#sees one pumpkin prompt and sprints away with it

[dadfemme]

maybe tonight

Emily brings a surprise late one night at work. Because that's what friends do.

AO3 // Wattpad

[thekinkyleopard]

How the Wolf,

Snuffed Christmas

A Holiday RemixLevi Special!

Based off a Prompt! An @aller-geez Request!

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Contagion M, Snz Fic, Sniffles, Cold Fic,

Sick Fic, Fluff

Description: This Fic is Loosely based off a prompt by Mimikusu.

Remi and Levi are long distance lovers who met online when they were teens. Now they’re adults and they can finally meet up! So the leopard flies the wolf out for Christmas to enjoy the festivities together as they both had come from broken families. Remi however, has come down with something gnarly, will it ruin the holiday magic? Can he hide it?

Levi practically bounced where he stood in the airport lobby waiting patiently for the sight of his long distance on and off boyfriend. For years the two were crazy about each other but due to distance they would often go back and forth between dating and just friends. They were obsessed with one another though and never went a day without talking. This time, Levi had saved up enough money to fly the man out, and he was more than excited to finally meet the other he’d been talking to since he was 13.

He stood there, waiting, and waiting before he saw him. The tall raven haired man came walking with the swagger of a mafia boss, glaring at each passing citizen that bumped him. It wasn’t long before their eyes connected, and they each broke out in a huge smile. Levi took off into a full sprint toward the large man, and immediately flung his body onto him like a spider monkey. Clinging to Remi’s body the two embraced each other tightly and without reserves, or hesitation Remi brought their mouths in for a heated, passionate kiss. When they pulled away, Remi pressed his forehead to the other’s and smiled deeply. “Heya, Kitten,” both of them out of breath and just happy to see each other.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Levi squeaked as he twirled to the other’s side and reached for Remi’s one suitcase.

“Hey! Don’t you dare! Gimme that,” the man swooped the leopard’s hand into his own threading their fingers gently together before his other gripped hold of his own suitcase. “ANYWAY, where we headed?” Asking Levi with a charming side smirk that caused the smaller’s heart to race the moment he saw it.

“I figured we could go down to the Mall actually! There’s a Christmas Market happening this whole week there and I thought it was would be super fun to go to!” Remington’s heart dropped and he immediately wanted to get on a flight back home. He hated Christmas anything, his mother had ruined it for him. Every year she’d go on a tangent about how his dad left them with nothing and that’s why Christmas always sucked and there’s no gifts. Then she’d get doped up on horse and pass out. Happy Holidays.

Yet, when he looked down at the other’s excited face twisted in joy he couldn’t dare shatter that. So he nodded. “Okay but can we possibly go tomorrow? I really need to shower and get settled before I go walking around,” he chuckled loosely, scratching the back of his neck nervously, hoping he wasn’t disappointing the other in this moment.

“Good idea, we can go early and enjoy the whole day! They have a pumpkin pancake breakfast that is to die for but it’s only in the morning at the Cinnamon roll shop! So we can do that !” The cat was practically radiating with excitement and Christmas joy. Remi, not so much, but every second he was around the beaming cat, it didn’t NOT lift his spirits a bit.

The two of them sauntered quickly through the airport and out the doors toward the parking garage so they could start their Holiday Magic.

Two Hours Later

Remi and Levi were laid up on the couch watching Home Alone, hanging out in their jams. The wolf had his arm slung around the smaller’s shoulders, the cat snuggled comfortably within the crook of his boyfriend’s arm pit. “This is so fucking nice….” The white haired male sighed sweetly, squeezing the larger’s hand that was clasping his own.

“I have wanted this for so long, you have no idea,” Remi replied with a light chuckle, but something felt so unsettling about this perfect little pocket of happiness. His head felt hot and there was something off…? Scratchy? Unpleasant? He couldn’t place the feeling that was building within the base of his throat, but it wasn’t good. He knew that. He’s felt this before. Casually, trying to avoid drawing attention to himself, the man coughs into the crook of his free arm. “Sorry, heh, smokers lungs,” the blue eyed male looked up at the larger and noticed a hue of red splashed across the older’s face and raised a brow curiously.

“You sure? You look a little flushed there baby,” he reached up to try and attempt a temperature check, but the wolf slyly gripped his wrist and pressed a passionate, irresponsibly placed kiss upon the smaller’s lips and immediately melted within it. The black haired male rolled his tongue across the surface of Levi’s lower lip, before pulling back an inch, with a trail of saliva still connecting them.

“Just struggling to keep my hands off you…” he distracted the other smoothly in his flawless succession of avoiding being sent to quarantine. He was probably fine, just long day and jet lag.

“Oh yeah? I can’t be too mad about that,” the leopard smirked, wiggling his eyebrows before slowly sliding into the larger’s lap.

Another Hour Later

After rolling around the apartment against each other’s bodies for the first time ever since they started dating, both men found themselves naked, and sprawled across Levi’s Queen size bed. Sure they’d had FaceTime fun and sexted often, but this was a new level of intimacy that really escalated the way Levi felt about the large man, and vice versa. Speaking of, the leopard was completely passed out as the clock turned to 2am, but Remi lay awake, staring at the ceiling with an aching suspicion. If he went to bed now, it was certain he would awaken with a headache, leaking nose and burning fever. He just knew it, and it would be a miracle if the small male didn’t wake up feeling the same exact way. He knew all too well it was irresponsible, what he did. Defiling his lover like so while knowing damn well he was coming down with a horrible hankering cold, but fuck he needed him. It had been years, and nothing compared to being with him physically at last. He was hoping he could ask for forgiveness later.

It was fine, it was probably not that big of a deal in reality. It was probably just a light sniffle and throat tickle, and he could still go about his day. No biggie. He could keep it a secret, and it wouldn’t ruin the festivities he was reluctant to be apart of. He took a deep breath in. For him. He’d do it all for him. His head turning slightly to gaze upon the leopard’s peaceful sleeping face. Yeah, he could do it for him. No problem.

The Next Morning

Remi awakened, to an empty bed. He almost panicked, was it all a dream? He didn’t actually save for months and wasn’t in the loving arms of the boyfriend he had been dying to meet for years? His heart racing he quickly sat up, and regretted it. Why? Two reasons. He wasn’t hallucinating, or dreaming, he really was in Levi’s home, visiting but also….his head swam with disfunction, his vision going in and out of clarity as the pounding centered his now awakened cranium. He sniffled, his nose noticeably agitated. It was worse than he had feared. He was sick, sick.

The sound of energetic Christmas music echoed down the hall, and he already could assume where it was coming from. Sighing with deep dissatisfaction with the state of his current depleting health, the wolf tried to sit up, but it only made the throbbing in his head more profound. He winced, his half lidded eyes squinting in agony. “God fucking damn it…” he hissed through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. How was he supposed to go out Christmas shopping under these conditions? He can’t. That’s how. He slumped back into bed, and closed his eyes….what if he just like, slept it off a little longer? That could work right? As he felt himself slowly drifting away from his consciousness…Levi came barreling through the door, the sound of Christmas music much louder now as it echoed from the leopard’s Bluetooth speaker attached to his belt.

“Rise and shine sleepy head! It’s time to get our holiday spirit on!” Giggling happily the white haired male pounced onto the bed and thusly, atop the wolf. “Let’s go let’s go!” He shook the larger loosely, who truthfully, wanted to die.

“Hnnnn….” He groaned in protest as he continued to lay put, the cat giggled, only finding this display to be rather humorous before sliding to a stand and yanking the covers clear off the other.

“No, hnnnnn….up! Let’s go! Pumpkin pancakes! Buying Christmas sweaters, decorating the tree….lets go !” The raven haired man growled from deep within his chest as the cold air left goosebumps across his skin. The sudden feeling of being cold, wasn’t just its usual chill, but like he might freeze to death. He shivered. Finally, leering his eyes open and sighing with exaggeration.

“You’re lucky you’re cute….” He said, peeling himself from his stomach to his back as Levi happily grinned ear to ear.

“I am, aren’t I?” He giggled kissing the man atop the tip of his nose. “Get dressed, I’ve got coffee ready, just gotta get this show on the actual road!” Clapping his hands, the man was already dressed in a soft pair of cashmere lounge pants, along a baby blue sweater over a grey tank and some grey moccasins. Something casual, warm, and eventually, he’d swap the top out for something more festive. He was all “Gumdrops and Figgy Pudding” while Remi wanted to stick his head into a fryer and call it a day. Alas, he did sit up, despite his body screaming at him to stay horizontal.

“I’ll give you some privacy! Meet me in the kitchen~” Levi winked at his lover before bounding off, taking all his energy and Christmas joy with him. Leaving Remi as an empty husk, his throat tickling and constricting the longer he was awake.

“Please….Not now…” he begged as he tried to scratch the itch that persisted by rubbing the blanket across his nose violently allowing the clicking crackle of his cartilage to fill his ear drums. It was almost sweet relief, until he pulled away. It attacked him like a criminal on the street, just out of complete left field. He sneezed. “iit’shHIEW!! H’iish’ue!” Twice into the open air in front of him, taking him not only by surprise but by force. Even if he had wanted to stop it from coming out, he couldn’t have. He snuffled with a moistened schluck of snot down the back of his sinuses, trying to get a grip on himself. He shook his head, mouth a gap as he couldn’t breath through his newly stuffed nose.

“I’b fugged….” He snorted, coming to a stand and sliding his bare arm across his glistening and dampened nostrils, god they were so full. “You god did Rebi….jus be cool….” He took a deep breath in through his mouth, but something about the cold air surrounding him made his throat close up and with another surprising blow, he sneezed again. “Hnkt'KNXTuhh! Hnnnn….” A fine mist of saliva escaped him, he tried to keep it back but it washed around him like a spritz of Febreze. He complained afterwards, digging through his bag, wiping his nose every 20 seconds to keep the mess within him contained. How much longer must he endure this session of agony? Digging out a black shirt, his orange hoodie and some black jeans, he begrudgingly and unwillingly, got dressed. What a nightmare. It took him far too long to get dressed and it was concerning to the cat waiting on him in the other half of the house.

“Rem? You okay?” He called out to the room, asking with a slight edge of nervousness. Did he hit his head and pass out? Or simply fall back asleep?

“Yeah, I’m comin!” There were signs of life, not just the slightly muffled sounds of surprise coming from within. Yes, Levi had distantly heard Remi sneezing but he didn’t think much of it, probably just adjusting to the smell of the man’s plug in scent. Either way his mind was less on Remi himself and more of what he planned to do with him! It was going to be a magical day full of holiday joy and spirit.

However once the two of them were in the car, driving in their way to the festivities, Levi noticed an undeniable shift in the larger’s demeanor and overall attitude. He was silent. Almost as if he was pouting in the passenger seat. “What’s wrong?” The cat asked reaching over to touch the man’s knee while he drove the vehicle with his other hand.

“I just….Christmas brings up a lot of stuff for me…no biggie, don’t let me ruin the vibes though,” he tried to reassure the cat by brushing off the inner trauma that was boiling inside him along side his sickness. Normally, he could push away the sad boy feelings but with the feeling of his illness getting worse, his gut churning with displeasure, it was harder for him to ignore all the bad feelings he was consumed by. Essentially, turning him into a stick in the mud. Yet, it didn’t seem to phase Levi even in the slightest, he could only smile tenderly and grab Remi’s hand, squeezing it with reassurance.

“It’s okay, holidays are hard for me too….but we have each other this year, and we will make new memories!” There it was, that sparkle of positivity and light that Remi was always so drawn to when it came to the leopard. He could almost swoon and melt but if he let his guard down for even a split second, he would be caught up, and the festivities would be ruined. Today Remi had a choice…..ruin the magic with his strengthening illness or suck it up and make this holiday the most magical season of Levi’s whole life. Should he choose wisely, it could benefit them both. He looked over and smiled, genuinely over at the freckled man.

“Yeah, you’re right….” The moment between them lingering before they pulled up to the parking lot. The whole place was decked out in heavy Christmas decor, wreaths, lights and tinsel all strewn about the lights and buildings. “Wow it’s like Santa came down and threw up all over the place,” he chuckled, earning a decently enthused giggle from his mate.

“Isn’t it so pretty though?” Parking the vehicle in one of the hard to find, by this point in time, spots amongst the lot. “Oh man I hope we didn’t miss the pancakes!” Almost now completely in a rush as the cat pulled the key out the ignition and basically hopped from the vehicle. “Come on Remi!” He urged the other while Remi took a moment of silence to himself, he brought his index up and tickled his nose, just enough, just right…a little to the left… “hh—hEhTXSSHhh’ih!”finally…he had to indulge if only a little, or else who the fuck knows when he’d blow. Quickly trying to rid his face of the evidence he cleaned himself up, sniffled loudly and proceeded to force his way out of the car. “Let’s fucking do this….” He motivated himself before his feet hit the gravel of the parking lot. Once the ball was rolling the two of them, hand in hand, made their way inside, if not at a slightly rushed pace. Levi really wanted those pancakes.

“Have you had their breakfast before?” Remi asked curiously as he was more or less dragged toward the large shopping building.

“My mom, my sisters and I would come here for Christmas before things got really bad….” He smiled softly, remembering the the times with them fondly but happier to make new memories that weren’t tainted by the reality of what happened next. “I haven’t had these pancakes since the year Erin died,” his voice much more solemn as he remembered the void her death had left in their family. Remi sniffled against the cold air, one part from the oozing illness that leaked from his orifaces but in part because, he knew the story of Erin. How she overdosed and it shattered the entire family apart. Connie ran off with some dope dealer, his mom took her own life 2 years later and Levi was left to celebrate the holidays, alone.

Things weren’t always perfect before but they were decent enough…the hard days he would escape and Remi was always right there waiting for him on the other end of the screen. He relied on him. He felt whole again, when he was standing with him now, hand in hand. Determined to reinstate the things he loved about the holidays! The larger squeezed Levi’s fragile palm in his own calloused and roughened one, looking over and down at those cerulean beauty’s, he smiled, hiding the slick sound of “sNdf…” with a followed cough. As if that was going to make a difference, but regardless he grinned “well I can’t wait to try these magical pancakes then,” in return he received a brightened Levi, who’s eyes shut to relish in the feeling of the other’s positive validation.

They got up to the restaurant and Levi looked around before getting the attention of a nearby waitress. “Hi, Miss? Did we make it in time for the Christmas breakfast?” The woman stopped and looked around first, and at her watch second.

“Oooo 10:02 you just missed it, I’m so sorry,” instantly Remi felt bad. If he hadn’t been so resistant to get up, they’d have made it. If he had just simply gotten out of the damn bed, and didn’t fall back asleep….the wolf narrowed his harsh emerald eyes and then cleared his throat.

“You sure you can’t make an exception? It’s not that difficult to make like four more pancakes right?” He scoffed, almost with an aura of swagger to him, Levi bit his lower lip, his gaze turning back and forth between the two. The lady crossed her arms against her chest and raised a thin eyebrow.

“Sir, if I serve you up past the cut off time, others will also want to, and that opens us up to serious criticism that we could face backlash for next year….maybe next time, get out of bed earlier,” Remi almost stepped back from the heat this lady was putting off. Did she just? Did she just SASS him?

“Alright lady, you can try without the cunty ass attitude next time,” he spat back at her before very abruptly, and aggressively shoveling the rack of brochures over, papers scattering across the restaurant floor. “Let’s go babe, I’m sure I can probably make you something better than these jackasses,” mumbling crossly under his breath before pulling the cat from the scene altogether. Levi blinked a few times, before getting the chance to process he found himself outside the restaurant now and the distant sound of Christmas music echoing inside the mall.

“Remi, that was kind of mean…it’s not her fault we missed the time,” Levi looked up at the wolf now who was practically cartoonishly steaming from his ears. However, the combination between Levi’s words and look on his face immediately caused the large man to break.

“Fuck….you’re right….sndf…” He snuffled gently, looking away, he felt embarrassed, he couldn’t keep his cool for ten seconds and just called that lady out of name for some fucking pancakes. He sighed. “I’m really sorry about that….look let’s go look for those sweaters and I promise, either I can make you some pancakes later, or we can try again tomorrow for pancakes…I fucked up, that was on me….I felt bad cause I didn’t get up in time….I took it out on her,” he shook his head, looking down at his feet, he scratched the back of his neck. What was he going to do? The rage only built up so fast because truthfully, the small walk from car to building wore him out. He was getting impatient with this cold brewing inside him, taking control of who he is.

Yet with determination to keep it at bay, he swallowed it to have a better experience with his boyfriend. “I forgive you, Rem, it’s okay, we all have our moments….we can try again tomorrow, I know you’ll really like them…and we can bring the waitress an apology gift as well,” the wolf did not like this idea, he wanted to sink into a puddle and throw a fit. However, he restrained himself well, he even put on a tender enough smile, and said

“Good idea, Kitten,” pulling the smaller male into his chest with a swift motion, and kissing him on top of his white hairs. Levi giggled holding closely to Remi for a moment before reluctantly pulling away. Lucky for the wolf, as the wild strands of hair had just started to rejuvenate that once faded feeling of needing to sneeze.

“Christmas sweaters????” His face beamed again, there it was. He managed to bring that gleam back to his favorite person’s face, it couldn’t get much better than that. A good enough distraction, well, motivation to eat whatever was brewing upward. Nodding with a low chuckle he agreed, taking each other hand in hand again before making their way swiftly toward the first store decorated in the appropriate festivities, Spencer’s. They didn’t have to look very far before they ran face first into the holiday attire up for sale in the front of the store. The cringiest, most foul sweaters painted their eyes and immediately it warranted a loud cackle from the white haired male.

“Oh my god I want this one,” a blue black and white themed Christmas sweater with, well, festively decorated dicks all over it, with the words “All I want for Christmas” sprawled crudely along the top of the holiday peeni. Remi almost choked on his laughter, shaking his head back and forth. He wanted to lose himself in this moment completely, but he could feel that feeling again, making itself more and more known through each passing second. His head burning, knees weakening and mouth salivating. He was going to crack. He needed to press on but his body was rejecting him. Doing what he could to swallow it, he scanned over the options of sweaters before landing on one he actually liked.

“Okay but this one? I like them real big and sprucey? Too good…” his hand draping over the red material of the sweater he was pointing out. They both shared another moment of giggles and chatter as they shuffled through the different options. “I don’t know, I still really like thick and sprucey…..” trying to be slick, he turned his head, and snuffled into his jacket, “SnDdf…” Levi noticed the action but didn’t think too much into it, as he figured, maybe the wolf was trying to place a scent. There were a few bad ones that wafted past them. The cat ignored it, looking back to the sweaters.

