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zaczenemiji · 11 months ago

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Can you do a spiderwomen x kenji sato. Maybe she was sent to retrieve emi and then got caught by kenji, and she was put into a jail like thing. So now she's just stuck there. She starts flirting with him. If yk what i mean 😏👉🏿👈🏿🎀💓🌸

Have an ice cream cone. 🍦

Thanks ♡♡♡♡

Kaiju Heist

Kenji Sato x Spiderwoman!Reader

Word Count: 1,066

Genre/Warnings: Anti-hero, Flirting, Imprisonment, Morally Grey/Ambiguous Reader

Author’s Note: This one was a bit challenging, I hope it’s to your liking. Thank you for the ice cream, I offer you this fic.

MASTERLIST

Your plan was simple: sneak in, grab the baby kaiju, and get out. But things rarely went according to plan.

Let’s begin where it all started—that damn spider.

Long story short, your parents were scientists doing experiments on radioactive spiders. You help in their lab and one day, an earthquake enormous kaiju shook the city, causing a containment breach. The next thing you know, a particularly aggressive spider bit your hand.

Of course, you gained extraordinary abilities. Others would’ve loved this and used them for good—be like Ultraman or whatever. But to you, it’s more like a curse. Seriously, you didn’t ask for this so ain’t no way were you going to become a selfless heroine.

So you did nothing with your abilities; you didn’t hone it whatsoever. You looked at it as if it’s just another arm that grew out of your body. Like grabbing a bag of chips from across the room, you’d shoot spider webs out to get it without standing.

Despite living your life as privately as you could, somehow, the Kaiju Defense Force was still able to find you. So here you are now, in their headquarters.

You stood there, arms crossed. “I’ve told you before, Dr. Onda,” you said. “I’m not looking to be a hero. I just want to be left alone.”

Dr. Onda, chief officer of the KDF, and old acquaintance of your parents, leaned forward. “I know. But this isn’t about heroism,” he replied. “This is a highly sensitive mission and you’re the only one who can pull it off.”

"And why should I care?" you replied coolly. "What's in it for me?"

"Payment, of course. A substantial one. Enough to ensure you can continue living the peaceful life you desire without any further interference from us,” Dr. Onda answered.

“And more importantly, it's a one-time deal. Complete this mission, and you'll never hear from the KDF again."

Your face expressed a guarded neutrality but inside, you found it so tempting—the promise of financial security and freedom from future obligations.

“What’s the job?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Dr. Onda tapped a few keys on his desk console, and a holographic image of a baby kaiju appeared, rotating slowly.

“It’s an entity of importance for the goals of KDF to be fulfilled,” he said. “Recently, it fell into the hands of Kenji Sato. We need you to retrieve it and bring it back to us.”

You studied the hologram, noting the details. "And how exactly am I supposed to move a 20-foot-tall kaiju baby without causing a scene?"

Dr. Onda leaned back, a small smile playing on his lips. "We have a special containment unit designed specifically for it. It's portable and can be deployed with your help. Your task is to get close enough to activate it and secure the kaiju.”

"And the payment?" you pressed.

Dr. Onda named a figure that made your eyes widen slightly. It was more than enough to ensure your financial independence for years to come.

"Alright," you said finally. "I'll do it. But remember, this is a one-time deal. After this, I want nothing more to do with the KDF."

Dr. Onda smiled, “You have my word."

You turned to leave but paused at the door, and glanced back. "I hope you're right about this, Dr. Onda,” you said. “Because if this goes sideways, I won't be the one paying the price."

Going back to the present—here you are, in Kenji Sato’s basement, trapped in a cylindrical glass containment unit, similar to the one the baby kaiju you were supposed to retrieve was held in.

A floating spherical robot circled around you. “We knew they would send someone,” it said in a mechanically feminine voice.

Suddenly, it projected a red light over your body, scanning you. “But I didn’t expect a spider-woman.”

You pressed your hands against the glass, testing its strength. "Nice trap," you said. “But it's going to take more than that to keep me here."

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” a voice came out of nowhere. Turning around, you see THE Kenji Sato with an eyebrow raised and his gaze locked with yours.

The biggest mystery that bothered you upon accepting this mission was how the hell did this famous baseball star had a giant baby in his basement.

You leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest. "So, what's the plan, Kenji? Keep me here forever?” you asked. “Or do you have something else in mind?"

Kenji smirked. "Depends. Why are you here?"

"Why do you think?" you replied, your tone flirtatious. "I was sent to retrieve that kaiju baby. But now, it seems I've found something else worth my attention."

Kenji's eyes narrowed slightly, "And what might that be?"

You gave him a slow, knowing smile. "You, of course,” you answered. “You're much more interesting than a simple retrieval mission."

Kenji chuckled, though he tried to hide it. "Flirting isn't going to get you out of there."

"Maybe not," you conceded, stepping closer to the glass, "But it does make this whole situation a lot more entertaining, don't you think?"

Kenji took a step closer, his eyes studying you. "You're not what I expected."

You tilted your head, your smile widening. "Good. I'd hate to be predictable."

There was a moment of silence as the two of you sized each other up. Finally, Kenji spoke. "You know, if you weren't here to take Emi, we might have been able to get along."

"Oh, I think we still can," you said, your voice low and seductive. "Besides, I never said I was strictly here for Emi."

Kenji looked at you, his expression softening just a fraction. "And what if I let you out?"

You pressed yourself against the glass, your eyes locked on his. "Then maybe, just maybe, we can help each other."

Kenji pondered this for a moment before shaking his head. "Nice try,” he said. “But I need to know more about you before I make that decision."

"Fair enough," you replied, leaning back once more. "But remember, Kenji, sometimes the spider catches more than just her prey."

Kenji turned away, a small smile playing on his lips. "We'll see about that."

You didn’t wanna include this in your escape plan because things rarely went according to plan. But in your mind, you noted: flirt, make him fall for you, and escape.

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wandaslovey · 6 months ago

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𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍?

➺ pastors!wife!wanda x fem!reader

wc ~ 3.8k

a/n: part 2 of my “when two wrongs make a right” series. it’s based around their first time meeting. fair warning my lovey’s - this part of the series may seem a little slow in the beginning. i really wanted to build a little background for both the reader and wanda. let me know what sort of things you’d like to see from these two cuties and i’ll try and incorporate them in the coming parts :)

*not proofread*

cw: mentions of an unspecified religion, religious homophobia as well as a bit of internalized homophobia, light undertones of infidelity/cheating, specified age gap (r=20, w=32), smoking cigarettes, reader being a bit of a stalker, wanda being a massive, shameless flirt and bold with a capital B.

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it had been over a month since you moved with your parents to a small town in georgia. they said it was on account of a “fresh start” but you had a gut feeling it was really just because your mother wanted to officially separate your father from mrs. stacey—your old neighbor. your dad never came clean about his affair, but it didn’t matter because your mom wasn’t stupid. mrs. stacey and your father weren’t exactly good at keeping things secretive. whatever. you didn’t care. as far as you were concerned, neither of your parents truly cared about much, including their marriage and including you. they were obsessed with their image, wanting to be the perfect cookie cutter, church-going family. it was all about pretenses. it didn’t matter what was going on behind the mirror because the perfectly angled reflection was all people saw of them.

you had planned for things to be different for yourself once you moved here. for one thing, you didn’t want to be a “church-going girl” anymore. after all, everything that was said only made you have more questions. on top of that, you were supposedly a sinner on account of not being attracted to boys. why would you wanna be some place where people wouldn’t accept you if they knew?

your plans turned to squash when the first sunday you tried to tell your parents, it ended up being an enormous deal—your mom sobbing crying that you were trying to “sever your relationship with god.” you tried to console her for a few minutes, but the more you pushed not to go to the church service, the more upset the both of your parents became. to keep the peace and to quit hearing your mother’s nonsense, you bit the bullet and decided to go.

the whole way to the chapel, you planned in your head exactly what you would say the next time this conversation came up. you were 20 years old. you weren’t going to let your parents dictate whether you wanted to participate in religion or not.

as the three of you arrived to the church, you filed in with the rest of the congregation. you kept your head down, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself. it wasn’t until the pastor began his sermon and invited his wife onto the stand that the fake conversation going on with your parents in your head came to an abrupt stop.

holy sh— you thought to yourself.

you see her for the first time. mrs. maximoff. wanda. you’d learned her name once she’d announced it over the pulpit. she radiated an air of confidence and a surety in herself. you tried to commit every detail of her to memory. her southern accent, the way she spoke, her laugh, her hair, her eyes, her lips, her pretty figure, her well-manicured hands that you could see even from your spot down in the congregation..

from then on, you were infatuated with the pastors wife. there was something about her. something that went beyond her stunning outward appearance. you couldn’t put your finger on what it was, but you didn’t mind observing her for however long was necessary to figure it out. you had a penchant for observation after all.

•

five weeks had gone by, this sunday being the sixth time you get to obsess over wanda in person. your thoughts about the pastors wife had you feeling a little nervous, your tummy filling with butterflies as you think about her. technically, it was wrong to think of another woman this way—right? that’s what you’ve been told your whole life. and on top of that, she was married.

oh to hell with it. it’s not like anything would come of it.

as you stand in the mirror, fussing with your sunday dress, you can’t help but look over yourself once, twice, three times before you finally turn away from your own reflection. the longer you looked, the more flaws seemed to appear, so instead, you take a cigarette out of its hiding place—under the floorboards at the end of your bed—and begin your typical “smoking secretly out the window” ritual.

you needed something to help calm your nerves before you headed to church. especially because today they were doing something called a “linger longer” after the service. it was meant for people to take the opportunity to socialize and eat some finger food after being “spiritually fed.” you didn’t know what that meant, but all you cared about was getting more time to observe the beautiful mrs. maximoff. you very quickly noticed she was quite popular within the church community. she talked with everyone. she was always so spritely and positive—you wondered if it was as genuine as it seemed. not that you would know any time soon. you always left before she could make the rounds to talk to you.

you quickly put your cigarette out in the ash tray and stow it back in its hiding place before looking yourself over one more time and then heading to the church service.

•

wanda noticed you the very first sunday you sat in the pews. she never missed a new couple or family coming in to join their congregation. it was her duty as the pastors wife to get to know everyone. she didn’t mind it either. like a true extrovert, she thrived off of interacting with other people—so to say she was a tad disappointed when she noticed you duck out right after the service before she could introduce herself to you—was an understatement. she met your parents of course who seemed nice enough, but she wanted to meet the pretty girl whom she caught staring at her quite a few times.

every sunday from then on was much the same, she’d catch you staring at her off and on throughout the service. each time she couldn’t help but smirk to herself, wondering what you were thinking in that head of yours. she was instantly intrigued by your behavior and even more so intrigued by the draw she seemed to have to you. without meaning to, she started trying to draw a picture in her head of what type of woman you might be. you seemed reserved yet polite, sweet yet stubborn and bold yet sometimes bashful, especially when she caught you looking at her. you were deliciously difficult for her to figure out and that’s why this sunday, she had made up her mind she was going to pin you down at the linger longer.

•

today was the first time you listened to a sermon and wished it stretched on a little longer. mrs. maximoff was speaking, preaching about the importance of charity. you didn’t disagree with her of course, but it wasn’t so much what she was saying, it was how she said it. you quickly became partial with how she spoke. it was like her tone indicated that everything she said was factual and not up for debate. you admired that quality in her—her ability to speak so profoundly.

she wrapped up her speech and then took her place to sing in the choir for the closing song. your eyes remained on her the whole time. while you couldn’t exactly pick out her individual voice from the bunch, you were sure her singing was the best.

as people filed out of the chapel and out onto the vast lawn that surrounded the church building, you take a moment to admire your surroundings. georgia really was beautiful—very humid, but still beautiful. the lawn was littered with white folding chairs and circular tables with some pink, orange and yellow wildflowers as the center pieces. the colors contrasted beautifully against the long, overgrown green grass and the brilliant blue sky above.

you quickly made your way over to the long rectangle table with food. if there was one thing you learned from being an observant person, it’s that you looked less awkward not socializing if you had a small plate of food in your hand. it wasn’t that you were necessarily anti-social or hated interacting with others, you just didn’t like talking with people who were typically on their moral high-horses.

you exchange pleasantries with a small family who, like you, made a beeline for the food table. you don’t pay much attention to what you put on your flimsy paper plate; some sort of meat kabob, fresh fruit and boiled peanuts. you’d never had boiled peanuts before, but apparently it was one of the food staples of georgia.

turning away from the table, you scan the small groups of people and notice how a lot of them don’t even bother to take a seat at the tables. most people choose to stand in the more open part of the field and chat. you didn’t have to look through the herds of people for long before your eyes land on wanda. she had her head thrown back, laughing at something one of the ladies from the choir had said. her laughter carried through the light breeze that was currently blowing. the sound instantly became one of your favorites to hear.

god, what was wrong with you? you had never become so quickly obsessed with someone before. not even close. the closest thing you could think of was that massive crush you had on sally miller in the 9th grade. still.. that didn’t compare to this.

you begin walking through the cluster of tables, your eyes glancing from her to looking at where you’re walking and then back to her again.

the next 30 minutes was much the same. you briefly sat down at a table, but once more people came to sit with you, you quickly offered your seat up to the last member of a larger family so nobody had to be separated.

no matter where you sat, stood, or walked, your eyes never strayed far from wanda. that was until a kind, middle aged woman came over to talk with you. she was kind enough, asking questions about you and your parents. she seemed genuinely interested in your life, and for that you were happy to talk with her. you learned she had been married for 10 years and her and her husband had been trying for a baby for awhile now, but had run into so many complications. you sympathized with her, understanding that it must be very difficult for something you want so badly to be so painstaking to achieve.

it wasn’t until you exchanged farewells and she moved onto the next person to talk to, that you noticed wanda no longer stood where she was before. in fact, she wasn’t anywhere in the several crowds of people you skimmed through. did she leave? you squint your eyes, focusing in on any short blonde hair you could see in front of you from the place you stood.

“hi there.” you hear drawled out from behind you.

oh my god.

you slowly turn, your eyes falling on none other than mrs. maximoff. you quickly compose the brief surprise that passed over your face.

“mrs. maximoff.” you swallow and tuck some hair behind your ear, offering her a polite smile to mask the squinty expression you had before. had she realized you were looking for her? you hope not..

“oh please, calling me mrs. maximoff makes me feel so old! call me wanda.” she outstretches her arm to shake your hand which you take only after a moments hesitance.

“wanda,” you repeat, your smile growing as you feel her gently squeeze your hand before letting go.

“this is usually the part where you tell me your name, honey.” she smiles amusedly, already thoroughly enjoying this interaction.

“i’m… (y/n), (y/n) (y/l/n).”

“lovely to finally meet you, miss (y/n).” she appraises you, looking you up and down in your cute floral patterned dress. your stomach flutters as you notice her eyes lingering on your figure.

“i met your parents a few weeks ago, but i never got the chance to say hi to you. anyway, i’m real glad we’re finally getting to talk now.” her eyes subtly scan over your features, taking in your pretty eyes, cute nose and full pouty lips. she even noticed the light spackle of freckles across your cheeks and bridge of your nose. she wondered if those freckles were there year round or just for the summer.

“yeah, i um.. i’m not usually one for socializing.” you admit, clasping your hands together in front of you. one of your fingers fiddle with the ring on your left thumb, twisting it around.

“so, (y/n), i have a confession to make.” she blurts, the implication behind her pronouncement making your more on alert. she runs her hand through her perfectly kempt hair before resting it on her hip, trying to appear more casual—though this conversation was rapidly feeling less so.

“oh?” you ask curiously.

“well, it’s just that i’ve noticed you looking at me a fair amount on sunday’s—when i’m at the microphone, singing in the choir, sitting in the pews…but then you never come and talk to me. am i so frightenin’?”

your eyes widen in surprise. you knew you weren’t exactly subtle with your spared “glances,” but was it that obvious?

“what? no, no, no, it’s not that. not that at all. it’s just—well i..” the way she asks has you stumbling over your words. you never meant to offend her. it wasn’t that she was frightening, you just had no idea what to say to her.

she makes an attempt to mask her amusement but can’t help it with your stuttered response. a smile eventually breaks across her face and she chuckles lightly at your trying to explain, finding it endearing.

“oh, i’m just messing with you, sweet thing. no need to get all tongue tied.” her smile was amused and her eyes twinkle with playfulness as she reaches out to touch your shoulder. the action was meant to be placating, but it did nothing more than make you feel more flustered.

“tell me more about yourself.” she says it more as a command than a question, changing the subject and sparing you further embarrassment. you’re grateful for the change in tone regardless of its abruptness.

you shrug, unsure where to begin exactly, but you quickly found yourself wanting to tell this woman everything about you. “well, what would you like to know?”

“what does a cute thing like you get up to?what’re some of your hobbies?” her what appeared to be shameless flirting, surprised you. you mentally kick yourself, thinking she couldn’t possibly be flirting. it was probably just a southern thing they did here…

it was against “god’s plan” to have same sex relations of any kind. that included flirting, didn’t it? and she was married to the pastor for christ’s sake.

although.. at church you did notice that the two of them never seemed to be near to each other at all.. no. you were reading into things. this was just her being polite.

“umm, well, i guess i like to read? mostly fantasy. i’m kind of a closet nerd. i like doing things that are creative, so i’ve been teaching myself to paint and i also make string bracelets or anklets sometimes.. you know, it terms of creative things, um..” you trail off, your hand rubbing the back of your head as you draw a blank. why couldn’t you remember your own hobbies? you weren’t normally so easily flustered or stuttering over your words, but wanda’s confidence and boldness brought out a bashfulness in you that you didn’t even know existed.

she listens intently to your response, nodding encouragingly and she remains silent in your pause to find your words. she wanted to know you better and she could be as patient as was necessary.

“i also like to write.. poetry mostly. i don’t often sit down to do it, but i always enjoy when i do. um, i also love going on walks, listening to music… oh! i love rollercoasters. rollercoasters are probably one of my favorites things.” the longer you talked about what you enjoyed, the looser, less nervous you felt. wanda could see your soft shyness dissipating the more you shared. you light up in a way when you speak, your passion for your interests shining through with your facial expressions and hand movements.

“oh my—rollercoasters? you’re just a little adrenaline junkie, aren’t you?” she teases with a warm smile, her nose scrunching in the most adorable way.

“i wouldn’t go that far, but i do enjoy a good thrill,” you keep your tone light-hearted, mirroring her tone and her smile. her gentle teasing and close attention to you was beginning to make you feel light headed with giddiness.

“what about you, wanda? what do you like to do?” you take a step closer to her, your arm reaching across your chest to grab the other as you continue to feel at ease in her presence.

