#then again THIS is her face when a cute tall british boy calls her 'madam' and her guy friends tease her about it

[agir1ukn0w]

not that anyone cares but the fact that this is what Nami's face looks like right after Sanji flirts with her is making me very happy

[redrosesartcabin]

Self indulgent series part 1

At home where everything seems fine

(Kenji x female reader, first perspective) (This story was originally written for me about me, which is why it’s called the self indulgent series. But because I’ve written so god damn much I decided to edit it a little, edit some things out as well etc and share some of it with you, I hope you’ll enjoy it!)

The horrors were over.

Where day after day, week after week we had to fight for our survival.

It was finally over.

Setting foot on land was a dream come true for us all, though it was also a heart wrenching goodbye as we went off home.

We had longed for home for so long, but we had also found a family in our new friends.

I especially felt that Kenji took the goodbye hard. Maybe even the hardest.

After all this time I knew all too well, that despite all the wealth he has, despite all the things he owns and the comfort he enjoys in life, there was no family he was going home to.

He was an only child with no known mother in the picture and an absent father. It tore me apart as I had to release him from the tight hug he had me in. It was the kind of hug that begged you to never let go. But I had to. My family was waiting. I had that luck.

I turned around with pain in my heart for him but the utmost joy as I saw my parents and siblings with tears in their eyes, seeing their long-lost daughter and sister alive and well.

I felt infinite warmth as they brought me into their embrace and we finally went home.

 Before going home, we had told each other’s socials (none of us remembered our phone number after all that time) so we would stay in touch.

In the beginning we would talk to each other every day whenever possible for us. We all had a hard time especially when it came to getting into daily school life again, since we had to start over with the grade we had already started and thus weren’t with our old friends again, who had on top of that moved on as they had thought we had died and thus it was hard to reconnect.

Luckily, we all somehow found new connections again (many people took pity in us for what we had lived through) and we could move on.

As we did, so did our chatting.

No: of course, we didn’t lose contact. We were all a second family to each other and there was no way in hell we’d ever be able to live without each other ever again. Not after what we’ve been through.

We however lost the need to tell each other every little thing and could live on our own. Much like when a child moves out from their parent’s house. The child is used to seeing their parent every single day so the parents (if they are good parents that is) will feel the need that the child writes them every day and the child will feel the need to write and connect every day. But as they learn to be independent, they will lose their need to be connected to their parent and the parents will start trusting the child and not need them to write every day or all the time.

That was the case with us all: Except when it came to Kenji and me.

 As unbelievable as it would’ve seemed in the past, we both became best friends. We would send each other stupid memes and laugh about animal videos and Tiktok or vine compilations on Youtube, or, on the other hand of the spectrum, we’d talk through the nightmares we sometimes had about what we lived through and the permanent trauma our time in Jurassic World had caused us. Somehow, we felt the most comfortable talking to each other about that as well as laughing about the same things.

We seemed to have a similar psyche, despite him being extroverted whilst I was introverted and him acting like a jerk to appear cool, whilst I would often refrain from talking and try to appear cold so people wouldn’t know who I was.

But on the insight, when you’d look past that outer shell, it turns out we are very similar people with very similar views. Kind of an opposites attract thing where we both had qualities that we both could benefit from and grow together as a person whilst holding the same principals and morals.

Though quicker than I could blink, that opposites attract thing turned into a huge, massive, enormous, gigantic crush.

 I should’ve known that this would happen. Right after I figured it out for myself, I just had to groan. I had always found him very pretty, though I would’ve never admitted that: He had enough of an ego, I didn’t need to feed into that act any more than necessary.

During our adventurous time on the dino-island, I hadn’t had too much time to think about my own feelings. But now that I was safe again in my comfortable home, I had finally realized my dreaded crush.

I didn’t dread it, because it was him. I didn’t even dread it too much because we didn’t live in the same place (though that was quite annoying too). I dreaded it mostly, because of the simple fact that I probably wasn’t his type. And I hated that my first deep friendship with a boy had turned my head upside down after all. But he was just too beautiful not to crush on.

Or maybe I was even in love.

And so, I kept on dreading it, until one crazy day.

 I was exiting my school around lunch time on Friday, idly chatting with a bunch of my newfound friends, when I detected a helicopter on the schoolyard.

“No way”, I whispered

“Might that be your little rich boyfriend?”, one of my girl friends asked me teasingly

“Oh shut it”, I gave her a jab in the side but had to giggle nonetheless.

And indeed, it was him. I mean: What other person would make such a grand arrival on a schoolyard?

Kenji had seemed to have detected me and got out of the helicopter.

“Y/Nnnnnnn”, Kenji yelled, stretching my name as he did

“Kenji!”, I screamed back and ran into his arms he opened wide for a loving embrace.

I didn’t care that everyone was looking or that they thought we both were lovers and that this might be a tad bit embarrassing and overboard: I had missed him too much to give a damn.

“Kenj’ my dude, what are you doing here?”, I asked, getting out of our embrace to take a good look at him. He was well dressed and styled as always.

“Sightseeing”, he answered with a sarcastic undertone which made me raise an eyebrow (I of course knew why he was here, it was a rhetorical question), “…Visiting you of course”, he explained anyways, “can’t I miss my best friend?”, he asked and I could feel my cheeks grow red.

Yes… best friend.

“Of course,”, I smiled back, “I missed you too, ya dingus. Though why did you come with the helicopter? Don’t you think it’s a little…much?”

“Well first of all: No, never. Secondly: It’s faster to fly here with the heli, and thirdly: I talked to your parents and they agreed you can come to my crib for the weekend”

“Really? You’re not messing with me?!”

“I swear”, he said, lifting his hand to make the swearing sign to show his uncrossed fingers, “and if you still don’t believe me you can just check your phone”, he added as he had pledged is truthfulness.

I tucked it out of my backpack and there it was: A message from my mom wishing me a good time over at Kenji’s. Plus informing me she had packed me a little luggage that Kenji already had in his helicopter. I wrote her thanks and a heart before facing Kenji again with a content smile.

“Ok then: What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”, I laughed, “Later you guys!”, I turned around to my friends who were giving me cheeky smiles and a thumbs up.

 The flight lasted three hours in total. Though it felt like no time at all as Kenji and I caught up on things. And even when we were done with that, we found a way to talk about anything and nothing at all or sometimes even just sit there in a comfortable silence and looking out of the window. I had never flown in a helicopter and was in constant awe of it all. Kenji had made a little bit fun of that and called it “cute” which however made me fluster more than anything else. Him calling anything I do cute just made the butterflies in my stomach swirl like crazy.

 We arrived on top of a huge roof that had a designated helicopter landing spot.

“Wow damn. Your house really is big!”

“Y/N: That’s the helicopter Garage”

“WHAT”

As we got out a tall man in a black suit, who carried my luggage, accompanied us through a trap door on the ground down to a huge hall with several helicopters in different colors and sizes.

My mouth was wide agape as I looked at it all.

“And where in the ever-loving f*ck is your real house then?”, I asked

“We are gonna be brought there by the limo in a sec”, he explained as casually as someone saying they were going grocery shopping.

Though that was probably more unusual for anyone in his family than it was for me to drive in a limousine.

 We got out of the garage and waited on a small patio. Only a couple of seconds after we had exited, surely enough, a pitch black, perfectly cleaned limo appeared. A chauffeur exited the driver side opening the door, way in the back, “welcome Sir Kenji and Madame. Please enter”, he said in a very British accent and motioned us to get into the car.

“Wow” is all I could say at first but then could muster up a “thank you” without sounding too flabbergasted.

 The drive from the helicopter Garage to the actual house (if you could call it that) was only a couple of minutes, but boy what a couple of minutes!