“Yeah I don’t blame you, I really like the dicks one….” Pausing in contemplation before he chirped again “Lets get em!” he nudged the wolf with his elbow, the raven haired man raising a brow before smirking at his boyfriend with approval.

“Bet,” he pulled out his wallet and handed the leopard his card. “On me, go get em… Imma look at their band tees real fast,” Levi nodded before scampering off, and truthfully, Remi did want to browse the shirts, but in reality, he just wanted a moment alone to….

Looking around once, twice, he brought the back of his hand up to his nose and began to violently scratch at it, pushing it into circles, the flesh of his hand getting wet with ick. “Fuuuuu….” He almost moaned it felt so good. As much as he wished this was a solution, it really only made matters infinitely worse because that small itch turned into a very pronounced sensation. Static started to fill his brain, and his eyes began to water….the incense burning throughout the store was also not in fact helping him fight it off. Levi was still in line….it wouldn’t hurt to just… “-h’dtTISHh! ,” he covered his mouth with two palms clasped around his face, allowing whatever mess he left, to scatter across his hands. He pulled them back but the light caught his slowly opening eyes and once again found himself lurching forward “HI’DTSCHIEW!” This was much louder and caught the attention of another nearby customer.

“Bless you!” She said kindly, nodding her head in his direction. Remi ignored it. He had to get himself back to normal, he had to find the strength inside his soul to swallow whatever was still wanting to burst out of him. He groaned, wiping his nose on the inside of his sweater, then his eyes against the hem of his sleeves. He looked over in the small mirror by the hats and found himself looking presentable enough under the dense lighting of the store. Having just gotten it together he turned around, spooked to see Levi standing there bag in hand.

“What if we put these on and took some photos with Santa??” The male wiggled back and forth with his hands gripping the handle of the store bag, twisting it with excitement. The other’s eye twitched. A photo? With Santa? He wanted to rip his own arms off and eat them over taking a picture with Santa but the second he made any sign of dismay at the idea, Levi’s face also fell a bit. Shaking his head and hands Remi panicked.

“No no it’s fine I just….I look terrible….” He muttered trying to be as truthful as he could. He did. So he thought.

“You’re handsome! Stop that!” He frowned and furrowed at the other. Remi took a deep breath in and plastered the best smile on his face that he could.

“Thanks Kitten, alright, let’s go get that photo,” he really would absolutely do anything for the cat, including swallow his own rage and pain to give the man a lifetime of a happy memory. He swore he wouldn’t allow himself to ruin it, and this was him holding himself to that. They left Spencer’s and crossed the mall in order to get in line at the photo station with Santa and the “North Pole”. While inching closer to the front every few minutes, Levi pulled out their sweaters and encouraged Remi to slide off his hoodie for an exchange. He did so, but at what cost, for the fabric slid and tickled his aching nose on it’s way off. Oh god. It was gonna happen again wasn’t it? No he had to hold it in….or should he get it out before? He panicked. Now he had a time crunch and a decision to make in it.

Was he supposed to sneeze right now and play it off like he’s just allergic to something in the air or wait til after the photo and risk blowing his top on Chris Kringle? What to do what to do….he pulled the sweater over top his head and Levi did the same. He was still locked in choice paralysis, unable to decide which of the two options would make more sense but it was too late by the time he figured he could confidently make that choice….he and Levi were up next. “Okay just pose with Santa and on the count of 3 say Merry Christmas!” The employee dressed in a cheap elf costume tried to speak with enthusiasm but just the same as Remi, they both did not wanna be here. He took a deep breath and walked toward the strange man in the Santa costume. It’s fine. It’s no big deal.

In fact, he felt like it was going away after all, maybe he would be able to have one good memory of this mall trip. He stood on the left side of the man’s throne and Levi stood on the right hand side, both men posing with a cheerful grin, but as the camera man began to count down. 3….

Remi scrunched his nose, trying to fight it, but it only got stronger. He did it again. 2….this time a larger circle and putting his all into it. Nothing worked and by the count of 1 as the flash hit his eyes, he was already mouth wide open. “Hd’IZTSsHHhhh’ih!!!” Loudly and rudely the mist of sick and saliva sprinkled across the unsuspecting Santa‘s face, the camera capturing the horrendous moment forever in a single shot that would certainly be pulled out every year for a laugh. The look of absolute disgust written across Kringle’s face, Levi standing there innocently smiling, blissfully unaware of how this photo was going to turn out, and Remi, slacked jawed, one squinted eye, one buldging…sneezing across the man himself. Mr Clause. He would be apologetic, but he just felt shameful. “I’m….so fucking sorry….” He admitted to the stranger who only blinked twice and immediately worked to wipe off the dust spackle of germs that had assaulted his face.

“Merry Christmas,” the man said with a stone cold tone, and immediately Remi took his leave, didn’t stop to get the photo or even take a glance at what horrors awaited him. No. He just found himself a nice spot behind a big fake tree to hide his beating red face. He just sneezed onto a complete stranger, in front of a camera….IN FRONT OF HIS BOYFRIEND. He’d never been more humiliated. He was stunned. Why did the universe hate him so much? His knees buckled under the weight of his stress and also at the burning fever that now raged inside his head. There wasn’t any coming back from this and when he was approached by Levi who held the envelope of evidence in hand, he shyed from the idea of even making eye contact.

“Remi, are you okay?” He asked gently, stepping closer to the man, noticing a complete difference in his demeanor now, almost like a kicked puppy.

“No….Im sick…and I probably just got that guy sick and in a few days, probably you too….” He confessed and with the most pitiful look written across his face, managed to gaze over at Levi. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you…”

“Hey….,” Levi stepped closer reaching out to caress Remi’s face “Hey…it’s alright, I get why you did,” he shrugged his shoulders simply, trying not to make a big deal out of the situation, just continuing to brush his hand across the larger’s flushed cheek.

“You do?” Pathetic green eyes looked up into sympathetic blue ones.

“You wanted me to have a good time here, and to create that memory, huh?” Levi’s gentle gaze, was like a tender hug, a caress in itself and immediately washed away Remi’s need to bury his head in the sand. He loosened.

“Yeah….” Responding with a softened tone now, still listening and waiting for the rest of what the man was going to say.

“Well, we did!” He giggled, Remi now looked puzzled and stood a bit straighter, the cat wrapped his arms loosely around the larger.

“I’ll always remember this Christmas as the one where you FULLY sneezed on Santa,” Lifting his hand up to cover his mouth while he laughed, Remi furrowed his brows and shook his head.

“Nooooo….i don’t want that….” He groaned loudly throwing himself back against the fake tree with dramatic embarrassment again.

“No but Remi this picture is so fricken funny….” He tried to shimmy it out of the envelope but Remi blocked his view of seeing it with an open hand.

“Stooooop I’ll vomit…dude it’s so fucking embarrassing… he was so mad…” groaning, he couldn’t help but feel panicked again. God that guy probably hated him, and if he didn’t now he for sure would later.

“Fuck him,” Levi laughed before wrapping his arms around the other again and setting his cheek against him. “I appreciate you…I had a good time, but let’s get you home to rest okay?” He looked up, chin resting on the other’s chest now.

“Alright, I can’t deny I’d give my two front teeth to lay down in bed right now…” he groaned letting his head fall to rest on Levi’s. After a moment of allowing the wolf to use him as a crutch, they slowly peeled away from each other.

The two of them gathered their things and made their way out of the mall, trying to avoid any contact with people as they did so. While also attempting to keep the mood light, Levi played music on their way back, so Remi could rest his mind, which he did, enough to even fall asleep in the car. When they arrived back at the house it almost felt like he teleported. “Rem, we’re home,” the cat tapped his boyfriend’s shoulder gently to wake him. “Let’s get you in bed, hm?” He smiled over at the half alive man.

“Mmh…Kay…” he responded, Levi helped him unbuckle his seat belt as he had struggled by himself to do so. Then managed his way out of the door, stumbling into the house. “What ‘bout couch?” By this time, standing felt a whole lot worse than it had before they had gotten in the car. Now it felt like gravity was pulling him straight down into the depths of hell where he belonged.

“No, no, come on, you can make it to the bedroom, I believe in you,” he let out an airy laugh, scrambling under the man’s arm to help almost float him toward the room. “Shoot….I let you sleep for 15 minutes and your body shuts completely down! I swear!” He huffed, holding quite the weight against him as he shoveled the man into bed, plopping him on top of the mattress with a loud *THUMF* “There…now let me go get you some meds, and water and you can go to sleep after,”

“What about decorating the tree?” Remi’s voice raspy with sleep, but still concerned for his little cat’s holiday.

“We can do that in a few days when you’re feeling stronger okay? Don’t worry about it right now,” threading his fingers through the wolf’s slightly dampened hair.

“Okay….Levi?” Remi asked in a gentle tone, almost like a shy child.

“Yes, baby?” The white haired man responded with tender caution, turning as he paused in the doorway.

“I love you,” The wolf’s mouth pulled into a half smile and his eyes sparkled with genuine gratefulness and love. Truthfully he hadn’t ever felt so loved, so cared for in all his entire life.

“I love you too, handsome,” his response followed by a softened smile, he just wanted to curl up next to him, but knew without proper care the wolf would only get worse. So out the door he went to retrieve the proper meds and supplies.

Though they didn’t make the memories Levi was expecting to this Christmas season, he was more than happy with the ones they made. Was it messy? Yes. But so were the moments he had as a kid, but this was much more comforting. A sick partner laid up in his bed, as he tended and mended him back to health. A photo of the memory they would look back on and be able to laugh at. The leopard truly couldn’t have asked for anything better, and in return neither could the wolf. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so seen, supported and taken care of. This WAS special, even if it seemed a little mundane.

For the first time in both their adult lives, they had Christmas spirit again, and were actually incredibly grateful for it.

The End.

Author’s Notes: Oops dropping a fluffy snzy Christmas fic in Jan. I hate myself too guys :^) this was supposed to end with smut but if I wanted to get this out before next holiday, I gotta be honest, I had to take it out. I can’t write smut to save my LIFE right now. However I hope you enjoyed this fun little Christmas themed snack. I’ll do better next year 😭🤣 @aller-geez did the art and owns Remi!

[sirowsky-stories]

Grumpy Pumpkin

Sirowsky's 600 & 700 Followers Celebration

Submitted by @heareball Prompt #3: You're supposed to carve the pumpkin, not crush it. Character: Pero Tovar

Rating: Teen Warnings: Pero Tovar x Gender Neutral Reader. AU. Established relationship. Pero's having a day. Word Count: 750 Masterlist of the Celebration Sirowsky's Main Masterlist

   “Stop pouting over there, there’s a perfectly good pumpkin waiting for you over here. Look, I even made sure that yours is bigger than mine, so you won’t feel inferior,” you said, casually pointing at the large orange ball at the other end of the table, while glaring intently at him.

   He’d been sitting in a corner sulking all day because you’d chosen to carve decorations rather than help him work on his car. Which was kinda ridiculous because you never helped anything out there anyway, you didn’t know any of that stuff, so it was just boring for you to passively participate in.    But you still humored him now and then, which was why you were getting back at him today, because he rarely did the same for you and you were a bit sick of it.

   “Fine. Be that way. But if you’re not gonna help then get out of the kitchen. I don’t sit and glare at you when you’re tinkering with that engine and talking about the moon for all I know about cars, hour after hour after hour.    Go on, scoot!” you chastised him, threatening to throw pumpkin seeds at him if he wasn’t gonna listen either.

   “Fine,” he sourly grumbled, but instead of leaving, he came to the table and picked up a knife, stabbing it into the top of the pumpkin and then carving off the lid.

   You were so unprepared for it that you stopped working as you watched him, mildly mesmerized by the sight of him handling the blade. He’d always been fantastically skillful with knives.    Then, once he had the top off, he switched to a scooping tool and started emptying the thing, but he was so forceful in his efforts that he risked destroying it.

   “Hey, take it easy. It’s not a sprint. You’re supposed to try and have fun with this.”

   “What’s so funny about a fucking pumpkin? It’s just a big orange blob with holes in it…”

   “See, that offends me, because I’ve been working on this one for two hours and I think it looks pretty damned good,” you countered, before turning your blob around so that he could see the truly excellent scary face you were just about done with.

   He merely glared at it for a few seconds, then returned to his carving, so you put the finishing touches to your masterpiece and immediately got started on the next one.    You kept close watch on what he was doing, though, so you noticed that he started cutting the face without drawing it first, but you refrained from commenting on it.    About a minute later, you suddenly heard a minor breaking sound, and looked up to find him holding half the face of his blob in his hand.

   “Pero… You’re supposed to carve the pumpkin, not crush it,” you whined, and without missing a beat, he turned his head to give you a perfectly executed side-eye.

   “I didn’t like the way it looked at me,” he grumbled, and within a second you were suddenly doubled over in laughter because his delivery was spot on, flawless comedic timing.

   Whether he’d meant it as a joke or not, your reaction apparently rubbed off on him, because he was soon on the floor with you, laughing hysterically.    After a day of so much tension, the sudden levity was more than welcome, it was needed, and you both allowed it to feed you all the positivity that you’d been keeping each other away from with your taciturn antics.    Which was why, by the time you’d stopped giggling, you were sitting huddled together against the kitchen counter, leaning on each other.

   This was your routine. The tension never lasted too long between you, but it could get really intense at times, which almost always led to stuff like this.    Because he wasn’t a grumpy person at all, that was just a smoke screen. He asked you to join him in the garage sometimes simply because he got lonely out there. And he joined in with the pumpkins for the same reason, even though he knew that it would backfire because he really didn’t have a clue of how to properly carve one.

   And as much as he might’ve hated feeling ignorant, he hated being alone more.

   “I love you, grouch,” you warmly reaffirmed.

   “It really did look at me funny,” he said, teasing you, so you slapped him lightly over his chest, making him chuckle. “I love you too, pumpkin.”

THE END

Thank you, Ashlee! This got a bit deeper than I'd intended, but I kinda love the dynamic between them and the underlying understanding that even though it might look like they're angry or annoyed with each other, it's all just for show.

@pedrostories @harriedandharassed

[innytoes]

Sleepy prompts! Gonna be mean and ask for 7 for Ray/Rose/Reggie because of the angst potential

The dream actually started nice. He was playing with a puppy. It was small and cute, and soft, and it had floppy ears. He was pretty sure it was his, and that it loved him. They were on the beach, and he was a little nervous about it getting to close to the waves, but he was there in case the puppy couldn't run away from a big wave in time.

"Typical Reggie," he heard a voice behind him. "Always too focused on dogs."

"Says the guy who's only focused on music," Alex responded, in this snarky tone. He whirled around, and there they were. His boys.

"Luke!" he shouted, tackling the guy into the sand and hugging him tight. Then, he did the same to Alex, to Bobby. Except they didn't seem too happy to see him.

"Shouldn't you be watching the dog?" Bobby said, pointing to the ocean, just in time for Reggie to turn and see the puppy getting swept up by a wave. He sprinted to the water, but he couldn't find the little dog in the waves, and when he called for help, Luke, Alex, and Bobby were just sitting there, staring at him.

"Guys, help me!" he called. "The puppy!" He frantically searched the water. No, no, no, this couldn't be happening, he was just distracted for a second. "Guys!"

Except when he looked back, the guys weren't watching him anymore. They were vomiting up blood, and he ran back, shouting for help. But the beach was empty, nobody was going to call for help. And even if they did, it would be too late. It was too late.

He reached Alex first, trying to roll him on his side like he'd seen on TV, but he just shook his head.

"You're too late again," he echoed Reggie's thoughts.

"If you hadn't been so fucking obsessed with dogs, this wouldn't have happened," Bobby said.

"I'm sorry," Reggie choked out.

"I guess we weren't important enough," Luke shrugged, sounding hurt and resigned.

"That's not true," Reggie said. "No, Luke, you're the most important thing, I'm sorry, guys no, come back, I'm sorry... No, no, no..."

"Reggie!"

All of a sudden, he wasn't on the beach anymore. He was in a bed. A big, warm bed, except it wasn't warm anymore, because someone had pulled away the covers, and he was shaking, freezing.

"Hey," a soft voice said. "It was just a bad dream." Warm hands wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and he curled into Ray's arms, sobbing.

"Oh, tesoro," Rose whispered. Her hands were warm too, her body warm as she plastered herself against his back. "You're okay. You're safe. We've got you. It was just a nightmare."

But it wasn't. It wasn't just a nightmare and he wasn't okay. He'd lost them, he'd lost them again, he just kept losing them, every single time.

The covers were pulled over him again, until he was wrapped in a warm cocoon, Ray and Rose wrapped around him.

"Don't leave me," he whimpered. He wasn't sure who he was talking to.

But Ray pressed a kiss to his hair. "We won't. Never ever."

And they didn't. Through all the nightmares, and the therapy, and the relapses and setbacks, they stayed. They stayed and loved him, confessed their love for him, and he confessed right back. They were there for his first album, for his breakdown afterwards. They were there on every birthday, anniversary, random Tuesday when something reminded him of Luke, or Bobby, or Alex. They were there when he finally adopted that dog.

They were there, until one day, Reggie struggled awake and out of bed, padding down the hall to the sound of little cries.

"Hey, little pumpkin," he said, gently pulling Julie out of bed and cuddling her in his lap. "It's okay. It was just a bad dream."

[lfnr-blog-blog-blog]

White Picket Fence

Pairing | Bucky x f!reader, OC (Cameron) x f!reader

Warnings | Mentions of injury, blood, non graphic domestic abuse, arranged marriage. MINOR DNI. Please don't read if this could be triggering for you, as always my inbox is always open if you need to talk or need help escaping a situation.

Summary | Running from a situation you don't want to be in leads to making a message for the true love of your life.

A/N | Thank you to @riverevelations being there for me tonight. I love and adore you and thank you for letting me bounce ideas off of you. and thank you to @extremelyblackandwhite for encouraging me to use this prompt. Part 2

Angsty prompt: "Know that I loved you, Know that it wasn't enough."

Faith is a funny thing, people always promise that if you have enough faith some higher power will solve all your problems, well I don't subscribe to that theory. Faith sucks, trying to believe in something that has real consequences when you cannot see, touch or interact with it.

You break through the trees, out of breath and soaked to the bone. Your panic shows in the breaths you can see in front of you, the snow falling around the shack you have been sprinting towards as the sun started to dip below the horizon. Nearly falling as you mount the stairs to the one hope of help, Bucky, you can just hear him, “Three more steps doll.” Reaching the door, “Now open the door, step inside and find something to stop the bleeding.” Activating the flashlight on your cell phone you find the towels, pressing them to your side to help stem the bleeding from the stitches you ripped open, running from the monster at the party.

