#thought about naming them after stars in the constellation orion but i really like the scorpion thing

[nbnaruto]

Sleep deprived but need to get this out, I know I said before it would be cool if Val changed her name to Orion because mythological hunter/constellation and even tho she stopped hunting ghosts indiscriminately being a hunter is still very much a part of her BUT what if hunter pair Val and Danny named after Shaula and Lesath, the two stars that make up the stingers in the constellation Scorpius (Who kills Orion in the myth) because even though Danny was raised to be a hunter and Val was turned into one they both turn away from the idea of what a ghost hunter 'should be' and protect both humans and ghosts etc etc. Anyway this was more for a dpxdc au since I don't think Danny would stop going by phantom unless he left amity but yeah just a thought

[spideyanakin]

Hiiiii its me again 🤭

I keep rereading the part where reader tells sirius their son name. Sirius smiles and it got me thinking of them being kids choosing names for their future kids. Like they are looking over the stars and they like the name Perseus Sirius Black. Oh the agsnt and tears 😩

THE WAY THIS ASK HAS A CHOCK-HOLD ON ME!!!

Thank you darling for those gorgeous requests 🩵

all I think about now - masterlist

summary - sirius black x malfoy + slytherin! reader, you watch the stars with sirius

warnings - mention of extremely minor character death lmao

The grass was high this year, enough to reach your knees when you walked and engulf you whole as you laid in it.

You weren’t sure if it was a deliberate choice from your parents, or if it was because the muggle gardener had been eaten by those magical plants your mother had asked to be planted last autumn.

Sirius was sure it was the latter, because gardeners, especially wizard ones were hard to find these days: he didn’t know if it was true, that’s just what he heard his parents say anyways.

"Well, you don’t have a garden, do you?" You had mumbled as your gaze lifted up to the night sky, pushing some rogue grass blade away so you could get a better view of Sirius lying by your side.

"No," he sighed, "but Kreature keeps the rooftop and balconies nice. I think my father is growing a mandrake up there, not sure why, but Kreature keeps complaining." The sudden thought of the Black household elf repotting a mandrake was making you laugh, and Sirius joined in your giggles, adding wood to the fire, "he keeps muttering insults every time the thing grows! My father says he is the only one who should do it because house elves are immune to their screams or something.”

"Poor Kreature," you giggled.

"Hm," Sirius didn’t seem convinced by the use of the word poor to describe his house elf. Although he did everything his parents didn’t wish to do, he was almost treated like a third child by his mother. Which meant that Kreature heard all her gossiping and complaining when she talked about him, and the elf did not hesitate to voice the same views on Sirius’s chaotic antics whenever the two of them dared to cross paths.

It also meant, the elf didn’t care as much for Sirius as he did for his brother, and saw great pleasure in sabotaging him. He saw it in the little things, like adding extra salt into Sirius’s plate, or folding one of his shirts not yet dry, or not quite ironed perfectly like his mother liked.

Imagine Walburga’s face when Sirius arrived at dinner with wrinkles on his shirt, and of course, he was obviously the cause of it because, this shirt had just been freshly ironed, or was it?

"You know how to read the stars, do you not?" Your soft voice broke his reminiscing, and he found himself looking at you, adoration filling his bright eyes.

"I do!" He smiled brightly, and you found yourself blushing at his enthusiasm.

"Will you teach me? I need to know them if we are to be married, do I not?"

"I guess so," his smile turned shy as you scooted closer to him, heads lying barely inches apart.

From so close you could see the clouds in his beautiful grey eyes, and the faint freckles from the freshly arrived summer sun that kissed his nose. His hair smelled nice, you noticed. Like fresh jasmine and eucalyptus.

After seconds that felt like minutes of staring, his gaze broke with yours and climbed up to the sky, his hand pointing towards his star, Sirius, as if on instinct.

"You see that bright one. That’s mine."

"The really bright one amidst the two little ones?"

"Yes!" He exclaimed happily, "and with these, it’s the Canis Major constellation." You nodded with a smile as you spotted all the stars he was pointing too. He pointed further down the sky, "now look up, straight from my star, you see these three little stars that align?"

"Yeah."

"That’s Orion’s Belt, and the few stars around it creates the full constellation. You can see his bow right there."

He watched you struggle to spot it, brows furrowing as you attempted to find the shapes in the stars.

"Here," Sirius scooted closer to you, taking your hand in his to point at the stars, skin burning where he was touching you. "These little ones are the bow, and this one is his head."

"Oh, I see it! This is the one your father is named after?"

"Yes," he smiled brightly at the proud sparks in your eyes. "Now if you go up right there, directly from my star, there is Regulus."

"The bright one?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "Reg’s the star leading to one of the paws, you can easily see the lion shape."

"Oh! I do see it!"

"You’re doing amazing, took me hours to find it the first time."

"Thank you, but you are the one who is a great teacher,” you blushed.

"What else do you want to know?"

There was a quiet silence, almost shy before you looked back to his stormy eyes, shining in the moonlight.

"What will we name our children?" your voice was quiet.

Sirius’s eyes widened, his heart racing to his ear as he watched the shy smile on your features. Suddenly, a large grin rose upon his lips, and he managed to keep his own blush at bay.

"Well, do you have any star names that you like?"

"I asked you first! Do not cheat!" You awkwardly giggled. "Do not tell me you have not thought about it."

“I have," he smiled, and your gaze lingered for a second more before his signature grin took over again and he stared back at the stars. "I always loved the name Rigel, but I hate the fact that it’s Orion’s foot." That got a new laugh out of you.

"I agree, it is a no for Rigel then."

"My mother loves Cassiopeia," he shook his head, a scowl forming on his features. "That's what she would have named us if either Regulus or I had been a girl," you watched him think, "but her story is ghastly."

"I remember reading about her." Your tone spoke for itself.

"Yeah," Sirius nodded. "I like Ara better for a girl."

"Ara,” you smiled, "that is beautiful, Sirius."

"I know right?" He mirrored your smile as the two of you locked gazes again. "Brought victory and luck to the gods, a name meant for someone great."

"I love it."

You don’t know how long you spent, staring at each other, grinning with smiles full of love and admiration for the life you were yet to live. A life where Sirius had been gifted to you.

You let yourself imagine what Ara would look like. Dark curls, with his fine nose, and if you were lucky, she would have his stormy eyes that you could spend hours diving into.

You whispered into the silence, "and for a boy? If not Rigel."

"My parents would love Arcturus, after my grandfather, but I hate it."

"I hate it too," you scrunched your nose. "No offense to your grandfather, bless his soul, or to your brother."

"None taken, my brother despises the name more than anyone."

"What do you have in mind then?"

He smiled so brightly it gave your head a spin. Your stomach fluttered at the look in his eyes, he lifted his upper body from his place in the grass and rested on his elbows.

"Do you see these few stars, the ones that look like a w," he pointed somewhere in the sky, you rose too, leaning against him, but you couldn't seem to find it.

"Here," he took your arm again, black curls brushing against your cheek as he gently took your hand. "These ones."

"Yes," you whispered, heat rising to your cheeks at the closeness of it all.

"That is Cassiopea, look right underneath it, right above the skyline. That long line of stars, with the one in the middle."

"Yes, I see it."

Your breath caught in your throat when he leaned even closer, almost whispering as he explained, "That is Perseus. Hero of the sky. He saved Andromeda, did things no one thought possible."

All words died in the back of your throat as the two of you stayed, watching the constellation without making a move to change position. Your heart was beating loudly against your chest and you feared he could hear it.

Finally, you felt him smile. You looked to the side to see him already looking at you. He pressed an awkward kiss to your forehead before coming back to lay on his back.

"Perseus Sirius Black, it sounds nice," you smiled as you followed his movements to lay by his side.

"As beautiful as Ara Y/n Black," you smiled at the name falling from his lips. "Goes well together don't they?" He noticed, "Ara and Perseus Black."

"Yeah."

"Cannot wait to meet them."

[vanillesuiker]

(Finally) introducing my OC, Ursula Malfoy!

(Art by @bastaardsuiker as usual, it's so good ugh it's literally her.)

Ursula Alioth Malfoy is the second child¹ and only daughter of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. She is ambitious and a total perfectionist and comes across as rather arrogant (because she kinda is). A model student, Prefect and eventually Headgirl, who is very confident in her studies and will always do more than assigned. Because of this, Ursula and Percy were each others #1 enemy since the first day (pff try hards). After actual years of constantly mocking and insulting each other, they do start getting along (don't ask me how, I haven't written that part yet) and eventually develope feelings for each other. They start dating near the end of their sixth year, but they keep this very secret of course, because their families do not like each other. But after graduating Hogwarts, Ursula ends up running away from her family, which gets her disowned. After a few weeks at one of her best friends place, Percy ends up introducing her to his parents and she stays there for a while. And they're very happy and in love and even end up engaged.

(And then the war happens but that's too much to explain right now)

To almost everyone at Hogwarts, Ursula seems too perfect. She works hard to keep up her reputation as a perfect student, being raised under the constant pressure of "don't end up like your brother" does that to a girl. Behind the perfect appearance, she's rather damaged and in times of high stress she can seem a bit unstable.

There's so much more to her and her family relationships and her relationship with Percy but ugh it's too much to explain right now (I have a doc in my Google drive that is just multiple attempts at writing this intro). So have some random facts!!

She was born on November 12th 1976, making her a Scorpio!

Her name, Ursula, is based on the star sign Ursa Major, or the Great Bear. Ursa Major is located right next to the constellation Draco, so it seemed fitting.

Her middle name, Alioth, is the name of the brightest star in Ursa Major.

Major Ursula is also what Fred and George called her when she became a Prefect and would catch them in their mischief.

She has a raven! I think it's boring that Hogwarts students can only have owls, because there's so many more interesting birds (oh how I love little Kestrels). And I think a raven is much more fitting for her than an owl. The raven is called Orion, and she got him as a gift from her parents after her first year. He's been her companion for years and considering he's a raven living in captivity (magical captivity even), he'll be with her many more years.

For a while, Orion does not trust Percy, and pecks at him like he's attacking Ursula if they even hold hands.

Her personality has changed a lot since I first thought of her. Originally, she was waaaay more sad and depressing, but now she just internalised that.

She was also going to have an Augerey at first, but that was too complicated to think about.

Alright that's all for now, I've been contemplating making this post for so long because I feel like OCs can come across as sooo cringe. But then I realised that I really don't care how cringe she it.

Ursula (and literally any other character I mention in any post that might make you go "...huh?") is a part of the universe @bastaardsuiker and I created and called the Suikerverse. And in the Suikerverse, canon is whatever we want it to be. There are many OCs, there is a lot of OC x Canon, so many changes to canon, links back to Hogwarts Legacy era OCs, you name it. So if something doesn't make sense, it's probably just a thing we've made up or changed.

*In the Suikerverse, Draco is not an only child, but has two older siblings; Ursula and Altair (an OC of @bastaardsuiker ). In this universe the Weasleys are also just simply not related to the Black family.

[strawurberries]

🍓 3, 13, & 17 with Vash

Vash: “The stars are so—woah, what are you doing?!”

Authors note: I loved these prompts <3 Thanks for requesting!

Warnings: None.

Overwhelmed with love; that’s all he could describe in the moment. So, utterly infatuated that it hurt to even think about anything but his lover. Laying beside them, staring up at the stars above, their head on his chest—oh, how he cherished this peace. If he could, he would stay here forever; forget about the outside world, abandon all the guilt and responsibility—just exist. Exist with love, and exist with happiness. 

Is that too much to ask for?

He raised an arm, slightly struggling to keep both of them comfortable as he moved, pointing at a small cluster of stars near the center of the sky, “those,” he said, “are a constellation too.” He had needed to reach deep into the corners of his mind in order to recall the names of all the constellations. Several times he had already messed up and mentioned Earth ones, like Orion or Aquila. He had first lied when he messed up, saying that it was the real name of the stars, but after three seconds he felt too bad and told the truth.

“Oh, really?” His lover shifted to get a better look, “they just look like. . . stars to me.” 

“Well that’s because they are stars—” he paused, “okay that was a little dumb to say.”

“Just a little.”

“But you see how those three are close and then those two are kinda~ far away? It makes it look like a worm!” He grinned and waved his arm in the air, making little sounds and noises, mimicking what he assumed a worm sounded like. He stopped when he realized how ridiculous he was being “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He tossed his head back and groaned, “totally uncool. . .” Not only had he messed up the constellations names thrice, he also managed to act like a toddler before reining himself in. What a mess—a cute mess, but still a mess.

“I thought it was nice,” they laughed. “I didn’t know worms went ‘gluggugug’. I’ve learned something new today.” A hint of amusement danced in their tone.

He whined and buried his face in their neck, “don’t make fun of me~!” He pouted and tossed an arm over them, pulling them closer.

“I wasn’t!” They laughed and kissed his forehead, “you big baby.”

He grinned and nuzzled into her a little more. Their touch was addicting, enchanting. His heart started to throb and he thought it was going to burst if he didn’t say how much he adored them, “you know, I love you so much,” he muttered into her skin. “I dunno what I’d do without you.”

“Probably sit in the desert saying ‘gluglug’ all by yourself.”

He huffed, “you said you wouldn’t make fun of me.”

“When did I say that?”

“Just now!”

“I said I didn’t make fun of you, not that I wouldn’t!” They brushed their fingers through his hair, giving him another kiss before turning to look back at the night sky. As they were distracted, unsuspecting and innocent, Vash took his chance. 

“The stars are so—woah, what are you doing?!” They squealed as Vash blew a raspberry into their neck, trying to escape but his hold was tight. “Vash!”

“This is what you get!” he laughed and attacked their neck again.

“S-stop! Stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“That’ll teach you to make fun of Vash the Stampede, the greatest outlaw.”

“Greatest?” they snickered, “isn’t that a bit much?”

He blew another raspberry.

“Ah—! I’m sorry! I really am this time!”

[littleeyesofpallas]

It's time for another one of these: [Gali][Pixie][Henger] Thinking along the lines of smaller family trees it seemed obvious that I ought to cover my bestest most precious crawly squirmy baby boy: WORM[ワーム]!

It's like if a grub was the size of a mule and behaved like a dog!

GLASS WORM[グラスワーム] straight forward in name but "glassworms" are the larvae of the Chaoborus genus of lake flies

KAMEN WORM[カメンワーム] "Mask Worm"

ZAZAMU WORM[ザザムワーム] Zazamu short for zazamushi[ざざ虫], the Japanese name for Stonefly or Dobsonfly larvae --specifically the larval stage and not the adult form. So I guess with the mix of Japanese and English it would read kind of like "StoneflyWorm" or "Dobson Worm", although that feels redundant with the "mu(shi)" kind of already being baked in? Also they're cooked as food in some regions.

