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doctorhouse5343 · 8 months ago

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Safe In Your Love (there isn't a tempest I can't take) Chapter 2

"Well aren't you a pretty sight, did you wake up electrocuted or did you decide to experiment with a can of hairspray? Either way, you should totally go out like this with your 'partner', it would make great photos" Corin chuckled as he looked at the mess that was his best friend's hair, he then went on further as he poured himself a glass of orange juice "Should I call the goblins and tell them that I found their king here or should I just get a masquerade-ball started?".

Hobo Heart muttered an incoherent answer as a response to his friend's teasing, taking a sip of his coffee as his overly cheerful and happy buddy sat down at the table across him, a huge grin on his face. "Soooo, did you have any fun at that gathering? Did any of Desire's siblings make that little heart of yours go pitter patter? C'mon, I need all the details!" The blonde's smile was wide as he rested his chin in the palm of his hands, attention focused on the librarian's facial expressions though was left disappointed by his reply "It was nice, I had a good time but no one really caught my attention like that...None of the elder siblings are really my type : Destiny is nice and all but I don't think he would stick by my side during a situation if there was any encyclopedias involved, which I could hardly blame him for. Death is really fun and easy going but I am not as friendly as she is, if she were to drag me in any social setting I'd try to run immediately. And yes Corin, I am also never going to see myself with Destruction for almost the same reason that I gave for his sister, the potential of being carried around won't sway me" The last sentence brought a pout of the well-dressed male, who felt like his friend was being a stick in the mud and could use a little push.

"Look, I'm not saying that you should marry one of them on the spot, I am just saying that keeping your eyes and your heart open won't do you any harm, besides you could use some butterflies instead of the fake heartbeat that those weird realistic heart plushies that you like so much provide you with...Think about it, alright? Not every guy out there is like the twat you dedicated your time to" After giving him that sage advice, his best friend went out of the house with the intention of ;finally; asking his crush out and promising to text him all the details later in the evening.

Hobo Heart soon let out a tired yawn as he went to take a shower, putting some death metal to fill up the silence of the flat, allowing him to relax as he found himself wondering about Dream Murphy and his husband Robert 'Hob' Gadling , the couple that prompted Desire in getting a fake relationship though he still didn't understand why he was chosen out of all people : sure his appearance was out of the norm, it certainly didn't match his job but other than that he was quite ordinary in comparison to the beautiful successful writer and his handsome lover. An annoyed sigh left his lips as he caught himself thinking about their first meeting again, oh what he would give to be able to have another lovely conversation with Mr. Gadling while sneaking glances at the ever so lovely Mr. Murphy...No, he had to stop letting his thoughts wander off again, he had things to do and now was not the time so he shook himself up (both mentally and physically) and turned on the shower to wash himself.

He screamed along to his favorite songs, letting his feelings out before eventually getting out to dry himself off, feeling more refreshed and calm as he put on a knitted sweater that had little skulls over them with a pair of jeans and his white hair tied up in a loose bun to complete the look. Since he had a lot of time on his hands, he decided to lie on the couch with his favorite book The Throne Of Bones, written by Brian McNaughton. He was just about to read the story of Ringard and Dendra until the sound of his cell-phone ringing interrupted his attempt, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he took the call "Hello, you have reached the phone of Hobo Heart. If you have any inquiries about the 'Fiddler's Green' library call there at another time, we are currently closed. If that isn't why you called, please start stating your reason quickly before I hand up on you" The words were rather harsh in comparison to the ones he'd normally use but the librarian didn't like to be disturbed during his reading time so the person on the other line had to be quick with their reply.

"Oh my, someone woke up grumpy, or is that your usual greeting? I assume not many call you at this time of the day" Desire's voice replied to his bad mood with amusement, making him feel bad as he sighed "Sorry about that, how are you doing?" The question made the blonde smile at the end of the line as they were lying on the couch in a cat like manner, smirking a bit as they answered "I just got off a call with my beloved brother Dream, I am sure you remember him". The teasing in their tone brought another sigh out of Hobo Heart, who then pinched the bridge of his nose as the red-lipped beauty continued to speak "Apparently you have made such a good impression at the family gathering yesterday that my brother and his husband want to invite the both of us for dinner at their humble abode, I believe my sweet nephews will be present there as well…Don't worry, I took the liberty to say yes on your behalf so you can feel free to thank me later. Afterall, you have mentioned yourself that the library is currently closed at this time so why spend the whole day cooped up indoors when you can spend it in lovely company? I will pick you up in an hour or two so in the meantime do take the time to unclench your jaw and relax your stiff shoulders, I can feel the tension radiating off you from a mile" With those kind words Desire hung up with a delighted smile, grinning at their twin while the librarian glared at his cell-phone before sighing and resuming his reading while trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the mere mention of the beautiful raven haired writer whose beauty occupied his dreams.

"Do you think that they are driving safely? What if they get themselves caught in very bad traffic?" His husband's worry brought a chuckle out of the writer's peony lips as his finger tenderly stroked the stubble covering the university professor's handsomely tanned cheeks "Fret not my heart, I am certain that the both of them are going to make an entrance soon. My sibling has many fault but bad driving is not one of them" His soft words eased the male's worries as he went back to peeling some potatoes for the meal that he was planning for their guests. "I know that there's no point in worrying but I can't help it, Dream : there's so many things that could go wrong! I mean, when's the last time that we ever cooked for a date of one of your siblings? I really want to do something great, to properly welcome him into our family, I just…" He sighed, shaking his head a bit "I know it's silly but I really want him to like me, to like us". Hob leaned into his husband's warm embrace as he felt the ravenette's slender arms wrap around his waist, the soft kisses pressed against his neck bringing a few giggles out of him as he felt himself calm down at last. A knock at the door made the two of them look at eachother with a smile before the pair went to let their guests inside, greetings soon exchanged as Desire stepped inside with their usual signature red-lipped smile while Hobo Heart gave a shy 'thank you' in response to the university teacher helping him put his coat onto the rack located next to the door for convenience. The kind brown haired man soon tried to do everything in his power to put the younger male at ease, pouring him a glass of orange juice and letting him know that if he needed anything, he and his husband were in the kitchen and just a holler away in case of an emergency before going back to making the extra cheesy potato and dill gratin that was going to be their meal.

Desire chuckled at the white haired male's awkwardness as they sat him down in the sofa, squeezing his hand to reassure him that everything was going to be alright when two boys ran in the living room "Auncle Desire!!" One of the boys exclaimed excitedly as he was soon pulled into a hug, the blonde chuckling in delight "Robyn, look at you! You have gotten taller than the last time I saw you! Orpheus, you as well!" The boy named Orpheus gave a shy nod in reply as his eyes were focused on Hobo Heart, making the other boy look at Desire in questioning. "Heart, these two lovely boys are my nephews. Robyn, Orpheus, this is my boyfriend Hobo Heart" The minute the introductions were made, the energetic Robyn to ask him many questions about his job, his interests and his favorite food, eventually Orpheus joined. In no time at all the three were having a good laugh or two, the boys liking the boyfriend of their auncle very much already "This is the first time that I ever saw Orpheus come out of this shell this quickly, you really are good with children" Hob's smiling face made the white haired male's heart leap out of his throat when he lifted his head to see who spoke, eyes wide as he took in the gorgeous sight before him : the hot teacher was wearing a pink apron that only added to his already good looks, making his knees weak as he tried to hold his ground. But things got more difficult when the brown eyed professor's husband wrapped his arms around the man, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek as he gave the librarian a sinfully seductive look before saying, as if he didn't just lit up a spark in the younger male's heart "Come my love, we wouldn't want to let our guest go hungry" The word in that hot mouth of his turned Hobo Heart's knees into jelly as he did all in his power to stay calm. The writer gave him a teasing smirk as he returned to the kitchen with his partner, all the while showing off his cute cat themed apron in a way that left his guest breathless.

Soon dinner was served and the librarian finally had calmed himself, having recovered from the whiplash of feelings that he wasn't all too familiar with. While he was enjoying his food, it became clear to him that Dream wasn't done with his merciless teasing just yet : every bite that the raven haired male took was punctuated with eyes rolling back in pleasure, seductive looks delivered as pleased hums left those perfect lips during the entirety of the meal while his partner was being his usual bubbly self. It reached a point where the minute that everyone was finished, the librarian immediately offered to help Hob with the dishes, leaving the writer and his sibling alone in the dinning room "Polite, generous and eager to help..Desire, I must say that I had my doubts when you first brought him in but now I see how wrong I was" The words brought a smug smile to the blonde's lips, which quickly faded as their brother went on "But be that is it may, you must be aware of the fact that a gentle heart such as his is not one meant to be played with until you grow bored. You are meant to cherish it, to keep safe and nurtured as long as you live. If you are not careful and discard him so carelessly", Desire stared at the ravenette as he got off his chair, circling them as he went on, "another who can see his worth will swoop him right under your nose, giving him all that he could ever need and render your cold, unfeeling touch a mere memory".

Desire narrowed their golden eyes at their brother, giving him a tight-lipped smile "Is that meant to be a threat, dear brother of mine? You could do so much better than that…It seems that you have lost your touch" The tone that they used was confident but underneath that bravado they were rather nervous, recoiling in their chair as the ravenette shook his head with a smile. "Not threat, no. I am simply reminding you that the boy whose heart you captured is not a doll" Dream soon leaned in as he whispered, grinning all the while "Heed my warning, my dear sibling" He then pulled away just as his husband walked into the room with their guest, who still couldn't look him in the eyes without becoming flustered. "I think he should go home and rest, he looks like he's running a temperature" The teacher said with a worried look on his face as Desire immediately agreed and, after everyone bid their goodbyes, drove the skull-faced male back to his place.

The first thing that Hobo Heart did was take a cold shower as a desperate attempt to wake himself up from what felt like one of his weird dreams before going to his room to get some much needed sleep. At first it was working, he felt himself drifting off quickly but soon his thoughts went to the university professor, the apron that he was wearing, his kind smile...The white haired male shook his head vigorously as he placed his head on the colder side of his pillow to get back into a dreamless sleep but soon the handsome goth took over his mind, everything about him making his knees weak as his eyes shot open as he shook at the sudden revelation : He was in love with the both of them. The realization left him shaking as he sent his best friend Corin a simple text that said : Fuck, I'm in love😭😰

#safe in your love au #spooky throuple #dreamlingheart #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman fanfiction #writer!dream x professor hob x librarian!hobo heart #dream x hob x hobo heart #hobo heart #the corinthian

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typingatlightspeed · 1 year ago

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@dizzyahellfire replied: I just want you to know I'm a huge fan of your work on MI on AO3. I'm the same person with a similar name. I'm interested in seeing engineer with Pyro outside of MI. Be it flirting, petting, or just being adorable in general. I'm a a sucker for Texas toast.

