best you’ll look like a moron that fights with a door.

And yet you still chose the latter, and screamed at the door while barging on it with a fist for 30 minutes or more. Your group was having mixed feelings at best, because truly, it was your fault yet your determination was very admirable. Out of pity and some type of duty, Beidou joined your chant of screams and curses, so that you’re not alone looking like an idiot! What a lovely friend.

After an hour, the door finally opened, with the same witch that had more of a… nervy expression, an annoyed smile found its way on her face. With a customer service voice, she asked if you need anything from her. Of course you did! Why else would you act like a feral dog under a stranger's door?

You threatened her that she better give you all the money back plus some recompensation for the lost hour that you spend under her door, or else you won’t talk as nice as you do right now. Which you do not, but that’s not important.

She finally lets go and with an eye roll, she turns around and goes into her shop again, only to come back with a bag of gold. She throws it into your hands and with crossed arms said that now she expects to set some conditions.

You get the money bag, if you let her join the squad.

Well you pretty much agreed without any consideration.

But why is the shop named Lisa and Jean?

Congratulations, -10 off of the probability of getting scammed!

Venti

ੈ✩‧₊˚ STATS

Race: Dragonborn [Blue Dragonborn]

Class: Sorcerer [Storm Sorcerer]

Background: ???

Oh that beautiful harp sound that calls out for you, in those deep deep woods. Who could potentially play it so beautifully? Whose spirit you felt, by just entering the forest? Was it possibly a nymph? Did you finally reach that status of an adventurer where you meet those beautiful beings?…

Obviously not, and Nilou made sure to make you quickly go back to reality. Nymphs don’t live in those terrains! Truly a disaster.

After a few long steps, you finally find the source of the music. It was a Dragonborn? Since when were Dragonborn’s bards?

“You need to stop stereotyping.” That voice said, the music stopping as if to shame you into oblivions. But you didn’t mind. The mysterious person finally revealed itself to be named Venti, who turns out to be a sorcerer. The more you know!

He seemed quite confused as to why you’re here, explaining that he hasn’t seen anyone here in years. You shrugged it off and with stars in your eyes you began your monologue about a nearby treasure that was supposed to be lying here. A treasure left by the one and only Oghma, where it’s said that the one who finds it, will get rich and live a luxurious life forever.

Venti only laughed a melodic laugh at this claim, saying later that no such treasure exists, and sadly that you’ll have to continue your life as a poor peasant. Obviously he didn’t choose such words, you just understood it that way, while also taking full offense.

Disappointed and sad, you announced your departure with a sigh. When you were about to leave, the Dragonborn quickly stopped you, and said that he’d be interested in joining your small group.

And during all that banter, Nilou couldn’t let go of that question as to why he’s a sorcerer, not a bard.

You just gained +10 to wisdom, cool you’re getting smart!

Navia

ੈ✩‧₊˚ STATS

Race: Human

Class: Fighter [Champion]

Background: Folk Hero

Oh what sweet time to finally get a good night's rest! You’ve been working your ass off lately, those two additions to your team proved to be really useful, but you still couldn’t get away from running errands from total strangers that don’t even pay you adequately to the job you carry out. Not even with someone like Lisa, who barely did things to help anyway! All that stress built up so now you could only think about sleeping.

If only you could, because apparently even then that rest is not well deserved and has to be interrupted by a whole bombing of the village a few hundred meters away from your camp. Marvelous.

As you finally get up, to check upon the people there, you stumble upon weapons. Dozens of them actually. You look around and your eyes meet two ocean blue ones. A face framed by blonde locks, that seemed to have a life on its own in some places. A model-like figure, sitting in the middle of everything. She gave you an apologetic looking smile, though you were not sure.

She introduced herself as Navia, and explained that she didn’t bomb this village on purpose, it was all an accident. That bomb right next to her, or the remains of it, totally went off on itself.

You heard things like that from various people that were most probably guilty, so you didn’t want to jump to conclusions yet but, she did look guilty.

But putting aside your beliefs, since apparently you were too judgmental, out of courtesy, you asked if she needed anything, since the situation didn’t look particularly comfortable for someone to set up a camp. You hoped she would decline, which she of course didn’t. She quickly packed her things and now you were left with a third addition to your team, sitting now with everyone and cracking weird jokes.

You gained… +10 to bombs? I guess now breaking out of jail will be the easiest thing in the world.

Xiao

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Race: Githyanki

Class: Warlock [The Archfey]

Background: The Haunted One

You’ve been enjoying your time at camp with others, all happy and a little bit intoxicated. Navia, who at first seemed to be a total chaos and disaster, proved herself to be a great fighter who bitchslapped practically everyone who wanted to fight you. It’s good to have your own little minions that fight for you, isn’t it?

Venti acquainted himself with Nilou, who seemed to really enjoy his company. They both were now often to be seen playing or singing with each other, composing songs or just plucking some strings without any care in the world. Their newest song grew to be a hit. Everyone in camp loved it, and they even thought about going with it a little bit further, maybe they’ll introduce themselves at the circus that will open soon? Nonetheless, they loved to perform every night, right before bed.

This night was no different than others, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, singing and dancing, sometimes even taking a sip from their beers. They actually got it purely by accident, the village that Navia bombed had a lot of beer left in their basements, so they didn’t want to let it go to waste!

But as always, your beautiful night accompanied by joyful singing and laughs, had to be interrupted. By a scream. Perfeeect

You all looked around, searching for the person, or whatever this was, but to no avail. After a few minutes, everyone gathered around the campfire. Deciding that it’s not worth it to pursue it that late at night, everyone bid a goodnight and went to their tent. But not you. And well not Nilou. You both noticed that Venti wasn’t here, so you feared the worst.

You started to search on your own, and after some time passed, you could hear singing. Ventis singing.

Quickly you went after his voice, where you were met with a truly surprising sight. There was a boy, a boy in a mask, lying in ventis lap. And venti was singing him a lullaby, or something similar.

You looked at Nilou confused, but it seemed she too was clueless. Both of you waited for a few minutes, to be finally introduced to a gith named Xiao. Apparently he collapsed in pain out of nowhere, and Venti's voice soothed it.

…+10 to Venti’s usefulness??

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Of Princes and Witches Chapter 1- Legolas Greenleaf x OC

Legolas Greenleaf x Alphine Barrowes

Description: An old friend visits Alphine to ask her for a huge favor.

Word Count: 2k

As the years went by Gandalf continued to teach Alphine magic without the help of her wings. When he wished to travel she would bide her time by reading the spellbooks he’d graciously gifted her, learning what she could by herself. Eventually she learned everything there was to learn plus more and she no longer needed him. She felt eternally grateful to him as without his help she wouldn’t even be alive. 

The girl was happy with her new life. Sure, sometimes she missed her old colony. And the town she lived by wasn’t very welcoming to her as there were just too many negative Witch superstitions. But, it wasn’t like she was eager to be around another town of Men after what happened. She often felt isolated, but she was okay. Her house was amazing and the silence allowed her to concentrate when she made potions or practiced magic. She’d healed quite a bit since that fateful day sixty years ago (and not just physically). It was practically out of her mind, and she was finally happy. Unfortunately, that joy wouldn’t last long. 

Alphine had been in her house working on a healing potion when she heard a noise outside. She froze in place as she attempted to figure out what it was. It sounded like a pair of footsteps. Who could it possibly be? More ill-willers? Someone wishing to try to run her out of town again? No one came to her house for positive reasons, why would they start now? Alphine set down the bottle of potion she was holding with a deep exhale. No. Not this time. No more would the people of her village come to torment her and she would be forced to endure it. 

She walked outside and waited for the unknown people to approach. It didn’t take long before the footsteps grew closer and closer. The Witch waited until a lone figure emerged from the treeline surrounding her house before making her move. In an instant she conjured up snare traps, though the person managed to dodge them with ease. It dismayed Alphine, but it didn’t slow her down as she threw several more spells at them. The person evaded those as well, even blocking a few with what deemed to be a walking stick, which confused her. 

“ALPHINE STOP!” The person yelled, his booming voice echoing in the open space dauntingly. It made her freeze in place, she knew that voice all too well. 

“Gandalf?” She questioned confusedly, lowering her hands. Sure enough, the Gray Wizard was standing proud with his staff in his right hand. She stared at him for a moment with wide and shocked eyes, having not seen him in almost twenty years. Once she came to her senses she rushed over to him.

“Oh Gandalf, I am so sorry,” she said quickly, wiping her hands on her apron. “I thought you were-”

“I know very well who you thought we were, but I assure you that we are no such people,” he said, effectively cutting her off. She bowed her head in shame, missing the Wizard’s playful smile. 

“I see that you’ve improved your spell skills though,” he added, which made her look at him again. Relief flooded her when she realized that he wasn’t mad at her. The duo shared a laugh and the girl rested her hands in her apron pockets. 

“What can I do for you today, my friend?” She questioned, both sounding and looking much more relaxed now. I have a feeling that you didn’t come all the way here just to say hello like usual.” The Wizard chuckled as she began leading him into her house.

Once they were both comfortably sitting Gandalf began talking. He told her about the discovery of the One Ring, something he’d only barely touched on during their lessons. Alphine, however, had read up quite a bit on it. She learned all about the Rings given to the Elves, Dwarves and Men as well as the one Sauron created out of his cruelty, malice and will to dominate all life. The story of Isildur was infamous, though it had since become a legend most people forgot. It had been ingrained into the Witch’s brain, though. For some reason she just couldn’t forget it. There was something about it that uneased her enough that the story stayed at the back of her head. 

The Wizard went on to tell her about how a Fellowship of nine individuals had been formed to take the One Ring to Mordor to cast it into Mount Doom. As Alphine listened, she grew more confused. Once Gandalf finished speaking she just stared at him curiously. 

“Why are you telling me all this?” She asked hesitantly. She had the distinct feeling that she knew where this was going, and she didn’t like the inevitable request her former mentor was going to ask of her. 

“I believe you know why,” the Wizard spoke gravely. “I’ve come to ask you to join our quest to destroy the One Ring.” Alphine’s eyes clenched shut once the question had finally been asked. Despite knowing that it was coming she couldn’t stop the panic from rising in her at the daunting task she was being asked to do. Gandalf essentially wanted her to try and defy the Dark Lord - who, not to mention, terrorized Middle Earth in his rule for years - and destroy his prized possession from under his nose. It was simply impossible. 

“No,” the Witch answered, standing up and wringing her hands nervously. 

“Alphine-”

“No,” she repeated in a much firmer tone, successfully interrupting the Wizard. “I won’t do this. Gandalf, you are asking me to do the impossible. It is a death sentence!”

“It is a death sentence if all of us just sit around and wait for Sauron to take over Middle Earth,” Gandalf argued, also standing up. “Dear Alphine, your magic has far surpassed any other magical being I know that isn’t a Wizard or Sorceress, and you are the person we need to complete this Fellowship. You know that I would not be here asking you this if I had any other choice. But I do not have that option, not this time.” 

His voice grew softer by the end of his sentence, and Alphine sighed softly. She knew that he was right. After what happened to her he knew that she didn’t wish to be around many people, especially Men. He’d remained respectful of that throughout their entire friendship, which is how she knew that she really was his last resort. The Witch sighed softly and leaned her head back, hating what she was about to do. 

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Gandalf looked relieved as he smiled at her. 

“You are doing me the greatest favor I could ask. I believe that we will be able to do this with your help,” he said softly. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she grumbled, though she couldn’t find it in herself to be angry at him for dragging her into this, as she began her trek to her bedroom to pack supplies. “Don’t start sweet talking me now, I’ve already agreed.” That earned her a laugh from her friend just before she closed the door to change. 

It took her no time to pack her essentials and change into her traveling clothes. She grabbed some food portions and a few sentimental trinkets before walking to her front door, which Gandalf now stood beside. He faced her with a reassuring look. 

“Are you ready to go?”

“No,” she answered honestly. “But we must go now before I convince myself to change my mind.” 

“Very well,” he nodded and opened the door, stepping out. Alphine stopped just long enough to look around at the place she’d called home for the last sixty years before following him. 

Upon stepping outside she was greeted with quite the odd crowd. Four Hobbits, one Dwarf, two Men and an Elf all stood or sat around a few tree stumps just a few yards from her house. Alphine’s jaw clenched a bit in annoyance and she huffed. 

“You could have told me there were Men in this Fellowship,” she grumbled under her breath so only he could hear her despite the fact that they were far enough that only the Elf would be able to hear them (though it didn’t look like he did). A small almost amused smile formed on the older man’s face. 

“Would it have made a difference?” 