I was looking out of the window yet again. This time I was looking at a huge, very well groomed, garden. It had huge rose bushes, ponds with statues spewing water, a maze… just like you’d imagine the garden of a king to look like.

“Kenji: This is batshit insane. You live in a freaking palace!”, I exclaimed.

“Well: Did you think I was exaggerating when I said I was filthy rich?”

“Yes! Kinda!”, I answered, feeling my voice heighten, still not being able to process the sight before me, “it’s hard to believe that people can live like that”.

At that he just laughed, and we kept on just enjoying our company in silence.

 And finally, we truly arrived.

We were let out again by the chauffeur. As I exited, I noticed a red carpet being rolled out in front of me.

I turned to Kenji arching an eyebrow at him.

“A red carpet? Really?”

“What? I just wanted the lady to feel welcome”, he grinned, and I couldn’t but laugh and feel my cheeks redden again.

I everted my eyes from his, because of how flustered I got, but mostly to look at the house… or well: Mansion.

It was a very modern construction. Mostly white and looking futuristic. It was the kind of construction you’d expect a man, owning one or the other huge corporation, to have.

It was almost a disappointing contrast to the old seeming garden, but it was impressive nonetheless. I felt like I had jumped forward in time to the year 2030 or something.

After analyzing the mansion for a bit, we walked towards the dark gray double door that was opened by what seemed to be a sort of butler.

I was now faced with the entrance hall. It was all paved with a grave shiny stone and had a big, golden chandelier on the exaggeratedly high ceiling. In the back of the hall were two gray stairways going up to the left and right with glass barriers. On the front were clothe holders made of ebony wood and hanging hooks made out of fine steel.

“If this visit gets anymore incredible, I’m gonna faint”, I whispered

“Please don’t, ‘cause it will get better, but I’m glad you like it”, he whispered back, and I giggled like a little schoolgirl.

 Honestly, I could go on and on about everything he showed me in that building, but that would probably be twenty pages long, so I’m going to summarize with bullet points:

 ·      The west wing, like in Beauty and the Beast, is off limits: Except it’s because Kenji’s father was working there and harboring some kinda lab or something. A little shady if you ask me but I didn’t further question that

·      The east wing is full of fun rooms: A swimming pool room, a swimming pool patio outside together with a Shakuzi, a small private cinema room and of course, deep down in the cellar (at least he calls it that, for me it feels more like a casino), the bowling alley.

We spent the most time there, playing round after round where I didn’t let him win. Funny enough (though not the haha kind of funny) he almost cried tears of joy as he lost against me

·      The middle part, one could say, had the entrance hall, the kitchen, as well as the living room that had a ginormous couch and a huge 3D Tv with a Nintendo, Xbox and the newest Playstation. We played a couple of games in which I always lost because my parents never allowed me to have a gaming console and thus I was a bit inexperienced with most of the games, except in the case of U-sing: I played that with my ex best friend from primary school when we were little, plus I have a good voice whilst Kenji, well… he could work on his vocals. We however had fun either way.

·      And the third segment is the upper rooms with three bathrooms (one of which was Kenji’s), a spa room, a sauna and the bedrooms (that were strangely far apart from each other. A very bad gut feeling told me, that was on purpose).

 As we arrived in Kenji’s room, I already saw my small red suitcase laying on the white, very comfortable looking carpet. It was one of those carpets with the long white fur like texture. I sometimes wondered what hid amongst the long fur, but knew in Kenji’s case, this room was kept squeaky clean by his father’s staff so I wouldn’t have to worry about that.

‘The guy cares a little I guess’, I thought as my thoughts wandered to Kenji’s father.

 Kenji’s room itself indicated no personality at all. It was extremely odd. It looked like it came right out of a magazine. It had a big bed (usually such a bed a married couple in their 40’s would have), a white, of course, big wardrobe, a black colored dresser with a less impressive, yet still pretty modern Tv and another small dresser beside the bed, that had a very boring looking nighttime lamp on it where you could regulate the light by tapping on the bottom part. And a couple of steps away, parallel to the entrance door, was a big glass wall with an integrated door which led to a wooden balcony that had a small table, two chairs and a sun-umbrella.

‘Or maybe’, I continued the thought from before, ‘he simply cares about his son’s image’.

 “Nice room”, I said, so it wouldn’t seem suspicious that I wasn’t as exited this time about what I saw. But I hate hiding the truth and when I try doing what I hate, I don’t come off as a good liar. So, one can imagine: He noticed my hesitation.

“Is something wrong y/n?”, he asked, genuinely concerned, “is there something in here you don’t like? I can remove-“

“No”, I interrupted him, “there is nothing wrong with it. That’s just the thing: It’s immaculate”

“And why is that… bad?”, he asked a bit confused. Not angry confused, but just plain old confused. I felt sorry for him: I simply just think too deeply about things sometimes.

“It’s not bad”, I answered, “I’d just say its extremely weird: Don’t you have any posters you wanna hang up? Or pictures? Photographies of memories with your friends? Books or magazines you like to have at your bedside? It’s just: You have so much personality, I sometimes fear you’ll implode if you fail to show it even for a second. I can’t imagine that you don’t want to decorate your room in any way at all”

“But what if I do?”, Kenji asked, though his confused expression had turned into a cold glare that made me wish he would look confused again. I felt a lump built in my throat and my heart race in fear. Not because I was scared of him: But more so of what he was trying to hide by pretending.

“Kenji”, I said softly, letting a concerned frown adorn my face, “it’s ok. I’m your best friend. You can talk to me about it. And before you ask: I know what this is all about as much as you know that I know. But I won’t say it because at the end of the day, it’s your choice, but just know: I’m there for you, I won’t judge”

There was a moment of deafening silence as Kenji seemed to contemplate whether he should react defensive and angry, that I brought it up, or tell the truth.

I was glad when I could visibly see his guard drop as he looked at me with saddened eyes.

It was heartbreaking, but I’d rather have that than a stupid fight. I’d rather have that, than him being arrogant and prideful, trying to push me away as he had in the very beginning in Jurassic World.

He sat down on his bed, and I right beside him, looking at him concerned as he stared on the floor.

“You’re right: It is because of my father.”, he began, “You see: He wants me to become like him. Keep the business going. I’m like the first born to a king. And so, he decided there was no room for me to be too much of an individual at some point. He wanted not only the house to always look presentable in case one of his strange buddies appeared, but also for me to start being presentable. It only got worse after I failed algebra. He pushed the role of being him more.

My father might not be the worst: He does gift me a lot of things, makes sure my room is clean and that I get transported to whatever place I want with whatever vehicle I want and buys me whatever I desire. But it’s a disguise, you see? Trying to cover up that I’m just a trophy. Just the predecessor. He wants me to favor and admire him so that I will be him one day. He doesn’t care about me like a dad cares about his son. We are no family”, his voice got quiet as he tried hiding his tears. I said nothing and decided to just embrace him. I felt him become weak in my arms and sob so touchingly, I almost cried with him.

 A few minutes passed before his crying became hiccups and eventually quieted down.

“I’m sorry”, I murmured, “I shouldn’t have brought this up”

“No”, he answered, his voice still veiled in a layer of sadness, “it felt good. I haven’t cried like this in years. Thank you”

“You’re welcome”, I softly spoke back. I was glad he had relieved himself of that sadness he had seemed to hold in. I also immediately felt that this had also been the thing to finally have us come closer.

 After that, we figured we watch something lighthearted to cheer us up again.

It was a rom com called ‘L.A. story’ we both found very amusing.