TF2 Fanfic - Thunder

When an oncoming storm makes it too dark to work or craft, Engineer takes Pyro out to see the untamed beauty of nature firsthand. Some fluff! I hope you like it, Dizzy! I went with the adorable in general option, lol. Inspired by a bigass storm that rolled in right as I sat down at my laptop to start drumming up ideas. It was so dark in the apartment, and it got the ball rolling. :D

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"Holy shit it's so dark," Pyro mused, looking up from the clay figures he'd been making upon realizing he'd been squinting in progressively lower and lower light. A glance at the clock on the wall shocked him. "It's only one-thirty!"

Engineer chuckled at that and cast a look out the window, where the gathering clouds had long since blotted out the sun, shades of charcoal grey covering the sky as far as he could see. The wind had begun picking up, sweeping across the desert and kicking up dust clouds from the dry, cracked earth. Those wouldn't last long, he thought, as the sky seemed fairly pregnant with rain, fit to burst. "Storm's rollin' in, looks like. Good thing, too. We need this rain."

"We always need rain," Pyro replied, sitting up and giggling a bit at the other man's middle-aged commentary. "We live in a desert, silly. Well. Work in one."

"We live here too, just not full time," Engineer offered with a noncommittal shrug. He tapped his pencil's eraser on the drafting table at which he sat, and reached up to turn on the lamp that was clamped to one side. A heavy growl of thunder rumbled in the middle distance, and he tried to remember when the last time he'd done preventative maintenance on the emergency generator was.

"It's home to me. 'Cause you're here." Pyro pressed his gloved hands flat to the floor and pushed his backside up into the air as he unfolded his legs to stand, then straightened up. He stretched backward, arching his back, working the stiffness out of his lower back. He'd been hunched over that clay for longer than he'd thought. "You think the power's gonna hold?"

"Just what I was wonderin', Darlin." Engineer tapped his pencil a few more times before setting it down. He wasn't getting any more drafting done for a while, it seemed. "Maybe I should go head out to the generator shed 'n' double-check 'er 'fore this rain hits." As if to spite him, the moment he'd finished his sentence, Engineer's plan was quickly dashed as the storm broke and the clouds let loose their payload, a deluge of heavy rain pouring down on the desert below. The sound on the old, metal roof of the BLU base was a cacophony, nearly drowning out the rapidly approaching thunder, which grew louder with each consecutive boom. "Welp, nevermind that, I s'pose."

Pyro giggled at that, trundling over to wrap his arms around Engineer's shoulders. "Absolutely. You're staying right here." He tugged his mask up and pressed a kiss to the his temple. "With me."

"Well shoot, I can think of nicer things to do in a thunderstorm than just sit around the workshop. Come on, Darlin'." Hopping off of his stool, Engineer took Pyro by the hand and led him down the hall, out to the side door of the base, to a concrete porch which sat under a cement overhang, shielding them from the downpour. He took a seat against the exterior wall and motioned for Pyro to sit beside him, which the firebug gladly obliged.

The smell of petrichor hung heavily in the air, a metallic scent that almost had a flavour to it. The brutal heat of the desert was drowned in cool humidity, the rain falling in such heavy, fat drops that they pooled and flooded out every flat surface, the soil too dry, too unaccustomed to the concept of moisture to even think to try and absorb it. The sky was so dark it looked like twilight outside, and the rumble of thunder grew louder still. Pyro pulled his mask all of the way off and took a deep breath, relishing the breeze on his face.

"When I was a boy, whenever there was a thunder storm, me and my granddaddy would sit on the porch and watch the storm roll in," Engineer mused, wrapping his arm around Pyro. "See the lightnin' leap from cloud to cloud, hear the thunder growlin' like a bear in the distance. Then when it got real close, it'd crack so loud, you could feel it in your chest like a punch to the sternum."

The thunder's rumbling turned into roars, and both men could tell the worst of it was approaching. Occasional gusts brought rain to spatter them, but they stayed mostly dry in their little alcove.

Pyro leaned into Engineer, smiling wide. "You never told me that."

"I'm tellin' you now," Engineer replied softly, gently, reaching to scratch at the nape of Pyro's neck.

"Yeah, but you don't talk much about your childhood."

"Weren't a whole lot of it that was good. When you're born with a legacy weighin' you down, there ain't much time for makin' happy memories 'n' gettin' all wistful."

"But your granddaddy made time to watch the storms with you."

Engineer pointed to the sky, lightning beginning to shock between clouds, short purple streaks flashing amid the grey. Pyro giggled excitedly to see it. "That he did. Said he used to watch storms with his mama when he was a boy. On top of that, he wanted to make sure I understood that no matter how much we tame nature, it's still wild 'n' beautiful 'n' more powerful'n we can comprehend. Put the awe of it into me."

"Sort of like fire, that way." Pyro tilted up to press a kiss to Engineer's jaw, lips on stubble.

"I s'pose so." Engineer smiled.

An easy silence fell between them, the patter of the rain and grumbling of thunder soothing both men as they relaxed on the porch, arms around one another. Pyro pressed himself against the shorter man's side so hard he might as well meld into him, half-laying on him, and Engineer couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be.

When lightning streaked out of the sky to strike the ground a ways off, both men let out a quiet, "ooh," at the sight. They broke into grins at their mutual reaction, only to be cowed a bit when the thunder crashed a moment later. They returned to placidly watching the storm, another bolt of lightning in the distance gaining another soft sound of appreciation from Engineer.

Pyro began to shake with gentle laughter.

"What's got you gigglin'?"

"You."

"Me? What for?"

"Mr. Practical Problems over here. Sure, okay."

Engineer lifted an eyebrow, a bit confused by the sudden almost-insult. "And what d'you mean by that?"

"When that guy interviewed you, you said you weren't the guy to answer questions like, 'what is beauty?' And yet here you are, taking me by the hand and leading me out here to bask in the raw power of nature, holding each other in awe of it. Told me a story about one of the rare nice things about your childhood. But you can't answer, 'what is beauty?' Yeah, sure, maybe not with words," Pyro explained, waving the arm not currently squeezing his lover close to him as he spoke, gesticulating vaguely. He looked to Engineer, smiling up at him in a way that made the other man's heart melt. "Instead, you just show me."

"Aw, shoot." Engineer hugged Pyro close, dipping down to kiss him. Their soft, giddy laughter puffed between them even as their lips parted and tongues began to tangle. Until a particularly close bolt of lightning and near-immediate peal of thunder startled them out of it.

Pyro looked to the now-burning post of the perimeter fence that had been struck and back to Engineer. "Should we...?"

"Yeah, we should probably git inside, that's too close even for me."

#TF2 Fanfic #Team Fortress 2 #TF2 Texas Toast #TF2 Engineer #TF2 Pyro

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theshamurai95 · 7 months ago

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Hey, folks, I came back with the milk.

Kinda had a long hiatus. Short version: Moved out of my shitty trailer to a far less shitty shed (still a trailer in spirit ngl, but it's doing it for me). Then I graduated college (Yay!) and immediately tried for a second degree and failed (No!) But it led me to another primary career plan I really like and suck at less (Yay?).

Oh, also I'm taking a sabbatical from school this summer to finish my short story collection manuscripts. I calculated it and if I can write and edit as though it's a 9-5 job over the next few months, I should have plenty of material to at least get that ball rollin.

So yeah, things are going down here. Hoping this fucking hurricane season doesn't sweep me up, I'm just now getting my feet back under me.

P.S. Oh! I forgot, Warhammer! I now have two armies! Been loving it, playing Custodes and Imperial Guard. I also plan to include some female Stodes soon given the new lore, that kitbash is gonna be fun!

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francoitaliano · 9 months ago

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We gotta start kickin' it into gear, man! I know, I know, I know they got school but I wanna get somethin' goin' for spring break! We gotta get some documents drawn up or somethin' 'cause I've got a laundry list of things that need to be done if we wanna get this ball up and rollin', you know?

We ain't doin' nothin' different, its just legalities and paperwork since they're underage but I think we're on the same page, you know? I wanna market them the same way as I'm doin' the other guys. Look, as far as I'm concerned they're all twenty-five years old! We're not gonna go to no magazines or whatever, you know, Teen Beat or whatever it's called. We agree on that. Haha! I wanna get 'em on TV or somethin'! Or you know what? Get a coupla shows lined up, get somebody out here and do a live, you know, video? I think it'd be phenomenal.

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sserieshq · 10 months ago

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Greetings tag lurkers! We hope everyone is having a great start to their New Year and also are excited to see what amazing things we can do within the wrestling community! We was away for the holidays but we are BACK and excited to see if we can get the ball rolling here at sserieshq.

Some of the roles we would love to add consist of: Cody Rhodes, John Cena, Bianca Belair, The Uso's & Seth Rollins! Of course there is plenty more as well! I will be around pretty much for the rest of the night working on getting some things on the main in order. So come check us out. :)

#wwe rpg #wwe rp #wrestling rpg #wrestling rp

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samevans-wmu · 8 months ago

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Amused by the way Frannie's sunglasses lowered Sam cutely scrunched his face into a silly smile before he carefully pinched the side of her sunglasses, careful to not smudge the lens, and raise it so it sat on top of Frannie's head. "Don't worry. I'll bring them back down. I just want to see your pretty blue eyes while we talk." Sam's fingers caressed the side of her cheek before lowering his palm to rest against the back of Frannie's neck. "You're the one who feels good. Even with you wearing more clothes than me right now..." he said with a cheeky smirk. There was a time, not too long ago, where she couldn't wait to get him out of his. "I won't lie, I've thought about dropping out of school and living on the beach. I can be a lifeguard or work the bar, even do whatever rentals they've got going on on the beach. But, I won't actually do that, no matter how tempting it is." He sighed, as if he was giving up on a life-long dream. "I think when you die that's game over. I do think our souls live on so I guess souls can dream if they're still rockin' and rollin'" There's just so much unknown when it comes to the afterlife.