“Yes,” she retorted flatly. The Wizard merely laughed in response, knowing that she was lying, before resting his free hand on the small of her back and leading her closer. Almost as if on cue everyone stood and faced the duo. For a moment everyone just stood there in silence, staring at her while she stared back. Then she spoke. 

“Which one of you is the Ring Bearer?” She asked softly. One of the Hobbits - the one with curly brown hair - stepped forward. 

“I am,” he answered. Alphine had to hide her surprise. This small creature was to be their savior? She pitied him for having to carry such a heavy burden, but she offered him a kind smile and crouched down to his height nevertheless. 

“You are very brave. I commend you,” she complimented, watching as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Her smile widened into one of amusement as she stood up, gathering one last look at the group before Gandalf spoke. 

“We must make introductions quick. This here is Alphine Barrowes, she has agreed to help us on our quest. She is extremely skilled with both offensive and defensive magic, having learned from under me,” he introduced. The others seemed impressed with that as they nodded their greetings. Gandalf went on to introduce her to Frodo Baggins - the Ring bearer, Samwise Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Gimli son of Gloin, Boromir son of Denethor, Aragorn son of Arathorn, and finally Legolas Greenleaf. Each offered her a polite smile and/or wave (enthusiastically from Pippin). 

After Gandalf finished Alphine’s eyes swept over each member (lingering on Aragorn and Boromir wearily) until she landed on the Elf, who was already watching her with a curious sort of look. Their eyes met and Legolas froze in place, eyes never straying from her. His gaze was rather intense as his brows furrowed thoughtfully. Alphine thought this was peculiar, but opted not to say anything about it. They had only just met and he was probably not used to being in a Witch’s presence. It was only when Gandalf cleared his throat that she tore her gaze away from his. The Wizard offered her a knowing smile, which confused her. 

“Are you ready to go, Alphine?” The girl took a deep breath and glanced back at her house, almost as if trying to ingrain the image of comfort into her brain, before facing the Wizard. 

“Yes.” 

“Very well. On we go,” Gandalf instructed, pointing his staff at the trail that led up to her house. He and Frodo were at the head of the group with the other three Hobbits following close behind. For a moment Alphine stood with Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli and Legolas, no one moving quite yet. She knew that they were trying to get her to go first because it was the gentlemanly thing to do, but the very thought of having her back to Men made her queasy. So, she instead held out a hand invitingly to the boys. Aragorn and Boromir shared a look before following the Hobbits with Gimli close behind. Only then was she okay with starting to walk. She noticed Legolas move to walk beside her out of the corner of her eye.

As she walked away from the place she called home she allowed herself another once over of the others. These were the people she would be spending an indiscernible amount of time with (and potentially the ones she’d die beside). What had she gotten herself into?

[ilovefandoms102]

We were Written in the Stars-Part 2

Pairing: Sirius Black x Plus Size Reader

Summary: A brawl with some Slytherins leads to confessions…

Note: I’m so excited to be doing this for my HP lovers please let me know what you guys think!

Warnings🛑: wand battles, use of unforgivable curse

Part 1 Part 3

“I can’t believe you,” I sneered once Sirius and I made it out to the hallway.

“What?” Sirius asked, obviously getting agitated with me.

“You’re a hypocrite that’s what you are Sirius!” I shouted at him, walking faster to get away from him.

“What the fuck do you mean?” Sirius shouted back at me.

“You and James pick and pick at Severus, and that’s exactly what your family does to you! And do you like it? No, you came to live with us!” I yelled, spinning around to face him once we got to a quieter space.

“That’s different Jags, and you know it.” Sirius whispered, looking at the ground.

“No it isn’t Sirius, it’s still bullying. You need to stop the childish nonsense. There is no reason you should be so cruel to Severus, he’s done nothing to you.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“He hangs out with bloody Mulciber and Avery, you know what they’re apart of,” he whispered, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

“Even if they are death eaters Sirius, it’s none of our business unless they actively hurt someone because of their influence.” I reminded him.

Someone cleared their throat, we turned to see who it was. Well, speaking of the devil himself. Mulicer and Avery, along with several other Slytherins stood in front of us.

“Relationship troubles Black?” Mulciber chuckled tauntingly, walking past with a few fellow Slytherins.

“Wouldn’t be any of your business if I was Mulciber.” Sirius scoffed, pulling me with him to get away from them.

The group stepped in front of us, some of them going behind us. We were surrounded. I grabbed Sirius’ arm, clutching my wand that was in my robe pocket. These Slytherins were ruthless, it was rumored that they were death eaters. People who were following a dark wizard to wipe out muggle borns and half bloods.

Sirius’ family was in the sacred circle, or his parents were anyway. This dark wizard only inviting blood supremacists to join him. I stood on the other side of Sirius so my back was to him, ready if the people behind us tried to attack.

“Going somewhere Black? Potter?” Avery asked, whipping his wand out.

“Are you that threatened by us Mulciber that you had to bring all your little friends?” Sirius taunted, no doubt making the situation worse.

“Sirius shut the hell up!” I griped, watching as the boy in front of me pulled out his wand. I acted before he did, not letting him get the upper hand.

“Expelliarmus!” I yelled, flicking my wand.

The boy in front of me, Lucius Malfoy, snarled at me. He retrieved his wand before firing a nonverbal spell at me. I blocked it with ease, both of us firing spells back and forth. I could feel Sirius’ movements at my back, him and Avery in a duel while Mulciber sat and watched.

“Can’t even fight your own battles can you Mulciber!” Sirius laughed, making me want to punch him.

“Sirius are you trying to make things worse?!” I yelled at him, but that split second I turned was the worst mistake I could have made.

“Crucio!” Lucius yelled, grinning from ear to ear.

“NO!” Sirius roared, but couldn’t turn to watch.

In that moment, I was terrified, completely immobilized by the severe pain the spell had caused me. It felt like every bone in my body was breaking, I could feel each string of pain flowing down my body. I fell to the ground, twitching and convulsing. Lucius stood above me, his wand pointed at me. He had a sinister grin on his face, and that look would come to haunt me for years to come.

I now knew why that spell was apart of the Unforgivable Curses. I wanted to curl into a ball and die right then and there, tears were pouring down my face. My head fell to the side, my eyes trying to make sense of my surroundings. I could hear shouting, but it sounded as if I were in a tunnel. The sound echoing in my ears, a ringing sound drowning every word. Then Sirius appeared in front of me, his form was blurry as I was on the verge of passing out.

“Jags! Can you hear me? Sweetheart can you hear me?” he asked, pushing some hair out of my face.

“P-Pads I-I…it hurts” I croaked, barely managing to get the words out.

“I know darling, I’m going to take you to your room ok? I’m going to carry you.” Sirius said, hoisting me up before I could protest. I grunted as he adjusted me in his arms.

“I-I-m s-sorry Siri,” I whispered, burying my face in his neck.

“What for love?” he asked quietly.

“What I said e-earlier, I like that you live with us..I didn’t mean that in a bad way.” I mumbled.

“I know my darling, I know.” he assured me as he kept walking.

We got to the common room, the rest of our group already there. My brother jumping up from his spot beside Lily as soon as we walked in. Remus looking at me with concerned eyes while Peter’s eyes widened from his chair across from Remus.

“What the fuck happened?!” James demanded, standing up immediately.

“What in the world?” Remus gasped, rushing over to Sirius and I.

“We were in a duel with Mulciber and Malfoy” Sirius grunted, setting me on the couch.

Lily wrapped me in a blanket, grabbing some tea for Sirius and I. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, I could still feel the pain flowing down my body.

“Sis, are you ok?” James asked, bending down to be in front of me.

“He used the Cruciatus curse on me James, Merlin’s beard I never want to go through that ever again.” I sobbed, Sirius setting on the arm of the couch by my head to stroke my hair.

“That son of a bitch!” James yelled, standing up and pacing to the door.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Lily asked, standing to her feet.

“I’m going to find him, and kill him.” James gritted through his teeth.

“James no please, I don’t want you to get hurt!” I cried, attempting to get up to stop him but Sirius laid a kiss on the crown of my head before going towards my brother.

“Come on mate, I already took care of it. Don’t upset her even more.” Sirius spoke softly to James who was still breathing heavily.

“Prongs, you can’t just go out willy nilly, you have to think this through. If someone catches you-” Remus piped up from the table he was sitting at.

“That bastard hurt my sister, I don’t give a damn about the rules!” he shouted, his face turning red from anger.

“Yes James, but you can’t just go by yourself!” Lily exclaimed.

“Watch me Evans,” he sneered, walking through the portrait.

“James Potter don’t you dare!” Lily yelled, charging after him.

We could hear their bickering as they walked down the hall, all of us frozen in our spots. I rubbed at my temples, a headache starting to form from how exhausted I felt. I started to get up from the couch before Sirius stopped me.

“Woah now, take it easy darling.” he said, taking hold of my arms when I almost toppled over.

“I’m fine, I think I’ll head off to bed now. I’m exhausted.” I mumbled.

“Goodnight Jagsy, glad to see you’re alright love.” Remus said, smiling at me.

“Night Moony,” I said, smiling back at him.

“Goodnight guys,” Peter waved.

“I’ll see you all later,” Sirius said, starting to follow me.

“I’m ok Sirius, stop hovering over me.” I sighed, starting up the stairs to my room.

I heard footsteps behind me, turning to see Sirius behind me. I gave him a quizzical look, his beautiful eyes meeting mine.

“I want to make sure you get in alright,” he insisted, catching up to where I was on the stairs.

“Pads,” I huffed, hating that he was treating me like a baby.

“I’m not taking no for an answer Potter.” he said firmly, taking my hand as we walked to my room.

We made it to the room I shared with Lily, Sirius taking a seat on my bed. I gathered my pajamas, and other stuff I needed to get ready for bed. Sirius laid back on my bed, putting his hands behind his head.

“Making yourself comfortable huh Pads?” I laughed, he looked adorable.

“Your bed is much comfier than mine love, I’m staying with you from now on.” he sighed, closing his eyes.

“I don’t know how Lil would feel about that.” I said hesitantly, but couldn’t deny I loved the sound of that.

“So you wouldn’t mind me staying here if Evans didn’t room with you?” he asked, cracking a smile.

“Ok. I’m going to get ready for bed.” I said, embarrassed that I walked into that.

He laughed as I walked to the bathroom down the hall. I sat my stuff on the counter, taking a moment to process what happened today. I had never been in a duel that made me fear for my life. I could have died if Sirius hadn’t of been there with me. I thought about that war that’s upcoming, it disturbed me that people here at Hogwarts were joining the wrong side.

I shook my head, ridding myself of the thought as I got ready for bed. I walked back into my room, Sirius still laying on my bed. He had moved himself under the covers, his shirt laying on the floor.

“Are you spending the night Siri?” I chuckled, moving towards the bed.

“I’m so comfy I don’t want to get up.” he mumbled, reaching his arms out to me.

I joined him and snuggled close to him, burying my face in his neck. I inhaled his scent which calmed me more than my shower did. I was so in love with this man, I wished more than anything that he could be mine. I wish I could read his mind, see what goes on in that curly head of his.

“Sirius,” I whispered, pulling back to look at his handsome face.

“Yes darling?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at me.

“I was really scared today…I-If you hadn’t been with me-” I whimpered, tears resurfacing.

“Shhh now darling, it’s all over now. I won’t ever let anything like that happen to you again. I don’t like you being hurt.” Sirius whispered, wiping away my tears with his thumbs.

“You won’t always be with me Siri,” I pointed out, sniffling as I wiped at my face.

“I could if you wanted me to baby,” he smirked, a playful gleam in his eyes.

“I would kill you if you were attached to me 24/7 Pads.” I chuckled, loving how he always finds humor in everything.

“We’re in most of our classes together this year darling, better start getting used to it.” he smiled, kissing my nose.

We talked for a little while longer, most of it was Sirius cracking corny jokes to make me laugh. My spirit feeling much lighter than it did before. All because of this man beside me. My best friend, partner in crime, and the love of my life. The last part something he will never know. I got sleepy to the point I could barely hold my eyes open, struggling to stay awake.

“Go to sleep love,” Sirius whispered.

“Night Siri,” I yawned.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” he whispered.

I was warm, too warm.

I opened my eyes, the bright sun shining in through the stained glass window. I didn’t see Lily in her bed, wondering if she stayed in the common room or with my brother. I felt a shift in the bed next to me, causing me to tense up slightly. I looked over to see Sirius, his face buried in my pillow. His face was right next to mine, if I leaned over ever so slightly, my lips would brush against his. His hair was over his face slightly, soft snores leaving his lips. I shifted a bit, causing a groan from Sirius.