“anything, really. i like to change things up, keep life interesting. if there’s something new i want to partake in, i seldom hold back from trying it out.” her eyes shine with something you can’t quite put your finger on. you couldn’t help but feel there might be a double meaning to her words, but you could also just be reading into things again. hard to know for sure as you notice her eyes flick up and down your body for the second time since this conversation started.

the two of you continue talking for what only felt like minutes. you barely notice the other people around beginning to clean up food, tables and chairs. it wasn’t until most things had been cleared away that you realize just how long you’ve been standing here talking—nearly a half hour.

“well, i guess i should be letting you get back to the rest of your day,” she sighs, her shoulder raising and lowering with the action. you frown slightly, not wanting your time with her to come to an end. wanda notices of course because just like you were with her, she was paying an awful lot of attention to you.

“yeah.. yeah i guess so.” you nod in agreement, but feel anything but a desire to part from her in this moment.

“hey,” her hand reaches up and gently squeezes your shoulder, her hand lingering there. you feel your heart begin to beat faster, a warmth spreading in your chest.

“can you sing?” she asks randomly. you clear your throat, the sudden question taking you off guard.

“umm.. i’m sorry?” you ask stupidly.

“sing - can you sing?” she reiterates.

“well.. yeah a little, but w-“ she cuts you off.

“perfect! it’s settled then. you’ll join our choir!” her voice is cheery sounding, but the suggestion she made to join didn’t leave much room for discussion.

“i will?” you look at her in slight disbelief, though a smile was also tugging at the corner of your lips.

“mhmm, i don’t see why not. you want to spend more time with me, don’t you?” her boldness was astonishing. you couldn’t decide if you found it endearing, intimidating or sexy.. possibly a combo of the three. she had to be flirting. you finally decided.

“if i say yes, then..?” you trail off, neither confirming nor denying her claim.

“if you say yes then you’ll be nothin’ but honest, and you wanna be honest with me, don’t you (y/n)?” she raises her brows inquisitively, the hand that was still lingering at your upper arm squeezing again.

“that’s very bold of you to assume.” you challenge, your normal wit finally coming out to play. you couldn’t help it. her insistence on being so unabashed and teasing was rubbing off on you.

“well i have eyes, don’t i? believe it or not, i put ‘em to good use.” she drops her hand from your arm and crosses her arms over her chest.

“i noticed.” you purse your lips, your eyes dancing with playfulness as you hint at the fact you’ve caught her looking you up and down a couple times.

she smiles wide at your matching her energy, but she couldn’t help but want the upper hand back, no matter how much she was enjoying this new side of yourself.

“i won’t apologize for gawking at a pretty, young thing like you.” she smiles triumphantly when she notices your dignified posture slump slightly, the most delicate blush coloring your cheeks.

“you don’t have to apologize,” you say quietly, your words surprising you as you say them aloud instead of just in your mind. you look down and off to the side, wanting to hide the heat spreading across your cheeks.

“well we should both get goin’, but choir practice is every tuesday and thursday at 7pm. i wanna see you there, (y/n).” she reaches up presses her palm against your cheek so you’re looking at her again. she locks eyes with you with an edge of what appears to be sternness.

you nod slowly, captivating in her stare. she smiles, pleased and then drops her hand from your face.

“great, i’ll see you then, sweetheart.” she taps your nose affectionately, before turning on her heel and walking away. you watch her figure retreat to the parking lot, your head spinning a bit as your interaction played through your head.

•

as you arrive home late that afternoon, you can’t fight the smile that kept spreading across your face or the butterflies that never seemed to stop fluttering around in your stomach.

when you lay in bed at night to go to sleep, your conversation with wanda kept going through your head. you wondered what it all meant. she had to be flirting—but it was that very fact that had you confused. didn’t she herself subscribe to the belief that being gay was a sin? did she feel it was as wrong as the people in the church say it is? what would her husband think? what would he do if he found out about your conversation today?

the more you thought about it, the more unsettled you felt. before you could truly start to spiral though, you remember wanda’s smile and her contagious laughter. you think to yourself how good it felt to be with her, how warm you felt inside and how at ease she made you feel after a short while.

how could something something so bad, feel so good?

#when two wrongs make a right: series #w2wmar #southern wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you

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jaredpadonlyyyy · 4 months ago

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𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝘼𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙈𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝘿

• 𝙉𝙊 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏

• 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙔𝙊𝙐

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙄𝙂𝙃, 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝘼𝙆𝙀𝘿

You and JJ were hanging out at the chateau, it was one of those days were you wanted to leave home because your dad was drunk and you knew what was coming, you couldn’t handle seeing how he would treat your mother, and how after she would get so drugged out, that he would continue onto your little brother, but you would always take his place. So before it could happen, you packed a bag for him and yourself and took him to your grandparents house and left him there with them. Told him that you will be back in a few days as he still didn’t understand what was going on. Since he was four years old still.

John B was at work, so the chateau was alone at the moment. John B always lets you stay and his dad had even given you your own room from when you wanted to escape your home. Currently you and JJ were passing a joint between the two of you both of your with your legs up on the walls as you laid on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as the light of the day shines inside the room. “You okay?” JJ asked after a while. Since you didn’t talk at all since you had gotten to the chateau. You sigh as your eyes got watery and you looked over at the blonde boy you’ve been in love with since the fourth grade, it was when you met him

You shook your head but you looked away trying to hold back your tears. “Honestly, I’ll never be okay.” You told him. JJ always understood her home situation as he’s gone through it with his own father as well. So they both had found comfort in each other. It was either between smoking weed and have sex, or just have sex or just smoke weed. You knew he didn’t like you that way, but as long as you felt what it’s like to be loved by him, touched by him, you didn’t mind. Love wasn’t in your mind as all you were worried about, was what were you and your baby brother were going to eat that day. The money that your father makes, always goes onto drugs and a lot of alcohol. You were in charge of paying the rent on time, the bills weren’t sometimes paid because it was not enough money. So you would shower at either the chateau or at your grandparents house or at Kie’s

“Yeah, I get it.” He said as you both looked at each other. He passed you the joint as you sat up and you took off your cropped top letting your breast come out. “What are you doing?” JJ asked you as you took a hit of the joint. His blue eyes falling onto your pink hard nipples. “Let’s get naked.” You told him as you stood up on the bed and wiggled out of your sleeping shorts, leaving you completely naked in front of JJ.

You’ve both have seen each other naked. Since it wasn’t the first time having sex with each other. JJ’s eyes wonder lower to your pussy and he felt himself twitching inside his swim trunks. Since you worked out, you had the perfect tight little body, fit, small. “Come on, it feels good being naked.” You told him as you sat back down on the bed, bringing your legs up to your chest as you passed him back the joint.

He stood up taking off his shirt along with his swim trunks and his boxer shorts. Your eyes falling onto his soft dick. Even it being soft, it looked long and you loved it. Both of you laid back down on the bed in the same position you were initially and passed a joint after another. By the time you were both done. You were both giggling as JJ had said something funny.

Both of you stayed quiet as you both enjoy the peaceful moment together, enjoying your high you felt happy at the moment, it was always your favorite place to be with JJ, in moments you needed him, he was always there to console you in any way you want.

Whether it was just sex, or hanging out. He was just always there. No one but him understood you.

“You know what we should do?” You said as you turn your body towards JJ’s. “Have sex?” He said as you giggled. “No! I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but that’s not the point. The point is, that when we turn 30 and we haven’t gotten married, we should just marry each other and have like 20 kids.” She said making JJ smile as she said that. “20 kids?” He asked her as he turned his body towards hers as well. “Yeah, I mean, why not.” She shrugged as his hands reached over and placed his hand on her hip, giving it a light squeeze. “I mean, I’m down, but 20 kids?” He said.

“Okay, fine, 30.” She said making the blonde boy laugh, making her giggle.

“You want to know something?” JJ asked her as she calmed down and looked at him. “What’s that?” You asked him. His ocean blue eyes on yours as he softly smiled. “I love you.” He said making you smile fade as he said that. It didn’t sound like the I love you’s he will tell you all the time. That one sounded different.

“W-What?” You nervously laughed as he moved his naked body closer to yours. “I’ve been in love with you, since. I don’t know. A long time.” He said to you. “JJ.” You said his name softly as he inched closer to you. “If you don’t feel the same. It’s okay.” He said.

But as you were about to answer, the door to the room opened. “Hey— oh god!!” John B yelled as his eyes widen. “John B!!” You quickly grabbed your pillow covering your naked body from his view. JJ just laughed at how red your face has gotten from being caught. “Don’t you know how to knock!” You yelled. “Sorry!” John B yelled from the other side of the door. “Next time fucking knock!” You yell at him.

“We’re not done talking.” You told JJ as you stood up and got dressed, really hoping there was some kind of news about the gold they have been looking for.

This was supposed to be a smut! But I got lazy in doing it, and I don’t want to write smut all the damn time anymore. It feels like I’m a sex addict of something lmao. Anyways ENJOY! Next one will be a smut! ✌🏻🙂💋🫶🏻🤍🤍🤍

PS, PS!

If you see she and you ignored it! I was used to writing she that I sometimes do it!

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thenightwolf51 · 2 years ago

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What if Jack and Maddie Fenton were actually Jack and Janet Drake?

The Drakes are their actual identities but they created the Fentons as a why of letting loose, of getting to be their truest most unhinged selves and pursue their true passion without the eyes of high society Gotham judging them.

Whenever the Drakes are supposedly out of the country on archeological digs they are actually in a little no where town in the midwest.

The Drake wealth is perfectly capable of funding their experiments and prototypes and every now and then they do show up to a dig for a week or too, but the Fentons are who they truly are.

So of course Gotham never finds out about Janet's first pregnancy and little Jasmine is welcomed into the world as an Amity Park Fenton, not a Gotham Drake. Janet's second pregnancy however.

Well as i said, the Fentons are who they truly are at their most unhinged and unfiltered. And upon finding out that their having a set of identical twins, well, can you really blame them for passing up this perfect opportunity to test Nature vs. Nurture.

One boy would be a wealthy Drake raised as an only child in a hostile city, the other would be a Fenton raised with his older sister in a peaceful small town.

That's what they decide and thats what they do, and everything is as cannon goes. Tim doesn't know that his parents "archeological digs" are really an excuse to spend most of their time as the Fentons, and Danny and Jazz don't know that the longer "ghost conventions" are an excuse to handle Drake affairs and check on their unknown brother.

At least until things start to get complicated.

(Im not sure if Maddie fakes Janet's death or if she really dies, and if Jack's coma is fake or real and he lost his Fenton memories. Or maybe the death and coma dont happen at all and the truth comes out some other way like Danny finding the Nature vs. Nurture notes or a school trip to gotham or maybe Jazz desides to go to college in Gotham and it comes out that way somehow.

This obviously works best as a "bad parents Jack and maddie" though how bad they are can be entirely up to you. Maybe everything comes out sometime after a "reveal gone right" and Danny and Jazz think their parents are getting better only to be smacked in the face by the betrayal of "secret billionaire parents who essentially abandoned their brother"

Dont know but im tossing it to the void.

To me the most important scenes in this idea is Tim angst at the fact that his parents were never actually too busy to be there for him and had instead chosen no to be there, the somewhat bitter consolation of learning that even when their parents were physically there they still weren't there there for his siblings, and then some good ole slightly unhinged sibling bonding.

Maybe the measuring of ecto contamination and debate in if their parents presence did more damageto their health or less

They honestly might be tied on mental and physical scars. All three kids tend to come with headcanons about neglect and malnourishment)

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#dpxdc #dcxdp #Fenton Drake AU #in which jazz is the only one without a secret identity #makes sense since she's arguably the sanest #Jack Fenton is jack drake #maddie Fenton is janet drake #danny and tim are twins #twins au

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drunkenkissesatdusk · 10 months ago

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can i order an older!batman!damian x reader they have a lot of children (biologically) and his family and friends does not know, i wanna know their reactions

yes your price is 1 order of creepcast merch for me since there’s 3 days left and i haven’t been able to get my grubby hands on it

YOU HAVE KIDS?

pairings — older!damian wayne — al ghul x fem!reader (could also be read as just reader since i never really use she/her much)

warnings — idk actually, pretty generic names for the kids but obviously you can imagine a different name if you want to (i just don’t like using d/n ykwim) (plus i only use them once)

summary — literally just the request but only with the batboys, batgirls, and bruce!!

notes — i hope this is good 😟

━━━━━━━ TO BE FAIR, YOU should’ve told them sooner. well, Damian should’ve, they were his family. but, you’d never forced him too, since your account on instagram wasn’t followed by any of them.

“are you sure you want to do this?” you rubbed your hands along his shoulders, gently. you were due at the Wayne manor in a little for a small lunch, you’d never been one to force Damian into seeing them, since you understood, but you were surprised when he planned on going.

“yeah, i’ll have to do it sooner or later.” he grabbed your hand and peppered kissing along your knuckles.

“mom can i bring my doll?” your youngest daughter, just turning five with no front teeth, walked out of the hall opening holding her old doll passed down from you. smiling, you nodded.

“you gonna remember to bring it home, baby?” you stepped forwards, rubbing your hands through her messy head of black hair. she’d inherited more from her father.

“mhm!” she smiled, turning back to her room with a grin.

“can’t we have more?” Damian wrapped his arms around you, his head leaning snug against your shoulder. you put your hands over his, a soft laugh leaving you.

“not for a little bit, Dame.” you turned around with a grin, gently kissing him. you shared the small intimate moment without hesitation, bonded as one soul in the moment.

“mom! are we going yet?” your oldest, now eleven, walked down the hall. you turned to her, then to your husband, who nodded. your oldest daughter saw it, and walked over to put her shoes on.

getting your other three — your youngest and the middle boys (twins) — and helping them with their shoes, you were all off. the ride was peaceful, your kids finding themselves distracted with either the outside world or the toys you let them bring along.

“have you told any of them?” you had been holding Damian’s hand over the center console, your thumb in a constant soothing motion over his knuckles and the curve of his thumb.

“no, only Alfred. he’s the only one who needed to immediately know. besides, i told him first anyways.” Damian sighed.

“that’s fine, baby. i told you, you never had to.” you brought his hand closer to your mouth, gently kissing it. Damian smiled at you before the rest of the car ride was passed with ease.

Damian, getting out and opening your door, then began to help your youngest get out of the car. you helped the twins out, made sure they had the toys they wanted, and had them follow Damian to the front door.

on the way, your draped your arm over your oldest daughters shoulders, tugging her into you. she basically melted into you, her arm going around you in return.

Alfred opened the door, a wide smile crossing his face. “master Damian!” he was overjoyed, “lovely to see you.” he hugged the man before following up with greeting you and your kids the same way.

he led the six of you upstairs to where everyone else was.

if you could’ve had a camera, you would’ve taken a picture of the moment. their faces were covered in pure shock, staring at your kids. your hand squeezed Damian’s, which you had found yourself holding.

“well, if this isn’t news i don’t know what is.” Dick broke the silence first, stepping forwards and embracing Damian. respectfully, he shook your hand.

“these are our kids, Elliot and Titus,” he gestured to the twins, both holding their action figures and playing around with them — they were Red Hood and Nightwing action figures.

“our oldest, Lorelei,” he gestured to her, “and youngest Regan.” they looked like the two of you. your youngest had all of Damian’s features, and your oldest might as well have been your carbon copy.

the twins looked like a mixture, and you could see everything processing in their minds.

“why don’t you four come with me?” Alfred stepped forwards when he noticed the slight tension in the air.

your kids didn’t argue, following him out to the garden.

“how come we never knew?” Bruce, getting older and older each day, stepped forwards.

“because it was our mutual agreement. i told Damian he didn’t have to tell anyone he didn’t want to.” you defended you and your husbands decision instantly.

“doesn’t matter,” Dick stepped up now, “we know now!” he was grinning.

“did you really buy your kids Nightwing and Red Hood action figures?” Jason was grinning when he spoke up.

“the girls have Batgirl figures.” you informed them with a wide smile, “you might not have known them, but they’ve always known you guys.” you added, your hand rubbing comforting patterns into Damian’s back.

“does this mean we’re all aunts and uncles? well, grandparent for Bruce.” Tim asked. you nodded with Damian in confirmation. a challenging look flashed across all of their faces instantaneously.

“this doesn’t mean you guys can go and spoil them.” Damian said, trying to fight back a smile.

ever since being with you, he’d mellowed out and been less harsh towards people. something you hadn’t done on purpose. he was still mean when he had to be.

“don’t spoil them too much, we still want humble and kind kids.” you corrected Damian.

“i can live with that.” Jason shrugged.

“do they really have batgirl figures?” Cass asked. you nodded again in confirmation, mentioning how it was your idea.

“how old are they all?” Steph had finally asked.

“eleven, seven, and five.” you nodded, telling them which was which afterwards. you couldn’t specifically hear it, but you knew they were all ready to fight over the title of favorite.

after awhile at the manor, you all found yourselves back at home. you and Damian relaxed outside as your kids stayed inside, but every once and awhile, the younger ones would run outside and cause chaos.

“do you feel better now that they know?” you had your head against your husbands chest, listening to him and his heartbeat.

“a little. i… i’m glad they reacted how they did. i thought they’d hate me forever.” Damian admitted with a small laugh. you grinned.

“i don’t think anyone could hate you anymore, you big softie.” you teased him, holding open your arm when your oldest daughter came out to join you two on the hammock.

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#ceciljameswork #batfam #damian wayne #dc comics #dick grayson #fluff #jason todd #batman #damian wayne fluff #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne al ghul

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sleepn0tfound · 3 months ago

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as a peace offering for disappearing again and in honor of my new obsession with marvel rivals (which is why nothing has been coming from this account...) these are the voicelines I think reader would have with marvel characters if she was in game

Allies

Reader: Nice aim as always, Barton.

Hawkeye: You’re not bad yourself, kid.

Reader: So... are you gonna heal me or not, Laufey? Kinda dying here!

Loki: Not my fault you can’t stay alive.

Reader: I got your back, Spidey.

Spiderman: Right back at you, Foxy!

Reader: Thanks for the shield, Rogers.

Captain America: Be more careful next time─! HEY! Stay behind me─

Reader: Guess it’s you and me Buckaroo.

Winter Soldier: Don't stray too far, kid.

Winter soldier: Having fun pasting stickers on my arm, kid?

Reader: It adds some personality.

Iron Man: Hey kid! One of your special gadgets could really help us out right about now!

Reader: Yeah yeah old man, on it.

Reader: Go for the backlines, I'll support you from the front.

Black Panther: I knew I could count on you, kid.

Reader: If you need some spare parts you know who to ask.

Rocket Raccoon: Appreciate it kid, need help repairing anything before battle?

Reader: Nah i'm good. Let's get this started.

Reader: Wall me up, groot.