"I don't mind the early wake up, babe. Besides, my body craves those endorphins and since we're not sharing a private room might as well get it by running instead fun morning sex with you." Now that would be the perfect way to get the day started. "I'm most definitely a fighter. I do very little thinking when something springs up. Jump right to action and then think later. What about you? I know you're one who likes to plan things out. How would you handle a sea monster attack?" It's such a silly scenario but Sam's taking it seriously. When the conversation veered into the whole roommates thing Sam stilled their walk and moved around to face Frannie. His hands held onto hers as he quietly listened, Sam appreciating her reassurance. "I honestly don't know. It's not like any of us can predict the future like one of those crystal ball ladies. I tell myself we're solid and as long as we keep sharing what's on our minds we'll be good. But you saying your feelings and focus are only on me does help. Just, I'm not saying it will happen. Trust me I don't want it to happen but I also want to be an adult about this because of all the times I've been burned in the past. But if you think old feelings from before resurface. Please talk to me about it." These words are hard to push out but Sam wants to make sure they have the kind of relationship where they keep nothing from each other. That if questions are asked or something comes up they'll talk it out.

He laughed at her reaction and shifted to the side so they can resume their walk. "My foot is fine! Not cut. I haven't been on a beach since I was a kid and forgot how those suckers are everywhere. " His free hand, not the one holding hers, casually thumbed over the shell she gifted him. "You should see our bathroom cabinet back home. There's a basket with a bunch of those little bottles. They're great when the big bottle's empty and you need something in a pinch." His eyes lit up at the fossil hunting idea and Sam turned to look at her. "Okay, so, if they don't got that here then I get it. I imagine whatever they've got has been picked over. How cool would it to go on an actual archaeological dig? You might accidentally unearth some kind of curse in the process but imagine the cool things you dig up." Ever since he saw Indiana Jones Sam's found the whole thing fascinating. "Oh, you texted something earlier about sea turtles. What's that about? Is that place near here?"

The nose boop caused him to scrunch his nose one more and chuckle. She's cute. Damn cute. It's one of the many things he really likes about her. But that kiss? That got a goofy grin to illuminate his features. If they could he'd lay around all day and make out with her. "Nope. I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, put on my trunks, and hit the water. Lets get food and go over our plan for the day."

Another chuckle fell from her lips at the feeling of Sam's arms firmly keeping her within his. There was a temptation to playfully tease Sam, yet Frannie was absolutely aware that she adored the feeling of being in his arms. No way was she going to complain. Instead, she lowered her sunglasses covering her eyes down her nose an inch so that she could stare up at him properly. "You look good, by the way. And you feel good." She commented with a teasing smirk. "This beach vibe definitely suits you." Frannie couldn't help her head tilting to the side in thought as she listened, slightly amused, to Sam talking about his sleep. He had a point, after all! "This opens a lot of philosophical questions, here, Sam. Do dead people still have dreams? Do they still even go to sleep?"

"At the moment, my body is still waking up at 5am." Frannie explained with a small shrug. "Although you really don't have to start waking up at that time, I promise!" She added quickly. "We could always say that I swing by your hut at 6.30 and we go from there? That way we can catch the sunrise together. And fight any beach monsters that try to attack us. Are you a fight, flight or freeze kind of person?" As they walked, Frannie couldn't help letting out a contented sigh of happiness, the smile still imprinted firmly upon her lips. It was only the mention of her roommate situation, or reminder of what had happened, that the smile faltered a little. Her head turned to try and guage Sam's reaction, something she had been painfully aware of the night before out of a fear that he would feel uncomfortable about the situation. "Dani and I might talk to try and clear the air, a little. We might not." Her words tried to remain light, almost trying to give off an impression of apathy. But she couldn't hide it for long, and within a few seconds, Frannie then added. "You don't think there's a part of me that's still interested in her, do you? Because there's not. At all. I promise." Giving his hand a small squeeze, she looked across at Sam as they walked. "This was something that happened years ago. And besides, I'm with you. My attention and my feelings and my focus is all on you."

Her eyes widened at Sam's admission of nearly hurting himself on a shell and her rolled her eyes playfully. "Sam!" She gushed in dramatic mortification, her jaw dropping a little. "You're too spec-SHELL to hurt yourself on one of those." It felt nice to be sharing those kind of family traditions with Sam. The last time they had spoken about her family had been...a less than stellar or positive conversation, so it was nice to think about something a little happier. "Those freebies are the best, right?! There's something adorable about toiletries that are so tiny." Looking forward, out towards the beach that they were heading towards, she couldn't help letting the hand that was intertwined with Sam's start to swing, slightly, as they walked. "That sounds perfect. It doesn't have to be a shell, if you don't want to. We can make our own traditions, too." Thinking on the spot, Frannie's eyes darted around, running her tongue along her lower lip in consideration. "I'd say we could go fossil hunting within the rocks, but I'm not really sure if you'd be able to find those kind of rare treasures around here. That would've been amazing, though, right?"

Using her free hand, Frannie reached out and playfully 'booped' Sam's nose gently, before giving another sweet, short kiss against his lips. "I haven't eaten yet." She answered. "Have you?"

#thread: frannie #date: march 18 2024 #2024 spring break #//i thought I was gonna write 2 paragraphs and this happenedjafpeaf

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obscris · 8 years ago

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muse things & munday form

Some muse tibits:

only his family calls him Christian, he introduces himself and prefers cris.

as a werelion, his presence is very distinguishable. he carries himself well and often stands out when he walks into a room.

he loves to sniff out other supernturals

if you're a hunter with a fresh scent of death on you, he will be openly hostile

his family works with the aequitas guild, so if any hunter needs some muscle he's always down to help

he wants to make monsta pack a thing, which is going to be a mixed pack of weres so he mayyyyyy try to recruit you.

his biggest flaw is his fear of intimacy. although he has lots of friends and try to keep a big circle, it often seems like a façade to others. like theres a thin wall up at all times,

its so complex, he doesn't even understand it

he doesn't like to be alone but often does feel alone

if you do manage to get past his wall and make a mark, he can get territorial.

at the end of day, he just wants to be accepted.

Preferred name: niko Preferred pronouns: he/him/his Timezone: est (new york bebe)

Preferred writing style (script, para, either): either, although I haven't done script in ages Preferred writing genre (light themes, dark themes, domestic/ship/familial themes, etc): I love EVERYTHING Genres you’re less interested/would rather not partake in (sexual nsfw, violent nsfw, ships, etc): nope, bring it on Any other writing preferences (icons, small text, etc)? ummmmmmmm small text I guess? I curse for emphasis so excuse me but mostly I just try to make sure it doesn't suck? #twsuckystarters

Favorite color: black, like my soul. JKIN, I don't have one. JKIN, its red! (my favorite color, not soul) Favorite/lucky number: 26 A song/show/drama you’d recommend: voltron. latin novelas (where people die because of literal AIR), brooklyn nine nine. Fill in the blank: “You’re always free to message me about ___!” everything, I'm always up to listen if you need to be heard. If you could choose a species in Obscura that you’d like to be, what would it be? Why? werelion, duh, so I can have a majestic mane. What is your ultimate weakness; what makes you feel all soft and squishy inside? everything cause I'm weak. but really my little sister has me wrapped around her finger. and also hwasa is the love of my life. Write the first thing to come to mind in caps: FOOD (24/7tbh) Three random facts about you: 1. Hwasa's thighs are my aesthetic 2. I hope to have as many tattoos as my fc one day 3. I'm a nerdy gamer and I write poems, but my real life friends will never know.

#(ooc)#obs: munday #some things to get the ball rollin on here

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arcadejohn127-9 · 4 years ago

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How would the demon boys react to some random demon saying that they "went soft" while they were with MC? love your page btw x

Oh ho ho I see! This is going to be fun! And thank you, I love seeing everyone's support!

Lucifer:

Him? Soft? Impossible

The audacity that lesser demon had was almost respectable

But he wasn't going to let it slide

"Perhaps I've been too kind to beings like you, if you truly believe I've grown soft you won't mind me practising my new equipment on you-"

"Luci? What cha doing? I've been looking for you."

As soon as he saw you he didn't even realize the love sick expression on his face

The lesser demon snickered

He realized he didn't keep his mask up

They believed they were going to go free due to his embarassment

But they only made him grip the demons face tighter, his sharp nails digging into their flesh

"not right now, I'm currently putting a demon in their place-"

"oh okay! Don't take too long, you promised you'd help me go shopping, there was a really cute outfit and I don't want to miss it."

"yes, of course, now run along."

You kissed his cheek, thanking him for taking you out

He happily sighed

Quickly placing a kiss on your lips before you left

His head snapped back to the demon with a blood thirsty smirk

"where were we?"

Mammon:

Him?! Soft?! He's got a reputation to uphold!

Like his rep isn't already destroyed by being a bunch of witches servant

Whilst he is feared for his status as a demon, in general his rep is more 'famous guy who Everyone respects but will laugh at him at any given chance'

But Don't tell mammon that

So when a leaser demon says he's gone soft due to you he's insulted

He grabs the lesser demon by the collar, yanking them towards him, pulling down his shades just enough to show off his furious glare

"You're real bold for speaking up against me like that, I'm the avatar of greed! I can destroy your well being with just a slight influence-"

You came marching towards him, brows knitted

"Mammon!!!! Stop picking fights, you promised we'd go to cafe today, I even made sure we'd get matching couples items."

You shoved your phone in his face, showing off the link he sent you

He wanted to go to the cafe due to the couple's coupon and the fact you were allowed matching gifts you can buy

"You Damn human-! Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?! The great mammon needs to defend his rep!"

"you're wasting your time, the cafe is going to get packed if we don't go now."

He didn't budge, trying to counter you but you just raised a brow

You let have a few moments before Rollin your eyes

"I'm going without you."

"BABY NO!!! DON'T LEAVE ME-! I'M COMING I SWEAR!"

He immediately hugged you and was pouting, complaining you embarassed him

But he quickly forgave you when you kissed the corner of his mouth, reminding him he couldn't jump into trouble or else his grades will be effected

Lucifers orders of course

Levithan:

"I will summon Loton on you for even perceiving me!"

It was a bold move on the lesser demons part

And today the ocean demon didn't feel like being talked to by anyone so hearing this made it even worse

He raised his hand in the air, magic glowing at his finger tips

The lesser demon gulped, regretting thinking Levi would be easy to mess with

"Levi, don't summon Loton, we'll get in trouble."

He didn't even realize you were there nor did he notice you arrive

He pouted, lowering his arm and started quickly moving his arms as he spoke

"But they're saying I've grown soft! That's insulting to demons! Especially high ranking ones! It's basically saying I'm a loser!"

"As a high ranking demon, just ignore them~ you're just fine~!"

You didn't want to deal with getting levi out of trouble because he flooded one part of R.A.D so you went to save the confident lesser demon

You grabbed his shoulders, nuzzling your cheek on his

He wanted to push you away due to embarassment and the fact it was in public

But he couldn't help but do the same, squishing his face next to yours with a massive blush on his face

"You're not helping-"

"You're great, let's go back home and finish the game we were playing."