KURO-ZAZAMU[クロザザム] Given that Dobson flies are dark in color and have the Worm's big scary mandibles, I'm gonna assume that's the one being referenced, between the two of them. So the name is "Black Dobson(Larvae)"

TOKAGE-MUSHI[トカゲムシ] "Lizard Bug/Worm"

IWA-MUSHI[イワムシ] "Stone Bug/Worm"

BENI-SHAKUTORI[ベニシャクトリ] lit."Crimson/Rouge Shakutori" where shakutori[��取] is the name of the family of geometer moths but better known is that shakutori-mushi[尺取り虫]: "shakutori worm" is the Japanese name for what we'd call an "Inchworm" in english. So something like "Rouge Inchworm."

HANA-SHAKUTORI[ハナシャクトリ] With the above in mind, it reads as "Flower Inchworm"

BLUE DRILL[ブルードリル]

CORONE[コロネ] As in "cornet" like the pastry, not the instrument. They're those creme filled spiral horn shaped rolls, probably best recognized as Choco Cornets,but they come in other flavors too.

MURASAKI CHUU[ムラサキチュウ] The Murasaki[紫] part is just "purple/violet" but the CHUU I'm not sure about. Generally in all kana like that it'd be the sound of like a (mouse)squeak or a kiss, but neither of those feel like the fit here... chuu[誅]; "death penalty" because it's subtye and Naga and the naga tend to have a kind of evil vibe to their theming? Or maybe short for chuusha[注射]: "injection/shot" because worms have their tail stinger attacks?

Vehicular worms! And...

TANK[タンク] self explanatory

EXPRESS[エクスプレス] who is clearly a Japanese bullet train, I honestly thought when I looked it up that it's japanese name would have been Shinkansen or something. given the distinctive shape of the nose, but no it's actually just called "Express" in both Japanese and English

TANKLON[タンクロン] and TANKLON2[タンクロン2] just a simple mash up of "Tank" and "Beaclon" which of course brings us to...

BEACLON[ビークロン] it's funny I've never been able to tell what's actually going on with Beaclon's name. It's also been localized as Beaklon, yet neither really has any apparent meaning? And I really can't parse much of anything out of the Japanese phonetics. Given that WORM is in English it might be that the BEE[ビー] like "Beetle" and then, maybe the KURO[クロ] is "black"? because frequently the Japanese usually refers to the dark shade of beetle shell as "black" even though we'd probably sooner call it brown? So more like BEEKURON?

BETELGEUSE[ベテルギウス] after the red supergiant star in the constellation Orion. It's probably named in this case after the association of the color red and a firey star and the Dragon subtype

MERKABAH[メルカーバ] a little oddly phoneticized but seemingly taken from the hebrew Merkabah[מֶרְכָּבָה]: "Chariot" and probably the book of Ezekial's specific evocation of a "chariot of god," an epithet that has since been used for a series of tanks used by the IDF, which I bring up as the design does seem to be evocative of a tank or otherwise a kind of warmachine. Without grasping this context though the English localization just called it "Melcarba.'

ROCKLON[ロックロン] pretty obvious Rock+Beaclon, although later versions are renamed to BEEROCK[ビーロック]

CENTURION[センチュリオン] as in a class of Roman commanding officer.

TENAGA HOUND[テナガハウンド] the tenaga[手長] bit means "long-arm(ed)" and is common in the names of a few different animal categories like the long-armed apes of the family Hylobatidae, and the Machrobrachium genus of shrimp. The Hound part is just a nod to the Tiger breed having its canine features. So it has this almost scientific sounding name of "Long-arm Hound" as if it is in fact a relative of the Tiger rather than the Beaclon. Kind of seems to imply it's almost like a werewolf type of thing rather than a beetle at all.

KOTOROAKOTO[コートロアコート] I have not a damn clue as to what's going on with this one.... The obvious repetition makes it seem like it should be parsed as KOTO ROA KOTO, but it could be KOTORO AKOTO for all I know... It's a Bajarl subtype so like, is it supposed to be a Japanese approximation of something in arabic??? I dont even know where I'd begin trying to unravel that.

JUGGERNAUT[ジャガーノート] oh thank god something simple...

DUCKLON[ダックロン] it's just Ducken+Beaclon. Everyone's favorite horrid abomination.

NASUBON[ナースボーン] from nasubi[茄子]: "eggplant" and "beaclon." It's a reference to a tradition(?) or sort of superstition I guess, about being able to tell your fortune based on the subject of your first dream of the new year. For reasons not entirely clear, the traditional icons associated with good luck if you see them in your dream include Mt.Fuji, a hawk, and/or an eggplant.

AVALANCHE[アバランチ] sel fexplanitory, it's the ice region variant

SCISSORS[シザーズ] because crab claws because quatic variant

SCORPI[スコルビー] scorpion because desert

MORSE[モース] Morse? Muas? Mohs? Moos? Mores?? unclear, and there doesnt seem to be a lot of sensible context clues to help make sense of it that I can see... It's horn for this one is more of like a butterfly proboscis is it supposed to be MO~TH???

BEEROCK[ビーロック] as mentioned above

VELKUUGA[ベルクーガ] it's a stag beetle opposite the standard Beaclon's rhinobeetle in classic bug fight iconography, so the Kuuga part is a reference to that, not dissimilar to Kamen Kuuga' being the name of the famously 's naming. But I don't know what the BERU bit is supposed to be... OH you know what it might be? It could be VEL as in VELVET, as in a Velvet Stag Beetle, which is a real type of beetle. It is however very distinctly not the way Japanese would write th English Bear.

KANTHAROS[カンタロス] from the Greek [κάνθαρος] which can refer to I believe a few different types of beetle but dung beetles in particular seem prominent.

BEEGATOR[ビーゲイター] seems pretty straight forward "Beaclon"+"Alligator" although that does feel kind of odd, but admitedly having to come up with some kind of scaly dino bug seems like kind of a dead end art prompt in the first place.

GERAIDON[ジェレイドン] I don't know what to make of this. It made me think of the anime Elemental Gelade, but I'm pretty certain they made that word up for some inworld jargon. Is it supposed to be like from the Latin root gelo, gelare "to freeze"??? But it's a Zan subtype, it doesn't have an elemental ice affinity... "geraid" is a hair product line that shows up on google, but obviously I don't think they're related and can't find any entymology for where they got the product name, so no lead there...

DRIMOLE[ドリモール] Drill+Mole, super straight forward

ROLL BEAT[ロールビート] those seem like two really straightforward words from English to japanese and back, but I feel like I've missed something because it doesn't seem like it makes sense.

KANABURON[カナブロン] I believe from Kanabun+Beaclon, where KANABUN[カナブン] is the Japanese name for the scarab beetle.

ORCHESTRON[オーケストロン] for some bizarre reason this got later retconned from a /??? type to a /Gali.

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Dragon Reborn! Chapter 21: A World of Dreams

I really need to stop using Duck Duck Go for looking up images for this franchise because it is terrible at it and not only that but when I gave up and thought "Why not just get a picture of a mobius strip" and typed that in, I got a lot of porn, which is exactly the sort of thing you don't want to be looking up at work. Spoiler alert: I could get fired. Oh and also spoilers for the whole book series or whatever.

A new chapter icon! The twisted ring refers to T'A'R in general, but especially when being accessed by ter'angreal. It's in this chapter because, you know, we're getting it.

Verin had her quarters above the library, in corridors used only by a few other Brown sisters.

This is an accurate description of "on the floor exclusive to the Brown Ajah", but it feels a bit of a weird way to say it so I'll suggest Jordan's not quite there yet.

She rapped on the door, and entered hurriedly on the heels of an absentminded “Who is it? Come in.”

Ten bucks says Verin knew exactly who it was and not just because she'd summoned Egwene.

She recognized the names of some constellations—the Plowman and the Haywain, the Archer and the Five Sisters—but others were unfamiliar.

Being as the stars move around over thousands of years and the Earth has an axial procession of 26,000 years or so, I'm making absolutely no guesses as to any of these. The Archer and the Five Sisters may well be Orion and Cassiopeia after all, or they could be a mix of Scorpius, Libra, and Lupus. Heck, maybe two of the Pleiades exploded for some crazy reason.

What appeared to be a stuffed brown owl, not much bigger than Egwene’s hand, stood on what seemed to be a bleached white lizard’s skull, but could not be, for the skull was longer than her arm and had crooked teeth as big as her fingers.

I don't remember offhand if crocs are totally extinct in the west or if they're actually doing just fine on the southern coast and Egwene is oblivious because she's a country bumpkin. Does anyone?

What does it say? It is a direct translation, mind, and reads almost like a bard reciting in High Chant.

Verin my perfect angel I am calling bullshit. It is not a fucking direct translation because the sentences "Betrayer of Hope. Ishamael betrays all hope," would be fucking redundant to the point of incoherence in the Old Tongue unless there's some kind of proper name marker we don't know about.

Everything that is known about Liandrin and the women who went with her. Names, ages, Ajahs, where they were born. Everything I could find in the records. Even how they performed in their studies. What we know of the ter’angreal they took, too, which isn’t much. Only descriptions, for the most part. I do not know whether any of this will help. I saw nothing of any use in this.”

Verin had to be extra careful here because she can't give away any Black Ajah secrets, so only stuff that was public could be shared safely. That said, I wouldn't be surprised if she, like Elayne, knows that the information that is useless individually is still useful in aggregate.

What if Verin was Black Ajah herself? She gave herself a shake. She had traveled all the way from Toman Head to Tar Valon with Verin, and she refused to believe this plump scholar could be a Darkfriend. “I trust you, Verin Sedai.”

Dammit Egwene, your instincts are so good you should go with them. Both of them! (I think Verin is flattered by the trust and it's probably one of the reasons she's so casual in her Black Ajah reveal later, knowing Egwene won't blast her to pieces and will in fact listen.)

“Very good. But the Pattern may be even more complex than that, child. The Wheel weaves our lives to make the Pattern of an Age, but the Ages themselves are woven into the Age Lace, the Great Pattern. Who can know if this is even the tenth part of the weaving, though? Some in the Age of Legends apparently believe that there were still other worlds—even harder to reach than the worlds of the Portal Stones, if that can be believed—lying like this.” She drew more lines, cross-hatching the first set. For a moment she stared at them. “The warp and the woof of the weave. Perhaps the Wheel of Time weaves a still greater Pattern from worlds.”

I can't help but feel that Jordan initially planned to do more with this cosmology and then ultimately set it aside for being too much on top of everything else.

“Paradox, child. The Dark One is the embodiment of paradox and chaos, the destroyer of reason and logic, the breaker of balance, the unmaker of order.”

At the least though, this is setting up Egwene's eventual conclusion that belief and order bring strength.

Nothing? Of course it has something to do with it, child. The point is that there is a third constant besides the Creator and the Dark One.

This seems to elevate T'A'R a little much. It's not its own entity like the other two are, but exists only because of the Wheel and would vanish alongside everything else if time ever were destroyed. Good for Verin for not being one of those annoying perfect infodumpers.

“You have no time to wait, child. The Amyrlin has entrusted a great task to you and Nynaeve. You must reach out for any tool you might be able to use.”

A valuable life lesson and way of thinking a person should adapt for any task in front of them, great or small. Just saying.

The ring certainly looked like stone, but it felt harder than steel and heavier than lead. And the circle of it was twisted. If she ran a finger along one edge, it would go around twice, inside as well as out; it only had one edge. She moved her finger along that edge twice, just to convince herself.

"Heavier than lead" is a bit alarming, considering the sorts of things that are heavier than lead. Hopefully the Aes Sedai have just twisted it up in an unseen way so that it occupies an extra dimension or something and thus has more volume than it appears.

She pushed back the sleeve of her dress, revealing a faded scar the length of her forearm. “I tried it myself, once, some years ago. Anaiya’s Healing did not work as well as it should have. Remember that.”

The sucky thing about living in a world where the dream world is realer than the reality you inhabit is that it's much tricker to undo the stuff that's so real.

Once again she considered burning the manuscript, just as she had considered giving it to Egwene. But destroying knowledge, any knowledge, was anathema to her. And for the other. . . .

Verin can't share the manuscript because it contains some degree of Black Ajah secrets, IIRC. Thus, Egwene must soldier on in ignorance.

Next time: Egwene goes to the holodeck and... uh oh! It malfunctions!

[leffee]

Sunil x Russell ..kinda

On a warm summer evening, the sky unfurled like a vast canvas, dotted with countless stars that twinkled against the deepening blue. Sunil and Russell made their way to a secluded hill on the outskirts of town, a place they often visited to escape the noise of their daily lives. Tonight, however, there was an electric undercurrent to the air, one that Sunil couldn’t ignore.

As they settled down on a soft patch of grass, Russell’s eyes immediately turned upward, alight with fascination. He had always been captivated by the cosmos, his passion evident in the way he spoke about constellations and planets. Sunil admired this about him; it was one of the many things that drew him to Russell.

“Look over there!” Russell exclaimed, pointing at a cluster of stars. “That’s Orion. You can see the belt right there.” His enthusiasm was contagious, and Sunil found himself smiling despite the fluttering in his stomach.

“Yeah, I see it,” Sunil replied, his gaze shifting from the stars to Russell’s animated face. The way the starlight illuminated Russell’s features made Sunil’s heart race. He wanted to tell Russell how he felt, but the words tangled in his throat. Instead, he leaned back, letting the cool grass cradle him as he tried to focus on the constellations.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to travel among the stars?” Russell mused, his eyes sparkling with wonder. “To see new worlds, meet new civilizations?”

Sunil nodded, trying to ignore the way his heart ached with longing. “Yeah, it would be amazing. But I think I’d miss Earth. It’s home.”

“True, but think of all the things we could learn!” Russell said, his voice rising with excitement. “Imagine discovering a new star system. We could name it anything we wanted!”

Sunil chuckled, picturing the two of them as intergalactic explorers. “We’d probably name it after our favorite snacks.”

Russell laughed, the sound bright and joyful, but soon turned his attention back to the sky. Sunil watched him, his heart full. He admired the way Russell’s passion shone, like the very stars they were gazing at. It made Sunil wish even more that he could express how he felt.

As they lay in comfortable silence, Sunil stole glances at Russell, memorizing the way the starlight danced in his eyes. “You know,” Sunil finally said, hesitating before continuing, “you really light up when you talk about this stuff.”

Russell turned his head, surprise flickering across his face. “Really? I guess I just love it so much. It’s like… each star has a story.”

“Do you have a favorite story?” Sunil asked, hoping to keep the conversation going and to somehow reveal his own feelings through shared interests.

“Definitely. The story of Cassiopeia is fascinating,” Russell began, his voice filled with enthusiasm. He recounted the myth of the vain queen who was punished for her arrogance, drawing Sunil deeper into the narrative. As Russell spoke, Sunil felt a sense of warmth envelop him—a blend of admiration and affection that he could no longer ignore.

As the story wound down, a moment of silence enveloped them, punctuated only by the rustling leaves and distant sounds of the night. Sunil’s heart pounded. Maybe this was the moment. He took a breath, summoning all his courage. “Russell, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”

Before he could finish, a shooting star streaked across the sky, bright and fleeting. Russell gasped, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “Did you see that? It was incredible!”