Groot: I am Groot!!!

Reader: Thanks buddy.

Reader: Mjolnir is truly a work of art.

Thor: Hey Kid─ What did we say about lifting my hammer so casually?

Enemies

Reader: Is that all you got old man?

Iron Man: Just getting started, kid!

Reader: You're mischief is proving to be quite irritating.

Loki: It's in the name, sweetheart. What else did you expect?

Reader: What a pity that we're on different sides this time.

Winter Soldier: Give me all you got, kid and don't hold back.

Reader: Never planned to.

Reader: Infinite bullets? How troublesome.

Rocket Raccoon : This kid is insane! She's walking through bullets as if it's rain!

Reader: All those arrows can't save you now, Barton.

Hawkeye: Dammit kid! I knew you were a good shot but what is this!

Reader: Having trouble reloading? Figures.

Reader: You think your shield can protect you, Rogers?

Captain America: No but it's─ AGH! Enough to stall you!

Reader: Always going for the backline, Panther? How predictable.

Panther: You're too perceptive for your age, kid!

Reader: I'm sure that was established long ago.

Reader: You think you're the only that can fly, Spidey?

Spiderman: Woah woah I think we should chill for a bit! I have your favourite coffee─ OH NOT CHILL NOT CHILL!

Reader: You didn't actually think these walls could stop me, did you?

Groot: I am Groot...

Reader: I've always wondered how you will react if your own weapon is used against you... I guess I'll finally find out today.

Thor: You wouldn't dare!

Reader: Watch me.

Lemme know if yall want more cause I prob have a LOT in mind. (Might even make some small one shots for some of them) Also anyone playing on asia server on console for marvel rivals wanna carry me 🥺🥺 I need a duo desperately cause my frnd plays on PC and we cant rank tgt. If anyone's curious I'm a Luna Snow main btw I hv her mirae 2099 skin hehe (I CAN BE UR POCKET LUNA PLS CARRY ME)

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gottencents · 2 months ago

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Drive - Yu Jimin

causal scenarios. causal masterlist. main masterlist

pairing. meangirl!karina x soccerplayer!reader

synopsis. Late one night, Karina and Y/N take a spontaneous drive around the city, the streets quiet and empty. As the night unfolds, they talk about everything and nothing at all, the comfort of each other’s presence slowly unraveling their walls.

The city was quiet, the usual rush of the world muffled by the late hour. Karina’s car hummed softly as it glided through the empty streets, the neon lights from nearby stores casting a soft glow that reflected off the wet pavement. The air was cool, making it the perfect temperature to leave the windows slightly cracked. Inside, the only sound was the soft music playing, a playlist that Karina had created months ago and that now felt like it was made just for this moment—just for them.

Karina glanced over at Y/N, who was curled into the seat, arms resting on her lap, her gaze drifting lazily out the window. The night was quiet, peaceful even, in stark contrast to the party they had just escaped. The weight of the evening had lifted, leaving room for something simpler, something more personal between them.

“Babe,” Karina said softly, breaking the silence. Her voice was warm, carrying a trace of something deeper, something she hadn’t quite acknowledged yet. “How are you doing?”

Y/N turned her head toward her, a small smile forming on her lips. She hadn’t expected Karina to ask that, especially with everything going on. “I’m good,” she said, her voice calm. “I guess I just needed to get away from everything. You know?”

Karina nodded, her eyes flicking over to Y/N for a split second. “I get that,” she said, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. “It’s nice to just... drive. No destination. No pressure. Just us.”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at those words. The weight of them, the simplicity, and the honesty of what Karina was saying. She didn’t have to pretend with her. Not tonight. “Yeah, it is nice. Sometimes I just... want to be somewhere quiet. Somewhere with you.”

Karina’s heart fluttered at the softness in Y/N’s voice, at the way she said it so simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Karina didn’t know what had changed between them, but it felt different. The connection, the chemistry—it was undeniable now. She wasn’t used to this kind of easy, comfortable closeness. She wasn’t used to letting someone in, and yet, with Y/N, it felt like she didn’t have a choice.

“Well, you’ve got me for as long as you want, baby,” Karina teased, letting the pet name roll off her tongue with ease. “No place to be, nowhere to go.”

Y/N chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling in the dim light of the car. “Good. I think I could get used to this.” She reached over, her fingers lightly grazing Karina’s hand, a soft contact that made Karina’s breath catch in her throat. “It’s nice. Just... being like this.”

“Mm, I like it too,” Karina said, her voice dropping slightly, becoming more tender. She didn’t realize how much she needed this until now, until Y/N had said that. The warmth of her hand, the softness of her voice, the way they just fit together—it was a feeling she didn’t know she’d been craving.

As the car rolled along, the familiar streets of the city began to fade into quieter, more residential areas. The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the houses they passed, but everything felt so much more intimate now, so much more personal. Like the world outside didn’t matter, just the two of them in this car, together, in this perfect moment.

“You know,” Y/N said after a few beats, her voice soft but with a playful edge, “I used to think you were... untouchable. Like you were always so perfect, so untouchable.” She turned her body toward Karina, her hand resting on the console between them. “And now here we are, driving through the city in the middle of the night... It’s kind of surreal, don’t you think?”

Karina’s lips curled into a small, soft smile, her heart racing a little at Y/N’s words. “Untouchable, huh?” she teased, raising an eyebrow. “I never thought I’d hear someone call me that. But I get it. I’ve kind of built up walls around me, you know?”

Y/N’s brow furrowed slightly, and her fingers brushed against Karina’s as she spoke, a gentle touch that spoke volumes. “I can see that. But... I like seeing the real you, Karina. Not the ‘mean girl’ or the girl everyone thinks you are. The real you.”

Karina’s heart fluttered at that. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. No one had ever looked past the image she projected. She glanced over at Y/N, her fingers moving instinctively to thread with Y/N’s, the soft, intimate gesture grounding her in the moment.

“I like seeing the real you too, Y/N,” Karina said, her voice low, sincere. “I think I’ve been too busy playing the part to realize that I’m not... really living, you know? It’s easier to stay distant, to keep everyone at arm's length. But with you? It’s different. You make it feel easy to just... be myself.”

Y/N squeezed her hand gently, her heart swelling at Karina’s honesty. “I get that. I used to feel the same way. Like I had to put on a mask for everyone else. But with you, it’s like... I don’t have to pretend.” She gave Karina a soft smile, her eyes tender and full of warmth. “It’s nice.”

Karina’s smile deepened, her thumb brushing across the back of Y/N’s hand. “Yeah. It really is.”

The streets became quieter as they headed into a more residential neighborhood, the glow of streetlamps casting shadows across the road. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the soft sounds of their voices and the quiet hum of the car. Neither of them had spoken for a while, but the silence felt comfortable now, not awkward. It was the kind of silence that only came with someone you trusted, someone you cared about deeply.

“You’re special, you know that?” Karina said softly, her voice so quiet that it was almost a whisper.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the words, and she turned her head to look at Karina, her gaze soft and warm. “You think so?”

Karina nodded, her fingers still gently holding onto Y/N’s. “I do. You make me feel like I can just... be. I don’t have to be anything else around you. Just me.”

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection. “That’s exactly how I feel, too. Like I can just be myself. And that’s... something I’ve never really felt before.”

There was a moment of perfect, quiet understanding between them, and then, as if drawn by some invisible force, Karina leaned a little closer, her shoulder brushing against Y/N’s. Y/N looked at her, their eyes meeting for a brief second before Karina smiled, a soft, intimate curve of her lips.

Y/N’s heart raced in anticipation, the tension between them palpable, but sweet. Without thinking, she shifted closer, her lips just barely grazing Karina’s cheek. The moment was slow, deliberate, and as if on cue, Karina tilted her head, capturing Y/N’s lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

It was slow at first, testing the waters, but soon it deepened, both of them melting into the kiss with a warmth that neither of them could deny. Karina’s hand moved up to Y/N’s cheek, cupping it softly as they kissed, and Y/N responded in kind, her fingers threading through Karina’s hair, pulling her closer.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, hearts pounding, but there was no awkwardness between them. Only the quiet hum of the car and the feeling of their hands intertwined, hearts beating in sync.

“Babe,” Y/N whispered, her voice husky, “I think I’m falling for you.”

Karina smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N’s face. “I think I’ve already fallen for you, Y/N.”

And just like that, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, together in the warmth of the car, the city lights passing by as they continued their journey, hand in hand. No destination, no rush, just the quiet certainty that whatever was happening between them was real—and it was only just beginning.

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gguk-n · 7 months ago

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Chapter 2- First Encounters

Arranged For Love (Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader)

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Summary- Maybe grandma knows best. Maybe Y/N and Carlos should start listening to Y/N's grandma.

You could only imagine what had gone down in the Kastner household. You could hear Y/N screaming. She wasn't happy and she was about to make it known. "Mum, this is crazy. I'm not marrying some crusty old dude" she shouted. "Sweetheart, he isn't some crusty old dude." her mother emphasised. "A little older than you sure but he is a handsome man" her mother reasoned. "No." she retorted, "Dad, I get why you can't say no to your mother but this is just atrocious. You are forcing your daughter like in the 1500s to marry a random man grandma chose" she whined looking at her father on the verge of tears. "Angel, it's nothing like that. Carlos is a nice man, he comes from a nice family. I literally grew up with his father. I'm sure if you met him you'll like him" her father reasoned. "Yeah, sure" she replied sarcastically running a hand through her hair. "I-You-ugh-" she sighed, "You guys met each other during your masters programme and then fell in love naturally, got married and had children. Why do I not get the chance to find some one? Go out on dates, have my heartbroken a few times before I find the one but you guys won't even let me be a stupid young adult in peace" she sighed, angry tears falling from her eyes. "Oh, no sweetheart, please don't cry." her mother tried to console her. "Please, leave. I don't want to talk to you guys right now" she stated pushing them out and closing the door. Her parents sighed, "She'll come around" her father cajoled her mother.

Carlos senior wasn't having very much luck with Carlos junior either. "Dad, I don't get it. I met this lady, who apparently left a lasting impact on you, good for you" junior emphasised, "like once. I'm not marrying her grand daughter." junior tried to reason. "Son, she is a good woman. I'm sure the grand daughter must be just as good and fun to be around as well." senior said. "I have a felling you two will get along well" senior spoke. "You don't know that. I don't want to marry someone just because" junior stated. "I think you should meet her. After that, we'll think about it" senior tried to coerce his son to join them for dinner. Junior was so annoyed with his parents and some how both his sisters for on their side. Carlos couldn't believe he was being forced into meeting a girl they wanted to marry him off to.

Carlos knew that there was no way to avoid the dinner since his father would personally drag him there if he didn't comply and he had no plans of finding his father's brute strength out. So, reluctantly Carlos got dressed and went with his family.

Y/N, on the other hand, hadn't left her room since the outburst she had a few hours ago. Her mother her tried to reason with her to get her to come out to no avail. It was only after her grandmother came to talk to her, "Sweetheart, it's me" her grandma knocked her door. "I know you're angry at me. Stay angry but do meet him once" she said. "I don't want to" Y/N shouted. "Give it a try. This old woman has seen a few things in her time" she chided. "I'll embarrass you if you force me" Y/N retorted. "Go ahead. I don't mind" her grandma spoke. "Just remember, I'll be gone in sometime and you'll remember what I said" her grandma sighed. The door clicked open, "Why would you say that?" Y/N asked in tears. "Honey, because it is true and I just want what's best for you" she explained. "I want you around forever, that's best for me" Y/N spoke barely above a whisper. "I'll try to fight off the grim reaper" Anika laughed. "Now, will you get dressed, they'll be here soon" her grandma asked. And that's how Y/N got dressed and joined them for dinner.

The Sainz had already arrived and were talking to the Kastner's when Y/N entered the living room. The place felt slightly cramped with the number of guests who were sat in that room but extremely homely. Y/N scanned the room, her eyes darting from one face to another until they rested on a dashing young man. He looked like a model, it couldn't be the guy her family was trying to set her up with, could it? she thought. Her grandmother beckoned Y/N towards her and introduced everyone to Y/N. "It's nice to meet you" she said with a tight lipped smile. Yes that man was handsome but she wasn't giving them the satisfaction by caving in within seconds of seeing him.

As she moved down the line, greeting everyone, she couldn't wait to be introduced to Carlos. "That's Carlos junior, he's a Formula One driver" her grandmother mentioned as Y/N shook his hand. "It's so nice to meet you too" Carlos said, his accent thick. Y/N felt a shudder run down her spine as Carlos spoke. "That's my lovely grand daughter, Y/N, I've told you so much about" her grandmother said. Y/N turned to see her grandma gleaming with joy. Oh, she was a sucker for Spaniards, this wasn't good; she couldn't let them have their way, she thought. When she had returned to her grandmother's side, "He's the guy I'm hoping you'll marry" she whispered in Y/N's ear.

Carlos wasn't sure what he was expecting but he was not expecting to have his breath be taken away. When Y/N entered the room, visible annoyance on her face, Carlos found his lips twitching. He didn't believe in love at first site but he might've just experienced it. Her hands were soft and warm, he felt a spark as they met to greet each other, he only hoped she felt the same. Carlos was a goner and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to his dad or this Y/N girl.

After a little while of chatting and stolen glances on both Y/N and Carlos's part; they couldn't let the other know they were interested, it would be a told you so moment for their parents and they had no interest in inflating their ego. The families moved outside which had been turned into a makeshift dining room to accommodate everyone. Y/N and Carlos were pushed together to be sat next to each other in hopes that they would start making small talk.

Y/N was slightly intimidated by him if she was being honest, the more she looked at him, the more heart beat faster. He looked like he was carved by God, he was pretty and handsome to look at. His hair was tousled so perfectly, and his eye lashes brushed his cheeks as he blinked, his lips were so soft and plump, she wondered what they felt like.

Carlos wasn't any better. His eyes scanned her face, the way her nose scrunched when her family said something or the way her hair flowed as she tried to tie it back or the way her jewellery reflected against the soft light of the candles. He was mesmerised, her laugh was so full of life, it made him smile. She was so full of life, always keeping the conversation going with everyone but him. He thought, did she dislike the idea that much that she had barely spoken to him the whole night, choosing to address anyone but him as everyone had dinner. Maybe he was hurt, a little, he wouldn't lie.

After dinner, Anika noticed how the two of them had barely interacted or spoken to each other, much to her dismay. So, she took matters into her own hands; "Why don't the two of you walk around for a bit? Maybe Y/N can show you the house. You both will get bored with all the adult talk" she tried to shush them away. "But our siblings are still here" Y/N tried to reason. "They are going to watch a movie or something. You should show Carlos around" her grandmother insisted and pushed the pair away.

Y/N and Carlos walked away, "Hi" she said meekly. "Hi" Carlos replied. The backyard was darker now, only lit by the moon light. "So, you race" Y/N trailed off. "Yeah, Formula One. Do you watch?" he asked. "Honestly, no. Heard about it today" she replied sheepishly. "Never been a huge sports girl" she tried to ease the situation. "My siblings watch I guess" she tried to lighten the mood. "Yeah, they told me. They're big fans it seems." Carlos spoke. "Maybe you guys could come to a race, when it's possible" Carlos suggested. "I'm sure they'll love that" she smiled. Carlos felt his heart beat faster. "Won't you be joining them?" Carlos asked hopefull. "I don't get the sport" she stopped when Carlos's mood seem to dampen, "but if you'll explain it to me, maybe I'll enjoy it" she chuckled nervously. God, this habit of nervous laughter was gonna end her, she thought. Carlos seemed to cheer up after that. They walked around for a bit. Y/N even showed him the house.

"Have you ever visited Madrid?" Carlos asked towards the end of their tour. "No, always wanted to though" she replied. "Then you should, you have a tour guide ready" he said pointing at himself. "I don't want to bother you" she smiled. "I don't think it would be much of a bother really." Carlos smiled back. "Maybe we could exchange number, incase I come to Madrid" she said shyly. "Sure" Carlos said quickly exchanging their phones.

"When should we plan the wedding?" Anika asked the two couples. "Let the kids decide" Ivan spoke. "I would but I think Y/N won't marry him out of spite" Anika laughed. "Would she?" Rose thought out. "I think a winter or spring wedding would be wonderful, nothing fancy." Anika stated. "I'll have to discuss that with Carlos" Carlos senior said. "Sure sure, take your time" Anika said.

In Anika's eyes the dinner felt like a success. The two of them were talking cordially. "I think this was a success" she told Ivan and Carlos senior. The two men looked at each other than Anika, "We agree" they said looking at Carlos and Y/N talking as they returned back to the living room. "How did you find the place Carlos?" Anika asked. "It's nice" Carlos replied. "I'm happy you had fun" Anika said patting his back. "Come back whenever you want. You're always welcome" she insisted.

Everyone hugged each other good bye. Anika had gotten teary eyes as she bid everyone good bye. "I don't know when I'll ever get to you all again" she spoke slowly. "Don't say that. You'll live long" Carlos senior spoke hugging her. "It was nice meeting you" Carlos whispered in Y/N's ear. "yeah. come back sometime" Y/N said. "Do keep in touch" Carlos said. "I will." Y/N spoke.

Y/N felt giddy as she got changed. She hadn't felt this way, whenever she hung out with any guy. He had a great personality with his breath-taking looks. She found herself hovering over his number a few time over the next couple days.

While back at his races, Carlos found himself thinking about Y/N. It was weird for him to be this preoccupied with anything like this other than racing. He hoped she would text him some time since he was too scared to do it himself.

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kumkaniudaku · 2 months ago

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Peace and Quiet

Summary: Terry spends a summer day with Patrice.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC (Patrice Ellis)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Blood, and Injury

The worst had come for Deidra Richmond and the Richmond family.

Months of doctor’s visits leading to long hospital stays full of machines that beeped incessantly to taunt any who found enough courage to visit Catherine Alexander slowly devolved into a grim diagnosis, rapidly declining health, hospice care, and, finally, the end. At 75 years old, Catherine transitioned to a realm beyond the physical to suffer no more from the pain of late stage breast cancer. She passed away with her loved ones standing beside her bed, oscilating between laughter and painful wailing until the sounds became one.

Terry watched his mother crumple into a mess of tears from the doorframe before turning away to entertain his twin sisters who couldn’t quite piece together what was happening with grandma. He could though. He knew exactly what’d happened to grandma. He’d never hug her neck again and hear his nickname, Peanut, come in her wonderful high-pitched Southern drawl. She wouldn’t make him another double chocolate cake for Thanksgiving or gift him sneakers for Christmas. All of her birthday cards were no more. Monetary gifts for good grades became relics of a time before his first dose of grief nearly knocked the wind from his lungs. Grandma was gone.