The lesser demon was spared.....for now

Satan:

Does he look like the type to go soft?

Sure he was normally a pleasant guy to be around but soft???!

Despite his charming smile and gentle peaceful presence, he was known for being the most aggressive out of his brother's

So some lesser demon saying he's soft? He wanted to just scoff and ignore it but it chewed at him

"Soft...? Hm, you won't be saying anything when I'm done with you, you'll be too busy crying and gurgling on your own-"

"There you are! I wanted to give the book you let me borrow back- am I interrupting?"

You looked between the cowering demon in Satan's grasp

His horns flickering in out and out, his expression immediately going soft when he looked at you

"yes but what did you think of the book? I thought the characterization of the main lead was the selling point of the whole thing."

"oh definitely but chapter 104 had the best arc."

Satan opened his mouth, removing one his hands off the other demons throat to point at the book but his finger curled

Deciding to not argue with you

"I'll have to debate you on that one - excuse me I need to finish it here before I can debate you on arcs, I won't be long."

You nodded, kissing Satan's cheek and gave the lesser demon a sympathetic look

The lesser demon couldn't enjoy their freedom for long as Satan turned back to them, snarling

Let's just hope he decides it isn't worth his time for that demons sake

Asmodeus:

"me? Soft? Honey, I'm never soft~ I'm always hard~!"

The lesser demon cringed

Asmo crossed his arms, deflating slightly as his joke didn't land

Sure he was offended Someone would call him soft

But it's not like really based his reputation as being some intimidating thing, he wanted to be loved and admired!

But being soft can get you disrespected

So something has to be done and asmo is known definitely by his brothers for getting physical when needed

"Don't look so disgusted, you do understand who you're talking to, right? The avatar of lust - I'm able to bring out all your desires, I know you like things rough so let me show just how violent i can get-"

"hey, are you done threatening-flirting? Whatever you're doing, I need help with some design choices."

You definitely didn't know what you walked in but the lustful demon was your best bet to go to

He was currently caging a lesser demon to a wall and harshly gripping their chin

You just wanted a second opinion on your clothing designs!

"I'll be right there! Can you hold on for a moment please?"

You nodded, sensing the angry aura coming off him

"sure, I got wipes in my bag incase you need them."

"you're wonderful, I love you~!"

He sent you a few air kisses as he smiled at you, you shook your head at his affection

You were thankful you didn't look back because as soon as you walked away you heard a scream

And you were pretty sure it wasn't a good one

Beezlebub:

The lesser demon sure had balls to approach this walking mountain

Was no one intimidated by jocks anymore?

They snarled and teased that he was going soft, expecting a reaction

But Beel just glared at them, his resting bitch face coming in handy

"don't talk to me."

It wasn't long before you found him, he was walking through the halls heading to the main door

"heyy Beel-y, What's up?"

"a demon said I've grown soft....have I?"

You blinked a few times, not expecting the question

You definitely didn't expect the Insecure look on his face

The closer you got to him he was definitely a softie, he was always gentle with you and is super kind

To you, he hasn't changed at all

"I think you have from what I've heard but I don't think that's a bad thing, you can still hold your ground and it just means you're letting yourself not be on guard."

"that makes me feel better, you always know what to say - I'm hungry, let's go eat."

You linked your arms with him, both of you smiling

"sure! I heard there's a nice dessert place opening up!"

Belphegor:

"I think you're talking to the wrong demon, I haven't grown soft."

Again, lesser demons are getting too gutsy towards these demon brother's

Belphegor has never woken up and not chose violence

Sure he was a big cuddle bug and sleeping most of the time

But he could be absolutely ruthless -In words and actions!

"Belphie, I'm heading to the study room, wanna join?"

You didn't really care he was about to go toe to toe with another demon

Knowing he was going to win anyway but you did want to give him a chance to get away

He was on thin ice and could be put on house arrest if he kept acting up and pranking people

"I'm in the middle of threatening Someone right now."

"Alright, don't go too crazy or else you'll get in trouble but I'll be waiting, I bought a pillow for you to sleep on~"

You tugged the pillow out of your bag, wiggling abit as you showed it off

You were already walking away before the sleepy demon could say anything else

He glared at the lesser demon

"I'll prove them wrong another time, too much energy wasted if I did it now."

He immediately went jogging after you, looping an arm around your waist and nuzzled his cheek on your shoulder

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me shitpost #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beezlebub #obey me leviathan #obey me luficer #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me imagine #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x you

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lovelynim · 3 years ago

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Young master’s free time

Genshin Impact - Thoma x Ayato

A/N: Sooo, I still have a bunch of drabbles and a few requests to work on on my ask box, BUT- I have been wanting to write this for a while and now seeing some of Thoma’s voice lines in game I felt the URGE to write something for lee!Thoma, so here it is.

Summary: Thoma decides to make an intervention to help Ayato take a break, even if it means to have the tables turned.

Word count: 1.342 words

slime pics since there is no official art of Ayato yet

“Hmm… ‘I believe it would be the right-’, no it doesn’t sound right.” The man muttered, turning the page into a ball of paper and throwing it over his shoulder, making it land next to other discarded ideas.

“Maybe… ‘I’d like to suggest the-’, no, not like that.” Ayato groaned as the frustration within him grew, crushing the brand page and putting it with the others. The leader of the Kamisato clan was a title followed by a bunch of responsibilities and things he should take care of.

Keep a good relationship with other clans and commissions, make sure that the jobs were getting done and that everything was working as it should. It was a rather stressful position, but the boy would not complain or express distress in front of the others.

Thoma, on the other hand, was one of the few people who could witness the young master complaining, clenching his hand in the air as anger would fill his body and loudly counting to ten to calm himself and recover his posture. Ayato was, in fact, admirable.

As the housekeeper of the Kamisato’s clan, one of Thoma’s duties was to help the young master, and one of blonde’s wishes was to do whatever was in his reach to make his master’s day more bearable.

“Young master.” He called, before sliding the door open and walking in with gentle steps, barely making sound as he feet would touch the ground. With perfect skills, Thoma would place the tray next to one of the piles of papers in Ayato’s table, serving the pale-blue-haired man a cup of fresh and warm tea.

“Ah… thank you, Thoma.” Ayato muttered, forcing a smile into his face to greet the housekeeper before returning his attention to the lines in the paper and the pencil resting over a puddle of black ink.

“You should take a break, young master.” Thoma suggested out of the blue as he stood up and sat behind Ayato. Pulling the hair pin that kept his long hair in place, the blonde would gently move his hand under the strands of hair and start to carefully brush it. “It’s been a while since you got some fresh air, hasn’t it? We could go for a walk outside.”

“Thoma, I need to finish this. I’m afraid I don’t have time to stop now…” Ayato replied, barely minding the acts of the other. Behind him, the blonde was pouting, he knew this wasn’t good for him.

“Young master, then maybe… We can stay inside, but you should-”

“Thoma.”

It was enough to make him stop talking. If he was like any of the other workers in the Kamisato clan, that would be a terrifying sight. However… The housekeeper was rather close to the clan’s siblings. Both with a younger sister and the older brother, he would have the freedom to break some… boundaries of his position. “Right…” Thoma muttered, branding Ayato’s hair and placing the pin back in its place.

“Then I’m forcing you to take a break.” Thoma warned, pulling the pencil from Ayato’s hand and before he could even react, the blonde would push him into the ground and grab his master’s waist.

“Thoma! I tohohold you I cahahan’t s-stop!” Ayato tried to complain and get a hold on the blonde’s wrists.

Much to his demise, the housekeeper had a very firm grip, pinching the man’s waist and hips, forcing louder sounds of his master’s mouth every time he would press his fingers a little deeper.

It took barely a few seconds to reduce the oh-so-calm and composed head of the Kamisato’s clan to a puddle of giggles. Thoma withdrew his hands, smiling satisfied at his master. “There there, better, right?”

Ayato was panting on the floor, rolling to the side to lay on his stomach before pulling his torso up. The hair that Thoma had just brushed so carefully was already a mess, some strands falling over his face, resting over his flushed cheeks.

“Young master..?” The housekeeper called again, could this mere seconds have been too much? But the worry in Thoma’s head soon became realization when he saw the look on his master's face. “W-well, I shall leave you alone now-”

“Thoma, stay. Right. There.”

He gulped. getting back into his knees and staying with his back turned to the other.

“You want to help me relax?”

“Y-yes, but I see how busy you are right no- w-woah!!” Thoma gasped as he felt a pull on the back of his coat, forcing him to lay down. Ayato quickly straddled his waist, looking down to the blonde with a rather furious look that even the archons would fear.

“Y-young master?”

“Arms up.”

“W-what?”

“It’s an order.”

“A-an order? You can’t use your title like tha-” He saw the grin on Ayato’s face. Reluctantly, the blonde slowly moved his hands, holding them above his hand.

Ayato grabbed Thoma’s wrists with one hand and pinned them down, bending a little forward to look directly into the housekeeper’s eyes. “Thoma.. ~ Why are you smiling like that?”

“Yohohoung master, p-please! I-I sohohorry!” The blonde pleaded as Ayato’s hand slowly hovered over his sides, his armpits, his neck, his stomach, as if he was picking what spot he would exploit.

“Sorry? You had such a good intention, why would you be sorry?” Ayato teased, slowly sliding his hand inside Thoma’s coat, having just the thin fabric of his shirt between his fingers and the blonde’s skin. Gently scribbling his upper ribs, he resumed talking. “And for your actions… I’m rewarding you. Or are you going to tell me that you don’t like this?”

He couldn’t pick what was worse. The anticipation, the teasing, the way his master would keep a serious voice tone even when in moments like this. “Yohohoung master! D-dohohon’t!” He cackled loudly as Ayato started to scribble against his armpit. But the clan’s head was right. Thoma was barely struggling, not even trying to pull his hands down, but the very opposite: trying to keep them up.

“Now, was it just you trying to help me or were you actually trying to call my attention? Hm, Thoma? ~” He questioned, letting go of his wrists and focusing on tickling the blonde, spidering one hand from his waist to his ribs while the other would poke around his torso, switching between lighter and rougher touches.

“A-AHAhaha, ohohoh A-Archohons!! Young mahahaster, p-plehehease!!”

Thoma threw his head back in his fits of laughter, loud and deep giggles. The blonde kicked his feet behind Ayato’s back, clenching his hands as hard as he could as he cackled. But not trying to stop his master a single time.

There was no ‘bad spot’, it tickled so intensely everywhere that there was nothing other than meaningless dramatic pleads coming out of the blonde’s mouth, especially Ayato knew he got far from enough.