Though at some point, as the love story came to its highpoint, I noticed my mind drifting away into a side space in my brain, where suddenly the main characters were him and me.

 My cheeks reddened for the third time that day (I almost feared he’d think I got a fever) and I could swear I felt his hand in mine… wait.

Was that real?

My gaze travelled from the screen to my hand and really: His hand was in mine.

Was that an accident or intentional?

‘Screw it! It’s now or never’, I thought as I felt daring for once.

I inched closer and leaned onto his shoulder. My heart was racing a hundred miles per hour it seemed as I waited for what his reaction would be. At first, he got stiff, but then everything happened at once and it happened fast. He lifted his head to look at me and I looked back into his deep, dark brown eyes and in one motion he leaned in and… kissed me.

At first, I couldn’t believe it, I was frozen in place, but soon enough before it could get awkward for him, I leaned in as well. Though I decided to just stay put and let my lips feel his carefully: It was my first kiss after all, I didn’t want to ruin it by getting sloppy.

We staid like that for a couple of seconds before deciding to part.

 “You like me too?”, is the first thing I asked, amazed by what just happened.

“What are you talking about? I’ve liked you since I saw you! You are the one who likes me too”, he answered. My eyes first widened but then I couldn’t but laugh out loud.

“And I always thought I wasn’t your type”, I admitted flustered at his words.

“Really? You are a pretty, talented girl with a super nice personality and you didn’t think you were my type?”

“I mean, I always assumed you’d be more into the mermaid type”, at that he raised an eyebrow and let out a sigh with a single laugh

“You are mermaid enough for me y/n”, he said, cupping my face with his right hand, putting a hair strand behind my right ear, “you are better, even”

...

[littleredroseonthevalley]

Dwell Time

Summary: Demobilisation was always a difficult occasion for Oliver. He had no-one to return to. This time, it might be different.

Rating: K+ - Suitable for more mature childen, 9 years and older, with minor action violence without serious injury. May contain mild coarse language. Should not contain any adult themes.

Words: 2900

Notes: I rarely do AUs. It’s not really my métier. Let’s see how that’ll turn out.

Oliver always dreaded the moment they walked off the plane. He has done this many times before, but it always made him anxious and sad.

As the Captain announced the impending landing at London Heathrow, the knots in his stomach twisted just a bit tighter. He had to take a deep, cleansing breath to loosen those knots and the tense set of his shoulders.

He knew they would receive a hero's welcome. There was always cheering and gratitude when soldiers returned home from deployment from overjoyed family members and well-wishers. This time they had been gone for two years, and many of his crewmates were preparing to meet their children or new family members. The air was thick with excitement, it was nice.

No, that part was okay with Oliver. The respectful faces of every one present lifted his spirits. All those people made him feel like he was doing something right in his life; that he was making a difference in the world. Or at least the lives of his brothers and sisters in arms.

What really got to him was the moment that all the families converged and the care was palpable. He was happy for his unit, everyone made it back and was embracing their loved ones, but he was also envious. There was never anyone waiting for Oliver. The loneliness never seemed so bad until you are the only one standing alone amid joyous shouts and tears of happiness without someone to pick you up from the airport.

Born to an aristocratic family from Dorset, his mother died when he was three and his father never really cared for his child. As soon as he was able, Lord Cochrane shipped his son to Gordonstoun, and he could count on one hand the times they met ever since. Surrounded by the who’s who of British society, he could not find himself and never had many friends growing up. An orphan and a natural loner, he only relied on himself.

Oliver learned early in life that others were only out for themselves. Under the oppressive atmosphere at the boarding school and the deceiving colleagues, he kept to himself, watched his back after that and spent his time with his books and learning. He was not going to be stuck in that hell forever; he vowed to get out.

After being shown the door on his 18th birthday and high school graduation, before he could even take the train back to southern England, Oliver took a chance on himself at an enlistment booth in Aberdeen.

He signed his life away on the dotted line and had been a soldier ever since. He finally learned what it was to rely on others and have them believe and rely on you. Every minute of every day during basic training, Oliver's thought processes were being rewired.

Gone was the "I look out for only me" mentality. In its place was the “We look out for each other" mantra. Every training exercise was focused on making the unit work together. Hell Week was 7 days of being in the field with a 150 pound pack and miles of running every day. Oliver finally saw how much his unit had become the brothers and sisters he never had when on the last leg of their journey, he took a bad fall and could not walk without support. They all gladly helped him the last few miles to camp and razzed him to keep his spirits up. It was humbling and he never took it for granted.

His current rank was Captain and he was in the field wherever his brothers were. Oliver had a sharp mind and was exceptional at raw data analysis. At least that is what the army called it. Oliver just always trusted his gut; that undefinable knowing that something was right or wrong.

This aptitude developed as the bearings of a very mischievous, observant child. Oliver always knew the best ways to get in and out of trouble. He took pride in getting all his guys home after every tour.

Back to the present, he felt an acute ache in his heart for what he saw all around him. Fathers, children, mothers, lovers, overjoyed to see their significant others, as they walked out to thunderous applause. He could feel his world shrinking again. Just like that, he was back to his childhood of watching from the side-lines, aching for the day it was his turn.

Oliver paused to send up a quick prayer of gratitude and watched the reunions. His friend Charlie was kissing her bride. They had been married a few weeks before the unit got the orders to go. He knew she would give him a ride to where he would be staying or invite him to a welcome home barbeque at her in-laws. Oliver definitely did not want to intrude on their reunion, though. They may have been married a couple years now, but they were definitively still newlyweds.

His other friend Edward was seeing his baby boy for the first time in the flesh. His girlfriend, Patricia, had found out she was pregnant a couple months after they were shipped out.

Times like these made him feel so alone, even in a crowded airport. It seemed like he would always be alone.

Well, alone in the sense of having that permanent home in another's soul anyway. At 1,90m tall, with short, slightly curly, golden blonde hair and green eyes, Oliver was never lonely for a bed partner. His posh English accent was just icing on the cake. It was all fun and games, but, in the end, he wanted more than just Miss Right Now.

Oliver took a deep breath and pushed away those thoughts. There was no use dwelling on it, as it would not change anything. He turned around to head towards the exit, hoping to avoid the others catching up with him and giving him that pitiful look and offers that would end with him being a third wheel.

He drew up short as he almost ran over a sprite looking up at him in concentration. The little thing surely had something on her mind. She was just a cute little girl, with fair skin, turquoise blue eyes, and a distinctively long and red mane of ginger hair. She could only be three or four at the oldest. Oliver looked around for her parents before kneeling down in front of the little angel.

"Well now, what do we have here? What's your name, honey?" He said with an assuring small smile on his face.

Snapping out of her daze, the girl stood up straight and saluted Oliver before saying, "Daisy Kinsey, sir. Thank you for your service. What's your rank? You don't have the same stars as Grampy. Do you know my Grampy? His name is Admiral Kinsey, but I calls him Grampy. He's in the army too, but he don't live around here. I'm going on a plane to sees him."

"At ease, little soldier. Captain Oliver Cochrane at your service." A slightly stunned Oliver replied holding out his hand. It definitely was not every day a child that young knew about the ranks and stars. Maybe she was not a young as she looked. "Are you here with your Grampy?"

Daisy was about to reply when they heard a distraught feminine voice franticly hollering out for her. Scooping her up as he stood, Oliver looked around for the voice.

"Sounds like someone's looking for you, Daisy. Did you run off from your mummy?"

"I saws all the blacks and the caps and I thought Grampy was here." Daisy said, letting out a long-suffering sigh. Weren't grown-ups supposed to be smart?