A full day of crying and consoling two ten year olds clinging to their big brother quickly became a dizzying week full of people parading in and out of the Richmond household. Routine condolences became like nails on Terry’s mental chalkboard. Yes, he knew how much his grandma loved him. No, he didn’t know where he mother wanted the follower. He didn’t want to be strong. He wouldn’t be okay. He just wanted to be left alone and released from walls closing in one him with every unwanted hug and request to help type the funeral program.

Patrice offered to come over on day two. She could sense his heavy heart over the phone when he called to break the news and ask if her mom knew how to make a good potato salad because his aunt was still barred from making the dish for their family after the last debacle.

“Yeah, she does,” Patrice answered, hoping he could hear the sympathy in her voice. “I could bring some by if you wanna taste.”

Terry sighed and chewed the inside of his cheek. “Actually, can I come over there instead?”

He didn’t stay long for his first visit. Rosalyn offered the boy with a forlorn smile and tired eyes a healthy helping of her special dish and he picked his way through it, too sad to say anything but a quiet “thank you” and ask if she minded making more for the repast.

“Of course, baby. Whatever you need.” Rosalyn didn’t need Patrice’s pleading to convince her. Terry was just as much one of her children as Patrice and Junior.

Mournful silence followed the pair out to the driveway as they prepared to part ways and agree on the what time Patrice should meet at Terry’s house to accompany him to the funeral.

He stopped short at his truck’s driver’s side and leaned against the door to face Patrice. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want, Treece. It just gonna be a bunch of people crying and actin’ like they ever came to see her when she was sick.”

“Stop sayin’ that, TJ,” Patrice admonished. “If you’re going, I’m going. So I’ll have my mama drop me and the food off at 10, okay?”

“Yeah.” Passing cars swept Terry’s murmured response into their cacophony of sounds. Eyes committed to counting the pebbles beneath his feet finally looked up to ask the question clawing at his throat, itching to break free. “Can I…come back tomorrow?”

It was then, with the summer sun high in a cloudless sky, that Patrice could see the faint pink hue coloring the whites of his eyes. Tears shed in private and a burden far too heavy for a child brought to light without a word spoken between them. She didn’t draw attention to her discovery or reach out to pull his shoulders into a tight hug in the only window of unsupervised time they’d had all day.

Instead she nodded and answered plainly. “Come here whenever you want.”

Patrice didn’t ask either of her parents for their blessing. She didn’t consult them for permission or even alert them to Terry’s intention to use their home as his escape pod. When Rosalyn found him sulking at the kitchen table, a bowl of chips and half eaten sandwich in front of him while he stared absently into the distance, she didn’t disturb his moment of reflection. She didn’t scold Patrice for her lack of communication or tiptoe around as if she’d inherited an unwanted house guest. Leon didn’t ask questions when he found Terry dressed in all black and quietly watching Junior play video games with Patrice nowhere in sight instead of eating dinner with his extended family a neighborhood over. No one said anything when a week had passed and their bonus kid and extra sibling was still finding solace in a home free of death’s heaviness.

Lunch had just wrapped when Terry trudged up the front steps, rang the doorbell twice to cue Patrice, and slipped into the ice cold confines of his safe space.

“You look tired.” Patrice didn’t mince words and Terry couldn’t find it within himself to lie his way through an answer.

He shrugged. “I was helping my mama clean up Granny’s house last night. Guess it got late.”

“Did you sleep after that,” Patrice questioned over her shoulder as he followed her toward her bedroom.

“Kinda hard to get rest when you have two kids in your bed.” His attempt at a laugh sounded more like a bitter huff, dry and lacking the goofy joy only Patrice was privy to on a day to day.

She followed his every move around the room while carefully propping the door open for when her mother eventually made her way back in from Mrs. Wright’s next door vegetable garden.

The weary sigh escaping his lungs melded with slow moving, heavy legs easing his body into her favorite chair in the house. Patrice made herself comfortable at the head of her bed, allowing silence to blanket the room.

Terry let his eyes drift closed for a moment, only to open them and find a set etched with concern staring back at him. “I’m fine, Treece,” he asserted, hoping to quell any worry. “What’s the plan for today? Wanna take Junior to the skate park like we promised?”

“I think my daddy wants y’all’s help finishing that bench swing on the back. Then maybe we get ice cream after that?”

“Sure.” Terry’s thoughts had taken him to some far off land too secluded for even Patrice to accompany him on his journey, leaving her with a half-assed response and a friend staring blankly at the wall ahead.

Patrice shifted in her cross-legged position before speaking. “Are you…okay, TJ?” The question felt incomplete and went entirely unanswered, but not unheard. Terry quickly glanced in Patrice’s direction but remained silent. She tried again. “If you aren’t we can talk. Or we can sit here and watch movies until my daddy gets back. It’s up to you.”

Still nothing. Time passed painfully slow while Patrice waited for any sign that Terry might twist the lid on canned emotions and welcome her inside his head. But, he provided nothing and she didn’t press.

Terry sat motionless, suspended in a state of paralysis, wanting to speak but not possessing an iota of strength to open his mouth and ask for help. He was drowning. Water from his tears and some of his mothers had long engulfed him a wrafthful, unyielding high tide slowly pulling him into water too deep for rescue. He wrestled with himself, desperately begging his tongue to move to no avail.

A wavering breath steadied rising emotions as Patrice appeared to give up on any possibility of a conversation and searched her nightstand for the television remote. “No.” His voice paused Patrice’s shuffling to shift her attention across the room. Terry closed his eyes and sighed again to push the words out of his mouth. “All my days are bad. Unless I’m over here. Then it’s less bad. I know I have to be happy for Zanah and Zorah and mom and dad so they don’t have to worry about me too, but -” He paused to gather the anger bubbling inside his chest before starting a new thought. “I like being here. It’s peaceful. Cold as bitch, but still. It’s a good break.”

Patrice scooched closer to the edge of the bed to lay on her stomach and study Terry. He kept his gaze low to avoid eye contact he knew would make him cry in the presence of his own high school crush to stick past a few weeks.

“You’re dramatic about the cold. It’s hot as the Devil’s kneecaps and you worried about the cold,” she joked. Terry allowed himself the gift of laughter, chuckling along with Patrice before finding enough resolve to return her curious stare. She offered a smile that he mirrored without effort. “I can’t tell you what to do, but it might help for you to spend a little more time with your mom. I’m sure she misses having you around. Maybe y’all could figure out how to be happy together.”

An unreceptive heart and mind sorted Patrice’s lofty idea into the pile of advice Terry had labled nice but ultimately just a thing to say when someone dies. He shrugged in indifference then slid deeper into her beanbag that had all but molded itself into his body shape after days of being its only inhabitant. “Maybe. Can you find something to watch, though, Confucius?”

Roller her eyes, Patrice mumbled a retort under her breath and turned on the TV to scroll through the channels list for something worth their while. A seemingly endless search yielded little results, leaving Terry to drift back to his private mental island. Already waning speech crept to a halt. Defenses lowered. Limbs became putty under the weight of crisp air conditioning blowing from the vent across the room.

“Wanna watch Bad Boys 2?” Patrice’s question fell on deaf ears for a spell before she looked in his direction. Her frown slowly loosened into a fond smile while she watched his chest rise and fall, mouth slightly ajar to release the beginnings of a deep snore. Tossing a pillow from her bed, Patrice sent a soft mound of down feathers to startle him awake. She snickered at the wild look on his face when he came to. “Movie or no movie TJ?”

“Girl! Movie! I said that, right? I said movie,” he grumbled, placing the pillow behind his head and wiggling his long body until he was comfortable again. “You play so much, Treece.”

She waved him away and selected their first feature of the afternoon. “Whatever.”

Martin Lawrence and Will Smith had at least one active viewer. The other, slumped on the floor with a bean bag chair and an orange satin pillow case as a makeshift bed, chose dreaming as the alternative to action packed comedy. Patrice resisted the jester on her shoulder recommending different ways to interrupt his rest and convince him to join her for hijinks and pointless conversation, preferring to quietly slip a throw blanket over his body, draw the curtains, and tip-toe out of the room.

Life in the Ellis household went on with Terry out cold on Patrice’s bedroom floor. Rosalyn put a snack to the side for when eventually emerged from slumber. Junior tried his hardest to keep his voice down in the bedroom just down the hall with threats on his summer freedom as a motivator. Leon, though worn ragged from a days work and ready to start his weekend with a cold beer in the backyard, delayed completing his wife’s porch swing project to allow Terry a little more time to nap. All in the home conspired together to allow the young boy with heavy burdens space and opportunity for needed rest.

Two hours later, once the sun had started to cast orange and pink hues on the city and turned the backyard into a golden paradise, Terry appeared in the living room feeling emotionally lighter and ready to work. Patrice saw him first and offered a small wave and smile that he returned with more visible happiness than before. She was right about the nap, and when she wasn’t so hellbent on gloating in her wins one day, he’d tell her she was right about him being tired.

He gave his thanks to Mrs. Ellis for saving a sandwich for him, playfully wrestled with Junior to satisfy his need for a little boyish horseplay, then dutifully follow Mr. Ellis outside to see his joint work through to completion.

Patrice played supervisor as she stood with her arms folded and eyes darting between Terry’s muscles contracting from the effort and various blunders from the motley crew of handymen trying and failing to hoist the bench onto its metal chain.

“Alright, lift one more time, boys. I think I got it now,” Leon instructed Terry from the top rung on his ladder.

Terry and Junior signaled their understanding then counted down from three to brace themselves for their fourth attempt.

Counting down from three was inexplicably confused with counting to three in Junior’s mind. Somewhere in the middle, wires were crossed, yelps of pain rang out loud enough to disturb a flock of birds perched on the nearby wooden fence, and blood from a deep gash in Terry’s hand trickled down his aching, bruised fingers.

He hopped around the back porch grimmacing and holding his hand while Junior apologized profusely. “It’s okay,” Terry gritted through clinched teeth. “Can I get a bandaid?”

“Oh my God,” Patrice gawked. “Terry! Come inside and sit down. Mama!”

“Son, you gon’ need more than a bandaid. Ros! Grab the kit! The boy damn near lost his hand!”

Leon’s exaggeration nearly sent Terry into shock as he wobbled his way into the kitchen. He finally understood where Patrice got her flare for the dramatic once Rosalyn had carefully cleared away all the blood and debris to reveal an ugly but totally normal cut running the width of his palm.

While she worked to heal his wound with gentle care, Terry’s mind drifted to his mother a few neighborhoods over and what she might do to make him feel better. He knew she’d go to great lengths to kiss away his pain and mend his body until hurt passed and all that was left was her love. She deserved as much from him. They deserved as much from each other. He had to get home.

Down one unharmed hand and up an almost full roll of gauze wrapped around his palm, Terry walked in front of Patrice on the way to his truck, laughing at the spectacle from before.

Terry took a gander at his new accessory and chuckled. “At least I get a couple days out of conditioning. Shoutout to Junior for that.”

“I don’t even know why Daddy had him out there. The boy gets out of school and forgets how to count every summer. Now I can’t get any ice cream!” Their shared laughter rang out on the empty street, floating into the sunset intertwined like two pieces of a whole. “When you come back tomorrow, I’ll have some cupcakes or something for you. By then, Daddy oughta had somebody by here to hang that thing and we can sit outside.”

Terry chewed his bottom lip before responding. “Uh…I think I’m gonna hang out with my mama tomorrow, actually. Probably go get lunch or something. You can come too, if you want.”

“No, that’s okay. Don’t even think about me. Spend some time with your mom. It’ll be good for you two.” Patrice didn’t hesitate to quell Terry’s anxiety with a tight squeeze around his shoulders. “Drive safe, Terry. Let me know when you get home.”

Terry brought his uninjured hand to the small of Patrice’s back and pressed her closer. “I will. Love you.”

“Yeah. Love you, too.”

Quick bursts of electric energy passed between them before becoming the very energy to repel their bodies for good.

Terry flashed a final smile at Patrice, putting all 32 teeth on display, then climbed into the front seat to make sense of driving without his dominant hand. The loud roar of his engine and two quick honks sent signaled his departure. Patrice chose to stand in the driveway until his was out of sight, giving Terry a mental picture to cherish forever as she grew smaller in his rear view mirror.

He smiled when she finally seemed to go inside, unaware of the heart string spooling its way into existence.

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bunnybuunn · 5 months ago

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Little Florist.

Summary: Agatha suggesting little!reader to join her coven as the green witch.

Warnings: Age regression, none.

Agatha stormed out of her house, incredibly frustrated with the witches behavior. She never wanted to join a coven again, and she had no intentions of creating some sort of friendship with them. However, they were right when they reminded her of the green witch, and she was glad that she knew someone here, in Westview, who could’ve suited that role just right. She made her way to that one girl's house, hesitating before knocking on the door. Agatha didn’t know what to say exactly, and she couldn’t have imagined your reaction to her invitation.

„We don’t have time for this, Agatha.”

She reminded herself with a loud sigh before gently knocking on your front door. There was no reaction. She hasn’t heard your footsteps or any signs of you approaching the door. Agatha rolled her eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t have to break into your house just because you didn’t hear her knocking.

The witch looked around, and when there was no doorbell, she decided to knock once again, though her knocks weren’t so gentle anymore. She needed you in her coven, and every minute of your ignorance was only making her more frustrated.

When Agatha didn’t get any answer from you once again, she kicked your door with her foot out of anger, and her eyes widened when she found out that it wasn’t even locked.

„Interesting.“

The woman slowly got inside of the house, closing the door behind her and locking it, just so nobody would bother both of you. The house was silent, and for some reason it had freaked her out. Agatha got used to the noise and loudness, so that peaceful and quiet atmosphere was somehow creepy to her.

She made her way through the living room and right to the door that she suspected was your bedroom door. The witch didn’t knock this time; she just carefully opened the door, peeking through the small gap.

And there were you, sitting on the floor in all pink, decorating your plushies with the flowers that you had grown. Even the knee socks that you had on were matching your outfit, and somehow your whole appearance seemed adorable to Agatha, who had rarely seen people as adorable or even pretty. She smiled softly, trying her best not to scare you while entering the room.

You quickly turned around, hearing the door creaking. Your eyes widened when you saw Agatha, but you didn’t scream because of the pacifier that was stuck in your mouth.

„Shh, it’s okay.”

Agatha said, placing her finger to her lips. She was trying to keep you and the whole situation calm because the witch wasn’t sure that she knew how to exactly console someone who is regressed.

You seemed to be cooperative, nodding and then pulling the pacifier out of your mouth, but not screaming.

„Wha’ do you need?”

Your soft voice almost made Agatha smile, but she kept her cool expression, not letting her emotions show. She remained silent for quite a while, trying to figure out how to explain it to you so you won’t back up immediately.

She then crouched down in front of you, gently picking up one of your plushies.

„It seems like I just found a little florist, huh?”

You smiled at her statement, moving aside so she would see all the other decorated plushies. You didn’t seem to understand just how hard it was for Agatha to keep her distant and uninterested facade on when your little actions were making her frustration melt away more and more with every second.

„I need your help, darling. I need you to come with me and help me with organizing a little trip. Can you do that for me?”

You hesitated for a moment, but then your face brightened when Agatha mentioned the trip. You loved trips and organizing things, so for you her invitation sounded like a good time.

You nodded, getting up from the floor and grabbing all of your plushies with you.

„Can I take ‘em?"

Agatha couldn’t bring herself to say „no”. She knew that you would probably lose them while going on that „little trip”, but she would find a way to get you even more plushies when both of you would finish the road.

„Of course.”

She helped you to collect all of them while you were busy making sure that no one was forgotten. Agatha wasn’t even rushing you, clearly caring more about your toys than those old hags that were waiting for her back in her house. When you finished your little journey, she helped you to carry all of them outside, taking your free hand in her own. She led you to her house, squeezing your little hand tighter with every step.

Before opening her front door, she gave you a serious look.

„When our little trip will start, don’t let go of my hand. Never.”

You nodded quickly, not feeling threatened since it seemed like Agatha wasn’t planning on letting you get hurt.

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leaawrites · 4 months ago

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Between Us

Damon Albarn x fem!reader

Summary: After a heavy break up, both of them see that what they've done wasn't what they wanted

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

Wordcount: 1.8k

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You’d think that over time, people would forget. That they would move on, find new people to obsess over, new couples to admire. Though some stayed focused on one past forever. Lingering over photos from a decade ago, a smile on their faces. Gushing over people’s private life that they didn’t know.

But she knew. She lingered over the pictures and she knew what happened, how it all ended. She knew the story and she knew the ending. Though she never told anyone.

Damon and her dated for seven years, until it ended in 2001. An abrupt ending with little explanation to anyone outside of their house.

“It just didn’t work anymore,” she told the press at movie premiers. All while Damon simply ignored every question that involved even the slightest mention of her name.

The media, being hungry for the meanest kind of funny and not accepting that two adults could make a mutual decision, painted a picture of their own imagination.

‘DAMON ALBARN SHOWING UP ALONE TO THE BRIT AWARDS AFTER LONG-TIME GIRLFRIEND, Y/N L/N, CHEATED ON HIM.’

‘GOOD LUCK TO NEWLY SINGLE, DAMON ALBARN. May he live in peace now.’

“Do you want me to say something?” He asked her over the phone, miles away from her. Not able to console her like he once did. It hurt to hear her broken voice over the phone, knowing that part of him was at fault for it.

“No, don’t worry about it, Damon.” The use of his name on her tongue almost hurting more than the sniffle she let out seconds after it. “I’ll be fine. It’s gonna last a week or so and then it’ll be forgotten anyway. No need to make more drama out of it.”

Though it didn’t just last a week, it lasted twenty years.

Twenty years filled with accusations, reminders, rumors. Haunting both of them day and night. Pictures in magazines when they had nothing else to print. ‘DAMON ALBARN SPOTTED WITH NEW WOMAN, WHAT DOES HIS EX THINK ABOUT IT?’

Spoiler: She thought absolutely nothing about it.

‘He lives his life, I live mine. He can do whatever he wants.’

‘IS SHE JEALOUS FOR LETTING HIM GO SO EASILY? FIND OUT IN A BEHIND-THE-SCENES INTERVIEW WITH HOLLYWOOD DIRECTOR, Y/N L/N.’

It was pathetic, truly. Truly pathetic, that’s what they should call themselves.

Her and Damon still stayed in contact sometimes, whether it was to congratulate the other on their new project or a small conversation about life when they accidentally met in a coffee shop.

Though, the night when she was woken up by knocks against her front door at 3 in the morning, she didn’t expect more than an axe-murderer.

With reluctant steps towards the door, the thought that she had nothing and no one to protect her in the middle of the country became more apparent as her hand lingered over the door knob and there was no other sound besides the knocking and her heavy breathing. The knife in her shaking hand not being stable enough to defend herself.