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“Brother, did you see Thom- ah, there you are.” Ayaka asked as she opened the door. Seeing Thoma laying down by Ayato’s side, with his cheeks burning in a bright shade of pink and his chest going up and down in a fastened pace.

“A-ah, m’lady…”

“He was taking a rest, sister. It took him quite some effort to help me out, but it was a great way to relieve stress.”

“Oh, really? You have to let me test it out too, Thoma!”

“M-maybe… later, m’lady.” The blonde panted, trying to collect the pieces of himself after Ayato’s assault. The girl chuckled, finding the way the words dragged out of the housekeeper’s lips rather cute.

“He is a little… tired, sister. Let him rest for a bit.”

“Right, see you later, then.” She said, nodding and sliding the door shut again.

Ayato looked over his shoulder, checking on the other, and smiled. “You were right… It’s much easier to work now. Thank you, Thoma.”

“W-whenever you need, young master..!” He replied, lifting his thumb up before drop his arm back to the ground, with a tired smile on his face.

#genshin impact #kamisato ayato #tickling #thomato #ayathoma #tickle fic #anime tickling #thoma #tohma

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tealquills · 2 years ago

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got a do it (ily @upwardsonwards and @cameliawrites) so here goes :DD

one is a character study of all six crows, formatted similarly to however we got here, i’m glad we did, but it’s pre-canon rather than post-canon. tentatively titled look into my telescope (it’s a lyric from ghost quartet), it centers around the crows reflecting on their pasts using the night sky as a symbolic jumping-off point. i don’t have much written, but i generally know what i want to do with it. this one will definitely be a oneshot, so it’s the most likely to get published.

one is a kanej au in a modern setting (the locations have the same names as the grishaverse ones, though, and there’s some cultural carryover though most things will be different in a modern setting for obvious reasons). tentatively titled finding spring, the premise is that kaz will literally kill any living thing he touches whether he wants to or not. it’s sort of like a curse, though it wasn’t “put on him” the way most traditional curses are. (at least, not put on him by anyone but me.) inej, on the other hand, rejuvenates everything she touches and can even resurrect dead things, so their respective powers would cancel each other out, if they’d only realize it. i’ve had this idea floating around in my head for a really, really long time, but i’ll say upfront that it’s the least likely to get published since i’m imagining it as a longer slow burn and i cannot for the life of me figure out how it’ll work. i haven’t gotten much farther than the premise on this one, honestly, though i have written a few lines of it in an attempt to force myself to get the ball rolling.

one is an immediate post-crooked kingdom fic focusing on inej’s parents, a little along the lines of @oneofthewednesdays‘s Sankta Margaretha and Other Tales of Sorrow if you’ve read it (if you haven’t you should it’s amazing) but ofc it’s my own! feat. some sturmhond interaction because i feel like people overlook the fact that he was the one who tracked them down. also because i just really love nikolai lantsov, he’s my favorite character from the shadow and bone trilogy hands down. i’ve barely started this one and i don’t have any exact plans for it so we’ll see what happens there. if it ever sees the light of day, it’ll most likely be a few chapters, think 2-4.

the last one is the hardest to explain. it’s a multilayered canon divergence where “i can help you” never happened. without his wraith, kaz is caught by the stadwatch just before the story begins, and exiled from the city of ketterdam. in the kerch countryside, he concocts a new scheme to get his revenge on pekka rollins. inej, though, is not still in the menagerie. she’s indentured to pekka as a spy and assassin after... oops wouldn’t want to spoil that :), and when kaz enacts the first phase of his plan, she’s sent to track the troublemaker down and bring him to the dime lions to face “justice” (read: torture and death). nina will probably feature as a supporting/minor character, and wylan mightttttt be a player as well but i’m not sure yet. this is my most plot heavy fic and i do have some shorter term plans for it, but i don’t know how it’s going to end yet. i have high hopes for this one but realistically i really don’t know if it’s going to happen or not. as you might have picked up on, i don’t like to publish wips while i’m still writing them because i know myself. i know i usually have bigger ideas than my plot brain can handle, especially without a writing partner or a person to bounce ideas off of, and i’d hate to abandon a fic, both for the sake of my own conscience and my readers’ enjoyment.

would you guys (i say, as if i don’t have like 5 followers on here) like it if i posted about the fics i’m sitting on, even if i’m not sure i’ll ever finish them?

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kohanayaki · 3 years ago

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.:Time And Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 8

You come across an old photo book full of untouched memories and decide to go through it with Harry, though there are some things you decide he doesn't need to know and some things you'd rather forget. (Takes place mostly through Marauders era flashbacks)

LINKS: CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

Ch 8 .:Snapshots, Secrets, and Sentimentality:.

“Hey, Harry?” you called out into the living room where said boy was reclined on one of the large charcoal armchairs, “I found something you might want to see.”

His eyes widened behind the round frames of his glasses as you carried over a large, leather bound book that was thick with laminated pages. You sat across from him on the couch, setting it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“We still have a few more hours before the others arrive for the meeting,” you said, “and I don't know when the next time we'll be able to talk like this will be.”

“Wait,” he said before you could open the book, “you aren't staying?”

“I can't,” you smiled at him sadly. A statement that was true for a multitude of reasons you'd rather not get into with your godson. “I wanted to show this to you before I left, though.”

With a wave of your hand the book's pages gently flipped open, revealing a number of old magical photographs. The page you had turned to had a picture of James, and you could see Harry's eyes lock onto it. His father was beaming at the camera, holding up the Quidditch cup as two of his Gryffindor teammates held him up on their shoulders.

“Now you see why everyone always tells you how much you look like him,” you chuckled, “that's him in his fifth year, same as you now.”

Harry stared in wonder at the photo. He really did look like his dad. James was slightly taller, lankier, but he had the same disheveled waves of dark brown hair and boyish grin as Harry. Their faces were nearly identical; except for the eyes, of course.

The photo right next to that one was you wearing a Seeker's crest. You were posed, standing with the rest of your team with a wide smile on your face. Harry's brow furrowed as he spotted an unknown yet somehow familiar boy next to you with curly black hair and light eyes.

“Who is that?” he asked, “he almost looks like—”

“Sirius?” you finished. Harry nodded. “That would make sense,” you said, “that's Regulus, his younger brother.”

“I. . . didn't know he had one,” Harry said in wonder.

“Well, you know he doesn't talk about his family often.”

“Right. . .” Harry trailed off for a moment, “but you knew him? His brother?”

“Yeah,” you said, feeling a tug at your heart, “We were friends, for a while.” Your eyes subconsciously looked up towards his room which now stood empty. “He, um. . . he died, some time ago.”

“Oh,” Harry said, not knowing what to say, “I'm sorry. . .”

You gave him a small smile in thanks, trying to shrug off the grim feeling the memories brought up as you turned the page of the book to the next.

This photograph was one that was moving— you and James in your Quidditch captain's uniforms. He was reaching over, ruffling your hair while you were ducking to avoid him, pushing his face away and turning his glasses askew despite the grin on your face.

“We both became team captains in year six,” you said, smiling fondly at the picture, “we'd squared off as Seekers the year prior, so it was only natural. You were already playing Seeker your first year, weren't you?”

“Yeah,” Harry said bashfully, “although my first time catching the snitch was bit rough to say the least.” You laughed at that, recalling the time he told you the story of how he had caught the snitch with his mouth his first match.

“You take after your father, for sure,” you said, “he was always a creative flier; came up with all sorts of purposefully confusing strategies as captain. By the time the other team figured out what he was doing, he'd have already caught the snitch and the match would be set.”

Harry felt pride fill his chest at your words, glad he was taking on his father's good qualities.

“So you were a Seeker your fifth year and played until you graduated,” he recalled, “but I thought you said you played Chaser before?”

“Well, sort of?” you admitted, “Not officially. My introduction to the game was unconventional, to say the least. . .”

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James and Sirius huddled with the rest of the Gryffindor team on the Quidditch pitch, gearing up for the match. The energy around them was electric, the stands packed with students and faculty from every house.

“Remember, keep to the left,” Halls, their team captain, said sternly, “and take advantage of Parkinson's blind spot. If Rollins and the rest of the Chasers start scoring above 40 before halftime, we'll go in for the Pincer.”

Sirius nodded, determined to win this match. It was the first one of the season, so a lot was riding on this. However, his attention was diverted as the crowd's cheers suddenly grew louder. The Slytherin team had arrived on the field, marching towards them. Something Sirius didn't expect to see, however, was you, dressed in Chaser's robes next to his brother.

“What are they doing here?” Sirius scoffed as he spotted you, “they're not even on the team!”

“Rollins took a spill last practice,” Vanity said as she stepped forward. The Slytherin captain had a wicked grin on her face, “(L/n)'s a last minute replacement. Don't bother trying to argue, I've already cleared it with Madame Hooch.”

“Convenient of you to tell us ahead of time,” Halls' eyes narrowed.

“Is there a part of 'last minute' that escapes your understanding?” Vanity rolled her eyes.

“Well, no matter,” Halls said, “you've lost your best Chaser, we don't have anything to worry about.”

“That classic Gryffindor confidence,” Vanity smirked, “we'll see about that. I don't choose just anyone to fill in.”

Halls scoffed as Vanity turned on her heels, not bothering to look back.

“Seems you've found yourself another game to lose, (L/n),” James smirked at you.

“Have I?” you arched a brow, “what's our score now? 10-9?”

“10-10 since I got you with that scalene water in the Prefect's bathroom,” James reminded you, “how was being half fish for a day?”

“Marvelous, felt just like you,” you quipped.

“Settle down, everyone,” Madame Hooch said, stepping out onto the field, “Potter, (L/n), I know you two have taken to pranks on each other in class, but I don't want to see a lick of that up in the air, understood?”

“Perfectly,” you said, a smirk sneaking onto your face as you mounted your broom.

“Wouldn't dream of it, professor,” James said with sarcastic flair.

Sirius eyed you cautiously. Gryffindor had flying class with Hufflepuff, so they'd never actually seen you fly before, but there was no doubt that if Vanity approved of you, you had to pose some kind of threat.

“Take your marks,” Hooch said, and you rose off the ground in unison, staring each other down. “Let the match begin!” With a strong, well placed kick, the Quidditch case was thrown open to release the bludgers and the snitch, and as she threw the quaffle up in the air you lunged forward into a dive. You were just about to grab the ball when a blur of red and gold nearly knocked you off your broom.

“Potter has the Quaffle!” Kingston commentated from the box, “he passes to Longbottom, who evades Catchlove and Regulus Black. Longbottom scores! The first ten points go to Gryffindor!”