Love should be enough to make faith work, faith that you would find me, faith that I could be saved, faith that we would get our happy ever after, but like I said faith is something that I cannot believe in. The concept of faith increasingly fleeting as I lie here bleeding.

It all started so nicely, a party in your honor, celebrating your engagement to Cameron, you didn’t want to be there but your family insisted on a grand party, drinks flowing, fancy food, and stuffy clothes. You should have felt like a princess in the dress your fiancé made you wear but you felt nothing but trapped, the large skirt with its layers of tulle suffocating, the top too tight, too revealing. This wedding, nothing more than a scheme to keep you quiet, his family happy, and your dad richer, and Cameron in control of you. His method of control more violent as each day passes, the stitches on your ribs from his most recent outburst. It ended with you running out of the roundhouse and into the woods, running from the danger in the room. His hands wrapped around your arm, holding you in a bone crushing grip, whispered threats swirling through your brain, disguised as kisses to your temple. A marriage of convenience and nothing else, everyone to make sure you were aware of that glaringly obvious fact.

Bucky's voice starts again, “Hold pressure doll, I am coming for you. Just tell me where you are. Click the button on your necklace.” You are barely able to press the beacon with the shaking in your hands. He is nearly a day away, stuck at a conference with Steve, but the beacon will alert him. Stripping the dress from your body, trying to get warm under anything you can find, an old tarp, a ratty blanket, and damp newspaper. You pull out your phone, the X at the top telling you that you won’t be able to reach him, which you knew anyways. Looking at the pictures of the love of your life, your Bucky, the pictures he took on top of the Ferris wheel this June, pumpkins in the fall, and the snow that was falling around you now, picture of the two you doing what you loved most, being with the other. The puddle of blood growing despite your efforts to stall it. You click over to the camera, taking one last message for him.

We should have had it all Bucky, all the ups and downs, the fights, the kisses, the white dress and pretty flowers. Three kids and a dog, the white picket fence. But instead we are cut short, nothing but convenience ending our future. Know that I loved you, know that it wasn’t enough. Not enough to save us from this fate, I would have given you the world, but now all I can give you is this, a cold body and a video saying goodbye. Faith can’t save us now. I loved you Bucky Barnes, and I would have loved to be your doll forever.

You click the camera off as you wipe the tears from the darkness growing in your eyes. His voice coming to you one last time “I love you doll.”

[sunshinemarauder]

You're Worth Splinching For - Chapter One

Prompt: “You come here often?” “This is literally my house.”

banner by @the-dream-team <3

AO3

“Go back to your compartments, there’s another hour till the train stops!” Remus Lupin calls out to the gaggle of first years standing in the middle of the aisleway clutching their Muggle clothing in their arms.

Next to Remus, Lily Evans suppresses a smile as she watches one of the girls’ shoulders sag, her hopeful expression drooping as she turns to trudge away.

She remembers, quite vividly, the train ride at the end of her first year; the anticipation of going home and seeing her parents and sister after nearly half a year; the wild, outlandish, slightly exaggerated stories she couldn’t wait to share with them.

As the firsties clear out of the aisle, she turns to her patrol-mate, Remus, another sixth-year Gryffindor and a good friend of Lily’s.

They’ve been patrolling the train for the past half hour now, dealing with overeager kids who think it wise to sprint full speed between compartments and newly of-age students using magic to complete the simplest tasks (hint: using wingardium leviosa to levitate a squirming Chocolate Frog into your friend’s mouth only ends in a messy, sticky disaster). Oh, the woes of being a prefect.

“Ready to go back?” she prompts, leaning one elbow on the wall, glancing sideways at Remus.

He nods, smiling slightly. “Am I ever.”

They maneuver their way through the train, dodging the Trolley Lady a surprising number of times — it’s almost like she’s following them around? — and finally reach the compartment where their friends sit, Lily pulling open the door and gesturing for Remus to enter before following.

“Welcome back, dear Prefects,” Sirius says grandiosely, spreading his hands and inclining his head in a show of mock respect. “Stopped by to say hullo to your ordinary friends, did you?”

Remus rolls his eyes and pointedly takes a seat next to Dorcas and Peter, opposite Sirius. Lily just ignores him, instead dropping into the spot by Mary.

“Hey, you,” Mary says, nudging Lily with her foot.

“Hey, yourself,” Lily echoes, nudging her back. “Bought you a pumpkin pasty.”

She hands Mary the sweet and pockets the sickles she receives in return.

“What are your plans for the summer, boys?” Dor asks, leaning back in her seat and bracing her elbows on the headrest. “My uncle’s taking Mother and I to Uganda to visit Auntie’s hometown.”

They all ooh and aah appropriately, Lily privately wishing that her uncle would take her abroad; but she’s never even left the UK and she hasn’t seen any of her uncles in years, so it’s about as likely to happen as Petunia falling in love with Dumbledore. No chance in hell, basically.

“Granny wants me to stay with her until August,” Peter says, grimacing. “She’s got a place up in Holyhead, I think. Haven’t been there since I was eight or so.”

“Isn’t your gran a Muggle, Pete?” Sirius asks. “What’s a Muggle doing in Holyhead?”

Lily bursts out laughing, sharing an amused glance with Remus.

“Holyhead isn’t a wizarding settlement, Black,” she says wryly, “it’s a town in Wales, actually. Muggles go there all the time.”

Not her family, of course. Never her family. But Mum had mentioned, offhand, that she had some cousins who lived Holyhead and spent a few weeks up in Wales when she was younger. She hadn’t been in decades; the Evans family never had enough to spare even for a train fare and few days of hotel booking.

“Mam’s family is from Wales, near Holyhead,” Remus adds. “Thought you knew that already, Padfoot.”

Sirius has the decency to look abashed. “Right, of course. Muggles in Holyhead. Right.”

“Purebloods,” Mary mutters under her breath, and Lily hides her smirk by ducking her head.

“Anyway,” Remus says, still sounding amused, “I don’t have any plans. Probably just hanging around these two.” He jerks his thumb to point at James and Sirius, the former who grins lazily and flicks his finger at Sirius’ shoulder, his hazel eyes glinting from under his glasses as he smiles charmingly.

“What about you, Sirius? Your summers must be awful! Aren’t your parents horrid?” Dorcas asks, rather tactlessly in Lily’s opinion.

Sirius’ gaze clouds over for a moment before it’s gone — so quickly that Lily wonders if she imagined it.

“I’m not living at the old family house anymore, so I was thinking about fixing up a Muggle motorbike,” he says casually.

Lily perks up immediately, forgetting about her momentary confusion at his living situation. “A motorbike? We still have Da’s 60s’ Bonnie,” there’s a familiar twinge of grief in her heart that she studiously ignores, “so I know how to ride one if you’re looking for tips.”

Sirius’ eyes light up. “Really? Blimey, Jacks, you’re not the stuck-up goody-two-shoes I thought you were!”

Lily scoffs, “You’re only saying that because of the bike.”

“Obviously,” comments Sirius, grinning.

“Why am I not surprised that you want to ride a motorcycle?” Mary sighs. “Really, it’s a shame I didn’t predict it — of course you’d be the type to do that.”

Sirius winks roguishly. “Goes with my rebellious persona, doesn’t it?”

“The only persona it goes with is of you being an absolute dumbass,” James comments mildly, his shoulders slumped, relaxing the white fabric of his school shirt. “Can’t wait for Mum to chew you out for exploding the garage when you inevitably try to bewitch the bike and try to make it go underwater or some other dumb shit.”

Lily’s forehead puckers. So, Sirius is living with the Potters? Now that she thinks about it, it does make sense for him to stay with James if he ran away from home like the rumours said, so why is she surprised...

James’ comment doesn’t go unnoted by Mary and Dorcas, who exchange pointed glances.

“And you, Potter? Any summer plans?” Mary interjects, glancing quickly at Lily before turning back to James.

Lily frowns slightly. Her friends have been doing that more often lately — say something to James and then look at her pointedly — and she has no idea why.

She suspects that they’re trying to tell her something that she should already know, but she’s unsure about what they are implying. If it were last year, she would assume that it was just Mary and Dor being hellbent on proving that James fancied her (unfortunately, she got confirmation of their suspicions in the worst possible way after their Defense OWL), but it’s been over a year since the incident, and he’s shown no signs of fancying her anymore.

“Just the usual,” James says, “but I’m planning on practicing apparition. It’s awful, not having my license.”

Lily snaps her fingers, eager to have an easy way out of the confusion going on inside her mind. “That’s right! You were the only Gryffindor not to pass your apparition test!”

“No need to rub it in,” he says glumly, hand jumping up to muss his already wild ink-black hair. “I’m pants at apparition, we all know.”

She smirks. “The great James Potter, admitting that he isn’t all-talented. Is this my lucky day?”

“Well, at least we both agree I’m talented at everything else,” he shoots back cheekily. When she opens her mouth to disagree, he holds up a hand. “Your words, not mine!”

Lily glares at him, a flush appearing across her cheeks. “You’re insufferable.”

He grins before his smile drops and he sighs. “As talented as I may be, I’m still useless at apparition. I’m definitely going to fail the test at the end of summer.”

He looks so downtrodden and — dare she say it — endearing that, before she can think it through, her mouth opens and she blurts out, “I can teach you over the summer, if you want.”

When everyone stares at her like she grew two heads out of nowhere, she adds defensively, “What? I’m a kind person!”

“Debatable,” Mary stage-whispers, so Lily elbows her in the side.

James is still staring at her like she’s out of her mind.

“If you don’t want me to, that’s fine,” she says quickly, embarrassment roiling in her gut as her cheeks flame.

“No, of course I do!” James says hastily, tripping over his words, “Um, that would be great. Thank you.”

She relaxes, her shoulders slumping downward. “Oh, good.” Dor is gaping and Mary is smirking, so she quickly backtracks. “I mean — I don’t mind helping, you know, so you don’t fail your test, not because — not that I — erm, anyway. Owl me what time works for you.”

Merlin, have they always been this awkward around each other?

She studiously avoids everyone’s inquisitive stares, instead choosing to bore a hole into her lap with her flushed gaze.

“Okay,” James says quickly, “I’ll owl you. Okay.”

There’s a long silence, the quiet hanging in the air like a thick, smothering blanket.

Just as it’s beginning to get unbearable, Sirius breaks it with a cheerful, “So, who’s up for a game of Irish Jacks? Maybe this time one of us will beat Lily bloody Evans!”

And just as abruptly as it ended, the chatting and joking is back full force, everyone scrambling to grab the cards Peter is dealing before someone else can — or worse; before they start screaming their contents to everyone.

Irish Jacks is an absurdly involved game, taught to all of them back in second year by sixth years Fabian and Gideon Prewett, and popularized by the Marauders at post-Quidditch match parties over the years.

Lily may not be a Quidditch junkie, but let it be known that she is just as competitive as any Quidditch player — competitive to the point where she’s been dubbed Queen of Jacks because of her countless wins, more than any other Gryffindor ever.

Mary’s cards whisper something that Lily strains to hear — was that a seven that it said, or a one? — but it’s drowned out by Dorcas’, whose cards scream “NINEFOURTHREESIX!” when she fails to pick them up in time.

Dor places her cards face up on top of the table Sirius conjured, groaning as she picks up another set of cards. Lily claps her on the back, smiling good-naturedly, though she’s secretly plotting how to utilize her newfound knowledge against her friend. Would it be wiser to reveal her hand earlier, or bluff and risk being caught...?

Remus plays first, placing a set of nines on the table to match the top card of Dor’s pile, and Lily bites her lip, narrowing her eyes as James plays a nine-eight-seven, Sirius another seven, and then when Peter takes a moment too long, the top cards turn into ashes.

By the time it’s her turn, she has the perfect play idea; it’ll take a few rounds to complete, but she’s sure she can win. After all, they don’t call her Jacks for nothing.

“Blimey, Jacks!” Peter says, amazed, when three rounds later she’s the only one with a perfect record of no missed cards and several sets. “How d’you manage it?”

She allows herself a smug smirk as she shuffles the cards in her hand. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“We would, actually,” James pipes up, chuckling as he meets her gaze (was his laugh always so... nice?). “I’d pay good money to learn your trade secrets.”

She hums, faux-thoughtfully, before him a offering sardonic smile. “It’s not something that can be learned, Potter, really,” she says haughtily. “You have to be born with the gift.”

“Born with the gift of... what, being talented at Irish Jacks?” he asks, amused.

She nods self-importantly. “Precisely.”

James shakes his head, bemused. “Whatever you say, Evans.”

His gaze is too warm for her to meet headlong, so instead, she looks down at her cards, smiling. If she plays her cards cleverly, the next round could solidify her win — or, alternatively, it could bring her down to square one, behind all her friends, breaking her long streak of wins dating back to fourth year.

She plucks a four from the pile and strokes the glossy edges of the card.

Good thing she likes taking risks, then.

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[hollowedwing]

Are you still taking request? If you are, can you do an alpha hawks x omega phoenix!reader but the reader is a circus performer? Hawks just happens to have a day off and sees a famous circus is in town (cirque du soleil vibes) and decides to fulfill one of his childhood fantasies and see a circus show. here's one of my fave movie circus performances for some inspo => Malang Song | DHOOM:3 | Aamir Khan, Katrina Kaif

A/n: Omg, I've actually never gotten a request before :o sorry this took a little while also!

I uhhh, I've never ever written Omega Alpha stuff before? But I'll try my best at it! Thank you for the video refs also! I'm...going to kind of base the performance off of it? So uhh, here we go I guess! (Im also hoping by Phoenix reader, you meant, reader has a pheonix quirk...I sincerely apologize)

Alpha!Hawks x Phoenix!gn!Reader

⚠️Warnings: A liiitle suggestive?

Finally! Keigo finally finally got to take a personal day. He decided he'd take this chance to cross something off of his childhood bucket list.

He'd always wanted to go see the traveling circus. This type of circus was more like Cirque du Soleil. He was flying through the city one day when he saw a new billboard going up. Now, Keigo's always wanted to see a circus, but when he saw the billboard featuring another winged human with vibrant orange and red hued wings smack dab in the middle of it, he definitely had to go. To say the least you were absolutely stunning.

He eagerly walked in to the stands, with popcorn in hand, and took a seat in a special section with more room for his own wings. The area was dimly lit and there was soft chatter amongst the crowd, eagerly awaiting the performances.

Soon the houselights went out and stage lights flicked on with pyrotechnics going off around it. The male lead began the performance, coming out very strong and confident. The crowd watched in awe with all of the graceful dance moves and dangerous stunts happening on stage.

Soo it was your turn to make an appearance. The spotlight jumped to your firgure, gracefully perched on a hoop just hanging from a wire above the stage. You had your vibrant sunset hue wings spread magnificently to their full span. Your costume was jewled up, glimmering in the lights. It was very form fitting, allowing it to show off your slim, athletic figure.

Hawks could not take his eyes off of you. You're even sweeter scent leaking off of you smelled somewhere between pumpkin and vanilla. When his eyes locked with yours for a split second he knew he wanted you all for himself. He was absolutely mesmerized with your quirk too. You have a regeneration aspect and wings? Bloody brilliant mate.

As you spun and swung on your hoop, you started singing. The audience was awestruck by your voice. It was almost as melodic as a siren. Alluring with a hint if danger and power.

During your performance, when you would be swung over the crow, you reached out and brushed Keigo's chin with your hand when you got close enough to the stands. Eventually you leapt off your hoop, gliding down to the stage with your wings poofed out. You gracefully land in your dance partner's arms and begin the duo choreography.

Keigo feels a little bit of jealousy come over him as he sees the other alpha male getting to hold you in his strong grip as he swings you about. Throughout the rest of the show, Keigo couldn't stop from gazing at you. He was determined to meet with you afterwards. Your stage presence was overwhelming. Everyone could sense your confidence, which made it even more hypnotizing.

By the end of the show, Keigo wanted to scent you and probably mark you. He wanted you. Badly. He just knew he had to find you.

You on the other hand, were already planning on how you would 'coincidentally' run into the #2 pro hero before he might take off. Off course, your managers were having the main stars stay behind for about 1 hour to allow viewers a chance to pay to get a photo taken with any or all of you. You were either hoping to meet Hawks through that, but you figured you chances of that were so low, you were going to try to sneak out before hand for even just a few minutes.

Dashing out of your dressing room, you made a bee line for the main lobby area in hopes the Hawks would still be out there. You craned your neck in every direction just to catch a glimpse of his gorgeous red wings. After 5-10min of hunting, you could find him nowhere, or smell his scent that you had drank in during your perfomance. Your manager walked up to you, irritated, and huffed that you needed to go to the photo section this instant and to not run off like that again.

Keigo heard about the photo ops and immediately hunted for the location once he got out of the stands. He was willing to pay just about anything to be near you again. While waiting in the long line he took a feather off of his wing, made sure it was well scented, and attached a small piece of paper onto it.

About 20 minutes into the photo session, you finally saw large red wings in the line. Your insides jumped for joy and with nervousness. You wanted so badly to be near him again. The split second swing by just wasn't enough. A happy scent could be smelled leaking from you.

Keigo drank it in. Getting more and more impatient to reach the front of the line. Finally, FINALLY making it to the front. The moment you both locked eyes, it felt like time stopped.

With having to stay professional, as this was a public setting still, Keigo couldn't just pounce on you and nuzzle his face into your neck. You two didn't actually know each other and that would not make for great press yet.

Hawks walked up to you, a bit shy, but mostly holding his confident alpha stance. His smile was prsctically glowing.

You managed to keep your cool and posed with Hawks for a photo. You draped you arm around his waist and he put one around your should and youu both smiled for the camera!

He thanked you, gave some money to the photographer and then spun back around to slip something into your costume pocket. (yes Im saying your stage costume has pockets xD idk man).

Hawks was quickly ushered away by staff so that they could keep the line going. You were left a blusbing mess with a stupid grin on your face, very eager to be able to go back to the privacy of your dressing room and see what he slipped into your pocket.

What felt like forever, the photo session was finally over and you just abkut sprinted back to the dressing room.

Feeling around your pocket, you pulled out a red feather, with a little piece of paper on it.

Hawks had written: "Hey Omega! You can call me Hawks! Or maybe call me at xx-xxxx-xxxx °v°☆"

You softly laughed and hurriedly opened your phone to add his number to your contacts. Maybe shoot him a text once you get home. This was one of your best nights ever.

Keigo went home that night on cloud 9. He had trouble to not get too excited when he was near you. Again, he wanted you, very badly.

Bonus:

You guys did meet up after texting back and forth for so long.

You decided that going to a coffee shop would be a fun date

It really didnt take long after you both got acquainted, that he gave you items scented of him or scenting you himself. He marked you his.