She could just ignore it, but when she heard the sobs through the wooden door separating her and the unexpected guest, she couldn’t help herself.

Swinging the door open, her eyes widened as Damon stood on the other side, bloodshot eyes, probably drunk, crying.

“What are you doing here, Damon?” she asked, the name still hurting to say. No ‘love’ anymore, he was simply Damon to her now.

“Don’t call me that,” he said, his head lulling back and forth as he leaned against the door frame.

Putting the knife down, she tried pulling him inside her house, though he didn’t budge.

“No, no, no. Leave me alone, I have something to say.” He pushed her away slightly, holding her by her biceps at arms-length.

“Can’t you do that inside? It’s freezing.” She tried pulling him inside again, but he only pulled her closer.

Their chest pressed together, the alcohol apparent on his breath fanning down her face. His heart beating against her ribcage. Her hands stabling her body as the fell on his shoulders. Grabbing the flesh under her fingernails to hold herself upwards as her legs felt like giving up from being so close to him again.

“I know the last years were horrible. I should’ve said something earlier, apologize earlier,” he started talking, slurring some of his words.

“It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known it’d be this bad.”

“Sh,” he shushed her before gathering his words and talking once more. Finger laying over her lips. “And I refuse to believe that all those years ago was our end. It can’t have been. It can’t end like that, not you and me.”

She wanted to interrupt him again, ask what he was saying, what he was referring to. She wanted to stop his movement as his hands slid down her arms and lost her skin at her fingertips, until his whole body moved down. One knee propped up in front of him. His fingers messily scrambling for something in jeans pocket.

Pulling out a little velvet box, tears pooled out her eyes as well, streaming down her face.

“Damon,” she tried once more, aware of his condition. Aware of what he must’ve taken to act this way. He wouldn’t do it if he was sober, right?

“Marry me.”

The words hung in the air, surrounded by tension and sobs. Surrounded by lingering looks and feelings they both still held dearly.

“Please,” his voice was quieter now. Almost begging. “I know we haven’t been as close as before, but I still hold you in my heart the same I did 10 years ago. I can’t let you go. Not if I still don’t know if we’re absolutely over. Until then I’ll fight and dream and ask. So, please, say yes and let us fight and dream and love together.”

“Damon,” she said. “You’re drunk. High, I don’t know. I can’t just say yes if you’re like this.”

“You don’t want to marry me?” His voice was shaking, his head hung low in surrender, tears welling up in his own eyes once more.

“I do,” she whispered. “I want to marry you, always did. But it’s unfair of you to ask me now.”

“Then say yes and let us be happy.”

“Not now, in the morning maybe.”

Damon nodded, standing up, closing the box and putting it back to where it had been hidden for too long. It had to wait a bit longer now, maybe forever.

She stepped to the side, letting him pass her, his eyes lingering on her face, searching parts he forgot. Though there was nothing. It was still the same face he saw in his dreams whenever he closed his eyes.

The rest of the night was spent in silence, she brought him pillows and a blanket to have it comfortable on her couch. And while night went and day rose, both laid down, trying to rest, but neither getting the rapid beating of their heart to slow down.

The sun dried her tears away and soon enough, she found herself in her kitchen making coffee for both of them, Damon asleep in the room next to her.

She could still ponder the options in her head, but what would they do when he woke up? What would she say to him? If he even remembered what happened.

A groan coming from him made her head turn around, reality creeping up their spines at the same time. He didn’t recognize the ceiling, neither the walls around him, but he could identify the smell that hung in the air. It was hers.

A strike of lightning shot through his body, making him sit up, the pain coming shortly after. His head aching. But it didn’t matter when her wide eyes stared back at him.

Slowly, one by one, pictures crept back.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled, dragging his hands down his face. “Oh my god. I didn’t ask you, did I? Please say I didn’t.”

“You did,” she confessed, making him grown once more.

Scrambling to his feet, Damon walked over to the kitchen entrance. “Shit. I swear I didn’t mean to, I don’t know what I was thinking. Probably nothing.”

His words made her throat tighten, her heart cried out a sorrowful scream, half laughing about her, half yearning for him to take his words back.

“So, you don’t actually want to marry me? It was all just some drunk mistake?” The words felt like venom on her tongue.

Venom that made his eyes widen in realization.

“I mean, I did - I do. But I never- I never wanted you to know. I just- you probably hate me now. You said, no, right?” He couldn’t remember what she said. After his speech, he forgot everything.

“I never said no,” she confessed.

“You didn’t?” It surprised him. Why didn’t she say no?

Shaking her head softly, she walked closer to him. Leaning on the wall next to him. “I told you, that I wouldn’t answer you until you were sober.”

His eyes slipped down to her lips, sucked between her teeth anxiously.

“Marry me.”

He said it once more, the words feeling heavier now. Reality feeling heavier now.

But her words were light.

“Yes.”

And when her lips fell on his, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, the world felt light.

“Let’s not tell anyone,” she said as they laid under her covers, hidden from the rest of the world. “Let us stay like this forever.”

“Like what?”

“Secretly happy, enjoying ourselves and letting no one else near what we have. I want you, Damon. I want to love you unconditionally. I don’t want to end like we did last time.”

“We won’t let it happen, I promise. I won’t let it happen.”

“So, we keep it between us?”

“It’s just you and me. Forever.”

And they said yes, forever. Keeping it quiet, keeping their life away from anyone who was too interested in it.

Another ten years passed, and when the same day came around from which on they were bound together by a promise, they made it official.

A post, a simple one.

‘New song at midnight. A special one.’

‘Between Us’ was nothing anyone expected. A simple piano, words of love and a video of memories. Just them two. Like it had always been.

A message at the end of the video.

‘I can’t believe I get to live my life with you. The most perfect person I’ve ever met. The love of my life. Twenty years have passed, with a break in between that I’ve never regretted more than when I saw you again, and I still love you like I did the first day I saw you. Until death do us apart and every life time after.’

Written by Damon Albarn and Y/n L/n.

Directed by Y/n L/n.

#damon albarn #damon allbarn fanfic #damon albran x you #damon albarn x fem!reader #damon albarn x reader #blur band #blur x reader #blur #blur fanfic #britpop x you #britpop x reader #britpop imagine #britpop fanfic #britpop

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WARNING! it's a long one - 54 fics listed! 🙈💕✨

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✨💎 Lend Me Your Broken Parts by @dizzy-pixie17

(M, 2,4k)It's been five years, but when Lottie doesn't know what else to do to console a hysterical Louis, she calls Harry.

And despite everything, Harry comes.

Look How Well I Play the Bare Truth by Missbeautifullywritten17

(NR, 8,7k) When recently single (to the general public, of course) Harry Styles gets nominated to an Oscar for playing a gay policeman in the 1950s he thinks it is the most wonderful and, at the same time, painful thing it could have happened to him. How is he supposed to say how much Tom and Patrick's story means to him without revealing he is being closeted himself? How is he supposed to go on with his life after receiving the most important award there is for simply playing the bare truth? Well, maybe the rainbow dress he is wearing would be enough of an statement...

Or, the one where Holivia stunt ends, dwd flops and My Policeman gets lots of oscar nominations. Now, it is March 2023, Louis can't be there with him even though his bearding relationship with Eleanor and bbg are already done and he is in the process of coming out himself (apparently, coming out was one thing, but them being a couple... that was perjudicial for their careers and shall remain hidden). So what he does instead is a rbb photocall with the one and only Niall Horan while they watch Harry on the TV screen.

Meanwhile, Harry Styles remembers his past and finds himself on stage with an oscar in hand and, perhaps, his only chance to be free.

Cigarettes and Fuckin’ on the Windowsill by carmelstyle

(NR, 2,4k) Harry comes back from Italy after filming “My Policeman” and stunting. Louis isn’t happy about that last bit.

Or: Sex in front of a window.

Rest in Peace by @stfustucky

(M, 2k) Sometimes, when he looks back on things, there’s a small, angry part of Louis that wishes he’d never met Harry. If he’d just missed that audition, if he’d just stayed in bed, he never would have fallen in love with curly hair and bright green eyes and dimples he’s never gone a day without kissing since. Most times, when he looks back on things, Louis blames himself. The very solar system revolved around Harry and Louis had the closest orbit, flying close enough to feel that warmth in every atom of his body. He should have been paying closer attention, should have opened his eyes and stared into the sun and seen what was happening.

Harry has inoperable brain cancer at the age of 26. Louis watches the love of his life slip away.

guide you home by @nauticalleeds

(G, 0,8k) It’s been a while since Harry’s been able to appreciate the night sky, been a while since his life wasn’t full of hectic schedules and interviews and jet lag. He looks at the sky a little longer, watches the stars blink back at him and thinks about another bright presence he’s been missing.

Taking out his phone from his pocket, he thumbs at his screen to open a new message.

Full moon tonight, he types, and presses send. He keeps the app open, expecting the message to come instantly.

It does.

the peace ring is back in louis' ass? by @greeneyesfriedrice

(E, 1,2k) peace ring adventures with harry and louis! probably not what you expect!

Singing My Name Like Your National Anthem by @letthemusicmoveyou28

(T, 1k) “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Louis just scoffs at that, dismissing Harry quickly yet lovingly in a way that only he has ever seemed to manage. “Good luck getting me to be anywhere else love.”

Harry sighs. “Louis you can’t afford to get sick too. Your album release is next week, you’re booked solid.”

Louis just shrugs. “And if I get sick then we’ll rebook all of it. Or damn it all to Hell for all I care. As much as I want my fans to hear the album, there is nothing more important to me than you.”

✨ Second Time's A Charm by @dizzy-pixie17

(M, 4,7k) “Harry?” Oli Wright said nervously into the phone. “Um… How… how’re you doing?”

Harry’s heart was already picking up speed because there was only one reason Oli ever called him after midnight.

“I’m alright,” Harry answered. “What’s going on? Is it Louis?”

“Uh… yeah,” Oli admitted. “There’s been an accident.”

The one where Harry finds out Louis broke his arm. For the second time in one year.

A Boyfriend for Christmas

(G, 5,5k) Louis' co-worker, Gemma, asks Louis to be her date for Christmas dinner. She needs a fake boyfriend to keep her family from harassing her about her singlehood. Louis adores her, so he doesn't mind helping out--until he meets Gemma's handsome younger brother.

Feeling It Now by @ireallysawanangel

(E, 7k) When Louis hooked up with a hot guy in the bathroom at a music festival, the last thing he was expecting was for that guy to be one of the headlining acts at the festival.

✨ Seal The Deal by @itsnotreal

(NR, 2k) Harry’s been getting Louis Tomlinson’s mail for months, even though he told the mailman that he lived in apartment two and Louis lived in apartment eight.

✨ It's Thursday. Let's Get (un)Dressed by @bananaheathen

(E, 9k) When Louis is peer-pressured into downloading TikTok over the holidays, he fully expects to hate it. And he does hate it. All of it. Well... except for aspiring OOTD influencer, @ harrystyles.

Your Silhouette Over Me by orphan_account

“Alright don’t forget the mission, get Louis laid,” Louis shouted over the music.

“Don’t know who Louis is, but I support it.”

Louis turned towards the contributing voice and saw the bartender leaning in front of him, his elbows resting against the lip of the bar. He had brown hair that fell in loose curls just above his collar bones which were perfectly on show due to the fact that his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his abdomen. The shirt’s sleeves were cuffed up along his inked bicep and the pattern was something that Louis would expect a dad on vacation to wear, not a young bartender.

“He’s Louis,” Zayn said, jutting his thumb in Louis’ direction.

The bartender nodded approvingly, “then I definitely support it.”

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Or the one where Louis went out one night after work, wanting to get laid, and then ended up meeting a bartender named Harry Styles.

you drive me wild (you know you do) by @missandrogyny

(E, 6,6k) Their management informs them that they have an interview right before the ARIAs, and it isn't until he's in a suit, seated on a couch between Liam and Zayn, that he gets the idea.

The interviewer, Angus, smiles at them, right before the cameras roll on, and a metaphorical light bulb goes off inside Louis' head. He's perfect. Well, not as perfect as Harry, but enough. He's attractive, attractive enough to drive Harry crazy, and he doesn't even think of the consequences of his actions, just decides right then. It's all Harry's fault anyway. Louis should be allowed to have a little fun.

(or: Louis flirts with the Australian interviewers and Harry gets possessive.)

Love In Conversation by @hellolovers13

(T, 4,9k) King Arthur Baking Hotline.

Your bread fell flat. Your cookies crumbled. Who do you turn to? The King Arthur Baker’s Hotline.

Louis has a severe baking breakdown.

Thankfully, he gets help from baking-hotline operator Harry.

✨💎 i've secretly always wanted to be yours (and for you to be mine) by @bottomhaztoplou

(M, 1,6k) Harry has just presented. Louis needs to know that he's okay.

Only you by @germericangirl

(E, 4k) Harry comes home from filming a particularly intimate scene for My Policeman. Louis is jealous, Harry doesn’t understand why. They talk it out, more or less…

✨ Whoever, However by @brooklyn-babylon / @twopoppies

(E, 8,9k) Louis could feel his heart rate pick up as he positioned the camera and Harry slowly stood up. They both knew what came next –– it had been clearly outlined in the advert Harry answered. The studio Louis worked for was filming a new series of camboy videos. Louis’ job was to make it look like amateur porn –– sweaty, sensual, dirty –– but well lit and edited. He was an artist, thank you very much.

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Or: Louis has a much better day at work than he’d expected.

home at last by @greeneyesfriedrice

(E, 1,9k) Harry turns, a wide smile on his face. Louis stands in the doorway to their shared bedroom, his right arm held close to his body and in a makeshift sling.

He makes sure not to fully ram into his husband, but it’s been almost one month, so sue him if he’s excited.

Everything by @tommokat

(E, 4,3k) He’s got a job he loves, fans he adores, friends to call on and family to claim. He’s traveled the world, broken records, set new ones. He’s 13 years into a relationship with the love of his life, the man he can’t wait to start a family with. He’s a three-time Grammy award winner getting railed by his husband in the back of a SUV in the middle of LA traffic. He’s got everything. What more could he want?

Post Grammy’s SUV Celebration Sex

Devil in my brain, whispering my name @lunarheslwt

(E, 9k) Or, Louis, a demon, shows Harry, an angel, just how good it can feel to give in to temptation and sin.

Only You, Always by @larryficwriter

(NR, 5,5k) “Hey Haz,” Louis says, tensing because he can tell that something is wrong. Out of the corner of his eye, Louis sees Liam hurriedly busying himself with the Xbox.

Harry walks over to Louis, eerily calm. Louis’ gulp is so loud he’s almost sure that Niall and Zayn could have heard it. He leans down, his breath tickling at Louis’ ear. Honestly, Louis can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine

“Bedroom.” Harry practically growls into Louis’ ear and then he walks away, just as calm.

For a second Louis is frozen. Just the tone of Harry’s voice has Louis twitching in his trousers. Louis knows what’s about to happen, he can just tell. And it is a far cry from the fight that he had been expecting. Louis gulps again, looking over to Liam. The tips of Liam’s ears are flaming and Louis’ about seventy-three percent sure that Liam had heard what Harry had whispered. Liam is specifically avoiding Louis’ gaze. And then it hits him that he should be up; he should be moving.

or how Harry reacted to the "Lilo Kiss" incident

Won't You Please Come Around by @allwaswell16

(M, 5,8k) Harry has lived in London for a month, and so far the only friend he's made is his sister's cat, Mr. Whiskers. When the lock on the window breaks, Mr. Whiskers begins exploring his new neighbourhood a bit too thoroughly and brings back mementos of his escapes.

Or a Valentine's Day story where Harry has a really fit neighbour, and his cat is a thief.

I Hope You Choke (on those words) by @imogenleewriter

(E, 3k) Harry Styles had been head of security for concert venues for over eight years.

Never in his career had he seen a musician as reckless when it came to personal safety as Louis Tomlinson.

After making his job a living nightmare, Harry decided he needs to talk some sense into Louis.

If only there were some way to shut him up.

You Could Give That Aspirin the Headache of Its Life by @letthemusicmoveyou28

(M, 3,6k) Louis had once heard that the chances of being struck by lightning are 1 in 700,000. He wonders now, how those odds compare to randomly being seated next to your ex boyfriend on a 10 hour flight.

Honestly, if the universe is going to insist on ruining his life, he really would have preferred the lightning thing.

(Or the one where Louis is a football player who gets stuck on a flight with his ex-boyfriend Harry. The universe might be conspiring against him, or is it?)

You Can See It with the Lights Out by @larryatendoftheday

(M, 8,6k) In a universe where you know as soon as you meet your soulmate, Harry's been shaking hands his whole career, waiting for the one.

Things Unsaid by @londonfoginacup

(G, 4,4k) Or, where you have a tattoo of the first thought your soulmate has when they see you.

✨ If the world was ending, you'd come over, right? by @enchantedlandcoffee

(T, 6,3k) "Is Harry with you?" Louis blurted out, his free hand tapping anxiously against his knee.

"Louis?"

"Yeah. Is Harry with you?"

On any other occasion, Louis knew Niall would have yelled at him for calling in the middle of the night. But Niall must've sensed the urgency in his tone, his voice immediately taking on a lighter touch.

"Yeah. Yeah, he's been staying in the spare room. Why? Do you want me to get him for you?"

"No!" Louis panicked. "Just- check on him please? Make sure he's breathing and everything?"

✨ My Arm Might Be Broken, But I Won't Be Broken Down by @boosbabycakes28

(T, 2,4k) Louis broke his arm for the second time and he is bored out of his mind. He has nothing better to do than mess with his husband.

✨ Together We're the Greatest by @hellolovers13

(E, 4,6k) “How the fuck does this always happen to you?” Louis huffed, pulling Harry's limp body into the half fallen apart car he'd borrowed for this. Well, he didn't intend to give it back, really, but insurance covered theft, did it not? And this thing was basically held together with duct tape and good faith, so really, the former owners should thank him for taking it off their hands.

It's not the first time Louis has to stitch Harry back together, but Louis will make sure it is the last

With the Bomb Lighting by @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 4k) “Hey mate, sorry for the delay. Pop divas I swear…”

Harry’s eyes jolt open with record speed and he notes in horror that the man that had been filling his fantasies mere seconds ago is now filling his laptop screen.

“Holy shit, is that your dick?”

(Or the one where Harry is doing Zoom interviews to promote his new album, but his time management skills are lacking. Louis is the writer interviewing Harry for Rolling Stone when he accidentally gets an eye full. They figure it out).

the sweetness of your words knows no bounds in making my heart leap by @bottomhaztoplou

(M, 1,4k) At the end of his heat, Harry writes a letter.