The patrons in the red and gold stands went wild, the roar deafening in your ears. This was definitely different from flying class. You had to get it together.

The hair on the back of your neck suddenly stood straight up when something whizzed right past your head as you barely moved to dodge it. Sirius gave you a passive shrug from the other side of the field, a beater's bat resting on his shoulder.

“Tosser,” you grumbled under your breath. You had half a mind to throw him right through the left-field hoops without his broom, but dealing with the bludgers wasn't your job; you just had to evade and score. You wouldn't let your team down.

Your eyes searched the skies for the quaffle again, and found it as you spotted a Gryffindor snatch it out of Catchlove's hands. You built up momentum, lowering your body to your broom handle as you picked up speed, swiping the ball from the red Chaser's hands before his eyes could register. You flew under him before their team could rearrange formation and spun around quickly, swatting the quaffle towards the lower right goal with the tail end of your broom. Their Keeper dove to block it, but was one second too late. The ball flew through the hoop and straight into Regulus' hands, who looped back around and threw it through the top right, leaving the Gryffindor Keeper too disoriented and too low in the corner of the goal posts to do anything about it.

“(L/n) outmaneuvers Johnson and scores!” you heard the commentary box boom, “Regulus Black follows up with another goal, we are 20 Slytherin to 10 Gryffindor, what a quick turnaround to start off the match!”

You huffed, impressed that Regulus was able to make the most of your shot. You knew he was Sirius' brother, but that was about it. He was a year younger than you, so you didn't have any classes together and never really talked to him before.

“Nice shot,” you said, flying next to him.

“Same to you,” he said with the slightest upwards quirk of his lips.

“Oi, keep it up you two!” Vanity shouted, hovering over you before dodging the bludger that flew her way, “Black, keep point on Johnson, he's off his game today. (L/n) I want you on intercept and watch for Potter.”

“Gladly,” you smirked, flying off towards the other side of the field. You were starting to feel more comfortable in the air, like you were when you were just flying by yourself; the sounds of the crowd disappeared over the wind rushing in your ears, and you were able to concentrate on your main objective:

Kicking James Potter's arse.

And that you did. The all too confident smirk that seemed to be permanently plastered to his face disappeared when he suddenly felt the weight of the quaffle leave his hands. A victorious smile graced your lips at his dumbfound expression as you threw the ball long to Regulus, who caught it with ease, swatting Johnson away like a fly before scoring another goal.

“(L/n) passes to Black who scores another ten points for Slytherin!” Kingston announced, “it looks like the two rookie players are really hitting their stride now. Choosing (L/n) as a last second fill in is really paying off!”

Sirius' eyes narrowed, grunting in frustration as he hit another bludger your way. Regulus' head turned at the sound of the crack of the bat and signaled over to one of your Beaters, who tossed the bat his way just in time for the Slytherin to send the ball flying back towards his brother. Sirius cursed under his breath, rolling to the right and spinning out of control for a moment before reorienting himself.

“Hooch, what gives!” he shouted, “penalize them!”

“Fair play under protection,” Hooch denied him, “you've been taking headshots, Black. Be grateful I'm not docking you.”

Sirius grumbled a few choice words under his breath before flying back into the fray.

“Thanks for that!” you called over to Regulus.

“Don't mention it,” the boy said, his expression still fairly neutral save for the slight smirk on his face. How the hell was he so calm during this game anyways?

You continued to work with Regulus throughout the match; you'd found a system that worked, and your captain told you to roll with it. Pass after pass you intercepted and scored, mainly targeting Potter not just because Vanity had told you to, but because it brought you a considerable amount of personal enjoyment.

That's when you saw it— a tiny, nearly imperceptible flash of gold that whizzed by your peripheral vision. Neither of the Seekers had caught sight of it yet, but you watched as it zoomed low towards the ground, hovering just beneath one of the crowd stands.

“Oi, Talkalot!” you shouted over the crowd at your Seeker, “Dive low at Hippogriff, now!”

You'd only had a few hours to look over the strategies that Vanity laid out for you, but you knew the Slytherin team had come up with code words for each quadrant of the Quiditch pitch so you could alert your Seeker if you saw the snitch without the other team knowing where it was. You hoped to Merlin you'd gotten the code right, and you exhaled in relief as Talkalot zoomed past you, taking a sharp dive straight down.

“Nice eye, (L/n)!” she shouted over her shoulder, her voice trailing off as she went after the snitch at top speed.

Sirius' eyes widened as he saw the sporadic move from your Seeker. That could only mean one thing.

“Halls, they've got eyes on the snitch!” he shouted to his team captain who cursed under his breath, taking off in Talkalot's direction, but her lead was too great.

“She's got it!” Kingston hollered into the mic, “Lucinda Talkalot has caught the golden snitch, scoring 150 points for Slytherin! Our score comes out 50 Gryffindor to 230 Slytherin, and this match is over!”

“Slytherin wins!” Madame Hooch proclaimed from her broom.

Everyone in the emerald stands cheered so loudly you thought their tents would topple. You couldn't believe the amount of adrenaline coursing through your body in that moment. It was a complete sensory overload as you were bombarded by the Slytherin team, mostly comprised of people you hardly even knew, and thrown on top of their shoulders and they cheered for you.

“What a game, (L/n)! I never knew you could play!”

“Where the hell have you been all this time, eh?”

“You better try out next year or you're dead!”

You laughed at the last comment from Vanity, people buzzing around you as soon as you were set down. You broke away from the congratulatory comments and pats on the back, however, as you spotted James across the field. You couldn't help but rub this in his face a little.

“Why so blue, Potter?” you grinned as you bounded over to him, “what was that about me 'finding another game to lose'?”

For once, James had no clever comeback, and his face flushed as you laughed at his expression.

“I do believe that leaves us 11-10,” you said cheekily, doing an overly exaggerated bow before tossing your broom from your left hand to your right and stalking off.

“Not for long,” James said to himself once you were out of earshot, equal parts impressed and supremely annoyed. It was time for him to pay another visit to Zonko's. He'd show you blue all right. . .

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“After that year I tried out for a permanent position as Seeker,” you said, “your father and I concluded our prank war, Sirius and I put aside our differences, Lupin vouched for my involvement with the map, and the rest is history.”

“I seriously can't believe you became such close friends only two years later,” Harry said, shaking his head in bewilderment.

“Neither could we,” you said, “it was just a series of chance encounters that we learned we were more similar than we thought. I really do believe that friendship can come from anywhere, Harry. Even more so when you least expect it. So if there's anyone around you that you think you might never get along with, I'd say it's worth it to give them a chance.”

Harry paused at your words. There were more than a few people who came to mind.

You turned to the next page, which was a spread of you and the rest of the Marauders in more casual settings. One could clearly tell you had taken them of each other, if the shaky camera movement and blurry rendering were anything to go off of.

You smiled to yourself as you saw a photo of you and Remus asleep in the Hogwarts library, lightly leaning against each other with your eyes peacefully closed. Suddenly the camera flash jolted through the photograph, and you two bolted upright. You glared at the person taking the photo and reached out to smack the camera away, the picture going blurry for a moment before resetting. Harry laughed at the brief repeating scene, as did you.

“Your father took this one,” you huffed, “because of course he did.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1977 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You rested your head in your palm as you transcribed a few spells into your notebook. The lantern in front of you gave you just enough light to read the elaborate Latin, as the sun had long since set. Your eyelids felt annoyingly heavy, attempting to close on their own as you fought against them to stay awake.

“How are you holding up?” Remus asked with a slight grin, catching you jump awake at his remark.

You and Remus had gotten permission from Madame Pince to use the library after hours to study; after all, you two were outstanding students. If James and Sirius had made the request, they wouldn't have gotten so positive a reaction.

“I've been more awake in my life, but I really need to get this done tonight,” you sighed, “NEWTS start next week and I have to be ready.” You stared up at the boy who was looking at you with obvious concern. “I'm fine, Moony. And I don't want to keep you here, so whenever you want to head off to bed, feel free to.”

“It's no trouble,” he said, “I'll walk you back to your common room, at least. At this rate you'll fall asleep in the middle of the hall for Filch to find you.”

You gave him a light but well-meant glare, groaning as you turned your tired eyes back to the parchment in front of you.

“Why the sudden all-nighters anyways?” Lupin asked, “I thought you'd be plenty prepared.”

“My Charms marks haven't exactly been the best lately,” you admitted, “that's kind of important if I want to become an auror, Remus.”

“Really?” the lycanthrope said, surprised, “but you're always in the know on some spell or another I've never even heard of. You've even made some of your own, right?”

“Yes, but the Ministry wants people who can conjure a corporeal patronus, not someone who made up a spell that makes antlers grow on someone's head to make a very specific joke.”

“Well, I thought it was impressive,” Remus laughed, thinking back to James asking him 'why does my head feel so heavy?' “but I see what you're saying,” Remus continued, “Have you thought about Dumbledore's proposal? Joining the cause might call for some more specialized tasks that would fit you well.”

“Right,” you bit your lip, “I just. . . I don't know. It's a lot to take on. A big part of me is scared, Remus. I'm not like you guys. I can't just fearlessly leap into a battle without any second thoughts. James and Sirius gave their answers so quickly and. . . I couldn't say for sure right away like they could. Honestly, I was terrified, and I still feel guilty because of it.”

“Fear is wisdom in the face of danger, (Y/n),” Remus said, “It's nothing to be ashamed of. No one is forcing you to make this decision right away, nor are they requiring you do it alone. There's a war going on out there, (Y/n). No one would blame you for not diving into it headfirst.”

“Always the quoter of muggle proverbs,” you chuckled lightly, “thank you, Remus. Really.”

A quiet yawn snuck into the back of your throat, and you stretched out of your chair to try to get feeling back into your body.

“Maybe I should turn in soon,” you said, your voice already groggy, “just a few more transcriptions. . .”

Remus stayed by your side as you continued to work diligently, and he found himself smiling at your innate stubbornness. It was something he greatly admired about you; when you decided on something you stuck to it no matter what, sometimes to a fault. You fought to keep your eyes open, even as your head began to slope and your handwriting gradually became slower.

Lupin was beginning to tire himself, which surprised him. He was naturally nocturnal, after all, and usually had no issue staying up to the early hours of the morning. But the quiet scratch of your quill against the parchment, the occasional sound of a page turning, and the smell of your shampoo that wafted with the motion, all lulled him into a sense of ease that was much too easy to doze off to.

Just when he thought he might fall asleep, he almost jumped out of his skin as he felt a soft pressure on his shoulder. He looked to the side to see you sleeping peacefully, your head having slipped from your palm and onto the soft fabric of his sweater. His face flushed a deep red, and he thanked Merlin you were sound asleep. He was caught in between embarrassment and slight panic as he instinctualy wanted to wake you but also ensure you actually got to sleep tonight.