Sunil smiled, feeling the moment slip away. “Yeah, I saw it. It was beautiful.”

“Let’s make a wish!” Russell said, closing his eyes for a moment, his expression serious. Sunil followed suit, but instead of a wish, he simply thought about how much he cared for Russell.

As they opened their eyes, Russell looked over at Sunil, the glow of the stars reflecting in his gaze. “What did you wish for?”

Sunil hesitated, then decided to embrace honesty. “I wished for more nights like this—together, just us.”

Russell smiled softly, and for a heartbeat, Sunil thought he saw something flicker in Russell’s eyes—understanding, perhaps, or a shared longing. But before he could dive deeper, Russell shifted his gaze back to the stars.

“I love nights like this,” he said quietly. “There’s something about the universe that makes me feel… connected.”

Sunil felt a mix of hope and uncertainty. Maybe tonight wasn’t the right time, but it was a start. As they lay back on the grass, the weight of unsaid words lingered between them, but the warmth of companionship wrapped around them like a comforting blanket. Under the vast expanse of the cosmos, Sunil held onto the hope that one day, he’d find the courage to share his heart with Russell. Until then, he was grateful for the stars—and for the moments they shared together.

:O Russunil fans are eating tonight! Straight up consuming 🔥🔥🔥

“Imagine discovering a new star system. We could name it anything we wanted!”

“We’d probably name it after our favorite snacks.”

Guy has the right idea, yes.

Vinnie wasn't mentioned but he was there, I know it

[princess-ibri]

I'm really glad you had some wish star art! I found it on tumbrl and liked the concept of the star being a shapeshifter; since I read about the concept, I share some of the disappointment.

What would be your version? What name would star have? I like the name Rigel; the bithest star in the constellation of Orion

Oh I'd just keep calling him Star honestly xD

My usual concept with making stuff for my DisneyVerse is to use the Movie as the Canon to jump off from, (sequals it depends on if I count them as Canon or not), so Asha would still call him Star, he just has a human form now to court Asha with, thanks to the Blue Fairy

So my concept would be more of a sequal idea then a rewrite

[lea-heartscxiv]

15 OC Questions!

I was tagged by @van-yangyin, thank you so much for tagging me!

Among so many sims that @van-yangyin and I have created, this time I'll choose Icaro D'Angelo from our "save" IcarRyu, since last time I chose one of our sims from our "save" JAKK. (Although it doesn't really go for separate saves since they coexist in the same savefile, but it's to understand me better).

My name is Icaro d'Angelo, nice to meet you or as they say in my place of origin: Piacere di conoscerti.

Well, let's start with the questions and see how I answer them.

1. Are you named after anyone?

My parents wanted to continue the tradition of naming their first child after my nonno (grandpa), since my uncle Luca skipped this tradition. But my paternal nonno (grandpa), Alessandro, had enough of that and said: Non più Alessandro [No more Alessandro!]

This anecdote is always told by mom, saying me: Your grandfather Alessandro shouted it in the hospital while he was visiting you for the first time.

Dad started thinking about my name, poor him, he thought had my name all figured out. Mom and grandparents (my paternal grandfather and my maternal grandfather) were talking and came up with three names, and at the end it was nonna (grandma) [my paternal grandmother] who gave my name, saying these words: Questo piccolo cherubino si chiamerà Icaro d'Angelo. [This little cherub will be called Icaro d'Angelo].

My father could not say anything, as he never disagreed with my grandparents, although he only wished that I wasn't stupid, as he said Icarus of Greek mythology was.

When I was 5 years old I asked my nonna (grandma) why she gave me that name and she told me: Perché dal momento in cui ti ho visto so che saresti stato curioso e saresti volato alto, ma con cautela. [Because from the moment I saw you I know you were going to be curious and fly high, but with caution].

Me: So it wasn't because you thought I was dumb?

She that day touched my head and said would talk very seriously with my father, in the afternoon I heard a few screams from nonna (grandma) and dad asking for forgiveness.

Also from that day on Dad never said anything to me again about the story of Icarus and how silly he was.

And that is the story of my name and who gave it to me.

Sorry maybe this doesn't interest you but I had to write it:

They say that there is a star called MACS J1149+2223 Lensed Star 1 that is more than nine billion light years away from Earth, that they nicknamed it with my name, well with the name of the mythological character in his honor and that has never been photographed, so I wonder: How do they know it exists if they haven't been able to photograph it?

I feel this, sometimes I write my own thoughts, something that not everyone likes, as they say that they are things that are not asked of me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

The last time I cried was when Orion my best friend and with whom I shared many getaways and outings, took her last trip to the stars.

I miss her licking and her soft fur, but I know that she's protecting me from her constellation, I know that wherever I go she can see me.

Since I was little she has always accompanied me, and we have always slept together, in winter it was a good blanket, in summer it was very hot but I relaxed sleeping with her, so I knew I wasn't alone in that big room.

3. Do you have any kids?

I don't have any kids, but as if I do since I have two little brothers and sometimes when my father goes for a week or two to work abroad and my mother accompanies him, I'm left in charge of them, I'm lucky that sometimes Ryuuya comes to help me, I haven't told you anything but Ryuuya is my best friend, my schoolmate, my neighbor and my boyfriend (it makes me tingle when I say that word).

When we go to college, Ryuuya and I will go to a house or apartment to live without our parents.

My parents and Ryuuya's parents are so called helicopter parents.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I don't know what sarcasm is, rather I don't know how to use it and I don't understand it, I looked it up once on the internet, but I don't understand it.

I mean, why do people say those phrases if they really don't mean it but the opposite? Why can't they say it clearly?

This example I'm going to write is taken from the internet

Example, they don't want to be talked to because they say: Talk to the hand.

They couldn't say: I'm not interested in what you say, don't talk to me.

It's easier for Ryuuya and me to understand the latter than the former.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

The hands if are visible, but the lips because that's where I look when I talk to someone to look "normal"' and make them think I'm looking their eyes.

6. What's your eye color?

My eye color is normal in my family, although they say I have beautiful light blue eyes, lighter than my family's eyes.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies, I like scary movies a lot especially watching them with Ryuuya, it's a lot of fun because we start making theories and the things that the main characters should do to not be in that situation. Sometimes we also watch it with Marena who is my cousin, she likes the romance ones, but she doesn't like to watch them with us because she says we break the ending for her.

Besides, happy endings look very unrealistic, since it doesn't always end well outside of the movies.

8. Any special talents? Special talents? Talent?

My special talent? Mmmh… I really like astronomy and mythology, but I think my talents are photography and painting.

9. Where were you born?

I was born in Tartosa, where you can see beautiful stars, because there are never lights that break the peace of a starry sky. But where we live now, I have to wait for a blackout or go far away to the countryside to be able to see the constellations.

That's why every summer when there's camp, I like to sign up and drag Ryuuya and my cousin along with me.

By the way I now live in Evergreen Harvor, the only nice thing there is Ryuuya and my room.

Before I lived in a big house, with a big room, I'm not going to say I didn't like it but sometimes it was too big for me, the room I have now is cozier and more comfortable, the only thing I miss from the other one is the constellation sky that dad had made, following the constellation map I made for him, and the balcony I had in my room, where I could look from a small telescope I had, the stars.

Dad had the idea of saying that we were going to live in an apartment like the working class people lived in, and that's what we did.

Although I must say something, when Dad said the word move, I thought I was the one who was going to move to an apartment alone… but Dad and Mom said I was too young to live alone, and I gave them many good reasons why I should live alone, but they said no, and they got angry.

10. What are your hobbies?

My hobbies are Astronomy, Mythology, Photography and Music.

Astronomy I can only practice it when the weather and lights let me, but I can always talk and write about it.

Mythology I love, all kinds of mythology, not only Roman and Greek (although those two are my forte).

Photography is one thing I always do since I always carry my camera with me, the camera was a gift from nonna Celestine (my grandmother Celestine), she gave it to me when I turned 4 years old, and I haven't stopped taking pictures since that day.

I love music and yes, I'm a classic, I really like the Spanish guitar, I don't like the electric guitar, the Spanish guitar has a special melody, more natural and more beautiful, at least for me. By the way, we have a musical group.

11. Have any pets?

No, in the apartments we live in we aren't allowed to have pets, but when Ryuuya and I go to live in a place where we' a're surrounded by countryside I will have many dogs and a cat…. well two, with Ryuuya, I think he's the reincarnation of a cat. My nonna Celestine has a very nice and quiet cat, maybe too quiet. She also has a dog just like Orion, and that's because he's one of Orion's children, since she was mom and grandma.

I used to have Orion as I said above, she was my best friend and only friend, since I used to do home school, but I'll explain that another day, assuming you are interested of course.

Sorry, I'll continue with Orion. She was an Australian Shepherd, for me was the most beautiful of all, was smart, learned things very fast, and my mother told me that since I was born and we went home, she never left my side for a moment, I must also say that she liked to run a lot and when I went jogging Orion went out with me, some nights we would escape and we would both go to see the constellations or the full moon that looked beautiful from the beach of Tartosa.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I have 3 favorite sports but none of them are played at school, during the summer surfing, during the winter snowboarding and all year round skateboarding.

Yes, as you can see all 3 sports are board sports, I don't like anything to do with balls, not even ping pong balls.

13. How tall are you?

My height is 185 cm/6' 1".

14. Favorite subject in school?

If there was astronomy it would be that one, but since it doesn't exist, I would say Art and Music.

15. Dream Job?

My dream job would be to be an astronaut but I don't want to be away from Ryuuya and I want to have a dog, and in space for now you can't have them.

So my second dream job is to be a private investigator, so I could be close to Ryuuya and have a dog to be my work and adventure partner.

My parents want me to work in whatever motivates me, except for what my uncle Luca works in, I don't know what he works in but my father says he is involved in weird business.

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I am shy and a disaster to communicate with people, I will leave a notice that NOBODY is forced to do it, do it only if you feel like doing it, clarified that, I will tag: @simsfurr ,@mocham-sims ,@simsjerry , @freedomending(Hi, nice to meet you. As Van said you can do it about any of your system members if you want, if it doesn't make you uncomfortable of course, if it's rude then please ignore my tag 🙇💦), @kyou-sims4, @fuku0330, @bnt0,

Also anyone who wants to do so and is not tagged.

What I would like is that you tag me to know more about your OCs.

[throughthevalleyy]

in mine (e.w. x r)

a/n: so i wrote this a couple weeks ago at almost 3am so not my best work lmao. r’s details aren’t described but they do sit in ellie’s lap + they have a southern accent bc i said so<3 inspired by the song "UNIVERSE" by Kelsea Ballerini bc it was stuck in my head. takes place in the canon world but ignoring joel's death and ellie & dina's relationship.

pairing(s): ellie williams x reader

warning(s): mentions of death, killing, animal death (nothing explicit), and what's mentioned in the a/n

Ellie has always loved the stars. As a kid she dreamed of the endless possibilities - worlds of hope and love and societies where there were no man-eating monsters and children had mothers to go home to. As an adult, she knows it was all just a weak attempt at comforting herself, a delusion hiding her own fears underneath.

Though she never resented the stars for her desperate attempt at self-consoling, it only made her long for them more. To reach the stars, to touch the moon, grasp a space rock. To hold something so beautiful and unburdened by humans and deadly fungus alike, something so delicate and rare. What else could she ever want more than that?

She thought the answer was nothing, that it’d always be nothing, until she met you. The mysterious traveler who didn’t speak much, only ever talking to Maria and Tommy, and only when absolutely necessary. Ellie might’ve seen you smile at Joel once, but it could’ve been a trick of the late August sunlight.

Others were wary of your arrival to Jackson. They questioned a kid - a seventeen year old with nothing but a knife, a handgun, a few spare rounds, and the clothes on their back - traveling through the ravenous countryside of the South alone all the way to Wyoming. All she saw was a badass like her, just as lost and looking for something to guide them to safety.

It took a few weeks for her to even find out your name, though at that point she already started calling you by the different constellations in her head - the wonder of images only seen when the stars aligned right kept living through stories that have been passed through to ages, to the wonder of a person they all knew nothing about. There was some poetic shit in there but she could never really figure out how to say it.

She’s called you Little Dipper, Ursa Minor, Small Bear for the boy put in the stars to be protected by his father, only for her to realize she knows nothing about you or your parents to make any assumptions like that.

Ellie tried Cassiopeia, for the queen known for her beauty, only you’ve never flaunted your own like she did.

The Zodiac signs felt a bit cheap, especially when Joel explained how everyone had one and they were all predetermined by one’s birth.

Orion and Canis Major felt wrong because you, again, were never one to flaunt about anything, especially killing animals. In fact, the one thing about you she did know was that the first thing you said upon arriving in Jackson was some sort of apology for killing an animal on the way there. Apparently no one had even had the heart to tell you that it was the very least of their worries.

She went through as many books as she could to find the perfect name, all for a person she even didn’t know. She spent her days reading and her nights drawing whatever she read about until finally she settled on-

“Argo, hey.” Short for Argo Navis, the collection of three constellations representing the ship sailed by Jason and the Argonauts in search of the Golden Fleece. Your story didn’t exactly fit Jason’s, but Ellie figured it had a nice enough ring to it. Plus, you’ve gotten quite used to it.

“Hey, Els. Joel said you were here so I thought…” You trail off after that. Ellie smiles, watching the way your hands find their way into your - her - hoodie’s pocket.

“C’mon in, babe,” she says after a moment. Your smile brightens and she thinks it could rival Venus at sunset. You walk over to where she’s sat on her bed, guitar left forgotten on the chair next to her. 

When you get to her, Ellie pulls you into her lap, smiling at the airy squeal that leaves your lips. “What’re you workin’ on?” you ask softly once you’re settled. She smiles yet again at the way your accent comes out, the way you rub your eyes and lean your head on her shoulder.

“Joel made some sheet music for a couple songs,” she answers. You nod, head moving closer to her neck as she talks.

“Play it for me?” you request. Ellie sighs, kissing your forehead.

“Fine, but I can’t promise it’ll be any good.” Gently, she moves you off of her so she can grab her guitar. Your head instantly moves to her thigh, and she doesn’t complain as she adjusts the tuning. She’s used to you cuddling up to her as she plays.

“Alright,” she whispers. “Apparently this one came out like a month before Outbreak Day, so it’s a little rough.”

The song is slow and sweet, a perfect explanation of the love Ellie holds for you, the impossible love she never thought was in the cards for her. She looks down as she finishes the final chords to find you fast asleep. As she puts her guitar away and settles in for the night, pulling you up to the pillows with her, she thanks her lucky stars for you, her universe.