At the beginning of his rut, Louis writes one back.

Meant To Be (Arse First) by BayouSexual

(T, 4,8k) Zayn groans in response, and Louis can hear the slow rustle of his bed sheets in the background. “Is it another ‘you woke up in the back parking lot of a Tesco’s with no pants and I need to come get you before the cops do’ panic or more of a 'I can stay in my bed and lend you an ear’ kind of panic, because I drank a lot more than you did last night, Lou.”

“Uhh,” Louis replies eloquently, “more like an 'I have two giant, blood red handprints on my naked arse, and no, they aren't from a good shag’ kind of panic.”

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Or the one where your soulmate mark appears on your body where they first touch you and stays there until they touch you for the first time.

Aka the one where Louis's soulmate must like bums.

Makes Me Feel Alive by @itsnotreal

(E, 8,3k) Louis hated when people came in to get tattooed and couldn’t sit still— bunch of fucking squares is what they were. If only that had been the issue for his newest client.

Completely Oblivious by @itsnotreal

(G, 1k) “Are we dating?” Harry looked very confused.

Louis huffed, “That’s what I’m asking you!”

Or an interaction with a stranger helps these two finally figure their shit out.

✨💎 Your secret's safe with me by @lightwoodsmagic

(M, 7,4k) He knew almost everything about Haz, considered him his best friend. He knew his favourite movies and books, how he liked his coffee, knew how many pets he had and what he was most afraid of. Louis knew how to calm him down when he was panicking, and that he’d lost his virginity to his ex-boyfriend when he was 17. He knew that Haz had curly hair, green eyes, that he was tall and considered himself slightly awkward. He knew his Instagram account that only had aesthetic pictures or ridiculous jokes, but in the all the time that Louis had known him, he’d never learnt, or been allowed to know, Haz’s full name, what he sounded like, or what he looked like.

Louis didn't care.

Or, when Louis' favourite singer comes back and announces he's performing again, him and the rest of his group chat decide to go. When Haz, the man Louis' fallen in love with without meeting him, says that he can't, Louis tries his best to convince him with a drunken phone call, hearing his voice for the first time. It's not until he's at Royal Variety that he swears he can hear it again.

✨ Let The Ocean Worry About Being Blue by @greenblueish

(E, 5,6k) In a society where young adults go through the so-called Colour Test which determines their affiliation to a Colour - Blue, Yellow, Red or Green - and thus where they'll live, work and socialise for the rest of their lives, Harry is finally about to take the Test. Born and raised in Yellow, he met his boyfriend when he was still a teenager - against the government's recommendation. Louis, however, changed from Yellow to Blue two years ago. The problem: Harry needs to receive a Blue Test result as well, because a relationship between two people who live in different Colours is forbidden.

The Touch of Your Hand by @larry-hiatus

(E, 8,2k) Louis has decided to bite the bullet and get himself a dick piercing. He knows it’s going to hurt, but what he doesn’t know is how to calm down when he finds himself on the brink of a panic attack in front of the incredibly attractive piercer, Harry. Luckily, Harry is really sweet and offers to help ease his nerves.

You Don’t Have to Be Lonely Tonight by @neondiamond

(G, 2k) Louis is stuck working the Christmas day shift at the coffee shop. Harry is the sad stranger who comes in to spend the day there.

✨ In Jest by @londonfoginacup

(T, 4,8k) Louis, who smiles at Harry as he reclines in his chair. Louis, whose soulmark is visible thanks to his low-cut top.

Louis, Harry’s soulmate, who seems to either be blissfully ignorant of that fact or maliciously ignoring it.

Harry would really like to know which.

✨ you give me feelings that i adore by @alwaysxlarrie

(T, 7,6k) Harry doesn’t mean to fall in love with Louis’ scent when they first meet after the Alpha joins Harry's study group, but after Harry leaves a sweater behind by accident and it comes back smelling like Louis, he can’t really help it. Nor can he really help continuing to leave his things behind in hopes that Louis will take them home and drench them in his wonderful, mouth-watering scent. He just has to hope Louis will play along.

Or, 5 times Louis scents Harry's things and the 1 time Harry returns the gesture.

We All Scream for Ice Cream by @wishingforloushair

(M, 3,1k) Harry snatched the flyer back off the noticeboard, waving it at Liam. “BJ in your PJs?” he repeated.

“What? I’m not giving you a blowjob, Harry,” Liam said, looking slightly affronted.

“See?” Harry rounded on Niall. “No one thinks of Ben and Jerry’s when they read BJ.”

“Well, they should,” Niall said, snatching the flyer back. “Not everyone is a disgusting heathen like you two.”

“It says BJ in your PJs?” Liam asked, sounding aghast. “On all the flyers?”

“You told me it was catchy!”

When Resident Advisor Liam left his boyfriend Niall, and Niall's roommate Harry in charge of advertising the end of semester ice cream celebration for their hall residents, he should've expected it to end in disaster. Niall created an entirely inappropriate flyer, offering a very different experience than what they were planning to offer. When distributing the flyers, Harry meets Louis, an older student studying Drama, who is far more interested in BJs that doesn't involve Ben and Jerry's.

AKA crack/fluff with a bit of smut, based off of that one viral poster 'BJs in your PJs'

✨💎 Odds Are That We Will Probably Be... by @lululawrence

(NR, 0,6k) From the moment Louis learned no one would survive past the evening, the only thing he knew was that he had to get to Harry.

✨ I Knew From the First Time by @lululawrence

(NR, 6,1k) Or the one where Harry definitely doesn't take a sneaky pic of Louis on the Tube. Absolutely not. (Except maybe he does.)

All You Want's Under Your Nose by @wishingforloushair

(E, 3,5k) Louis decides to treat himself to a new sex toy, but is perplexed when he sees a man in the shop placing each vibrator against the tip of his nose and sneezing. Curiosity gets the better of him, and it turns out the man, Harry, is a sex-god who knows far too much about sex toys and promises Louis that if a vibrator makes him sneeze it will definitely make him come. Of course there's only one way to find out for sure...

On Love's Doorstep by @hellolovers13

(T, 1,6k) Harry Styles: a day in the life

☑ Stuck in a dress

☑ Abandoned by his best friend

☑ Date with hot neighbour

All in all, not the worst day ever

If Life Is a Photograph by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k) Harry gets plucked out of the crowd to take Louis’ crew pic on stage in Guadalajara.

It Was Electric Touch by @allwaswell16

(E, 2,2k) Harry, assistant to The Snuts' manager, has been indulging in fantasies about the headliner and founder of the Away From Home Festival, Louis Tomlinson. He gets the chance to indulge in the real thing at the after party.

Just Two Stars Passing By by QuickedWeen

(E, 5,1k) Harry blew up on TikTok and became a fashion commentator during the pandemic. Now, all of a sudden, big channels are asking him to cover their red carpets and premieres. Somehow he ends up covering arrival fashion for the 2024 Euros, and somehow Louis Tomlinson already knows his name.

A Late Summer Day by @gettingaphdinmomo

(NR, 0,5k) Today

I realized

you are home.

I almost told you

I love you.

Figure This Out by @haztobegood

(E, 2,4k) Louis is everything Harry could have imagined when he’d typed “silver fox enthusiast” into his Grindr profile. Too bad he's probably scared Louis off by giving him too many expensive gifts.

✨ Booked and Busy by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 9,2k) Booking the Away from Home Festival is the biggest opportunity of Harry’s up-and-coming career to date. It’s just an added bonus that the festival is hosted and headlined by his longtime celebrity crush, world-renowned rockstar Louis Tomlinson.

Despite his excitement, doesn’t expect Louis to watch his set. Or to visit his dressing room ahead of his show to wish him good luck.

Or to flirt with him.

But seeing as this is the most monumental night of Harry’s life to date, he might as well make the most of it.

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A fluffy, smutty PWP where Harry performs at AFH 2024 and gets a lot more than he bargained for.

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✨ you gave me a ring, lad! by @theeliampayne

(G, 0,2k, Liam & Louis) In which Liam visits Louis at a concert and "give me a ring, lad!" is taken more literally than Louis intended.

like air to me by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(M, 5,3k, Louis/Zayn) Five times Louis’ smoke break brings back memories of Zayn and one time it brings him back to Zayn’s doorstep.

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🌿 part 1 (+50k) 🌿 part 2 (30-50k) 🌿 part 3 (10-30k) 🌿

#my fic recs #28th appreciation #larry fic #larry fics #hlficlibrary #larry stylinson fic #larry stylinson fanfic #larry fanfic #fic rec #HAPPY 28TH!!!

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holyblonded · 13 days ago

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that was the most adorable thing ever, i love how soft estrella and azulita are with val, and how ale and olga are seemingly fed up but really they melt when they see their girls

you obviously mentioned this is a future one where azul and estrella have moved out, could we have some hcs about that please? maybe like ale and olgas reactions, ale acting tough but also genuinely upset cuz what do you mean her little girls are all grown up? and how they fit in to a new home with their girlfriends? love your work keep it up❤️

— when azulita and estrella finally move out, it’s chaos and sentimentality all at once. ale acts like she’s fine about it. arms crossed, smirk on her face, making jokes about how she’ll finally get some peace and quiet, but the second azulita’s room is empty, she’s standing in the doorway, just staring, biting the inside of her cheek so she doesn’t cry.

— olga, being olga, hugs both of them extra tight the morning they move their stuff into the new building. she sneaks them both a little envelope of “emergency money” even though azulita swears up and down she’s “not a baby” anymore. estrella immediately tucks hers into her sock like a secret mission.

— the apartment building they move into is very, very suspiciously close to olga and alexia’s house. it’s two minutes by foot, barely enough time for alexia to text “you coming home for dinner?” before they’re already knocking at the door.

— estrella and soleil move into a bright, slightly messy apartment on the second floor. there are fairy lights tangled in the windows, half-finished canvases from soleil on the walls, estrella’s soccer gear tossed in a corner, and a big shared calendar with little hearts drawn on match days and “sun days” where they do nothing but cook and watch movies.

— across the hall, azulita and sydney’s apartment is the opposite vibe: clean, minimalistic, sleek but pops of colors like green. there’s a skateboard rack right at the entrance, a few shared gaming consoles, and a strict no shoes on the couch rule that azulita breaks within the first week. sydney pretends to be mad but lets it go when azulita plops down and falls asleep with a controller still in her hand.

— the four of them have a little system. breakfast at soleil and estrella’s, movie nights at azulita and sydney’s, mandatory sunday dinner back at ale and olga’s.

— ale pretends not to wait by the window for them to come home but everyone knows she does. valerie rats her out constantly, running into the kitchen yelling “mami was being weird again looking out the window!!” and ale dramatically puts her head on the table.

— olga helps them all furnish their places, dragging them to ikea and pretending she’s just supervising but ends up buying half the stuff. estrella tries to convince her to get a life-size bear plush for their living room (“for emotional support!”) and olga nearly strangles her with the measuring tape.

— at first, ale and olga visit all the time under the excuse of “checking the plumbing” or “seeing if you set the alarm right,” but over time they learn to let go a little. it’s hard, especially for ale, because estrella and azulita aren’t just players or kids she mentored, they’re her girls, her heart walking outside her body.

— when they realize estrella and azulita are thriving, laughing, cooking, being reckless but also so loved by soleil and sydney, ale finally lets herself breathe again.

— sometimes, on quieter nights, ale and olga sit in their kitchen, wine glasses between them, and olga will smile and say, “we did good.” and ale will nod, swallowing a lump in her throat, because yeah. they really did.

— and when azulita or estrella call at midnight just because they miss home, ale always answers on the first ring.

#answered asks 💌#woso community #⋆˚ ༘ blue stars: asks

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callsign-magnolia · 1 month ago

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Undiagnosed // Ch. 24

Mature Content 18+

Jake Seresin x Neurodivergent OC

Summary: Katie Blair grew up trying to be the perfect daughter. She always struggled to be the prim and proper little girl her parents wanted. Big personality as a kid, but now at 25, she's the shy admiral's daughter who just keeps her head down and tries to get through law school. So what happens when she's had enough and with help from a certain Lieutenant, she gets out.

Warnings: Emotional abuse, trauma response, abusive parents, smut.

Word Count: 3.5k

Chapter 23 | Masterlist

I looked at Jake who met my eyes and I immediately nodded. “Yes. We-we’d love to.” I said and Mr. Sterling stood, buttoning his suit jacket and Jake and I also stood. “Great.” He reached out, shaking my hand before shaking Jake’s. “I have no meetings after noon tomorrow. I’d like it if you could come back and we could gather a game plan tomorrow.” I nodded. “I’ll have lunch catered. Also, anyone who is aware of what your parents have done, ask them if they would be witnesses. Once we figure out how to go about this, we’ll figure out who will be of the most use to us.” We nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Sterling. Really.” He nodded. “You’re welcome. Now go home and rest, tomorrow will be mentally draining,” He turned to face me. “Especially for you Katie.” I nodded and with that we said goodbye and left.

As we got out to the truck, Jake opened my door and I slid in. I stared out the windshield, still in disbelief. “Katie?” I turned to look at Jake as he buckled his seatbelt. “You okay?” I nodded and gave him a small smile. “Yeah. Just still in shock that I’m finally doing something about this.” He smiled and leaned over the console, kissing me. “It’ll all be okay. I promise.” I smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Jake.” He drove us home, a sense of peace over us that we haven’t known in a few weeks now. “So how’d it go?” Penny asked. I took a deep breath, nodding. “We found our lawyer. We go back tomorrow to talk more in detail about what this is gonna look like.” Penny nodded. “Well if you want, you can drop the kittens off with me tomorrow at the house. Amelia will love it.” I nodded. “That’d be great Penny, thank you.” With that we sent her off and set up to feed the kittens again. “I need to print off a bunch of pictures.” I said and Jake nodded. “The one time I wish I had a printer in the house.” We stood in silence for a moment before I had an idea. I grabbed my phone and immediately shot Rebecca a text.

After a minute I smiled at her response. “Rebecca is gonna print everything I need at school. She can meet me later this evening to hand them over.” I said and he smiled as he shook a bottle. “Great. She names the time and place and we’ll be there.” He said in agreement. We sat down to feed the kittens before spending the rest of the day relaxing until Rebecca texted me, letting me know where to meet her. Jake and I decided to leave the kittens at home, seeing as we were only going to be gone a short time. I drove Jake and I down to a nearby gas station where we pulled up next to Rebecca as she got gas. “Hi.” I said as I got out, Jake coming around to join me. “Oh it’s so good to see you!” She said, tossing her arms around my shoulders. She held me tightly for a minute before letting go. She reached into her passenger seat and grabbed a folder with the photos. “These were… shocking.” She said as she handed me the folder with the pictures in it. “I know. But I really appreciate you printing them off for me.” She smiled at me. “Kick their asses in court?” I nodded. “We will.” I responded. “Okay. Just keep me updated? I worry about you.” Tears sprung to my eyes at her words. “I will. Thank you, Rebecca.” I said and with that we left.

The next morning we dropped the kittens off with Penny and Amelia and headed back to Mr. Sterling’s office. “Ah! You made it.” He said as he walked into the conference room. “Hope you like sandwiches and salad.” He said with a smile. “Love it.” Jake said. We all made our plates and sat down. “I printed off more pictures.” I said, sliding him the folder. “You have more?” He asked and I nodded. “These were taken the second time I ran. Jake and our friends broke me out of my parents house.” Mr. Sterling looked at the pictures for a moment, a solemn look on his face. “Are these finger marks on your neck?” I nodded. “My father choked me out multiple times in that two week period.” Mr.Sterling rubbed his face as he sighed. “Katie. These pictures…” He drifted off, sifting through the large pile of photos. “God.” He said as he came across the picture of my thighs. “I don’t know if they’ll be of much help…” I said. “No. These are what are going to solidify our defense. That and witnesses.” He looked to us. “We uh, haven’t had a chance to talk to anyone yet.” Jake admitted. Mr. Sterling smiled at us. “Well get to work on talking to people. Thanksgiving is only two weeks away and I’d like to get us into court before then.” My eyebrows shot up. “Can you build a case in that time?” I asked and he laughed. “Trust me, building this case will not be hard at all. Let’s just get down to the nitty gritty and work out the kinks. Then I need to get you both ready to be up on the stand.” I sighed. “Mr. Sterling-” “Thomas. Call me Thomas. Or Tom.” I nodded. “Tom. Do you really think we can win this?” I asked and he grinned. “I know we can. We’re going to kick their asses.”

After our last meeting with Mr. Sterling Jake and I have been struggling with anxiety over everything and have thrown ourselves into cleaning the house, talking to people about being witnesses and taking care of the kittens who have now become mobile. All eyes and ears are open and they are vocal. “I know!” I said as I fixed a bottle. High pitched meows coming from the floor next to me. “Oh really?” I asked as little paws went over my foot. Suddenly my phone started ringing. “Jake!” I called and he walked in. “I got it.” He took the bottle from me and swooped up two of the kittens as I grabbed my phone off the dining room table and answered it. “Hello?” “Katie? It’s Tom.” I smiled. “Hey. What’s going on?” I asked. “Be ready. We’re in court starting next Wednesday.” I stopped, my breath catching in my throat. “Wh-what?” I asked, the reality of everything settling in me. “Come next Wednesday, you will be facing your parents in court. Are you ready?” Jake looked back at me from the couch, mouthing ‘who is it?’ with his brows furrowed. “Katie?” Tom asked again. “I’m more than ready.” I said. “Good. I’m sending out subpoenas to everyone you told me would be a witness. They’ll have it by the end of the week.” I nodded. “Thank you.”

Jake and I spent the weekend with everyone, helping them to get ready to help us in court. “I just can’t believe we’re here.” Rooster said as we sat on the couch. “Yeah, seems like only yesterday we broke down your bedroom door.” Rooster raised his brow as Phoenix spoke. “Last I checked you did no door kicking.” He responded. “And you didn’t either. You unlocked the front door. Hangman kicked her bedroom door in.” I laughed at their interaction. That moment was terrifying and when I think back to it, it still is. But I know now, I don’t have to worry. “So how is all of this gonna go?” Bradley asked. “Well. From my understanding we’ll go in, they’ll announce the claims and after that my lawyer will announce the counterclaims. We’ll hear both sides at the same time, my parents going first. Which is a good thing because it means more of a chance they dig their own graves.” They nodded. “And what about your dishonorable discharge?” Bradley asked as he pulled a face and made air quotes around ‘dishonorable discharge’. “That will be a separate case after this one. But Tom says we have a high chance of winning her case and that will reflect on mine. He’s very confident we’ll win mine too.” They nodded. “So we’re really the only two witnesses?” Phoenix asked. “No. The rest of the team are also witnesses for everything that happened on base. But you two are really the only witnesses for the day we got her out.” They nodded. “How do you feel?” Phoenix asked me. “I am terrified to my core.” I admitted as Jake took my hand, kissing it before setting it back down on my leg. “But I’m more than ready.”