He meant to wake you, he really had, but his mind and body betrayed him, and without even knowing when, his eyes fluttered closed and he drifted off into quite possibly the best sleep he'd had in weeks.

The flash of the magical camera was blinding, even through your closed eyelids. White spots danced in your vision as you groaned, shielding your face from the camera.

“MORNING, LOVEBIRDS!”

Remus jolted awake, remembering last night's events in an instant and banging his head on the bookshelf beside him in an attempt to put some distance between you two.

James was stood there, camera in hand and doubled over in laughter.

“Prongs, you better start running before I skin you and turn you into a pair of shoes,” you growled.

“How is it that I always catch you two sleeping together?” James chortled, completely ignoring your statement, “Can't be long till you get it on to the other sense of the phrase.”

And that's when you lunged at him. Too bad he didn't take your advice for a head start.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“That twat,” you said fondly, a statement that about summed up your and James' friendship.

Harry found himself smiling as you recounted your memories with his father. It made him feel that much more grateful for what he shared with Ron and Hermione.

“Oh, Merlin,” you laughed as you saw the next picture. You, Remus, Sirius, Peter, Lily, and James were standing side by side, Slughorn smiling in the middle of all of you. “This was the first and last Slug Club party that we ever attended all together,” you said, “Like I mentioned, Lily and I had always gone, and—”

You caught yourself.

And Severus would pretend to be reluctant tagging along, you finished in your mind. After what happened he stopped attending the parties.

You cleared your throat.

“Ahem, well, we'd always gone together as friends but none of the boys ever went with us,” you said, “It was our last year, and Lily finally convinced James to tag along, because by then they were together and he was contractually obligated to do so. I talked Sirius into coming because Slughorn had been trying to get him to come for years, and I made Remus my plus one. So for the first time ever, we were all at the party.”

“So it was the last party of the year?” Harry asked.

“Um, well, no,” you laughed, “it was the last party we were invited to. Let's just say your godfather thought it would be funny to enchant the ice sculptures to chase Lucius Malfoy around the dance floor. I'll admit, watching that stupid blonde ninny run screaming from a rapidly melting octopus to the tune of a classical string quartet was pretty entertaining, though Slughorn obviously felt otherwise.”

Harry chuckled, clearly seeing the spark of mischief in Sirius' eyes, even through a photo. As Harry's gaze drifted across the page, he noticed an empty space near the corner of the book. A discolored square remained where a photo should have been, the caption reading 'Christmas, 1976.' As he saw the way you ran your fingers lightly across the page, he decided against asking you what used to be there. He instead turned his attention to the next photograph, which was one taken in an all too familiar setting.

“Hold on,” Harry said, pointing to the picture, “that's the Gryffindor common room!”

“Sure is,” you grinned, “that secret passage from the dungeons to Gryffindor tower went from being used purely for pranking purposes to a way for us to actually hang out together at night.”

You stared down at the photograph fondly. You all looked so much older than the first pictures. You and James were lounging on the couch, not bothering to hide the overly full glasses of firewhiskey in your hands. Sirius and Remus were sitting on pillows on the floor, caught in the middle of a fit of laughter before all four of you turned to the camera which flashed. A pang of hurt and anger hit you square in the chest as it did. Peter had been the one taking the photo.

“I remember this day,” you said, an expression Harry couldn't quite figure out on your face, “it was the night before graduation. Our last night at Hogwarts. . .”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1978 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A giggle rose in your throat as you took yet another drink of firewhiskey with James and Sirius, something that Remus insisted you were going to regret come morning.

“Oh, don't be suck a stickler, Moony,” Sirius guffawed, “tonight's the night! This time tomorrow we'll be packing up camp and heading out into the great unknown.” He made an expansive gesture with his hand that was cut off promptly by James smacking him upside the head.

“I'll brew a pepperup potion tomorrow if anyone really needs it,” you assured Remus.

“Not really the point, (Y/n),” he rolled his eyes.

As you leaned back to look at the four of them, all grinning like idiots and laughing, you felt a strange sense of sadness come over you. This was your last night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the place you had spent most of your life and where you had met the people you could no longer imagine that life without. As the reality of that fact sunk in, you grew quiet.

“Everything's going to be different after tomorrow, isn't it?” you said.

The boys looked surprised at your sudden and intense declaration, and James was the first to break the tension you'd created.

“Aww, Fangs is getting all sentimental,” he grinned, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“I will toss you out this window, Prongs.”

He laughed, poking you in the cheek, his smile only widening as you huffed in annoyance.

“It won't be different,” he promised, more serious but with that smile ever present on his face, “we'll still be friends. We'll still be a pack. And besides, after we graduate we could go. . . well, anywhere together! Just think, the five greatest heroes Hogwarts has ever seen, going on top secret missions from Dumbledore, saving the world!”

“It'll be dangerous, James,” you said, “there's a war going on, remember?”

“What war could ever break us up, huh?” he said reassuringly. You felt your heart swell at the remark. “And besides, you're gonna have to see me next year for the wedding anyways! Lily wanted it sometime in Spring.”

“. . .”

“WEDDING?!” you, Sirius, Remus, and Peter screeched, practically in unison as if it had been planned and rehearsed. Chaos erupted in the room, and you couldn't care less if you woke everyone in Gryffindor tower.

“You sly git, when were you gonna tell us?!” Sirius whacked his friend over the head with the map.

“I just did!” James said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, “And ow, Merlin, Pads. . .”

“You hit me first!”

“I can't believe you just dropped that on us,” you said, “Lily actually agreed to this?”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” James huffed.

“Hey, I'm just saying you tend to drift off into fantasy land when it comes to her,” you said, putting your hands up in mock surrender, “I was just making sure this was rooted in reality.”

Remus laughed at that, lifting the needle on his record gently.

“They have a point,” he chuckled.

“Yes, I actually proposed, and yes she actually agreed,” James said, a lovesick smile on his face, “I wanted to get married pretty soon after we graduated, and she had no problem with that. She said she'd want to start a family—”

“Oh GOD,” Sirius said, drunken horror on his face.

“An actual nightmare,” you joined in playfully, “imagine another one of you running around. Even Lily's DNA couldn't balance that out.”

“Alright, that's it,” James said, “you're not gonna be godparents anymore.”

“I'd be terrible at that anyways,” Sirius chortled.

“I disagree,” James said earnestly, and the comment struck Sirius completely off guard. He chocked up the welling tears in his eyes to the alcohol, taking another sip to mask it.

“You're going soft, Prongsy,” he grumbled.

“Look who's talking, tough guy,” James laughed, clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

“We should take a picture,” Peter suggested quietly, turning red when everyone stopped what they were doing to face him, “I-I mean, since (Y/n) was worried about things changing, and we're all graduating, a-and who knows when—”

“Good thinking Wormtail,” James beamed, pulling you closer and leaning down towards Sirius and Remus so you could all be in the frame.

Peter was looking down at his shoes, fidgeting with his wand.

“Peter, you don't wanna get in the picture?” you asked.

The large framed boy jumped at your voice, looking nervously between the people he had come to know as his friends. There was an oddly fearful look in his eyes that left as soon as it came— a look you wouldn't understand until years later.

“N-no, that's alright,” he said.

And that was one of the last peaceful days of your life you could recall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I haven't even thought about these in the longest time,” you said, staring at the faded photos, “it's crazy to look back on them. It feels both like yesterday and a hundred years ago.”

The next page immediately summoned a lump in your throat.

“This was their wedding,” you said, fighting to keep your voice level, “the year after we graduated.”

Harry looked down at the dozens of photos of the ceremony and party that took place after; James at the altar in his burgundy and gold embroidered suit, and Lily walking down the isle with a bouquet full of the flowers that shared her name. Remus raising a champagne flute to the large crowd of guests as he made a heartfelt speech. You and Sirius dancing under the floating lanterns made to mimic the Hogwarts ceiling.

“Your father never was one for subtlety,” you laughed lightly, “he wanted the ceremony to be as extravagant as possible. He pulled out all the stops. . . and then, the very next year, they announced that they were going to have you.”

You looked up at Harry, and the resemblance he shared with two of your closest late friends conjured feelings of happiness, love, and deep, cutting sadness all at the same time.

Your fingers moved to turn the page, wanting to move on to something else, but you froze as you saw the edge of the next one. So much for that plan.

“I think that's enough for now,” you said quickly, smoothing the page back down, “the others will be arriving soon for the meeting, you best get washed up.”

Harry was curious, of course, but he nodded, not wanting to press for anything else as he reluctantly headed back upstairs.

When you were left alone with the photo book you sighed, bringing yourself to turn the page to see a picture of you and Severus. You were beaming at the camera, proudly holding out your perfectly brewed Draught of Living Death, the photo having been taken by Slughorn to put up on his famous wall. One of your arms held the cauldron haphazardly, the other slung around Severus' shoulders. He certainly wasn't displaying your level of enthusiasm, but a small smile graced his expression, allowing his lips to fully curve upwards, which was as close to 'beaming' as he ever got. He looked so much younger— less burdened.

Right next to that photo was an older one from 1973. It was one you had taken from the top of the oak tree, with Severus and Lily looking up at you. You knew he'd be here soon, and you knew you should talk to him, but you found yourself stuck back in the cycle of doubting every opening spiel you came up with.

You groaned in frustration, snapping the book shut and resting your forehead on the table as stress flooded your being. You refused to live in this perpetual state of dwelling on what happened. You were ready to talk, you just had to take the first step.

Chapter 9 coming soon!

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Kaz Brekker x Reader - Your What?! Part 1/2 (Soulmate au)

A/n: So I can't believe I'm doing this but... This a soulmate au! With Kaz fucking Brekker! I'm just going to cry in the corner now... I also decided to split this into two parts, so part 2 will be out tomorrow!

Warnings: language, mentions of trauma, mentions of the menagerie, mentions of death, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: You and the crows are on a mission and your soulmate mark starts burning

All rights go to Leigh Bardugo, Netflix, and you! I just own the plot!

Soulmates are the bane of my existence.

You can say otherwise, tell me that I live in a wonderful world to have a chance to even meet my true love or whatever. Personally, I think it's bullshit.

Come on! Most people probably don't even meet their soulmate because the whole system is stupid! Maybe it was different billions of years ago when people couldn't have the same initials but now it's not about the initials.

It's about the pain.

Knowing the initials is just a slight sign to help you along your journey. The pain where those initials are is what it really is.

