#there are like three more butterflies in the pack it’s very pretty

[exasperatedoctopus]

You know what I could put on this thing? Crafts! I like crafts. Look at this cool thing I made:

The pattern was from an embroidery kit, I can’t recall the particulars but I’ll see if I can unearth it

[adrienneleclerc]

Missing Journal

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles reads Y/N’s journal and finds out she has a crush on an F1 driver.

Warning: the usual spellings and grammatical errors, inaccuracies of pretty much anything involving F1

A/N: kinda based off season 1 episode 3 of Austin and Ally. However, instead of reading the journal about Y/N’s crush and thinking it’s about him when it’s actually someone else, Charles would read it and think it’s about someone else when in reality it’s about him. Does that’s make sense? Cool. Also, i always put Hispanic/Latina because I don't know what you prefer to be called and because this does exclude Spain, Haiti, Brazil, and other Latin American countries that don't speak Spanish.

Y/N and Charles have been friends for a long time, but so have Y/N and Lando. Y/N moved from the states to Monaco and became neighbors with Charles, ultimately becoming friends, but she also participated in Junior Karting with Lando, befriending Lando and Max Fewtrell.

It is safe to say Y/N has been friends with the three of them for a very long time and she is so grateful because she always felt like she didn't belong since she isn't European like them. But she has Logan as well, even if they aren't super close. She splits time between Charles and Lando. If Lando thinks McLaren is going to do soemthing interesting, he invites Y/N to Woking. Something interesting happening at Ferrari? Charles is bringing Y/N to Maranello. Y/N loves travelling (the Sagittarius in me) so it works out perfectly.

One day, Y/N's apartment was flooded because of poor plumbing and Charles offered her a place to stay. When her apartment was clear, both of them decided it was better if they were roommates since she was the better cook and that brings us to today.

Y/N was sleeping in her room peacefully when she felt someone shake her awake and she saw Charles standing over her.

"If you are going to kill me, can i at least eat first?" Y/N asked sleepily.

"Y/N, wake up, they changed our flight to Imola." Charles said and Y/N sat up in her bed.

"What do you mean they changed our flight? Don't we fly priavte?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, but Fred wants us to be in Imola earlier so we have more time to go over strategies so get dressed, sweetie, we need to go to the runway." Charles said. Y/N's heart fluttered at Charles's nickname for her. She tries to think nothing of it because he is a Libra after all, he is very affectionate towards her and Carlos as well. She got out of bed.

"Okay fine, but get out." Y/N said, pushing Charles out of her room to get dressed. She packed a dufflebag with 5/6 outfits, pajamas, anything she really needed for a 5 or 6 day trip more or less.

"Whatever you say, love, I'll buy us something to eat on the way there." Charles said outside her door. The last thing Y/N packed was her journal, she likes writing down everything about her travels since she writes travel articles for Hello Monaco (don't know if there is a traveling section, lets pretend). But she also writes about her love life or lackthereof. Y/N washed her face and got dressed in her comfortable clothes. When she left her room, she sw Charles on the couch with his small luggage.

"Alright, lets go. Are we stopping by the bakery?" Y/N asked.

"Of course. I'll wait outside while you order the pastries, I'll give you money." Charles said.

"Thanks, lets go." They left the apartment and got into Charles's car. Charles parked outside the bakery and Y/N got out of the car, ordered pastries, getting herself a warm cookie croissant (THEY ARE SO GOOD, my mom needs to buy more from the market) and whatever Charles gets. She gets back in the car and Charles starts driving away.

"Can you feed me, honey?" Charles asked. Y/N broke off a piece of the pain au chocolat and fed it to Charles, his tongue and lips touching her two fingers holding the piece of pastry. She felt butterflies in her stomach and decided to just hold the oain au chocolat and have him bite it but... "No, no, i can't drive like that, just feed me like you did before." Charles said and thats exactly what Y/N did.

Now of course Charles knew it wasn't necessary for Y/N to feed him like that, but he loves the intimacy of this gesture. So having her feed him like they were boyfriend and girlfriend even though they are not was great thing in Charles's book. Especially considering his feelings for the Hispanic/Latina queen by his side. Y/N finished feeding Charles the pastry and licked her fingers that were covered in chocolate because no one wastes chocolate here. They were playing music in his car, just vibing, singing along, Y/N finished her cookie croissant, and they were just talking until they made it to the airport runway where their private jet was, with Carlos waiting by the jet.

"Por fin! Por qué se demoraron tanto?" Carlos asked.

"Güey, relájate, teníamos hambre, queríamos comer en el camino." Y/N said, getting her dufflebug out of Charles's car, Charles gets his suitcase out too.

"I don't like it when you call me güey." Carlos said.

"I picked up Mexican slang from Pato that time he was in Woking with Lando. I miss Pato, i gotta text him." Y/N said, entering the jet with Charles and Carlos trailing behind. She sits down. "I'll never get used to this, I grew up lower middle class."

"Well your friends are F1 drivers and we invite you everywhere." Charles said.

"And I thank you for that, honestly. My boss loves my hotel reviews, thanks for paying for my room by the way." Y/N said.

"Of course, it's no big deal." Charles said.

"What i don't get is why we have to fly if the drive is just 5 and a half hours." Y/N said.

"But by plane it is an hour." Carlos said. "That mean we have more time to relax, work on strategies, go clubbing." Carlos says.

"We are not clubbing before media day." Charles warned him.

"Fine, que pesado." Carlos said and Y/N giggled.

The flight itself was bearable, Y/N fell asleep and Charles was watching her with a smile on his face.

"You should tell her you like her, mate. Because this" Carlos says gesturing to what Charles was doing. "Its getting creepy and concerning."

"When the moment is right i will tell her." Charles said.

"Okay then." Carlos said, putting his headphones.

When the jet landed, a chauffer took them from the airport to their hotel. When they arrived at the hotel lobby, Y/N saw Lando and Oscar on the couch, Lando was on his phone while Oscar talked to Logan.

"Lando!" Y/N shouted, running to where Lando was.

"Y/N!" Lando exclaimed, standing up from the couch to hug his best girl friend. "How was your flight? Are you hungry?"

"Nah, I'm fine, I had a cookie croissant before the flight so i should be good." Y/N said.

"Nonsense, you should have a proper breakfast. Osc, you wanna go out for breakfast?" Lando asked the Australian.

"Yeah sure." Oscar said. "Lets get our keys and we'll head out." As soon as everyone got their keys, they went to their rooms which are all on the same floor, WAGS obviously roomed with their partners, Y/N had her own room and she place her dufflebag there. She knocked on Lando's door and he opened up.

"Should i change." Y/N asked.

"Nah, you're fine. You ready to go Osc?" Lando asked Oscar, who was talking to Logan

"Yeah, lets go, catch you later, Logan." Oscar said goodbye.

"I'll talk to you later my fellow American!" Y/N exclaimed as she left with Lando and Oscar. Charles was observing their interaction.

"Jealous?" Carlos asked right behind Charles startling him.

"You scared me, mate. But i am not jealous." Charles said.

"You might want to unclench your fist then." Carlos tapped on Charles's fist and he releases.

On their free day, Y/N was writing down the name of the restaurant/cafe they went to, reviewed the food, the atmosphere, how much the food was.

"Y/N, do you have to review everything?" Lando asked.

"Yes, how was your food?" Y/N asked.

"It was good." Lando said.

"Do you think it is worth the price?" Y/N asked.

"I say yes but I think if you were wokring class, definitely not." Lando said.

"Thank you. What about you, Osc?" Y/N asked.

"I mean I've had better in Monza, but its still good." Oscar replied and Y/N wrote it down.

"You gentlemen have been great help." Y/N said.

"Will you be in the Ferrari hospitality this time or will you be coming over to McLaren?" Lando asked.

"I can't say yet. I'll probably arrive at the paddock with Charles, hang around his hospitality halfway during the break inbetween free practices and then go over to you before the second free parctice starts." Y/N said.

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan. You coming to media day or are you going to be sightseeing?" Oscar asked.

"The hospitality gives me free food so I'm going to media day because i don't like sightseeing by myself." Y/N said.

"You just want me to pay." Lando said.

"You have the money to pay for me! I don't see the problem." Y/N said.

"She’s been like this since I joined F1.” Lando told Oscar.

“I do the same with Charles, don’t start.” Y/N said.

(This scene was written before I found out what happened in Imola)

It was media day and Y/N was repping McLaren at the paddock, it made Charles feel a certain way.

“Stopping staring.” Carlos said.

“I can’t help it, they’re acting like a couple and I don’t like it.” Charles said.

“At least she’s not wearing his number.” Carlos tried to cheer him up, Charles was going to answer him when Y/N came up to him.

“Have you guys seen my journal?” Y/N asked.

“How does it look like?” Charles asked.

“It’s a mini blue notebook with my name in rhinestones, my friend decorated it for me.” Y/N said,

“We haven’t seen it, love.” Charles said.

“Fuck, what am I going to do?” Y/N asked worriedly.

“Relax, it’s just a book.” Carlos said.

“It is NOT just a book, it is my diary and work journal all rolled into one, i write ALL my personal stuff in there, if anyone else reads it, I WILL DIE.” Y/N said.

“Maybe you should start taking notes on your phone.” Carlos said.

“Like I’m going to listen to a colonizer.” Y/N snapped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it. I mean you do come from colonizers but i should call you that, it’s not your fault.”

“Ya relájate. We’ll look for it.” Carlos said.

“Thank you! I was basically in every hospitality today so I gotta ask around.” Y/N mentioned.

“Why were you in every hospitality?” Charles asked.

“Well i run an F1 TikTok account too so I was just hospitalities. I hope no one has read it.” Y/N said before running off.

“Do you think she’s overreacting?” Carlos asked.

“Her mom said she was born a drama Queen.” Charles said shrugging. “I’m gonna go talk with Max.” Charles said, leaving Carlos, Charles entered the Red Bull hospitality.

“Hey Charles, where’s Y/N? I found her notebook.” Max said,

“That’s great! Where did you find it?” Charles asked.

“She left it on the couch when she was talking to Checo. Do you know why she was going mental about this?” Max asked, giving the notebook to Charles.

“Apparently there’s a lot of personal stuff written in here.” Charles said and that’s when he got an idea.

“No.” Max said immediately.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” Charles said.

“You are not reading it.” Max said.

“Why not?” Charles asked.

“Because Y/N would probably murder you.” Max said.

“What Y/N doesn’t know, won’t kill me.” Charles said opening Y/N's journal.

"You act as if you were married. Well, what does it say?" Max asked, looking over Charles's shoulder to read what it says.

"Apparently Y/N has a crush on someone on the grid." Charles says. He kept reading. "And that guy is not me, looks like she has a crush on Lando." Charles sighed, closing the book.

"I haven't finished reading it." Max says, taking Y/N's journal to keep reading. "Okay, she could be talking about anyone, it doesn't necessarily mean she likes Lando." Max said, reading over the journal entry.

"Really? 'We've known each other since we were kids', Lando and Y/N have done karting together. 'I could easily get lost in his eyes, his accent is adorable, we spend so much time together and the gestures he does with me are so intimate, it's almost as if we are already togther but we are not', who else could it be, Max?" Charles asked.

"Okay well everyone on the grid has an accent to Y/N except of Logan. I have seen Lando lead Y/N places with his hand on her lower back. Maybe you are right, Y/N has a crush on Lando." Max said.

"Oh well, I lost my chance, let me just give Y/N her journal, I'll see tomorrow before free practice." Charles said.

"I thought we were going to play videoames later tonight." Max said.

"Not anymore mate, I have to talk to Pierre and pout about losing the love of my life to a child." Charles said.

"He's only 2 years younger than you." Max said.

"He is a child!" Charles shouted before leaving the Red Bull hospitality with Y/N's journal in hand. We was walking around the paddock when he spotted Y/N on the phone.

"Si mami, estoy comiendo bien, te lo juro. Mami, luego te marco, mi amigo Charles quiere hablar conmigo, te quiero mucho, bye." Y/N hung up the phone and put it in her bag. "What's up?"

"Oh I found your journal." Charles handed Y/N the journal and she took it happily.

"Thank you so much, you're the best, where did you find it?" Y/N asked.

"Oh in Red Bull, Max found it on the couch." Charles said.

"I'll thank him when i see him. Are you doing anything tonight? I wanted to visit the Aryton Senna statue and since I know you're a fan.." Y/N was cut off by Charles

"Sorry, I'll be with Pierre since Kika couldn't come." Charles said

"Oh, well maybe after free practice tomorrow?" Y/N asked hopefully.

"I don't think so, I'll talk to you tomorrow, Y/N." Charles said leaving Y/N in the paddock and she walked to the McLaren hospitality where Lando and Oscar were playing Uno with some of the mechanics.

"Hey, Y/N, when we finish this round, we'll leave." Lando said.

"Yeah, thats fine." Y/N said and she sat on the couch. Once the game was over, Lando drove her back to the hotel.

"Did you find your journal?" Lando asked.

"I did, Charles and Max found it." Y/N said.

"Then how come you don't sound thrilled that you have your journal back?" Lando asked.

"Because Charles was acting weird, like he said he didn't want to see the Aryton Senna statue." Y/N said.

"But Leclerc is a big fan of him." Lando commented.

"Thats what i said!" Y/N exclaimed.

"Leave him, maybe tomorrow will be better." Lando commented.

Unfortunately, that was not the case, her Friday and Saturday were spent in the McLaren hospitality, she was now watching qualifying on the TV (Q3) and she saw something awful happen, Lando and Charles were fighting for P3, their wheels were touching and everything and it got so bad that now Charles’s front wing and Lando’s rear wing were damaged when Q3 finished. Y/N ran to Lando’s garage to see what happened.

“Bro, what the hell were you two doing?” Y/N asked.

“You should be asking that to Leclerc, I don’t know what is wrong with him, he’s been on my tail for all of quali.” Lando said.

“Don’t worry, I will.” Y/N said storming the Ferrari hospitality and she spotted Carlos. “Cabrón, where’s the other cabrón?”

“He’s in the driver room.” Carlos answered and Y/N bursted into the driver room, Charles was shirtless.

“What the hell, Y/N?!?” Charles asked, putting his shirt back on and Y/N locks the door.

“We need to talk.” Y/N said.

“There is nothing to talk about.” Charles said.

“The hell there is! You’ve been acting weird since Thursday, you haven’t invited me to the Ferrari hospitality, you didn’t want to come with me to see the Aryton Senna statue, it’s like you changed when…” that’s when Y/N realizes what must have happened. “You read my journal!” Y/N yelled, she picked up a pillow and started hitting him. “How fucking dare you!”

“How dare I? How dare you?” Charles asked, blocking her hits.

“Excuse me?” Y/N asked, halting her action,

“You heard me! I Can’t believe you like Lando. Lando? He is so immature!” Charles shouted.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Y/N asked.

“Your journal entry! ‘we spend so much time together and the gestures he does with me are so intimate, it's almost as if we are already togther but we are not’, you spend so much time with Lando, who else could you be writing about?” Charles asked and Y/N just stared at him.

“Mas menso no puedes ser! It’s you, Charles! I like you, you ridiculously oblivious moron!” Y/N exclaimed and now it was Charles’s turn to stare.

“You like me?” Charles asked shyly.

“I love you! We were neighbors, we are roommates, we spend so much time together that I developed feelings for you. Now please say something.” Y/N said,

“I like you too. When I thought you liked Lando i went crazy.” Charles admitted.

“That’s why you were acting like that in quali! Lando was kinda mad,” Y/N said,

“Yeah, sorry about that. But now that I know you like me…you coming to the Ferrari hospitality?” Charles asked.

“Of course I will.” Y/N said.

It was the Grand Prix and Y/N was in the garage with the red headphones one watching from the monitors.