I’ve been in a daze since we found out and come Wednesday morning I got ready on autopilot. “You okay?” Jake asked and I nodded. “I just- I don’t know how I’m going to handle this.” I responded and he came up behind me, kissing the back of my head. “I think you’re going to handle it better than you think, and I am not going to let you down, okay?” I nodded and turned to hug him. “Thank you.” I said as I buried my face in his chest. “For what?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around me. “Saving me, supporting me, loving me.” I said and he chuckled. “It’s the best decision I've ever made.” We stood like that for a minute before he pulled away. “Okay, finish getting ready, we have twenty minutes.” I waved him off as I turned back to the bathroom counter to curl my hair. “Plenty of time.” I said and he smirked at me in the mirror. “That’s only twelve hundred seconds.” It settled on me how long I really had. “Shit! Will you grab my heels from the closet and make sure everything we need is next to my purse?” I asked as he walked out. “I got it, baby.” He said and I felt a little better. “Oh and we’re taking my truck!” I said and he raised a brow as he walked by. “Why?” He asked and I shrugged as I moved on to another section of my hair. “They think I can’t do anything without them. I learned to drive straight shift without them.” I said and frowned. “Okay now that sounds stupid since I‘ve said it out loud.” I sighed as I grabbed another chunk of hair. “It’s not. You’re parents have said and done things to you and they tried to set you up for failure away from them and you didn’t fail. Believe it or not, you’re thriving.” I gave him a small smile in the mirror. “Thank you.” I said and he smiled. “Let’s finish up.”

I grabbed my purse and a few files from the table next to the front door as we walked out. I pulled out my keys and unlocked the truck door and Jake opened it for me. “Thank you.” I said as I unlocked the passenger side and started the truck. “Ready?” Jake asked as he got in and I nodded. “Yeah.” I said as I threw it in reverse. The ride was silent bar the radio playing a local country station playing quietly. As we pulled up to the court house I could see the bronco and a few other familiar vehicles but not my parents. Which made me feel a little better. My stomach was in knots and I wasn’t sure if I was gonna puke or pass out. I took a few deep breaths as I leaned my head back. “You okay?” Jake asked, turning to me. My eyes started to sting and my deep breaths turned to gasping as my chest tightened. “Babe-” “I don’t think I can do this.” I managed to get out. “You were fine ten minutes ago.” He said, confused. “I was stupid to think I could do this!” I cried. I barely registered his door opening and he came around. “Scoot.” I slid over slightly so he could sit on the edge of the driver's seat. “Look at me.” I took a big deep breath and manage to stave my sobs for a second to look at him. “You’ve already done the hard part. Deciding to go after them. Facing them is scary, but if anybody can take them down, it’s you.” I sobbed again for a second before stopping. “Everything okay?” I looked to see Bob, Phoenix standing behind him. “She’s freaking out. I think finally showing up made it real.” Jake said and I nodded. “Oh come on.” Bob said and I looked at him with furrowed brows. “You ran from them, twice. You had the shit beat out of you, they locked you in your bedroom for weeks, almost sent you off to someone, they withheld a diagnosis from you and you slapped the shit out of your mom and this is what your worried about? Seeing their faces while you have multiple people standing around that wouldn’t let them hurt you?” He asked, eyes locked on mine. “Come on. This is the easy part.” We all stared at him in surprise. This wasn’t Bob, but yet it was? “Speaking of.” Bradley said as he walked over and I looked up, seeing my dad’s truck pull into the parking lot.

My whole body tensed up as I saw my dad’s tall and large figure step out. He met my gaze as he walked around opening my mothers door for her to get out. She also met my gaze as she got out, her gaze not leaving mine as she moved around the door. “Do not drop eye contact.” I heard Bob say and I didn’t. My mom moved in front of the truck and she stood there for a solid two minutes before she dropped her eyes and turned away. As she did I let out a sigh of relief. “They’re trying to be intimidating.” Jake said and I nodded. “They don’t have to try.” I said and took a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s do this.” I said and Jake got out of my way. “You better now?” I shook my head. “No. So let’s go before I lose my nerve.” I responded. Jake took the files and I pulled my purse higher up on my shoulder. We approached the front doors and I saw the rest of the dagger squad standing there. “Oh I have been waiting for this.” Fanboy said, rubbing his hands together. “I could do without it.” I said as Payback held the door open for us. People were everywhere and I barely spotted Mav and Tom talking to each other near one of the court rooms. I made my way over but was cut off when a man stepped in front of me, startling me. “Miss Blair.” I looked up as he was very tall and had to take a step back to actually see him. He was dark haired, a dazzling smile and fair skinned. “Very nice to meet you.” He said as he all but aggressively shook my hand. “And you are?” I asked. “I am Jackson Strande. I’m your parents lawyer.” My eyes widened as he took a step closer and I took another step back bumping into Jake. “Look man-” “Jackson.” He turned to Tom who had a mischievous grin on his face. “Tom Sterling. I’m not surprised to see you here. You always did take the long shots.”

“I do. But I will have to ask that you don’t speak directly to my client. All communication will go through me.” Jackson seemed to be sizing Tom up and by the looks of it, there wasn’t much difference between them. “Very well. But her parents want to speak with her before we go in.” Tom immediately shook his head. “That won’t be happening. Nothing will be said between them without my presence and I will not allow them to speak with her before, during or after her trial unless she asks.” A small smile graced my face as Jackson huffed. “Very well. See you in there.” He said as he stepped around Tom and walked away. I watched as he walked over to my parents and as soon as he got close enough my mother was throwing her hands around in anger. “This is going to be intense. They’re going to continue to try to keep communicating with you and get in your head. But I will keep them at bay as best I can.” I nodded. “Okay.” I said and handed him the files. “We better get in there.” He said as he took the files from me. Jake took my hand and held it tightly as we filed into the courtroom. Jake took a seat in the first row, all our friends filing in next to him and I took a seat next to Tom. “Okay. They will announce your parents' charges first and then I will stand and announce our counter charges.” I nodded and we sat there for a few moments before the judge entered the courtroom.

“All rise for the honorable Judge Bailey.” We all stood and I felt like I was gonna puke. Once she sat she motioned us to sit. “We’re here to discuss the charges Richard and Meredith Blair have brought against their daughter Katherine Scarlett Blair.” My father nodded in his seat as the Judge looked at their lawyer. “Mr. Strande. What are the charges?” He stood, buttoning his suit jacket. “Your honor the Blairs are charging Ms. Blair with breaking and entering, battery and assault.” I furrowed my brows. Assault was new. That wasn’t in the papers I got. “Ms. Blair. What would possess you to break in and attack this sweet woman? Look at her, she's defenseless.” The judge said motioning to my mother who had fake tears streaming down her cheeks as she wiped them with a tissue. “For a daughter to treat her mother this way? You have to be heartless and cold and if it were legal I’d make my decision now and send you to jail.” My heart dropped and I felt like I was gonna pass out. They have her in their pockets, there’s no way they don’t. “Your honor. My client did what she did out of defense. She did not break into the home, officers found no real evidence of that and one of her neighbors even said they saw her open the door for my client.” Tom said as he stood. “Meredith Blair raised her hand to her own daughter and Katie reacted in self defense.” The judge raised her brows and where is the proof of this?” She asked. “I have plenty of evidence your honor. After all, people don’t tend to change their ways in old age.” I bit back a laugh as my mother gasped. “May I approach the bench?” She sat there for a moment before motioning him forward. Tom picked up the large stack of files from the table and took them to the judge whose eyes grew wide. They were whispering as he pulled out a few photos but I couldn’t see which ones.

The judge nodded and Tom came back. “Your honor, we would like to press counter charges.” She nodded. “And they are?” Tom cleared his throat and looked at the paper he picked up. “Child neglect, child abuse, battery and assault with a deadly weapon. Multiple counts.” He said and the judge pursed her lips. “Very well. We will begin with the defendant.” Jackson stood. “Thank you, your honor. Mrs. Blair, if you will.” She nodded and stood, slowly making her way to the podium, false fear on her face. She swore on the bible and held back a gasp once she was done. “Mrs. Blair. Before the break in, when was Katie last in your home?” My mother opened her mouth and closed it before burying her face in her hands. “The day she disappeared. She was late to school that morning because her fish tank broke and we had to clean her floors.” Mr. Strande nodded. “And why was her fish tank broken?” He asked. “Sh-she had an outburst. She was angry that we told her she should probably stay home and study, not go out with her friends and she launched a textbook at me. I was standing in front of her tank when she did it and the textbook went through it. She didn’t even care that her fish were on the ground dying. I tried to save them all but I couldn’t.” I moved to stand when Tom grabbed my arm. “Do not move.” How could I not? She’s painting me to be this awful person. They are the reason all my fish are dead. Not me. “Objection your honor.” Tom said as he stood. “Reason?” She asked. “I have proof that she’s lying on the stand.”

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persephone-writes · 4 months ago

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A Diviner's Guide to James Potter

Chapter Seventeen: An Invitation

James Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Eighteen ☆ Series Masterlist

Description: You and the others search for answers regarding the return of your nefarious classmates.

Word Count: 5.8k

No one spoke for a long beat, the air charged with your collective bewilderment. You heard nothing behind McGonagall’s door, just the drum of your own heart. Her final words stung, more actually than it would’ve with any other professor given that she was the head of your house. Zephyr was back, as was Mulciber, Wilkes, and Snape, all having planned on poisoning you just two weeks prior.

“Merlin’s saggy balls,” Sirius said, breaking the silence, “some good that did us.”

“She can’t just— she can’t, can she?” Marlene stuttered, slow to catch up on the complete waste of time this all was.

James’s jaw was set, turning on his heels to walk back down the corridor. You followed behind, all with the same sulking expressions.

Lily placed a hand on your arm, offering you the best consolation she could, “If they let them come back, McGonagall must be right. They can’t be a threat anymore.”

You nodded, though you weren’t sure how much you believed her. You knew James didn’t by his short breath, lingering in the hall as he shook his head like a disappointed father. There were no students around, leaving you to wallow in your failure in peace. Like yourself, it was highly probable that the last thing anyone wanted to do was return to the common room, though where you would go was a mystery.

“Someone ought to tell Remus,” Lily began, linking your arms together. “We’ll go to the Library or something.”

James met your eyes, softer now, though still ill at ease. “I’m so sorry,” he said, opening his mouth a few more times as if to speak further, though he did not.

“It’s okay,” you said, though you knew everyone could tell it was a lie.

You still couldn’t believe Zephyr had been in Gryffindor Tower, and that the others were walking around the castle right at this very moment. It made your skin crawl, your mind running over what you had heard two weeks ago, surrounded by the darkness of the castle in the early morning hours.

“No, It has to be her.”

Lily’s voice broke you from your trance, calm despite the circumstances, “Come on, lets go.”

She began to walk you towards the Library, Marlene hurrying alongside you, buzzing with continued anxiety.

In a moment, James rushed to catch up, calling over his shoulder to Sirius and Peter, “Go tell him for me!”

He met your eyes, unsteady behind his glasses. It was understood, at least for the present moment, what he meant by that single look. It would be even harder to shake him now: James, your new shadow. You decided that would allow it, just this once.

“What a happy Easter,” Marlene muttered, tucked away at a table between the bookshelves.

There was no one else around, your spot far from the main study areas. Your heart was beating so quickly that all you could manage to do was sit and stare at the wall, forcing yourself not to spiral even further than you already had. James was beside you like a watchdog, his wand in his hand as if someone would come from around the corner any moment, ready to attack you in your state of vulnerability.

Marlene's head fell into her hand, whispering to no one in particular, “What are they thinking?”

“There has to be a reasonable explanation,” Lily said, gnawing at her lip. “Dumbledore wouldn’t allow anyone dangerous in Hogwarts un—”

“Seems like he will,” James interrupted, his disgust with the Headmaster plainly evident.

The silence that preceded was deafening, punctuated by James’s hand tightening around his wand. You didn’t know what to say, caught up in your own internal ponderings. You agreed, at least in part, with each of them. Dumbledore might very well let someone dangerous into Hogwarts, though as Lily pointed out, he must’ve had his reasons. Still, this did little to make you feel safe, even more so considering the fact that no one thought to inform you of their return. Marlene was right, what were they thinking?

You looked at James’s profile, his head down turned towards the table. It was dark in this part of the Library, though not dark enough to conceal the frown deepening on his lips.

As if feeling your eyes, he turned to you, a resolve creased in his brows. “We’re practicing every day this week,” he said, keeping his voice low, though it did not betray his sense of will, already refuting any of your protests.

You didn’t answer, your lip pulling on one side, though he took it as you meant it: an agreement.

Moving through the shelves, Sirius and Peter came around the corner, Remus in tow. His skin was pale, almost gray, as sickly as you expected. There was an exhaustion to him, one that seemed to permeate into his bones, inescapable even with a hundred years of sleep. Instantly, Marlene stood from her chair, offering it to him. To your surprise, Remus took it, placing his hands on the tabletop to help him.

“How’re you feeling?” Lily asked.

His eyes dropped, shrugging weakly. “I’ve had worse.”

“You didn’t have to come down here,” you said, the guilt of it all beginning to wear away at you. It was bad enough they all were here, much less Remus, who should’ve been in bed getting his strength back.

“We tried to stop him,” said Sirius, his face like it always was when he looked at Remus in this state. His eyes held an insatiable longing to help, but without much he could do.

“So, the Slytherin’s are back too?” Remus whispered, ignoring the fuss.

“Seems as though,” Lily said.

“Guess they didn’t want them to miss the feast,” Peter mumbled, leaning against the shelves.

“We can’t just go on as normal, right?” Marlene began, her hands splayed out on the table in a fit of partially-controlled panic. “They’re in half of her classes for Godric’s sake.”

You shrunk away a bit, your hands wringing in your lap. You hadn’t thought about that yet, too caught up with the sight of Zephyr in the common room. With another week of no classes, you had yet to consider the fact that at least one of them was in every single one, save for Divination.

Lily hummed in thought, her bottom lip now red. “We can try to bring it up at the next Prefect’s meeting. Maybe we could ask Annabelle and Quincy what’s going on. They might actually know.”

Annabelle and Quincy were the seventh year Prefects for Slytherin. Each were fairly tame when it came to blood purity propaganda, hence their positions, though trustworthy was a whole other conversation.

“Some of the others asked as much last week,” Remus began, his throat still a bit hoarse, “but they didn’t seem to know more than anyone else, though they could’ve been lying.”

After a beat Sirius sighed, his hands coming to his hips. “All right,” he said, surveying your sullen group, “looks like we’re going out tonight.”

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With the help of the map, you avoided Zephyr and the Slytherin’s all day, giving James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter plenty of time to make up a plan. It was fairly rudimentary, simple though effective. You all gathered in the RoR late that evening, forgoing the Easter party raging in the common room. Sirius explained that they would sneak into the Slytherin dormitories to snoop around Mulciber, Wilkes, and Snape’s room in the hopes of finding some clues as to what was going on. If this proved ineffective, Sirius had some Veritaserum saved for a special occasion, much to Lily’s horror.

“That’s illegal,” she scolded. “You can’t just go around spiking people's drinks with a truth serum, you’ll be arrested.”

“Only if they find out,” Sirius said, offended at the notion he was unable to pull off such a stunt.

“McGonagall is already onto us. It’s too much of a risk to go after them now,” Lily countered.

“She’s right,” you said, staring between him and James. “Just snoop for tonight, then we’ll figure out the rest.”

Remus looked somewhat relieved when James, Sirius, and Peter nodded, though not without a great degree of disappointment. They were always eager to mess with a Slytherin, far too eager according to Lily.

“Do you know what room they’re in?” Lily asked, clearly still nervous about the whole affair.

Sirius cocked his head, waving her off. “Of course we do, we have the map.”

“This is rookie stuff,” said James, smiling in the same way he did before a quidditch match, completely sure of his own success. “I could do it in my sleep.”

“You might have to. What time is it, anyway?” Marlene said through a yawn.

“Quarter after two,” Lily answered, still far too jittery for someone who wouldn’t actually be going into the Slytherin common room. “Are we sure there isn’t another way—”

“Yes,” James and Sirius said in unison.

“Don’t worry, I’ll reign them in,” said Remus, unfolding the map. He scanned it over, his eyes darting across it as he flipped a few pages.

“Are they all there?” James asked, peeking over his shoulder.

“Mulciber and Wilkes are in the common room, but Snape is in his room.”

“Of course he is,” James mumbled.

“C’mon,” Sirius began, moving towards the door, “let’s hit it.”

Just as James was about to leave, you ran over, stopping him halfway through the door. You couldn’t speak for a moment, caught up in the sight of his eyes, a warm brown in the low light.

“You really won’t let me come?” you whispered.

When they explained the plan to you, James had made it perfectly clear he wanted you as far from the Slytherin common room as possible. You had tried to argue, but to no avail. You only hoped your begging would work in the final hour.

His brows relaxed, looking at you with far too much pity. In that moment, you wanted him to stay forever, here in the RoR, lounging amongst the old, tattered armchairs, dancing through the piles. It was a sweet dream, though they rarely, if ever, came true.

“We’ll be back soon,” he said, just loud enough for you to hear. “Stay here and wait for me.”

You nodded, your chest aching as he turned to leave. I’m always waiting for you.

An hour later, the door to the RoR burst open, slamming closed as the four boys threw themselves inside. Peter leaned against it, wheezing as he caught it breath. Remus wasn’t fairing much better, his hands to his knees with his head hung. You, Lily, and Marlene popped up from your chairs, rushing towards them.

“What happened?” Marlene asked, her voice high pitched and hurried.

“Filch,” Sirius answered.

“The bloody cat tried to kill me,” Peter said, looking as if he had seen a troll.

You went over to James, who had tossed the cloak onto the floor, frantically feeling around the pockets of his jeans. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer, glancing between Remus and Sirius in a frenzy. “Does one of you have the map?”

They all felt around in their pockets, coming up empty.

“Who had it?” James continued, his eyes narrowed.

Remus shook his head. “I didn’t.”

“Neither did I,” Peter said quickly, more frightened than you had ever seen him before.

James’s cheeks began to grow red, his jaw tight as he stared at Sirius.

“I didn’t have it,” Sirius scoffed, motioning to Remus and Peter. “Must’ve been one of you—”

“Okay, let’s calm down a minute,” Remus said, though his efforts were in vain.

Sirius took a step towards James with a scowl. He looked like a kettle ready to whistle, the steam just about shooting from his ears. “Maybe you had it.”