“Noooooo, you can’t leave.” he whined, moving his head to bury it in my chest.

“Pads, you’re too hot.” I groaned, pushing his shoulders.

“Well you’re not too bad lookin’ yourself darling.” he smiled, cracking his eyes open.

My cheeks warmed under his stare, I turned my head to look away from him.

“You’re so full of yourself Siri,” I mumbled, completely embarrassed with myself.

Lily then crashed in the room, her eyes wide at our current state. She quickly composed herself, leaning on the door frame. James trailed behind her, a not happy look on his face.

“What’s going on here?” James asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Nothing Prongs, we just woke up.” I said, rolling to get out of bed.

“You’re going to miss breakfast if you lot don’t hurry up.” Lily smiled, giving me a knowing look.

“Alright we’ll be down in a minute.” I grumbled, grabbing my stuff to get ready.

“What’s with you and Padfoot?” James asked me on our way to Herbology.

“Nothing James, we’re just friends.” I shrugged, hoping he couldn’t tell I was lying.

“Friends my ass, you looked awful cozy this morning.” he huffed, well I tried.

“James, he was worried about me. Friends are allowed to be worried about each other.” I exasperated, rolling my eyes at his protectiveness.

“He’s been a lot more friendly lately Jags, I think he’s got feelings for you. A lot more than friendly feelings.” he said, pushing his glasses up.

“Jamie,” I sighed, using my childhood nickname for him.

“It’s just…given his reputation, I just don’t want you to get hurt. It’s not that I would particularly mind you all being together. You know how he is.” James explained, both of us sitting at our table.

Remus and Sirius trailed in a little bit later, Sirius immediately smiling at the sight of me. He threw an arm around my chair, leaning back in his seat. James was staring at his long time best friend, a neutral expression that was hard for me to read. All our thoughts were interrupted when a certain group of Slytherins walked up to our table.

“Feeling ok Potter?” Lucius asked, a sly smirk on his face.

I looked at my friends, Sirius’ hands balling up on the table, James had a look of pure anger radiating off of him, and Remus narrowed his eyes at them.

“You have some nerve Malfoy,” James sneered, going to get up from his seat.

“Prongs, that’s enough” Remus whispered, holding down James in his seat.

“Walk away before I rip you to shreds asshole.” Sirius spat, sitting his fists hard on the table.

“Sirius,” I mumbled as I grabbed on to one of his arms.

“I’d thank you kindly to take your seats gentlemen.” Professor Beery griped.

They all took their seats, looking at us to only laugh among themselves.

“Siri, calm down love please.” I whispered to him, taking one of his hands in mine.

He calmed slightly, turning his hand to intertwine his fingers with mine.

“That tosser, wait until we’re alone and I’ll show him.” James gritted through his teeth.

“You don’t need another detention James, we need to focus on Quidditch. Tryouts are coming up and you can’t be getting in fights-” I whisper yelled at my twin.

“Stop acting like this isn’t a big deal! That fucker used an Unforgivable Curse on you!” he exclaimed quietly, at that moment I’m sure steam would have been coming out of his ears if that were possible.

“I know, I was there James, I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.” I said calmly.

James huffed, pushing his chair back loudly. He stormed out of class, Professor Beery looking irritated his class was disrupted. I wanted to follow after him, but I knew he needed some time to cool off. He has always been overprotective of me, as all the boys were.

Sirius had been quiet the rest of day, staying insanely close to me. He didn’t let me out of his sight, even once when I had to go to the bathroom he waited for me right by the door.

“You are a nutter Sirius Black,” I smiled, hoping to lighten his sour mood.

“I’m a nutter for you love,” he smirked slightly, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

Although I know he didn’t mean it literally, I couldn’t help the emotions that were building deep in my soul. He grabbed my hand the mere second I exited the bathrooms, holding it tight. McGonagall even gave me a questioning look since Sirius had not once spoke up in her class. I shook my head, indicating that she didn’t want to know. After class during our free period I was able to talk to him alone in the common room.

“Siri are you alright? You haven’t been yourself today love.” I said softly, sitting cross legged beside him on the couch.

“I just keep thinking back to when I heard Malfoy say that curse, and the pure terror I felt when I heard you scream. I knew if I hadn’t of stayed with you I would have had nightmares.” he mumbled, staring straight ahead.

“There’s a war coming Sirius, and I think this was a major wake up call.” I said, leaning back into the couch.

“It was actually Snape that stopped the fight, his face looked horrified when he saw the aftermath the curse had on you.” he raised his brow, finally turning to look at me. His beautiful grey eyes meeting mine.

“He probably felt indebted to me since I stopped you from picking on the poor fellow.” I chuckled, looking down at my hands.

“Yeah, maybe.” he smirked, tossing his arm over the back of the couch.

“Are you ok now Pads? I have to get going soon.” I whispered, scooting a bit closer as I moved my eyes back to his.

“I’ll be alright darling, let me walk you to ole Slugies.” he smiled, offering a hand to help me up.

Sirius walked me to class, now acting more himself. He joked and carried on the whole way to Professor Slughorns while I got some evil glares from Sirius’ past flings. Marlene even gave me a dirty look, and to think she used to be my friend. Sirius stopped right outside the door, letting the other students fill the class before turning to look at me.

“I’ll see you in a bit darling, try not to have too much fun without me.” he grinned, pulling me closer to him.

I held my breath when he lifted his hand to place it on my cheek, his eyes stared deep into mine. He rubbed my cheek with his thumb, his eyes flicking from my eyes to my lips. He leaned closer, his lips just inches from mine. At the last second he turned. planting a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth. My cheeks flamed, a gush of air leaving my lungs as I let out the breath I was holding.

“Bye Padfoot,” I mumbled, turning quickly to rush to my seat.

I felt so embarrassed, I couldn’t believe Sirius was about to kiss me. Then he changed his mind at the last minute, which made me feel even worse.

Maybe he was just caught up in the moment…more than likely he felt bad about what I had went through and feels a sort of responsibility for what happened. I’d known this man since I was eleven and I still could not figure him out.

I couldn’t hardly pay attention in Potions, my mind constantly wandering to my best friend who has my heart captive. No doubt if my brother suspected something the others did too. Well, maybe not Peter since he’s a bit slow. I felt nervous going to DATDA, I didn’t know how to react since we almost kissed.

Was I supposed to act normal?

Mad? Sad?

Just act like nothing happened?

I didn’t even wait for my friends to enter the classroom, I went straight to my seat. I got all my stuff out, ready to get this class over with. The Marauder’s piled in all at once, of course my brother on Lily’s tail. Sirius sat down heavy next to me, still laughing at something Moony had said.

I didn’t know what to say, so I opted for looking down at my notes. Sirius didn’t speak to me the whole class, the both of us I guess feeling awkward and not sure where to go from there.

I looked around the Quidditch pitch, taking in all the new comers. I was talking to Lily about our first game against Ravenclaw when I saw a black headed boy walking along with James.

It was Sirius.

“Well look at you Pads, decided to join the rest of us?” I quipped, excited that he was actually going to try out.

“Figured I try beating you at your own game Potter.” he smirked, going back to our normal selves.

“Bring it Snuffles,” I challenged, stepping up closer to him.

He narrowed his eyes, James chuckling off to the side. We went a few rounds, since James and I were captains, we decided to participate in the tryouts to see what the new people were about. Sirius of course did outstanding, even beating me a few times.

“Not so cocky now are we?” he smiled, sitting back on his broom.

“I’m still co-captain Pads, so I could not let you in.” I smiled slyly at him.

He flew closer to me until we were almost nose to nose.

“Hmmmmm, but I know you will darling.” he grinned, bumping my nose with his.

“Hey can you two stop snogging in the middle of a Quidditch game?!” James yelled, his hand over his eyes as he looked up at us.

After tryouts, I was sat in the common room, doing the ridiculous amount of homework McGonagall assigned for Transfigurations.

Three papers in three days? I was trying to be a good student and start early, but my mind was completely blank, rushing a million miles a minute, not letting me have one cohesive thought. I sighed, leaning forward to rub my fingers on my temples.

“Ahh, I see McGonagall has unleashed her essays already.” Remus said, coming to sit down next to me.

“Yeah, and it’s not like they’re hard…I just…” I sighed, irritated with myself.

“What’s on your mind love?” Remus asked, his brows furrowing in concern.

“If I tell you Rem, you have to swear that it stays between us.” I said, holding my pinky out for emphasis.

“Your secrets are always safe with me.” he smiled, linking his pinky to mine.

“Sirius almost kissed me today,” I blurted, holding my breath as I waited for his reaction.

“Wait you two haven’t kissed already?” he asked.

“Moony!” I exclaimed, hitting his arm playfully.

“Well I’m just saying, given with how you two have been lately. I just made the conclusion that you all were together.” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Sirius doesn’t even feel that way about me Remmy.” I mumbled, looking back at my papers.

“You’d have to be blind and stupid to not see how much that boy loves you Jagsy. He hasn’t came out and said it, but it’s not hard to conclude that he is head over heels for you.” Remus scoffed, smiling at my sour expression.

“Gee thanks,” I grmubled.

“I just mean that he has feelings for you that’s all.” he chuckled.

“What if it’s just a phase like one of his many other girls Rem?” I asked quietly.

“I think it’s different this time. I haven’t heard him once talk about another girl since we have been back. Maybe you should talk to him about it, that’s the only way you’re going to know.” he smiled softly.

“You’re right as always Moony,” I sighed, packing up my papers.

“I know, I have a habit of it.” he smirked.

I laughed, playfully shoving him.

“What are you two going on about?” Sirius asked, walking from the portrait.

“Nothing, just talking about McGonagall’s papers.” I said, Sirius narrowed his eyes at us.

“Well, I’m just heading to bed. See you guys tomorrow.” Remus said, dramatically yawning on his way upstairs.

“Do you like him?” Sirius asked when Remus was out of earshot.

“What? No!” I said, baffled by his question.

“Are you sure, you can tell me.” Sirius said, walking closer to me.

“Even if I did like him, it wouldn’t be your business.” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You are my business sweetheart.” he whispered, his grey eyes hard as they stared into mine.

“I am not!” I gasped, turning to pick my books up.

“Stop pretending like you don’t feel anything y/n, like none of this is real!” he shouted suddenly, causing me to jump.

“Don’t you have someone to snog in the broom closet Padfoot?” I asked angrily, swishing my wand to take my books to my room.

“I’ve had plenty of offers, but here I am.” he said, throwing his arms up.

“I’m not just going to be one of your next conquests Sirius! I am a person with feelings, and I can’t just-” I croaked, looking away from his harsh gaze.

“You can’t what?” he asked, teeth gritting together.

“I can’t just be a one time thing and you drop me for someone else in the long run.” I admitted, tears threatening to spill.

“You know it’s not like that with you,” he mumbled, reaching out to touch me.

I stepped back, not wanting to hurt myself any further.

“You say that now, but what about in a week? Or I think a month is the longest you’ve lasted with someone.” I sniffled, feeling my heart break into a million pieces.

“They weren’t you darling. That’s why they didn’t last.” he confessed.

“What?” I said, flabbergasted by his confession.

“The reason all those girls didn’t work out…I came to the conclusion after Marlene that I was just using them as a distraction. I didn’t want to face the facts that I was falling in love with my best mates sister. Who was also one of my best friends in the entire world.” he professed, coming close to me again, He rested his hand on my cheek, this time I allowed him.

“Sirius, I know you feel like because of what happened with Malfoy that you feel a sense of responsibility for what happened. You don’t need to blame yourself for what happened.” I said, shaking my head.

“You think I’m confessing my feelings for you because of what happened?” he asked, he looked insulted.

“Sirius, I-….I can’t do this. I’m going to bed.” I mumbled, running past him to my room.

Sirius yelled after me, but I put up a blocking charm to prevent him from coming in my room. I laid on my bed and cried hard, my body wracking with sobs. I wanted so badly to believe him, this is all I had ever wanted. James is right though, his past with all those other girls has really put a strain on things.

I would be crushed to bits, to give myself to this man that I had loved for so long, and only for him to leave me for the next girl. My heart wouldn’t be able to take it, so I did what I had to do.

“Darling are you alright?” Lily asked, coming to the other side of my bed.

“I-I-” I sobbed. Lily climbed into my bed with me, holding my head in her lap as I cried. I told her everything, from what I was feeling to what had happened only moments ago.

“Oh Jagsy, I’m so so sorry.” she whispered.

“What idiot turns down the man of her dreams?” I cried out, feeling so stupid.

“An idiot who wants to protect her heart and not lose her friend.” she whispered.

“I think it’s a bit too late for that.” I croaked out.