It was a tough race but Charles made P1 and Y/N couldn’t be any prouder. When Charles “parked” the car at his spot, he saw Y/N standing with Free and the rest of the team so he got out from the car and kissed Y/N. They pulled away and smiled.

“Sorry, I got caught up in the moment.” Charles said, laughing.

“Does this mean we’re dating.” Y/N asked all giggly after her first kiss with Charles.

“Of course we’re dating, Mon ange. You are my girl, and now we are paddock official.” Charles said.

“So when are you taking me out on our first date?” Y/N asked.

“As soon as I’m done with the post race interview.” Charles said, kissing her one last time.

The End

It took forever to write but I hope y’all like it, thanks for your patience!

[thisismeracing]

Call me obsessed | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 2.2k ― Warnings: +18; not proofread; suggestive content and graphic description of sex (p in v, fingering, dirty talk, praising kink, mean!dom mick, squirting, no protection); jealous!mick; Minors DNI! ― Summary: Everyone talks about how good it is to date someone who’s exactly like you, but Mick has been finding it hard to believe, especially when his girlfriend has the same sunshine energy as him. The problem? Too many friendly flirts around her. And though he’s not a jealous guy, he finds himself ready to praise her and prove to her that he’s the only one. You can say he's obsessed. ― A/n: I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

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It was past midnight. The party was in full swing. Everyone seemed too busy either with drinks, dance, or lip moves. Mick had a beer bottle in his hands and he listened to whatever his group of friends loudly chattered about while keeping an eye on Yn. Well, or trying to keep an eye on her since Yn would fly and disappear around the packed club as if she were literally a social butterfly. 

For a long time, people have been comparing the couple. They always pointed out Yn as the sunshine girl, just like Mick was the sunshine boy. You would never see her raise her voice or be openly rude. Her snarky comments were usually very subtle, and the only thing that gave Yn a hard time when the subject was flying under the radar on how she was feeling was her eyes. Which, curiously, was the same as the Schumacher boy. 

He would stare the person up and down or arch his eyebrows in confusion. Sometimes he would let out a fake laugh, and his eyes would tell everything you needed to know about how he was feeling.

And contrary to everything people tend to say about dating someone who shared a lot in common, their relationship was amazing. They were able to agree on disagreeing, and when they shared the same opinion they would often gossip about it whenever it involved famous people. Both not being so open to doing it with anyone else. They were each other's favorite confessors. 

“Fucking finally,” he mutters in her ear when she slots herself between his legs, a big smile on her lips, her forehead a bit damp from going around talking with everyone. 

“I’m sorry, babe, I just met Jana’s girlfriend, she’s so funny, I love them. We were talking abo-” 

“The team’s social media manager?” Mick asked, kissing her naked shoulder, and Yn nodded. “Not even I know Jana this close.” 

“Your girlfriend is the social butterfly, Mick,” Esteban, who was sitting at the barstool beside them, stated. “She’s just like you, but much more open to new friends. Where you’re kinda shy, she’s…” he stopped, hands on his chin. “How do you say extravertie?” he asked himself.

“I think it’s extroverted, Estie,” Yn said, turning her front to Mick.

“Yeah, oui! Where Mick’s a bit shy, you’re extroverted. So it’s like sunshine and double sunshine,” he explained, but neither the German nor Yn was paying much attention this time, too wrapped up in each other’s stare.

“You look so pretty tonight. Prettier than ever,” Mick whispered in her ear, and Yn draped her body on his, kissing his heart through his white shirt. 

“You look like quite the catch too,” was her answer. 

And when Mick leaned in to connect their lips in a kiss, he was interrupted by Lando, “Yn, Yn, Yn, he’s about to play the song we asked for.”

And before Mick or Esteban can question ‘Who’s he?’ Yn explained that it was the DJ who was super friendly and ended up friends with Lando and her, to which the French guy just arched an eyebrow to his best friend, as if saying, ‘See my point? Double sunshine’. Yn kisses Mick’s cheeks briefly, and in the blink of an eye, she disappears in the crowd stopping here and there to talk to people that the Schumacher was almost sure she just met that weekend. And you see, he wasn’t a jealous guy, far from that. Mick knows Yn loves him. He knows she’s someone warm and happy, and that seems to call people to her, and though people say that they’re the same he secretly thinks that everyone’s in love with her, not with him. 

And he doesn’t judge. 

He’s in love with her too.

The problem is that lately, everyone is on her lane, so much they can’t seem to catch a break, and the line is crossed for him that night when he’s in a friend’s circle and Yn gets there straight into Pierre’s waiting arms exchanging some kind of internal joke. And he knows Pierre’s a flirt as a joke. He knows the French is very much in love with Kika. But the second one of the guys asks if Yn is Pierre’s girlfriend Mick is fuming. 

“No,” it’s Mick’s monosyllabic answer before he brings Yn to his embrace, holding her in front of his body and burying his head on her neck. He doesn’t even register that Kika is right beside Pierre laughing at the way they got it all wrong and explaining that Yn is just like Mick, rarely, somebody doesn’t like her. 

When he closed his teeth after nipping at her skin, pinching her pulsing point, Yn held back a whine and laced their fingers. And it was just what Mick needed to drag her out of there. He doesn’t stop to say goodbye, doesn’t stop to explain why they’re leaving, they just navigate between the crowds to the waiting drivers outside the club. The second they reach the hotel and get inside the elevator, Mick is all over her and that fire is completely new to Yn. So much so that she can’t even formulate a question about what got him like that, because he answers for himself too, when he mumbles “Gotta show them you’re mine. Show them you can be friendly with everyone, but there’s one side of you that only I can see.” 

Yn relishes in the feeling of being trapped between the elevator walls and his hard body, the way one of his thighs presses against her core and he holds her face between his big hands, making her lips pluck just for him. In fact, everything she would do that night would be just for him. For their pleasure only. In the security of being free to be as nasty as she wanted because that was just what Mick was doing by whispering the most unholy things in her ears. 

She was fucked.

Would literally be in just a few seconds, there wasn’t any doubt about it.

Once they were inside his room, Mick made quick work of taking off her dress, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air of the room, her nipples hardening in an instant, she whimpered asking for his touch.

“Oww, poor girl. I haven’t even touched you yet, Schatzi,” he mocked, holding the strings of her panties in his hands and pushing it up a bit, dragging the material right on her clit. Yn moaned, and he smirked deviously. He was being mean because he could and because he knew it turned her on, “I wonder how wet that pussy is.” 

“It’s for you, Micky. All for you,” she manages to breathe out her answer. 

“I bet it is, Schatzi. I bet you kept thinking about me losing my patience, dragging you into one of those bathrooms, and fucking you until they all heard you screaming,” his dirty words kept going dragging more and more moisture from her body. Making it hotter. “Or did you think about me fingering you under the table?” he chuckled maliciously, and louder when Yn grabbed one of his hands and pushed it inside her pants.

Mick shook his head, keeping his fingers still right on top of her clit, “tsk tsk, that’s not how this works, Yn. You know that though everyone says you’re a ray of sunshine, you’re actually a bad girl, don’t you? You tease me so much by being just like me, it’s not even fair,” he remarks. 

“Micky, I-” she’s interrupted by his pointer finger on top of her lips. 

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson tonight, OK?” Yn could swear she never saw that gleam in his eyes. “You’re mine and only mine. Ok?” he repeated his last remark, grabbing her chin and turning her face to his. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Now that’s improving,” Mick nodded, and finally his fingers dragged on her slit, feeling how wet and piling she was for him. He took his time caressing her, circling her clit, and getting so close to inserting his fingers, that Yn wanted to scream at him whenever he retreated.

That was mean.

He knew that was mean.

He was having fun with it all. 

But it did not take him long to push her against the mattress of their bed. Big hands held Yn’s waist in place while she tried to make herself as comfortable as she could, supporting her body on her arms, face down on the pillows, and ass up in the air like a piece of art made for his eyes only. Yn heard the drag of his zippers, and his pants coming down. She heard the material of his shirt, and she heard the slap he gave on her ass too, moaning into the bed. 

She felt dizzy, a rush of ecstasy running through her body when he pushed her panties to the side and bottomed out in one swift motion splitting her in two. She felt her arousal messing where their bodies intertwined and his firm grip on her waist that would certainly leave bruises behind. The cotton of her piece of clothing pushed deliciously against her clit, and she had to register both feelings when Mick draped part of his body on top of her and bit her shoulder. 

“Stay still,” he commanded, and Yn shuddered with how sinful his desire was, “Now show me how much you need me.” She pushed her hips back sending shockwaves through their bodies, starting a lazy pace, with deep but slow strokes.

“I need more, Micky,” Yn cried out, without stopping her movements. She turned her face slightly trying to make eye contact and he caressed her spine with one hand, “Please, give me more, love.” 

And that he did. Mick moved one strong leg to the bed, his other foot planted on the ground, and dived into her pussy with strength and pace, taking moans out of Yn. He felt the sweat start at his hairline, and his hands gripping her waist started to slip, making him sink his short nails into her skin. His frantic moves brought them closer to their orgasms, and when he felt her walls contract against his dick he gripped her neck bringing her back flush to his front, creating a new angle and hitting new spots that made Yn see stars. She gripped his waist and slid her hand to his ass digging her own nails there. 

Mick grunted and lost a bit of the self-control he had, slipping dirty words in German on her ear. 

“You’re taking me so well, being such a good girl for me.”

“All for you, just for you, Mick,” she whimpers moments before he tells her to milk his cock, to let go, to jump off because he’s ready to catch. And Yn does just that. She cums and Mick’s not far behind, giving her just a few more strokes to ride her orgasms and reach his. 

“You look so sexy fucked up like this,” the German mumbles after a second of silence catching his breath. Yn smiles lazily. “But I want one more, give me one more, Schatzi.”

Yn lies on her back now, Mick hovering over her, eyes searching for hers in an attempt to make sure she’s still navigating the same boat, feeling the same waters. There’s a wicked glow in her eyes too. He smirks. 

Still holding eye contact with Yn, Mick drags his shaft on her slit, messing his dick with their juices, before sliding inside again. She purred in his ear, lacing her arms around his broad shoulders. Mick rolled his hips, and Yn bucked hers, looking for relief again. Searching the shockwaves. 

“I’ll never get enough of you,” She confesses, and he grins on her neck, nipping her skin.

“Say my name,” this time his forehead was touching hers, blue orbs trained on hers, and when she moaned his name Mick snapped his lower half, dragging his body against hers. “You’re taking me so well. Always takes me so well. Such a good girl now. I’m obsessed with you. Love you so much, Schatzi,” he praises. 

Mick gives another series of commands, telling Yn not to take her eyes off him, to roll her hips, to dig her nails into his shoulders, and to moan louder. She does it all. She does everything in a trance. Each syllable is pronounced against his lips, each movement is made with the permission of his eyes. There’s too much to gather, too much to concentrate, she feels her body convulsing, a sob passing between her open lips, right before the gates are opened and she’s squirting for the first time. Pussy gushing on Mick and their bed. Making a mess of everything, and making him cum right on the spot while watching everything unfold. His eyes keep going from hers to their joined bodies, to hers again, and he smirks proudly before they both slump in a mess of sweat, cum, and limbs on the bed. 

“That was so hot,” he blushed. After saying the dirtiest things and doing them all, Mick Schumacher blushed. 

“You gotta keep teaching me lessons. I feel like I have so much more to learn,” Yn joked with a giggle, and he kissed her chin. 

“If it depends on how friendly you are, I’m gonna teach you you’re mine after every social gathering.”

“I kinda like this new side of you.”

“Kinda?” he arches his brows. Y/n can almost hear him mentioning the hottest sex they’ve ever had. She smiles.

“A lot, actually. I like it a lot.” 

“I thought so too.”

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[malarign]

situationship

(when you’re not dating yet)

contains: bf!hyungline x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! none i think? lmk | wc: 0,7k

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author’s note: i’m so delulu bc of this, it’s not funny anymore

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Lee Heeseung | 이희승

very confident

Heeseung is the type of guy who knows what he wants. And what he currently wants is to make sure you and everybody around you know how much he is interested in you. Honestly, to say he’s interested in you is an understatement since all he can think of is you. Every single thought that comes to his mind goes back to you.

Everything just comes so naturally like playing with your hair whenever you’re telling him about your day or preferably when you’re telling him about your day and playing with HIS hair, all while he lays on your lap comfortably.

Obscene flirting with you around his friends is also part of the pack. Heeseung just can’t help eyeing you up and down and complimenting your look. But not just any compliment will do. His praises are always very descriptive, letting you know his exact thoughts, just like he has no filter (he doesn’t).

Park Jongseong | 박종성

confident but a little oblivious

Jay didn’t even realize something started to happen between you two. It took him two conversations with his friends and three compliments from you to finally see not only it’s him who’s interested but that the feeling is mutual. His confidence went up, but still, he did not let anybody know how it made him feel, and let me tell you he got butterflies just from thinking about it.

What is so attractive to him about you is how ambitious you are, and how much knowledge you possess. Your versatility in interests makes you unique, that’s why he started researching them, just to impress you in a deep conversation or even just playful chitchat.

But what truly makes your situationship obvious to everybody around you is how truly clingy you get whenever you are close. Hand-holding and even hugging from behind is not enough, so he started inviting you to sit on his lap (which you gladly accepted), making it your new default seat each time you’re spending together.

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

pretty confident

Jake is usually a menace just to society but now that he has you in his eye he doesn’t even let you forget and miss him for a second. At first, you could think it’s an exaggeration, but let’s be for real, when Jake falls for somebody he devotes himself to that person, leaving no room for doubt of his feelings.

Some could think it’s pretty annoying the way he called you and send you voice memos almost every second, updating you on each hour of his day. What could possibly cross the line was how he almost every day called you in the middle of the night. He wasn’t trying to cover the fact he missed you and wanted to listen to your voice, making it your new favorite part of the day, which you waited for every day.

What actually made a blush creep to your cheeks was how many nicknames he used. Of course, his favorite ones were either basic “baby” or a little bit more jokingly said “wifey”(was it though?). None of them made you uncomfortable, especially after you started to use just as cliche and cheesy nicknames on him.

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

very shy

Now, when it comes to Sunghoon he wishes he could be more confident but as soon as he sees you he can’t help a blush that paints his cheeks and tip of ears. He’s the definition of admiring from afar, watching you with a fond smile talking to your friends, and enjoying games you play.

That doesn’t mean he does it all the time. Just as much as he’s a shy person he’s also a jealous one. When he likes somebody he wants them just for him, and him only. That’s why when he feels a little bit neglected he gently taps your shoulder earning not only your whole attention but also your beautiful and charming smile, that only he is worthy of seeing.

But when you are completely alone or just without any of your friends he absentmindedly starts to play with your fingers while either watching a movie or just chitchatting in a cafe. He does it ever so gently and delicately as if your fingers were just as fragile as glass. The way his fingers brush against yours makes your stomach do flips and fill with butterflies.

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[lovebugism]

❛ i’m telling you all of a sudden, but it isn’t new to me. i love you. ❜ with our boy Steve Harrington please?

i wrote this after watching little women, so this is like that one laurie and amy scene but stranger things coded <3 hope you like it!! (this is 5k words btw and barely proofread 🫣)

The R.V. smells like coopery blood, alternate dimension muck, and nine teenagers who haven’t showered in three days. But despite all that, Steve Harrington is next to you, smiling. 

As if there’s anything worth being happy about now. 

He tells you about a dream with a hopeful gleam in his honey eyes, like he believes it’ll all come true — like death is staring him in the face. “I know it’s silly, but I… I always dreamed I’d have this really, really big family. I’m talking like, uh— a full brood of Harrington’s. I don’t know, five… Maybe six kids?”

“Six?” you repeat with an incredulous laugh. You turn your body in the passenger seat to face him more, shoulder pressing into the worn pleather. You’ve got your brows raised to your hairline in shock at his admission and a beam on your face you don’t realize is there.