Hearing the voice again, he combed the crowd, weaving his way through stragglers rushing to make their planes, trying to pin point the direction from which it was coming. Daisy hollered out “Mummy!” as a gaunt, tall, blonde woman impeccably dressed stepped into Oliver's line of sight. The frantic look on her face confirmed she was looking for her lost child.

Oliver's breath caught as he locked eyes on her face for the first time. The woman was a grown-up version of the child, but with blonde flowing hair, instead of red and curly. The little girl must have taken after her mummy.

There was just something about the woman that made you want to protect her, to be with her. Maybe it was her smiley expression or her aura that screamed inherent goodness. There was a genuine look of kindness in her eyes. There was also a fierceness in her eyes that dared anyone to try to protect her. She was definitely the type that could look after herself.

Oliver saw her let out a sigh of relief when she saw them approach.

"Daisy Kinsey! What were you thinking, you silly girl?! You’ll give me a stroke running like that on a busy airport! Mummy was going crazy with worry!" A smooth alto voice cried while reaching up to cover the child with kisses as she clung to Oliver's neck.

"I'm sorry Mummy. I saws the blacks and thought Grampy was here. Then I saw Capt'n Oliver all alone and wanted to give him hugs and kisses to welcome him home!" Looking back at Oliver, Daisy continued. "Grampy says I gives the best hugs and kisses and it makes up for him being gone and alone all the time. I gives him lots of love when I see him, so he has left overs saved up when he leaves again."

Daisy finished her story with a heartfelt hug and a big smacking kiss to Oliver's cheek. His heart squeezed in his chest as he gave her a tight hug in return and kissed her forehead.

Meeting the lady's eyes, he could see she was a little teary. Oliver was truly hoping it worked that way. He would need that extra love saved up when he finally went on his way.

"Well now, that definitely the best welcome home I've ever had." Stretching his hand forward for Daisy's mom to shake. "Captain Oliver Cochrane, madam."

"Penelope Kinsey, but please call me Penny. Welcome home Captain. Thank you for your service and for bringing Daisy back. I'm sorry if she interrupted anything."

As Penny shook Oliver's hand, he felt a warmth spread through his chest. He noticed she did not have on a ring nor a tan line on her finger. Here is to hoping she did not have anyone waiting for her either.

"Not at all, ma'am. As she said, I was alone. Just about to head out when I noticed this little flower." He replied as the earlier loneliness tried to push back the warmth he was feeling.

Penny frowned at the thought of a soldier returning home with no one to receive him. Her dad would take off on deployment often when she was a kid, and so she knew how much it meant to her father when she was there to welcome him, and even now with Daisy, upon his return.

General Kinsey always told his daughter that she was the reason he always came home and the light in her eyes when she saw him for the first time after a mission or any trip was worth everything he went through. He would do it a thousand times to get back to his little girl and feel the unconditional love of his youngest child.

It hurt her heart to think of any soldier not having that feeling when he returned home.

She wondered what his story was because surely, he had someone waiting at home. Just from his looks alone, Penny was sure that Oliver could have any woman he wanted. Add in the fact that he's a soldier; just about every woman loves a man in uniform. Many men do too, for that matter.

The biggest thing for her was his green eyes. Something about them were familiar, homely, about them, they were the eyes of someone she wanted to hold in her arms and take the pain away. Yes, she could see that he had lived through some tough things; being a soldier was almost a guarantee for that. Mostly though, Penny could see that this man had a great amount of love in his heart to give, and a thirst to receive it. How could a man with all those great things about him be alone?

"Alone? Surely you have some family or friends that came to pick you up?"

Dropping his head slightly and giving a small shake, trying not to let the melancholy feeling take hold, Oliver replied, "No, Ms. Kinsey. No family or friends, except for those having their own reunions."

Feeling horrible for her mouth running away with her and sad that he truly did not have someone waiting, Penny laid her hand gently on his arm. "I'm sorry Oliver. I didn't mean to overstep. I'm glad Daisy found you."

Without overthinking it too much, she stepped forward to hug him, quietly welcoming him home. Oliver hugged Penny back with his free arm, marvelling at the feeling the flower and the angel in his arms gave him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt.

"Have dinner with us." She blurted out pulling way at last.

Penny's breathe caught, not believing she was brave enough to ask. She might be brave enough to go into stage or to perform her family’s social duties in London with her mother, but in real life, without costumes or make-up or strict rules, she was actually very shy. Her face and neck flushed a deep rose pink as her eyes hit the floor.

"Have dinner with us and I'll drop you off where ever you need to go. My treat! I mean if you want to. I swear that I'm not crazy. I never do this, but everyone should have someone to pick them up from the airport. So, let me give you a ride, at least. I mean if you need it and don't have plans."

She's adorable. Oliver thought startling himself because he had never thought that word about anything, let alone a woman, but it was true. Penny was adorable as she rambled on, pink faced and shy.

"Yes! Come with us Capt'n, please? We can go to the Fortress like we always do with Grampy. Can't we Mummy? Are we still going to see Grampy? I thoughts we was riding on the plane to go see him? Can I get chicken tenders with fries and ice cream for dessert, Mummy?" Daisy asked excitedly, a wide smile lighting her face.

Laughing at the look on Oliver's face from all the questions, Penny patiently answered Daisy. "We can go to a greasy spoon if that's okay with Oliver, but he's our guest so he gets to choose. He's been away from home for a while, so he may want to have dinner at his favourite restaurant. As for seeing Grampy, his flight got cancelled. We're not going to see the plane today, but we’ll get to stay in London for a few more days. And yes, if you want chicken tenders with fries that's fine. We'll see about ice cream. Maybe if you're a good girl, okay?"

"I always a good girl, Mummy. So Capt'n, please?" Daisy begged, pulling out the doe eyes and pouty lips.

It is a look her Grampy could never resist, which she used to her full advantage for lots of ice cream and candy. Daisy gave her Grampy lots of love and he gave her the loot. She thought it was a fair trade.

Oliver just smirked at her pitiful little face as he listened to them. Again, he thought they were adorable. He knew he was not about to turn down an offer to spend more time with them.

He was drawn to mother and child. Oliver wanted to know them, plain and simple.

"If you're sure it wouldn't be an imposition Penny, I'd be much obliged for the ride and company for dinner. I don’t really have a favourite restaurant, but I could definitely go for some English food. Besides, I think I need another hug from little flower over here." He finally replied, tickling Daisy's belly and laughing as she giggled.

"It's my treat, though. We can't have the little flower reporting back to the Admiral Kinsey that I was anything less than a gentleman." Oliver added with a tilt of a smile on his lips.

Feeling like fate finally shined down on them and that their lives were turning the page to a much more exciting chapter, Penny bravely intertwined their fingers.

Smiling up at him shyly, she said, "Let's get going, then. Tables at the Fortress fill up fast."

Oliver's smile was a mile wide as they walked through the thinning crowd of soldiers and their families. He had a feeling this was the last time he ever had to feel the loneliness that always tainted his returns.

He did not know what he was headed towards. He only knew was that it was a better place than he was coming from. If there was one thing Oliver had learned over his thirty-something years on God’s green earth, it was to trust his gut, and he had a good feeling about this.