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a/n 2: originally the song ellie sings was gonna be "Mean to Me" by Brett Eldredge but then ig i decided against it? lmao i just remember researching its release and then not wanting to figure out the logistics of tlou's timeline

[partlystiles]

Can I ask for continuation of the French exchange student and Peter Pettigrew? Just where their relationship kinda starts to blossom and the guys, mainly Sirius, are still confused on why she’s into him. But she’s somewhat over being petty, but not really. She still ignores Sirius to a degree. But whenever Peter and her hangout, the guys ( and maybe the gals) spy on them so they can figure out what she sees I’m Peter. ~🍄

it's been a hot minute but yes of course!

You can read part one here !

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“Look, that’s the Big Dipper, that’s Orion’s Belt and...that is the constellation of Pegasus, see it’s like a square and then three lines coming off of it. Someone thought it outlined a bit of a Pegasus...like a flying horse.”

“It’s beautiful.” Y/N whispered as she stared up at the blanket of navy blue that coveted the sky that night and the beautiful dots of white within it, she was lay back against a blanket which she could feel the grass from underneath prickling at. “I quite like looking at stars.”

“A lot of people are named after stars, aren’t they?” Peter shifted on the blanket, his elbow brushing against the girl beside him which made the both of them smile up to the sky they were staring at. “Sirius, his brother Regulus, Astrid Baker, Cassiopeia Pritchett, Danica Glore, Estelle Cook-”

“You know a lot of people.” She laughed, turning her head to look at the side of his face. It was dark out but the stars and the light from the crescent moon shed light all over his skin and lit up his eyes.

Peter had been smiling quite widely but it slowly lessened after Y/N’s sentence, it’s true he did know a lot of people. But not many people knew him. For a lot of his life he was just James Potter’s friend or one of the boys, a quiet prankster, a mousey boy with little to no personality. He only knew all these names because he actually payed attention to people unlike others who only knew him as the ‘blonde marauder’.

“Peter?” Y/N turned on her side and then propped herself up on her arm, looking down at the boy beside her who glanced at her with wide eyes after being snapped out of whatever stupor he had been in. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing.” He smiled softly, shaking his head as he looked at her. Y/N was practically the only girl who had ever noticed him, really really noticed him. She laughed at his jokes, she asked him about himself.

Peter looked down at her hand that lay on the blanket, it was still manicured and she was wearing that same pearl bracelet that matched the pink ribbon tied around his own wrist. He thought his favourite thing about her next to her smile was her hands, they were so beautiful and looked so soft. And he always wanted to build up the courage to hold it but he never had. 

He was no idiot, there was definitely something more than friendship between them and he knew that. But he could never make any moves, he always chickened out. Yes he wore her ribbon around her wrist but he really wasn’t sure what that meant; when she gave it to him, they had just finished talking by the fireplace. Everyone else had gone up, it was just them.

She had been playing with the ribbon for about ten minutes before she smiled and tied it around his wrist, successfully capturing his breath before she announced that she was going to bed and that she would see him in the morning. Then she had looked at him for a moment before smiling and saying goodbye.

He felt like grabbing her hand and asking her to stay but refrained from being creepy, he just stood with her and watched as she went up the stairs to the girls dormitories and he went to the boys. And then got confronted. He had to say that Sirius had really gotten on his nerves, acting like Peter had to have some sort of trick to have a pretty girl interested in him. 

The boy still went on about it even weeks afterward, just before Peter had left with the blanket and announced that he was taking a late night rendezvous, Sirius had asked him to talk him up since Peter and Y/N weren’t official. James smirked a little and Remus glared at the boy but Peter just left with no other word to see his angel at the bottom of the stairs.

His angel who made the first move. 

Peter snapped himself out of another trance as his hand that rest on his stomach whilst he was lay down was taken by hers that he had just been staring at. It was a slow movement, an unsure one and Peter stared at every second of it. The way she brought his hand off of his stomach and laced their fingers together before resting them in the space between them. 

“Don’t be so afraid, Peter.” She whispered and if he had the courage, he could’ve bolted up and put a hand on the back of her head to bring her in for a kiss. But he didn’t, he simply looked at her and felt his heart swell. 

“What kind of Gryffindor am I?” He made a joke and Y/N smiled but it didn’t quite reach her beautiful eyes.

“Well, I’ve heard your quite the prankster. That’s quite brave and daring.” She said, raising her eyebrows and Peter flushed slightly red before he narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously with a smile. 

“How do you know?”

“Marlene likes to complain.” Y/N giggled and poked his cheek with his tongue as he smiled and watched her grin at him knowingly. “She told me about the time you caused every Slytherin’s tongues to grow at breakfast.”

“It was Sirius’ idea.” Peter defended himself but she didn’t seem that bothered, more amused at the red flush on his cheeks. Of course she would find out about their pranks, she didn’t live under a rock. “I just provided an entrance into the kitchens. See, the secret is you have to tickle the pair in the portrait down near the Hufflepuff Common Room. Swings right open for you.”

“You’ll have to take me sometime.” She suggested as she let go of his hand and for a moment he was crestfallen, but then she started playing with his fingers and he really couldn’t complain.

“Well, I could suggest that we be the ones to get the food and drink for the party?” Peter said and Y/N looked up at him with a face of confusion for a moment. “The Halloween party that Gryffindor throws every year.”

“What is Halloween?”

“You don’t do Halloween in France?” Peter asked and Y/N shook her head with a small laugh at his genuine shock. He let his jaw drop and just stared at her until she started giggling again. “Oh my word. Well, Halloween is basically where you dress up as things and eat sweets. Originally it was to like ward off spirits or something but now people just eat a lot and wear fun costumes on October 31st. But we have the party on the 30th because there’s the feast and everything on the actual night.”

“I go to back to France on the 31st.” Y/N mentioned and Peter sat up in a very shocked manner, she widened her eyes at him as he looked down at her in a slightly sad way. “Oh, no, not forever. Just because the Sunday is La Toussaint and I’m going to visit my father’s grave. I’ll be back early Monday morning.”

Peter gave a large sigh of relief and laughed again, looking down at the blanket in slight embarrassment before looking back up at Y/N. He grabbed her hand again, running his thumb over the back of it whilst he stared at her. Did he kiss her? Did he wait for her to kiss him? Did he just keep staring at her like a creepy stalker?

“But I’m sure I can party for a bit.” She said, her voice sounding a little bit softer and breathless as Peter carried on stroking her hand with an extremely cute smile. “What do I dress as?”

“Anything you want.” He shrugged, laying back down again but making sure to keep tight hold onto her hand. If it was up to him he would never let her go. “I was gonna go as Robin Hood, but-”

“I watched that film when I first moved here, with Lily. She’s my neighbour.” Y/N interrupted excitedly and Peter chuckled softly as her eyes lit up. “It was very good. And Lily put on French subtitles so I could understand all of it! If you go as Robin Hood, then I can go as Maid Marian...”

“Like a couples costume?” He asked before his eyes tripled the size and he tensed up, hand squeezing hers slightly tighter. “Not that we’re a couple or anything like you might not even like me like that, I didn’t want to assume cause you know obviously we can go as just friends but like I’m sorry I just didn’t wanna label anything but that’s exactly what I did so-”

Her amazing laugh is what interrupted him. a smile like nothing before as she used her other hand to cover up her face. She decided to lay back down, their hands interlocked in the middle of them whilst her chest jerked slightly with her laughs. “Yes, Peter. A couple’s costume.”

Peter looked at her, just like she had before, watching her side profile with the sky reflecting in her eyes and her skin looking as soft as ever. She glowed in the night, her large cardigan she had shrugged over her short silky pyjamas. Pink like her lips, her nails, her cheeks, her jewellery. Her whole entire aura. 

He had brought down his own jacket to give to her but tossed it on the sofa as soon as he saw her in her own. She didn’t notice him throw it and he was glad, but as good as she looked he thought she would look good in his own jacket as well. It would drown her as he was a bit bigger than her, but she would be comfy and have something of his as he did of hers. 

“So is that confirmation that like...” He started, still confused with where they were but as soon as she turned her head and they locked eyes again, his sentence trailed off. “We’re-”

“Students out of bed!” 

“Filch!” Peter jumped up and Y/N joined him, the caretaker was still at the top of the hill and quickly making his way down. Y/N jumped up too in fear but something was quickly thrown over her, some sort of cloak. “Don’t panic, we’re invisible.”

“Invisible?” She whispered, staring at the cloak and then at Peter in slight confusion. Peter helped her stand and it was then that she realised that the blanket that had been lay on was gone. “Peter, what-”

Filch approached closer and Y/N stepped back into the boy’s chest, his hand came to her hip to keep her stable before she toppled over him. Then she paused and glanced back at him as his hand secured her waist and kept her close. To her amazement, Filch walked straight past them without a second thought, muttering to his cat as he looked around confusedly.

Peter got closer, his mouth coming to her ear and he heard her breath hitch slightly. It was moments like this when he had bravery, other times he would not be so brave as to capture her waist and get this close to her. 

“Let’s go.” He said and waited for her to nod before they started walking again, amazingly invisible still. She was looking over the blanket in front of them with awe as they walked up the hill. “It’s James’. Some sort of family heirloom.”

“Wow.”

The walk up to the Common Room was short. Once they were in the castle, Peter took the blanket off of their heads. His hair got slightly dishevelled but hers was perfect. It was still dark in the castle but Y/N had lit up her wand and held it out of the blanket when they first entered. 

“I enjoyed tonight.” She whispered, feeling it was only appropriate in this level of darkness, squeezing his hand. Earlier, Peter had sheepishly suggested that they hold hands through the dark which Y/N thought was adorable. 

“Me too.” He grinned in the wand light. “I also wanted to just clarify-”

A crash came from their left when they turned one corner and Y/N gasped, turning quickly. Peter also stumbled back and tugged Y/N close to him again at the sound, they weren’t under the blanket anymore but Peter began to try and get it out whilst Y/N looked around for any sign of authority that could tell them off.

“Good going, fucknut.”

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“Guys, sh!”

“It was Remus and his freakishly long legs.”

“Hey!”

“Shut up.”

“Marlene, calm down.”

“They’re going to hear us!”

Y/N and Peter exchanged a long look with one another, she had her eyebrows raised and a look of disbelief on her face but Peter seemed agitated. Sirius had joked about spying on them one too many times and Peter didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of Y/N but he was angry. Very angry. A moment of privacy is all he asked for and Sirius had no faith in him at all. 

He tried to stay calm but his anger blinded him and he stormed towards the broom closet that was a couple of metres away. Exactly where the sound was coming from. Peter ripped the door open and a wand light glared back at him but he didn’t even flinch, just glared at the 6 faces in the cupboard.

“Hey mate.” James grinned awkwardly. Y/N popped up from behind Peter’s shoulders and Marlene, Lily and Mary all waved at her with varying hellos. “How’s your night? We’re just...sex.”

“Yes.” Marlene nodded.

“That’s exactly what is happening.” Sirius pointed at James. 

“Sex.”

“Yep.”

“Exactly.”

“You expect me to believe you’re having one massive orgy?” Peter asked, straight-faced and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. She didn’t know what that word meant. All seven of them nodded though. “Get out.”

One by one, they all filed out of the cupboard. Y/N shook her head at her friends as they came and stood in front of her. James and Remus came out too, all of them were in their pyjamas and James was carrying an odd map that had an assortment of ink on it. Moving ink, it seemed.

“Not you.” Peter put a hand on Sirius’ chest before he pushed the boy back into the broom closet and followed in after him. The closet did nothing for secrecy. “Are you kidding me, mate? Spying? Seriously? Is it so hard flor you to admit that a girl might actually like me?”

Y/N looked around, frowning and the boys were already halfway gone. They were mumbling to themselves and turned around to wave bye to Y/N, she waved back at them quietly but they turned away as quick as possible as they approached the staircases. 

Lily, Marlene and Mary were on the staircase after them. Y/N looked around shockingly to realise that no one was with her anymore like she thought they were. She couldn’t bring herself to follow them, she hadn’t said goodbye to Peter yet and would feel horrible for leaving him after a date. At least she thought it was some kind of date.

“No, what, of course girls like you.”

“Name one.”

“Dina Quinn.” 

“Dina Quinn was a girl that I had a crush on and guess what Sirius, she was also your girlfriend for a month.” Peter said, he sounded angry and Y/N felt awkward waiting and eavesdropping. “Because I was so ready to ask her out and then you step in and start flirting and she’s all over you. Y/N is different, she wasn’t persuaded by you and you can clearly see that things are going good between us so why are you trying to ruin it?”

“Mate, I’m not, I’m just-”

“Trying to find out what she could possibly see in me?” He raised his voice slightly, it sounded close to breaking. Almost close to tears. “Truth is, Sirius, I have no idea what she sees in me. Compared to you I’m nothing but Y/N sees something in me. And-And I like her a lot, because she’s kind and she’s pretty. She has the purest soul and she’s so gentle. She makes me feel like I’m on top of the world every time she’s within an inch with me and I talk about her every night and Sirius, it hurts me that you’re trying to take that away from me.”

“All you see is a pretty face or hear a pretty accent and when she didn’t want your compliments you were so shocked that she wasn’t interested. I know she’s gorgeous and I know I’m well out of her league but that doesn’t give you the right to interfere with me and the girl I love just because she hurt your stupendously humungous ego. Because, this is finally my chance. My thing. And who knows how long I’ve got of it. Someone else might come along or- I don’t know, but the point is please stop this!”

It was silent for a bit and Y/N still felt like she was intruding on a private conversation, which she probably was. Sirius said something, much quieter so she presumed that Peter had just been talking loudly and that’s why she had heard him. There was more mumbling and then the door opened, revealing the two boys with their arms around one another as they walked out.

“Yeah and then we-” Peter was saying before he turned and saw Y/N standing there. She waved sheepishly and began to think that she should’ve walked away. “Hey, uh, you hear all that?”

Y/N nodded and Sirius took his arm away from Peter, patting his back before he began to walk towards the stairs, leaving his friend standing there and staring at the girl awkwardly. He then pat Y/N on her shoulder and the girl turned to him.

“Have a good night, L/N.”

“You too, Sirius.”

He whistled as he went up the stairs, two steps at a time. Almost like he was trying to get to the common room as quickly as possible, probably to escape the awkwardness. Y/N turned back to Peter and took a deep breath as he went to stuff his hands in his pockets before realising that his pyjama pants don’t have pockets. He then just kind of put his hands down to his sides. 

“Y/N everything that was said in there, I just...I didn’t mean to get mad and-”

“Mon dieu.” She swore in that beautiful French accent and crossed the couple of metres that separated them before taking his face in her hands and pulling him into her, connecting their lips together. 

Peter’s breath hitched when he was pulled in but then he just kissed her back, putting his hands on her hips for a second. He always used to get bullied for being small but sometimes it comes with it’s perks, like not having to bend down that much when kissing someone. 

Her lips were so soft, so incredibly soft and so incredibly her that Peter practically melted in her touch with her hands on his face and touching him. Being so close and so intimate. His heart swelled a thousand sizes and he felt like he could burst, melt and fly all at once. 

She was heaven and he was a mere mortal praying with every fibre of his being that he would be allowed to go. 