“Uh-huh. Six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys,” he says with an assured nod. There’s a distant smile hinting at the edges of his lips, and he looks at you with it for a moment before turning back to the road again. 

“And every summer, I figured all of us Harrington’s, we’d pack into something like this, and… just see the country. You know, the Rockies, the Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. We’d end up in some beachside town in California and spend a week parked in the sand, maybe learn how to surf or something.”

You can picture the dream so effortlessly, almost like it’s one you’ve had yourself. 

In some ways, you did.

Steve Harrington was the kind of boy that filled you with butterflies and childlike daydreams. It was more innocent than lusting, more significant than a teenage crush. There was a time you’d wanted to be with him so badly that you could barely breathe. It kept you up at night, fantasizing about a future with a boy that didn’t want you. It haunted your dreams just as often.

You were, perhaps a bit begrudgingly, a part of that stereotype — a girl who wanted all of the things adults thought girls wanted. You longed for a pretty white dress and a husband that cried when you walked down the aisle. You wanted a small house with a white picket fence, a home that’s always loud with laughing children and barking dogs and loving parents.

It was a future you only wanted with Steve.

But he didn’t love you. Not the way he loved Nancy.

Not the way he still loves Nancy.

It’s not a crime he needs to confess to for you to know he’s guilty of it. You can see it written all over his face, in the way he talks about his future family and flits his gaze from the winding backroad up to the rearview mirror to look at her. He’s picturing her in his head the way you picture him in yours.

Knowing someone else is a part of this dreamt-up family and not you is a bitter pill to swallow.

It has you looking back too, at the gang of ragtag soldiers you’re about to save the world with. You glance over your shoulder at all of them, finding them dozing or outright sleeping in the back of the R.V. 

You don’t blame them. The past few days have been hell.

You’re just glad Max has finally found a moment of peace. The redhead lazes between Lucas and Dustin on the couch in the very back. She rests her head on the former boy’s soldier, but you can’t tell if she’s sleeping or not. Lucas has his eyes closed but a smile on his face as he lays his cheek on the crown of her head.

Dustin, on the other hand, looks dreadfully out of place among the two lovebirds. His head is tilted back and his mouth is wide open. Soft snores spill from his throat.

Erica, Robin, and Nancy all sit at the tiny table beside the tinier kitchen. Their heads are either resting on their folded arms or pressing against the window.

The small cushion adjacent to the couch is taken up wholly by Eddie. 

Your Eddie.

His long legs are spread and his back is slouched against the side of the R.V. He’s taking up every bit of room the thing has to offer, which wasn’t very much to begin with. His pink lips are parted and slightly chapped. He blows soft exhales from them that make his chest rise and fall with even breaths. 

Your hands begin to ache with the want to run them through his wild strands of hair, to ease his head to your chest and let the sound of your heartbeat chase away the nightmares that threaten to plague him.

You want so badly to sleep alongside him, but you know that slumber won’t come as easily to you.

Despite the exhaustion that weighs down your tired bones, whenever you close your eyes, you can only see Chrissy’s mangled body on the ceiling of Eddie’s trailer. The image of broken bones and sucked-out eye sockets is stained on the back of your mind.

It’s something you’ll never forget. Not in a billion, trillion lifetimes.

You’re scared you won’t ever sleep peacefully again.

But you’re glad Eddie’s finally resting. Even if you can’t. 

And maybe that’s what love is.

…Love.

You almost can’t believe you’re calling it that. It’s not like you’ve told him as much or anything. You haven’t been together very long, only a few months, but you’re not sure what else to call this feeling. Is it normal for you to want to fight the most powerful dark wizard known to man with your bare hands as long as it means keeping Eddie safe?

The realization that you’re actually moving on from Steve is perhaps more shocking. You were starting to think you’d be fawning over him for the rest of your life, destined to be alone forever while he got married and had kids. But then Eddie came out of nowhere. He swept you off your feet without even trying.

You’d spent so much of your life in love with Steve that you’d forgotten how it felt to be loved. But Eddie reminded you, most ardently so, and you’ve never been happier.

And Steve can see all that.

He can see how you’ve gone to hell and back — quite literally — to keep Eddie safe. He can see how Eddie still manages to make you laugh so hard your stomach hurts, even though death looms overhead like a big, gray storm cloud. It almost makes him angry. Not at Eddie, exactly. And certainly not at you. He’s more so mad at himself for waiting until you were out of his grip entirely to need you like air.

Steve wasn’t an idiot; he knew how you felt about him. He’s known for years. But Nancy was the only girl in his purview for… an embarrassingly long amount of time. Maybe that’s because she didn’t want a single damn thing to do with him at first, and it wasn’t like Steve to back down from a challenge.

But you? You were easy. You were always going to be there. Your love was the only constant thing in his life.

And then it just… wasn’t.

It was like his center of gravity had suddenly shifted or his feet had been knocked out from under him. The loss of you, of something that was never his to begin with, jarred him like he’d been awake with most vigor. Now, he finds himself living in a nightmare — forced to watch you fall in love with someone else while he ebbs slowly from your mind.

You sit with him now — with Eddie — while he and Dustin fuck around with the shields they’d crafted out of tin garbage can lids. You watch them with a smile on your face even though you’re shaking your head at them and telling them something that Steve can’t hear. 

You’ve got a sword in your hand, and you sharpen its steel with a rock. The too expensive thing had been hanging on the wall at The War Zone, and you told Eddie you just had to have it. 

“I’ll just… take up extra shifts at Wayne’s shop,” you reason with a shrug, gaze never leaving the bladed weapon.

“Do whatever you want,” the brunette boy responded nonchalantly as he dropped four cases of ammunition into the red basket in your hand. He smiled down at you. “That just means I’ll get to see you more.”

It hurts Steve for you to be so far away from him. 

You’re just across the small clearing. All he’d have to do is walk over to you, really, but it’s more than just the distance. No matter how close he gets to you, or how far you get from Eddie, your soul’s always going to be with him. 

Steve will never have you like that, and that’s what hurts the most.

He thinks he’s doing a pretty good job of keeping a stiff upper lip about it. He thinks he’s keeping some deep, dark secret, having no idea that he’s all but spilling his guts to Robin. Honestly, he’s just trying to make conversations while they make homemade bombs out of gasoline and glass bottles, but he’s more than obvious. As per usual.

“How long do you think they’ve got?” Steve asks her out of the blue while he pours the chemicals through the funnel and into the flask Robin holds out for him. He doesn’t wait for an answer. 

“Because I thought they’d be over forever ago, you know? I mean… it’s Eddie. She’s, like, totally out of his league, right? But I’m pretty sure they just had an anniversary or something because I saw him buying flowers at Bradley’s Big Buy the other day…”

Robin opens her mouth to get a word in, but Steve just keeps on going going going.

“Unless you think they were for someone else? But let’s be serious, right? He’s a freak, but he’d never do that to her. I don’t know… Maybe he’s just the sorta guy that gets her flower for no reason, and it hasn’t been as long as it feels.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure they—”

“Let’s face it, if he’s doing that for her, they’re probably gonna make it, right?” the boy laughs bitterly to himself. He stuffs a rag into the neck of the bottle. “God, I’m such an idiot… Maybe if I’d done those things, I’d still—”

“I swear to god, if you say you’d still be with Nancy, I’m gonna punch you in the forehead,” Robin snapped suddenly. She’s got a foreign sternness to her tone and a glacial hardness in her blue eyes. She glares at him with it. “You don’t love Nancy, Steve. And she doesn’t love you. So stop going for the easiest thing when you know it’s not what you want.”

He sighs. He knows she’s right. “I just—”

“I get it. It sucks being lonely. I’m pretty sure I’m destined to spend the rest of my life alone, so join the club,” Robin smiles, a tad bit cynically, at him. “It sucks being in love with someone you can’t have. Trust me, I get it. But you need to move on.”

Steve swallows. He almost winces at the thought of that — of never having you. He shakes his head as though to get rid of the idea entirely. “I can’t… I can’t do that, Rob.”

“Then what are you gonna do, Steve?” she asks him with a mirthless, but not unkind laugh. 

She nods her head over to you. You laugh as Eddie spins you in his arms, both of you marveling at how you’ve just nailed a tree on the far edge of the clearing with the knives you’d thrown at it. Steve can hear the sound of your bubbly laughter from where he sits. Its brightness rivals that of the setting sun. 

“Look at her. She’s happy. Finally. So… Just let her be happy,” Robin advises with a shrug. She sets the glass bottle in the box with the rest of them. “I mean, we’re about to stop a dark wizard from ending the world, you know? Some of us probably won’t make it out—”

“Don’t say that,” Steve scolds.

“Some of us probably won’t make it,” she repeats, firmer this time, like it’s something he really needs to hear. “Something could happen to Eddie. Something could happen to her. Do you really want to be the selfish asshole that ruins what could very well be everyone’s last moments together just because you’ve got a bleeding heart?”

She’s being harsh. He knows it deserves it. Now is virtually the worst time to tell you everything on his mind — just when you’re starting to really settle down with Eddie and about to fight some wizard in an alternate dimension.

Something could happen to her. Those words left Robin’s mouth and stabbed him in the heart like a thousand unforgiving knives. Steve can’t fathom anything ever happening to you. Even with the end of the world, with all of you about to fight a war, it never crossed his mind. He can’t picture his life without you in it.

He can’t lose you without telling you how he feels — that he loves you, that he’s always loved you, and that he’s an oblivious idiot who learned that too late.

He can’t lose you at all.

So, against his better judgment and Robin’s sound advice, Steve abandons his work with her and hikes the relatively short distance over to you.

Eddie hasn’t yet let go of you. He keeps his arms tight around your waist and hugs you from behind, pressing the back of you to his chest while his chin sits along your shoulder. His chocolate eyes are stuck on the bullseye you’d carved into the bark of the tree on the far side of the clearing. The four knives you’d thrown, now stuck at the very center of the target, stare back at him.

“This is probably a bad time to be turned on, huh?” he half-jokes, chin bobbing against your shoulder with every word.

“Eddie!” you scold as you wrench yourself out of his grip.

Dustin’s face screws up from where he lounges on the grass beside the both of you. “Gross…” 

You walk away from the two boys to collect your knives from the poor oak tree. Eddie whistles lowly at you while you go — as though he’s never seen you in a pair of jeans before. You throw your middle finger over your shoulder at him in response.

That’s when Steve catches you, when you’re finally alone, and with a tiny white lie of needing to go back to the R.V. for more gasoline. You offer to walk with him, just like he figured you might, because none of you wants anyone to go off alone. Not with Vecna potentially watching you.

You walk alongside him through the thick wood, dodging low-hanging branches and uplifted roots. Steve notices the distant smile dancing on the corners of your lips — a beautiful stain Eddie’s left there.

“What are you gonna do?” he asks you suddenly. “You know, when this is all over?”

Your brows raise at his question, mouth falling softly agape and eyes widening with a far-off look. You look stumped by the simple inquiry, like it’s something you hadn’t thought of yet — of any of this being over.

“I don’t know…” you murmur. “Go back to work, I guess.”

Steve laughs. “We’re gonna save the world tonight, and you’re gonna be back in the office on Monday?”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll take a sick day,” you joke, just to hear him laugh again.

He lifts a splintered tree limb to get it out of the way for you, then ushers you to walk ahead of him. You mutter a low and shy “thank you” as you walk beneath it. He lets the branch fall again as he follows behind you.

“What about you, then?” you retort. “What are you gonna do after? Since going back to a nine-to-five is so unreasonable.”

“Actually, I was thinking about writing an opera,” Steve quips with a straight face. “I would be the main character, of course—”

“You’re such an idiot,” you giggle with the shake of your head. The airy, sunshine sound makes him smile down at you. His honey-tined gaze swims with longing. You don’t catch it because you’re not looking back at him.

“What do you want me to do, then?”

You tilt your head to catch his stare. Your eyes sparkle and your brows arch with a look both soft and stern. “Honest answer?”

“Of course.”

“I think you should go work for your dad. Try and… I don’t know… make something for yourself—”

“Alright, that’s not…”

“—Because you can’t work at Family Video forever, Steve!”

“You’re not playing fair,” he concedes quietly, laughing under his breath and shaking his head.

He shouldn’t have expected anything less — you did preface an honest answer, after all. It doesn’t make him feel any less bad about it, though.

You’d supported Steve through a lot of shit. Every mindless fight with his parents, every breakup that had him swearing he would never love again, every aspect of his douchebag phase that almost ruined your friendship. You were always soft with him, but never dishonest.

So when he told you that his dad offered him a well-paying job in Indianapolis, it didn’t surprise him when you told him to take it. Despite all the other shit (his broken relationship with his father and his incessant daydreaming of settling down with Nancy, namely), you knew he wasn’t happy in Hawkins.

“Fuck your dad, Steve. This isn’t about him,” you’d said. “You should take it! Starting building your life in the city! And when you’re finally making more money than your stupid dad, you can rub it in everyone’s stupid faces.”

Steve, of course, ended up turning it down.

The salary was high — too high for a boy just out of high school — but he figured no amount of money was worth a wounded pride. 

Steve was scared that it was all a ploy, another thing his dad could hold over his head, another accomplishment that wasn’t really his. And, truth be told, he was less enthusiastic about leaving Hawkins without you. He isn’t quite sure where he’d be in life without you guiding him through a significant portion of it. It made it nearly impossible to picture a life that didn’t have you at the very center of it.

He happily took to be Robin Buckley’s schmuck at Scoops Ahoy (and then again at Family Video) and Dustin Henderson’s unofficial chauffeur instead. He didn’t mind being a casualty of rattrap small town as long as it meant he didn’t have to stray too far from you.

But here you were now, right next to him in this lonesome forest, and still so far away.

You meet his boyishly forlorn expression with a sincere, tight-lipped smile. “You know that I’m right.”

“Yeah, I do,” he scoffs in response. “That’s the problem.”

“When we kill Vecna and save Hawkins for the… thousandth time… You should take that job. I mean, screw your dad, you deserve a life outside of all this shit—”

“So do you,” he argues.

“I’ll make it without you, Harrington. I’ll try to, anyway,” you quip, turning your gaze up to the family of birds sitting high in an oak tree and wishing you were one of them. You shrug to yourself. “I’ll keep on being a secretary at the car shop… Maybe settle down with Eddie.”

That makes Steve stop dead in his tracks. He laughs bitterly to himself, a quiet and venom-coated scoff. “Right. Because living with his uncle in a one-bedroom trailer is such a dream.”

It makes you stop, too, and turn on your heel to face him. You’re surprised to find him so many paces back. Steve sees a flash of hurt strike like lightning across your features, but he’s too hurt to apologize.

“I get it,” you concede with a small, cynical smile. “You don’t like him. You never have. But… He’s a good guy, Steve. If you just got to know him—”

“It’s not that,” he mumbles, cutting you off before he has to suffer through a list of reasons why Eddie’s so much better than he is. The boy’s gaze falls to the forest floor. He kicks a bunch of green pine needles with the toe of his sneaker rather than meet your prying gaze.

“Then what is it?” you retort. “Because I was just trying to help you. I didn’t say to, like, hurt your feelings or whatever. I just know that you want a life in the city, with a big house and a whole bunch of kids—” A laugh spills from your lips as you remember the dream he was telling you about. “You want that picture-perfect life, right? Now you can have it!”

“You don’t know what I want,” he counters quietly.

“Oh, please. I know you better than you know yourself, Steve Harrington—”

“Break up with him,” he blurts.

Your playful smile fades almost instantly. Your eyes search his face for any hint that he might be joking, but all you find is a deeply heartbroken boy. His bushy brows are scrunched together, his eyes glimmering with unshed tears, a puppy-like hurt painting each of his features.

You match his expression of grief with your own. Your face scrunches with a mixture of confusion and sorrow. “Wh… What?” you manage to stutter after realizing you’d been holding your breath.