“Keep it down,” Lily hushed. “It doesn’t matter who dropped it. Let’s just retrace your steps—”

“I know it wasn’t me,” James said, his eyes piercing as they stared back into Sirius’s.

“Well, I know it wasn’t me,” Sirius gritted.

“Stop it,” you said, trying to force your voice to take on some form of authority, though it did little. James’s eyes were still fixed upon Sirius, who had crossed his arms in defiance.

The only sound was Sirius and James’s short, angry breaths, cutting through the RoR like knives. Peter swallowed, his gaze down towards the floor.

Remus rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, his sigh breaking up some of the festering rage slowly permeating every corner of the room. “C’mon, lets just look for it.”

James turned away, a hand hanging off the neck of his shirt.

“Did you find anything?” Lily asked softly.

“No,” Sirius answered. “Mulciber and Wilkes didn’t say anything, and Snive— Snape was doing homework.”

James looked between Lily and Marlene, soon settling on you. He dropped his hand, his hardened face relaxing just a fraction. “We’ll walk you guys back, there’s no use staying up while we look for it.”

“We’ll help,” you said, knowing it was folly to think James would let you wander around the castle at night given what had occurred over the past twelve hours.

“You shouldn’t be out now, not without the map,” he said, moving to the door.

Lily gave you a look, telling you it was better not to argue, and for once you agreed.

“We can go alone. It’s only just down the corridor,” Lily said.

To your surprise James nodded, his shoulders still tensed as you parted ways, casting another glance in your direction before he disappeared into the shadows. An awful feeling brewed deep inside of you, churning in the pit of your stomach. Even as your mind raced, you didn’t miss the look Marlene gave you, her brows raised in an acknowledgment of what she surely thought was an expression of James’s supposed love. You rolled your eyes, turning away with a sigh and very warm cheeks.

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When you woke up Monday morning, you knew you had to speak with Mary. She had already been made aware that you and James made up, though it didn’t take a genius to see you two spending time together again after your stint of separation. You were sure she must have heard of Zephyr’s return, meaning Mulciber was back as well. Once a target of his malice, Mary had every right to be updated on what was happening.

You saw her tucked away by the bookshelves in the common room, surrounded by her sixth year friends. Leaving Lily and Marlene, you went over alone, hoping she was faring well despite the circumstances.

“Hey, Mary,” you said with a measly smile. “Could we talk?”

“Sure,” she said, excusing herself before you led her towards the girl’s dormitories. You went up to your room, the only place safe enough to discuss the matter at hand.

“I’m sure you’ve heard Zephyr’s back,” you began. “We went to McGonagall yesterday. They all are, apparently.”

Mary nodded, moving to sit on Dorcas’s bed. “I figured.”

You sat across from her on Marlene’s, your hands fiddling in your lap. “She wouldn’t tell us anything, only that they weren’t a problem and we should leave them alone. James asked to speak with Dumbledore, but I doubt that will happen. I don’t know why they let them come back, or where they were to begin with.”

“Do you think she’s right?” Mary asked, her eyes searching yours in a mild desperation, wanting for answers you didn’t have.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. You couldn’t lie to her, even if you wanted to. “James is trying to teach me how to duel. You can join us, if you’d like.”

“That's okay, they haven’t bothered me in a while. I think they might’ve forgotten I existed,” she laughed, though it was heavy, lacking any humor. “Thanks, though.”

“If we find out anything, I’ll tell you right away. Last night they went snooping in the Slytherin dormitory, but they didn’t find anything.”

Mary perked up a bit, her smile a bit more genuine. “Did they at least prank them?”

“No, we stopped them,” you said, mirroring her expression despite the hellacious nature of it all. “McGonagall warned us about doing something to them. It’s no use getting in trouble when it won’t do us much good in the end.”

“Still, it would’ve been nice.”

You shook your head, standing up to walk Mary back down. “Dorcas is rubbing off on you.”

Lily and Marlene were waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, the latters arms crossed as she leaned against the wall, scanning the common room. Mary went back to sit with her friends, still as uneasy as when you found her.

“He’s not here,” Lily said, glancing over at Marlene, “but she’s on the prowl.”

Marlene sneered as she continued to survey the room like a cat ready to pounce. “Without Dorcas around, someone has to step up. Let’s just hope the ghoul stays where he is.”

“Have you seen the guys?” you asked Lily.

“No,” she said.

Marlene kicked off the wall, rolling her eyes. “This is ridiculous. Yesterday, James was in a fucking twist over you being alone—”

“They’re probably out looking for it,” you said, cutting her off from bringing attention to James’s newfound fear for your safety. Warily, you glanced at Lily, though her expression was unreadable, lost in thought. You hoped she hadn’t put much weight in Marlene’s comment, which you would be chastising her for later.

Not unlike the previous evening, Sirius, Remus, and Peter all rushed into the common room like a stampede, creating a great deal of commotion for just three people. Sirius’s long hair was in his eyes, Peter pushing him to the side as he tripped over his own feet. Remus watched the two in their struggle, though he was in quite a state himself, stepping around the frenzy to free his legs.

“Black!” Lily called.

They all turned to look at the three of you, their eyes widening. Sirius sprinted over, pushing himself between you and Marlene.

“He’s with Dumbledore!” he whispered, completely frantic. Peter and Remus came up behind him, joining your small huddle.

You tried to think of the reason McGonagall would suddenly change her mind. She wasn’t the type of person to go back on her answers, especially when it was “no.”

Lily’s brows furrowed, likely with the same thought. “James?”

“Who else?” Sirius said.

“When did he go up there?” Lily asked, ignoring his sarcasm.

“A half an hour ago,” Remus said, his voice hushed. “We were waiting for him to come back out by the stairs, but it's taking so long we went to the common room to see if you were here.”

“Wait, why didn’t one of you stay by the entrance in case he came out?” you said, your eyes darting between them.

They looked at each other as well, all considering what you had said with varying degrees of realization.

“Ugh…” Sirius began, “we didn’t think of that.”

“You never found it?” Marlene asked, moving on to more important matters.

“Filch has to have it, we just can’t figure out where,” Remus said.

“He’s getting better at hiding stuff,” said Peter, his mouth pulled to one side.

“Sir Nicolas found us coming back from searching his office this morning. He’s the one that told us Dumbledore wanted to speak with James,” Remus continued.

“Where's the cloak?” you whispered, noting the fact that none of them were carrying the rather large piece of shimmering fabric.

“My pockets are charmed,” Sirius began, “but we don’t have time for this, we have to go.”

“He’s not torturing him,” Marlene said, though it didn’t matter. You all dashed back to the portrait hole, not bothering to notice all your classmates watching your odd group as you left.

You took the seventh floor shortcut to the grand staircase, popping out at the first floor. You went up another story, making the long trek over to the west side of the castle. Students watched as you all bolted past, skidding around corners until you finally made it to the long, vacant corridor.

Remus stopped walking when he saw what was ahead, or rather what wasn’t ahead.

“Where is it?” you said, running down the corridor towards where the golden gargoyle once stood. Now it was only a blank wall, devoid of any indication this had once been the entrance to the Headmaster’s office.

“We were just here,” Peter said, walking up beside you.

“Where the fuck did it go?” Sirius cried, throwing his hands against the wall. He pressed into it, feeling around the edges of the stone, though nothing occurred.

“Does it change location?” Lily asked.

Remus hummed, still staring at Sirius’s futile search. “It never has before, at least in my experience.”

Sirius gave it a hearty kick, spinning around with exacerbated huff. “Of course the bloody office has to move now.”

“Maybe we have the wrong floor,” Peter said.

“We don’t have the wrong floor,” Sirius droned, beginning to walk aimlessly in circles.

“It was just a suggestion,” Peter said, growing short with Sirius, who had thus far done little to conceal his annoyance. “You’re just kicking the wall!”

“You’re a real fucking git sometimes, Wormtail—”

“Shut it,” Lily said, her eyes narrowed at both of them. “Let’s regroup. Obviously there has to be another entrance, so we should just look for it. Marlene can cover the ground floor, Remus first, Peter third, Sirius fourth and fifth, and Y/N and I sixth and seventh.”

“Why am I with you?” you asked.

“You know why,” Lily sighed. “We can’t have you running around alone, especially now.”

“I can’t avoid them forever. We have classes in a week, and Zephyr is in our house. I’ll have to face them eventually.”

Lily pursed her lips, hesitant despite your newfound confidence. “I still think you ought to—”

“Lily,” you said, reaching in your pocket to pull out your wand. You held it in your hand, remembering for the first time in a while that you were a Gryffindor. She’s practically useless without someone there to protect her. “I’ll be all right.”

Her eyes darted away as she thought, drifting warily down to your wand. After a moment, she looked back up at you with a single nod. “You take seventh, then.”

You met her eyes, giving her a small smile of thanks before you all began back down the corridor towards the west wing staircase.

“What do we do if we find it, or James?” Marlene asked.

“We can meet back up on this floor if you don’t find it, or if you find James,” Remus began, “but if you find the entrance and James isn’t there, stay where you are.”

“Bossy today,” Sirius mumbled, though Remus paid him no attention.

You left Lily on the sixth floor platform, running up another story and down the wing before taking a left towards the tower. The gargoyle was just as you remembered it, imposing where it stood at the end of the corridor. With a great deal of relief you ran up to it, though the wall behind it was closed with no sign of James. You paced before it, trying to remember the password McGonagall had said a few weeks ago, though you knew it’d be a longshot.

“Chocolate cake, chocolate eclair…candy corn?” You shook your head, side-eyeing the gargoyle as its gaze seemed to follow you. You turned away, your fists balling as you racked your brain. “Cherry! It was something cherry, right?” In your excitement you turned to the gargoyle again, though you were only met with its stony face, its mouth resting in a way that seemed to mock your attempts. You continued in your efforts, your feet clicking against the stone floor, “Cherry cobbler, cherry galette? No, cherry clafoutis!”

You jumped back as the gargoyle took a step out of the way, the wall moving open. You were grinning proudly, ready to stride up to the spiral staircase before it began to shift. Fearing Dumbledore himself would walk down to meet you, questioning why you had attempted to break into his office, you whipped around, ready to escape back into the west wing before James shouted your name behind you.

“Godric!” you yelped, freezing as your hand came to your chest. After your momentary shock, you rushed back towards him, nearly running straight into his chest. “We’ve been looking for you, but the entrance moved—”

“Are we on the seventh floor?” James said, looking around. “And why are you out alone?”

“We are,” you began, “and I am perfectly capable of being out alone. We should go, though, the others are probably waiting for us by now.”

You went to leave, though he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back. “Wait, he gave me something,” he said, holding out in his other hand a chocolate egg, decorated in multicolored foil.

“An Easter egg?”

James unwrapped it, balling up the foil and shoving it into his pocket before cracking it open. He broke off a few pieces, a small scrap of pink parchment falling onto the floor. You picked it up as he popped a piece of chocolate in his mouth, peering over your shoulder as you went to read it.

You are cordially invited to afternoon tea at Frank and Alice Longbottom’s, 749 Mandrake Lane, Upper Topton, on Sunday, 2nd of July at precisely four o’clock. You are encouraged to bring your closest companions. We hope to see you there.

“Seven forty-nine Mandrake Lane, Upper Topton, the second of July, four o’clock” James said, saying it for a second time, and then a third.

You turned to look at him, watching as he mumbled the same phrase around his thumb to lick some chocolate off. “Why are you repeating it?”

“I’d put five galleons on it disappearing,” he said, watching the parchment.

Just as he predicted, the words slowly faded, the parchment blank in a matter of seconds.

“Seven forty-nine Mandrake Lane, Upper Topton, the second of July, four o’clock,” he muttered, his eyes darting to yours. “Remember it?”

“Seven forty-nine Mandrake Lane, Upper Topton, the second of July, four o’clock” you said, your brows furrowing.

You remembered quite vividly McGonagall’s complete dismissal of his request to speak with the Headmaster, though it seemed as though she had nothing to do with it, given the fact that Nick had brought him here. Then, he comes back with a message in vanishing ink from your Headmaster, one which appeared to be a simple invite to a friendly catching-up-over-afternoon-tea.

You handed him back the paper which was now largely useless, save for proof that any of it had happened.

“Frank and Alice, didn’t they graduate a while ago?” you asked.

“Yeah, I went to their wedding. My parents are old friends with Frank’s.”

Your palms were beginning to sweat, wondering what your Headmaster would have to do with two former students. “Do you have any idea what this is about?”

James leaned in closer, his breath falling against your cheek. “I think so, but I can’t tell you here.”

“RoR?”

He nodded, following you down the corridor towards the staircase.

“They’re waiting on the second floor. We checked every one for the entrance,” you explained.

He chuckled, shaking his head as you descended the stairs. “I didn’t know it moved, but so does everything in this castle.”

When you all got to the RoR, James explained what had happened with Dumbledore, relaying the note in full. What Dumbledore had actually said to him out loud amounted to very little in the long run. He had warned James not to do something that would cost him his spot as Head Boy, going on a bit about his father when he was a student before wishing him a happy Easter, handing him the egg and sending him on his way.

When he finished, James was just about the only one who didn’t look as if their brains had been scrambled to bits.

“Do you have any cigarettes on you?” you asked Sirius, suddenly feeling twitchy and in want of something to do with your hands.

He stared at you for a moment with pursed lips, grumbling as he rummaged around in his back pocket. Without a word he tossed you the pack, sighing as you took one out and lit it.

Lily’s foot was tapping on the floor, her eyes far off. “What do Frank and Alice have to do with us? They graduated when we were second years,” she paused, her eyes bouncing from person to person. “Were any of you close with either of them?”

“Not really, but my parents know Frank’s,” James answered. “But they’re both Aurors, bloody good ones at that. You know the rumors about people working on the outside, going behind Minchum and Crouch. After this, I’d bet they’re one of them.” James held up the slip of parchment, folded neatly back up into a square.

“What about Dumbledore? Do you think he’s,” you faltered, the implications too serious to say out loud.

“Probably,” James said, his gaze unwavering.

When you thought about it some more, it didn’t seem too far off that he would be involved in such an endeavor. You weren’t sure what he thought of Minchum, though the current Minister for Magic wasn’t exactly popular at the moment. Someone like Dumbledore might very well think he wasn’t doing enough to snuff out the Death Eaters, as was the general consensus.

James didn’t speak for a moment, staring into your eyes. “What’re you thinking?”

“I have no clue,” you said, reeling with the influx of information as you took another long drag.

“Well, I’m coming,” said Sirius, seeming to grow tired of all the talk. “If it’s just a tea party, we can leave early.”

“How can we be sure that's what this is all about?” Lily said, staring at Sirius and James as if they were mad. “What if it’s some sort of trap? You said they were Aurors, for Godric’s sake.”

“It’s Dumbledore,” James said, throwing up a hand, “why would he send us into a trap?”

Remus ran his tongue over his teeth, letting out a long breath. “I’m in.”

“Me too,” Marlene said, standing just a little taller than before.

You turned to James, trying to take in some of his tenacity. “I’ll be there.”

He smiled, just enough to tell you he was proud. You hated the way you glowed, light under his gaze.

“I guess I will, too,” Lily sighed, crossing her arms as she shot a dissatisfied look around the room. “But if it’s a trap, I’m going to be really cross with all of you.”

“It’s not a trap—” Sirius went on.

You turned around, chuckling at their bickering as you flicked some ash into a vase. As you did, you were suddenly struck with something you had completely forgotten about during the chaos, spinning back around with wide eyes.

“It’s your birthday!”

James shrugged, not at all bothered that at least you, Lily, and Marlene had neglected to say anything about it to him. “We have bigger problems than my birthday. We can do something when—”

“Absolutely not,” Lily said, turning to the others in shock. While wizards did not tend to place a significant amount of emphasis on the celebration, Lily still took it rather seriously. “Did you remember?”

“Of course we did,” Sirius scoffed. Remus nodded at the statement, running a hand through his hair.

“I have a gift for you and everything,” you said, frazzled as you remembered it, already wrapped underneath your bed.

James looked surprised, though that was to be expected. You had never gotten him a gift before, nor had you told anyone else you were doing so this year. It served the dual purpose of acting as a thank you for his help improving your dueling skills. Your face felt warm from the embarrassment of having made your unintended announcement, as you had hoped to keep the matter between you and James, at least for the time being.

“You did?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said sheepishly, wishing you could sink into the floor. “You’ve been helping me out a lot lately and…”

“We’ll give you your presents tonight,” Lily said, walking to the door. “Would you like a cake or something else?”

On everyone's birthday, Lily always went down to the kitchens to politely request a dessert of their choice. She had done it for you, Dorcas, and Marlene since first year, staring with the others when she and James began to date. There was no use in trying to stop her, or do it yourself, so it was best to comply.

“I don’t want anything,” James said, though Lily was having none of it.

“He’d like a chocolate cake,” Sirius answered for him.

“That’s your favorite,” Marlene drawled, raising her brows.

Lily was still staring at James, waiting for his answer. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll ask for what you got last year.”

James sighed, his head tilting to the side as he thought. “Well, you can’t get me the treacle tart, it’s never as good as my mums.”

“No treacle tart is as good as your mums,” Sirius said, gazing longingly into the distance as if dreaming of Euphemia’s deserts.

“Just get me chocolate,” James said, laughing as Sirius made a show of delight. “Thanks, Lily.”

“My pleasure,” she said, slipping out the door.

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“Happy birthday dear James, happy birthday to you!”

You all gathered around James in the kitchen, his chocolate cake sitting in front of him at the table. The candles illuminated his face, flickering in the reflection of his glasses. Isby had thrown another fit when you all came down for dinner, since James insisted he would not have his cake without you, though she was eventually swayed.

“C’mon, mate, make your wish already,” Sirius said, antsy as he eyed the cake.

Marlene scowled, hitting him on the arm. “You’re always such a piece of work.”

James laughed, his eyes bright as they danced from Sirius to Peter, who was snickering at the argument. They met yours briefly, warm as honey before he closed them, blowing out his candles.

“Don’t ask me what I wished for, because I won’t tell you,” he said rather seriously.

“What a bore,” Marlene drawled.

Lily shook her head, cutting the cake and giving the first slice to James, despite the fact Sirius had been holding out his hand for the plate.

“Calm down,” she said, cutting another, “you’ll get yours eventually.”

As a present to yourself, you let your eyes linger on James, teasing Sirius as he took a bite. It was almost two years since you became friends, a year and a half since you started to grow nervous around him, and a month since you admitted to yourself that you loved him. You hoped that cards were right, though it was already starting to feel like they were. You had followed your heart, and now you were collaborating, seeking out the help of others…you would just have to wait and see what came next.

Chapter Eighteen

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