Y/N pulled back from him and rested her hands on his chest, breathing heavily and looking up at him with a hopeless look on the border of worry. Peter was sure that he looked hypnotised because that’s exactly how he felt, his brain had imploded and he was searching for anything to say. But all he could say was: 

“Wow.”

Y/N quirked a smile and tried to take her hands back from his chest but Peter caught her wrists and leant down to kiss her again. It was just the same as last time, possibly a bit better and she put her hands on the back of his neck again, smiling as they split and kissed again and split again before resting their foreheads against each other and grinned. 

“je t'aime aussi beaucoup.” 

“So just to clarify-”

“Yes, Peter, we can be a couple if you want.”

“Cool.”

[liyuesbian]

Heyo, do you think you could maybe write a fic of a gn reader with beidou on the ship? Just something fluffy, like what reader and beidou do on the ship yknow? Thanks!! (Its ok if you can't get to this lol)

✧ POLARIS. [BEIDOU]

CONTAINS! beidou x astronomer!reader

SUMMARY! where you are the north star that guides her home

NOTES! hi anon! ty for requesting and i hope this is alright! i'm really sorry this took so long... i haven't been feeling v motivated lately but i promise i'm working on the other requests :)) it might just take a while though

“that one's called orion," you inform and point to a line of stars. “you can tell by the three stars next to each other and they make up orion’s belt.” you go into more detail, labelling the stars that form the image of the hunter. the two of you are presently sitting on the edge of the alcor, legs dangling out of the ship and hanging above the calm sea. it’s nighttime so you’d think the water would be indiscernible if it weren’t for the soft reflections of light from the moon and the distant objects of gas.

"huh, why do constellations never look like the things they're named after?" you turn your head around. lifting an eyebrow, you give your lover a hard stare as if to say "did you seriously just ask me that question?"

beidou mirrors your actions and—as if she can read through you—answers the thought in your head.

"yes, i did," she lets out a chortle and grins cheekily. "what can i say? life is all about taking risks." you roll your eyes and bite your lower lip in an attempt to hold back your own laughter. it's amusing yet you can't help but give in to her provocations.

“do you want them to look like detailed portraits? you’d have to get vermeer to paint over the sky!” you proclaim dramatically, huffing and folding your arms across your chest to feign annoyance.

“hey, not a bad idea.” you spot a hint of a smirk on her face and roll your eyes in response. you’re about to retaliate but your attention is drawn to the dashes of white above you.

a meteor shower.

you gasp, stunned by the occurrence overhead. you had never been lucky enough to see one despite being an astrologer and calculating when the phenomenon would happen was quite difficult. that being so, this moment will be ingrained into your memory whilst the childlike wonder of the expression you wear will always be cherished by the woman beside you.

beidou's breathing hitches and her eyes turn soft as she observes your figure—shoulders edging forward with a growing attraction to the night sky and eyebrows lifting slightly in sheer amazement. streaks of light are reflected onto your pupils, flitting ever so quickly yet why, at this moment, does it feel like time is the opposite? for beidou, her universe slows as if nothing else in the world matters.

love blooms in her heart and she feels dizzy but she doesn't dare to say it yet. you'll have to wait a while but when it does happen—when each others' feelings are realised—beidou knows she'll declare it with so much confidence and so much volume that not even the collapse of a supernova would be able to mute her.

“they say if you're lucky enough to see a shooting star, you can make a wish and it’ll come true,” you say, awestruck. “now, we can make a million wishes.”

suddenly brought back to reality, your lover discreetly swerves her eyesight to the stellar mess over your heads.

“you know, stars are useful to us sailors too,” beidou mentions.

“oh?”

“there’s a star over there...” she points upwards to redirect your focus. “that we use to navigate the seas. we call it the north star haha. not sure if it's actually north though.”

“i think i’ve heard of that. amongst my fellow astronomers, we gave it the name ‘polaris’. it’s the brightest star of the ursa minor constellation.” you reminisce. beidou nods in understanding but really, she becomes lost in your last few sentences.

“i use it to help my crew get back home safe and sound,” she pauses, taking the time to choose her words. “but for me, the north star isn’t the thing that guides me home.”

you feel your heart rate spike at the statement and you find yourself clinging nervously onto what she’ll say next. beidou’s gaze, once again, lands on your face.

“it’s you.” she witnesses the sides of your mouth arch up as you let out a small giggle.

“i didn’t realise you could be so… coquettish.”

grinning, you close the remaining distance between you until her lips are a breath away from yours. you raise your hand so your thumb can caress her cheeks and as she leans into your touch with her eyes piercing through your own, neither of you can resist any longer. heart beating against her chest, beidou leans forward to kiss you. it’s soft, delicate and, like a wish that is projected upon a shooting star, is received with an infinite amount of care.

when you separate, your heart aches for more so you do it all over again. under the moonlight, where nobody can catch sight of you, her lips brush yours, and a second galaxy is born.

with your hands still tightly wound together, the electro wielder tips her head to rest it on your shoulder. she whispers, eyes closed in pure bliss, “looks like we’ll be keeping the moon company all night, eh?”

[maybanksslut]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐬.𝐛.

Pairing: sirius black x reader (marauders era)

Warning(s): angst, sirius being stupid, explicit language

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: You and Sirius used to be in a relationship. This is the story of how everything turned to nothing at all.

Key: prompts written in bold, flashbacks in cursive.

A/n: requested by @amourtentiaa and @reguluscore. I really liked this one so pls dont let it flop.

Stargazing had always been your and Sirius’ thing. You’d sit on the astronomy tower all night long, looking up at the stars together while you held hands and stole kisses from each other. Sometimes, Sirius even brought food and you’d have a picnic, having the best times of your lives.

During these fine evenings, you’d laugh and giggle, pointing out how both his names; Sirius and Orion, were stars and star constellations, and he didn’t even know before he met you.

“Look, that’s Orion; these three stars are his belt”

“What about Sirius?”

“There. It’s the brightest star in the night sky” You’d look at him, eyes full of admiration, a small smile playing on your lips. “Just like you’re the brightest star in my life”

He’d smile back, pulling you in for a soft kiss. Lips would meet, fireworks would explode and you’d feel the euphoria of having a lover fill you. His fingers would entangle themselves in your hair, your hands would graze his cheek, caressing it gently. The love would flow between you, making you both fall in love more and more with each second.

Sirius could still feel the bittersweet taste of your lips against his every time he thought back to these much simpler times. The taste was fainter for each day, just like his chance of ever rebuilding the happiness that you’d caused in his life.

Oh, how he wished it wasn’t all lost. He wished there was a way he could show you how much he truly cared for you, and how vivid and real his feelings for you were. He missed you. He missed you so much. Especially your laugh, which had always brightened his dark days. You were always able to cheer him up.

Now there was rarely a day he didn’t cry. Rarely a day he didn’t regret his decisions and actions. Not a day went by when he didn’t think of you and how much he’d lost.

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“Where the fuck have you been?”

“Out”

“Out where?”

Sirius sighed at your frustrated voice, running a hand through his hair. He slumped down on the bed, laying his head in your lap to relax. You pushed him off, though, bringing your legs up to your chest and hugging them.

“Why are you so grumpy? Are you on your period?”

“Fuck you” you spat in his direction. “I’m grumpy because you were going to take me out today.”

Finally, realization dawned over Sirius’ face. He remembered the promise he’d made you, and how he’d broken it to hang out with James, Remus, and Marlene.

Guilt made its way into his heart. His annoyance faded and he sent you an apologetic smile, grabbing your hand and kissing it a few times, murmuring apologies.

You were hesitant to forgive him that quickly, so he scooted closer to you, pulling you into a warm embrace. His scent filled your nose, calming your nerves and allowing you to relax after a long day.

Soon, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him anymore, so you just closed your eyes, leaning into his touch and telling yourself your relationship would be just fine. It would turn out okay.

If you only knew how wrong you were.

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He was so caught up in his own thoughts, that he didn’t notice your gaze, lingering on the back of his head as it used to years ago, when everything between you was still well. When you still shared love. Only now this stare wasn’t accompanied by laughter or notes you and Sirius would pass to each other during class.

No, now it was just a rotten, empty gaze that lingered. It just lingered, as if it was your last, desperate try at communications with your long-lost love.

Now it was your turn to be caught up in your thoughts; frankly, you didn’t even realize he’d turned around and was now staring into your eyes with his stormy gray orbs.

Despite wanting to turn around from him, escape his burning gaze that seemed to be filled with not only curiousness but also passion, you stayed in your seat, unable to tear your eyes away from him and his beauty.

For a moment you were young, happy, and in love again, without a worry. You were Sirius’ girlfriend, you had a perfect life and the glint of melancholy disappeared from your gaze.

Then you remembered why this melancholy had taken its place in your heart in the first place, and the ecstasy faded, so you did the only thing you could think off. You stormed out of the classroom, leaving everyone except Sirius confused.

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The rain fell down in heavy droplets, the sound incredibly loud in your ears. The wind howled, making a mess of your hair and causing the trees to sway in a steady rhythm. The cold air hit your skin, cooling down your infuriated body, yet not calming you down at all.

In front of you stood Sirius, your boyfriend, his face scrunched up in guilt, regret flashing in his eyes. Marlene was long gone from the scene, however, the burning memory of the kiss she just shared with Sirius remained in your mind, stabbing every nerve in your body.

You waited for Sirius to say something, defend himself, yet he remained silent, forcing you to listen to the loud sound of water falling down from the sky.

The silence bothered you, because it allowed all sorts of thoughts to fill your brain, making it even harder to slow the tears that threatened to spill out of your eyes. Not that it mattered, anyway. There was too much rain for anyone to notice you were crying.

“So what, you’re just gonna stand there?” You shouted over the loud weather. “I’m not even worth an apology now?”

Sirius didn’t respond, his eyes glued on the ground, as he found it impossible to bring himself to look at you. He was ashamed of what he’d done, and he wished to apologize, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

As Sirius struggled with his thoughts, you found yourself closer and closer to the breaking point. “Answer me! Am I not good enough for you?”

“It’s not that,” he protested. “It’s-“

“It’s what?”

“It’s just too hard. It’s too fucking hard to be in a relationship. I have so many duties, I can’t live my life how I want to anymore. It’s just 'help me with this', 'help me with that', I can’t do that! I’m too young, too free to just let it all go, y’know?”

After letting the words leave his mouth, he felt a sting of regret. Why did he say that? He didn’t mean it. He wanted to spend his whole life with you, only... he was so young. He didn’t want to lose that.

And that was his big mistake. That was what pushed him to neglect you and cheating on you; his fear of losing his childhood, while he should’ve worried about losing you. He found it too much of an obviousness that you’d forever love him, so he didn’t give enough back.

“You know what? You’re right. You’re too young and stupid for love. How could I ever believe otherwise?”

Then, you let go of your emotions, letting the tears escape your eyes, streaming down your face as you cursed yourself for ever believing you and Sirius had a chance.

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You were pacing the school grounds, letting the wind clear you of your depressing thoughts. It was a cool morning, thick fog hung in the air, creating an eerie silence. You put your head in your hands, trying to clear your mind and trying to stop thinking about Sirius.

Sirius. It was always him. You thought you’d figured out your life, moved on, but there he was, standing in the way as usual. You only met his gaze once, only once, yet still, it made your walls shatter and all the memories came back to you.

Why did he have to be like that? Why was he able to see through your soul this easily, why was he able to make you feel a certain way against your will? Oh, how you hated him. Sometimes you wished he’d just vanish. Just disappear from your life once and for all.

“Y/n?” His voice brought you back to reality, immediately making you turn around to face him. And there it was again; that look that made you feel so weak. “Y/n, we need to talk”

“No, we don’t. There’s nothing to talk about” you replied coldly, keeping your voice stern and strong. He wasn’t going to make you fall to his knees this easily. Not this time, not after everything he’d done.

“Yes, there is,” Sirius argued, his voice laced with a drop or two of genuine hope. “I came here to apologize”

“Oh, yes, apologize” you snorted. You could feel your eyes well up with water. Why was he so determined to hurt you even more?

You didn’t want his apology, you didn’t want his words, none of them could replace what he’d taken away from you. He’d taken your heart and crushed it with his fingers, tearing it apart so painfully and without mercy. He’d slowly but surely broken you, and you’d had enough.

“Please, just listen to me,” He begged, taking a step in your direction. In exchange, you took a step back. “I know I fucked up, okay? But... I love you. I really do, I love you, more than I’ve loved anyone, and I’m so sorry for messing it up. You’re the only one that I want, and I hope I’m not too late”

Sirius felt proud after his confession. Perhaps this could save your love, perhaps you’d give him a second chance. It was possible, he saw it in your face as you gently parted your lips, letting out a sigh. He’d shown you everything now, proven to you how much he cared. He needed you and there was a chance you needed him as well.

That’s when you started crying for good. Small sobs escaped your mouth, tears flew down your cheeks, you weren’t able to hold it in anymore. It was everywhere, that melancholic and painful feeling that tore you apart with every second you thought about Sirius.

“No,” you croaked out. “You don’t love me, not at all. If you did, you wouldn’t have done this. You wouldn’t have come into my life, shattering every chance I had at being happy and leaving me alone to rot!”

“I made a mistake, and I’m sorry! But I love you, I swear to god, I really do! I’m dying without you, fuck, I can’t even look at the stars without thinking about you. Baby, please, come back to me.”

After his words, silence followed. It was deadly quiet, even the wind stopped rustling leaves on trees as if to let you have room for a conversation. Yet you didn’t speak. You only stared at him blankly, your empty gaze yet again lingering on the face of the person you’d once called your one true love.

Sirius felt his heart sink in his chest as he trembled under your gaze. The emotionless stare seemed to pierce right through his soul, and he felt himself in so desperate need of your love.

“Please, y/n, you have to forgive me” he pleaded. “I can’t lose you”

Now his eyes were watery, and he spoke no longer like a hopeful gentleman - rather like a fallen king.

“You already have” He saw it coming. He sensed it even before the dreadful words left your mouth, but hearing you say that in such a lifeless tone stung more than ever. As he saw you leave the tragic scene, he wondered if this agony ever would vanish from his heart.

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[bwbatta]

four - believable

Abstract: Draco and you are just friends so doing him a favour and pretending to be his girlfriend wouldn’t effect your friendship right?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: this is super fluffy beware

Word count: 3944

A/N: well, I’m back and BOY do I have a good one for you! Christmasy vibes are at 100% as I’m struggling to believe Christmas has actually been and gone, hopefully this will fulfil your Christmas Draco cravings! 

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 3

If you thought people gossiped too much about the rumour of Draco and you being in a relationship before it was even confirmed, the gossip that was instigated from your kiss in the middle of the Great Hall was on another level.

No one said it to your face but everyone thought the chemistry between the two of you surely couldn’t have been faked.

Little did they know though, right?!

Whispers died down after a couple weeks of seeing the two of you walk around holding hands or with Draco’s arm over your shoulder pulling you close in his grip.