DS Masterlist

[wizardrywilting]

my favorite quotes from give me silence

ch. 1:  Let her rephrase, a very pretty Muggle girl named Eloise Mary Howard. --- It should be noted that Lydia was mentally compiling her will. --- Arthur Weasley was running towards her, dressed in some combination of a pantsuit and clown costume. --- Immediately, they covered the pranking product they’d been working on with a quilt, this catching it on fire. --- The twins snapped their gazes to each other, then jumped up and grasped hands. They jumped, the wooden floor thudding beneath them. By the time they had finished cheering and jumping, Mrs. Weasley had hollered at them twice, Percy yelled four times, and Lydia was blushing. --- Fred set his chin in his hand. “Tell us everything .” --- “Ginny! You don’t knock on strangers’ doors!” --- (Yes, Colin did get a photo of Neville licking a napkin, stress written on his face. It was hilarious.) --- “You’re the oldest of us, which means you’re the responsible ones.” The twins looked horrified at the idea, and Lydia laughed herself silly. --- Even though it was so cute and honestly, the fur would be cheaper to knit than yarn was - that is to say, on the way back home Chio had already shed enough for them each to have a handful of fur. --- Neville had glitter on his eyebrows, and he was attempting to blink it away from his eyes, face contorting in funny ways. Chio’s fur was doused in blue and purple glitter. Lydia herself had glitter in a smattering of multicolored freckles across her nose and cheeks.  ---

ch. 2:  “If you need me to pick the liquor cabinet’s lock I know how.” --- Mrs. Weasley sighed. “Did they break a window?”  “Uh...We fixed it?”

---

Where Lydia came from, albeit not a traditional family, you learned knife tricks and pressure points to incapacitate someone.

---

“I know. We just never see eye to eye.”

 “No one can meet your eye, you’re too tall.”

---

 “Have good, British dreams, Lydia.”

---

But we’re not...not that.”

 “Of course not, she’s only thirteen. But dear, perhaps you should acknowledge that you fancy her. Merlin knows we all noticed.”

---

It was, quite frankly, concerning. Was this a heart attack?

---

Fred was chuckling, the prat. “Just glad to see you, his brain cells have given up. Wait a minute.”

---

Was she seriously apologizing for a hug? What?

---

“Merlin, I miss you. It was so boring with all the boys. I think I lost some estrogen.”

---

 “Lydia, love, you look like a pixie.”

---

ch.3:

She had wanted to stay behind and ask a few questions, maybe pull out her pocket knife, the usual sort of thing, when she noticed Neville struggle to stand, shaking like a fucking tree branch during a tornado.

---

“Neville, I would make God bleed for you.”

---

Were they twice her size? Yes. Would she still rip them a new one? Absolutely.

---

What right did a little kid with blood in her teeth and something called an ele-friend have to her heart?

---

Madam Pomfrey was smiling at her. Lydia didn’t like it.

---

Sighing, Madam Pomfrey faced Lydia again. “As you were deflecting?”

---

It was a nice painting, surprisingly well done. Lydia’s face was in the foreground, getting smacked in the face by Natalie’s wand, while the girl herself was cheering in the background. The blood on her face was surprisingly realistic. Up in the top left corner, Natalie’s attackers were out cold, various painted injuries littering their bodies.

Lydia felt strangely warm.

---

Lydia beamed. “It’s more like insane. To be stupid you have to have brains. Luckily, I left mine in the dorm today.”

---

 “You called her Minnie.”

Lydia quickly realized her mistake.

 “N-No, I didn’t!”

 “You did,” they sang, “You called her Minnie! We’re rubbing off on you!”

---

Poppy smiled and thus began their weekly gossip. She did so love this child. If only she could tell her.

---

ch. 4:

As with every other Halloween, really the day must be cursed, things go to shit.

---

That does beg the question, why are magical people so determined to risk their lives? Is it a universal thing?

---

Was it petty? Absolutely. Had she gotten caught yet? Of course not, who did you take her for, Parkinson?

---

Harry shrieked like a mandrake, and Lydia quickly sent a spell to silence him.

---

“You. You’re a girl.”

She raised her eyebrow at the log-turned-Sirius-Black. “And you’re not a dog anymore. I’m glad we’ve established that.”

---

He paled a little at her smile, and stepped backwards. “I’ll uh, I got nothing. Oh, look, Sirius! Let’s shift focus to him.”

---

Something seemed to click. “So you’re the kid that sent me a letter with threats.”

---

“First of all, you’re terribly hard to kill, Harry,” Lydia sighed, shifting to sit more directly in front of the fire, “Secondly, think about this. There’s a couple hundred more students than normal, and everyone thinks the kids underage are safe, because why would Dumbledore’s magic ever be faulty? There’s a fourteen year old kid, he looks pretty defenseless, especially now that he’s been lulled into a false sense of security. He probably thinks he’s safe, with the age spell and loads more people that could protect him if Voldemort gets inside Hogwarts again. This would be the perfect time to strike - lots of people to blame, a tournament that could be found at fault, and an old man’s magic coincidentally not working. I’m just saying, if someone’s been after you for awhile and hasn’t succeeded...now’s the time.”

Sirius chuckled nervously. “You’re not a Slytherin are you?”

---

“Are they being mean again?”

 “Who’s they? I don’t know anyone named They. What a weird name, They-”

---

Aria sighed and flopped onto a space between the bridge’s arch where there was a bench. Colin grabbed her elbow so she didn’t do something stupid like fall through. That had to be a safety hazard, right? Was there no safety inspector for Hogwarts?

---

It seems like Ginny was going to get to try out that new boils curse she’d just learnt after all.

---

It was very hard being a Triwizard contestant. Well, that was kind of a lie, and Cedric didn’t lie. Unless it was to tell his dad he was excited for a Ministry job, that is.

---

There were downsides to being a Triwizard Champion too, of course.

-There’s barely any time for friends.

-No alone time.

-Mum cries whenever she sees you, you’re not sure if she’s proud or scared.

-There’s potential for trauma, but hey, it’s writing material.

-You could die or be seriously injured. You’re trying not to think about that.

-The other Hogwarts champion was entered without their own free will and now might be getting bullied and you feel overwhelmed with the guilt.

---

“Cut ‘im some slack, Lyn. He’s got so much to worry about. His adoring fans, for example.”

---

She slugged his arm. “Don’t get smart with me, your job is to be pretty. It’s Lydia’s job to be smart.”

---

George nodded at the three Hufflepuffs. “Pretty Boy, Pretty Boy’s friends.”

---

 “I stand by what I said, purple glitter jazzes up my comforter.”

---

 “Lydia, how are we gonna get down six floors?”

Lydia snorted. “Prayer, Colin. I’m personally praying to Yoshi.”

---

“You know you need the sleep, young lady. Now, fret until ten o’clock.”

As Madam Pomfrey left, covering the snoozing Colin with a blanket, she heard a mutter. “I don’t fret.”

---

ch. 5:

Heidi glared, picking up her cup full of ice cubes and popping one into her mouth with a loud crunch.

---

“Might as well break the rules for a good cause, right?”

---

Ginny gasped. “Oh no, am I gay? I feel gay.”

---

George is running away from the Durmstrang students, and I should go save him before he gets mauled. I told him not to charm their hair and skin orange, but he didn’t listen.

---

Oh, is that Hermione sounding disappointed? Surprising.

---

Glancing to where Alicia and Katie had been flirting all afternoon, she winked.

---

“I set the books to become inanimate again when he apologized to Hermione.”  “He, ah, refused to until blood started dripping into his socks.”

---

“he won’t let me go with Priscilla.”

Ginny leaned across the table. “You mean Lee’s tarantula?”

Lee nodded. “Match made in heaven, I say. But you know how it is, star crossed lovers and all.”

Ginny blinked very slowly for a moment and then left for the Ravenclaw table, shaking her head. 

---

 “Our little snake.”

 “Already sneaking around the rules at such a young age.”

 “I’m fifteen! ”

 “Our little-”

 “-tiny baby rebel. My, how they grow up.”

 “Just yesterday you were learning manipulation. And now, you’re sneaking into a dance.”

---

Finally, George said, “What’s the solution? I’m begging you Lydia, help me.”