“I don’t want you to settle down with Eddie,” Steve confesses. A secret he thought he’d take to his grave before ever telling you.

You’re quiet. For several long moments, you’re eerily silent. Even the forest hangs on bated breath. Birds stop chirping, the wind stops blowing, leaves stop rustling. It’s just you and him and a great big world waiting on the both of you.

A frown pulls down the very corners of your mouth. Your eyes go glassy and wide, like a heartbroken baby, and your head jerks back softly, still defensive and unsure.

“Why?” you force through a tightening throat.

“Why?” Steve repeats, finding it somehow within himself to laugh. He takes several short strides to stand with you again. With him closer now, you can see the sadness in his smile and the flush that blotches his cheeks. “You know why…”

You only shake your head in response. The words are far harder to get out. “No…”

“I just… I know it feels like I’m saying it all of a sudden, but it’s… It’s not new to me, you know?” Steve tries his best to explain to you why he’s choosing now, of all moments, to pour his heart out to you. His eyes are as wide and hopeful as the palms he waves out in front of him. “I don’t wanna go into this without you knowing how I feel about you—” 

“Steve,” you agonize in hopes of ending his rambling. “Don’t.”

“—And I just want you to know, in case something happens, that I love you.”

“No,” you say with the defiant shake of your head, your chin quivering and your gaze ice-cold.

“Yes,” he replies, just as stubborn.

“Steve…” you choke out when the name gets hung in your throat. 

A warm tear falls from your lashes and onto the very apple of your cheek. You wipe it away with the back of your hand and use your free one to bat Steve away when he tries to reach out for you. You stumble back from him, heading back the way you came — back to Eddie.

“Don’t, Steve. Just stop it.”

“Why?” he grieves in the softest voice he can muster, wet and warm with his hurt.

“You’re being mean,” you scold.

“I’m being mean?” he echoes with a sad sort of laugh.

“When it comes to you… I have always been second to Nancy. Always. And I won’t be the person you settle for just because she doesn’t want you, Steve,” you rant, voice fragile like glass or flower petals. 

He wants to tell you that he doesn’t want Nancy — that being with the person he loves won’t be settling — but you continue in your lament, and he misses the chance.

“I can’t… I won’t do it, okay? Not after I’ve spent my entire life loving you,” you confess to him, face scrunched in anger. It’s a subtle sort of rage, pointed both at him and yourself.

He watches, feeling totally helpless, while you wipe bitterly at your damp cheeks. Steve’s seen a lot of assholes make you cry. He never dreamed he’d be one of them. 

Robin was right. He’d ruined everything. It seems to be the only thing he’s good at these days.

“I’m sorry,” he calls to you as you walk away. “I wasn’t… I didn’t say it to make you sad.”

“You shouldn’t have said it at all!” you shout back, angrier than you’ve ever been with him. You take in a stuttering breath and exhale a shakier sigh, trying to calm yourself down again. “I just don’t get why you waited so long…” you agonize, words wet with tears. “Why did you wait until I was happy? Eddie… Eddie’s so nice to me, Steve. And you just… You just throw this shit at me right before we... That’s not fair.”

“I know…” he murmurs. “I know…”

The world starts turning again. 

Birds sing their songs, sounding somehow sadder than before, as though in lament for the brokenhearted boy. The wind begins to whistle as it brushes through the trees. It’s only half successful in breathing air back into your lungs.

A rustling of the brush gains both of your attention’s. It sounds like something is slithering somewhere in the thick laurel — a rabbit, a snake, a dark wizard out to kill a bunch of sad teenagers. 

You and Steve are alone, heartbroken, and clear targets for a monster who feeds on traumatized kids.

Though it’s entirely unlikely that Vecna has crawled out from the depths of the Upside Down and into these woods, you and Steve reach for your respective weapons anyway — him for the axe strapped to his back and you for the knives hanging on your belt. You’re ready to protect each other despite your distant anger.

But instead of some shriveled skin creep, you find freaks of a different kind.

The pale human faces of Dustin and Eddie peek out from the brush with curious smiles. They maneuver through the thicket and try to avoid the thorns. “What’s going on over here, huh?” the oldest boy wonders with his signature sparkling grin.

It’s almost scary how you so easily contort your features full of grief into a sickly sweet, artificial smile. You swipe the back of your hand over your face again to clear the tears clinging to your lashes, though it looks like you’re only wiping away sweat.

“Nothing,” you answer quickly with the innocent shake of your head. “Steve was just being an idiot—”

“Imagine that,” Dustin scoffs.

“—And saying stuff he doesn’t mean.”

“That’s not true,” Steve mutters, then clears his throat when the words come out more choked than expected.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t out here making moves on my girl, Harrington,” Eddie lilts with a playful smile. He reaches you and wraps a heavy arm over your shoulder to tuck you into his side. 

His sudden touches stopped surprising you a long time ago. You realized early on in your relationship that he can’t go without touching you for very long.

Eddie squints teasingly at Steve. “Go get your own.”

The boy doesn’t have a comeback at the ready. He isn’t sure of what to say, anyway. Eddie’s jokes aren’t as funny when they aren’t jokesanymore. He was just sort of professing his love to you and getting his heart stomped on in the process. He should probably be used to the feeling by now, but it stings like it’s brand new.

You’re grateful for Eddie’s appearance and the bickering that seems to follow him wherever he goes. It’s easy to get lost in his words, let all the sarcasm run over you, and forget the bullshit that came before it.

“We should head back before the others think we got abducted by Vecna or something,” you urge, desperate to get away from these woods and from this moment.

Dustin listens to you without question because he always listens to you. And Steve listens because he wants an escape just as much as you do. He’d rather go back to Robin and all her “I told you so”’s than keep watching Eddie hold you like he is now.

“What do ya say we skip this joint and have our own fun out here?” the wild-haired boy jokes, already leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth.

“Eddie, don’t—” you huff, but otherwise don’t fight him. It’s only an innocent peck, a loud smack upon your lips, that makes Dustin mutter “gross…” under his breath as he walks away. 

And if he heard it, that means Steve heard it.

You keep your eyes open all the while. You feel a bit numb, actually. A little like you’ve just kissed a ghost. You feel as cold as one, as distant and not all there. Eddie holds your hand the entire walk back to the clearing, but you have a hard time feeling it.

You feel a bit like woods surrounding you. You’re all crowded and heavy with sadness. You can’t tell if your grief is your own or if you’re feeling Steve’s too, because you can’t seem to take your eyes off him.

There’s an entire forest within you, you find, and Steve’s carved his initials into every tree.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Dandelions and Yarrow (3)

Their deep root systems that allows them to withstand drought and poor soil conditions.

Amelia is finally home and gets to meet the newest space marine to settle in Gannet Point. Hurricane Alcyon storms the medical wing of the base. Erriox only wants to go home to his bonded.

**Dialogue in Gothic language is bolded and italicized. **

Author’s Notes: Chapter One, Two, Three,

TW angst

Thanks @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for letting me use Jophiel! Poor Erriox deciding to go through the medical wing on his way out was a poor decision.

Just a few points:

This takes place before Ben/Malaran “Orca” Blackspike storyline.

Amelia is bonded to Alcyon, a chaos Iron Warrior. These two share an intense bond that teeters on the point of becoming a mate bond.

Alcyon has a pretty good grasp of the english language. He usually communicates with Amelia in english and other Astartes in Gothic.

Thanks to @squishyowl for the divider image!

OCs: Alcyon (chaos Iron Warrior), Amelia Plover

“Mom!” Amelia walks swiftly towards the older woman waiting in the airport and pulls her into a tight hug, “I missed you so much.”

Mara chuckled, hugging her daughter back lovingly, “I missed you too, fledgling. It wouldn’t have killed you to call a little more often, though.”

Amelia smiled sheepishly, “Yeah… sorry.”

Her adoptive mother patted her back before pulling away, smiling back at her, “I’m glad you’re here safe and sound. Ready to go?” She asked.

It was as if an invisible weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Amelia straightened as she walked alongside her mom to the car, “Let’s go home.”

They pulled up to Mara’s house where a very tall, rather handsome looking, armoured angel with large white wings waited at her aunt’s door. He looked at Amelia, then at Mara, and then at the luggage in the opened trunk, “I help.” He said, easily grabbing the luggage. Mara unlocked the door and the angel followed them inside the house, gently setting Amelia’s luggage down by the stairs.

Mara greeted him warmly, “Hello Jophi!”

“Thank you for your help.” Amelia said. She couldn’t help but smile. Recognizing that he was a space marine, she wondered if there were also other winged marines like him. He looked so young though, much much younger than Alcyon. Kind of adorable, really.

The winged Astartes smiled back, “You’re welcome.” He replied in stilted English. He then turned to her aunt, “Hello Auntie Mara! I am here for cookies?”

“Cookies? Ah… you mean these?” The older woman pointed at the cooled danishes and butterfly curls on the cookie racks. Jophiel nodded. Mira explained, “These are pastries. Cookies are the ones you ate in class.”

Amelia smiled, watching the space marine’s wings twitch and fluff excitedly, “Yes! I am here for the pastries.”

She helped her aunt pack a box full of the pastries then passed it to the marine.

“Your English is improving, Jophi!” Mara smiled, complimenting him. She then gasped, “I forgot introductions! Amelia, this is Jophiel, he’s been coming to my classes to learn english. He helps with heavy lifting around the house and baking sometimes. Jophi, this is Amelia, my niece and adopted daughter.”

“Daughter? Niece?… Cousin?” Jophiel asked.

Amelia laughed and said in Gothic, catching the winged marine in surprise, “You can call me “Cousin” if you wish. Did Mara adopt you too?”

“Yes.” He replied happily, switching to Gothic as well. Mara’s eyes crinkled with amusement and waved at the two, “You kids have a nice chat, I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.” before leaving to package more pastry orders.

The two waved back before continuing their conversation. Jophiel gently touched her shoulder, pointing to the matching side on his neck, his voice serious, “You are hurt. An Iron traitor hurt you?”

She forgot how keen space marine senses were. Amelia wasn’t quite sure how to respond without the possibility of causing Jophiel to seek out Alcyon for revenge, “He is my bonded. We were rough with each other when we were mating.” She cringed inwardly at her own explanation, it’s like trying to explain sex to a younger sibling. A very big augmented younger sibling.

Thankfully, Jophiel wasn’t ignorant about what sex was nor did he ask for more details. He only looked rather confused and a little more than slightly concerned, “You wanted that?” He asked incredulously.

Amelia covered Alcyon’s bite mark hidden on her neck with her hand, ignoring the slight touch of pain from the tender spot, “Yes. I wanted it. Can we stop talking about this? This is embarrassing.” No, she didn’t want it, at least not at the time, but to preserve her own sanity, she was not about to have another Astartes thrown into protective overdrive on her ass about it.

Jophiel sighed, reluctantly dropping the subject. There wasn’t much he could do about his cousin being bonded to a chaos Astartes, especially when the chaos marine wasn’t present; it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t say nothing about it though. He thumped his chestplate and said, “If that chaos heretic hurts you and you need help, you let me know.”

While Jophiel’s attitude towards chaos space marines was very similar to her ex’s Black Templar, he was a lot more kind about it. Amelia smiled up at him, “I will. Thank you, Jophiel.”

“You are Mara’s daughter so therefore my cousin, it is only right that I protect you too.” He gently grasped her hand with his own.

She gave his fingers a reassuring squeeze, “Thank you.”

The angel-like marine poked his head into the kitchen to say goodbye to Mara before taking his leave. Then waved at her before leaving through the front door. She waved back, going to join her aunt.

“He’s a very sweet young man. A little skittish and shy, but a very nice boy.” Her aunt smiled warmly, “When he first arrived, people around thought he was actually an angel until Nemoth corrected them.” She chuckled.

“I can see that.” Amelia answered.

“Nemoth is still around?” She asked curiously.

Nemoth, or rather Nemoth Bassanar, was a Primaris space marine of the Dark Kraken chapter, who appeared, injured and confused, near Gannet Point many years ago. The townspeople at the time barely knew what a space marine was, but nevertheless took him in and healed his injuries. He then integrated himself with the village and soon became a beloved member of their little community.

Nemoth held a great love for natural history and wildlife, and was fascinated by the creatures that could be seen in and around Gannet Point. He could sometimes be seen assisting the fishermen and biologists or leading guided tours to see the seabird colonies and the northern gannet colonies from where the town got its namesake; if not teaching forging and metalwork at the local community centre. To say the least, Nemoth had been an integral part of almost all the children who grew up in Gannet Point in the last two decades or so.

“Yes! He’s running the decorative metalwork class at the community center around seven tonight. You should go join. I’m sure he won’t mind. He’d be happy to see you. And you might as well help me deliver that box of pastries over there to him as well.” Mara smiled.

Amelia hugged Mara warmly, relaxing as her mother hugged her back, “Thanks Mom, I’ll go do that.”

**************

Alcyon stormed into the medical ward heading straight towards Eric, a fellow medical technician who Amelia worked with.

“Where is she?! Where is Amelia!” He demanded, looming over the reception desk. Eric jumped back in shock.

“She’s on days off. She’s not here.” The tech replied, confused and frightened, quickly reaching for the panic button.

“Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing!” Alcyon growled, grabbing Eric by his front lapel and roughly lifted him up to eye level, ignoring the panicked reactions of the human staff and patients, “Amelia tells you everything! Where did she say she was going?”

Eric wheezed, trying to grab onto the chaos marine’s gauntlet to relieve the tension of his clothes strangling him, “I don’t know. She never said anything about that!”

The chaos Iron Warrior shook the poor medical technician, “Then where would Amelia disappear to?!”

“Disappear? Amelia’s gone?” The young man looked concerned and perplexed. He clearly had no idea that Amelia had left.

“LET ERIC GO RIGHT NOW!” Osteron's voice boomed.

Alcyon snarled irritably, releasing Eric from his grasp. The medical aide fell to the floor, rubbing his throat.

The chaos Iron Warrior bared his teeth, closing his eye briefly to stay the pounding in his head and ignore the ache in his chest. He knew it was from that tattered bond of his. He needed to find Amelia; her presence could fix this, somehow, or at least soothe this pain, this constant aching.

Where was Amelia? Why did she leave? The thrumming of his frayed bond called out to him to find her. Find his bonded. Fix what was broken.

How dare she leave and not tell him where she went! Didn’t she know how this bond affected him? Did she want to kill him? Did their bond and everything they had meant nothing to her? Where did Amelia go?! He needed her. He needed her to stay with him, to mend this bond. He can’t let this break. He’ll have to go home and restart his search. Once he finds her, he will never let her out of his sight. Keep her under lock and key if he had to.

Osteron knew something was very wrong with the chaos Iron Warrior, “Brother Alcyon, stay where you are!” He barked at him.

Alcyon ignored him and turned his heel to leave the medical wing.

“You two! Help me restrain him!” Osteron ordered.

Kalium quickly passed his bonded youngling to one of the nurses before going to capture the wayward chaos marine. Seeing that he was the one of the two Astartes that the apothecary was referring to, Erriox sighed and went to aid his brothers, his hope of going home to Lenora early quickly dashed.

Recognizing Kalium as the one who he’s seen being friendly flirty with Amelia and lingered around her unnecessarily (in his opinion) when she worked, Alcyon roared, “You! You’re the one who tried to steal my MATE!” and launched himself at the offending battle-brother, knocking them both down.

The other Iron Warrior tried to roll him off to no avail, “Don’t blame me! You’re the one who hurt her! That’s why Amelia left and didn’t tell anyone where she went! Wasn’t it?!” Kalium accused the older chaos marine.

Alcyon saw red.

“Everyone! Get into a room!” Osteron ordered. Doctors, nurses, patients, and techs scrambled to move to safety as a brawl erupted in the medical wing.