“Let’s get some rest, we can talk more in the morning ok?” she said, smoothing my hair out of my face.

Lily stayed in my bed that night, letting me cry myself to sleep against her. I don’t know what I would do without her, she was such a kind soul. She saw the best in others, even when they couldn’t see it in themselves. She was always encouraging me to chase my dreams, to not care what other people would think of me.

I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it. And I hoped I would never have to.

[whimsii-cal]

New Game Plus | an Inscryption fanfic | ch.2: Say Cheese

before you read:

for this chapter, I do sort of flip-flop between referring to the MC as “The Challenger” and simply “Challenger.” This is mostly because I’m starting to consider it more of a name than a title, as it’s the closest thing to a name they really have. Please excuse this slight difference.

notes: 1: this story is canon divergent. Not everything is reliant on in-game events and it’s just meant to be something for everyone to enjoy, so please don’t come at me if it doesn’t line up perfectly with the more complicated and in-depth lore and canon content of Inscryption. 2: although this is written from third person, the Challenger in this is meant to be a self-insert for the readers. You may also interpret these interactions as whatever you want. Feel completely free to tag as self insert, x reader etc. etc, just please respect my DNI and rules of my blog. With that in mind, enjoy!

Characters: Leshy (briefly), Challenger, P03/Stoat, the Lonely Wizard

Summary: P03 is returned to the form of a stoat to ensure its surrender is legitimate; As the Scrybes try to adapt to their new situation, The Challenger has a lovely (and very stimulating) walk around the islands with the Lonely Wizard and Stoat, which unexpectedly includes a chase, a few tears, and some very fond memories.

Warnings: none

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“Alright,” Leshy knelt, hunching forward and adjusting the lens of his camera. “Are you prepared?”

P03 produced a series of electronic chirps and beeps, glaring at its fellow Scrybe with an expression almost comparable to a pout. “No, no, I’m not, and you know that. But just do it already.”

“If you so insist. Say cheese.”

“I’m not…I’m not going to say cheese. Don’t make this more humiliating for me, old man.”

The Challenger waved to P03 to catch his attention. The robotic Scrybe scowled back at them pitifully, but they only smiled at it and gestured to their face. “Hey, it’ll be okay. Chin up! Er…screen up!” They could’ve sworn they saw P03’s face form a tiny smile at their words before… click. The dark room burst into a flash of white. The Challenger squinted, recoiling and shielding their eyes.

…and by the time they opened them, Leshy had risen to his hooves, clutching a card cautiously between his fingers. “It is done.” He croaked softly, turning his perpetually wide-eyed gaze on them. “I think it is best that you keep this card with you, Challenger. We have agreed to spare him the pain of being played and sacrificed this time, so we shall refrain from placing it on a board.” He pressed the card into the Challenger’s hands. They peered down at the little stoat now Inscrybed on it and narrowed their eyes. The creature pictured upon the card had its eyes closed, not moving other than the occasional slight twitch. “Ah. It doesn’t look like it’s awake…”

Leshy hummed in agreement. “Yes. It will be a while before it regains consciousness. Being Inscrybed in such a manner can be rather…exhausting. Let it rest.”

“Ah, okay…” They tucked the stoat card away in the side pocket of their bag, patting it gently as they did so. “Sleep well, P03.”

Leshy nodded slightly, scratching absentmindedly at his messy, twig-riddled hair. “Well, what do you plan to do now? If you are to remain in this world, you’ll want to find something to do with your time.”

“Well, uh, I was hoping I could play another game with you?” The Challenger smiled bashfully. “I enjoyed playing with you, Leshy. I’m just glad it didn’t have to really end.”

Leshy stared at them in silence. With his unchanging eyes and most of his face obscured by his scruffy beard, it was hard to tell just what his expression meant. After a moment, he managed a “Really? You—You want to…?” Did he just stutter? Hearing that in his voice simply sounded wrong. With Leshy’s usual flowery way of speaking that flowed more smoothly than ink from a pen, the small trip-up in his words was a very sudden and startling reminder that the great Scrybe could make as many mistakes as any human. He cleared his throat and shook his head swiftly, as if hoping the Challenger did not notice the stutter, and cast his eyes down. “I…would love to, and that means a great deal to me. Unfortunately, however, the other Scrybes and I must dedicate today to sorting out our situation. You see, as Magnificus mentioned, there is much more to this than P03 simply waving a white flag and it all coming to an end…but the moment I have spare time, you have my word that we will play together again.”

The Challenger shrugged with an understanding smile. “Oh, that’s alright! I’ll find something else to do until you have the time.” They swung their bag back over their shoulder and tugged at the straps. “Y’Know, I haven’t explored as much of this world as I’d like to just yet.”

“I see.” Leshy glanced sideways, tapping his fingers on the table he stood next to. “You go explore, then. I look forward to our next meeting.”

The Challenger bobbed their head in something between a short bow and a nod and started toward the cabin door. “Okay! Bye, Leshy!”

“Farewell for now, small one.”

• • • •

The rhythmic footsteps of their boots against the bridge’s boards failed to drown out the roaring of the ocean waves, crashing in the distance and lapping at the support beams below. They found themself humming a quiet tune, unsure what else to do to fill the void their mind had encased them in. Although the air was filled with the sounds of the waves and their steps, it felt too quiet.

Too quiet, that is, until they heard the manic shrieking

“What the…?”

Whatever that ear-piercing sound echoing in the distance was, it seemed to be getting louder by the second…the Challenger squinted at Magnificus’ tower up ahead, trying to make out the source of the noise…

Oh.

Oh.

A vaguely humanoid blob of darkness was sprinting along the colorful sands of the Island of Magicks…directly toward Challenger. The shape grew bigger and bigger, the screaming louder and louder. They wanted to run, but they remained frozen in place. It was only at the last minute that they let out a strangled cry of their own and scrambled backward, but it was too late. The dark shape launched itself straight at them, engulfing their head.

They collapsed to the ground, thumping harshly against the planks of the bridge. Their scream was muffled by whatever had just clung onto their face. “AAAAHHH! WH—WHAT—?”

“HAAAAHAHAHA! HELLO, CHALLENGER! HELLO!”

OH.

“You!” They gasped in simultaneous concern and relief. It was the Lonely Wizard! They managed to pry the clingy, cackling blob off of their head and hold them as far from themself as they could, breathing heavily. “You—You scared the crap out of me!”

“YES! YES! YES!”

“No! Not yes.” Challenger scolded gently. “That was very rude and uncalled for. You should be more careful.”

“OH. I am very sorry.” The little mage kicked their legs, wiggling excitedly in Challenger’s grip. “I was only EXPERIENCING THE WONDERS OF LIFE! You understand, don’t you? DON’T YOU? HAHAH!”

Challenger couldn’t help but smile at Lonely’s enthusiasm. “So you escaped P03’s card, huh? I guess that’s what happens when the Scrybe becomes the Inscrybed.”

“Yes! Yes! That is correct. Normal creatures they have captured do not escape, however ScrybesandtheservantsorassociatesoftheScrybesarefarmorepowerfulanddifficulttobindtocardssowhentheonewhoinscrybedthemgetsinscrybedtheycannolongercontainthemandtheyareabletobefreed!”

“What?”

“SCRYBE GO POOF, SOME CARDS GO WHEEEEE!” HAHA!”

“…Alright, then.”

“SO I AM FREE NOW!” Lonely hopped around in a circle around Challenger, giggling hysterically all the while. “Truly free! Truly STIMULATED! It is joyous! Frabjous day! Perhaps even a callooh, callay!” They flopped over on the bridge, bursting into another bout of cackles as they flailed their limbs around aimlessly like an overturned roach.

What…what’s all that noise…? Why is it so dark…?

Oh. That’s right. The flash. I’m a stoat again.

Who’s yelling? Is the Challenger here? Where am I? Should I speak?

Challenger chuckled quietly. At least there was someone to fill the silence, now, even if that someone was doing so by yelling at ear-bleeding volumes. “Hey, I guess we’ve both got something to do, now. I’m waiting for my friend here to wake up. You wanna go on a walk or something in the meantime? Get some, uh…stimulation?”

That’s them! That’s their voice!…Wait, friend? Are they talking about me? They called me their friend?

Lonely shot right to their feet, bouncing on their heels. “Oh, YES! I would LOVE that! WALK! WALKWALKWALK! YES!”

Good god, that’s loud. No wonder I woke up. Is that the little void freak? Must have escaped the card when I got Inscrybed again…

“‘Kay, then, let’s do it!” Challenger chirped. Not entirely sure where they were going, they continued on in the direction they were walking— toward The Island of Magicks. The Lonely Wizard bounded along beside them, eager to go practically anywhere as long as the journey meant sights to see and sensations to feel. It had been so, so long since they had explored the outside of the tower! Wouldn’t this be exciting? Wouldn’t this be STIMULATING?…as long as they didn’t go inside. Or anywhere near that…chamber of darkness…ANYWAYS! THEY WERE WALKING! THIS WAS GREAT! “Say, Challenger! Who is this—this friend you are awaiting the awakening of?”

“Oh, it’s P03…” Challenger answered with a sigh.

So they were talking about me when they said their friend…!…why does that make me feel…good?

“OH! Yes! He was Inscrybed again, you said? Why is that? Was he defeated? That is why I’m FREE! HAHaAh!”

“Defeated…? Uh, not quite…it surrendered. Leshy was gonna hurt it to stop it, but I didn’t let him…then it just said it would stop with the whole Great Transcendence thing. Like it just…gave up.”

“…Gave…up?” The Lonely Wizard’s voice fell to a lower volume for once. “That doesn’t sound like P03. O-or any Scrybe, for that matter!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought!” Challenger laughed with a hint of melancholy. “…But the others said it was more complicated than that, and I guess they didn’t trust it, so Leshy turned P03 into a stoat again to…ensure he wouldn’t be able to do anything even if this wasn’t a trick?”

“Oh.” Lonely’s wide, crazed eyes dropped to the ground. “That sounds…very unstimulating…to be imprisoned like that.” They shivered and twiddled with the bauble of their hat.

it is. it really is. ugh.

“I know.” Challenger’s voice sounded weak and weary. “The Scrybes did it because they don’t really trust P03. And that’s understandable considering all the wrong things he’s done…”

…I’m sorry.

Challenger huffed, squeezing the straps of their bag as they paused at the border between the white planks of the bridge and the multicolored sands of the island. “…but I trust P03. It may be kinda mean…and selfish…and has very confusing and concerning ulterior motives…but I’ve glimpsed a side of it that cares more than it let’s on. I believe he has the potential to be a good person…computer…thing. That’s why I stopped Leshy from hurting it in the first place. It’s my friend, and I believe in it. I always will.”

…I…oh…

P03 felt…something. Of course there were many irritating sensations that came with being trapped in this inefficient organic body, but this was something new. He writhed with discomfort in the darkness of Challenger’s backpack, a strange, strangled whimper escaping him. What was this? His eyes burned, his throat felt like it was closing up…

Tears.

Was he…? Oh, god. He was crying. The Challenger couldn’t see this. He couldn’t let them. The Scrybe-turned-stoat emitted some kind of ridiculous croak and gurgle as it pawed at its dampened face, cursing the paper of the card that confined it. Why did beasts have to have such unnecessary functions? This was so embarrassing…

Just then, P03 heard the Lonely Wizard’s shrill voice squeak: “OH? WHAT’S THAT SOUND?”

Then came the voice of Challenger. “…Huh? Yeah, what is that? It’s like a baby mouse choking on syrup.”

OH, COME ON! I DO NOT! Don’t look here, don’t look— AH!

Suddenly, P03 felt fingers gripping it. It shrieked in a panic and tried to hide its face as much as the stiff feeling of being trapped in a card would allow it, covering its eyes as the light of the sun struck it for what felt like the first time in forever. Challenger gasped, grinning at the beast card in their hand. “P03! You’re awake!”

“No, I’m not!” The stoat whined, stifling a sniffle.

“Hey, are you…crying…?”

“NO, I’M NOT!” He repeated. “I’m just not used to being a beast again, o-okay? It feels freaky! Just…give me a minute!”

“Whatever you say…take as much time as you need, bu— AH! HEY!”

Quicker than they could react, the stoat card was torn from their hands by none other than the Lonely Wizard. “MINE! EHEH!” Both P03 and Challenger shouted scrambled protests as the little mage laughed and leapt about, evading the Challenger’s grabs and lunges. OOOOHHH, A CHASE! NOW THIS? THIS WAS STIMULATING!!!

“Lonely, come on! give it back!”

“HAAHAHA! BETTER CATCH ME!” And before P03 or the Challenger could do anything to hinder them, the Wizard was barreling away toward the outskirts of the island, the stoat card clutched in their grubby little gremlin hands.