She stared him in the face and said, “Aren’t beggars usually on their knees?”

---

 “New plan, because you’re as graceful as Hagrid’s skrewts.”

---

“This is your karma for that idiotic stunt with the dragon.”

 “Are you ever letting that go?”

 “I will when you stop flirting with Death.”

 “I don’t flirt, I tease. There’s a difference.”

---

“Hey Freddie, do you think your mum would be upset if I told her I want to drop out?”

 “Do you?”

 “Kind of. We could get a head start on that joke shop of yours.”

 “With what money?”

She shrugged, finally tearing her gaze back to his. “I guess how all poor people get money - struggling. It's just...I want to be with you and George, where nobody else matters.”

---

ch. 6:

She hoped Luna liked the earrings made from orange skins, it seemed her style and had made Lydia’s fingers sting when juice seeped into a few paper cuts.

---

Ginny barely gave her finger guns before she was sprinting.

---

“Is that allowed?”

 “Probably not,” Colin admitted, then shrugged. “But since when do we adhere to those silly things?”

---

 “Hi, you’re that scary snow white girl Colin’s always talking about, right?”

---

“Ready to piss off some purebloods?”

Ginny grinned like she had just hexed someone. “Oh Lydia. I was born to piss of purebloods.”

---

The night hasn’t gone devastatingly wrong as of yet, and Lydia supposes that’s all she could expect without sacrificing her soul or something.

---

Lydia briefly wonders if she’s just doomed Hogwarts to a fate of destruction. She figures it will be fine. Probably. Maybe.

---

A loud bell rings over the music, startling the band so badly a tambourine gets thrown and hits Professor Snape in his hooked nose.

---

Lydia cuffed his shoulder. “I know damn well your mum didn’t raise you to ignore a beautiful girl, Ron Weasley!”

---

They were all rushed to bed as soon as they got back to the Burrow, the car having malfunctioned and it already being near dawn by time Mr. Weasley learned they were accidentally in the Netherlands rather than England. (How that happened Lydia didn’t know. She’d fallen asleep against George’s shoulder after the fifth hour driving.)

---

She pauses in her unwrapping a little, and she mentally screams.

Look, she’s paranoid and mind reading is possible.

---

  ‘No way!’

 ‘Shut up.’

 ‘How come you fancy him and not me?’

 ‘Shut up!’

---

She began to mentally sing. ‘LA LA LA LA.’

---

ch. 7:

George had the big mouth, and often didn’t bother listening. It was as if he had one functioning ear, and he simply didn’t bother to use it.

---

The things he’d seen...it made him want to set something in fire, or smash something. Neither were an option though, as his mum really liked their curtains and dishes, so he stewed in the feeling.

---

This is how she should be - chasing him with giggles and hexes falling from her lips.

---

“ Ced got high and went swimming with his egg so the task is probably something to do with water. “

---

Sirius, honestly, is not having a good day. Or a good thirteen years, really. The things he looks forward to are rats, pets from nice villagers, and seeing his godson.

---

Ron snorted. “You reckon they think we’re all going in the cave to snog - OW, Hermione!”

---

“Your idiot godson - sorry, totally intelligent and not at all stupid godson -

---

Harry is pouting, and it’s the cutest goddamn thing Sirius has ever seen.

---

As Lydia runs to catch up with the other three, Sirius can hear Hermione demanding what the letter said, and Lydia saying, “If I told you I’d have to kill you. May I tell you?”

---

ch. 8:

She didn’t regret it, a little suspicion of authority figures was healthy.

---

“I’m surprised you weren’t born on a broomstick.”

George sighed with faux disapproval. “I wish I’d been.”

---

“No, you’re pretty...uh, good. You’re pretty good. You don’t have any...toothpaste.”

She laughed again, and George prayed for a sinkhole.

---

He fancied Lydia, and he was totally screwed.

Lydia was by his side every day of the year, basically.

She spent summers at the Burrow, save for those in the States, and they went to school together!

Oh Merlin. If his siblings (read: Ginny) found out they’d be insufferable! No. She couldn’t find out.

---

Katie grabbed her arm and pulled Lydia to her own chest, telling Alicia, “Love, time for Bear Protocol.”

Alicia, apparently doing what Bear Protocol meant, kicked Lee. “Bear Protocol. Now.”

Immediately, the debate cut off, and the twins slid close together, blocking anyone seeing Lydia from behind them. Lee did the same from her right side, and the three Chaser girls did so on her left.

---

 “Why aren’t you in class - oh goodness, what’s this?” Professor McGonagall, for her part, looked about as alarmed as one could make her.

---

Professor Flitwick simply levitated her and told Professor McGonagall, “Alert her professors she won’t be in lessons today, won’t you? I’m sure Poppy will want to keep her for quite a while.

Professor McGonagall sighed slightly but nodded, mumbling something that said an awful lot like, “Attached much?”

ch. 9:

Fred is pretty sure the detention was just for appearances sake, because when they got to Professor Flitwick’s classroom he had pretended to be disappointed, but when Lydia smiled at him he had smiled back.

They had practiced charms Fred is pretty sure weren’t supposed to be taught unless paid extra Galleons for, and he gave them all snacks.

---

“Madam Pomfrey is currently with someone else. She’ll be available tomorrow, or when she finds time.”

George obviously was strung out, because he snapped, “Get Pomfrey!”

 “Madam-”

 “Pomfrey will make an exception, Lydia isn’t a normal patient.”

 “I really doubt-”

Ginny sneered. “Doubt a little less, or you’re getting boils in places cream can’t reach!”

---

“ Mam .” She cried out, and Madam Pomfrey pulled Lydia forward so the girl could grab onto the woman.

---

And if later on Professor Flitwick found and joined them? Well, no one needed to know.

---

[pinkykitten]

Prom

FFXV

Warning: i did not re-read this

Requested: By anonymous Hiiiiii!!! I was wondering, seeing as it’s prom season, could I get some prom headcannons for the chocobros???

Authors Note: i never went to prom, ive never been, ive never even seen videos of it so this may suck, just like my life so. im not sure i did this prom thing right but i promise u this is super cute and fluffy. also i used young gladdy and young ignis for this so pls dont be mad. i just thought because they r too old for prom so i chose the brotherhood young ones. another thing is i am so so sorry this took so long i know u guys dont deserve this and i just feel so bad that i make u guys wait so much. just know u guys r the best and i apologize for all this. just know i am trying really hard to do ur guys requests. so again i am sorry, let me know what u think and i hope u like this. 

Noctis

you are so scared in the beginning to go to this prom with noctis

 like excessive sweating

its not pretty

but napkins help 😜

you wear this dress:

noctis went dress shopping with you and told you he wanted his “princess” to pick whatever you wanted

this dress spoke to you

noctis was a bit iffy when you asked him to this prom

determination, and pestering made him change his mind

when he sees you for the first time

BASHFUL BOIIIIIIII

he is a loss for words

blushing like a tomato

“noct are you okay”

its just you’re so beautiful!

takes you in a nice, black limo

you both cuddle in the vehicle

you thank him for coming and he just nods

he whispers in your ear how gorgeous you are, how much of a goddess you look, and just really how much he loves you

lets just say...you almost cry!