The chaos marine kicked Erriox off before turning his full attention to trading punches with Kalium. Metal screeched as Alcyon’s claw grazed his helm. Kalium managing to dodge the blow in the bare milliseconds the chaos marine stabbed down towards his face. His eyes widened in alarm when Alcyon used his claw with more dexterity than he ever thought possible, deftly releasing his helm and flip it off his head, the helmet skidding down the hallway before coming to a stop. Erriox quickly took advantage of their position and pinned the chaos marine, grabbing his metal claw to keep his battle-brother from stabbing Kalium with it. Osteron pinned his legs.

Alcyon switched to punching Kalium in the face with his other fist instead. A sharp sensation made him hiss as Osteron plunged a needle deep into his neck, injecting a strong tranquilizer into his system. Despite that, he managed to free one of his legs and back-kicked hard against Osteron, sending the apothecary to his knees.

“Say her name again and I will rip your tongue from your mouth!” Alcyon raged as he struggled harder.

Kalium grappled Alcyon’s one arm and leg from underneath him, keeping his other elbow under his brother’s chin to prevent the chaos Iron Warrior from biting him, snarling back, “You don’t deserve to be Amelia’s bonded!”

Erriox was nearly bucked off the chaos marine at that statement.

“Damn it, Kalium! Stop egging him on! Calm down Alcyon!” Erriox yelled irritably from Alcyon’s other side, struggling to take off his prosthetic metal claw, “How long Osteron?!” He called out.

“Twenty seconds!”

Nowhere had there been someone calming down when being yelled at to calm down if his chaos battle brother, nearly throwing him off again, armour and all, was anything to go by. Erriox smacked Alcyon in the back of his head hard in retaliation though it seemed to do little to dissuade his struggling. Osteron scolded him, “Stop that! We don’t need to add a head injury on top of what is going on!”

His skull is hard enough to take it, Erriox thought crankily. Grumbling, the Iron Warrior threw away the metal claw he removed then forced all of his body weight on top of the thrashing chaos marine. It was so tempting to repeatedly punch him in the head to knock him out faster… but Osteron wouldn’t approve. Kalium, being very glad that he wore his armour today, finally managed to slip out from under Alcyon, and pin down his other side. Eventually the chaos marine struggled less and less until he went fully unconscious.

“Strap him into a bed and put him in Room Five. This tranquilizer only lasts thirty minutes at best.” Osteron urged as they hauled the unconscious Iron Warrior onto a bed and wheeled him into the room.

*************

Amelia took a deep breath as she opened the door to Nemoth’s classroom. The Dark Kraken dark eyes brightened as he welcomed her warmly, “Amelia! It has been a long time!”

“It’s good to see you again, Nemoth.” She smiled as she put down her mother’s box of pastries and hugged the Primaris marine.

He hugged her back, saying, “Welcome back.”

“Thanks. I brought the box of the pastries that you ordered.” Amelia gestured to the box on his desk.

“Yes, thank you. Your mother’s baked goods are delicious. Would you like to stay for this class? It’s decorative metalwork for beginners so I can’t see why you couldn’t join us.” The tall space marine asked her.

Amelia considered that for a moment and agreed, “I would like that.” She paused, “Would you be free to talk after class? I would like your advice on something.”

“Of course.”

That decision was well worth the experience. Amelia had taken a few metalwork classes from Nemoth when she was young, so his class was a wonderful refresher. After the class ended, the roomed cleaned up, and the students have left, Amelia stayed behind to chat with the Dark Kraken.

“Something troubling you?” Nemoth asked her. He could detect the scent of an Iron Traitor on Amelia and his sharp eyes could make out the dark bruising and light scarring on her neck that she hid under her makeup. The Dark Kraken frowned slightly, “Did a chaos Astartes hurt you?”

Her eyes widened and she stuttered in embarrassment, “Uh… no, not like that. My bonded is a chaos Iron Warrior and… we were rough with each other during sex.” She quickly ended, her face going red. It wasn’t the entire truth, but it wasn’t exactly a lie. And it was horribly embarrassing to explain it to the space marine who watched you grow up.

Like Jophiel, he asked with a worried expression, “And you are ok with this?”

“Yes. I agreed to it.” Amelia replied, blushing heavily, looking away from the space marine.

Nemoth sighed, his pale hand patted the seat beside him, “Sit beside me. I know it is not for me to judge what you do with your bonded Astartes, but I would caution to not let your Astartes be too rough, worse injuries can occur accidentally if he doesn’t mind his strength.”

“I will be careful.” Amelia said as she sat down in her seat.

“What do you want advice on?” The Primaris space marine asked, getting straight to the point.

Amelia told him the story about how her ex-husband’s Black Templar Astartes started to cut off access to her son once they had divorced, and how she had tried to remain in contact with her son, resulting in Alcyon’s eventual fight with the Black Templar which caused them to be banned from her son’s school, ending at the big argument that she had with her own Astartes.

The furrow in his brows deepened the longer he listened, “This is troublesome indeed.” Nemoth hummed, “I have two questions: One, did you contact your ex-husband to discuss this issue? It seems like the Iron Tr- Warrior acted on his own, so it is not entirely your fault. Two, your bonded Astartes, did he harm you too?”

“I’ve been in contact with him and while he understands my issue, he and his family still went ahead to file a restraining order against me. Safety reasons, they said.” Amelia spat bitterly. Her voice cracked, “They threatened to take Ben away! And that I’ll never see him again!” Tears ran down her cheeks as she started to bawl.

“I don’t know what to do! Where do I even start?”

A large warm hand rubbed circles on her back as she shuddered from the intensity of her crying, finally releasing so much stress and frustration held within her.

“It’s ok, let out your sorrows.” Nemoth said, handing Amelia a kleenex box, “It is a lot to keep inside. I gave your mother contacts for a few lawyers who specialize in Astartes and human law when she asked for help regarding your matter. Apologies, that is all I could do to help you.”

She wiped her face and smiled wanly at the Dark Kraken, “Thanks Nemoth. It’s somewhere I can start with. And to answer your second question, no, he did not.”

Nemoth raised a brow but did not push the issue, “If you ever feel that your Astartes is a danger to you. You can contact me. Alright?”

“I will. Thanks Nemoth.” Amelia affirmed.

He put his hand on her shoulder, worry seeping into his voice, “Be careful that you don’t fall into the same corruption that led your Astartes into chaos. The humans that have been corrupted in my time do not meet good endings. I don’t wish to see any of the children I’ve watched growing up become beyond saving.”

Amelia patted his hand, “I won’t, I promise.”

****************

Lenora quickly picked up her phone, hearing the familiar ringtone from her Astartes’ call, “Erriox?”

“Lenora. I will be staying at the base for several more days to keep watch over my battle brother.”

Her brows furrowed with concern, “Are you both alright?”

She heard a huff at the other end of the line, “I’m fine, my brother… is not well.”

“Alright, take care of yourselves. I love you.”

“Same to you.” Came Erriox’s warm reply, “I will come home as soon as this is over. See you then.”

[ad0rechuu]

★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (00i) smg route: final puzzle piece

WORD COUNT. 778

WARNINGS. it’s gets a tiny bit spicy but nothing 2 bad

don’t forget to ask questions for the event!! i need three more !!!

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOU SEE HIM. AND YOU KNOW HE SEES YOU TOO BY THE WAY HIS EYES WIDEN WHEN HE MEET YOURS.

All the contestants had packed the stage for the award ceremony. Ateez stood pretty far away from the crowds eyes, unintentionally shielding you from their vision.

None of them had spotted you until they were announced as the winners of the silver prize. Yeosang somehow saw your figure in the hoards of people, waving with excitement.

The seemingly innocent action also brought you into his view.

“I’m in love with you.”

That was first thing Mingi said when Yunho lead you into the dressing room.

After the performance, Yunho had come up to you as you were in line for a gift. He only said that Mingi needed you right now.

Of course your internal alarm bells went off, imagining all the worst possible scenarios that Mingi could have found himself in while you followed Yunho backstage. You aren't even sure if you were allowed to be here, but the rules were the least of your concerns when the man you love could be in a horrible predicament.

As you reach one of the last rooms in the small hallway, you see a tall figure standing there. You immediately call out to him.

“Mingi! Are you okay?”

That’s when he said it.

You were honestly stunned. He, too, was shocked at his own words. And so was poor Yunho, who didn’t have enough time to exit the room before Mingi dropped the bomb.

He probably didn’t mean to say that either, judging from his wide eyed reaction.

You hear the door behind you close as Mingi fumbles with a piece of paper, trying to recall the words of encouragements that San and Seonghwa gave him earlier.

When he looks at you, you still seem shocked; conflicted and unsure of what to do next. He doesn’t blame you in the slightest.

“Uh, I didn’t mean that.” He pipes up, his deep voice raising an octave.

While he’s busy trying to figure out what to say next, you take his words in. Maybe heartbreak or anger would be the logical reaction to this but all you really feel is very confused.

“..You didn't mean it.”

He makes his way over to you quickly, desperate to clear any misunderstandings up.

“Wait, actually I did mean it— I meant that I didn’t mean to say it like that.” He sighs, not realizing the weight of his words.

You nod. “Me too.”

The question marks going around in his head are clear as day but he still asks.

“You what too?”

You are fast to wrap your arms around his neck, sporting a genuine smile as you lean closer to his ear.

“I’m in love with you too.” You whisper.

Mingi feels his heart rate pick up as he scans your eyes for any sign of dishonesty. He’s worried that his heart is going beat out of his chest when he doesn’t find any. He avoids your eyes and tries to keep himself from smiling, which he fails miserably in.

His hands find a comfortable hold on your hips, like they belong there. You lean forward and kiss him, and your stomach fills with even more butterflies because it feels even better than you expected.

He pulls away, his happy dazed look becoming more serious. “Does that mean that you’re mine now? And I’m yours?”

With a firm nod, you agree.

“Yes, I’m yours, lovely,” You pause your sentence as you brush some colorful locks of hair out of his face. “and you are mine!”

The grip on your hips tighten as he pulls you closer than you thought was possible, Mingi leans down to capture your lips once more. He doesn’t close his eyes until he feels the plump skin on his, reveling in the ultimate bliss that you bring him.

In the commotion, he stumbles back falling into the makeup chair, forcing you two to break the kiss.

Neither one of the two of you say anything as he wraps his arms around your middle and rests his head against your belly, closing his eyes in pure comfort.

You stroke the hair on the back of his head in a steady rhythm, which seems to calm him down even more.

At least, that’s what you thought. To your surprise, he starts laughing softly, moving to pull you into his lap.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head and looks up at you with a smile.

“Nothing, I’m just really happy.”

If only he knew how happy he made you. He is your final puzzle piece, the milky way that you’ve been missing.

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[pepi1989]

castles P2 - Matt Sturniolo

Part 1

Another Saturday rolled around, and Matt found himself back at the park, feeling the butterflies return as he waited for you to arrive. He’d never thought he’d get so excited over a simple park date, but here he was, practically counting down the seconds. Charlie, of course, was more focused on the snacks Matt had packed and the little dinosaur toys he’d insisted on bringing.

Just as Matt checked his phone for what had to be the tenth time, he spotted you approaching with that same warm smile. Charlie lit up, waving enthusiastically, and Matt couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.

“Hi, Charlie!” you greeted, crouching down to meet his eye level and ruffling his hair. He handed you a small toy dino he’d brought just for you, declaring, “You can have this one for today!”

“Wow, thanks, buddy! I feel very honored,” you replied with a playful grin, slipping the toy into your pocket before glancing up at Matt. “And hey, Matt.”

“Hey,” he said, feeling a bit more shy now that you were here, but it melted away when you smiled. “Glad you could make it.”

The three of you set off on a little walk around the park, Charlie happily chattering away while you and Matt walked side by side. It felt comfortable, like the three of you had been doing this for ages. You even reached for Charlie’s hand to help him navigate a small hill, and Matt found himself glancing at you, feeling his heart swell at the sight.

After a while, Charlie ran ahead, spotting a colorful kite flying in the distance. “Can I go see it, Daddy?”

Matt nodded, giving Charlie a quick, “Stay close, okay?”

With Charlie focused on the kite, Matt found himself standing close to you, and the quiet that settled felt oddly perfect.

“He’s really something,” you said softly, watching Charlie in the distance.

Matt chuckled, nodding. “Yeah. He’s my little world.”

There was a warmth in your gaze as you looked up at him, and Matt felt himself relax, the shyness giving way to something that felt just a bit bolder. “And,” you added with a slight smirk, “I think he’s going to grow up to be just as sweet as his dad.”

Matt let out a laugh, looking down at the ground for a second before meeting your gaze again. “That’s kind of you to say. It’s… it’s been just us for a while, and I don’t usually… well, I don’t really open up much. But with you, it’s… different.”

You reached out, your hand brushing against his arm in a way that felt natural, comforting. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing a pretty amazing job.”

The soft sincerity in your voice sent a rush of warmth through him, and before he even realized it, Matt reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. The small gesture made you both smile, lingering there in the peacefulness of the moment.

“Daddy!” Charlie called out, waving his little arms in the distance. “Look! The kite!”

Matt and you both laughed, the perfect spell of the moment broken in the best possible way.

As you walked hand-in-hand toward Charlie, Matt felt something bloom in his chest, something that told him this wasn’t just another Saturday at the park. He wasn’t sure where things would go, but with you by his side, it felt like they were heading somewhere beautiful.

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male s/o hcs ; poly barnaby & wally

requested by ; anonymous (11/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; barnaby b beagle, wally darling

outline ; “Can I get Barnaby x reader x Wally hcs? Preferably with male reader but gender neutral works too”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

the three of you are best friends first and boyfriends second — always ready to prank and play but at the same time more than willing to smother each other with attention and affection

barnaby is a massive hugger and loves being able to curl around you and wally, keeping you warm and safe whilst he snores away — arms wrapped around you and face buried between you

kissing barnaby on the nose will make his tail wag whilst he gets this lovesick look on his face — like full on puppy love

wally isn’t the most experienced with physical affection (hugging and especially kissing) so the two of you end up doing a lot of teaching — which he appreciates even if it flusters him at times

you and wally get randomly picked up a lot, with him just hanging limply and complacently in barnaby’s arms whilst you struggle and laugh and try to free yourself from his strong grip

barnaby is the type of boyfriend to give you and wally very peculiar pet names — addressing wally with plays on his last name and you with an array of inside jokes that leave you both endeared and amused

there is an ongoing prank war going on between you and barnaby — and whilst wally doesn’t get involved in his own right he will occasional lend his help to both sides, doing supply runs and offering verbal encouragement throughout

you and barnaby are wally’s main muses and he paints the two of you often in various ways: still life, abstract, together, separate, etc.

and, likewise, the two of you are his biggest cheerleaders always there to keep his spirits high and bombard him with praise for his work

barnaby is a morning person and it takes very little time for him to get ready — wally, meanwhile, is not a morning person and has a whole routine that he needs to go through in order to feel like a person again

so you’ll usually all eat breakfast together before wally shuffles upstairs and drowns the entire floor with hairspray whilst he tries to make himself presentable — all while you and your beloved prankster clean up and go through the rest of your own morning routines

wally refers to you both as ‘my partners’, ‘my better thirds’ and other such titles when out and about — using your individual names if someone asks about barnaby or yourself specifically

barnaby, meanwhile, calls you both things like ‘boyfriends’ and ‘future husbands’ and ‘the pack’ interchangeably and when asked about you or wally specifically will use a silly nickname (e.g. ‘oh apples? he’s doing well’ or ‘yeah, tiny just got around to starting this project he’s been putting off forever…’)

you all have matching coffee/tea mugs — well, had, barnaby dropped his a while ago and now they all just sit in the cupboard as decorations (fixed but not exactly functional)

frequent mishaps occur around the house with your personal favourites being: wally, still not having bothered to do up his hair, absentmindedly taking a massive swig from his paint water cup, and barnaby trying to get onto his unicycle and falling straight off on his face with a very unceremonious ‘umph’ sound (he was fine but it was so out of nowhere that you couldn’t help but laugh)

the three of you go on double dates with frank and eddie and you have a joking rivalry about who the cutest boyfriends are — you all secretly concede that it’s them but you don’t go down without a fight

barnaby gives the best piggy back rides — which makes butterfly catching so much more chaotic and fun whenever all of the neighbourhood is able to get together

the amount of squeaky toys you have laying around the house is quite frankly maddening (enough for wally to make a pretty decent sculpture out of a few worn out ones without making too much of a dent in the collection) though barnaby does his best to clean up after himself

the three of you have agreed to either completely hyphenate your names or just take wally’s last name when you formally marry because you all like how it sounds

ms beagle loves you all so much and spoils all of her boys equally — always talking about how happy you both make her son whilst poor barnaby is left flustered and hiding behind his paws

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The Smart One: Part Two

Yeonjun

Characters: Yeonjun x female reader

Warnings: violence (fight scene where YJ kinda loses it tbh), mentions of- death, drinking, smoking, sleeping around (but it’s all consensual so i don’t see a problem with it. But i know some people do so TW ig), name calling (but they don’t actually mean it and none of them think they do, they’re loving nicknames), crying, pining/angsty love, blood, another pack’s fight, Yeonjun being dumb basically poor baby

Author’s Note: So Yeonjun will have either three or four parts depending on how much i can cut it all down.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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Once he found out he could get quite literally no one else to pick him up, Yeonjun’s original plan was to just stay by his bike and text Huening he was in the parking lot when it was time for him to take him home. He originally had no plans of going inside the library. But before Yeonjun’s brain could stop them, his legs threw themselves over the seat of his motorcycle and made their way through the library’s double doors.