Challenger groaned loudly and urged their tired legs forward without any choice but to chase after the mage. Massive floating Mox crystals and luminescent trees flew past their peripheral as they ran with everything they had, but they only lagged behind, unable to match the Lonely Wizard’s pace. All they could do was shout and demand that Lonely stopped— but predictably, they didn’t listen.

P03, meanwhile, had gone from sobbing pitifully to screaming at the top of its lungs in rage within mere seconds. The imprisoned Scrybe’s voice was a frantic cacophony of screams, animalistic squeaks and many remarks such as “UNHAND ME AT ONCE,” “I’LL KILL YOU!”, and “STOP POKING ME!”

…The Lonely Wizard neither unhanded P03 nor stopped poking him. They simply continued to run around like some kind of hyperactive cheetah on caffeine, weaving between glowing trees and half-buried mox gems, laughing like a child and occasionally throwing lighthearted taunts at the Challenger pursuing them. Eventually Challenger gave up— P03 assumed their feeble little human body could no longer handle all the running— and they flopped down against the trunk of a nearby tree, gasping for air and shaking their head, exhausted.

Finally, the Lonely Wizard skidded to a screeching halt and padded on over to Challenger, plopping down beside them with a joyful expression as if nothing just happened. “THAT WAS FUN! AND! AND, AND—“

“Stimulating?” Challenger finished breathlessly. “Yeah. So stimulating I feel like my lungs are on fire. Thanks a lot, Lone.” They gently punched Lonely in the shoulder, earning a defiant snicker, and snatched the card back.

P03 scowled up at Challenger. “Ugh, finally. How do you deal with this…creature? Now I feel all gross! I don’t know where that things weird little freaky fingers have been! I—“ Its outraged ramblings were silenced by Challenger pressing their finger against its mouth. “Shhshsh. I got you back. Quit complaining.” They sighed and flopped back against the smooth bark of the tree, their breath still ragged. “God, I’m exhausted. Was that really necessary, Lonely?”

“YES!”

“Whatever you say, you little…uncannily fast shadow thing.” They peered toward the horizon with half-lidded eyes, lips quirking in a warm smile as they took in the sight of Magnificus’ tower bathed in the warm light of the golden hour, all of the crystals and strange trees scattered around the island gleaming brightly. “The sun’s starting to set already…been a long day, huh?”

“Yes…” Lonely bounced in their seat in the teal-colored sand, fidgeting and gazing directly at the sinking sun…probably not healthy, but Challenger didn’t have the heart to tell them not to. The wizard finally seemed to settle down, resting their head on their knees. “I…do not remember much before Magnificus put me into the DARKNESS…but I recall watching the sunset like this. It was very…I-It was very…”

“Very what, freakshow? Stimulating?” P03 guessed with a flat tone, clearly exasperated.

“NO. Well, yes, it was stimulating, but I was going to say…it was beautiful.” They closed their eyes for a moment, taking in the warmth of the sun. “This is beautiful.”

“Huh. I guess you’re right.” P03 sighed, then squeaked in surprise as Challenger raised its card up and flipped it around just so that the trapped Scrybe could watch the sunset with them. Well, that was…considerate of them.

The three sat in serene silence for a moment, simply sharing the peaceful joy of this moment.

“Hey!” Challenger piped up suddenly, gently setting the stoat card on the ground to rummage through their bag. “I still have that replica camera Leshy gave me! Why don’t we get a picture to remember this moment?”

“PICTURE!” The Lonely Wizard echoed, bolting upright again. There went that moment of peace and quiet…

“Sure, why not?” P03 muttered.

“Cool!” Challenger yanked out their camera from the tangle of other objects in their pack and squinted down at it, fiddling with the buttons. “I think there may be some kind of timed setting here…ah! There we go! Okay, let’s hurry!”

“OH! ALREADY?” Lonely scrambled after Challenger, who was busy positioning the camera on a nearby stone. They stepped backwards and gestured to the mage. “Here, stand by me. I’ve got P03. Everyone say cheese!”

Lonely immediately complied and bursted into a series of “CHEESECHEESECHEESECHEESE!”, while P03 scoffed. “I’m not saying cheese!”

Challenger held the card up to the camera and put on a smile, roping Lonely in with a hug. “Cheee— say it, P03!— eeeese!”

“…Fine. Cheese.”

Click!

[forthehpfanboys]

Three is a Crowd

Pair: Remus Lupin x Reader x Sirius Black; he/him.

Summary: Sirius, you and Remus weren't scared to hide your relationship, but when it came to more.. Private matters, they obviously preferred keeping it personal. Plus, who doesn't love teasing Remus?

Warnings: SMUT (MDI), dirty talk, poly relationship, Wolfstar (but is that even a warning?), hair pulling, short mention of daddy. use of a collar at the end. If I missed any, please dm me.

Notes: Me, knowing damn well I have a busy life, but takes every request I get because I can’t say no. Oh, and the gif by me using other people's gifs- Might make a part two. Top Remus tho. 

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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It wasn’t hard to catch the boy's attention. James and Lily loved to joke that they were wrapped around your finger, which they were. All you had to do was sway your hips a little bit or bend over right or just lick your lips innocently. They really were, they weren't afraid to admit it and of course you used it to your advantage, but you still love them. That always came first.

 Sirius and Remus had fallen head over heels for you during their time during Hogwarts. Both could pinpoint it exactly. The two men were already an item when you showed up at the school- a transfer student. You were introduced to them by Lily, something about you being a distant cousin of hers and you quickly became a new founded Marauder. 

Remus fell for you first. It was around the time they were all studying to become animagus and he discovered you were bloody brilliant! After months of struggling with the stupid ritual, you were the final piece they needed to figure it all out. And you didn’t judge him over something he couldn’t control, so that was a bonus to him, of course. But how could you judge him for his lycanthropy? Almost everyone in the wizarding world hated him for this one simple thing, 

Meanwhile, Sirius’ was a lot more simple. He noticed you by your slick comebacks. Like holy Merlin’s beard- Sirius was convinced your words could cause someone to physically combust. He’d never seen that happen, but he has seen you make 8th years cry. He’s also a hundred percent certain you have a thesaurus lying under your pillow. He didn’t know the word ‘imbecile’ had so many synonyms. And you helped him help his best friend so of course he fell in love with you.

So, when you fell for them, a natural love for being between both boys formed. This random craving would kick in whenever you were around the two of them. Whether it was you three walking to the next class or sitting in the Gryffindor common room, you just had to be between them. It was quite literally your favorite place on this planet. But there were rules- of course there were.  

One of the main rules was no teasing in front of friends. Believe it or not, James had a limit on how much sexual tension he could sit through in one lunch period, so he enforced the rule, which was.. Unusual to say the least. Usually Remus created the rules to keep you and Sirius in check. He had a switch and a sub under his belt and it could be a struggle, especially when they were bratty and they’d team up against him.

Which is exactly what you two had been doing all day; harassing poor Moony despite whoever was near. During potions, Sirius had palmed Remus while you playfully whispered in the werewolf’s ear, calling him daddy and asking for help with your most innocent voice. Watching your boyfriend squirm and slap Sirius’ hand away was genuinely humorous. It became down right funny when he threatened to punish both of you by not talking to you, but you both knew he’d do more than that. Knowing Remus would drag you both by your ties to the dorm room and straight up ruin you two, you both eased off him, letting him continue his notes in peace, but once potions were over, the teasing immediately continued.

Soon enough, classes were over and the three of you were walking back to the dorms. It was easy to see Remus was sick of your shit, so while he led you to his prefect room, you and Sirius were looking at each other. Sirius shrugged, looking as laid back as he felt, but you were a tad more nervous. Sometimes Remus could be downright mean. 

“You two are insufferable!” Remus hollered, his hand rubbing his temple as he shoved open his door. “I know you love my reactions, guys, but seriously? Was grabbing my ass over my robe necessary?” He had his arms crossed over his chest and turned around to glare at you and Sirius. 

“You know it was, baby.” Sirius winked while shutting the door behind him. He walked around you, dragging a hand across your lower back before diving onto Remus’  bed. He laid on his back, spreading his legs and placing his hands behind his head. Your eyes shamelessly dragged across the sliver of pelvic bone peaking out under his white collared shirt.

“I thought it was a bit much.” You shrugged, looking over to Moony’s glowing eyes. A smirk grew across your lips when he pointed at you, his eyes narrowing at you.

“Being a kiss ass does not mean you’re free, mister. You’re in just as much trouble as that one.” His point moved to the man laying on the bed, who clearly couldn’t care less. He ran a hand through his hair and plopped down onto the edge of the bed. He even smacked Sirius’ hand away when it gripped his hip. “Down, boy.”

“Ouchies! My pride.” Sirius mocked your voice and rubbed his hand, a chuckle leaving his lips. He couldn’t help but lick his lips. His dark eyes flicked over to you, his smirk growing as he nodded his head in the direction of Remus’ back.

“Good. I’m mad at you.” The werewolf ducked his head down before running a hand through his hair, making the curly locks messier than usual. He beckoned you over with two curling fingers and waited patiently for you to stand in front of him. Once you were in arms reach, he cupped both of your cheeks in each hand and smiled at you, bringing your face closer to his. “What am I going to do with you?” He whispered, his breath fanning over your lips. 

“I’m not sure, but I know Sirius technically did more damage than I did. I’m your bestest boy.” You grinned, grabbing his wrists and kissing a palm. Your grin turned into a side smirk when Sirius let out a weak ‘hey!’ behind your brunette boyfriend. 

Suddenly, Remus’ arms were twisting around your waist and he was falling backwards onto the bed, taking you down with him. You let out a yelp while colliding with your soft boyfriend's chest.

“I think I know what I’m going to do with you.” Remus’ head was resting on Sirius’ tummy, allowing the animagus to run his fingers through soft hazel nut locks, which Remus easily ignored. Meanwhile, Lupin was cheekily slipping his hand under your shirt. His calloused palms glided across your skin, rubbing your hip gently before moving up to your belly. “I’m going to ignore the little bastard behind me and I’m going to focus on you, pretty boy.”

“Hey! (Y/n) messed with you too, Rem! You’re being unfair!” Sirius sat up a little, bracing his body weight on his elbows as he glared down at his freckle covered partner. His jaw dropped when Remus flicked his nose before skillfully tugging your shirt over your head. “Un-fuckin’-believable.” Sirius grumbled, laying back on the bed and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Your smart mouth is why I’m ignoring you.” Remus spoke nonchalantly, one hand slipped into your back pocket, gave your butt a tight squeeze, while the other steadily began climbing toward your chest. His hand in your pocket held your hips down while his hips grinded up into yours. His eyes darkened at the needy whine that left your lips when his rough thumb pad ran over one of your nipple.

See, Remus always enjoyed seeing you react to him. He could write down all of it. He could fill enough books with his favorite things about you to cause an empty Hogwarts library to overflow. How your eyes would roll back into your skull, how your jaw would go slack with need and how your breath catches in the middle of your throat, leaving you breathless, how you’d moan his name. He loved wrecking you, utterly destroying you.

His scar covered hand moved up to your hip, getting a steadier grip so he could really raise his hips and roll them against yours. The hand on his chest delicately rolled a nipple between the thumb and forefinger. He thought you were a piece of art, painted just for him. Your heart was pounding in your ears. Remus was quickly becoming the only coherent thought in your head. You could smell his perfume and it was only fogging up your head worse than his touch. You let out a moan, your eyelids drooping a tad.

"You like that, baby?" he whispered into your open mouth, kissing the corner before sliding his lips down to the corner of your jaw. He licked a fat, flat line across the point, running up to your earlobe before sucking on it. 

The werewolf grinded up into you harder, a growl emitting from his throat that would scare even the toughest of creatures. He let out a loud, breathy loan when you nodded and copied his hip movements. 

"Of course you do. You're not a brat or a whiney bitch- you're perfect." 

Suddenly, Sirius was sitting up and Remus was going silent, almost frozen in his place. Both were listening quite intently over your heavy breathing when loud, stomping footprints made themselves known. Sirius watched in amusement while Remus threw you on to the empty bed space next to him and magicked a blanket over the both of you.

James was pushing open the door about as loudly and hazardously as his footsteps. The door bounced off the wall and collided with his still outstretched arm. You sat up, slowly coming back from the pleasure filled bliss, and slowly becoming more and more pissed you just got cock-blocked by one of your more oblivious friends.

“James, sorry, mate, we’re in the mi-” Sirius was rudely cut off by the messy haired idiot. Spit flew from James’ mouth as he spoke aggressively, his hand waving around as he spoke.