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A/n: Oh geez, Im sorry xD, idk where I was going with this or what I was doing. I liked the idea of the prompt so I tried my best >.< Im not too familiar with Omegaverse stuff, but I read up on some stuff and hoped I did ok. Its very very light omegaverse though.

[ginnympotter]

if you are still doing prompts can you do #50 with hinny pls! And if at all possible can u please do it with jily alive, imma sucker for those!:)

“Shh, stop fussing,” Harry said, trying to soothe her. “I’m just braiding your hair.”

“Don’t shush me,” she muttered, hugging the toilet. “When did you learn how to braid hair, anyway?”

“Mum taught me,” he told her, as he carefully wove her ginger locks together into a tight plait. “On Sirius.”

Despite her current disposition, Ginny let out a short chuckle. “What?”

“When I was seven, Sirius went through a long hair phase. He was trying to grow it longer than my mum’s,” he explained. “They can tell you about it at the table. You have a hair tie?”

Ginny stuck out a hand, and Harry gently pulled off the black tie from her wrist. He tied up the end of her plait and put his hands on her shoulders. “There. Now your hair won’t be in the way.”

She looked back at him, her face soft and pale. “Thank you.”

“You think you’ve finished?”

She nodded. “For now.”

Harry stood up, flushed the toilet one more time for good measure, and then offered his hand to Ginny and helped her up. “You think you’ll be able to get through the rest of lunch?”

“I’m hoping,” she said, attempting a smile. “You go back out there, I’m just gonna brush my teeth...again.”

He kissed her cheek and left the bathroom. When he returned to the dining room, James and Sirius were caught up in a heated debate about whether flying the motorbike or a broom was a more efficient way of travelling. Lily had a knowing look on her face as Harry sat back down, which made Harry want to avoid her eyes, afraid his own would confirm it.

She played along, anyway. “Is Ginny alright, love?”

“Yeah, she’s fine, she’ll be out in a moment,” he assured her, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.

Sirius halted his argument with James to add, “I did think she seemed a bit off-color when we got here.”

Of course Sirius decided to become observant when they were trying to keep something private. He was glad to have an excuse to change the subject. “I was just telling her about your long hair phase when I was a kid, remember that?”

“My glory days, you mean?” Sirius reminisced wistfully. He looked at James and Lily. “You think I should grow it out again?”

“No,” said James at the same time as Lily said “yes.”

“What Evans says goes,” Sirius smiled.

Just then, Ginny emerged from the bathroom and joined them at the table. She sat down and muttered, “Sorry about that.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” James waved off, pouring her a glass of water. “Are you alright?”

She nodded. “Yes, thank you.” She squeezed Harry’s thigh with one hand and took the water in the other. Harry took that as his cue to take lead of the conversation.

“Ginny wanted to hear about how I learned to braid hair,” Harry told them.

Sirius and Lily laughed as James dug into more food. “I had just cut my hair,” started Lily. “Shoulder-length. And Sirius’s hair was getting pretty long, he was about to cut it himself when we realized it was about the same length.”

“So we had a contest,” Sirius said. “Who could grow out their hair longer, faster.”

“It was a pretty close call,” James joined in.

“But eventually I got tired of only donning a man-bun. It was time to change up my style. So I asked my dear sister here to teach me how to braid my hair. Even though I could’ve just used my wand, now that I’m thinking about it.”

“So Sirius practiced on me,” Lily recalled. “And Harry watched, and then we got him to braid Sirius’s hair for him. I said, ‘my love, one day this is going to be a skill that will come in handy in one way or another,’ and any time spent with Sirius was time well spent for Harry.”

“Still feel that way, kid?” Sirius asked Harry, grinning.

Harry shrugged playfully and Ginny laughed, bringing some color back into her face. “Depends on the day.”

“I get it, you’re married now,” Sirius lamented as he ruffled his own hair, much shorter than it was back then. “But I guess Ginny has me to thank for that lovely plait, given all the hair you ripped out of my head practicing.”

“No hairs were ripped out in the making of this plait,” Ginny assured them, smiling. She reached for a roll and took a small bite. Harry could tell she was hungry but scared to eat anything more. She swallowed. “Thank you for teaching him, most helpful.”

“Remember how we used to have braid-offs?” said James, his arm around Lily. “To see if Harry or I could braid faster?”

“Oh yeah,” Harry laughed, recollecting it. “Whoever was braiding Mum’s hair always won,” he told Ginny, holding her hand on his thigh. “Because hers was much easier to work with than Sirius’s.”

As Sirius took great offense to this and started going on about how female conditioner is better than male conditioner and it took him a year to figure that out and make the switch, Harry looked over at his wife and saw her scrunching up her features. “You ok?” he asked, quiet but concerned.

“I thought I was done, but…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose and out through her mouth. “I don’t think that’s the case.”

And then she stood up abruptly, mumbled, “excuse me,” and ran down the hall, slamming the bathroom door behind her.

They all went quiet, staring at the closed door.

James spoke first. “Is she alright? If Ginny’s sick we can get going, you can take care of her.”

“No, it’s fine, it’s-” he stammered, unsure of how to finish his sentence.

“Harry,” said Lily, compassion in her voice. She knew. Harry knew she knew. She smiled at him. “Go check up on her, let her decide.”

He could tell she meant let her decide if she wants to tell them the news more than decide if they should leave. Harry nodded, getting up from his seat and apologizing. “Sorry, be right back.”

He walked quickly down the hall and knocked on the door. “It’s me,” he said. “Can I come in?”

Harry heard her clear her voice before responding, “Yes.”

There she was on the floor again, head hanging in defeat over the toilet, a sight that Harry has been saddened to become so familiar with over the past couple of weeks, despite the otherwise wonderful cause of it.

He shut the door behind him, and squatted down on the floor, gently placing a hand on her back.

“Your mum so knows,” she grumbled. “Doesn’t she?”

“I suspect so, yeah,” he replied as she flushed the toilet. “Gin, if you don’t want to tell them yet we don’t have to, we can tell them you’re sick and they can go home.”

She shook her head slowly and turned her gaze to her husband. “No, let’s tell them. I want them to know. It’s just...we haven’t told anyone, you know? Saying it out loud makes it feel more real.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, of course not,” she clarified. “I’m so happy, you know that. But it’s still scary.”

He smiled, moving closer to her as he continued to rub her back. “They’ll help us.”

“I know they will,” she smiled back.

Harry helped her up again, and she moved to wash her hands and face. As she was finishing up he asked, “Are you sure you’re done?”

“Yeah, that was the last of it,” Ginny stated in reassurance. She rinsed with mouthwash and spit it out. “This baby better be worth all the vomit.”

Harry laughed, pulling her in, enveloping her in a hug with gentle arms. “It will be.”

She sighed against him, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, which then prompted him to lean down and kiss her on the mouth. She pulled away laughing. “You do not want to kiss me after that.”

“I always want to kiss you,” he told her in earnest. “You used mouthwash, it’s fine.”

“Harry-”

He caught her lips with his own, kissing her passionately. And how could he not? She was going to be the mother of their child. He felt so grateful to her, so guilty that she had to be the one to bear the bodily burden of it all. He hoped he could translate it all into his kiss.

Ginny must’ve understood- she always did - as she kissed him back with equal enthusiasm for a minute before pulling away again. “Harry,” she repeated, this time with tenderness in her voice.

“Sorry,” he said. He moved a stray hair from her braid and tucked it behind her ear. His heart was swelling. He could hold her all day. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she told him as her eyes softened. “Alright, let’s do this.”

They exited the bathroom together and approached the dining room table. Before they could even sit back down Sirius said, “Are you pregnant or something?”

James groaned and Lily smacked Sirius’s arm hard.

Sirius swore loudly, glaring at Lily. “What the hell, Evans?”

“That’s a rude question to ask, Pads,” James muttered.

“No tact,” Lily sighed in disappointment. “None, whatsoever!”

“I was just asking an innocent question! Her sprinting from the table just reminded me of you when you were pregnant with this one,” Sirius said, nudging his head towards his godson. Then he looked at them. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude.”

Before Harry could interject, Ginny said, “No, it’s ok. You’re right.”

The room fell quiet. James’s eyes widened. “Come again?”

“He’s right,” she repeated. “I am pregnant.”

“Surprise?” Harry offered.

There was a beat, and then Lily, James, and Sirius all started speaking at once, sharing their congratulations, shooting up out of their seats and moving to hug them. When Lily reached her son, she put both her hands on his face, and she had tears in her eyes.

Harry smiled. “You knew, right?”

“A mother always does,” she confirmed, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “You’ll learn that soon enough when Ginny suddenly becomes all-knowing.”

“She already is.”

[potter-imagines]

Sunday Morning (George Weasley)

Pairing: George Weasley x reader (y/n)

Prompt: George and Y/n have been dating for sometime now but hardly anyone in Hogwarts knows much about the couple. Everyone loves to make assumptions and imagine what it’s like but only the two of them truly know how wonderful it is. 

Disclaimer: if you consider making out and kissing light smut, then this would be light smut lol also I will be posting more Tuesday from previous request !!

Warning: implied smut, mainly fluffy

Word Count: 4.9k

No student in their right mind enjoyed waking up before noon on a Sunday morning at Hogwarts. Saturdays were reserved for Quidditch matches, late night parties, trouble, and day trips to Hogsmeade. Sundays were reserved for recovery. And this morning was no different.

A handful of students were scattered about the Great Hall munching on the delicious food before them. Despite the colorful and bright breakfast lining the tables, the mood was dull and tiresome. Small whispers were heard as well as the pages of a book being turned, otherwise, it was quiet. The Gryffindor table was bare- well almost.

Each table had at least seven students or more but at the Gryffindor table, there were only two.  The previous night had brought a never ending line of drinks and laughter. The Gryffindor common room was still buzzing even after the sun had risen. A nail-biting match between Gryffindor and Slytherin had taken place Saturday night. The tension was thick but the win tasted oh so sweet. Everyone was running on a high after the game. As a result of their victory, the fourth-year students and up decided to have a ‘little’ celebration. It could be assumed nearly no one went to bed the night fully sober, not even Hermione Granger. Fred Weasley had coaxed her into trying his beer after spending three hours following her around and pestering her with amusement. The same two Gryffindor’s sitting closely to each other at breakfast were the same two students who turned in for the night at 9pm and fell asleep in a sober state.

George Weasley and Y/n Y/l/n had been a couple for about a year and a half and seemed to only grow more infatuated with each other as the time swayed on. They were a more reserved couple, which surprised most. Fred and George had a large reputation at Hogwarts. Every student, as well as professor, knew their name. Even the ghosts and portraits would greet them by name!

The twins were outgoing, popular, chatty, and loud. They walked the castle with confidence like the prankster kings they are. That didn’t mean they weren’t two totally different people.

Fred took the lead in most situations and George followed after him with explanation. Fred acted on impulse and George put a bit more thought behind decisions. George was also more sympathetic than his twin. It was in these differences and more that Y/n fell for George and why they connected so perfectly. She was similar to him; outgoing, but still solemn and secretive. Happy and bubbly, thoughtful and caring.

When word spread about Y/n and George dating, everyone expected the two of them to be showing off their relationship with fireworks, bright lights, and confetti. Though the pair walked calmly into their class, holding hands and giggling to themselves as they whispered. They didn’t feel the need to show anything off to anyone or prove a single thing. Besides, Y/n didn’t want the whole school knowing her personal business. It felt a little more personal when they saved it for behind closed doors. 

This doesn’t mean George wasn’t affectionate with Y/n in public. He always had his hand on her, typically laced within her own. He’d walk with her to every class, leaving her with kiss on both cheeks, her forehead, then lips. He’d flirt with her in class through notes and tease her endlessly. Everyone knew they were a couple deeply in love, they just didn’t know as much as they wanted. Gossip was the devil’s music and almost every student had their radio volumes on high. But George and Y/n refused to give them anything to talk about. It was admirable in the way. Their love was crystal clear, everyone could see that, but there was so much more beneath the surface their eyes were blocked from, and the couple loved that.

George and Y/n spent Saturday night in George’s dorm room, having their own little party. They mingled and socialized with their friends for a good two hours before sneaking away to the boy’s dormitory tower. Y/n managed to swipe a large carton of pumpkin juice to share then chased behind George. A smile kissed her lips when she noticed her boyfriend was having the same ideas as her. In his hands was a stack of cookies, and a bag of crisps.

“Great minds think alike.” He smirked and reached his hand out, eager for her touch again. She accepted the offer and delicately tugged on his hand. George glanced back, curious at her gesture. A gleeful flash crossed her sharp features. Y/n grabbed a fistful of George’s black robes and slammed his body towards her. George gasped slightly at the movement, clutching the food in his arms as to keep himself from dropping them.

Y/n matched her lips with George, dragging the tall Gryffindor down for a kiss. Bent at the knees, George leaned back so her body could rest against his. Y/n’s grasp remained on his chest but her free hand yanked at the back of his neck, deepening their already heated make out. George allowed his hand to slip down her back, the other still holding their snacks. Resting right at the small of her back, George began to lift his head, a signal for Y/n to pull back. A childlike pout seeped on her face while she let out a huff. She knew they would continue with this in his room but she couldn’t resist the opportunity to get a special sneak peek. A chuckle emanated through the grinning redhead. He was still shocked by her boldness- not that he minded. Not in the slightest. George leaned forward and painted a trail of kisses all across her face, not missing an inch of skin. The young witch retaliated the attack with a jab to his side, then a full-on tickle war. Loudly yelping, George attempted to grab her hands, but she was too quick. This was a typical moment between them, but not when they were somewhat in front of their friends. Not that they were paying any attention at all.

The partygoers seemed far too engaged in the music and talk that they missed the sweet entanglement. What a shame, George thought, it was what they had been waiting for after all. Something to talk about. Although the party was sure to give other chatter and topics for the next week to discuss. Y/n slowly stopped, still buzzing with laughter. George shook his head and leaned into the wall, still trying to recover from his girlfriend’s torturous wrath.  His warm brown eyes were trained on her. They had been together for a while but sometimes, he still thought it was a dream. George left one last kiss to her forehead whispering against her skin, savoring the moment.

“I love you, darling... you’re so beautiful.”

“Stop it Georgie, you’re making me blush.” Y/n squealed as George grabbed at her waist and gave me a small twirl. Her flats landed back on the stone stairs with a clank. Leaning up, Y/n left one last kiss to George’s pink lips.

“That’s kind of the whole point, you’re adorable when your flustered. Now can I have another kiss, darling?”

“You’re going to have to catch me first!” With a quick giggle, Y/n turned on her heel and sprinted up the steps of the boy’s dormitory. The staircase was spiraled making the chase more difficult. Y/n was well aware she wasn’t going to win, but that was part of the fun. George being much taller took two steps at a time with ease, rapidly catching up to the young witch. This was their game, George could easily pull her back and get a kiss himself, but it wouldn’t be as exciting this way.

Y/n stopped at George’s door and looked behind her only to see George nearly towering over her smiling. He unlocked the door and pushed it open for the pair to enter. Luckily, all his roommates were still wrapped up in the party and wouldn’t be up for a few hours. George led Y/n to his bed, snatching back the covers and practically shoving her on the mattress. Y/n’s glamorous laughter filled the emptiness, warming George’s heart.

Pulling his wand out, George muttered a privacy spell, not wanting anymore to hear your sweet noise that would soon be coating the walls. He set his wand on his nightstand then focused back on the girl laying underneath him. She looked so pure, so dreamy just lying there. George moved forward, unable to resist the gravitational pull. This kiss was different than earlier- more serious and compassionate. Y/n wrapped her hands around his face, desperate to have as much contact with George as possible. They spent the rest of the night tangled in his bed sheets and howling with laughter. They watched the stars outside the small dorm window and held each other for the remained of the night. George’s roommates hadn’t even noticed the pair passed out in his bed when they turned in for the night.

Fred walked over, excited to tell his brother about his snog fest with Angelina but stopped short. His twin was sound asleep, arms secured around the smaller frame in front of him. It was a good thing Fred liked Y/n, otherwise he surely would’ve kicked the girl out. Although he didn’t have the heart to do so when he saw the couple. Y/n’s hands clutched her boyfriend’s grip as her head rested against his chest, buried in a deep slumber.

“Oi’ Fred, leave ‘em be. They’re in love.” Lee, still buzzing off the flowing drink, was stumbling to his bed, tearing off his school uniform in the process. The lights were dim and the rising sun began to break through the dorm windows.

Fred walked towards Lee Jordan’s bed and started rummaging through his dresser drawers. He was in search of something, Lee wasn’t even sure. Soon enough Fred came back to his bed and sat down with a camera in his hands. Lifting the lens to his view, Fred snapped a line of photos of the sleeping couple. Lee chuckled with a roll of his eyes. Fred always loved harassing his twin about how in love he was with their friend. Lee and Fred were happy it was Y/n and not some other girl.

The pictures slowly processed but Fred’s interest had moved on. Lee was already tucked into bed, his eyes closed as his drunk snores shook the room. The alcohol was wearing off and the desire for sleep was settling in. Fred threw on a pair of red pajamas and climbed into bed. He was in another dream land before his head could hit the pillow, which brings us back to breakfast Sunday morning.

Y/n and George enjoyed the lack of life in the dinning hall. They shared a similar group of friends and loved them very much, but it was a special moment when they were able to bask in the light of each other. George’s company was like a never-ending hug. His smile conflicted with the fearless butterflies fluttering in her stomach. No other man had ever had this effect on her. She was weaved into his very soul.

Sitting and chatting amongst themselves, George had an arm thrown loosely around his girlfriend, admiring her morning appearance. Her hair was still messy, needing a brush through. There were tiny lines under her eyes from the lack of sleep she had been getting. George knew she slept best when they shared a bed so he always tried to let her sleep in as late as her vivid mind would allow. For Y/n, sleeping in until 10am on the weekends was considered a treat. She hated feeling as if she has wasted her day away by sleeping. George on the other hand would stay in bed all week long if his professors allowed it.

“Did you hear Lee last night? I heard him trying to get to the bathroom and when he was going for the door, he tripped over Fred’s school bag and took down his nightstand with him! Fred screamed so loud- I can’t believe you didn’t wake up!” Her musical laughter sent tingels through George’s body. It was like a dose of dopamine, his eyes couldn’t resist glancing down at her. George had almost every little centimeter of Y/n’s grinning features memorized in his skull. Although there were pictures to taped to his walls of you so of course that played a role as well. But he often found himself staring at her- sometimes not even noticing the diversion of attention. Most of Snape’s class George spent daydreaming about his future with Y/n. He’d think of their wedding, buying a house together, starting a family, celebrating holidays together, seeking out new adventures and everything in between. He found himself eager to leave Hogwarts for good and move out so you could start that chapter of your life together.