He knew immediately it was a bad idea. For every quickening beat of his heart he felt, he felt more dread and guilt slip into his body. But he knew the pup had already seen his figure in the building when he lifted his head up from his book to see who had walked through the door, a maneuver in which you followed suit. He knew it would be suspicious if he just back tracked and bolted through the entrance, so Yeonjun had to play it off like nothing bothered him.

He promised himself he would not get any closer to you than he already was. He promised himself he wouldn’t even speak to you to prevent himself from getting attached. But of course his little brother had other plans.

Kai hurriedly shoved all his things into his book bag, threw it over his shoulder, grabbed your very confused and unprepared hand, and rushed to where Yeonjun was standing with you stumbling behind him in an attempt to keep up.

The elder boy panicked internally. How was he going to play it cool when you’d soon be standing in front of him close enough to overwhelm him? How was he supposed to remain calm and collected when your sweet scent got heavier in his nose? How the hell could he hold a conversation with you when all he wanted to do was get lost in your warm sparkling eyes-

“Hyung!” Huening choked out, finally getting to the doorway Yeonjun had moments ago found himself prancing through, “Before we go, I wanted you to meet ____! You’re the only one of the guys that hasn’t yet.”

The pup proudly pulled you forward and presented you to Yeonjun as if you were a prize he had worked incredibly hard to win. The act made a hot blush appear across your face and had you playing with the hem of your pleated skirt nervously.

From the second you had seen him earlier in the day, your stomach instantly developed butterflies. Because of course your favorite tutoring student just happened to have the prettiest man on earth as his best friend. So to say you were anxious was a bit of an understatement.

It wasn't that you didn’t know how to speak to people, you had learned how to have appropriate conversations with people outside your family a long time ago and had gotten pretty good at it. But that didn’t mean socializing was something you did regularly.

Sure you had some friends and acquaintances you’d grown fond of during your stay in Korea for university. And sure everyone around you, regardless of if they liked you as a person or not, usually respected and admired you for your intelligence and dedication.

But you’d never felt genuinely attracted to someone before. At least you were pretty sure you hadn’t, you weren’t always the best at understanding your own feelings. You just knew the butterflies were definitely new and that the second you made eye contact with the boy it felt like your breathing hitched in your chest, neither of which you had experienced before.

So you were walking into new territory. Usually you’d attempt to introduce yourself and shake his hand because you’d learned that was the social norm. Though the man’s sharp facial features and piercing eyes had your heart racing too fast to go through the motions you’d gone through countless therapy sessions to be able to do relatively comfortably.

Luckily for you, your student got the hint that neither of you were planning on saying anything and started the conversation for you, “So hyung, this is ____. And ____ this is Yeonjun-ah. He’s one of my roommates,” the younger boy led, hoping to get one of you to say something.

That’s when it all clicked in your head. You had been told about the boy in front of you before by your eager student. He’d called him his loving hyung who’d do anything for him and his friends at the turn of a time. But the rumors you’d heard around campus about him told a completely different story. So much so that you weren’t even sure how they could be friends, the two seemed like polar opposites to you.

Where Kai was rather shy and reserved around people he didn’t know, Choi Yeonjun was blunt and always spoke his mind. Where the younger boy was inexperienced with the world and loving, the elder boy was far too experienced with… many things and could be quite distant emotionally from his peers.

Yeonjun was infamous around campus as being the guy who sleeps with anyone he wanted to, never having had a real girlfriend. Kai was infamous around campus as the guy who everyone was betting never had slept with anyone before, or had a girlfriend.

The boy in front of you had a thing for getting wasted at parties and getting into trouble with the law. The boy to your side had hardly been to any parties, never really drank, and probably didn’t even know what a rap sheet was.

As far as you knew, the only real thing the two had in common was that they both struggled in school, though Huening Kai was the only one wanting to do something about it.

“I know who she is.” The boy, Yeonjun apparently, monotonously cut through the silence, no emotion to be seen on his face as the words left his plump lips.

It was true that most people around your university knew who you were. There weren’t many people like you in South Korea at all, let alone going to your school. British-Kenyan students weren’t as easy to find as Chinese, Vietnamese, or American ones. At least, you for sure couldn’t name one off the top of your head.

Sure he could’ve maybe known you as the girl who was set to graduate number one in her graduating class, but you doubted he cared too much about class ranking. He could’ve also known you as the girl who tutored a sizeable portion of the student population but, as he had never asked for any, you didn’t think he would’ve known about you that way either.

It was likely he knew you as the African girl. The girl who got bullied for her accents and her skin color on the daily. The girl who never spoke unless she was spoken to. The girl that disliked being around people and was rather quite awkward with them. That way would’ve made more sense.

And, while you had gotten rather good at reading social cues over your years of having to deal with the general public, you knew you still had times where you couldn’t read between the lines. But this time, the tension seemed so thick even you were able to swiftly pick up on the boy’s negative attitude.

His arms crossed over his broad chest indicated he was closed off and non-reciprocating. His tapping foot meant he was in a hurry or wanted to be done with the conversation. His flat vocal tone said he either hated you or was over having to deal with you. And his lifted brow meant that he was probably fairly annoyed with you and Kai for having taken up his time.

All those small facts seemed to make the nerves in your body strike at your heart. The only guy you ever found remotely interesting romantically, even if it was only Choi Yeonjun, and he hated you without having ever even spoken to you before. How wonderful.

But you weren’t gonna let that deter you. Kai was much like you in that he didn’t have many friends. But the friends he did have were important to him, that’s why he wanted to introduce you to all of them. And you weren’t one to let your students down.

So you decided to power through as best as you could, “It’s very nice to meet you Yeonjun. Huening Kai talks about his friends a lot, so it’s nice to finally be able to put a face to your name!” You replied with a kind smile in perfect Korean, extending your slightly shaky hand to him intending for him to do the same.

Though your polite gesture was unreciprocated, the boy in front of you leaving your hand hanging through the air as his gaze bypassed you and went to the younger boy beside you.

“Are you ready to go yet Hyuka? We really need to get going,” Yeonjun cold heartedly questioned his friend, jaw clenched as he awaited an answer.

Even though you could see the shock in Kai’s eyes from such an unexpected answer from the elder boy, he hurriedly pulled his composure together and nodded, you assumed to keep you from having to deal with his emotionally distant friend any longer.

“Y-Yeah! We can go,” Your student turned in his heels to give you a hug and say goodbye, “Thanks again ____. Same time tomorrow?”

Nodding fiercely, you tried your best to put up a brave front as you patted his back, “Of course! Text me if you end up having trouble with the problems I gave you to work on okay?”

You didn’t want him to feel bad about the interaction you had with his roommate. Kai was a sweet, albeit easily distractible, kid. He just wanted everyone important to him to get along or at least be able to civilly interact with one another when needed, it was one of the reasons you got along so much. Having parents that bitterly divorced, you never wanted conflict around you either. In your eyes, he was as close to a true friend as you had made during your time in Korea.

That was because Kai wasn’t judgmental or rude. He wasn’t intentionally cruel. He, like you, was a constant target for bullying and ridicule because he was considered a foreigner in the eyes of Koreans. You had bonded a lot because of that.

You had grown so fond of him that now, the idea of something upsetting him, like his friends not getting along, stung your heart almost as much as Yeonjun ignoring you did. So you wanted to assure him everything was fine with you, even if it currently felt like you had a gaping hole in your chest.

With one last little wave and a nape of his shirt collar grab from his friend, your student was off and you were left alone with your thoughts. Usually you wouldn’t mind, you had actually preferred to be alone.

That night though, you felt as if you needed to go home and cry into your pillow at the sudden unexpected rejection you felt from a total stranger.

Why couldn’t you just be normal? Why couldn’t you just shake something like a simple introduction gone wrong off like everyone else without feeling so overwhelmed? What in the hell was wrong with you? But most importantly, what had you done to piss someone off without having ever even met him in person before?

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“What the hell hyung?!” Huening demanded as soon as they walked through the door of their shared apartment, his bag being thrown somewhere across the room in anger because he sensed none of his other brothers had made their way home yet to yell at him for it.

Yeonjun found himself plopping down on the living room couch with a defeated sigh, “What the hell was what Ningning?”

The eldest boy knew exactly what the pup was referring to. He just didn’t have it in him to discuss the matter any further if he could help it.

Yeonjun knew he was unnecessarily mean to you today and he hated himself more than anyone could possibly ever know for it. Because the reality of the matter was that the promise he made to himself and, inadvertently you as well, was already hard as fuck to keep.

Because it was hard walking away from you today. The second he saw you, it felt like time stood still and his heart stopped beating all over again. Like once again he just wanted to go up to you, spin you around, and kiss away the space between your lips.

He wanted to stay and speak to you about your day, maybe even tease you on why you got so nervous when he first walked in the room.

It was also hard to finally get a closer look at your lightly freckled face and your, what he once thought were curls but were actually, twisted locs and not be able to compliment you on how gorgeous you were.

But it was even harder pretending he wanted nothing to do with you, especially once he saw the light in your eyes drain away when he ignored your hand.

Huening growled at his elder brother unintentionally, clenching his fists in anger, “Don’t ‘what the hell was what Ningning?’ Me! Why were you being a dick to ____? What in the hell did she ever do to you?!”

“Nothing,” Yeonjun answered, seeming as cool as a cucumber on the outside but slowly feeling his heart break on the inside.

That was the only answer the eldest in the pack could come up with. Anything else would’ve been suspicious. Anything else would’ve gave it away.

The pup stomped to stand in front of him, eyes spotting crimson red as more rage filled his body, “What the hell do you mean nothing?!” He questioned, quickly leaning over Yeonjun’s frame over the couch to get him to look at him face to face, “You’re telling me you were a jackass to one of the only friends i managed to make outside of the pack for no good fucking reason?!”

Yeonjun had never seen the younger boy so mad before. Truthfully, Kai usually just put up with whatever it was his older brothers did and didn’t complain. He always had a smile on his face and laughed it away. He was someone that the whole pack had come to know as a ‘suffer and cry in silence’ type of person. So his behavior did freak him out slightly.

Because the elder boy wasn’t sure he had ever heard the pup even raise his voice to someone else before. But now, Yeonjun had gotten him so mad he was screaming in his face, eyes blood red, nearly shifting in their living room.

He figured that Huening felt the need to defend you as you were the one friend he made on his own whose feelings got hurt because he introduced you to his asshole of a brother. He couldn’t blame him though, he wanted to rip his own heart out for doing it to you too.

Even so, his younger brother getting into his face in a threatening manner over you sent his instincts flying, immediately making him feel as though he needed to put him in his place for coming to your aide.

“Hyuka, I know you can’t understand this with your little pea sized brain, but believe it or not I was doing the girl a favor!” Yeonjun snarled, jumping up from his place on the couch and forcing Huening to stumble backwards slightly to cope with the sudden loss of dominance.

But instead of the young wolf backing down as Yeonjun had expected, he went right back to getting into his face, forcing their foreheads to nearly touch as he too began to snarl, “What fucking favor do you think you were doing for her?! The only thing you did was make sure she went home and cried!”

“Shut up Huening!” Yeonjun could feel his eyes get hotter, signaling that he was worked up enough to also melt through his contacts and begin shifting his eye color in anger.

It wasn’t Huening Kai’s place to say what upset you. It wasn’t his place to speak for you. And it sure as shit wasn’t his place to make Yeonjun feel bad about trying to protect you.

“No fuck you!” Huening protested, doing his very best to hold off from shifting in their living room as he screamed at his eldest brother, “____’s a good person! She’s nothing but kind and fair to everyone regardless of how they treat her! In fact, she’s the best person I know!-”

Fuck Kai. He didn’t get to talk about you like you walked on water, not when Yeonjun couldn’t talk to you at all.

Now it was Yeonjun’s turn to clench his fists with rage, “I said shut the fuck up!” He seethed, getting even closer to his brother’s face to try and get him to back off.

But the pup wouldn’t budge and continued on, “No you shut the fuck up! ____ has issues with people as is! She already has issues making friends and socializing! She already gets bullied! She didn’t need you coming in making her think she’s done something wrong!”

But he didn’t know you had issues with people. He never wanted you to feel like that. He never wanted to hurt you. He was just trying to protect you the only way he knew how.

Yeonjun could see a cloud of tears begin to form at his water line, causing him to close his eyes and clench his jaw, “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He just wanted you safe. Safe from him and his pack. Safe from all the things that came with being attached to them. Safe from him. He didn’t know you were getting bullied.

“The hell I don’t!” Hyuka exclaimed, feeling his claws begin to elongate but refusing to care, “I know her better than anyone here! I know her better than you! And I know what she goes through on a daily basis and how hard her fucking life is! I know that she feels completely and utterly alone!”

Yeonjun didn’t care if it meant he’d have to spend the rest of his life alone. He didn’t care if it meant he’d never feel whole or loved. He didn’t care if he ended up dying from his self induced rejection of you as his mate. All he cared about was you.

“Kai stop.” The elder boy warned, his younger brother’s words piercing into his chest like a knife through butter.

All he cared about was that you’d get to be happy. That you’d get to have a normal human life. That you’d get to be healthy and unharmed. That you’d get to keep breathing. He didn’t know your life was hard. He didn’t know you felt alone in Korea.

Hearing his brother’s warning only seemed to urge him on, “People are awful to her here! They bully her worse than they bully me! Do you know how many times a day she calls her parents crying? Do you know how many times a day she wishes she could just disappear into thin air? Do you know how many times she’s gotten the hell beat out of her because some fucking students don’t think she belongs he-”

But before Huening could finish his rant, Yeonjun socked him in the face, causing him to fall back to the floor in shock.

“Do you think I wanted to do that to her?!” He spit, instantly throwing himself on top of the pup and throwing another punch into his left cheek.

The younger wolf tried to fight back but it was no use, Yeonjun was stronger. And he had lost more that day than Hyuka did. Except he couldn’t do a thing about it.

“Do you think I wanted to hurt her?!” Yeonjun demanded as he jammed his fist against his brother’s rib cage, causing him to cry out in pain.