"Can you believe him?!" the Seeker hollered, acting as if his friends, best friends knew immediately what he was talking about. He strode into the middle of the room, pacing in front of the polygamous couple, clearly pissed. It didn't take long for Peter to follow in after, either. 

"No, Prongs, you're not exactly telling us anything." Remus spoke up, acting as if he totally wasn't just grinding against you. He was good at keeping his voice level and that it had you confused. 

"Little Sour Grape Snape thinks he can try to push that whole fiasco on me like I meant for it to happen?" James yelled out again, almost completely ignoring Remus. Peter sat on the bed across from the trio, his eyes glued to James as he paced. You looked at Sirius, who turned to you, and shrugged, scooting to sit right next to Remus.  

"Wanna share what's goin' on, Pete?" Sirius asked, finally scooting to be face to face with the soft boy, and sitting on the other side of Remus. His hand landed on Remus' thigh, gently rubbing over the blanket.

The chubby boy played with his fingers, his mouth opening quickly to tell the tale of Snape and his stupid complaining and blood status shit. However, Remus, nor you, could focus because Sirius’ hand was moving under the blanket and going straight between Remus’ legs. 

The sun was setting behind the vast forest, effectively blocking natural light, leaving the room slightly colder and darker than before. Sirius knew it was hard to see what was going on under the blanket, so all carefulness got thrown out the window. 

Sirius' hand slid between Remus' thighs, using a hand to hide his smirk. He nodded his head along, as if he was really listening and invested in the story. You turned to Sirius, following his arm and the lump under the blanket and got the idea- and it only became reinforced when Sirius gave you a dramatic wink.

Your own hand slid under the blanket, landing on your werewolf boyfriend's knee, you thumb caressing it gently. Your hand didn’t stay there long. You began to move it up, moving slowly, just inch by inch, stopping suddenly when Remus’ hand clamped around your wrist.

“Boys, stop it.” Remus growled out, but it seemed more directed to Sirius. You were worried for a second that James or Peter heard, but when they kept going on and on, delving deeper and deeper into the story, you realized they were absolutely clueless. You decided to test the waters, slowly running your hand down and then back up, a tad higher, but Moony left his hand on your wrist.

“I said, cut it out. Now.” The brunette’s voice was deep enough to cause a shudder to go down your spine and it went straight to your dick. You jumped when his hand landed on your thigh, giving you a warning squeeze that you once again ignored and moved your hand closer to the inside of his thigh. 

You felt fingers run over yours at the top of his thigh and suddenly Remus’ thigh muscles were tightening. Padfoot had run his fingers over his hard-on. You knew you were both pushing it, but you kept going. You heard the brunette groan into his hand, his eyelids fluttering for a second before his gaze hardened and he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. You could hear the low growl emitting from this throat.

So while James and Peter told their elaborate and stupidly long story, you both teased your partner, enjoying how he tried to sit still and refused to even look at you two. Remus’ jaw was pulled tight, his eyes darker than the night, and his lips drawn into a thin line. Eventually, it came to an end, and the two left, James complaining loudly that no one cared like he did and suddenly the blanket was thrown across the room.

Remus stood up, giving you a glare that you couldn’t help but find hot as hell. You always loved riling him up, but you also loved managing to wiggle out of punishments. Sirius always bitched about you getting away nearly scot free, but you’d just blow raspberries at him. It was funny, honestly, not that you were laughing now. It was clear both of you took it too far.

“You two are in a whole heap of fucking trouble. I can not believe you today, especially you. You’re such a bad influence on my baby.” Remus pointed at Sirius, his brows drawn tight together in pure anger. His eyes were lit up like with fire and the veins on his neck were protruding from underneath the skin in the sexiest way. The simple feature had you clenching your thighs, hoping to release some tension or get a touch or something.

“Our baby. Besides, you’re overreacting Rem.” Sirius shrugged, leaning back on his hands. He blew a stand of hair out of his face, acting like everything was fine and dandy while his boyfriend had steam blowing out of his ears.

His simple sentence caused the brunette’s eye to twitch and you knew he had dug himself a bigger whole. You put your hands in your lap like a good boy and sat, watching the two argue, knowing it was going to be a very long night.

“Oh. I’m overreacting, huh? Do you wanna say that again?” His tone was so flat, almost like he was talking to an idiotic teenager who did exactly what he was told not to do, the messy haired animagus was sitting up quickly, realizing he fucked up- again.

“No, no. That’s not what I meant, baby, you’re getting my words twisted. I meant it’s my fault and that you might be getting a tad carried away. Please don’t be mad at me.” Sirius put on his most dazzling smile and softest voice. He was trying to do what you did so well and wiggle his way out of punishments. “Have I ever mentioned how hot you look when you're mad?”

It was funny, really, how Sirius was saying exactly what you were thinking.

“No, dove, I’m not mad at you.” Remus threaded his hand slowly through Sirius' wavy hair, a small, sweet smile spread across his cheeks. Sirius let out a sigh, a huge grin matching his boyfriends, his eyes sparkling with pure joy in the dim light.

"I'm glad you're so understanding, honey bunches. I love you so, so, so much." Sirius spoke, leaning forward, lips puckered to plant a kiss to the brunettes. You really thought he had known Moony better. Moony very, very rarely let either of you off the hook for something like this. 

However, Remus didn't let him move very far. His fingers latched onto the hair at the top of Sirius' head and ripped it back, causing his neck to bend backward and a whorish moan escaped his lips. Siri’s hands shot up to grip the one tugging his head back and he had to strain his eyes to look at his Moony.

"I’m fucking livid, Sirius. You're such a slut. Surely you know me better than that. Have I ever let you get away with behavior like that?” Remus waited for an answer. He wasn’t very patient though, because soon, he was pulling on the long locks again. “Well?”

“No.” Sirius groaned out. He seemed grumpy he couldn’t cute his way out of this like he was sure you could. You figured you could probably avoid the punishment by sneaking out, knowing Remus wouldn’t send a search party after you. And if you made a good enough excuse, he’d let you go with a harsh spanking and the promise of no orgasms for the day, which didn’t seem too terrible.

“Do I have to treat you like a slut?" his lips pressed against a pulse point but didn't place a single kiss to Sirius' lips. "Maybe I should put a muzzle on your filthy mouth and tie you up. Put you in the closet while I fuck our dearest silly, hmm?"

Remus pulled away, this time tugging Sirius' eyes level with his. The werewolf let out a snicker, enjoying the way tears of pain had gathered in his boyfriends eyeline.

"I should teach you who's in charge. What do you say pumpkin?" Remus turned to the spot where you were seated and noticed it was empty. "Pumpkin?" He turned around and saw you trying to sneak out of the dorms door.

He reached into his pocket, tsking all the while casting a spell that caused a collar to appear around your neck with a pop. You let out a squeak, your heads going to the new leather.

"Do I have to put both of you in your place?” Remus pushed Sirius away and walked swiftly over to you, grabbing the d ring on the front of your collar. He gave it a tug, effectively keeping your eyes on his. “You’re not being my good boy, are you?”

“No..” Unlike Sirius, you answered quickly. You looked up at Remus, eyes wide, owlish and feigning innocence. “But I-”

“Quiet. You’re usually so good for me, darling. I bet you picked up the disrespect from our boyfriend, didn’t you? I’m gonna have to fuck the attitude out of you.” He tugged on the d-ring, dragging you with him as he walked back over to the bed. “Sirius, against the headboard.”

Without hesitation, the niorette shuffled toward the headboard, resting his back against it. He learned quickly to keep his mouth shut. With the new space made, Remus pushed you forward and laughed when your hands came out in front of you to catch your fall, but slipped on the silk bedspread. Your chest collided with the plush mattress, a pained cry leaving your lips when your knees collided with the wooden floor.

“Owie, Rem!” You turned to look back at him, but he grabbed your hair and forced your cheek against the mattress. You looked back at him, your cheeks turning pink with embarrassment and you tried to pout your way out of this, like usual.

“Shut up, bunny. Daddy’s not going easy on you this time, so be a good boy and take what I fucking give you.”

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Second Best

Fred Weasley X Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: inspired by champagne problems by taylor. this is pretty minimal fred weasley x reader. it’s also very angsty. sorry it’s been forever since I’ve written anything. I ended up working everyday during summer and kinda going through a writers block. plus I recently just went through a break up which is kinda inspiring some of this angst so my bad. hope y'all enjoy though.

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You loved him. You wanted to marry him. To make a family with him. To grow old and be buried next to each other one day. Or at least you tried to want that. And now you’re sitting wondering how you could’ve ever lied to yourself.

Your head fell into your hands as sobs shook your frame. But no tears left your eyes, which made everything that much more frustrating. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream. You wanted to feel some sort of regret or hurt but all you felt was…free.

The music was drifting in from way down the hall, reminding you what you left behind. Soft notes and slow melodies that could’ve been upbeat in celebration. But now it just seemed like they were holding tune for the rest of the guests and the ruined mood. The mood you had ruined.

You stood to your feet sucking in a deep breath as you heard footsteps approaching down the hall. You felt your body clench as you apparated away to the only place you could find peace.

The lake.

Seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

It was dark out. The stars seemed to be sympathetic as they glimmered in the sky above you. You walked to the edge of the water that reflected everything, including the view of you in your wine stained ball gown. You sank to your knees in the mud and just sat there. Thinking.

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“You look beautiful,” He whispered in your ear as he guided you along. You looked up at him and smiled. Anthony Goldstein was a handsome man. Once a Ravenclaw prefect and now one of the most renowned Wizards of your generation. He was coveted by many and adored by everyone.

Even you.

Or at least, you tried to.

Somewhere along the way of your three year relationship, something changed. Sometimes for a brief second, Anthony’s hair lightened to a familiar red and his blue eyes darkened until they resembled a warm brown. His height lengthened and his frame grew. Until he looked like someone you actually loved. And whenever that split second ended your heart broke all over again. Feeling just as crushed as it did the day-

“You okay?” You startled and blinked. You looked up at Anthony who was looking at you with soft and concerned eyes. You swallowed. You didn’t deserve him.

“Yeah-” You cleared your throat. “Just nervous.”

“Don’t be. I got you.”

You forced a smile on your face but nodded anyway.

Anthony led you into the ballroom gracefully. It was some sort of anniversary gala for the Ministry. Everyone was in full regalia. Everywhere you looked, champagne and silk, fake smiles and hor d'oeuvres. You tried desperately not to think about the Yule Ball. Where calloused hands held you more gently than you’d ever been-

“Let’s dance.” Anthony pulled you out onto the floor and wrapped his arm around your waist. And for a gesture that once felt safe, it felt wrong. It felt constricting. “What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?”

You looked up at him and hated how you wished he was someone else. “Nothing. Just admiring the general splendor.”

A laugh bubbled from his lips as he spun the both of you. “It is quite beautiful isn’t it?”

You nodded.

“You know, my love, I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. But I really feel like right now is the right time.”

He stopped you both in the middle of the floor. You looked up at him with a question in your eyes.

And then he knelt to the ground.

And your heart stopped.

His hands smoothly reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a velvet royal blue box that fit in his palm. The box opened seemingly on its own revealing a large emerald between two smaller diamonds.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I have had the honor of being with you for the past three years. We’ve survived so much together. You are the most beautiful and strong witch I know. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you be my wife?”

The words seemed filtered through water. Your head was ringing. You couldn’t breathe.

Your head spun looking around the room. Those fake smiles were turned in your direction now. Everyone waiting for the inevitable yes. The inevitable celebration.

You looked back down at Anthony, whose smile was faltering.

“Y/N?”

You took a step back. Shook your head.

“No.” A wine glass that had been hovering next to you for a toast of celebration fell to the floor and shattered, staining your cream colored gown.

You turned and ran from the room as gasps and shouts began to echo throughout the room. It was only as the doors magically opened in front of you that you looked back, seeing Anthony gazing at the ring in his hand still kneeling on the floor with a broken look you would never forget.

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“Thought I’d find you here.”

You looked up seeing none other than Molly Weasley. Still in her ball gown. Holding a cup of tea. The steam was rising into the cold night making you remember just how chilly it was in the middle of March.

She slowly sank to sit beside you, disregarding the mud on her dress.

You looked back over to the pond as she pushed the cup of tea in your hand. “How?”

“This is where you always came when you needed to think. You act like you haven’t spent nearly every summer at my house for all your years at Hogwarts.”

A small smile slipped onto your face. “Yeah.”

It was quiet for a moment. The only sound was the crickets and quiet hum of the night.

“Talk to me.”

You took a sip of tea before letting out a breath. “I can’t marry him.”