In fact the two of you touching in some way became such a constant that it almost felt odd when his hand wasn’t resting on your leg while you were together.

The one thing that wasn’t so weird to come from the game you two had going on, was how Pansy had dialled down her desperate attempts to seduce the blonde Malfoy heir.

Sure she still tried when you weren’t around, but it was a lot less than before and all her attempts were rebuffed and ignored by Draco.

After about a month, her attempts had dwindled and come to a halt.

Not that the two of you noticed that much.

You both had to admit, you enjoyed how things were with each other right now, not that you’d tell the other.

“Hey Sweetheart”

Broken out of your thoughts you looked up to see the familiar blonde approaching you with a grin on his face.

The two of you saw each other earlier that day for breakfast and then later for Potions, but since you both chose different courses, you didn’t have the time to cross paths again until later that evening.

You had been flicking through an astronomy textbook, attempting to finally finish your essay in the Library. Christmas was fast approaching which meant so were final deadlines for the term. Mostly you were fine with the workload you had, thanks to a specific muggleborn Gryffindor who had kept you on track, yet astronomy was kicking your arse.

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t tell your constellations apart from your galaxies.

“Hi” you sighed in reply causing the boy to frown

“That doesn’t sound very happy”

“That’s because this Astronomy essay is making me want to knock myself out with a telescope” you rested your head on your arms dejectedly. “It would be less painful.”

Draco didn’t stop the snort escaping his lips as he rolled his eyes at your dramatics and grabbed your excuse of an essay. With a snicker he shot you an amused look at the last line you’d written on the parchment, aka when you’d really given up all hope.

“’The Sirius constellation looks like a dog but you can’t really tell which breed’?! You’re honestly going to give this in?!” he laughed 

“You can’t tell though!”

“Well first, Sirius is a star not a constellation and second the constellation it’s in is obviously a terrier.”

“How helpful” 

His grey eyes shot you an amused look before gathering up your books and papers and put them away in your bag. Grabbing your hand he pulled you up and out of the Library which you groaned at, complaining you needed to finish your essay.

“I know” he just responded, pulling you close to him by your hands before detaching them and dropping his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your forehead in the process as he saw a gaggle of Ravenclaws pass you on their way to the Library. “Let’s grab some dinner and then I’ll help you with your essay.”

The kitchens weren’t as busy as usual as dinner was already happening, but still busy enough to have three house elves approach the two of you asking what they could get you.

“Two plates of roast beef, one with extra roast potatoes, the other with extra yorkshire puddings.”

Immediately your stomach growled at the thought of the food to your embarrassment. You really hadn’t realised how hungry you’d gotten.

Almost in no time at all, two steaming hot plates of food were given to you and the two of you made your way to the astronomy tower, taking a seat on the floor so you could take in the view of the setting sun.

“Why are we here? I thought we’d go back to the Library or common room to finish the essay?”

“How else am I gonna teach you the constellations if you can’t see them?!”

You were taken aback a little.

“You’re teaching me by pointing them out? How do you know astronomy?”

“The entirety of my family are named after stars and constellations on my mother’s side. It was something I just knew growing up because she taught me from when I was young.”

“So there’s a star called Draco?”

“A constellation actually” he mused, “it’s suppose to look like a dragon.”

“Suppose to?”

“Looks more like a snake if I’m honest”

The subject changed over dinner to other things you’d each thought of or heard throughout the day, when you hadn’t seen each other. Apparently the head boy and head girl had been caught by McGonagall in a broom closet getting frisky.

There had also been a fight which had broken out in the Herbology greenhouses which resulted in a mandrake pot being shattered and everyone fainting because of the screams from the young plant.

The real highlight of the day however, was the rumour of the Ancient Runes professor showing an interest in one of the sixth year Hufflepuffs.

“Contrary to popular belief, those Hufflepuffs aren’t as innocent as everyone might be led to believe” Draco snickered as you slapped his arm jokingly.

“I can’t believe a professor here would do that thought!”

“We’ve had worse teachers, lets be honest” he laughed. “Lets recall our last five years shall we?!”

“First one was killed by Harry after having You-Know-Who on the back of his head, the second was a complete moron and obliviated himself- one was a werewolf! Then lets not forget the disguised death eater and then finally this year we’ve been delighted to have the pink toad as a teacher.” 

“I feel like we’ve really lucked out if I’m honest” Draco snorted as you snickered at the humoured sarcasm you shared.

A cold breeze shifted through the open tower when the sun finally set, causing you to shiver involuntarily. Deciding to only wear a thin jumper, forgoing your robes whilst you studied earlier may not have been the smartest idea once the two of you decided to eat at that destination.

Draco noticed and immediately leaned back against the wall, holding his arms out to you.

“Come here”

With a shuffle, you were under his arm, pressed against him as you settled into his side, his body heat being a welcoming factor.

“Merlin, you’re freezing” he frowned pulling you closer before conjuring up an emerald green blanket.

“Winter doesn’t really agree with me,” you joked “now tell me about these bloody constellations.”

“Well you’ve got the northern constellations and the southern ones. The northern include some such as Andromeda, Cassiopeia, Lyra and Pegasus. The southern have ones like Ara, Orion, and Canis’ Major and Minor.”

“Which one is Draco in?”

“Northern” he grinned down at you as you reciprocated his smile. “You then also have the zodiac constellations which are the 12 most commonly known ones.”

“Like Sagittarius, Aquarius and all that?”

“Yep. Within all those constellations, you’ve then got your stars.” 

The blonde boy explained the basics of the stars to you almost effortlessly as your gaze flicked back and forth from him to the sky, when he pointed out which section he was talking about.

He talked non stop about the stars and you couldn’t help but admire the Slytherin as he spoke of the subject. Draco wasn’t arrogantly top of the class like Hermione was, but he was in no way lacking in knowledge when it came to subjects he knew about like it was second nature.

Time passed you both by like the cool breeze that surrounded you, and before you knew it, hours had passed just being in each others company as he easily gave you enough clarity to finish off your essay, without even having to resort to drastic measures.

You also learnt so much more than any astronomy professor had taught you in all your years at Hogwarts.

Maybe that was just because they weren’t as captivating as the blonde beside you.

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but you knew exactly what your favourite constellation was after that evening, and it just so happened to look like a dragon.

Christmas drew closer and Draco was adamant on sticking to his side of the deal, so with a sigh he set off to Hogsmeade in search of the extensive list of Christmas gifts he had promised to get you. 

He had to appear like the perfect boyfriend after all.

Something was nagging at him though and it was constantly circling his mind as he trudged down in the frost to the village. 

It had been that evening when the two of you were in the astronomy tower and he was teaching you about the stars, when it had happened.

In the midst of his talking, he pointed out the Orion constellation before glancing down at you and pausing a second to catch his breath, not because he was chatting too much, but because in the vivid light of the moon, you were ethereal. 

He had whole heartedly planned to carry on talking, but the sight of you, curled up against him, with the moonlight highlighting your features, his breath was stolen from him. 

Almost in a trance he brushed the back of his fingers against your cheekbone causing you to snap your gaze to him, eyes wide at the delicate gesture.

Your wide eyes shocked him out of his state and immediately he paused awkwardly, racking his brain for some kind of excuse.

“Um... eyelash” he murmured, grey eyes not breaking from your own.

“...thanks.”

His mind was screaming at him to just carry on talking, yet no words came out of his mouth. 

Instead, almost like his body had a mind of it’s own, his fingers continued to move to brush away the lock of hair which had fallen out of it’s place.

Finally gaining control of his actions again, he dropped his hand and pulled you closer to him, effectively breaking your line of sight. Draco began to talk about Orion again but his mind wasn’t 100% paying attention to the facts that came out his mouth.

What the hell was that?

Shaking those questions from his head, he pressed his lips to your temple and continued his rambling about stars.

It had been quick, fleeting, but Draco hadn’t missed it and he really hoped you had. The affection which was suppose to be scripted for everyone else’s belief had reared it’s head like it was second nature to the pair. 

You hadn’t said anything or brought it up so Draco definitely wasn’t going to. 

He agreed with himself it was probably best left unspoken about. It was a slip up, something which felt right to do at the time but it wouldn’t happen again.

Attempting to convince himself, he muttered about how you probably didn’t even notice. It was nothing. 

After all, whatever was happening affectionately between the two of you wasn’t real.

In short, you’d noticed. 

Draco showing you affection was nothing new, yet Draco showing it when no one else was around, okay, that was new.

The kiss he left on your temple could of course be in a friendly manner, right? The brush against your cheek? The way he looked at you?

Friends are affectionate to each other, it was probably nothing more than a friendly endearment. Like a hug.

So why did it feel like there was so much more unsaid?

With a groan of annoyance, you shut it from your mind. There was no use in overthinking something as small as a simple affection. You were smarter than that. 

The truth was, the two of you were so hellbent on making everyone around you believe you were in a relationship, you failed to noticed how neither of you denied how believable it was to each other.

Your stomach grumbled loudly, catching the attention of the witch opposite you who eyed you with annoyance.

“Are you just going to sit there, starve yourself and annoy me, or are you going to get some food and leave so I can work in peace?”

“Merlin, Hermione, it’s almost like you don’t want me around.”

“I don’t when you’re distracting me”

“Charming as ever, I see”

With a huff, the bookworm turned her attention back to her books.

Completely bored with your homework, you fidgeted with your quill between your fingers.

“Hey, Hermione? Are you going home for Christmas?”

“You couldn’t ask me this later?” she sighed as she paused in her writing and shot you an irritated look. At the shake of your head, she rolled her eyes. “Yes, My family and I are planning on going skiing again. Are you heading back?”

“Not this year, my parents are off visiting my cousins in America so I said I’d stay at Hogwarts.”

“You’re staying here for Christmas?”

A new voice entered your conversation from behind you and at the look of Hermione’s scowl, you knew immediately it was your blonde boyfriend.

Turning in your seat, you greeted him with a smile. Pecking a kiss to your lips, more for Hermione’s purpose than your own, he took the seat next to you, placing his own stack of books on the table next to you.

“Yeah, like I said, parents are going to America, it’s just easier if I stay.”

“Not many others are planning on staying though, not even the Weasleys” Draco frowned.

You shrugged at his insinuation, knowing exactly what he was getting at.

“I’ll be fine, might actually get some peace and quiet to be honest.”

He didn’t look convinced. 

“I’ll write to my parents and tell them I’m staying for Christmas”

“Draco-”

“Nope, I’m not going to let you spend Christmas alone,” he was adamant, “Can I borrow a piece of parchment, I’ll write to them now.”

“Go ahead, I’m not using it” you replied which earned you an exasperated look from the Gryffindor opposite you, which you ignored.

Hermione took the time to observe the two of you and how effortlessly you interacted around each other. It was like a cleverly choreographed piece.

You looked down at your work, Draco looked up at you. Draco looked down at the letter he was now writing, you looked up at Draco. You rested your hand on his arm when you were talking, he leans into your touch.

The Granger witch couldn’t help but almost admire the chemistry between the two of you and how easy it seemed it was to be with the other. Sure, she had doubts at the very start when you’d just begun dating, yet getting a front row seat to seeing the two of you bounce off each other, Hermione Granger believed wholeheartedly the two of you loved each other. 

Even if you didn’t know it yourselves yet.

Draco had followed through with his promise and as it seemed every other student had journeyed down to the train a couple days ago. The two of you were sat happily in the Astronomy tower, basking in the silence of the castle and embracing how relaxing it was. 

Since the first time the two of you had sat around the tower before, it seemed like this was the place you both chose to come every time when it was just the two of you. 

Neither of you had brought up the small affection from the previous time, but acting like it didn’t happen seemed like it was working for the two of you.

“What’s the best Christmas gift you’ve ever gotten?” Draco asked you after a few moments of silence.

You had to think for a moment before a grin rapidly grew across your face at the exact present you knew you loved. 

“Snitch socks,” you chuckled “I was given a pair by my grandma when I was like 10 or something and they were the fluffiest, comfiest pair of socks I ever owned where there was a little charm with made the snitches fly around the design. They must’ve cost a knut or something as they fell apart after I only wore them for a few days! Young me was so heartbroken about her socks, she cried for three days!”

“You cried over socks?!”

“The best socks! I don’t think I’ve even known real joy since”

Draco snorted out a laugh into your hair as he wrapped an arm round your shoulders.

“That’s so stupid”

“Don’t be such a jerk, I was 10” you scowled at him playfully “besides, my grandma passed away a couple years later and I have no idea where she got them, so I’ve made my peace with it.”

“Would you still wear them now if you got another pair?”

“Oh 100%, but either way, like I said, I’ve made my peace with it.” You shrugged nonchalantly before turning to the boy next to you, “go on then, what’s been your favourite Christmas present ever?!”

“A pocket watch” he grinned reaching into his pocket and pulling one out, passing it over to you to look at. “It’s a Black family heirloom - my Mother’s side of the family, and it’s suppose to keep you on time for everything. It used to belong to one of my great uncles or someone but I’ve never been late to anything when I have this on me.”

“Really?” you asked sceptically 

“Really”

“What about that time you were late to potions?!”

“Left it in my dorm accidentally. Actually that whole day was kind of a disaster. Bloody Pansy and her love potion.”

You snorted as you admired the watch and flipped it over in your palm to examine the back. Cursive words were engraved in the back in another language- probably latin, which had something to do with keeping the owner on time, all the time.  

It was silver and about the size of a large golf ball in diameter, yet surprisingly light as you played with it between your fingers. 

“It’s pretty”

Draco hummed in agreement as he watched you trace the intricate details with your fingers before smiling and handing it back to him. With a fond look at the watch, then you, he slipped it back into his pocket.

“I just pray I don’t lose it, wouldn’t hear the end of it from my Mother”

“For good reason probably” you snorted, “if it’s a family heirloom it probably means a lot to her.”

Draco hummed once again and pinned his warm gaze on you. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he rarely let the things that meant a lot to him out of his sight.

“God rest ye merry hippogriffs-”

“I’m begging you to stop”

“-ye are A BIRD OF PREY!”

“Y/N-”

“We come in all our splendour, to lead ye ast--”

A hand covered your mouth as you laughed heavily at Draco’s attempt to quieten your singing. You had purposefully tried to make it the worst edition of the Christmas carol possible to annoy the blonde that Christmas morning, yet you hadn’t planned on being tackled into the Slytherin sofa as an attempt to be shut up.

“Did you just lick my hand?!”

You shook your head innocently, not fooling Draco for a second. 

The two of you had gathered in the Slytherin common room, as most of the house had gone back for the holiday.

Only a couple of students remained, but after the wizard had glared at the couple of second years, they scattered somewhere else for the time being.

“Okay, presents!”

You almost dived under the tree as you caught sight of a carefully wrapped gift with your name on it. However, finding the label attached to a rather large bundle of Honeydukes chocolates, the smile you shot Draco was almost blinding.

“You did get me the chocolates!!”

“I promised, didn’t it?!”