Squeezing Y/n shoulder, George pulled her closer to his side,

“No, I slept like a baby next to you. Can’t believe you’re thinking about other guys while you’re laying in my arms, that’s just heartbreaking-“ “George!” Wide eyed, Y/n smacked her boyfriend’s side. George erupted in a fit of chuckles, rubbing the side of his arm she had attacked. “I’m only teasin’ you, darling. Wish I would’ve seen that though, I’m sure Fred will give him hell for it.”

“It wasn’t a pleasant sight at all. Poor boy just laid there, didn’t even get up for another few minutes.” Y/n took a bit out of her toast absentmindedly. Her thoughts were still on last night and the tumble her friend had taken. It was pretty funny, but she was too tired to humor the moment. Not to mention the moans of pain Lee let out as he squirmed around on the floor. It was an odd method to rid the pain, not that it seemed to relieve anything.

“Sure it hurt his massive ego more than anything.”

Y/n was about to change the subject when the sound of footsteps made the couple turn. By the entrance of the Great Hall was half the group of Y/n and George’s friends. Fred, Lee, Hermione, Harry and Ron found their way to the pair as they entered for breakfast. Ron was visibly excited at the menu for the day. He plopped himself diagonal from his older brother in front of a mouth water mountain of pancakes swimming in syrup and crisp strips of bacons displayed on top. The ginger wasted no time digging into his meal. Hermione squinted her eyes at him but took the open seat next to him regardless. She was across from Y/n and gave her close friend a sweet smile and ‘good morning’. Harry sat next to Hermione and Lee crossed the table to occupy the spot next to Y/n. She looked at him knowingly and before she could ask how he was feeling, the Chip to George’s Dale greeted them,

“Good morning, love birds! Have we missed out on any adorably puke worthy moments yet?”

“Hello Fred- and everyone else.” Fred swung his leg one at a time over the long bench, shoving himself in-between George and Y/n. This earned a harsh shove from George causing Fred to bump Y/n. Her juice splashed onto the table, wetting the front of her notebook. The girl glared at the twins, annoyed by the shift in company. George muttered an apology while Fred simply shrugged and leaned into her.

“How are you feeling after your little accident last night, Jordan?”

“Oh god,” Lee face palmed immediately while Fred started to laugh at the recollection, “Please don’t tell me you were awake.” He said embarrassed. Y/n nodded and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“I woke up when I heard you talking about the bathroom then I saw you get tangled in Fred’s bag and fall onto the floor. You also knocked over your stand I believe. Then you just laid on the floor and I reckon you were gonna end it all, felt sorry honestly. I would’ve gotten up but I was too tired to help.” This caused the whole table to laugh in unison at her statement. Lee scurried to explain and calm down his friends,

“You would be right- it’s not funny, guys! I was piss ass drunk and couldn’t tell my right foot from my left.” The giggles continued on for a while as Harry and Ron asked Lee to explain. He told the his side of the event, which created ever more rambunctiousness. Hermione was holding to Harry’s shoulder for stability as her body shook with humor.

“Speaking of last night, you two cuties seemed to have a fun time alone!” Fred sounded a bit too happy for either of the couple’s liking.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Fred?”

“Don’t ask-“ Lee was swiftly interrupted by a gleaming Fred.

“Glad you asked!” He cheered. Lifting himself up, Fred reached into the pocket of his robes and retrieved four square slips. He held the small card like squares in one hand and, much to his brother’s disbelief, wrapped his free his arm around Y/n’s shoulders. George’s eye narrowed at this. What was his brother up to? The mischievous smirk returned to Fred’s face as he looked between Y/n and his brother. It was so hard for Fred to get something good to tease George with. He practically gave him nothing!

Fred turned the squares around flashing the contents to the four friends sitting infront of him. Hermione was the first to react, gasping as she took one of the squares from Fred. Her hand was covering her mouth as she awed. Ron looked… disgusted? It was hard to tell. He looked pleased with the food on his plate and in his mouth, but bitter towards Fred’s surprise. Ron waved his hand, signaling to Fred that he didn’t care.

Harry just smiled then glanced up towards George, then over to Y/n. By this point, Y/n had enough of the mixed emotion stares from her friends and yanked Fred’s arm back so she could see what the pictures were of.

Suddenly, the Gryffindor felt her mouth open in shock as she examined the photo. George mirrored her actions and looked at his twin in confusion.

“You creep! We were sleeping.” Y/n screeched at the image clutched between Fred’s fingers. George attempted to snatch the pile from his hands but being twins, Fred saw that one coming. He pulled them back, there was no way Fred would allow George or Y/n not have the pictures that quickly. Lee Jordan had a similar smirk as Fred, it was amusing for a Sunday morning. Saturday hadn’t given much news for the week so of course their friends were bound to fall back on the topic of George and Y/n. Fred had struck gold with this one. It was harmless of course, but it made the couple flustered to deal with the teasing.

“I told him to leave you guys alone, but knowing Fred, this is nothing. Actually quite a cute little moment-“ Hermione interrupted Lee with an excited voice,

“Oh my god, Y/n! This is so adorable. I have to show Ginny!” She flashed a grin to Y/n and exited the hall with a speed walk. Y/n let out a groan. Hermione would show Ginny plus some, Ginny would show Alicia plus some, and so on. She didn’t care so much as she was annoyed to have attention drawn to her relationship with George. It happens to a lot of couples at Hogwarts. It’s a big school, but the students are close. Couples get a little more attention among the students. Watched with more scrutiny by students praying for drama, sadly there was an overcrowding of these students at Hogwarts. Talk spread like wildfires, and in the process, words get manipulated. Rumors ensue and drama explodes. Y/n and George were happy- in love. The last thing they wanted was talk around the castle.

“Girls…” Ron mumbled and shook his head.

“Really, Fred? You know I’m going to make it my goal to get a picture of you snogging Angelina. At least people know I’m dating Y/n, wait until they get ahold of you and Angelina! The gossip! I can already hear it.” George’s threat came with a devilish smirk to his lips. On the other side of Fred, Y/n felt her body calming at George’s words. He was cracking playful taunts and was somehow enjoying the situation.  

“Ah it wasn’t that bad, relax. I’m just giving the people what they want! You two are so secretive- everyone wanted to see more! I mean, you guys are basically the topic of everyone’s discussion lately. It’s sickeningly adorable so chill out. You don’t need to take it that far.”

“For once, he’s right, George.” Y/n squished Fred as she leaned across his body causing him to move back so she could squeeze George’s hand. “I think it’s cute. You look so soft and peaceful when you’re asleep!”

The four boys watched hesitantly. There were rare instants like these where they got a glimpse into the layers of the couple’s ways. This also means they had a feeling where this was about to turn, and none of them wants to deal with any sappiness before noon. Just as predicted, George slides his hand from Y/n’s up the side of her arm to her neck, where he held a half grip for composure and control. Nudging her forward by the back of her neck, George linked his lips to Y/n and kissed her with his twin still leaning back. This time, Fred did not want to sit in the middle of them. A chorus of protests could be heard as Ron threw a piece of bread at George. Harry stuck his tongue out in an overexaggerated expression of disgust. Hands secured around his face. Lee opened his fingers to peek through waiting for the heated embrace to wrap up.

“Well how could I not when I have the most beautiful girl in the world laying in my arms?” This was their favorite game to play. George would over play his cheesiness until his friends would lose interest and demand the cuteness to stop.

Y/n batted her eyes up at George, bathing in the reactions of her friends. They made her and George uncomfortable more times than she could count so it was self-rewarding to turn the table on them.  

Fred place one hand on Y/n’s shoulder and the other on his twin, shoving them apart in one motion,

“Okay, ew.” A grimace covered Fred’s features. He found himself wished he had stayed in bed instead of coming to breakfast. It was far too early to see this much love. George’s plate was nearly empty, and he was finishing up the last bit of his omelet. His coffee cup was bone dry, having been that way shortly after they sat down. It was no secret he had a bit of an addiction of caffeine. Y/n sipped from a small glass cup. The dark blue liquid was sweet and smooth. Blueberry juice was a rarity she had only stumbled upon at Hogwarts. She could recall the look of cluelessness her muggle cashier had given her when she asked for a gallon from a supermarket near her home.

Y/n chewed on the last piece of her toast while George gave his brother innocent eyes,

“What? I’m just giving the people what they want, what they’ve been dying to talk about! You said it yourself, Freddie.” Fred shot sharp daggers at George for his wit. He knocked him on the side of the head a replied, 

“Okay, I take it back then. I’d rather not know, and you can go be all lovey dovey in private, away from me please!” Lifting his hand, Fred started shooing his hand and motioned towards the staircase outside the large doors.

Harry and Lee paused their side conversation and Ron sat down his fork for a moment. Ron grasps his chin and slides his lips to the side of his mouth, as if deep in contempt. He then remarked,

“Agreed.” Harry and Lee chuckled and shrugged.

More students had started to flow freely into the dining hall. Y/n figured the more Gryffindor’s that swept into the hall, the less occupying the common room.  The gentle brown orbs of George found their way to Y/n’s every few seconds. When their gaze met, her bottom lip drew back as she bit on the skin subconsciously, George noticed this. He shifted forward not realizing he was leaning in towards her. Fred shouted a quick ‘no’ not wanting a repeat of the previous scenario. Y/n made kissy faces at Fred, mocking his displeasure. At the same time George brought his finger up to his twin’s head and delivered a hard flick. Fred reached for the side of his head, glaring at George.

“C’mon, George. I think we have some business to attend to, in private.” Y/n winked at her boyfriend who had a cheeky smile plastered to his lips. George sprung up from his seat and quickly got off the bench and extended his arm. A light tint popped on Y/n’s cheeks as his thoughtfulness. Wrapping her arm around his, she accepted his help and climbed over the seat.

“Couldn’t agree more, love.” George and Y/n started walking away from their friends and heading for the common room. They hadn’t made any plans for the day anyhow so spending it next to the fire or in his room sounded more than appealing. George stopped their pace just as they reached the massive doors of the Great Hall. Bending slightly at the knees, George pressed a feather like kiss to Y/n’s forehead, then on the tip of her nose, earning a wave of giggles from the girl. It was his favorite sound. George attached his arm around hers once again and set back off for their destination. Before they could make it out free, the familiar voice of Fred shouted across the hall,

“You better keep it on your side, George! And not on my bed or I swear to Merlin I will hex both of you!”

George waved back to him, giving him a thumbs up with a less than confident expression. His hand trailed down from her back to the curve of her ass and started to grab at the skin until she swatted it away, feeling the pairs of eyes glued to them. It was bold, undoubtably hot, but there were far too many students in the hall for Y/n’s liking to continue it there. His touch creates a pit of warmth in the bottom of her stomach. They didn’t show any of this in front of their friends, so it was exciting in a way but worrisome at the same time. Y/n had no intentions of turning a PG-13 situation R in the Great Hall with most of her friends and a bunch of second- and first-year children trying to enjoy breakfast. Didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling a bit frustrated and wanting to throw that feeling back on him. Fred scowled but sat back down. They were twins, he knew George wouldn’t but that didn’t mean he wasn’t annoyed by his mockful antics.

“Not nice, George. You’re so mean to poor Freddie. I think I should go talk to him and make it up to him… for how rude you were.” Her words dripped with witticism and a sweet passion burned in her eyes. George knew that look; he absolutely loved that look.

“No, you’re not making anything up to him. You’re mine, not Fred’s or have you forgotten? Now go up to your dorm room and meet me in mine in twenty.” There was a difference to the twinkle in his eyes. Darker than before, more fired up. Y/n’s hand shook at his words, noticeably flushed and taken aback by his strong words. They had only recent started being intimate a few months ago so they had been finding out new things about each other every day. This, this was definitely new. And Y/n found herself weak at the knees by it.

These moments were not too common, but she loved them. It was fun to see George getting worked up by just her teasing words alone. He shifted as he picked up the pace. The material of his jeans growing constrictive and uncomfortable with every step. Y/n was practically being dragged down the long hall until George came to a halt, then abruptly turned to head back in the direction of the Great Hall. Before walking off completely, he left one last peck to Y/n’s warm cheek, then dart off. 

Lost at his change, Y/n furrowed her brows in question, “Where are you going?”

George’s body swirled around at her request. He didn’t stop his pace, now walking backwards towards the dining hall. Shoving his thumb to his back, he gestured to their previous spot,

“I’ve gotta tell my roommate not to come back to the dorm for a few hours. We’re going to be quite busy, darling. It seems there’s a lesson that you’ve forgot. I’m going to have to teach you and knowing how stubborn you are, it could take a while.” With a wink he rushed into the hall and disappeared. Y/n didn’t need to be told more. She started walking again- or rather running towards her dorm room to freshen up. Based on his words, she knew it would be one hell of a morning.

[hxlyhead-harpies]

You Weren’t Mine To Lose

Pairing: Hermione x reader

Summary: The reader loves Hermione and Hermione loves Ron

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: i wrote this for @teheharrypotter ‘s 2 weeks of angst!!! i hope you like it!! i also used some prompts from a request because i felt like it fit

The moment that Lavender jumped into his arms and kissed him, you saw Hermione’s heart break. Her eyes immediately filled with tears and she pushed through the crowd, desperate to rip herself away from the tortuous sight. You exchanged a knowing look with Harry before you ran after her, desperate to comfort your best friend. 

You knew how much she liked Ron, her having told you late one night at Grimmauld Place. Her confession had stung of course. You had been half in love with Hermione since your fourth year when you had zipped up her Yule Ball dress for her. She made your heart flutter with her brilliant smiles and enthusiastic intelligence. But despite this you pushed it away, not wanting to risk ruining what you already had. And it was clear that Hermione would never like you. Her heart already belonged to Ron. 

When you found her in an empty classroom with tears running down her face your knees nearly buckled underneath you. Seeing her so broken made your heart ache more than you could say. 

“Oh ‘Mione,” you breathed, causing her to wipe her eyes and look up. 

“I’m fine,” she tried to assure you as you sat beside her on the floor. You just pulled her into a hug, leading her head to rest against your chest. 

“I know you, Hermione, you’re not fine,” you said. “He’s an idiot.” Hermione let out a strangled laugh. 

“No, I’m the idiot. I somehow got it into my head that he possibly liked me. I feel like a fool,” she murmured with a sniffle. You leaned back so you could look at her fully, your hand cupping her cheek. 

“If anyone here is a fool it’s him. He has no idea what he’s missing out on,” you said. Hermione averted her eyes. 

“You’re unbelievably smart, the brightest witch of our age. You’re kind and your brave. Not to mention that you’re gorgeous,” you assured her. Hermione finally looked into your eyes, her lips parting slightly. 

“I’m not gorgeous. At least not like Lavender. My hair is too frizzy and my eyebrows are too thick-” she rambled on.

“Hermione no,” you interrupted. “You are gorgeous. Your eyes are the prettiest shade of amber that I’ve ever seen and I’m beyond envious of your eyelashes.” Hermione’s cheeks began to heat up under your palm. 

“And you have amazing cheekbones”- you moved your thumb to trace across them- “and the most adorable freckles across your nose. And you have this dimple on your left side that drives me absolutely mad,” you whispered. Her eyes had gone wide as you spoke and traced your finger across her features. 

“Do you mean that?” she asked softly. Your gaze snapped back to hers as if you had been knocked out of a trance. You realized quickly what you had admitted and you began to tilt away.

“I- um… sorry,” you sputtered. Before you could lean too far back Hermione lunged forward, firmly pressing her lips against yours. 

Her lips were soft and tasted sweet, just as you had always imagined. You wasted no time leaning closer, grabbing her waist and deepening the kiss. Soon her hands were in your hair. 

The moment was broken when Lavender and Ron stumbled into the room, the former giggling erratically. You and Hermione broke apart quickly to meet the eyes of the others. Lavender was shocked as she gripped Ron’s hand, a slightly apologetic look in her eyes. Ron however looked tense. His lips were drawn into a hard line and his eyes were swimming with an emotion you easily recognized. It was a feeling you had felt every time that Hermione had mentioned the boy’s name: jealousy.

“I think this room is occupied,” Lavender said nervously, trying to tug Ron out of the room. Ron scoffed. 

“Clearly,” he spat out before storming out with Lavender. You stole a quick glance at Hermione. You didn’t know what you expected her to be feeling but when you looked at her your stomach dropped. She was smirking slightly with a triumphant look in her eyes. As if she had just beaten Ron at some sort of game.

For weeks after that you found yourself holding hands with Hermione in the halls or stealing kisses before classes. It felt like a dream. Her hand fit into yours perfectly and every kiss was as perfect as the first. But before long you realized that these interactions only happened in the presence of a certain someone. 

It wasn’t hard to figure out that Hermione was slightly taking advantage of your affection for her. You didn’t doubt that she wanted to kiss you, but it seemed more like she needed someone and you just happened to be there. It stung unbelievably badly, the realization that your feelings were still mostly one sided, but you couldn’t bring yourself to put a stop to it. You basked in her affection too much to care about your own self-destruction. 

You sat in the Library with Hermione, a book of charms in front of you. But you paid no mind to the book, only paying attention to how Hermione scrunched up her nose as she read. It was a beautiful sight, truly. 

The sound of a familiar giggle caught your attention and you turned to see Lavender and Ron stumble into the library. Hermione’s head shot up and once she caught sight of Ron she reached for your hand across the table. Ron’s eyes zeroed in on your intertwined fingers and you watched as Hermione seemed to send him a boastful smirk that made your stomach churn. Ron clenched his jaw and looked away. Hermione stared back down at her book with a self-satisfied look on her face and you felt as if you might be sick. 

You snatched your hand away as if her touch was burning you. Hermione glanced at you with a curious expression as you shoved your books away.

“Where are you going?” she asked with furrowed brows. 

“Away from you,” you spat before sprinting out of the library. 

You heard Hermione follow after you as you sped off onto the grounds. You desperately wished that she would leave you alone but it seemed that she was determined to corner you somewhere. 

“What is the matter with you?” she questioned as you came to a halt near Hagrid’s pumpkin patch. You violently spun around to face her, tears stinging behind your eyes. 

“I can’t do this anymore!” you exclaimed. Hermione froze and blinked rapidly as she tried to understand what you meant. “This!” you yelled, motioning between the two of you. She stepped forward but you flinched. 

“I don’t understand,” Hermione whispered. You scoffed and shook your head. 

“I can’t keep following you around like a lost puppy while you just try to make Ron jealous,” you huffed, causing Hermione to look away in shame. 

“I- I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Hermione said. 