He hated Huening Kai. He hated the words he was saying about you. He hated that he was bringing ugly truths about you he didn’t previously know to light. But mostly, he hated himself for it all.

“Do you think that was what I wanted for her?!”

For ignoring you. For not going up to you and hugging your sadness away the second he saw you. For not being able to go and comfort you. For not being able to tell you everything was going to be okay and that you weren’t alone. That you had him.

“Is that what you actually fucking think?!” Yeonjun was so lost in hashing out his feelings with his fists, he didn’t even notice when the tears started coming down his face. Or when the front door opened.

“You didn’t stop to think for one second that maybe I had a valid reason for staying away from her?!” Yeonjun punched Kai up his jaw.

He didn’t want to tell anyone. He knew the moment he did they’d try to change his mind. But his mind couldn’t change. It was too dangerous. Just the other day Beomgyu’s brother’s pack got attacked by another pack and a kid got hurt. He couldn’t let that happen to you.

“That maybe I was thinking of what’s best for her?!” Yeonjun’s knuckles were sore and raw now, not that he cared when he popped the pup in the eye.

He wasn’t gonna tell anyone really. But after Kai kept going on and on about how good you were and how horrible the world around you was he couldn’t take it anymore. He snapped.

“She’s my fucking mate do you really think I wanted to hurt her?! I was protecting her!” The eldest finally lets out with a choked sob wracking through his body, leaving just enough time for Taehyun to wrap his arms around his biceps and dive with him off the pup to the floor.

From the corner of his eye, Yeonjun could see Soobin helping a very shocked and bruised Kai off the ground. But he didn’t care.

He had finally given into his tears and began crying harshly against Taehyun’s hold. He was just trying to protect you. Now he wasn’t sure what he did to you.

“What the actual fuck is going on here?!” Beomgyu questioned as he stood in the doorway watch his brothers, one bloodied and limping, another with cuts all over his hands as he wailed violently, and his other two doing their best to keep them apart.

(Edited 2/5/2024)

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City of Fallen Angels, Chapter 15: Beati Bellicosi

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The inside of the building at Ironworks was alive with ropes of shimmering multicolored lights. Quite a few guests were already sitting, but just as many were milling around, carrying champagne glasses full of pale, fizzing liquid. Waiters—who were also werewolves, Simon noted; the whole event was staffed by members of Luke’s pack—moved among the guests, handing out champagne flutes. Simon declined one. Ever since his experience and Magnus’s party, he hadn’t felt safe drinking anything that he hadn’t prepared himself, and besides, he never knew which non-blood liquids were going to stay down and which would make him sick. 

Maia was sitting at the bar at the far side, chatting with none other than Andromeda Herondale. Maia wore a brilliant orange satin sheath dress that set off her dark skin, and her hair was a wild halo of brown gold curls around her face. Andy, in contrast, wore a very tight, very short purple dress. It was a very dark color, but it looked nice next to her curled hair. If he learned anything from Isabelle in the time they were dating, it was the difference between “curly hair” and “curls from a curling iron” and she seemed to do both very well. Then again, Andy seemed to look good in anything, just like Izzy. 

Maia caught sight of Simon and Jordan and deliberately turned away, paying more attention to the girl next to her. She laughed at something she said cheerfully. Simon caught the butterfly tattoo on her low back when she turned, visible due to her dress dropping in such a low V in the back. 

“I don’t think she had that when I knew her,” Jordan said. “That tattoo, I mean.”

Simon looked at Jordan. He was goggling at his ex-girlfriend with the sort of obvious longing that, Simon suspected, was going to get him punched in the face by Isabelle if he wasn’t careful. “Come on,” he said, putting his hand against Jordan’s back and shoving lightly. “Let’s go see where we’re sitting.”

Rowan, who had been keeping an eye on them over their shoulder, said, “probably a good idea. Izzy’s got eyes like a hawk.”

They made their way through the crowd to the area where the tables were, only to find that their table was already half occupied. Clary sat in one of the seats, looking down into a champagne glass full of what was most likely ginger ale. Next to her was an empty chair, then Alec and Magnus, both in the dark suits they’d worn when they came from Vienna. Magnus seemed to be playing with the fringed edges of his long, white scarf. Alec, his arms crossed over his chest, was staring ferociously into the distance. Isabelle, on the other side of Clary, was looking at her brother with a small frown on her face until she saw the three of them. 

Clary, on seeing Simon and Jordan, bounced to her feet, relief evident on her face. She came around the table to greet Simon, and he saw that she was wearing a very plain gold silk dress and low gold sandals. Without heels to give her height, she looked tiny. The Morgenstern ring was around her neck, its silver glinting against the chain that held it. She reached up to hug him and muttered, “I think Alec and Magnus are fighting.”

“No shit,” Rowan said sarcastically as they passed them, shooting Clary a weak, but knowing smile to show they were joking. She rolled her eyes at them as they sat. 

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Simon asked. 

At that, she detached her arms from his neck. “He got held up at the Institute.” She turned. “Hey, Kyle.”

He smiled a little awkwardly. “It’s Jordan, actually.”

“So I’ve heard.” Clary gestured toward the table. “Well, we might as well sit. I think pretty soon there’s going to be toasting and stuff. And then, hopefully, food.”

They all sat. There was a long, awkward silence. 

“So,” Magnus said finally, running a long, white finger around the rim of his champagne glass. “Jordan. I hear you’re in the Praetor Lupus. I see you’re wearing one of their medallions. What does it say on it?”

Jordan nodded. He was flushed, his hazel eyes sparkling. His attention clearly only partly on the conversation. He was following Maia around the room with his eyes, his fingers nervously clenching and unclenching on the edge of the tablecloth. Simon doubted he was even aware of it. “Beati bellicosi: Blessed are the warriors.”

“Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scott. Respectable old werewolf family.”

Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. “Did you sleep with him, too?”

Magnus’s cat eyes widened. “Alexander!”

“Well, I don’t know anything about your past, do I?” Alec demanded. “You won’t tell me anything; you just say it doesn’t matter.”

Magnus’s face was expressionless, but there was a dark tinge of anger to his voice. “Does this mean every time I mention anyone I’ve ever met, you’re going to ask me if I had an affair with them?”

Alec’s expression was stubborn, but Simon couldn’t help but having a flash of sympathy; the hurt behind his blue eyes was clear. “Maybe.”

“I met Napoleon once,” said Magnus. “We didn’t have an affair, though. He was shockingly prudish for a Frenchman.”

“You met Napoleon?” Jordan, who appeared to be missing most of the conversation, looked impressed. “So it’s true what they say about warlocks, then?”

Alec gave him a very unpleasant look. “What’s true?”

“Alexander,” said Magnus coldly, and Clary met Simon’s eyes across the table. Hers were wide, green, and full of an expression that said Uh-oh. “You can’t be rude to everyone who talks to me.”

Alec made a wide, sweeping gesture, narrowly missing hitting Rowan in the face. They rolled their eyes. “And why not? Cramping your style, am I? I mean, maybe you were hoping to flirt with the werewolf boy here. He’s pretty attractive, if you like the messy-haired, broad-shouldered, chiseled-good-looks type.”

“Hey, now,” said Jordan mildly. 

Magnus put his head in his hands. 

“Or there are plenty of pretty girls here, since apparently your taste goes both ways. Is there anything you aren’t into?”

Over Alec’s hand, waving wildly as he spoke, Simon noticed Rowan flinch at that. 

“Mermaids,” said Magnus into his fingers. “They always smell like seaweed.”

“It’s not funny,” Alec said savagely, and kicking back his hair, he got up form the table and stalked off into the crowd. 

Magnus still had his head in his hands, the black spikes of his hair sticking out between his fingers. “I just don’t see,” he said to no one in particular, “why the past has to matter.”

“It does,” said Rowan, to his surprise. They didn’t seem the type to get in the middle of this, but they had a point they were going to make. “People’s past actions matter to you, too, Magnus. I think Alec’s taken everything a little out of proportion, but he has a right to be a little ticked.”

Magnus looked up and held their gaze for a moment. Something unspoken was said between them, and some of the tenseness dropped from Magnus’s voice when he spoke again. “Always so clever, aren’t you, peanut?” he asked, a fond smile gracing his face. 

A similar smile grew on Rowan’s face, though they tried desperately to hide it. “I told you not to call me that.”

Simon wondered where this unexpected friendship came from but he didn’t ask questions about it. He turned to share a glance with Clary, but she was staring off toward the front door, her face gone suddenly bone white. Dropping her napkin onto the table, she murmured, “Excuse me,” and got to her feet, practically fleeing from the table. 

Magnus threw his hands up. “Well, if there’s going to be a mass exodus…,” he said, and got up gracefully, flinging his scarf around his neck. 

“Don’t leave me,” Rowan said in a childish, whiny voice, sticking their hand out for him. 

He smirked. “But I must go save my relationship with poor Alexander,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “I will find you later, my dear. You did promise me a dance.”

“It will be a cold day in hell before I dance, Magnus.”

“We’ll see about that.” With that, he vanished into the crowd, presumably looking for Alec. 

“That’s new,” Isabelle said, shooting Rowan a look that Simon couldn’t decipher. “What’s all that about?”

Rowan chuckled, looking a little lighter than they had been when they first sat down. “Eh, nothing important. We’ve just been talking more.” They received another wide eyed, questioning look from Isabelle, which prompted a very quick, “nothing like that!” They sighed and rolled their eyes at Isabelle. “God, I’m not touching any romance drama with a ten foot pole, Iz. He’s just got some good advice sometimes. And is away from—” they gestured to the table that sat mostly empty— “all this.”

“Amen to that,” Jordan said under his breath, taking a drink of his champagne.

Simon couldn’t be less interested in the situation at hand, as he was worried for Clary. She’d taken off quick and he needed to make sure she was okay. He looked to Jordan, who was now looking at Maia again. She had her back turned to them and was now talking to Luke and Jocelyn, laughing, flinging her curly hair back. “Don’t even think about it,” Simon said, and got up. He pointed at Jordan. “You stay here.”

“And do what?” Jordan demanded. 

“Whatever Praetor Lupus do in this situation. Meditate. Contemplate your Jedi powers. Whatever. I’ll be back in five minutes and you’d better still be here.”

Jordan leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest in a clearly mutinous manner, but Simon had already stopped paying attention. He turned and moved into the crowd, following Clary. 

[felikatze]

I'm obsessed with your shrek au. Can I ask for some more chrobin details from it-

(grima and rkc if its possible as well-)

i HAVE in fact answered stuff abt grima and rkc in a previous ask about this AU. (the fic referred to in that one is "if the prince is a dragon and the prince is a dragon and the princess is a dragon-" btw, which is the proto shrek au fic)

most details would come up in the fic itself but they really follow the shrek/fiona convention here. both of them loathe themselves as "monsters" but think the other one is pretty nifty so they for sure have that moment where fiona exposits her self doubts to donkey and shrek overhears it and feels bad where robin tells lissa shit and chrom hears it and feels bad

chrom in this AU is very very much a sopping wet cat of a man. he has been ALONE for three whole years with just his self doubts for company and it would have been more had owain not spooked him into leaving the swamp. this is how owain saved the timeline, by the way. by being a dumbass. peak butterfly effect.

i have INTENSE thoughts abt chrom/grima og timeline shit in this. in the og timeline, chrom never packs up n tries to leave, so he never meets lissa, so he stays in the swamp for several more years and gets progressively worse. in the meantime, robin got saved from the tower by somebody else, and did actually marry gangrel. some years later, gangrel disappeared under "mysterious circumstances" and robin ran off, eventually finding his way to the swamp.

THIS GOT LONG. the og timeline will either not come up much or only come up IF i actually pull thru all the way to shrek 2 so. here it is.

so this version of robin had basically no agency in any aspect of his life, and this chrom is desparate for literally anybody to stay by his side. they compliment each other in the worst possible way in the og timeline. robin is possessive. chrom wants to be possessed. it works. bad.

then, of course, validar has to fuck shit up. with the heart of grima out there in the world, he's gearing up to actually awaken his god. as per awakening, he drags robin back to plegia by force (chrom in tow.) i'm not certain whether to include the fire emblem in this AU, but there's really no reason for it. there's no reason to kill Emm either.

After Robin left the tower, nowi (taking the place of the dragon), also eventually left. when she was terrorizing the ylissean countryside, she met lissa, the first person to keep up with her. the two had a proper normal romance of well-adjusted dragon people. at some point, nowi convinces lissa to go back to ylisse, and emm accepts her chicken sister with open arms.

the two never find chrom. they dont know what happened to him. they can only speculate that he turned into a dragon the same way lissa did, but they never know for sure.

so, robin awakens to grima (aka The Curse) and in the kerfluffle both validar and chrom beef it. chrom is promptly resurrected as our dear rkc. lucina and morgan would be still kids at this point.

this AU's version of lucina is actually very fun for me because she did spend a good few years actually raised by grima and has a lot of his theatrics. you get to see that in chapter 3. she has an overall minor role in the fic itself but she's there and i love her.

at some point, lucina realizes that her parents are kind of fucked up, and that her dads are destroying the entire plegian peninsula, and they'll probably move on to ylisse at some point, so she heads east. she's accepted with open arms into the royal family cuz she has The Brand so they know she's chrom's kid.

she also has like. four eyes. demon horns. black wings. some scales. she is also a Dragon Creature the same way chrom and robin are in this. it explains a lot for the ylisse family.

it ends up being a dragon brawl of robin and chrom vs lissa and nowi and it is Disastrous. lots of legendary heroes trying to intervene. nobody's ever heard of dragon on dragon combat before. that's not supposed to happen.

long story short, lucina teams up with owain to hop back in time, though how to fix everything is a much more difficult question than in canon.

lucina's parents have been a total mess ever since she could remember, and owain never met them at all, so.

instead, lucina devoted herself to creating as many happily ever afters as possible (to parallel grima being the fairy godmother in this), while sending owain on fetch quests to locate her parents. she has a rough plan backed up by future knowledge and the seer powers assigned to her by the universe for her dope fucking appearance.

(god i wish i could draw her and chrom but chocobo lissa is all i can manage)

yah. so. that's the og timeline in a nutshell. the most toxic chrobin ever.

meanwhile awakening shrek timeline chrobin meet way earlier before they hit their depression arcs and manage to hash out their insecurities and fall head over heels in normal love. it all happens way earlier than both lucina and grima planned. what the fuck do you mean they're already happily married. nobody accounted for this.

my pal anakha summarized this as "the giant evil dragon got laid way before things got bad and this fixed the problem" which is. accurate.

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

The Hobbit x neko Heterochromic teen reader part7.

First day in Mirkwood.

In the Morning:

Anna walked into your room to wake you up for your lessons with Cathrine "Y/N wake up. You have your Lessons with Cathrine at nine." She said shaking you awake.

She dressed you in another of Legolas's old tunics with leggings and boots, put two braids in your hair with a black ribbon holding them in place and you put your choker, arm band and pendent on along with black lace up wrist bands and a silver circlet. After she finished she told you why you had to wear Legolas's hand me downs "The reason your wearing Prince Legolas's old tunics is because their the smallest we could find until the tailors finish making your cloths. After your lessons you have to get measured for your size." After brushing your teeth you walked to breakfast with elves greeting you.

At breakfast:

You are sitting besides Thranduil who is speaking with Legolas. "Adar why is she wearing my old tunics?"  Legolas asked his father glancing at you "Because they are the smallest clothes that can fit her until the tailors get her measurements." Thranduil said as both of you eat your Porridge "she looks to be a size four in a half." Tauriel said telling Thranduil when she was stitching your wounds yesterday "Let's see after her lessons." Thranduil said.

At your lessons. Your POV:

I was sitting in front of a pretty she elf with Brown hair and eyes she was very nice but also strict "she must be Cathrine? Da- er king Thranduil said I will be having academic lessons with her from Monday to Friday." I said to Anna, Elrolith, Estel and Miludir who seemed surprised to hear me almost call king Thranduil Dad "She almost called the king Dad! Ohh Eru we gotta tell him this." Meludir said earning nods from the other three elves "If you four are done disrupting? I would like to get on with Y/N's lessons." Cathrine said annoyed with the four elves.