HE IS JUST SO GOD DANG SWEET AND ADORABLE

he even gives you little, special kisses all over your face

but he is still bashful

when you get to the high school everyone is staring at you two

obviously cause noctis is high and mighty

i mean he is a prince

you get self conscious, but noctis holds your hand for reassurance

you both drink some juice at the juice bar

eat some cake which had many flavors so you had (your fav flavor cake)

and noctis had chocolate

these girls came by and tried to flirt and take noctis away

they were gorgeous 

 but noctis did not care

“i am going to be spending an amazing time with my girlfriend who is the most beautiful person in this room”

THEM TEARS THO

towards the end of the prom they place a couples dance song

you are scared to ask noctis since he doesn't really like attention on himself

instead though noctis brings you to the dance floor with a light smile

you guys dance to Like I'm Gonna Lose You · Meghan Trainor · John Legend

its slow and just perfect

you both just melt into each other

enjoying the love

the whole dance floor become empty with just you two swaying to the beat

“i love you noctis”

“i will always love you y/n”

Prompto

oh my god 

the moment you mentioned it prompto was already shouting a yes

i think he was more excited than you

you and him went dress shopping and he of course took many many many many many many many many many

did i say many

pictures of you

until you found the right gown, in which you didn’t let him see

texts you the day before the prom asking if he should wear a specific type of suit

of course it is bright neon yellow, and it has a chococbo on it

“no prompt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

when he arrives at your house on prom day he opens up to see you all elegantly

you wear this dress:

“promt are you crying?!?”

yep ya boi is shedding tear at how gorgeous you are

“holy crap if you’re this beautiful in prom whats it gonna be like on our wedding day”

you laugh at his comment and wipe his tears, kissing him on the cheek

“okay so before you kill me y/n. I was gonna get a chocobo to carry us to the prom, but I didn’t end up doing that so instead I rented us a car.”

its a vintage car

you think it fits prompto a lot

of course in the car prompto sings to you and is really all jumpy

when you both arrive you notice some kids making fun of prompto, calling him fat still after he lost the weight (which u didn’t mind at all you loved him equally both ways)

you stomp to them and start giving them a peice of your mind

prompto has to take you away from them 

kissing you and thanking you for sticking up for him

you both see cupcakes and just dart to them 

getting frosting all over your face, prompto has a frosting mustache

“excuse me good madam but you are looking ravishing in that spectacular dress” promto says in a old man British accent voice

you smash a cupcake in his face, you and him both laughing your butts off

after you both get cleaned up you hear a slow couples dance song

you and prompto squeal in excitement and make a run to the dance floor

you guys dance to Tori Kelly - I Was Made For Loving You ft. Ed Sheeran

the lyrics make prompto cry a little and kiss you lovingly

you and prompto dance slowly and just in love

prompto twirls you like a princess

you feel safe and just made for this young man who you call yours 

Young! Gladiolus 

(not my gif! do not own!)

you thought gladiolus would say no because he is always so busy

you’re very much surprised to hear him agree and want to go

“i’m gonna be wearing something sexy, i’m such a tease”

yes thank you gladdy

you try your hardest to pick something out that will make you feel beautiful and like a princess on the special day of the prom

of course you would never forget gladdy’s little sister who wanted to come to the dress shopping

iris giving her very strong opinions

JUST LIKE HER BIG BRO!!!!!!

she saw a specific dress and nodded explaining why it was the one

you were hesitant but iris reassured you it was perfect

the more you looked at it the more you fell in love

you wear this dress:

the special day you are a nervous wreck

you are clumsier than ever

“whoops sorry didn’t meant to knock that over”

you hear your doorbell and run to get it 

you trip over your own feet as you open the door

YAY LANDING ON GLADIOLUS

his big, strong, muscular arms catch you 

“hey, baby are you o-”

when he sees you all perfect his eyes go big

you stand to your full height and give a bashful smile

“do you like it gladdy”

he is a loss for words

puts on his bravo attitude again but with a kind smile he tells you how beautiful you are

thank u iris!!!!!!!!!

you end up being driven in his car the whole way he keeps telling you how gorgeous you are

when you guys go to the high school gladiolus grabs your hand

placing your tiny hand in his huge, rough one

he brings it to his lips and kisses it

“ready to have fun baby”

you smile and nod

you both go to the drinks and gladiolus brings out his alcohol

“GLADDY!!!!”

he explains he wants a lil kick

puts a bit in his juice and asks if you want

you shrug and say yes

its not a lot just very little

after that you tell gladioulus that iris helped you pick out the dress

this makes gladioulus more happy and he kisses your forehead

you both dance to the music like a couple of crazy people

shaking, twisting, just acting like two dorks

suddenly the slow couples song plays and you sit down knowing gladioulus hates those

“hello, what are we doing? y/n we should dance out there!”

you disagree and he picks you up bridal style with ease

he places you in the middle and wraps his arms around you to dance to the music

you guys dance to Bazzi - Beautiful feat. Camila 

gladioulus tells you that what this song says he feels that way about you

he gives you kisses in the middle and sings the song to you quietly 

just between the two of you

since gladiolus is so tall you take your shoes off and place your feet delicately on his

your head pressed against his chest

hearing his heart beat quicken at the contact you guys make

he chuckles and places a kiss on the top of your head

Young! Ignis

(not my gif! do not own!)

ignis was the quiet one and he attracted you the way he cared so much for the young prince

you shyly asked him and at first he kept saying excuses that is until he saw how sad you were

he brought your face to look at him and with a smile said yes

you were a simple gal and ignis was simple as well

you didn’t want nothing to extreme all you wanted was to feel pretty

you went by yourself to dress shopping

noctis was there trying on suits 

he noticed you were alone and without your consent told you he was going to help you

WE’RE YOU IN THAT NEED OF HELP

noctis picked out a plain, simple dress

you had to say yes it was just perfection

you wear this dress: 

it was light and feathery and it fit your body perfectly

ignis came and the minute he opened the door he was in love

you were not dressed up too much it was like you descended from the heavens

thats what he felt y’all!!!

“uhm, y/n, you look, you look, uhm, exquisite and just gorgeous”

ignis is never this bashful

ignis gently touches your hand and wraps it in his 

leads you to the car he drives the young prince in

“noctis told me you were going to look beautiful and he was very right indeed”

GREAT NOW YOU’RE BASHFUL

when you get in the car the backseat has a huge cake 

“did you make this ignis”

ignis made a cake for prom

wow...just wow

when you arrive ignis opens the car door for you like a gentleman

you help him with carrying the cake

after a few dances and drinks you pester ignis to let you try his cake

he is very nervous

he is legit SHAKING when cutting your peice

you tasted it and smile in satisfaction

with a mouth full of cake you say how good it is

ignis chuckles and kisses your mouth eating some of the cake

now your eyes are wide

“now it taste even better, sweeter i believe” 

SOMEONE CALL 911 OR 119 WHICHEVER IT IS WHERE U LIVE AT CUZ U’S DEADDDDDDDDD r.i.p

a couples song comes on and you barely sway to the music

ignis is shy when it comes to dancing but he notices how much you want to do it with him and he just cant refuse

he tells you how much he wants to dance with you and you both go to the dance floor

IS THIS A DREAM

you guys dance to Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud 

ignis makes you feel loved and beautiful

he also dances so good

you praise him in dancing and he blushes

his hands grasp yours while dancing showing that he is here for you

“thank you ignis for this amazing night”

“of course, anything for you, my love”

[imagine-me-here]

Felix Felicis (Harry Potter)

Summary: Reader is an exchange student from Ilvermorny who has a huge crush on Draco but is convinced it’s unrequited love. (Hint: IT’S NOT) Media: Harry Potter Genre: pure fluff Warnings: middle-school language, mild Brit-speak, irresponsibly liberal use of italics and dashes--as per usual Word count: 1,685 Notes: written for the amazing @elizahackler on IG. Go follow them!