“What did you think was going to happen? Playing with my feelings like this?” you questioned harshly. Hermione sighed and ran a hand through her hair. 

“I didn’t realize that you actually liked me,” she tried to explain.

“How can someone so smart be so daft,” you spat, “how could you not see that I’m impossibly in love with you and have been for some time?” Hermione stilled, the reality of your words sinking in. 

“You love me?” she whispered softly. You nodded and looked away.

“And do you want to know the most horrible part? The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you,” you admitted with your voice full of venom. Hermione gaped at you, clearly unsure of what to say. 

“I’m sorry,” she finally settled upon, not looking you in the eye. You stared at the girl who had stolen your heart and simultaneously smashed it, taking in every strand of her hair and freckle on her cheeks. You feared this would be the last time you ever got a good look at her. 

“You should be.”

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Russian Roulette

Pairing: Sally McKenna x Fem Reader

Requested by anon “sally x reader with the prompt 2, 3, 9, 10, 15, 44 from angst but with a happy ending”

A/N: this one’s a bit chaotic and messy, but I wanted it to be, because so is Sally (I’m sorry anon I didn’t use one of the prompts, but I couldn’t make it fit with the rest of the story. I hope you’ll like it all the same). x

Word count: ~ 3 000

Warning: swearing, not the healthiest of relationships, English isn’t my first language

The Hotel Cortez had eyes. Of that you had always been convinced. The walls could see and they did not avert their gaze when lovers made love or when lovers broke each other’s heart.

You had whispered that to Sally one night, and she had nodded in agreement. Taken a drag on her cigarette, said the whole place was a fucking hamster wheel. But unlike hamsters, human beings were aware of being trapped, she had said, with a sad laugh and wiping at the tears that fell from her eyes (sometimes she would even cry in her sleep).

Liz – the ghost of Liz, still reading a book behind the counter, still so ridiculously faithful to the hotel – raised her head at the sound of your footsteps and peered at you over the rim of her glasses. You walked past her without as much as a glance her way. You didn’t care for reproaches right now. At least not from her.

You stepped into the elevator and waited for the heavy doors to close. Leaned your back against the wall, closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The elevator began to move. You opened your eyes again.

It was here, with her arms folded on her chest and her leopard coat sliding down her shoulders, mascara smeared, lips painted red and her breath stinking of cigarette, that Sally had stared at you and barked, “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

And you had been mad at her, so you had shrugged, toed at the ground in silence. Sally had blown smoke in your face, but that didn’t make you cough anymore. You had shot her an angry look as the doors of the elevator had opened, and she had tried to stop you but you had pushed past her with your suitcases in your hands and stormed into the hall, as the walls with their eyes had watched and frowned.

“Don’t be an asshole, Y/N, “Sally had called after you. Behind the counter the ghost of Liz had raised her head at the sound of your footsteps and peered at you over the rim of her glasses. “Fucking fuck Y/N I swear if you take one step out of this godforsaken rat hole I will come after you I will haunt you I will – “

The doors of the elevator opened with a ding. You jumped, straightened your shoulders and stared at the long, empty corridor in front of you. Silence. Only silence. It wasn’t even that late. Where was everyone? The clients? The staff? The ghosts were always so loud. They were mad, so, so angry, screaming and yelling and laughing and crying and stabbing and murdering. The place was too quiet.

On auto-pilot you walked to Sally’s room, knocked on the door, waited, frowned as an old man opened the door and asked you something in a foreign language. You raised one hand apologetically and turned on your heel. Where was she? The walls were sneering. They were mocking you. Run, run, little mouse.

You rushed down the stairs, down an empty corridor, into the bar. And of course – that’s where you should have headed first. For here she was.

She was sitting at the counter with her back to you, in a black velvet dress, shoulders slumped as always. It had been more than a year and a half and yet you remembered everything about her, as if she had haunted you indeed as she had threatened to: the way she walked, like a funambulist on a tightrope, the way her lips would close around her cigarette and how it would bob as she spoke. You remembered the exact shape of the tattoo on the nape of her neck, the exact way her tongue would dart out to lick your face like a hungry, faithful dog. Those greedy, nervous fingers of hers had lingered on your skin and you had been able to feel her touch everywhere and whenever, in the night, in the blazing sun, in the heart of a storm.

For a moment you stood as if frozen watching her. Wondering if you were really about to do the right thing. But then your feet were moving and you carefully sat on the stool next to hers.

“Long time no see, pumpkin,” you teased.

She jumped and turned her head to face you.

Her face still looked exactly the same. Time had altered the shape of your features, but hers were just as you remembered them. Her eyes were still like a dark sun, and they still made the water on her cheeks glint.

Her fingers closed around her glass of whisky like pale spider legs and her lips parted in surprise. You folded your arms on the counter and pressed them against your chest as you shot her a slightly sheepish smile.

And then her anger exploded like a bomb.

You barely managed to dodge her fist as she threw a punch in the general direction of your face. She lost her balance on her stool, almost fell, then with one hand gripping the counter for support she made to throw herself at you, but you pushed her away from you. She slammed into the counter, rounded her shoulders and bared her teeth.

“That’s not exactly what I call a warm welcome,” you hissed.

“Fuck off,” she growled, as she wriggled back up on her stool. Her hand closed around her glass again.

None of you spoke for a long time. Sally stared at her glass. You stared at her. Your fingers were shaking, so you folded them on the counter. A different you, a younger you, would have run away in fear and never come back. You had always wanted a love that was sweet and soft and easy. Sleepy morning kisses to the sound of birds singing outside in the sun. But that was before you had met Sally. Before you had opened Pandora’s box. You had bitten into a rotten fruit and the poison had seeped into your veins and now there was no going back.

You wanted her, and her only. It had taken so long for you to figure that out. You had run away from her, abandoned her with barely any second thoughts, and for a few days it had felt like freedom. Like finally waking up from a nightmare. Sheets soaked with sweat, pillow on the floor. But one morning you had stepped out of the shower and suddenly become aware of the ache in your chest that tasted like her mouth and smelled like her skin. You had tried to ignore it, but it simply would not disappear. It grew, like cancer.

So now that you knew what living without her felt like, nothing could convince you to leave again.  

“You stink of cigarettes and booze,” you remarked after a while.

“Shut the fuck up,” she snarled without looking at you.

You waited. Studied her face, followed the glistening trail yet another tear left on her cheek.

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?” you asked. There was no reproach in your voice. Just a casual observation.

Sally let out a mirthless laugh.”Yes, well, you noticed,” she said, voice raspy, gravel in the back of her throat.

“You promised you would stop drinking,” you said.

“And you,” she replied, an angry growl, but her voice broke on the last few words, “you promised you wouldn’t hurt me.” She laughed again, raised her glass. “So, let’s drink a toast to broken promises.” She downed her glass, slammed it onto the counter. “Fucking promises,” she hissed. “Do people really ever mean them?”

“They do,” you nodded.

She glanced sideways at you. “Oh, shut up. What the fuck do you know about it? Plenty of assholes lied to me, but you were the only one who didn’t have the decency not to promise me forever.”

“I never promised you forever,” you retorted, anger rising in your throat.

“Oh you sure did,” Sally growled, straightening in her seat. “You told me, plenty of times, that you’d never leave me, that you’d always be by my side, that you – “

“I didn’t realize it would mean being stuck in this hotel for the rest of my life!” you cried.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before!” Sally cried louder. Two tears dropped from her eyes, and she angrily wiped them away.

“Did you even miss me?” she went on, voice quavering. “Did you even think about me?”

“Of course I did. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

That was the truth. Not only had you carried her in your chest, but you had seen her in every landscape, found her in every song and read her in every book. People had smiled and you had seen her smile instead of theirs.

“But I had to see the world, Sally,” you went on in a softer voice. She scoffed. “What?” you growled. “I know you’d rather I had killed myself and stayed with you, but I can’t – “

“I never asked that of you,” she said.

“Now you are the liar.”

She shot you an angry look, then averted her gaze and stared at her empty glass. For a long moment there was only silence.

“There’s a man in your room,” you said eventually.

“Yes. I got a new room.” She sniffled, wiped her nose on the back of her hand.”The old one reminded me of you.”

Of course you’d known she would miss you; but you hadn’t thought she would miss you that much. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, really. She was an addict, Sally, had always been. First it had been drugs, then the internet, then you, then alcohol; whatever helped her feed that bottomless hole of need that was her mind.  

She reached for the bottle of whisky on the counter, but you caught her wrist and held it.

“I think you’ve had enough,” you said gently.

She tried to free herself; you tightened your grip.

“Let go of me, Y/N,” she growled between her teeth.

“I don’t think I will,” you retorted, as gently as before.

Your thumb started stroking the inside of her wrist, tracing the outline of her tattoo; for a few seconds she froze, and her eyes widened slightly and you thought that you had won her, easy as that – that a simple caress could be enough to pacify her wrath. But then she yanked her wrist free, jumped on her feet, grabbed the bottle of whisky and ran towards the elevator.

“Sally!” you called as you sprinted after her.

She gave a furious cry, tripped on nothing; you caught up with her, laid one hand on her shoulder. With her teeth bared she threw the bottle at you. You managed to dodge it at the last second: it crashed on the floor and you both watched, as if transfixed, as the thick carpet slowly soaked up the golden liquid.

Sally gave you a shove and walked away down the corridor. You followed her.

“Leave me alone, Y/N!” she cried over her shoulder.

“I won’t,” you said.

She turned on her heel, shook one finger at you. Her cheeks were flushed with anger or alcohol, you didn’t know.

“Why did you come back anyway?” she snarled. “Uh? Let me guess, you spent every damned penny you owned and now you need a place to sleep?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” You gave her a smile, saw the fury glint in her eyes. “I’m completely broke.” You shrugged, assumed a causal expression again. “I went to all the places I wanted to see and did all the things I dreamt of doing. I guess it was a kind of test. I wanted to know whether they could make me forget you.”

Sally blinked in surprise. For a moment she seemed at a loss for words; then she gritted her teeth and hissed, “Bullshit.”

You shrugged again. “If they had, I wouldn’t have come back,” you said slowly, staring into her eyes.

Her mouth opened, closed again; tears dropped from her eyes. You reached out to wipe them, but she swatted your hand away and once again stumbled towards the elevator.

And once again you followed her.

She reached the elevator, pressed angrily on the button. You leaned against the doors and watched her. She pretended not to see you, then turned abruptly and snarled, “Why are you still here? You can go back to motherfucking Greece or Italy for all I care. I don’t want you here.”

“Oh pumpkin,” you quipped, “we both know you’ll take me back.”

The elevator doors opened with a ding.

“You have no right,” Sally’s voice broke, her face crumpling, “to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused! You fucking left me!”

She rushed into the elevator, and for the first time you felt nervous. What if she meant it? What if she really didn’t want you back, what if she had learnt how to live without you? You had thought she wouldn’t, thought she couldn’t. But Sally was fierce, Sally was stubborn. But then again, Sally was starving for love. It didn’t even matter who it was; she would fall for anyone who looked at her fondly.

You slipped between the elevator doors before they had time to close.

“And you,” you said to Sally, voice growing angry again, “you had no right to ask me to sacrifice my life for you. It had to be my choice. And I had to leave in order to make it. But now I’m back.” Something changed in her eyes. Something softened, like night subsiding to gentle morning light, as understanding dawned on her. “I choose to sacrifice my life for you.”

Your voice broke. You shook your head, closing your eyes to hold back the tears you could feel burning under your eyelids. “If that can’t prove my love for you, then I don’t know what can.”

She didn’t answer. You opened your eyes. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she stared at you, eyes as black as coal, tears coating her face. You didn’t say anything more. She didn’t either.

With another ding the elevator doors opened on an empty corridor. Sally stumbled out, bumping her shoulder into yours, and stopped in front of the second door on the left. With one hand on the handle she stared at you, lower lip still trapped between her teeth. It took you a second too long. The doors of the elevator were already closing.

She had called you on your cell phone the day after you’d left. You hadn’t been able to understand her first few sentences for she had been choking on sobs, her throat full of bits of broken glass, but then you had made out her words when she had demanded where you were and come back at once and she would fucking kill you if you didn’t come back at once. You had hung up on her, hung up on the mess, and your phone had rung again and Sally’s voice had screamed something that sounded like “Did I ever mean anything to you or were you a fucking liar since day one” and something else that ended with “you bitch”.

“Leave me alone,” you had growled, and when your phone had rung again you had thrown it out the window.

Now the bits of broken glass were back in her throat as she let out a groan and threw herself at the elevator doors to prevent them from closing. But she was a second too late. You cursed, slammed the button to open the doors – ding, and then Sally was in your arms and her tears and spit were on your face.

It was a blur of blond hair and red lips and the taste of salt and alcohol, it was all a mess and all too harsh – you pinned her against the wall as her hands desperately roamed and tugged and pinched. Fingers pulling on your hair, fingers kneading your ass. You bit her lip and tasted blood.  

And as she panted into your mouth you pressed her against your chest and felt her warmth slowly soothe that ache that tasted like her mouth and smelled like her skin.

“Mine,” she growled, or maybe sobbed. Her tongue darted out and licked up your cheek, collecting tears you had not even noticed were falling. “How I hated you,” she went on, voice breaking, “I could have killed myself if I hadn’t been already dead.”

You groaned, clasped her head between your hands and crashed your lips against hers.

“Mine,” she repeated. Her teeth sank into your tongue, and this time it was your blood that flowed into both your mouths, as if to seal a pact.

**

“Hold me,” she rasped in the dark, as if your body wasn’t already tangled with hers. Her tongue licked up your neck, hot and wet. You tightened your grip on her, one hand tugging on her hair and the other digging into her back.

“How many did you fuck while you were away?” Sally sobbed. With a groan you tilted your head to capture her lips with yours.

“Shut up,” you moaned into her mouth. She bit your tongue, somehow right on the wound she had made earlier, and you pulled away with a hiss of pain.

You rolled her on her back and kissed her again as another sob pushed out of her throat. “Are you going to leave again?” she whined, raking her fingers through your hair, tugging and pulling and making your skull sting.

“Never,” you groaned. “I told you.”

“So we’re staying trapped in here forever?”

“Together,” you rasped, burying your face so deeply into her chest that the eyes in the walls could no longer see you, only Sally’s face as it crumpled with despair and then her brow pushed up and it brightened with rapture. “Forever.”

[writtenbykat]

(Not so secret) Admirer -- Jilytober Day 18

Prompt: “This isn’t what it looks like.” @jilytoberfest​

Hogwarts 1975 (Fifth Year) 

Lily was up at the crack of dawn, unable to contain her excitement. The second the clock struck eight, she roused her reluctant roommates and shepherded them down to breakfast. 

“What’s your rush, Lily?” asked a knowing Marlene McKinnon. 

“No rush,” Lily said airily, continuing their charade of nonchalance. “I just like to have a good breakfast before all the good pastries are gone!” Marlene shook her head with a slight roll of her eyes, but indulged her friend. Lily did her best not to run on a full out sprint to the great hall, but found herself quickly outpacing Marlene. “Come on, Mar!” she called.

There was no guarantee the note would find her at breakfast. The first one had, and so had the majority since then; but sometimes they would appear in her textbooks, tucked away in her bag, or most puzzlingly– slipped under their dorm room door. 

The first had been dropped on her plate with the rest of the owl post, but no owl had delivered it. It was a simple parchment that read: 

You look really pretty today. 

She had whipped her head this way and that, searching for whoever was playing such a cruel prank. No one stood out to her. Even Potter and his gang seemed oblivious– and they were her usual suspects for something like this. 

A week later, she got another note. Again, it was dropped on her plate with the owl post; but again, it had no owl deliverer. 

You should wear your hair like that all the time. 

Self-consciously, her hand flew to her head to pat the loose curls Mary had charmed into her hair, and the accompanying gold bow woven through. It was a quidditch day, and Mary had convinced Lily to let her do her hair for the game. With the gold ribbon and her red hair, Mary reasoned, she was the perfect embodiment of Gryffindor spirit. Lily had rolled her eyes, personally thinking she looked a little silly wearing bows in her hair at age fifteen. 

“Did you write this?” she accused Mary, shoving the note under her nose. 

Mary took a moment to read the note. “No, not me!” she said with a smile, “But see! I am right. At least someone agrees with me. Who sent it?” “No idea,” Lily mumbled, scanning the great hall to try to find the potential culprit. And just like the week before, no one else in the great hall seemed any the wiser to the goings on of her morning. 

The notes continued in a similar fashion. The scroll of parchment would be dropped on her plate with the post, but no owl to deliver it. 

Your eyes are like emeralds. 

I think you are the most beautiful witch in the entire castle. 

Don’t let the Slytherins get you down. They’re just jealous. Not everyone can have brains AND beauty. 

Your smile is infectious. 

A few days later, when she’d been having a particularly bad day in transfiguration, she got the next note. It was when she’d sat down in the library to try to review the chapter again, and instead of an owl-less delivery– the note fell out of her transfiguration textbook. 

Chin up, Evans. You’re a bright witch. I found the book’s diagram to be most unhelpful. Try chapter nine, page 204, for a more accurate depiction of the wand movement needed. 

How had it gotten in her book? Her secret admirer (a title that brought Marlene and Mary to tears with laughter– but really, how else was she supposed to describe him?) was obviously crafty, and at least knew of her trouble with transfiguration, or was one of the students in her class. Setting aside her transfiguration work, she pulled out a sheet of fresh parchment and made a list of every student in her transfiguration class. At least now she had a list of suspects to go off of. 

Then the next day, the note was slid under her door. 

I’ve found that a combination of pumpkin juice and a cleansing charm does wonders to remove flobberworm guts from fabric. 

She glanced at the note, then back at her robes that were dripping in the stuff. How did he know? How had he gotten the note here so fast? It had only been in this period that one of the Slytherins had decided to blow up their flobberworm instead of examining it for spots, as they’d been instructed to, drenching Lily in the disgusting innards of the creature. She’d been excused from class, and told to burn her robes– since they wouldn’t be salvageable. 

Shedding her robes, Lily quickly jotted down a list of everyone in her care of magical creatures class to cross-check with her previous list from transfiguration. The number of students who she shared both classes with made her suspect lists unusable. She shared both classes with the majority of students from her year, due to their necessity for O.W.L.s. But most curiously, the students who could be crossed off her lists were Potter’s group of hell raisers (the marauders, as they’d taken to calling themselves) and Sev. Neither shared both classes with her. With her top suspects off of her list, she was back at the drawing board. 