Later after your lessons No one's POV:

You are standing in front of the tailor who is measuring you. You had to take the slightly oversized tunic off revealing your three visible tattoos making Thranduil's and the tailors eyes widened in shock (for Thranduil awe) "Have you've been tainted little one?" The tailor asked looking at your cherry blossom tree, Butterfly flock and crescent moon Tattoos "No my sister let me get them for my birthday." You told her "Do you have more?" Thranduil asked in awe "I have one more on my ankle." You said lifting up your leggings to show your tree tattoo making everyone amazed. Thranduil was in so much amazement "Amazing, I'll offer you another deal." When he said that you have a curious look "When ever I get a good report from Cathrine you can have a tattoo. But it's not an everyday or month thing. Its at the end of every marking period as an award. Am I understood." He asked "Understood." I said in sindarin making the tailor confused "She already knows Sindarin?" She asked the king "Her sister taught her since she was two." Thranduil told the tailor who nods in understanding.

The tailor was finally done measuring you and you were finally free. "When I was still with the company I usually trained with one of the dwarves or Gandalf." You remembered the times you've had with them the short few months you've been with them "I wonder how their doing by now." You think to yourself but you was interrupted by Legolas walking in looking frazzled "Y/N, Tauriel went after the dwarves to lake town. I need you to make sure my father doesn't find out that we're both gone alright." You were speechless your tail stood up you've never lied before you couldn't even hide an injury from the company back when you escaped a pack of wargs, and your sister never taught you how to lie because "It's not right to lie." But Legolas said he won't be long and that it's not really lying if you're covering for someone you nodded "alright but I've never done this before."you told the prince who nodded and said "I'll be back with her before Father knows, hopefully." He said rubbing your ears and kissing your head.

No one's POV:

"Ohh boy, what am I gonna do I've never done this before. What if Da- king Thranduil finds out? What will he do to me? " You told and asked Anna, Estel, Elrolith and Meludir who are all trying to calm you as moon dust Rained down "My lady, Remember the king doesn't want you using your powers in the palace." Elrolith said fearfully "Y/N you must stay calm." Anna said making you take a deep breath in and letting it out "I'm scared he'll kill me, He said there will be consequences for disobedience. How much trouble well I be if he found out?" As you say this Thranduil walked in "find out about what?" You froze in terror "That she loves you, She's already considering you a father." Elrolith said giving you a victory smirk.

You were going to kill him but decided to go with it "That's right Dad. I love you so much." You said hugging his waist as best as your smaller form can.

Thranduil didn't know what to say he was surprised, speechless but he was emotional deep down.

He awkwardly hugged you back "Alright I have a meeting in a bit. Y/N your free to do what ever you please for the rest of the day! but no training or using your powers in the palace." He said letting you go but your still hugging him "you can let go now." He said "Sorry." You said letting him go with a small blush. After he finally left the room Anna said "awww. I haven't seen that side of the king in years." She said "Aye he hasn't shown emotions since the queen died." Meludir said "It honestly felt good hugging him, Elrolith thanks for getting me out of that pickle. Though I still want to kill you."  You said making him, Anna, Estel and Meludir laugh "But seriously Dad's gonna find out Tauriel and Legolas aren't here sooner or later." You said in fear making them node in agreement.

[dr-jem-nutcase]

MvA h/c's (ctd)

This should be it, once and for all

Monger

His father fought in WWI and then became an alcoholic and left his family a few years after the war was over, when Monger was 3-4

Raised by his mother along with 5+ other siblings

NOBODY disrespects Mama Monger. She's right up there with God in his book

Fought in WW2. No question about that. He may have had activity in the Vietnam War, but no one knows

Has quite the potty mouth when really angry. In public, he Yosemite Sam swears to remain professional

He actually DID get his promotions from foiling escape attempts

Married for 60+ years. His wife's name is Carol. They got hitched right before he enrolled to fight. He still visits her and the farm from time to time, and she has no idea what all her husband does except that he's a general in the U.S. Army

Nobody knows if he had any kids. Though he's definitely an uncle

Age brought on more usage of jet packs, parachutes, and jeeps than walking

Bacon and eggs for breakfast. Almost every single day. And hot black coffee. Very hot. Scalding hot. The double vente drink mentioned in the movie credits is reserved for occasions and good times

Enjoys a good strong drink. It takes a LOT to get him drunk. Only his wife and a couple buddies from the army have seen him legit hammered

Has a cat allergy. Not severe though but enough to give him the sniffles and itchy red eyes

This guy's gonna make it well into his 100s

His middle name is Rex

The Invisible Man

Former name is Harry Graham Francis. He was from the Midwest USA

Captured in 1962 before Dr. C

NO WAY this guy wasn't a prankster. Was already one before he became invisible. Took full advantage of his invisibility in that regard

Ginger

Probably ambiverted. Somewhere in the middle between a shy awkward dork and a social butterfly

Was married and had 3 kids (boy-girl-boy, they're all gingers too!). He wanted a large family, but his wife thought three kids were enough

Deadpool's sense of humor but had to tone it down when he had kids. Woke it up at his capture but had to tone it down again when BOB came along

LOVED kids (not a pedophile). Kinda explains why he and BOB got along so well

For whatever reason, didn't like dogs

Was a pretty smart guy, almost up there with Dr. C. But he knew better than to brag about his smarts

6-7 years older than Dr. C

Picked on him not only due to the age difference but also due to his failed escape attempts, his hoity-toity temperament, and pride in his genius. The two always had mixed feelings towards each other. Not a bromance but not worst enemies either.

Was a physicist and researcher and enjoyed his work. But lost his passion for it about a year after he turned invisible and never bothered to get any sort of enthusiasm back

Lived in the outside world for two months after turning invisible. His wife and their firstborn (about 11-12 years old at the time) knew what happened and interacted with him and kept the truth hidden from the 2 younger kids. Then he was captured when people in his neighborhood started noticing some strange things going on

Didn't participate in any escape attempts, knowing there would be multiple consequences, like the monsters would be eventually found and captured all over again and potentially be in that cycle again and again, despite the fact he was invisible and thus the hardest monster to find

Had bouts of depression as a result of his experimentation and its outcome but wouldn't admit it

The heart attack that killed him was a result of long-term physical side effects of his experimentation. He developed a few minor physical problems, some episodic and some chronic, shortly after his experimentation but nothing big. Over the years, those problems got worse and a few new ones came. A bit like the Curie family's physical decline due to a lot of radiation exposure. If he was still visible at the time of his death, he probably would've looked pretty awful

Wasn't that old when he died, no older than his early 60s

If he was still alive when Susan came, he would've been on good terms with her but would've been too aged and weak to engage in combat

[jdetan]

"I need a favor!"

During a trip to the Spring of Courage, Zelda meets Farosh for the first time, and seven years later, she and Link meet up with the dragons to ask an important favor!

Three Months After the Defeat of Calamity Ganon

“Are you sure?” Link asked, genuinely surprised. “I would have thought you’d want to stay away from the Springs.” Zelda leaned back in her chair, her arms behind her head. “A part of me wants to avoid them, true… but another part of me wants to thank Hylia for everything– to let her know I’m safe and happy and that Hyrule is still alive, despite the trials it’s undergone. To let her know that by BEING Hyrule itself for a hundred years, I’ve gained a new love for the land and the people, and that I don’t resent her anymore.” She smiled lightly and shrugged. “Becoming something more than Hylian for a hundred years really changed my perspective on our faith, as you can see.” Link smiled lightly. “You certainly seem a bit more devout than you were before, that’s for sure.” He laughed a bit. “But I suppose, so am I– I prayed to a lot of goddess statues during my adventure.” “Weird as it is to say, I could feel it when you did. Every four spirit orbs being unified into a measurable boost to stamina or vitality… how many shrines did you end up doing, anyway?” Zelda asked, idly curious. “Um…” Link checked the Sheikah Slate. “A hundred and thirty six.” He thought for a few moments. “Plus the Champions gave me some additional life force when they gave me their powers…” Zelda snorted lightly. “And here I was wondering why you’re so resilient! I wonder if I could get power like that…” “There’s a statue a ways down the path that takes blessings away and lets you choose which kind it gives back for a hundred twenty rupees, but I’m PRETTY sure it’s evil.” Link shrugged. “It said it was caged by Hylia herself.” Zelda gave Link a look, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. “You… you’re not joking, are you?” Link shook his head. “Hyrule is such a weird place.” “I think I’m responsible for making it weirder. I got lots of strange looks while searching for Koroks.” Link waved to a Korok that was sitting on the windowsill. “And explaining that I was searching for tiny forest creatures that only I could see only made the strange looks stranger.” “To be fair, you don’t phrase that very well.” Zelda responded, giving the Korok an apple. “If you said ‘I, as the goddess’ chosen Hero, am searching for divine forest spirits to secure their blessing’...” “They’d have STILL thought I was crazy, because I barely remembered how pants worked for a while after I woke up.” Link interjected. “I like it better now, where only a few people remember who I am other than ‘That weird dude that came through, fixed everyone’s problems, and then blew himself up somehow before running off like a puppy chasing a butterfly’.” “I’m sure that living with me will make you much more well known.” Zelda said with a smile. “But for now, I’m quite happy to have you all to myself.” She turned to grab her travel pack, not noticing Link’s face turning bright red.

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[coffeedrgn87]

December 15th Drarry Drabble: "Giddy"

Tags: Fluff, Ron's POV, Ron and Draco are friends, Draco is Harry's rock, he's also a writer, Harry is besotted with Draco and everyone knows it

He’s been a bouncing, giggling, grinning mess ever since he climbed out of bed this morning. If seeing him genuinely happy wasn’t so damn near endearing, I’d be seriously ticked off.

Today, Harry’s eyes are wide and bright, and I love how he keeps wiggling his eyebrows over the rim of his coffee mug like he has a secret he desperately wants to share with me. He’s bubbly and excitable like the puppy crup mum got Hugo for his fifth birthday to help draw him out of his shell.

Harry’s yet to stop smiling, and he’s been playfully shaking his shoulders, dancing to a beat only he can hear since he finished his second cup of coffee and polished off two of mum’s famous chocolate scones. His childlike exuberance reminds me of the day we dropped Rose off at King’s Cross for her first year at Hogwarts — she couldn’t get on the train fast enough.

There’s just something about the carefree way he banters with all of us, chatting to George about the shop here, then abruptly changing the subject to argue about Quidditch with Gin. At the same time, he finds a spare second to be silly with Teddy, teasing him about this or that, and then he answers one of dad’s questions about Muggle life.

A second later, it’s back to trying (and failing) to refuse mum’s food. She never believes him when he tells her that he’s had enough. It’s actually quite hilarious to watch the two of them bicker. He’s the only person in this family who seems entirely unafraid of mum.

Then again, he’s got her wrapped around his fingers. She’ll do anything he says, which is why he’s become our official spokesperson. That time we all chipped in and bought mum and dad tickets to travel to New York; we sent him to convince her to go. If we’d presented her with the itinerary, she’d have made us cancel the Portkeys and hotels. She’d have also ripped us a new one about frivolously spending our hard-earned money. But because we all ganged up and pushed Harry to sweet-talk her into the trip, she was so overwhelmed that she baked a three-tier cake for all of us to enjoy.

I love this side of Harry so much. It’s refreshing to see him completely at ease. He finds joy in the little things, gushes over this and that, dances with Pigwidgeon when he comes floating through the window with a letter tied to his leg, and keeps grabbing my arm as he animatedly chats to me.

I’ve gotten more hugs from him today than my two children gave me all summer. At this very moment, Harry’s his most authentic self, and while he’s welcome to be any version of himself when he’s with us, seeing him like this makes me happy. So happy that my chest is full of fluttering butterflies and my heart’s racing. And I’m not even the one who’s excited about Draco’s return.

I mean, Draco’s part of the family. He’s been around for years, and we get on just fine, but I’m not in love with him like Harry is. I can go a couple of months without seeing him, though that hardly ever happens. Mainly because he and Harry are a package deal, but also because Draco and I have been chess partners for years. We started our current game precisely 276 days ago, and while we play rapid matches every other Sunday, this big game is one I thoroughly intend to win.

Draco keeps telling me that I’m mad and might as well just pack it in already, but he likes a good bluff as much as the next person. It’s also the only time we fight, well, squabble back and forth, and while we can get quite sharp-tongued, it’s all good fun. Besides being the only decent chess player in my circle of friends, Draco is also a darn good conversationalist and an exceptional listener.

I’m pretty sure he couldn’t care less about my obsession with the Cannons, but while he teased me back then, he now shares my enthusiasm or at least pretends to share it. I know there are moments when he’s biting his tongue to stop himself from making a cutting remark, and sure, he does mock me occasionally, but for the most part, he’s genuinely supportive. When I sit across from him, brooding over a particularly bold chess move, I understand why Harry loves him so much.

The two of them ending up together was inevitable, really. Sometimes, I think we should have all banded together and played matchmaker, but then I realise our meddling wouldn’t have done them any good. They both needed time to grow up and find themselves before they could admit their feelings for each other.

It took me more than a decade to find the guts to tell my wife that I don’t think I’m all that straight (bisexual, but back then that world felt beyond scary). She knew, of course, but her patience was what I needed. Had she put me on the spot, I’d have buried those feelings forever. But because she gave me the time and space to work things out, we were able to come to a mutually satisfying arrangement that’s done wonders for our marriage.

Harry’s loud laughter draws me out of my thoughts and back into the present. He’s given Pigwidgeon his freedom back, but he’s due to leave for the Ministry’s Portkey Arrivals Office in just a few minutes, so he’s finding it impossible to sit down or stay still. I don’t blame him.

Draco’s been gone for the last three weeks. He sequestered himself in some tiny B&B on the west coast of Ireland to complete his latest novel (book number ten, which apparently is a huge deal). He does that occasionally, and while Harry always takes those disappearances in his stride, we all know he hates them.

Draco is his right-hand man, and while Harry is a formidable wizard and exceptionally good at keeping house, he does struggle to take care of himself when Draco isn’t around. It’s not like his life falls apart without Draco, but the changes are apparent. He’s usually quieter and more pensive, and without Draco to draw him out of his shell, it’s a lot harder to convince him to do certain things, like show up at charity events, Ministry balls, and other tedious things that require him to make an appearance.

With Draco at his side, he’s a lot more relaxed. He dons his tux, shows his face, laughs, makes speeches and toasts, and generously offers up his time during charity auctions. And it’s all because he knows and trusts that Draco has his back. Draco acts as his filter, a buffer between Harry and the rest of the world, a world even we, Harry’s family, struggle to navigate at times, but one Draco is so intimately acquainted with that he makes it look effortless.

It can’t be, of course, but in that regard, my admiration for Draco knows no bounds. Sometimes, I can’t help but think that Draco’s protectiveness exceeds mine by far. I won’t admit it, after all, I’m Harry’s best friend, but it’s nice to know that I can share the responsibility of keeping Harry safe with someone. I mean, all of us have unique ways in which we look out and care for Harry, and none of these is less valid than the other, but I probably like Draco’s way best. It makes Harry happiest, and that’s all that matters at the end of the day.

It’s time for Harry to step into our fireplace and floo into London. He practically bounds into the hearth. How he doesn’t knock his head is a mystery to me. But he remains unscathed; before we all know it, he’s gone in a flash of green.

I can’t help the goofy grin that pulls at the corners of my mouth as I imagine Harry waiting for Draco at the Portkey Office, welcoming him back home, kissing him enthusiastically, and telling him how much he missed him. I almost wish I could witness it, but their reunion is a moment that belongs to them and them alone. I’ll see them later this week, no doubt.