Draco watched you with a fond grin as you rifled through the basket picking out a couple of chocolate frogs and chucked one to him. He caught the small packet quickly, thanking his seeker reflexes as he did, and looked at you questioningly.

“What, you didn’t think I’d be able to get through all these myself?! Plus I know chocolate frogs are your favourite.”

Draco felt his smile grow wider.

“I got something for you too” you matched his smile

“You did?”

“Of course!”

Pulling out a long rectangular box from under the tree, he kneeled down next to you as he pushed it along the floor so it wasn’t obstructed by anything.With a wary look towards you, he paused slightly.

“It’s not anything that will bite, right?”

“Oh shut up, of course not, now open it!”

With a roll of his eyes, the Malfoy ripped off the wrapping paper and pried open the cardboard box to see the broom he had been envying Harry Potter over for the last year.

“You got me a Firebolt?!”

“Couldn’t have you whining about Harry’s broom any longer, could I?!”

“Merlin, Y/N! This is fantastic, thank you!” He grinned at you before his eyes snapped to the tree and back. “There’s some other things for you still under the tree.” 

It was your turn to pin him with a questioning look, eyebrows pulled together in a frown. 

Turning back to the tree, you pulled up a few branches and spotted another large box at the back. With great effort, to which the Malfoy just found great entertainment in, you managed to retrieve the box. Pulling open the top flap, the boots and jacket he had also promised you, sat inside.

With a laugh you pulled the boots out first and then the jacket, before spotting a smaller bundle at the bottom. Reaching in, your fingers came in contact with something soft which you pulled out, only to gasp at what it was.

A pair of fluffy green socks sat in your hand as golden snitches whizzed round the design. Not being able to find your words, you looked up at Draco with the softest look you were sure you’d ever looked at him with. 

“Draco... you got me snitch socks?!”

“I may have mentioned about the socks to my Mother and she just so happened to know where they were sold. I picked the green ones because I couldn’t have you wearing red ones now, could I?”

“Merlin, they’re perfect! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Pretty much launching yourself at him, you pulled Draco into a warm hug, arms around his neck, as he instinctively wrapped his own arms around your waist in return. 

“You are the best boyfriend ever, oh Merlin!”

“If I knew it was this easy to please you, I would’ve bought you them ages ago” he snickered.

You pulled away, only to move to put the socks on as you chatted non stop about how great they were, and in turn, how great he was. Seeing your entire face light up because of a pair of socks made Draco smile even more. 

Again, he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but seeing that smile on your face, which he had 100% been responsible for, made his entire Christmas so much better.

[chudleycanonficfest]

Stars in the Night Sky

Day 3, Story #2 is by @adenei

Title: Stars in the Night Sky

Author: adenei

Pairing: Jily (James Potter x Lily Evans)

Prompt: Stargazing

Rating: PG

TW: None :)

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The castle is peaceful as it nears midnight, a calm surrender to the usual bustling halls during the day. Rounds ended over an hour ago, but the quick pair of footsteps was not rushing through a late shift, they were on their way to the Astronomy Tower to meet their partner and begin Professor Sinistra’s constellation project. 

Allocation of the work was all in the luck of the draw. Where one half of the class drew a name, and the other pulled the astronomical phenomenon they were to study. Lily Evans had pulled the piece of parchment on stars and constellations, and according to the project’s outline, she and her partner would be tracking Orion, Cassiopeia, Gemini, and Canis Major for the next two weeks.

The project left Lily questioning why she chose to pursue the subject after passing her O.W.L.s. Maybe it was because she has always been fascinated by the subject, or maybe it’s for the sole fact that Astronomy is one of the subjects she can discuss with her family since it relates closely to muggle sciences. Regardless, she’s not sure it’s worth the lack of sleep she’s about to endure over the next few weeks.

As Lily climbs the steps of the Astronomy Tower, her heart thunders in her chest with anticipation about who her partner will be. The class is small, with only ten students, but she didn’t bother to hang around and discuss ‘who had who’ at the end of class. She had a meeting with Professor McGonagall about her Head Girl duties and couldn’t be bothered to worry about who her partner was. 

But now, after finding out through Mary that she’s been paired with Remus and Sirius pulled Benjy Fenwick’s name, Lily is nervous. Rumblings at dinner also confirmed that Calliope Forsythe of Hufflepuff was disappointed that she chose Bridgette Marls’s name instead of James’s, leaving Lily sweating the remaining possible outcomes. She doesn’t want to jinx it by getting her hopes up that James may have pulled her name out of the cauldron, and she’s mad at herself for wanting it so desperately.

We already spend enough time together with our Head duties. Plus, we’re friends now, so we can hang out whenever we like...just not alone.

Her last thought is only a partial lie, considering they’re ‘alone’ when creating schedules for rounds, but it never fails that some fifth or sixth-year students are always barging in to use the Prefect’s lounge to study, ruining any potential chance for either to make a move. Even when they’re on rounds, their conversation is constantly interrupted by catching a couple in a broom closet or empty classroom. 

Lily lets out a huff of frustration as she recalls the last time, when she was sure he was about to ask her to Hogsmeade, but then there was a loud clatter from a room up ahead, breaking the moment. So really, it’d be ideal if James were her partner for this project. She’s sick of the song and dance they’ve been playing since the start of term and wants nothing more than to find out whether he still fancies her or not. After all, it’s only a matter of time that some other girl will swoop in, causing his devilishly handsome smile to be trained on them instead.

As Lily approaches the foot of the stairs leading up to the observation room, she checks her watch. 11:59. Right on time. She holds her breath during the entire stair climb, and only when she rounds the corner to the dimly lit area with one singular candle on the table to take notes, does she see him. He’s leaning over the table, the light illuminating his messy black hair as his glasses slip down his nose. The sleeves on the white shirt of his uniform are rolled up to his elbows, exposing the sinewy muscles of his forearm as Lily stands there, getting lost in a daydream that finds those arms wrapped around her body.

The hoot of an owl in the distance snaps her out of her thoughts as she takes a few steps closer.

“I hope you haven’t started without me.” 

Lily’s light chiding gets James’s attention as a wide smirk dons his face. Her insides tremble as her heart pounds faster in her chest.

“How can I get started if I don’t know what we’re supposed to be looking at,” he remarks, eliciting a nervous laugh from her chest.

“Yeah, sorry for not sticking around after class. I had another appointment.”

“Well, I hope my reveal isn’t too much of a shock.”

“Better you than Mulciber or Avery,” she teases. “Why didn’t you ask Professor Sinistra what topic I pulled after you gave your information and got our timetable?”

James walks around the table to join her as she pulls out the project guidelines. She assumes he would have known what they were studying, considering everyone had to check-in and get their schedules from Professor Sinistra. Depending on what the group has chosen, their research times varied.

“Because I thought we were going for the surprise factor,” his cheeky grin matches the lightness in his voice. “Besides, I figured it’d be another excuse to pore over the parchment in close proximity.”

Lily searches the space next to her to see just how close James is before meeting his gaze. She becomes dizzy from the scent of his cologne, with hints of cinnamon and sandalwood invading her sense of smell. If she gives in to temptation now, they won’t accomplish anything on their first night.

Work first, play later.

Strengthening her resolve, Lily makes a swift turn and heads for the telescope. “We’re responsible for tracking the four constellations that are listed on the first page. I’ll see which one I can find first and we’ll go from there. We can take turns tracing, and observing if that’s alright with you.”

“Sure, I’ll get the parchment set up,” James agrees.

Lily’s not sure, but she thinks she may have heard a hint of disappointment in his tone. She pushes the thoughts aside and peers into the massive telescope that’s bolted down in the center of the room. It doesn’t take long to find Jupiter, and from there, she’s able to see a handful of the stars that make up Orion. The belt is the most prevalent as she takes mental notes to transfer on the paper.

Settling into a steady hum of working together, the pair take turns between the telescope and table, making light work of the night’s observations. When Lily checks her watch again, she realizes they’ve finished with time to spare. She wanders over to the railing, and even though she’s spent the better part of the last ninety minutes studying the stars, she finds herself looking up to the sky once more. Only this time, she’s stargazing with only the naked eye. 

She feels James approaching before he arrives at her side, gazing up at the twinkling stars among the backdrop of black and midnight blue.

“We make a pretty good team.” Her voice is soft as it carries through the air between them.

Lily’s exhaustion is prevalent as her eyelids become heavier, but she can’t be bothered to move away from James’s side. Not yet, anyways.

“You haven’t gathered that from our flawless round schedules and seamless Prefect meetings we’ve run so far as Heads?”

Lily can’t help the smile that creeps across her lips. He’s playing into her words in the exact way she was hoping for. “Of course, I’ve noticed. I was just thinking out loud…” she trails off, hoping she’s got him hooked and wanting to know what else she’s about to say.

“About what?” Barely a second passes before the question leaves his mouth.

She drags her teeth over her bottom lip as she looks up at him. Here goes nothing.

“Just about how our teamwork might work in other respects, too.”

His lips part as she hears a sharp intake of breath. “Evans,” he warns as he inches ever closer to her face.

“Potter,” she challenges right back.

They are mere centimeters away from each other now, and it’d be so easy to close the gap between them. James seems to have frozen in front of her as she finds herself leaning up on her tiptoes to press a feather-light kiss to his lips. She pulls away, not wanting to push her luck.

When he doesn’t move after she pulls away, her heart sinks. Lily grabs her bag and turns to head back to the common room. Clearly, I was mistaken.

“Sorry, I just thought—” but she never finished her apology.

Her foot grazes the top step of the staircase before a warm, strong hand wraps around her wrist and pulls her back, where she hits a wall of muscle. Her lips are on his again, and this time he’s kissing her back as her arms snake around his shoulders and her foot lifts off the ground of its own accord. 

James Potter is kissing me!

The moment only lasts a few moments before they pull apart, their breathing heavy under the starry night.

James breaks the silence after a minute. “So, er, Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Lily grins as she backs away slightly, leaving him standing there as she heads toward the stairs for the second time. She flashes a ‘come and get me’ look. 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[blessednereid]

First Line Tryouts

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Mentions/Warnings: Implied Smut, making out, cursing, eating/food mentions, mentions dead bodies, slasher film mention, dementia mention, slight domesticality(?)

Word Count: <4,200

A/N: This took so long im so sorry, tried to sum up the events of ep 1, while adding some isaac moments! Enjoy! LMK If I need to add anymore tw’s or cw’s.

Taglist: @rogershoe Dm me to be added to the taglist. 

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There was a week left until your second semester began. Isaac was determined to thank you for everything you had done for him since he told you about his dad. 

He enlisted Stiles and a reluctant Lydia to help him with the planning. Isaac was going to make a picnic basket with your favorite foods. After that, Stiles would drive him to Lookout Point, and Lydia would take you there right after he gave her the go-ahead to let her know it was ok to leave. 

Lydia would take you to the mall so that Isaac could prepare the picnic basket. He had bought assorted fruits, a platter of ham and cheese pinwheels, passion-fruit fruit champagne, your favorite desserts, and your favorite chips. He packed a picnic blanket as well as two smaller ones so that you both could lay under the stars and watch them dance. 

After everything was packed, Stiles drove him to the point in the woods, and two miles away from his destination, he called Lydia and gave her the signal. 

When he reached the peak, before he could do anything, Stiles scolded him.

"Hey scarf," he barked. Isaac turned his head.

"Don't try anything with my sister tonight, alright? You may not be in the house, but I will still be watching everything?"

Isaac paused. "Aren't you going back to Scott's house?" 

"I have eyes everywhere, Lahey," he stated simply before waltzing away.

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When you arrived, Isaac had everything set up, the picnic cloth was laid down on a flat chunk, the colorful plastic champagne glasses he had bought were carefully placed down on top of the plates, 

When you arrived, Isaac had already laid everything out. The picnic blanket was spread out on a flat chunk of land, and the ceramic plates sat on top of it. There was a bundle of spoons and forks, knives, and colorful plastic champagne glasses for the both of you. 

"I-saac, haha," you chuckled.

He bowed. "Good evening, madame. How can I serve you today?" He walked over to you and led you to the setting. 

"Isaac, you didn't have to do all this, you know?" 

"I know, but you've done so much for me recently, and I wanted to thank you."

You looked at him fondly, and he stared back at you before breaking away to grab the fruit. He fed you a strawberry, and after that, you both took turns tossing berries into the air and trying to catch them. 

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After you both were done eating, Isaac packed all the remaining food (which was a lot) into the basket and tossed you a cover. He pulled you closer to him once you were wrapped in the blanket and laid down to watch the stars with his favorite person in the world. 

"That's Orion's belt, right there," you thought out loud. 

"That's the big dipper then," 

"How do you know so many constellations?" Isaac questioned, and you frowned. 

"I- uh…" 

"What's wrong?" He looked at you with worry.

"It was something me and my mom did before she died. She would go out to the woods with me—" you paused."—and she would show me where all the stars were. Stiles was never interested. My obsession with finding the stars became so big she decided to get me a telescope and a big book of all the constellations." 

"Oh, so I'm guessing it's a touchy subject?" 

You laughed. "It's a subject that brings up memories. To be honest, I haven't tried stargazing since my mom's death. This was nice." 

"You never told me much about your mom…" 

"And you never told me about yours," you hit back. 

"Touché." 

You went first. "Before everything, my mom was…in all aspects… perfect. Every day when we came home from school, she would have lunch ready, even if we already ate, just some chips and cookies on the table for Stiles and me." 

You smiled. "Mom would take us outside to the backyard and play soccer with us, us two against her. I think she would go easy on us." 

"When she got diagnosed, she started becoming less… tolerant of us. She would yell for the tiniest things,  and they didn't hurt me as much because Dad would always remind us that she didn't mean it, but I guess it always hurt Stiles more—"

"How do you mean?" Isaac asked.

"He was always a mommy's boy. One night we went to visit her at the hospital, I went to the vending machine to get snacks for Stiles and me, and he was gone. When he came back, he was crying nonstop. I kept trying to get him to tell me what was wrong, but he wouldn't tell me.  The next day it was like he just forgot about it." 

You both sat there in silence for a while longer. 

"My mom…. My mom was always working. She had her own business making soaps and perfumes and stuff like that." 

"She would always ask—" he gulped. "—she would ask my brother and me to help her with her orders. We would always make a mess, so after we were done, she made bubble baths for us." He giggled at the memory. "When she died, I guess we all changed a bit." 

"I got a little shier, Camden got more impulsive, Dad just lost his filter. He put more effort into making sure we were disciplined." He saw your eyes squint. "He didn't hit us back then. He just had stricter rules." 

You pulled him closer to your chest, and you guys just stayed there, looking at the stars, and feeling, even more, closer to each other than before.

You broke the silence.

"Isaac…" 

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I love you…" 

He leaned down to your face and pecked your lips.

"I love you too," he smiled.

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"Y/n!" Isaac was trying to wake you up. You had fallen asleep watching Nightmare on Elm Street. You had been desensitized to all the blood and gore because you and stiles would always stay up late and watch slasher films. This was when your dad worked extra shifts at the Sheriff's station, and your mom was at the hospital.