Marlene and her other roommates mocked her endlessly for her slight infatuation with her secret admirer. But, really. Who wouldn’t? He complimented her physical attributes– but not in the slightly creepy, leering, way most boys in their year were wont to do. But more than that, her secret admirer acknowledged her intelligence and her drive to do well in classes. He helped her out of scrapes, and always seemed to know when she needed a little cheering up. And he was obviously intelligent and crafty himself. How else could he have delivered all these notes anonymously? She’d taken to saving the notes, and pulling them out when she was feeling down. Her favorite had arrived under her door just last week: 

I wish you could see you how I see you. You are absolutely radiant, and you make everyone around you shine a little brighter just for having known you. 

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James checked the map to make sure Lily and her roommates were all down at breakfast. Confirming their location down at the great hall, he summoned his broom and walked down to the common room– scroll of parchment in one hand, broom in the other. It had taken him many painful attempts to determine that the stairs to the girls’ dormitories would not be fooled by any charms or spellwork. His ingenious solution had been to not take the stairs at all. The first time he’d tried it, he was sure the magic guarding the dormitories would simply spit him out– as it had in all his previous attempts. But to his shock and amazement, he’d made it to the fifth year girls’ dormitories successfully atop his broom. Hovering as close as he could get to the ground, without touching the stairs, James carefully slid the piece of parchment under the door. 

The clearing of a throat behind him nearly startled him off his broom. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” McKinnon asked, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised in suspicion. 

“It’s not what it looks like!” 

“Oh really? Because it looks like you’re trying to break into the girls’ dorms. What was this? Some weird dare from Sirius to steal Lily’s knickers or something? Disgusting, James.” 

He blanched at the accusation. “Mar, I swear that is absolutely not what is happening. Sirius doesn’t even know I’m up here.” 

He watched as understanding crept across Marlene’s face. Then she burst out laughing. Full bodied laughs that had her bracing herself on her knees to keep herself upright. “Oh, this is too good!” she managed between fits of laughter, “You. You, James Potter, are the secret admirer– the one Lil’s infatuated with! Well, not so secret, I guess.” 

He couldn’t help the hope that rose in his chest, despite Marlene’s continued laughter at the situation. Evans was infatuated with her secret admirer– so by extension, him? But how would she feel if she found out it was him sending those notes? Oh, she’d surely hex him into the next year. “Mar!” he shouted over her roaring laughter, “Mar!” Her laughs quieted and she wiped the tears of laughter from her eye, finally looking at him– amusement etched in her features. “Mar, you cannot tell Evans it was me. Ok?” 

“Why not? Isn’t this your dream, Jamesie?” 

“No, Mar, if she finds out it was me this whole time she’ll just think it was one big joke or something! She’ll never give me the time of day!” he couldn’t help the rising panic in his voice, and she seemed to hear it too. 

“Alright, alright,” Marlene acquiesced. “I won’t tell Lily. But you owe me, Potter.” 

James breathed a sigh of relief. “What? Fifteen years of friendship hasn’t been enough?” he teased. “Do you want me to start sending you love notes too?” 

“Ugh, you’re a prat!” Marlene accused good naturedly. “I won’t tell Lily, but you have to come clean at some point, James. She has to know eventually.” 

“I know, I know. I’m just waiting for the right time.” “Well, don’t wait too long!” Marlene turned and headed back down the stairs. “Or you might miss your chance!” she tossed the parting comment over her shoulder at him. 

But all James could focus on was a comment Marlene had made, playing on repeat in his head. “You’re the one Lil’s infatuated with.” And he couldn’t stop the broad smile that spread across his face. 

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Weasley Family

25- Jack O Lanterns: Pumpkin Carving With The Weasleys

Fred Weasley x Reader

A table cloth got laid down on the extremely long wooden table. Around the table sat mismatch chairs, each had a person in it. At the beginning of the table was Ginny, whose hair you styled upward so she wouldn’t get pumpkin guts in her soft locks. Next sat Harry, who put on gloves so that the pumpkin would not get on his hands. Then Ron who of course took no precautions for himself, though he did have a spoon for scooping rather than just using his hands. And then Hermione and Percy who very much dressed the same. They each had one of Molly’s aprons on, goggles, and gloves. They also had spoons and even tongs. Across the table was Arthur who fiddled with the knives trying to figure out which one would best fit to carve his large round pumpkin. Next sat George who was looking indirectly at Ron because of course he and Fred had done something to his pumpkin. Then of course Fred who was also looking at Ron, both the twins had their longer hair tied back, by you of course. Then there was you who was ready to start carving. Molly ran around the table taking pictures and making sure everything was ready.

“Molly my dear, can we get started?” Arthur asked his wife and she adjusted Percy’s apron again. 

“Arthur you are more excited than the children” Molly quit touching Percys apron and walked over to the front of the table, “Is everyone ready?”

Everyone but Percy and Hermione nodded yes and or said yes allowed, then Molly let off a racers call saying, “On your mark, get set, GO” 

Arthur grabbed his desired knife and stabbed his pumpkin faster than anyone at the table before anyone could react. Molly swatted him with an oven mitt, she had made Halloween cookies and put them in the oven. The group all started to take the tops off their pumpkin, until you hit a hard spot on yours.

“Freddie, can you please help me out?” You poked your boyfriend's arm with the back of the knife. 

He gave you a chuckle and took the knife from you and split the hard piece finishing the circle. 

“Ah see love just needed some muscle.” He flexed his left arm and winked at you. 

You shook your head and took the top of your pumpkin, you then decided to take out a small amount of pumpkin guts and threw them at Fred. He gasped and turned to you putting his hands on his hips and looking down at you. Ginny flashed you a small smile as she sat some of her pumpkin innards in one of the three bowls on the table. Just as Fred looked like he was ready to retaliate Ron opened his pumpkin and a loud boom sounded from it. Seeds and innards spilled out onto Ron. It got all in his hair, eyes, nose and mouth. Everyone bursted into laughter. Once the pumpkin was empty he blew his nose freely without a paper towel or anything. Boogers and pumpkin came spilling out of his nose. Hermione sprinted away from him and over to where Molly stood. Harry moved slightly away and grabbed a towel from the laundry sitting out in the basket next to the kitchen. 

“Fred! George!” Molly scolded and threw some folded towels at the boys smacking them. 

Ron, with anger, grabbed some of his snotty pumpkin guts and threw them at his brothers hitting both of them and even Arthur. Arthurs mouth hung open, he took some of the guts out of the bowl and just as Ron cleaned out his eyes more pumpkin got in his face. 

“ARTHUR!” Molly shouted, mouth agape in shock at him. 

This then prompted Ron to throw more at his father and his brothers. Fred launched some at Percy before he could even attempt an escape. Percy, in anger, threw some back hitting you and Fred. You took some and threw it at Fred, and he dumped his whole pumpkin on you. That is when things really picked up. Everyone began launching pumpkin guts at one another. Some even got on Molly and she joined in. Once pumpkin guts covered everyone, the walls, the floor, and chairs everyone quit and began to carve the pumpkins. Hermione came off the couch from reading her book  and back to her seat. She carved a cat, Harry carved a smiley face with glasses, Ron tried to make a ‘W” that looked more like a squiggly line, Ginny made a ghost with a hat, Percy put the pi symbol on his, Fred put a ‘G’ with a firework, and George put an ‘F’ with a matching firework, you made a bat, and Arthur made a penguin with hair. 

“Dad, why in the world did you carve a penguin with hair?” Ron looked at his dad’s pumpkin confused.

“It's your mum, MollyWobbles.” He chuckled and showed everyone his pumpkin. Molly shook her head with a small smile.

“Well go on then, everyone on that side of the table.” She gestured toward your side and everyone ran over with their pumpkins. You all smiled and then made funny faces. She kept both pictures. After pumpkin carving the cookies were done and everyone crowded the living room. You and Fred sat closely together.

“Well, how is your first halloween going?” You asked Fred, squeezing his hand. 

“It’s quite fun so far, I’m glad you’ve brought us a new holiday” He put an arm around you and squeezed your shoulder together. He kissed your forehead and gave you a smile.

“Well this is the night before Halloween, so we still have more to do.” You commented.

“What’s next Y/n?” George scared you as he jumped up from behind the couch.

“GOD! You scared me!” You screamed at George.

“It’s George, not God.” He said back.

“Be helpful and go get the bag of small candles.” You pointed to your back left, which was the kitchen counter. He got up, walked over and got the bag.

“Gang, it’s outside time.” You rose up from your seat next to Fred, still holding his hand.

Like rows of ducks the group headed outside with lighters and candles, you demonstrated exactly what to do and they did as followed. You then lined up the pumpkins and Molly took a picture of the now pumpkin decorated Burrow. She then wobbled back inside and got another few bags full of decorations. You and Fred got the spider webs and plastic spiders and hanging ghosts for the trees. The two of you ran off and began to decorate, well at least YOU tried. You started by trying to hang the ghosts but you were much too short, so you asked,

“Fred can you please put these up?” 

“No but you can.” He dropped his bags and came up behind you, settling his hands on your hips and lifting you up. 

You hung the ghosts you had in your hands and then said 

“Freddie I can come down now.” 

He then completely let you go, as you thought you were going to hit the ground he caught you bridal style.

“FREDDIE THAT WAS NOT FUNNY!” You told your laughing boyfriend as he held you closer to his chest. You smacked him. 

“Hey hey hey, be nice I caught you when I didn’t have to” Fred then put you down and walked close to you making you walk backwards until your back hit the rough and bumpy tree. Bark caught onto your shirt. 

He rested his large hands on the sides of your face and rubbed his thumbs over your cheeks, he leaned down and kissed you a bit rougher than expected. This made you lean your head back more. Then he pulled away, moving his hands to your sides.

“Finish the decorating and then continue this upstairs. Deal?” 

“Deal.” He smirked and moved quickly away to gather the bags and began decorating again...

[a-simple-imagine]

A Treasured Memory

Synopsis: You reminisce on the past with Charlie.  Prompt: "you're quite cute when you're tired"

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Words: 2.1k+

A/N - This was written for @blisfvll​‘s 1.5k writing challenge. This is my first time writing for Charlie Weasley but I am utterly in love with him as a character. This whole thing is just pure fluff so I hope you all enjoy it. 

Shrouded in the dim light of flickering candles, you're sat up in bed examining a photo album that arrived by owl. It had been addressed to the both of you so you took it upon yourself to open it. Your fingertips dance over the silky smooth film almost like you could feel the energy of that day from many moons ago. It showed Charlie dead centre surrounded by white snow and bare trees, just in the distance you could see the Shrieking Shack. He wore a thick green coat that reached to his knees, darkish blue jeans and a maroon jumper adorned with a deep yellow 'C' right in the middle. A red and yellow scarf rested tightly around his neck and flecks of pure white sat upon his flaming red hair. The smile on his face indicated a desire to be anywhere but in front of the camera and he was utterly oblivious to you creeping up behind him. As your hands slap against his shoulders, he jumps out of his skin. You can't help but smile as you watch the simple memory play out within the confines of the photograph. Bill had been the one to take it and you were rather grateful that he had. It was a special day forever engraved in your mind.

"What are you looking at?" Pulled from your thoughts by the man himself, Charlie enters the bedroom in nothing more than a pair of red and white checkered PJ bottoms. The bed dips beside you as he climbs in and you place the photo album carefully in his lap.

"Do you remember this?" A day so special to you could be long forgotten by him.

"Where did you get this?"

Your gaze falls to the photograph once more. "Your parents. It's mostly photos of you and your family," Flipping over the page, there was a picture of a very smiley Charlie with a tiny Ginny Weasley. It was an adorable shot but you quickly turn back. "Except for this one- do you remember?"

"Kind of... We went to Hogsmeade with Bill right?"

You nod a little before proclaiming ever so proudly. "I remember this day perfectly."

"And why is that?" Charlie passes the album back so you can continue your walk down memory lane.

"Because it was the day I realised I was actually in love with you..."

Grey clouds filled the afternoon sky, covering the ground in a thick blanket of snow. There was a brisk chill laced with the breeze that threatened to invade your winter clothes, but for now, they kept you reasonably warm. Snow flew into the air with every kick of your shoe and just a few paces behind you the crunch of Charlie followed. The day had been spent accompanying the two eldest Weasley siblings, Bill and Charlie around the small village of Hogsmeade. Nothing had struck your fancy except a Pumpkin Fizz purchased at The Three Broomsticks; the boys had both ordered Butterbeers. Bill was the first to leave so when the time came to return to Hogwarts, it was just you and Charlie. Not that you minded, he was your best friend after all. It had been that way ever since your second year when you showed a mild interest in dragons only to discover your fellow Gryffindor was rather... passionate about the subject. It was one of many things you came to admire about Charlie; he was so passionate about everything he engaged with. It was very sweet to witness just how excited he came at the mention of the ferocious magical creatures.

"It's so cold today." You muse out loud; a shiver spilling through your veins as the cold air blew against your face. It was beginning to feel numb with how cold it was. Charlie hummed in agreement. "Maybe next time you drag me out in the snow we should invest in some hot coco." Spinning on your heel, you begin to walk backwards so you can face him.

"You actually invited yourself," Charlie countered, his brow creasing. It really brought focus to the scar across his eyebrow. "It was only supposed to be Bill and me."

"Oh I see how it is" Arms folded, your bottom lip comes out in your best pout. "You could have just said you didn't want to hang out,"

"You know I didn't mean it that way," His expression softens, he really was too gentle for his own good. Of course, you knew he didn't mean to make it sound like your company was unwanted, you just liked making him sweat. "Sorry,"

"For what?" Bending at the knee, you brush the snow around you into a messy pile. Grabbing a handful off the very top. "I'm the one who intruder on your brotherly bonding." Standing back up, you roll the snow between your hands into a responsibly neat ball. The melting flakes quickly seeping through your Gryffindor mittens.

"We were happy to have you."

His words bring along a smile. "Thanks," Without hesitation, you throw your completed snowball directly at him. It smashes against the large yellow C of his jumper, covering him in white powder. "Now, come on."

Turning back around, you march forward with sincere child-like glee. There was something so magical about the way snow could make a person feel. You come to an abrupt stop as snow crashes into the back of your head; luckily none of it got into your coat. Glancing towards Charlie, he's brushing his hands together with an undeniable smirk. "Oh, it's on Weasley,"

Open fields, bare trees and stone walls guide the way back to the main castle meaning there was a lack of places to find cover. However, there certainly wasn't a lack of ammunition. Running ahead, you duck behind some cobblestone as best you can. Snowballs fly in your direction and you manage to dodge each one as you prepare your own stockpile. With one snowball in hand and five or so in reserve, you very carefully peer over the edge of the wall. Nothing but stone and snow; Charlie had completely vanished. Nicely played. With a deep breath, you listen for the sound of shoes against snow but the whistle of the wind is a heavy distraction. By the time the crunch hits your frozen ears, it's too late; Snow descends from up high like your own personal avalanche, covering you entirely in the frozen flakes. "Gotcha."

"Weasley," You whine, springing to your feet. Shaking your entire body to rid yourself of snow but it already managed to find it's way down your collar while freezing cold water begins to seep through your coat. Hearty laughter fills the air from an utterly amused Weasley; you try to look angry but it's a losing battle as you giggle alongside him. Feeling a lot colder than before, your eyes narrow in on him like a hawk and with the reflexes of a hare, the boy flees for his life. Grabbing the spare snowballs, you launch them one after the other as you chase after him. "You'll pay for that," A few land on their target but he's an agile little bugger. As he sprints past the wall collecting snow, he tosses it back before dropping to the ground. Both concerned and amused, you jog up to him.

"Charlie?" You find him face down in the white snow creating an almost perfect outline of his body. With a deep groan, Charlie flips onto his back; face flushed in a shade of bright red bringing his freckles into the spotlight. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine- don't worry." A sigh of relief, you offer him a gentle smile and a helping hand which he gladly accepts; pulling him to his feet. "Thanks,"

A tender smile graces his lips and for a split second you find yourself lost in his eyes; you've never noticed quite how unique they are. The light brown that surrounds the pupil fades so elegantly into the sea of blue. They're... mystical. Your heart beats a little bit faster as you both stand there in comfortable silence. Reaching up slowly, you brush some snow from his hair. "You should be more careful. We don't want you getting hurt." So many hours spent together and yet something felt different. Pulling your hand away quickly, heat rushed to your cheeks and you push him away. It was only then, while alone playing in the snow, did you realise that somewhere along the way your feelings towards him had changed; or perhaps you had just been scared to admit it to yourself before. "The last one to the castle is a rotten egg- and If I win I expect a chocolate frog."

As fast as you believed yourself to be, the snow made it increasingly difficult especially with it being rather deep. You also didn't count on Charlie Weasley being as fast as he was.

"Cheater," Is all he has to say as he so easily surpasses you; reaching the castle before you have a chance to think of a witty comeback. The boy leans so smugly against the castle wall as you approach, brows furrowed. "That's one chocolate frog for me,"

"How - are you - so fast?" You question between each breath. The race took more out of you than expected; at least you felt a little warmer now. Charlie shrugs at the question and so it's soon forgotten. What used to be such a normal act for the two of you now set your stomach a flutter as you take hold of his hand. "One chocolate frog coming right up."

"You don't have to," He replies, shaking his head a little.

"It was my idea and now I have to pay the price for losing."

Could he sense your nerves as you drifted through the castle corridors towards the common room? Did he feel the beat of your heart or the fluttering in your stomach with your hands together? Did he recognise the moment too? Heat washed over you as you entered the common room; a tickle contained in the bridge of your nose and your head begins to throb.

"I'm gonna go get changed." Dropping his hand, you disappear up to your dorm opting for something more comfortable and warm. It was awfully cold in here now. Heading back down to the coom room, you find Charlie lounging on the couch in front of the fire; just what you needed right now. There were a few students littered around the room but it was relatively quiet. Sitting on the edge next to him, you hold out your hands in front of the fire in search of its warm embrace. "Are you sneaking off into the forbidden forest tonight?"

"Not so loud," He hushes you. "Not tonight, it's way too cold. Not even mum's jumpers will help."

"I think your mum's jumpers are plenty warm," You fall back against the couch; head feeling cloudy. Why did you suddenly feel so hot?

"I can ask her to make you one if you like?" Charlie offers brightly meanwhile your head falls to rest against your best friend's shoulder. "She's always looking for an excuse to knit more." Chuckling to yourself, your eyes drift closed to deal with the sudden onset dizziness. "You alright?" You nod a little against him. Distant voices and the crackling of the fire filling the silence between you. "you're quite cute when you're tired"

Your heart skips a beat but you try not to think anything of it. It’d hurt your head too much to think anything of it. "I'm always cute,"

"Sure you are," a playful chuckle that's quick to fade leaves his lips "Maybe we should get you to bed?"

A gentle groan in response. "I'm fine here. Just... talk to me."