When your soulmate is hurt or in danger you mark will burn. Depending on the level of how much pain or danger they will be in it could feel like a mosquito bite... Or feel like your getting stabbed multiple times.

In my opinion well really... I don't give two fucks about it. It is what it is but the worst part about soulmate marks is when the person dies.

So when your soulmate is going to die, or is VERY close to death your soulmate mark fill start to flicker. Apparently it's worse then the normal pain you face with soulmates. When the person dies though...

In the case that your soulmate dies, the mark will slowly fade away causing you excruciating pain that could last YEARS. (Dramatic I know.)

That's what I used to think anyways.

When my sister finally escaped the menagerie I was ecstatic, but then she got dragged into the whole 'ice court heist,' so that was fun. In the time that everything happened I eventually got dragged down with her when Ketterdam was on lock down looking for criminals.

Then I found my soulmate.

Kaz fucking Brekker. Or Kaz Rietveld would be more correct, I guess.

After the whole heist was finally over we decided that fine, we could bond and we did. Being us, we didn't tell anyone not to stir up trouble, (we both had enemies) and because Inej Ghafa was my sister. Her and the others would be very protective of me.

Not like they can stop me though.

"Y/n." I snapped my head to look up to Kaz and he raise's an eyebrow at me.

"Don't kill Pekka." I roll my eyes at him. Since Kaz did tell me about his past I told him if he wouldn't kill Pekka I would.

Or at least his son.

I sigh. "Fine but don't expect me to give him a fucking birthday present."

"I never said you had too." Kaz says blankly and I almost grit my teeth together at the thought of Kaz having no emotions. Wow, people really don't know him. Though I guess that's the point.

The Crows and I start walking towards the warehouse-club and Kaz walks with me step by step. That must means he's worried because most times he doesn't even look at me when we're on a job to not show weakness.

Shit.

I brush my hand quickly up against Kaz's gloved ones and I give him a nod.

A promise.

A promise to make it out alive as long as he does. I step back and lower my pace so I'm not leading with Kaz anymore and I fall into pace with Inej and Nina.

My mind goes to when Kaz found out I was his soulmate. I had found out on when he went on a mission one time and I just... Didn't tell him.

*Flashback*

The walls of the Crow club all the sudden become suffocating as I stare intently at Kaz. I spin on my heels and dash out the doors tears filling my eyes. I don't even know where I'm running, I just needed to escape out of the Crow Club.

I need to escape the disappointment.

I slide down onto the wall of the alleyway feeling like a fool. How could I have ever thought someone like Kaz could love me. Regardless of the soulmate mark he didn't even know about.

I sense a someone is in front of me and I go to lift my head up and a man has me at gun point. I go to grab my knives. Shit. I curse every saint ever in existence. They aren't there. I don't even have a gun.

Bare fists I guess it is for me.

We turn in a circle and he clicks the safety off his gun and in a split second I duck when I hear a short, boom!

I growl in pain as a bullet goes through my shoulder and he goes to shoot again and...

BANG!

The man drops dead to the floor.

I turn around and behind me is Kaz holding a gun, but his face is in pain and worry is there as well, spread across his face more plainly then I had ever seen before.

"Your my soulmate." He mutters and I barely hear it. My chest heaves and I just nod my head not being able to speak.

He come's over and pause's right in front of me, just a foot away. Slowly, he takes off his gloves and he nervously takes my hand and laces our fingers together.

Then we start walking back to the Crow Club.

To a new future. Together.

*Flashback over*

"What do you even have against Pekka Rollins anyways, Y/n?" Inej questions me as we speed-walk to the warehouse where some Dime Lions are stirring up trouble.

My brain scrabbles to put something together but I have always been a efficient liar. No offense to my sister she's fantastic at what she does, but lying had never really been her thing.

"Rollins is a barrel boss." I shrug my shoulders seemingly uncaring even though there is so much more layers to it. But I guess I'm not lying.

Yet.

"So is Kaz." Nina points out but I already planed for that response.

"And we're dregs. Pekka is a big barrel boss, he scares off people from coming to the dregs. It's a problem and it's getting on our ass's." I grumble.

"I didn't know it mattered to you that much." Inej states. I wanted to scream in her face. He killed Kaz's brother! He almost killed Kaz! He creates monsters where ever he goes and tries to control them like caged lab rats! But I couldn't do that, so furiously I snap at her.

"Well it should to me, it's my job."

Nina and my sister both look at me weirdly, oh crap. They don't know I have basically the same authority as Kaz. Fuck.

*Flashback*

"Why give me a promotion? Isn't there other people who could use it? Who would do better than me?" I ask Kaz as he goes through the papers on his desk.

"I wouldn't trust anyone else to do it." He looks up to me and starts to get out of his desk. He goes to the door but before he can open it I grab his arm.

"I basically have the same power over the dregs that you do. I don't think that's a good thing."

Kaz just shrugs his shoulders and opens the door.

"What's a king without his queen Y/n?"

*Flashback over*

"Wait what?" Nina asks confused.

At least it goes off the topic of me hating Pekka Rollins with everything I have. Internally I sigh at my foolishness, I had only accepted Kaz's request recently, so no one really knew who was helping him out all the time.

*Flashback*

"Nemesis." The man whispers as I circle around him using the blinding light and the darkness to my advantage.

"Yes, and I get to decide if you live or die. Tell me, did you kill that little girl - Oh what was her name? Sarah was it?" I say loudly my voice confident and dangerous.

"No-no!" The sleaze ball yells and I throw one of my knives at his hand. The knife goes through his hand sticking it to the wall. The man screams out in pain.

"Liar." I hiss.

"Fine! Fine! I killed her!" He manages to scream out. "I killed her." He sobs as he says those three words again.

"Good." I say as I secretly pull a knife out behind my back into my right hand.

"I will grant you mercy." I whisper into his ear.

"Oh thank you!" The man sobs. "Thank you!"

I quickly slit his throat and he chokes on his blood for a few second and horror frames his face, before he falls to the ground.

Dead.

I hear a click of a cane and I whip my head around to face the one and only Dirtyhands.

"You know killing him was accepting my offer, right?"

"I know." I don't have to look at him to know a small smile that has become reversed for me, is sitting on his face.

Then I remember what he said to me when he first gave the offer. I turn to face him as I try to hide my smirk, and I look at him right in the eye.

"My Crow king."

And I turned and walk away.

*Flashback over*

"Well-" I start to say but I'm cut off from Jesper's very excited 'we're here!' Thank the saints though, because it gives me time to escape they're questions for now.

"You all know the plan."

Nina puts her hands on her hips. "Only the parts you deem important enough for us to know."

I nearly snort and a small smile grace's my lips. They really have no idea, well obviously some idea being that the ice court heist existed.

Kaz rolls his eyes and makes a go motion.

Inej goes to slip through the shadows but before she's totally gone I make eye contact with her before she leaves. It clearly says our conversation is not over and stay safe.

I suck in a breath, I always hate it when I have to say goodbye to anyone. Especially when that some person could die.

Running over to back of the warehouse, I pull my hood up trying to be the most concealed that I can be.

Wylan is going with Jesper to go make a distraction so they'll be going through the front doors. Nina will be going to go flirt to go get some extra info, perhaps steal some things on the way and wiggle her way into the top floor where the Dime Lions are. Matthias and Kaz will be going together with them posing as the warehouse-club guards. Inej will be going through the roof, while I'll be going through the back.

In the end everyone will get to the top floor so we can exterminate some Dime Lions, and get into the vault where a whole bunch of kruge is. Hopefully there will be enough so I can put my share's with Inej's so she can get that upgrade on her boat that she needs. It's not like I'm going to use the money to do anything useful, she deserved it and plus I intended to stay with this city.

I silently slide sneakily into the window, coming out of the other end with a knife in my hands. If I have learned one thing from living in Ketterdam, it's that you can never be too prepared.

I stay close to the wall as I see someone roll down the rope-ladder. I grin to myself,

Right on time Inej.

I climb up the ladder without fear of falling down even if the ladder was just made out of rope. I get to the top and Inej offers me a hand and I take it.

The top floor is basically empty except for some Dime Lions henchmen that are laying around, dead or knocked out.

Then, I guess there is also the vault full of kruge.

I look around the room everyone is here except for-

Kaz.

"Where's Kaz?"

Matthias looks a bit uncomfortable and guilty as he shifts nervously on his two feet.

"He said he had to take care of something and to just go."

I sigh, well I know he isn't in danger... Yet. My heart is screaming for me to go after him, but it wouldn't look good for Dirtyhands or Nemesis. Knowing Kaz he's probably fine, he would just want me to open this vault I guess.

The fact that my soulmate mark isn't burning is probably also a clear sign that he's fine.

Get yourself together Y/n.

"Can we open the vault without him?"

The others look mildly surprised at my response (excluding Nina, and my sister).

"You might be able to do it, your one of the best lock pickers there is. Only second to Brekker." Nina states.

I bit my lip and start to walk over to the vault. I let my hand fall over the lock. I let it feel the certain gears and the parts that make up the lock.

The shank of the lock would be easy enough to undo with some man strength to help pull that open. Though that would be the last step - I need to stop thinking too far ahead.

It's a very simple lock that any petty thief could probably do in 32 seconds flat. Besides the fact that it was absolutely ginormous to fit over a fucking vault.

"Inej I'm going to need some help!" I yell across the room to my sister who is in the shadows on a look out, to make sure no ones coming here.

She comes and strolls over to stand beside me. I put my hand up the lock, and I grab one bar and I move it to the side but I hold it there with my hands.

"Can you find the bar to the left and pull it up once?"

Inej does and I hear a huge click! ring through the room.

"We should wait for Kaz till we open it." Inej states and I nod my head in agreement.

"So while we wait." Nina start's talking... Oh no, that can't be good. "We should maybe share the fact that Y/n is Kaz's second hand!"

Angry courses of what! come throughout the room.

"The fuck does Kaz think with putting you in all that danger!" Jesper yells and I see Matthias nod along with him.

"I'm already in danger most of the times I'm Inej's sister!"

"You should have told us!" Nina shoots back.

"You guys are really talking about this while were on a heist!" I shoot back.

My soulmate mark starts to tingle a bit but I ignore it, being that this conversation will most likely take a lot of energy.

"It still puts you in unnecessary danger." Inej and Wylan point out.

Fury rakes through my body. Who are they to tell me that's it's 'dangerous'?! I live in fucking Ketterdam!

"I don't know if you haven't noticed, but I'm not a doll! I can take care of myself! And you can't say anything because 60% percent of you guys don't even fucki- Ahhh!" A string of curse leave my mouth as I collapse against the vault.

"Y/n!"

To be continued...

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