“Why is that?” Her voice was gentle and kind. There wasn’t an ounce of judgement.

“I don’t love him-” You looked up. “Maybe I never did. Maybe I just thought I should and figured eventually I would love him without feeling like it was an obligation. But he’s such an incredible guy. He’s a brilliant wizard with a kind heart and everyone who meets him absolutely adores him.”

“But not you?”

You nodded. “But not me.”

You saw Molly nod out of the corner of your eye before she sipped her tea. You brought your own warm cup to your lips letting it warm you from the inside out.

“Why not.”

At those two words your heart leapt into your throat. She didn’t phrase it like a question. She knew there was a reason. You had a feeling she knew what the reason was. The real question was if you were going to lie or be honest.

You looked at her straight on. “He’s not the one I want.”

Red hair and warm brown eyes. Smile lines and hearty laughs.

Molly reached out and pulled you into her embrace as tears began to pour for the both of you.

“But I can’t have the one I want.” You sobbed into her shoulder as the words you’d been holding back had finally poured out of you.

All you ever wanted was Fred Weasley. And that opportunity was gone. He was gone. And all that was left for you was second best. And second best still wasn’t enough.

“He would’ve wanted you to be happy,” Molly whispered through her own tears.

“I don’t know how to be. It’s been years and I-” You crumbled. “I can’t stop loving him.”

Molly pulled back enough to look you in the eye. “I don’t think you ever will. It’s not about stopping, it’s about moving forward. There will never be anyone else you will love like you loved Fred and how Fred loved you, but there might be someone you can love differently. It’s not Anthony. But who knows, dear? You’ll always be a daughter of mine whatever happens.”

As she wrapped you back in a hug, a small piece of the pain you’d been feeling for years lifted. Like for once there was hope. That perhaps one day, you’d be okay.

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goodbye kiss | s.r.

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader word count: 1.2k warnings: mentions of anxiety (briefly), mentions of a head injury (briefly), cursing, mentions of food/eating a/n: this is a fluffy steve fic i've had finished for literally forever and i just never posted it bc i thought no one would read my marvel stuff hahahaha here it is. maybe there will be a part 2 to this....if anyone wants it :)

summary: Steve and Y/N are so clearly infatuated with one another, but oblivious as can be. One morning, Steve's shocking behavior may shift their relationship.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Steve and Bucky called out in sync as they barreled through the doorway of your shared home.

Every morning was practically the same; wake up at 5:00am because Bucky couldn’t be quiet if his life depended on it, start breakfast at 7:00am right as Steve and Bucky get back from their run (and pretend like you just woke up), shower at 7:40am, and start heading to the compound at 8:30am.

The consistency helped with Bucky’s anxiety, as well as your memory issues from a head injury you had sustained a while back on a mission.

Steve was just Steve, and he ran a ship tighter than his ass and his workout shirts that you knew for a fact ripped after their third or fourth wear.

The three of you worked and lived together, mostly in tandem, but occasionally something would happen that derailed the balanced home life you all strived for. It was usually minor; ‘accidentally’ eating someone’s leftovers, leaving dirty dishes in the sink, playing music too loud at night, etc.

But sometimes…sometimes it was the way Steve looked at you across the dinner table that made you nervous around him for days. Sometimes it was the way your fingers found their way into his sandy blonde hair after a stressful week. Once, about a month ago, it was because he walked into the bathroom not knowing you were taking a bath. And most recently, it was the casual comment made by Bucky about how he was sick and tired of you and Steve dancing around your feelings for one another like “the fuckers in the Russian Ballet”.

Eventually, the awkward period would fade away and things would return to their normal, harmonious ways, with Bucky grumbling all the while about your cowardice.

“What do you have for us today, doll?” Bucky called out as he exited his bedroom.

“I think I have a cold so you and Steve are getting scrambled eggs and toast because it requires minimal effort. Also, we’re now out of eggs. And bread.”

“I just bought three cartons and a loaf two days ago,” Bucky groaned as he slumped against the counter.

“You and your buddy Steven consume a carton each so either eat less or shop more. Take your pick, Barnes.”

He walked behind you and snatched the spatula from your hand, scooping some eggs into his mouth with a cheeky grin.

“I choose to shop more.”

You quickly grabbed the spatula back and shooed him away before he turned your pristine kitchen into a crumb filled nightmare.

“Steve,” you shouted indignantly, “breakfast is ready and I do not have time for your slow ass today.”

Bucky grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, and immediately after, a loud crash echoed from across the house. Bucky shrugged his shoulders in response, pretending to be unaware of whatever could have caused Steve to wreak accidental havoc so early in the morning. It certainly was not his whispered comment, loud enough for only a super soldier’s ears, about how you surely had time for anything to do with Steve’s ass.

“Sorry, sorry,” Steve huffed as he shuffled out of his room.

“What the hell happened in there?”

“I, uh, mis-stepped and tripped over my bed frame, no big deal.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and graciously stepped away from the stove, accepting Steve’s good morning hug and forehead kiss with a dopey smile.

A strangled gag interrupted your precious moment, and you shot daggers at Bucky while he shoveled his breakfast into his mouth like he was starved.

“Sorry, egg must have went down the wrong pipe. Continue your love fest.”

“It’s not a love fest, Buck,” Steve mumbled as a heated blush crept up his neck.

“Then how come I don’t get tender hugs and forehead kisses every morning?”

“Because you don’t cook me breakfast and Y/N is much more kissable.”

Steve froze while Bucky, the cheeky bastard, chuckled into his perfectly buttered toast. You quickly composed yourself and patted Steve reassuringly on the back, laughing along with Bucky.

“I wouldn’t want to kiss Bucky’s ugly mug either, Rogers.”

The rest of breakfast was silent; the sounds of clinking forks and satisfied sighs seemed like exploding C4 and gusts of wind in the cozy kitchen. After finishing your breakfast of hot tea with lemon and honey, you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed. Before, you felt that it was just a little cold, but the longer you were upright and moving around, the more sick you felt.

“We don’t have anything important planned today, do we?” You asked while hobbling towards the couch.

“Not that I know of, are you alright, doll?” Steve inquired, concern evident in his eyes.

“It’s probably just a head cold but will you tell Stark I’m calling in sick today? I don’t even have the energy to send him a text right now. Plus, I don’t want to deal with him telling me this wouldn’t happen if I took his prototype horse pill, super food vitamins.”

“I’ll let him know,” Steve mumbled affectionately as he draped a blanket over your shivering frame.

In a matter of minutes, he and Bucky were headed out the door; Steve with his briefcase and Bucky with his reusable grocery bag he deemed secure enough for sensitive documents.

When the door shut, you closed your eyes, relishing in the quiet, empty space you would have to yourself for the next 9 hours, until a sharp ringtone pierced your eardrums and ignited a monstrous headache.

Steve’s phone buzzed upon the kitchen table and you groaned; his forgetfulness never ceased to amaze you. You dashed across the room, hoping and praying that he and Bucky hadn’t already driven away. After flinging open the door to your house, you crashed directly into what you knew to be Steve Rogers’s insanely muscular chest.

“I forgot my….” He trailed off, noticing that you had it in your hand while simultaneously taking note of the annoyed expression on your face.

“You’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached to your shoulders, Steven. I feel incredibly overworked and under appreciated looking after you.”

He threw his head back and laughed, the sound momentarily easing the pounding headache behind your eyes.

“You’re definitely not under appreciated doll,” Steve murmured as he took his phone from your outstretched hand. “Don’t forget to take some cold medicine, it’s in the hall bathroom cabinet behind Bucky’s aftershave. I’ll bring home some soup and a movie.”

Before you could thank him, he dipped his head and captured your lips in a delicate kiss. However, all too soon, he backed away with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

“Did you just…” you gasped.

“I’ll see you tonight, bye!” He shouted before taking off in a sprint and bounding down the front porch steps.

You watched him from the window as he awkwardly ran back to his car. Just before he opened the door, he turned around and locked eyes with you. You blew him a kiss, as dramatically as you could, and smiled as he laughed and ducked into the driver’s seat.

The sensation of vibrating pulled your attention away from Steve and you reached into your pocket for your phone, swiping across the new text message.

From: Bucky Barnes

I. Saw. Everything.

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Wonderland: Kili x Reader Chap. 3

MASTERLIST

Kili x Reader

Slight Legolas x Reader

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Y/n was sitting between Gandalf and Bilbo, and opposite her was Thorin, with Lord Elrond at the head.

Even though she had seen Lord Elrond on the screen, it did not compare to what sitting in his presence was like - he was as noble and as fair in face as an elf-lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind as summer. He was almost as warm and welcoming as Gandalf was.

On the next table over, sat the rest of the company, who were trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. Y/n managed to briefly greet each member of the Company (Bombur gave her a slice of cheese as a ‘hello’ and Kili knocked over a chair whilst bowing), but she was promptly ushered to sit by Lord Elrond and Thorin.

“Tell me, Lady Y/n, what is your weapon of choice? Axe or sword?” Thorin asked, making Y/n shuffle in her seat.

For a large part of the meal, Thorin had been grilling her with questions - much to the dismay of Gandalf. Gandalf had only explained a small amount of Y/n’s situation to the dwarves, though he hadn’t gone into depth. Though at this point, Y/n was still trying to figure out if this was all real. 

“I, um...in my world we don’t use weapons like that anymore,” Y/n said and awkwardly chased a piece of carrot on her plate with her fork. She didn’t dare meet Thorin’s judging eyes. 

“The wild is no place for gentlefolk who cannot fend or fight for themselves, Gandalf,” Thorin said, boring his eyes into Y/n.

A silence fell upon the table as everyone stared at Y/n. Thorin did have a point - she couldn’t fight or fend for herself. She would be a burden on the group. 

For the first time the whole evening, Bilbo piped up.

“I can’t fight or survive out in the wilderness, yet you gave me a chance. And as Lady Y/n is not from this world, she may possess other skills that we have not yet discovered.” Bilbo said, folding his arms in an attempt to look stern. "Plus, I would like a companion more like myself." 

“I must agree with Master Bilbo here, Thorin. Y/n has ended up in this land with no idea or explanation of how. There must be a reason for that, so I must ask that you reconsider. As Bilbo just said, she could possess helpful skills.” Gandalf said, placing a hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

 Y/n watched apprehensively as Thorin pondered over Gandalf’s and Bilbo’s words with a rather menacing expression. What was she going to do if she wasn’t accepted into the Company? Would Gandalf just leave her in Rivendell to live out her human years amongst the elves? 

Or would Elrond kick her out and make her fend for herself in the wild? Would she ever get to see her sister again? But then again, was this even real?

“Alright. She may join us.” Thorin said and Y/n ‘s shoulders instantly relaxed. “But I will not be responsible for your fate, do you understand, Y/n?”

“Yes, I understand. I’ll try to help as much as I can.” Y/n said though she could see that Thorin was still not entirely convinced. 

“Well, that’s sorted then,” Gandalf said brightly, turning to face the dwarves on the other table. “Lady Y/n has now become the newest member of the Company!”

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When Y/n had gotten back to her room, she had found her bag sitting on her bed. Her clothes were mended and lay in a neat pile beside her bag, which she found to be filled with food and provisions - light to carry but strong to bring her over the mountain passes she was soon to endure.

 The elves must have packed for her. Just as she was going to take a look at the bookshelf beside her bed, she noticed a little wooden figure sitting on her nightstand. 

It was her Loki sculpture. 

“Loki likes to create chaos. Make sure he doesn't pull you into one of his plans of mischief.”

Floki’s words rang through her head as she picked the tiny pocket-sized God up and turned it over to inspect it.

Did this statue have something to do with her ending up in Middle-Earth? No, it couldn’t have, it was probably just a coincidence that she bought it on the same night she woke up there. Right?  And as another thought, where did that ring disappear to

Y/n placed the Loki sculpture down and rummaged through her belongings for the ring, but it was nowhere to be found. Frowning, Y/n placed her bag on the ground and lay down on her bed. For some reason, she couldn’t get the thought of the ring out of her head.

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It was nearing nine o’clock when a knock sounded on Y/n’s door. Y/n wondered who it could be because the dwarves were feasting down at the terrace on the food that they had stolen from the kitchens. She opened the door, revealing the grey wizard.

“Good evening, Lady Y/n,” Gandalf said. “I hope I am not disturbing you?”

“You’re not disturbing me, don’t worry. Is there something I can help you with?” Y/n asked.

“As a matter of fact, there is something you can help me with. As we have gone over, you may possess skills that we do not know about yet.” Gandalf said, motioning his hand for Y/n to follow him before walking away.