"About what?"

You knew Charlie better than anyone other than maybe his family so there was only one obvious answer. He just needed a little encouragement to ensure you didn't find him annoying; which unknown to him you never do when he talks about them. "I don't know... dragons?"

You don't hear much after that as you feel yourself begin to drift off but you just know his eyes are glittering with every ounce of passion he has for the beasts...

"If I remember correctly, didn't you get sick that day?" Charlie's voice breaks you from the memory. He was right; it turned out that you felt so exhausted because you'd actually caught a cold.

"Yeah," Closing over the album, you place it off on the bedside table for another day. Attention turned to Charlie, he's laying back with his head rested against his hands. Leaning down you place the gentlest of kisses against his lips. "Then you asked Bill to help brew a pepperup potion. Worked a treat although I didn't appreciate the steam shooting out of my ears."

[shreddedparchment]

A Playful Family

OTP Challenge 10/02/2020

Pairing: Thor x Reader          Word Count: 2,003

Warnings: Adult themes, language, LOTS of more fluff, sexy talk

A/N: This is for @thefanficfaerie​ ‘s OTP Challenge. I’m really enjoying these! Writing these out and just getting them out right away without worrying too much about plot. Just character stories with a family I already love. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

“NO!” Thor shouts, nearly pushing your heart to stopping as he jumps towards you from the stairs.

You jump and gasp, pressing your hand against your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“Thor, what the fu-?”

“Ah-ah!” Thor chastises you, frowning. “Little ears abound, my sweetest, beautiful, loving, and most of all forgiving wife.”

He closes the distance between you, putting his hands on your hips and pulling you against his chest.

“What did you do?” You ask him, suspicious but he chuckles and kisses you, bring both hands up to hold your head still as he does.

His kiss is sweet and warm, a fluttering of his lips prompts yours open and he tastes you, guiding your head to the right as his own goes left and he wraps his arms around you to support your weight as he dips you to the side and very nearly sweeps you off your feet.

Your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline as your arms go limp and you drop your sewing bag. Without its weight, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck loosely as Thor kisses all of your senses away.

He draws his tongue out slowly, letting it trace the center part of your upper lip as he stands you upright again. When you’re straight he gives you one final peck.

You’re not unaware of the fact that you’re standing there with your arms around him, lips still puckered, and your eyes shut as your now foggy mind begins to clear.

Holy fuck, this man can kiss.

“Now I know you did something.” You mumble.

Thor laughs but reaches down to take your bag and hurries around to hang it in its spot by the door. Your little bungalow, gifted by Tony when Thor had left you pregnant—though in his defense he didn’t know you were pregnant when he left you—hasn’t changed much. There are new additions to your walls and tables. New pictures with Thor and Rosie and Ben looking bigger and happier with his sister and his daddy at his side.

Your little kitchen with it’s round table is more scuffed than before with Thor here to add his own rough touch to it every now and then. Ben’s booster seat is gone as he’s grown enough to sit without one, but Rosie’s highchair sits among the other three, pink and yellow and green. And all throughout an array of pumpkins, both plaster and plastic, Rosie’s color changing ones on the island counter by the jar of Splenda packets.

Ben’s spoopy mirrors are hung upstairs along the hallway, wrapped in pulled cotton spiderwebs.

“I have done nothing. That is to say, nothing worth you getting angry at me over.” Thor corrects himself when you look skeptical. “May I ask a favor?”

With your arms hanging at your side, your coat still on, Thor slides behind you and helps you take it off. “Depends on the favor.”

Thor nods, moving to stand before you as he folds your jacket neatly and works out the creases you’ve made throughout the day. “What if I told you it was more a favor for Ben, than for me? Would that make you more amenable?”

You glare at him, reaching down with his hands nice and busy, and slide it far back enough that you can reach his butt and give it a pinch.

He jumps, “Hey!”

“You using our son to get me to agree to play your sick games?” You accuse.

Thor smiles slowly, softly, and the look in his eyes drives all teasing from you and makes your stomach flip. How can he look at you like that? How can he mean it? After everything you two have been through to get to this happy place—this happy home—you still can’t believe that Thor picked you.

“Only if it works.” He admits.

“Fine.” You sigh.

Thor smiles more widely then moves around you to hang your coat.

His heat suddenly wraps around you from behind, his hands tracing all the way down to your wrists then the backs of your hands which he cups gently, taking hold of them as he presses himself against you.

You can feel his pelvis pressed against your bottom, the subtle rubbing he’s teasing you with probably to punish you for the pinch to his butt.

When he speaks, the heat of his breath wafts along your ear and neck, chills erupting along your skin as your heart begins to pound and your panties become suddenly soaked.

“Close your eyes.” He whispers, voice so deep you can feel it in your hoo-haw.

“Thor-” You plead, hating him every bit for torturing you.

He leans a little further forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Please?”

You sigh but do as he wishes, shutting your eyes tight.

He takes hold of your head again, tilting it back and sideways until your lips meet his and he gives you another world melting kiss that leaves you breathless and hungry for more.

“I’ll be right back.” He tells you, then abandons you and what sounds like sprinting up the stairs.

“You’re gonna break the house!” You call to him, but he doesn’t reply.

A few minutes pass and your patience grows thin. You open your eyes and look up at the second floor landing but find it empty.

“Thor? How much longer?!”

“Do you have your eyes shut?!” Thor booms down the stairs.

You sigh, shaking your head as you turn slowly and press your hands over your eyes. With a smile you wait, your mind racing with all the possible surprises Thor and Ben might have cooked up in your absence.

“Okay! They’re shut.”

You try not to turn instantly when you hear Thor’s footsteps coming down the stairs accompanied by the sound of much smaller feet at his side.

You can hear Ben’s quiet giggle, his voice a little hiss. “Mommy will wuv it, wight daddy?”

“She’ll love it.” Thor whispers back and your heart could explode with the love you have for your boys.

They stop walking and a moment passes before Thor clears his throat. “Okay, you can look now.”

You turn, much too eager to see what they’ve been doing to take it slow and you very nearly fall to your knees at the sight of them.

All three of them, Thor, Ben at his side, and Rosie kicking and slapping her hands against Thor’s chest in excitement are dressed in footie pajamas.

Thor’s are black, the outline of bones along every inch of it making him look like a walking skeleton. Ben’s a little scarecrow with brown shoes, green pants with sewn in patches, a checkered red and yellow shirt with a patched up brown vest. Just above where the shoes end, where his pants end, and where his shirt meets his neck and wrists are tufts of soft stringy sun colored threads and fabric to make it look as if he is indeed fill with hay.

In Thor’s arms, Rosie’s own onesie is black on the top with what looks like the outline of what should be a corset that runs into the skirt of her pajamas stitched into the onesie, and then her legs are purple and green, made to look like a witch’s socks.

“Oh my goodness!” You gasp, genuinely pleased by the sight, downright tickled by how adorable your babies look but you play up the reaction for the benefit of your little ones.

Ben giggles, jumping once but remembers the rule about jumping in the house and stops immediately.

“You wike it, mommy?” Ben asks, clinging to Thor’s free hand tightly.

“I love it, sweet pea. Oh you all look so amazing! Come here, come give me a hug!” You drop to your knees and open your arms for him and he flies right for you, clinging tight when he’s in your arms.

“Surprise!” Thor exclaims, grabbing Rosie’s hand and shaking her little fist in celebration, then speaks for her. “Surprise, momma!”

“My Rosie, look at her, she looks so dang cute, Thor! Where did you find these?” You let Ben pull away from you as he runs into the living room, excited and eager to expend the extra energy that this little show has given him.

“At the shop, when we went to buy the decorations. I have yours upstairs. Yours is all white, with a shocked ghost face on it. Kinda looks like you did when I startled you.” He chuckles, teasing you heartlessly.

“Jerk.” You laugh, getting up and reaching for Rosie. She throws herself at you and you smother her cheek with kisses as Thor marches into the living room after Ben.

“Alright, son, we’ve shown your mother the pajamas. It’s time for bed.”

Ben gives a small defiant whine but then struts to the stairs and with lead in his feet and a pout on his lips, he walks up the stairs with Thor trailing behind him.

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“Are you really trying it on?” Thor calls from the room, waiting for you to make your appearance in your Halloween themed PJs.

“Of course. I need you to see me in it.” You tell him, wicked and knowing as to what you’re about to do.

He deserves it. He really deserves it after what he pulled downstairs.

“You’re not looking right?” You check, waiting with your hand on the door to your bathroom.

You’d left him sitting on his side of the bed, facing the large glass sliding doors that lead to the tiny balcony attached to your room. He’d already drawn the curtains thankfully.

“No. I’m not looking. I won’t cheat.” He promises and you believe him.

“Okay, here I come!” You announce then pull the door open and step out into your room.

He’s really still sitting facing the doors.

“What do you think?” You ask him and watch him lift his left leg onto the bed to traverse and turn towards you as best he can.

He might have been expecting the ghost pajamas but what you give him instead is soft gray baby doll lingerie set, with lace that looks like twisting dead tree branches along the top of your bust. The V neck ends between your breasts where the clasp holds the skimpy nightie shut. The layers of thin sheer fabric flow out at uneven lengths but hide just enough of the matching gray panties to tempt and give tantalizing sneaky peeks.

Thor’s jaw drops. He freezes. His eyes devour you from head to toe, but he doesn’t speak as you give him one quick spin that gives him a generous amount of you to ogle, the stop and pretend to only just remember the finishing touch.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” You move around the bed towards your small vanity by the sliding doors and reach for the headband with small black horns.

You slide them onto your head and turn back to Thor, smiling when you see that his gaze has followed you from one side of the room to the other.

“Well? What do you think?” You give him another spin then sigh. “Maybe I should just go put on the ghost?”

You pretend to think about it.

“Yeah, I think the ghost would be better. Right?” You nod and make to move back around the bed to the bathroom but Thor’s arm shoots out at you like a cobra and with an easy pull he’s got you falling onto the bed on your back, bouncing as you laugh.

“Woah,” You laugh again. “Okay, maybe I’ll keep this one on then.”

“No.” Thor shakes his head, reaching down between your knees to trace his hot calloused fingers along the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “No, I think you should take it off.”

His hands makes you breathless and as his fingers find the elastic edge of your underwear, you gasp, and he swallows hard.

“Here, let me help you.”

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The First Snow

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x fem!reader Rating: T+ Summary: Jack is finally home, just in time for the magic of the changing seasons.  Word Count:  1,827 Warnings: Sexually suggestive comments but nothing explicit, Soft!Whiskey, no beta A/N: This started as a little head cannon that I sent to @talesfromtheguild​ yesterday when we got our first (super early) snowfall of the year, and I expanded on it just a bit. I’m so soft for Jack, it’s unreal. I’m thinking of expanding this to a much steamier part two. yay? nay? 

Masterlist  |  Ao3

Fall on the ranch was your favorite time of year. The air was crisp and smelt of the turning leaves that fell gently in the breeze. It was the time to bring out your cozy clothes; your favorite sweaters and scarves, the knit mittens your grandmother had made you, the cute little beanies your boyfriend insisted on buying you (not that you were complaining). Everything inside smelt of cinnamon and nutmeg, and the nights were spent wrapped in a fleece blanket by the fire with your favorite warm drink warming your hands. In a word, it was perfection. The only thing that made it better was when your man finally made it home for the holidays.

And that final thing is what you currently find yourself waiting for.

A fire crackles in the fireplace as you rummage through the multiple boxes of fall decorations and clothes, beyond excited to finally be able to bring them out. Garlands of red and orange leaves already draped across the mantel, and piles of your favorite fleece blankets take up all sitting space the couch. The smell of pumpkin spice is already beginning to float through the room, your candles being the absolute first things you had pulled out. A gentle tune floats through the air from your lips, and so consumed in your task are you that you don’t hear the backdoor open. It wasn’t until Jack’s lovely drawl hits your ears as he calls your name from the mudroom that your eyes finally leave the bins in front of you.

“Baby!” you laugh, jumping to your feet as you run to greet the love of your life. You crash your body into his and his arms wrap around you, holding you tightly against him as your own wind around his waist. He smells of rich leather, aged whiskey, and a warm spice that was so distinctly him.

“Well now! That’s a welcome that I’ll never tire of.” He chuckles and lifts your chin to connect his lips to yours in a heady kiss, the taste of him just as sweet as the day he left. Your hands grab fistfuls of his jacket as you desperately try to hold yourself closer to him. A hand runs along your back, drifting down to the hem of your shirt to caress the skin in the small of your back. The whine you let out at the feeling of his skin on yours after so long is unseemly and Jack chuckles into the kiss before leaning back, looking down at you with his characteristic smirk. “Easy there Darlin’, we got plenty of time.” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear causing you to shiver.

“I missed you, Jack.” you pout, keeping your arms around his waist. He smiles and taps your nose.

“And I missed you,  gorgeous. Tell you what, let me get my things put away, you put on somethin’ cozy, and we’ll go for a walk out on the property, hm? The trees are all turning, and I know how much you like seeing the colors.” He leans in and kisses your nose and when he pulls back, he chuckles at the light in your eyes. They were nearly sparkling with excitement and you nod, hopping up to peck his cheek before letting go to go find your favorite cardigan. Jack can’t resist the urge to smack your ass as you scamper off, causing you to let out a squeak quickly followed by his own amused chuckle.

“You ready Darlin’?” Jack calls from the front door once everything is put away, a smile in his voice.

“Yeah!” You run down the hall dressed in your favorite blue cardigan, knit gloves, and cream knit beanie Jack had grabbed you the last time he was on a job up in Canada. His eyes shine as you run up to him, taking his hand. You were so unbelievably gorgeous and oh how he had missed that brilliant smile while work had him away from you. 

“Well aren’t you the most adorable thing I ever did see!” He squeezes your hand in his, leading you outside into the crisp Autumn air. You would never tire of the smell of fall, and that smell mixed with the faint smell of your Jack bordered on intoxicating.

Jack’s ranch was no small plot of land. He had a large amount of acreage, perfect for a horse stable for you mare and two stallions and cattle pin for several dairy cows, along with a bull pen, pig pen, chicken coop and run, and goat pen. At the back of the property was a small orchard, mainly cherries, but a few apples scattered among them, and every year they turned the most beautiful shades of orange and red you had ever seen. It was here that Jack lead you, your hand held tightly in his own.

“I saw you got the fall stuff out while I was gone. You want some help puttin’ all that up when we get back?” Jack turns to look at you, eyebrow raised. You grin salaciously back at him and shake your head.

“I can think of a number of other things I’d rather do when we get back to the house.” Your eyes quickly rake up and down his body and he tuts softly. 

“You little fox, how did I get so lucky to find someone as insatiable as you?” He laughs as he leans in to press a quick kiss to your cheek. ��Ready to ride this cowboy the second he walked in the door!”

“Save a horse, right?” You chuckle, looking up to the trees. “This is my favorite season, you know. Everything about it is just perfect.” Jack nods, swinging your hands as he leads you down the path through the orchard.

“I’ve taken note of your slight interest in the time of year, don’t you worry Darlin’.” Heat floods to your cheeks at the thought of the multitude of fall décor boxes currently sprawling over the living room floor. Boxes that were non-existent prior to your moving in. You open your mouth to retort when something cold and wet hits your cheek. Stopping in your tracks, you look to the sky, gray clouds blocking out the sun in what you thought was a typical fall afternoon. Jack passes you a questioning glance as you freeze, following your gaze to the sky.

“Did somethin’ catch your eye, doll? You alright?”

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I just… something hit my face is all. Was wondering if it was gonna rain.” You glance at him, honestly concerned about getting caught in a freezing rain at this time of year. That would certainly put a damper on the whole evening. Jack’s eyes narrow on the sky for a moment before they widen in surprise, a smile slowly forming on his face.

“Look a little closer, Darlin’. It ain’t rain.” You look back to the sky at his prompting, watching before letting out a small gasp.

It was snowing. The very first snow of the year, and you get to experience it with the love of your life beside you.

“It’s a little earlier this year than normal, I’d reckon,” Jack observes, moving behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. You lean back against him, shivering at the slow but steady drop in temperature that encouraged the snowfall in the first place. Maybe you should have grabbed a heavier jacket.

“Yeah, just a bit. Hopefully it doesn’t last long. I’d hate to lose the rest of the veggies to an errant cold snap.” You shiver again as a gust of wind dances through the orchard, the leaves rustling above your heads as you watch the snowfall gradually grow heavier. Jack leans away from you for a moment and you hear the sound of a zipper before he’s pulling you back against his chest, wrapping his coat around you both as best he can. “What on earth are you doing?” you giggle, looking up at him.

“Can’t let my little lady be shivering out here in the cold, now can I?” He glances down at you with a smile before looking back out over his ranch, watching as the snow clings to the grass and the wooden fences. You watch him for a moment, your eyes tracing over the lines of his face, the hook of his nose and the crinkles of smile lines at the corners of his eyes...and you smile at how perfect this was before looking back out with him. You feel him press a kiss to the top of your head before he leans his cheek against the side of it. “I can only think of one thing in this world that is more beautiful than the first snow of the year.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” You lay your head back to rest it against his shoulder, looking up at him. He smiles down at you in the way that makes your heart flutter in your chest before leaning in to press a delicate kiss to your lips.

“You, sweetheart. Everythin’ in this world pales in comparison to you. Even the magic of the year’s first snow.” That heat rushes to your cheeks again, and to the tips of your ears and you can’t help the giddy sounding giggle that escapes your lips at Jack’s praises. His grip around you tightens just a bit as he leans down to nuzzle against your cheek, the tickle of his mustache causing you to giggle even louder. “C’mon, Darlin’. Let’s get you back to the house to warm up. This flimsy little cardigan won’t keep the cold out much longer.”

“That’s why I have you. You’re like a walking heater!” You smile, turning in his arms to hold yourself to him, nuzzling into his chest. When he chuckles, you feel it reverberate in his chest and a warmth fills you. You had missed your cowboy, your Jack.

“As hot as I may be, I’m startin’ to lose feelin’ in my nose, so let’s head back. Besides, I do believe there were, how did you say it again? A number of other things you wanted to do when we got back?” You can hear the smirk in his voice before you even look up at him, but when you do, the hunger you see in his deep, brown eyes makes you weak in the knees that it’s all you can do to not sprint back to the ranch house. “And I think I may have a few ideas of my own,” he adds, leaning down to nip at your lip. You whimper softly and nod, pulling away from him to tug him home by the hand.

“Well don’t just stand there, come ON cowboy! Get to steppin’!” His laugh resounds through the orchard as he follows after you. Jack Daniels was finally home, and things couldn’t have been more perfect.

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