"N/n, Wake up!" 

He grabbed your ringing phone and pulled it up to your ear, despite knowing he would face your wrath for doing that later on. Stiles had just called you for the 4th time that night, and you weren't waking up.

When you still wouldn't wake up, he did the only thing he could think of, as illogical as it was. He laid down flat on his back and rolled over, pushing you off the bed. You woke with a start. 

"ISAAC, WHAT THE HELL!!"

"Stiles has called you 4 times in 5 minutes, and you told me to wake you up whenever someone calls you…" He fake-pouted. 

Your expression softened because you couldn't resist his cobalt eyes, but you were still angry. You answered the phone and shouted at Stiles to release your frustration. 

"Stiles, what the hell, you're across the hall. Did you really have to call?"

"Hurry up and get ready, Dad just went out, and we need to go get Scott."

"Why do we have to follow dad? It's his job."

"Someone found a dead body, but half of it is missing,"

"Ok, I'm coming," You said while putting on your jeans. 

"Oh, and leave the golden retriever."

"His name is Isaac, not 'golden retriever,' Stiles!" you scolded. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, hurry up!"

You finished putting on Isaac's hoodie and turned to face him. 

"I gotta go, love."

He pouted. "Why can't I go with you?"

You went to give him a hug. "We should go with the least amount of people possible., so we don't get caught…" you lied. 

"Is Scott going?" He was always able to tell when you were lying. He knew all your tells and your poker face before you were even dating. 

"Fine, It's Stiles."

"So, I realized. Do I really look like a golden retriever?"

You shrugged and said in a pitchy voice, "An adorable golden retriever?" 

He sighed. 

"Be safe, and come back before midnight, please? I don't wanna go to sleep without you…"

"Nervous for tomorrow?"

"It's the start of first-line tryouts. I really wanna make it this year,"

"I'm sure that you'll make it Isaac, you are one of the most hand-eye coordinated people I know, and at every game, I will be there to cheer you guys on!"

 He smiled at your statement and kissed you. 

"Be sa—"

"Y/N, Hurry up!" Stiles shouted from downstairs. 

~---~---~---~---~

You stayed in the car while Stiles was getting Scott, silently cursing him for not allowing Isaac to come but going to get Scott. 

Scott and Stiles got out of the house and piled into the car. 

"Next time you wanna leave the 'golden retriever,' Stiles, we're also leaving the poodle," you angrily intoned.

Scott took up an offended expression. "Poodle?"

"Would you rather chihuahua?"

"Nevermind..."

"No, we're not leaving Scott. He's my best friend," Stiles said defensively.

"Oh yeah? Isaac is my boyfriend, yet he couldn't come!" 

"My car, my choice of guests."

"Fuck off, Miechyvslaw!"

~---~---~---~---~

"We're seriously doing this?"

"Obviously," you stated simply.

He started driving the car, and they headed to the woods where the search party for the body and the other half of it would be located. 

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles said.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow."

"Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort," Stiles sassed.

"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making the first line."

"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

You interrupted their bickering. "Just out of curiosity, do either of you know what half of the body we're even looking for?"

"Uhhh-" Stiles stuttered.

"And uh- what if whoever killed the body is still out there," Scott questioned.

"Also, something I did not think about."

"It's comforting to know that you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail," Scott stated. 

Stiles and Scott continued bickering, but soon, you saw a flashlight.

"Shit! Hide!" you warned, but Stiles kept going. You leaped forward, trying to grab his shirt and pull him back, but your dad caught you.

"Hang on. Hang on. These two delinquents belong to me."

Stiles sighed. 

"I told you to hide, you brat!" you whispered to him.

"Daaaaad!" He enunciated. "How are you doing?"

"So, do you, uh, listen into all my phone calls?"

"Not the boring ones," Stiles said. 

"So, where's your usual partner in crime?"

"Wh-who Scott? Scott's home, he said before continuing to ramble.

Your dad had called out for Scott, and when he didn't respond, dragged you and Stiles back to the Jeep. 

~---~---~---~---~

You went back to your room once you got to the house and found Isaac asleep on the bed.

"Izzie!" You grabbed a plush pillow from beside him and whacked him softly with it. 

You went home that night, not knowing where Scott was or what had happened to him while worrying about what Melissa would do to you if Scott got bitten by a coyote and she found out you lured him out there.

He stirred but didn't wake. You groaned and moved beside him.

"Isaac?" you shrilled. "Isaac, you were supposed to wait for me to come back!!"

You shook his body left and right until he woke up groggily.

"N/n?"

He fully opened his eyes and groaned at the comfort that it was you.

"You scared me!" he complained.

You began shuffling towards him and running your hands down his covered pectorals. "Aww… what can I do to make you feel better?"

"Anything?" he said before sucking in a breath.

"Anything, baby," You nodded. 

He pulled you onto his lap and started kissing you passionately, your lips meshing together. He trailed his lips from yours to your cheekbones, then to your jawline, nibbling slightly. You moved your hips forcefully against his, and he brought one hand down to your waist.

"Hey, is this ok?"

You nodded vehemently. 

He pushed your hips back and forth along his while leaving dark red marks towards the base of your neck and your collarbone. He sucked a hickey onto a pulse point, making you let out a moan, which you tried muffling by pressing your lips together. 

He brought his hands to the hem of your shirt and tugged slightly before looking up at you. You replaced his hands and pulled your shirt off of your torso. 

He placed open-mouthed kisses onto the tops of your breasts, causing you to throw your head back in delight. He brought his hand back to the small of your back and shuffled you forwards on his lap. 

He turned you over onto your back and continued to kiss from your chest up. He stood on his knees in front of you and pulled his shirt off of his body. He placed one more brief kiss on your lips before gripping your thighs and lowering down your body.

~---~---~---~---~

Stiles drove you, Isaac, and Scott to school the next day. When you got out of the car, Scott and Stiles were talking about a bite that Scott had gotten when he went to the woods, but he assured you that you wouldn't face Melissa's wrath. 

When you saw Lydia amongst the crowd, you dragged Isaac all the way to her. Lydia had never liked Isaac, feeling like her best friend could do much better than someone who wouldn't even talk to her(you) for extensive periods of time. 

"Hey Lyds!" you said with Isaac's face buried in your neck. He was not fond of Lydia either, not that she had done anything, but he had picked up on her apathy towards him and just decided he would do the same. 

"Hey Y/N! Isaac." You all walked into the building and headed for your respective classes. 

~---~---~---~---~

You had English first, and the teacher was rambling about the dead body found in the woods. 

A familiar faced walked into the room, and you almost squealed. It was your godsister, Allison Argent. You knew that her family was moving to  Beacon Hills, but you hadn't known when they would be arriving. 

Chris Argent, Allison's dad, was your mother's best friend in high school. When she gave birth to you and Stiles, she made Chris your godfather.

You quietly clapped your hands at her appearance. She smiled at you before taking the seat diagonally across from you and right behind Scott. You noticed how when he turned around to give her a pencil, he looked highly flustered. 

Before you could point this out and tease him about it, your teacher began to talk about the novel you were reading as a class.

~---~---~---~---~

When you got out of class, you decided to introduce Lydia to Allison. 

When you both approached Allison, she squealed and ran to give you a hug, almost causing you to stumble. You hugged her back for a good five seconds before letting her go. 

"That jacket is absolutely killer! Where'd you get it?" Lydia asked the brunette.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."

"And, you are my new best friend!" Lydia said before greeting her boyfriend, Jackson, who had come up behind her. 

"Hey? What about me? Already replacing me with my godsister?" you asked before you felt two slender arms wrap around your waist.

"Never!" Lydia smiled. "We can all be friends." 

You could hear a girl talking about Lydia or Allison or both, and you decided you would defend your friends. 

You walked over to where she was talking to Stiles and Scott.

"Hey, what's going on over here?"

"Oh, Audrey here was asking what Allison did to already be hanging out with your exclusive clique."

"Uh, nothing? She's just Allison." You said, looking at Scott and Stiles but directing it towards Aubrey. You then turned on your heels and walked away.

You had found that your friends had told Allison about the upcoming party and were just about to head to the lacrosse practice for the day.

~---~---~---~---~

You gave Isaac a good luck kiss before he went out to the field, and Lydia looked at you weirdly.

"What is it?" you asked, rolling your eyes.

"Nothing, Nothing."

"Why do you have such a problem with my boyfriend?"

She turned to look at you. "I don't know, maybe it's because you caught feelings when he hadn't said a single word to you for a week and didn't for another week after you first kissed him"

"It could be that when you asked him out and actually confessed your feelings, he waited a week to give you a response and made you think that he was rejecting you, which made you cry?"  

You rubbed your temples. "Lydia, I explained all this to you. He's a shy guy. He just doesn't talk much to people, and he thought I was playing a joke on him."

She shook her head. "Mark my words, Y/N, he's going to end up breaking your heart, and when he does, I'll be left to pick up the pieces."

You groaned. "Allison, does Isaac look like someone who would hurt me?"

"No? He looks like… He looks like a golden retriever!"

The three of you burst out laughing, and Lydia promised to try and be tolerant of Isaac.

Suddenly, it was Scott's turn to try guarding the goal. He allowed the first shot through before finding his footing and blocking the rest of the throws. 

"Who is that?" Your godsister asked. 

"Hmm… I'm not sure who he is," Lydia said questioningly.

You scoffed. "That is Scott McCall. Stiles' best friend. Why?"

"He's in our English class. He seems like he's pretty good," she said sagely.

She changed the subject. "Speaking of Stiles, how is he? I haven't talked to him since I got back."

"He's-" you tried answering but stopped short. "Wooh! Go, Isaac!"

He smiled at you before going to shoot lacrosse balls at the goalie.

On the final day of tryouts, you and Isaac had done stretches, though he didn't know why, and they had run laps around the field before practice had started.

The coach started talking to the players, and you, Lydia, and Allison sat in the stands. By the time practice was over, Scott had made the first line, but Stiles and Isaac didn't. To cheer them up, you had taken them to their favorite to-go restaurant and bought dessert for them.

~---~---~---~---~

It was a Friday night. You were particularly sad, not only because Isaac couldn't go with you, but because Isaac had his weekly dinner with his dad today. So, he wouldn't even be there when you fell asleep. 

Scott and Stiles had gotten into a fight earlier, so he wasn't going to the party. This left Jackson to drive you, who was taking Lydia to the party. This didn't make you too happy, seeing as how Jackson was a self-entitled bastard who got his status from his family and isn't grateful for any of it. 

You didn't understand how Lydia had decided it would be a good idea to date him. But, you knew that the same way she couldn't change your mind about Isaac, she wouldn't change your mind about Jackson. 

You wore a pink satin body-con dress that reached your mid-thigh. Isaac had picked it out for you when he realized he wouldn't have been able to attend the party. He was ok with it being as short because he knew all the guys there would remember what happened to Garrett Ferrero after he started hitting on you at a party. He had to get nose surgery because Isaac had broken it, and his nose swelled up so large, he didn't come to school until it shrunk.

You paired it with opaque tights with fishnets on top and a pair of red, 3-inch, cut-out heels. As for makeup, you had outlined your lips with a black lip liner and smeared a cherry red lipstick over it. You applied minimal foundation and went for a nude eyeshadow look. 

When you stepped out of the bathroom in your outfit, Isaac nearly went feral. He lightly kissed the expanse of your neck, knowing you would kill him if he messed up your makeup, and he ended up backing you both into a wall. 

You had to swat him away after a few seconds of this affair because you had to leave soon, and so did he, albeit reluctantly. You put a black jean jacket on top of your outfit before heading downstairs. 

He left your house a few minutes before you did, but just before you left, Stiles pulled you aside.

"Hey, Y/N, just watch out for Scott today, and especially Allison." Stiles was overprotective of both of you. Before Allison and her family began moving around, she was like a sister to both of you. You three did almost everything together. 

"Stiles, what's going on?"

He sighed. "Ok, this is going to be hard to explain, but you have to go. So I'm going to give you the brief version right now and explain later."

You nodded, beckoning him to continue. 

"The night Scott got bit by that 'coyote'... it wasn't a coyote. It was a wolf, and wolf hairs were reported on the autopsy of the dead body. Scott has been experiencing heightened senses, and he's been stronger. Y/N, he hasn't needed his inhaler all week."

Your eyes widened. You didn't know what to say.

"So… you think he's a werewolf."

"Better to be safe and absurd than sorry and sad. Tonight's a full moon, and he just wouldn't cancel that date. Just look out for them, you know?"

You bobbed your head up and down vigorously. 

You left the house, and outside were Jackson and Lydia, in the front seat of his Porsche. It was a nice ride but a bit overly embellished for someone who only just got his license.

 ~---~---~---~---~

Later at the party, you had last seen Allison and Scott as they were dancing. You were dancing with your friend, Marya Cullen. She was a freshman, so she didn't really know most of your other friends. You had met her through your job at Forever 21, and you instantly clicked. 

She was really drunk, so you called another one of her friends and asked them to take her home. Marya had given her friends a list of the people allowed to drive her home if this happened. 

It was just as you were putting Marya in the backseat, you saw Scott walking away from her, dazed. While that happened, a mysterious guy who looked much older than you were approaching Allison. 

"Hey, I'm her friend. I got it, thanks!" 

You walked with Allison back to her house after grabbing all your belongings and immersed in conversation, mostly about how weird Stiles was being. Stiles was driving in his Jeep when he saw you coming from Allison's house. You got into the Jeep, and you both went home. 

When you got there, you changed into your pajamas and laid down onto the surface of a cold bed. You grabbed your thickest pillow and pulled it into your arms, trying to create some semblance of a feeling of Isaac laying down with you.

~---~---~---~---~

You awoke to bright sunlight and a buzzing phone by your head. Isaac had been calling you to ask you to let him in the house. You realized it was high time that he gets a key to the front door. 

You went downstairs to greet your boyfriend, and you noticed that he had brought Starbucks. You almost caused him to fall to the floor had he not caught you in time. He set you on the floor and kissed your lips before heading to the kitchen.

He had gotten your regular order, as well as your favorite drink, and he had gotten his order as well. 

You guys say down to just eat and relax.

He took a sip of his iced coffee before saying anything.

"My dad wants me to work at the graveyard," he said, pensive.

You choked on your food. "What?" 

"Well, he said he's cutting off my allowance." 

"So he said I can either earn it by working at the graveyard or stay broke." 

"That's fine, darling?" 

"I know, but I still want to get a job to save so once I turn 18, I can move out. And, he is willing to let me choose my own hours, or really just give me hours that don't interfere with lacrosse practice."

You gave him a solemn look and whined. "But that means we won't have as much cuddle time?" 

"He shouldn't even be in your room," your dad said, approaching you from behind.

"Hi, dad."

"Good morning, Mr. Stilinsk—"

"Isaac," your dad interjected. "It's fine. You can call me Noah." 

Isaac smiled. 

-------fin--------