Y/n stood there for a moment, wondering what on earth she could help him with before closing the door and hurrying down immaculately carved stone steps to catch up to him.

“And what do you think I can help with?” Y/n asked, finding it difficult to keep up with the wizards' long strides.

“Thorin gave the map to the Lonely Mountain to Lord Elrond to read. Only, Lord Elrond has long forgotten the Ancient Dwarvish language. I want you to have a look to see if you can understand it.” Gandalf said after a long while of striding through the never-ending hallways of Elrond's house.

“Ancient Dwarvish? Gandalf, I can only speak English!” Y/n said, panicking. How did he expect her to read a language not even Lord Elrond could understand? “And a little Icelandic, but not Ancient Dwarvish.” 

Despite her numerous protests, Gandalf did not reply. He only led her up a staircase and through a set of stone doors that opened up into the night.

Y/n was standing in an opening of a cave mouth that looked out into the starry night. A waterfall gushed from the opening and crashed into the valley that lay hundreds of miles below them. Y/n’s stomach dropped as she looked over the sheer edge that plummeted down into the dark lands below.

“Did I ever tell you that I am not good with heights?” Y/n said to Gandalf, who only laughed and ushered her towards Lord Elrond, Thorin and Balin, who were huddled over the map that lay on a stone slab under the bright moonlight.

“Ah, Gandalf and Lady Y/n,” Lord Elrond said, looking up from the map. Thorin’s frown only deepened when his eyes landed on Y/n, but Balin gave her a friendly smile.

“Have you gotten any further with the map?” Gandalf asked. Y/n only prayed that Elrond had managed to read the contents of the map. Otherwise, she would have to disappoint Thorin even further by not being able to read Ancient Dwarvish - that she was certain of.

“Only that it has been written in moon runes,” Elrond said, then he noticed Y/n’s confusion. “It means you can only read the runes under the same light and season of the same moon they were written under. Though I can no longer read ancient dwarvish.”

“That is exactly why I brought Lady Y/n,” Gandalf said, pushing Y/n forward against her will.

“You failed to mention that you understand Ancient Dwarvish runes,” Thorin said with a hint of disdain in his voice.

“I can’t, but Gandalf wants me to-”

“I want her to try to read the map. She has been brought to this world for a reason, so she may know more than she thinks.” Gandalf cut in,  practically hauling Y/n over to the map at that point.

“I don’t see any harm in the lassie giving it a go,” Balin said, giving Y/n a friendly pat.

“Okay, but don’t be disappointed when I can’t read it,” Y/n muttered and leaned over the map. There was black ink etched into the fabric, forming the swells of hills and the jagged points of mountains.

In the centre, there was a solitary point labelled ‘The Lonely Mountain’ and it had a red dragon sketched above it. Y/n’s eyes trailed down to the scribbles of glowing blue moon runes at the bottom of the page. At first, they seemed like a random assortment of lines and dashes, but the closer Y/n inspected, the more they made sense.

“Hold on a moment!” Y/n said and leaned closer. “This looks like Old Norse, which is very similar to Icelandic.”

“Can you read it?” Thorin stepped forward with a desperate look in his eye. Y/n bit her lip and tried to recall what her sister had taught her.

“I’ll try.” Y/n traced her finger over the map, formulating the ancient runes into words as she went. “Stand by the... grey stone when the Thrush knocks, in the setting sun... of the last light of...Durin's Day...the light shines upon the...keyhole.” 

Y/n came to a stop, not only amazing herself,  but the others around her. Why on earth was Ancient Dwarvish the same as Old Norse? 

"That is very curious that you can read the map, Y/n," Gandalf said with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.

"Indeed, it is remarkable that you can read Ancient Dwarvish." Lord Elrond said, but Bilbo looked rather confused. 

"What's Durin's Day?" The Hobbit asked.

"It is a mark on the Dwarvish calendar. It is when the last moon of Autumn and the first sun of Winter appear in the sky at the exact same time." Balin said, but Thorin shook his head.

"This is old news." Thorin muttered, snatching the map from Y/n's hands. "Autumn is already passing." 

"We still have time. But we have to be in exactly the right place at exactly the right time." Balin said.

"So, you are trying to reclaim Erebor." Lord Elrond said with a stony face. 

"What of it?" Thorin growled, scowling at the elf.

"There are some who would advise against it." Elrond then turned to Gandalf. "The white council has arrived to discuss some...matters. We shouldn't keep them waiting."

"Well, alright," Gandalf said, looking slightly perturbed that the White Council were present in Rivendell, though Y/n supposed he thought he could get away with sneaking a horde of dwarves across the country without getting caught. But then again, they were probably going to discuss her situation as well.

"I think it's time that Lady Y/n met the rest of the Company properly. We will look after her, Gandalf." Balin said, taking Y/n by the arm, much to the disapproval of Thorin. Y/n couldn't help but like Balin - he reminded her of her grandpa back home.

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Y/n could hear the faint cries of laughter from the dwarves as Balin led her to their sleeping area. Thorin had decided to have a look around Rivendell, though Y/n suspected that he just wanted to get away from her.

"Don't worry lassie, he will warm up to you eventually. He is just protective of his friends and family." Balin said gently, watching the expression on Y/n's face. 

"Yeah, I hope so," Y/n replied, just as Balin opened the door to a large room with a crackling fire and many hungry dwarves and one hobbit who were feasting on stolen food.

"Ah! We get to meet the girl properly at last!" Bofur clapped his hands and before long, the dwarves descended on Y/n with an avalanche of questions. 

"Where are you from?"

"How did you get here?

"Do you have any magic powers?"

"Do you have any more food?"

Despite the utter chaos and swarm of questions, Balin managed to bring some order to the excitable group. 

"Okay, okay, don't bombard the poor girl. At least give her a seat first," Balin said, and instantly all the dwarves began motioning for Y/n to sit beside them. 

To say she was overwhelmed would be an understatement - no one had ever found her that interesting before. She scanned the room and decided to take a seat next to Kili, a young and handsome dwarf who was sitting beside the fire. Kili looked rather triumphant because Y/n chose to sit beside him.

"Gandalf said that you were not from this world. Is that true?" Gloin, a fiery-haired dwarf asked.

"Yeah...I am from a place called Earth. It's very different from here." Y/n said, watching as they munched on their food and listened to her speak.

"How did you get here?" Bilbo asked, passing Y/n a bowl of chicken soup, which she greatly thanked him for - the elvish diet of lettuce leaves did nothing to fight off her horrendous hunger pangs.

"I'm not entirely sure. I went for a walk,  got lured into a cave and then boom, I woke up here with absolutely no explanation." Y/n said.

"That's very odd," Bofur said.

"Aye! Well, welcome to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield anyway!" Fili said with a cheer. Though she had only given very little detail, the dwarves seemed content with her answers and went back to whatever they were doing before she arrived.

Well, all except one. Kili was still fascinated by Y/n's tale and wanted to know more. 

"What is your world like, Y/n?" Kili asked, making Y/n turn to face him. Though she was relieved that the others had turned their attention away from her, a new nervousness took over because Kili had his complete attention on her. 

"Well, there is no magic, that is for sure. No wizards, hobbits, dwarves or elves, only humans." Y/n said, feeling her cheeks begin to burn as he stared at her intently with those dark eyes.

"How strange. Do you have a family?" He asked.

"Yeah, actually. I have my sister Molly, my mum and my dad." Y/n said with a fond smile. She had already begun to miss them terribly. She wondered if they were looking for her - calling a search party perhaps.

"I'm sure you will see them again." Kill said, as if he were reading Y/n's thoughts. "But in the meantime, I sure would like to learn more about your world."

"I'd be happy to tell you about it," Y/n said, and couldn't help but share Kili's goofy smile.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...

[iridescent-petrichor]

i love you, i mean it, chapter one

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Stark!Reader

Warnings: brief mention of tony being dead

Words: 1K

A/N: New series time babey !! im excited for this one i’ve been thinking about it since wandavision came out i just never had the motivation to get it going

Next Chapter

It had been three weeks.

Three weeks since your dad told you everything would turn out fine.

Three weeks since he sacrificed himself to defeat Thanos.

You hadn’t been to the avengers compound since he died, despite the fact that he had spent almost no time there in the five years since the blip. The memories of him were still littered everywhere, and it was just too much for you to bear. But you knew you had to go back soon, Happy had been bugging you about stuff you needed to pick up for the last couple of days.

The insistent buzzing of your cellphone snaps you out of your thoughts, glancing at it on the counter. It was an incoming call, from Stephen Strange. Why would he be contacting you? He hadn’t seen you since-

You frantically swiped at the tears that threatened to fall, clearing your throat to rid your voice of sounding like you’d been crying.

“Yeah?”

“Y/N, are you at your apartment?” You blinked for a moment, surprised at his urgency.

“Yeah, why do you-” Before you could finish your sentence, a gold light caught your eye. You sighed, watching the glowing golden portal materialize in your living room, crossing your arms when Doctor Strange stepped out into your home. “You know, you can’t just barge in here whenever you-”

“We have a situation.” He interrupts, moving to the side as a man with silver hair followed him through the portal before it closed, flecks of gold drifting in the air for a moment before disappearing altogether. “This is Peter Maximoff. You might want to sit down.”

-

“Wait a minute so…” You took a deep breath, glancing between Peter and Stephen. “You’re from a different dimension.”

“Yep.”

“And you have the same powers as Wanda’s dead brother. And you also have a sister named Wanda.”

“Yep.”

“And… you ended up here because…?”

“A crazy witch pulled me from my bedroom to your weirdo dimension.”

“Right,” you sat back in your seat, running a hand over your face before turning back to Stephen. “And why did you come to me?”

“We needed to keep him somewhere safe. I figured your apartment had enough security measures that it would be best to have him stay here.”

You barely paid attention to his explanation, choosing to examine the boy in front of you instead. He looked to be about your age, and he was, admittedly, very cute. Plus, he did have nowhere to go…

“Fine.” You finally agree, standing up once you made your decision. “He can stay with me for the time being, but you better work quickly, Doc.”

He nodded, standing as well. Peter looked between the two of you from his spot on the couch, before he jumped up to stand next to the wizard.

“I trust you’ll be in good hands,” Stephen said with one final look to Peter, then to you, before disappearing through a portal back into the Sanctum Sanctorum.

You offered him a smile, motioning for him to follow you through the apartment. You showed him the bathroom, kitchen, and your home office, which was once a guest room. That would’ve come in handy, you thought, before closing the door and turning to Peter.

“And that’s it! There’s also my bedroom, but it’s definitely not clean, so you can see it another time.” He nodded, staring up at the high ceilings.

“You have a really nice apartment.” He commented, eyes wide in awe.

“My dad was a billionaire.”

“Oh.”

Peter continued to gawk at the place, before finally fixing his gaze on you.

“So,” He started, shoving his hands in his pockets. He broke his focus on you to examine the apartment once more. If you had known him any better you would’ve thought he looked… nervous. “Do I have to worry about you bringing a boyfriend around, or…?” He trails off, smiling a little when you laugh.

“No, no. Don’t worry, considering my dad was one of Earth’s mightiest defenders, not a ton of people wanted to step up and ask me out.”

He nods thoughtfully, leaning against the wall. The silence fills the room, and you suddenly find yourself getting flustered. He’s still looking at you, but you surprise yourself by being unable to make eye contact with the boy.

“Well, get yourself settled. I guess you don’t really have much of… anything, right?” You say, in an attempt to break the now awkward silence.

Still, he says nothing, shaking his head as he continues to look at you.

“Then that’s that. Tomorrow we can go shopping. And I can show you around New York!”

“I’m from New York.” He smirks, a look of amusement appearing on his face.

“Then I can show you my favorite spots!” Your smile doesn’t falter, and you turn away from Peter to grab a pile of blankets from a nearby closet, missing the way his eyes soften as he stares at you. You’re thankful for the momentary distraction that you use to will the blush on your face to calm down.

When you make your way back to the living room with the blankets, he follows right behind you. Almost like a lost puppy, you smile to yourself, placing them down on the side of the couch.

“Sorry I don’t have a guest room or anything. I never really expect guests to stay over.” You shrug, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“Don’t worry about it, this couch looks like it was made of clouds.” He laughs, and you feel yourself relishing in the sound. He has a very nice laugh.

Before you let yourself think about that too hard, however, you check the time.

“Well, it’s already getting a little late, and I’m sure you’re exhausted. I’ll be in my room, just let me know if you need anything!” He nods, watching you hurry off to your bedroom before attempting to get comfortable on the couch.

You shut the door to your room, trying to wipe the stupid smile off your face the whole time you get ready for bed. Maybe having to babysit someone from another dimension won’t be too bad.