The rain was unrelenting on your first day at Hogwarts. Not even one day had passed and you were already feeling homesick. You missed the gentle layer of snow on the Ilvermorny grounds, and the comfort of the Wampus dorm. Hogwarts was cold, old, and gloomy, and everyone spoke in an unintelligible British accent. You should've just stayed in America, and you would've, if you were allowed. But your house head decided that spending a few semesters overseas would do you some good. So here you were, already predisposed to believe your year in England would be living hell. And the way things were going, or seemed like you would be right.

You waved goodbye to your parents, who had apparated with you to King's Cross, and the Hogwarts Express gently pulled away from the station. Soon after, the train was chugging along the track and you were seated in a cabin alone, earbuds in. As your favourite song came on, you glanced out the window at the scenery--verdant mountains and valleys, lush with trees in shades of emerald. You smiled to yourself. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. A new school, new opportunities to make friends, new classes to ace, field trips to London--

“What insolent idiot dare sit in my cabin?! My father will--” A tall, handsome boy with platinum blonde hair burst into your cabin, accompanied by his two friends. The badge on his cloak was the same shade of green as the trees. Slytherin, you thought.

“...hear about this,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. You pulled out an earbud and stood up straightaway, trying to leave the cabin as fast as you could.

“I'm...sorry,” the boy said. His eyes flickered to your Wampus crest. “Um, it's alright. You can stay.”

But you were already awkwardly standing in the doorway, and sitting back down with someone who had just called you an idiot would be even more awkward.

“Sorry,” you breathed, as you shuffled off to find another cabin. You plopped down as your senses came back.

Damn. He is cute.

“Slytherin!”

The sorting hat took under two seconds to place you in the house of ambition and cunning. You smiled as you made your way to their table, but your grin was wiped off your face as you saw that the only free seat was next to the blonde boy you had encountered on the train. Begrudgingly, you sat down next to him.

“Sorry about that incident on the train,” he apologised. “I thought you were someone else.”

“It's alright. I'm used to it, being an exchange student and all. Except most of the time people really mean it.”

“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy,” he said, extending his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

You shook it firmly. “(Y/N) (L/N). Likewise.”

Dishes upon dishes of roast beef and chicken, vegetables and potatoes, casseroles, and twenty different kinds of soup and salad were set upon the table. Draco reached for a pitcher of pumpkin juice and offered to pour you some.

“I’ve never any, but I'd love to try some,” You said, holding out your goblet. “Back home they usually had apple-cranberry pop.”

“Pop? Like a fizzy drink?”

You laughed. “Right. Of course. Yes, like a ‘fizzy drink’.” You took a sip of the juice. It was incredibly smooth and slightly sweet, flavoured with a touch of honey and a bit of cinnamon. “This is delicious.”

“I know.” Draco passed you a few dishes and you loaded up your plates. Every dish was something different, and although the menu was missing a few items you had loved at Ilvermorny, you were sure you had a few new favourites.

After dinner, you brought your stuff down to the Slytherin dungeon and changed into your pajamas, barely awake. It had been a long day, and you were incredibly tired. You just caught a glance of Draco as he passed your room, and the two of you waved goodnight, a small smile on your face.

Draco really wanted to read History of Wizards Combatting Evil in the 19th Century. Really. He had asked for extra credit in Defense Against Dark Arts, so he should only be able to keep up with his work. But he kept reading the same sentence over and over again, not really processing it. His mind was on something else entirely--not Elvira Doraville’s crusade to ban the Unforgivable Curses in 1870, but (Y/N), the Ilvermorny exchange student and newest member of Slytherin.

Over the course of the dinner, their conversation ranged from school to Muggle movies to international affairs. It only took Draco a few minutes to tell she was kind enough for Hufflepuff, had boldness that would match a Gryffindor’s, and matched wits with the best of them in Ravenclaw. He had tried his hardest to befriend her, but even despite her upbeat personality, Draco had a sinking feeling that she was just trying to be nice, and tomorrow she would pretend he never existed. He had, after all, called her an insolent idiot, so he wouldn't expect her to want to associate with him. But if, on the off chance, she did like him…

Draco shut his book and leaned down, reaching between the wooden slats supporting his mattress. He emerged with a small black notebook, which had, scrawled on the inside in a six-year-old’s handwriting, “Propurty of Draco Malfoy”. Every wish, hope, dream, and desire he had had for the past ten years had been recorded on these sheets. He opened to a blank page, grabbed a quill and ink, and scribbled as his top priority:

I want (Y/N) to like me.

The next morning was cold and clear, but there was a thin, glistening layer of snow covering the Hogwarts grounds. You quickly got dressed in your new Slytherin robes and made your way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Your eyes scanned the table quickly, secretly hoping to find Draco and sit next to him. But you only saw him for a minute as he carried a bowl out the hall, your eyes meeting his for a moment before he turned away.

Draco spent the next day avoiding her, or at least, trying to. Instead of talking about yesterday's Transfiguration homework enthusiastically at the Slytherin table, he grabbed some oatmeal and left as quickly as possible, lest he see (Y/N). The rest of the day was conducted in the same manner. He actually payed attention in Divination and finished his Astrology map before anyone else, giving him a good half-hour of free time--a curse in disguise, because any free time was time spent thinking of (Y/N).

After classes ended, he sent Crabbe to tell Madam Hooch that he would be missing Quidditch practice due to a cold, and promptly made his way to the abandoned first-floor girl's bathroom.

Out of his school pack he pulled an Ashwinder egg, a squill bulb, tincture of thyme and a few other ingredients--the ingredients needed to make Felix Felicis. After nearly an hour of laborious stirring, chopping, more stirring, juicing, and even more stirring, the luck potion was ready. Just a single sip and (Y/N) would fall head over heels.

Draco packed up his potions kit and poured the dregs of the mixture down the toilet (Moaning Myrtle would just have to deal with it). He threw his pack over his shoulder and hastened out of the room, not looking where he was going.

This is ridiculous, you thought. Absolutely ridiculous. Despite the train incident, you liked Draco. A lot. And you thought he liked you back. He was even, maybe, flirting with you last night at dinner. But now, all of a sudden, he was ice-cold. Maybe all the rumours you had heard about him were true, that the only thing he really cared about were his grades and his family name. You angrily walked down the hall. How stupid I was, to believe he actually liked me back. He really is just like they all say: a selfish, condescending--

“Whoa!”

In a split second, you were being tossed head over heels, or at least it felt like that. You were mere inches away from cracking your head on the marble floor when a hand reached out and caught you. You eyes roamed up the pale arm, past the black and dark green robes, and you found yourself staring into the silvery-blue eyes of Draco Malfoy. Wordlessly, he pulled you back to your feet. It was only now that you noticed a shimmery gold liquid spilled on the floor, and an empty vial in Draco’s hands. It didn’t take a top grade in Potions to recognise is as Felix Felicis, one of the most difficult potions to make.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” You said quietly.

He picked up the books you had dropped on the floor and handed them to you, your fingers brushing against each other. His eyes met yours, and your gaze lingered a little too long, some kind of magnetic force keeping you staring at each other

“Draco, I...” your sentence trailed off as he leaned in closer and closer. One of his hands reached up and cupped your cheek. Slowly, your lips met his, his other hand travelling to rest on the small of your back. You deepened the kiss and wrapped your arms around his waist. After nearly a minute, you broke away, gasping for air.

“I really fancy you, (Y/N). And I know I’ve been acting like a prick, but only because I was nervous around you. Scared, even, that you wouldn’t like me. I thought if I made the potion, I would have a better chance with you.”

“‘Fancy’? Oh, you mean you like me,” you teased.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, I ‘like you’.”

“And just so you know, you don’t need any luck potion to get me to like you. I was already head over heels. Quite literally.”

He pulled you closer for another kiss. “I guess wishes do really do come true.”