#xfem!oc

[justiceiswater]

the intimacy! the awkward innocence of it all! his intense love and respect for her and complete commitment to protecting her for further sexual trauma just rings around in my head and fills me up with appreciation!!

Nightingale - 37

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: Time lapse, fluff, angst, sweetness, smuttiness/smut, feels, awkward situation. It’s a bit random this time. A/N: As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3

Ch. 37

A few weeks have passed, and Uguïsu’s bandages have come off – at first leaving the hands raw and red but soon improving and keen to pull Kakashi close whenever there is a chance. It isn’t as often as he would like because the snow doesn’t put a stop to the missions, it merely changes the theme of them a bit as now roads have to be cleared for officials or merchants to get from one place to another. And of course the genin teams available double as guards – even highwaymen are forced to take what they can get as traffic has slowed to a near stop.

A new trend is rising this winter: randomly, spread throughout Konoha, lanterns made of perfectly shaped snowballs appear during wind-still nights, the light from the tea candles shining out between the gaps onto the crisp snow wherever they are placed. Toddlers are quick to pick up on the idea, the lumpy creations less stable than those made by the girls a few years older who carefully insert little sprigs of fir for decoration, making their creations stand out from the original maker’s.

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[warmaidensrevenge]

It's not a never

Pairing: Eddie x friend!fem plus size reader

A/N: Hi! So I lied. This is gonna be a three part series. I was getting a little carried away with everything I wanted to put in this fic. So that pushed it out to one more part. Tonight's part is basically filler. Just a heads up this is a slow burn. So if you don't like that kind of fic, this one is not for you. Anyways, thanks for reading. As always love ya. Byyyyeeeee

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A credit to original posters and artists. Thank you for your work.

Word count: 3,230

Warnings: 18+ no minors please. Language, angst, pinning, slow burn, slight fluff and not proof read.

Summary: A trip to be remembered and a confession that leaves Eddie puzzled.

Part 2

Bags were packed and loaded. Snacks and drinks were bought. A Ziploc bag full with coins for tolls and a map were in Eddie's glove box. And hours of music were picked. All that was left was to wake up at the ass crack of dawn. 

This senior ditch day was going to be epic. Months and months of saving and scrimping was all going to be worth it. 3 days of total and complete freedom. The road trip of a lifetime. One last hurrah. Together. 

Only this was gonna be tough. Being in close quarters with you for 3 whole days. How was he gonna deal?

Lately he was doing pretty good at keeping his feelings at bay… well that wasn't true. You had left for a week after the senior outing to visit the college you got into.

He missed you more than ever. But over those few days, he reflected back on everything. Sure how he now felt about you came unexpectedly. Still, he never wanted to be with anyone more. Especially since he realized you were perfect for each other.

However if he decided to make a move, there was no certainty that you would be up for it. Also, what would it do to the friendship? You guys had been friends way too long. It would be awkward. 

So he chose to push all that he felt away and enjoy this last trip with his friends.

… 

It was 4 am on Friday and everyone was ready to hit the road. You had just hopped in the passenger seat with a huge thermos of coffee. 

“ Sorry. Thy birth giver wanted to pray for safe travels and a safe return.”

Eddie smiled. “ Welp, hopefully one of the pagan gods heard her.”

You turned around and offered up some coffee and donuts to everyone. When you turned back, you pulled out the map.

“ Okay Eddie. Please for the love of all that is holy. Please don't kill us.”

He chuckled. “ Ye have little faith kid.”

You rolled your eyes and took a bite of a donut and pointed forward. “ Let's do this.”

Everyone whooped and hollard. “New York! Here we come!”

-

3 hours later

“Oh crap! Munson please!” Jeff whimpered.

Gareth backed away a little. “ Man oh man. I told you not to have that second cup of coffee.” 

Eddie shook his head while you were laughing your butt off.

“ Calm down.” He said. “ The next gas station in 3 miles out.”

“ I-I don't think I- I can hold it!” Jeff stammered.

“ YOU BETTER!” Grant yelled.

You turned around. “ Guy, guys guys!” It's gonna be fine. Jeffrey. 2 ½ minutes. You can do this. Just squeeze.” 

You looked back at Eddie and just grinned away. All he could think about was how nice your eyes looked. 

As soon as he pulled into the parking lot, Jeff kicked open the back door and ran into the store.

Once Eddie turned off the engine everyone sat there quietly for a few seconds before laughing like crazy.

When it died down you guys got off to move your legs around.

Eddie went to fill up while the other guys went to see about some real breakfast. 

He had just put in the gas nozzle and turned to find you doing toe touches.

He shouldn't have done it, but he did. He checked you out. Loving how your leggings hugged your round bottom. How beautifully wide your hips were.

When you stood back up you walked towards him.

“ Eddie? Can you pop my back?”

He nodded and took a step closer to you. “ Turn around and cross your arms around your chest.”

Once you did as you were instructed, he stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around you. He then took a deep inhale in and caught a whiff of your shampoo. He instantly got goose flesh. 

Stop it! He told himself.

After lifting you up for a second, he quickly put you back down. Your bottom brushed his lower half in the process. 

Fuck!

His hands fell down to your hips. He mentally had to tell himself to not pull you to him.

“ W-was that okay?” He nervously asked.

You turned around and nodded. Bodies only inches apart.

“ So much better. Thank you.”

He stared at your lips as you spoke. Were they always so full? They definitely looked incredibly soft.

“ G-good.” He stuttered as he kept looking at your mouth and thinking.

“Eddie? You okay? Do I have something in my teeth?”

“ Hmm?” He met your gaze. “ Yeah. No. Yeah. You're good. I just ummm…sorry I was just trying to decide if I should take a leak.” 

“ Alright dude." You held up your hand. " Too much info. Go, I'll finish pumping.” 

With that said he practically ran away. Rushing into the first stall that was empty. While sighing deeply he cursed himself. He really wanted to kiss you.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a god awful stench.

“ UGH! Jeff what the hell man?! Ever heard of a courtesy flush?”

“ S-sorry man.”

…

Eddie smiled when he saw the buildings in the distance. He looked at you and your eyes were so big. 

“ Guys look! We're almost there.” You said excitedly. 

Gareth moved between you and him. “ Awwwww yeah baby. Just think, in a couple of weeks we're moving here.”

Eddie caught a sad look on your face. He knew how bad you wanted to go to Columbia. To be close to them while they followed their dreams to be rockstars. But things didn't work out. Instead, you were going to a college on the west coast. 

It was a good school. Everyone knew that. It had a great biology and geology department. Something you were excited about. Still, you were scared because you didn't know anyone there. Everyone you knew and loved would be on the other side of the country.

That's why Eddie understood the sad face. He remembered conversations he had with you about it. He remembered wiping away your tears as you told him about your rejection from Columbia. And though he was the one to talk you into getting some California sun, he now realized he didn't want you to go either.

He tapped your knee and started writing.

‘ okay?’

You peered out the front windshield and slightly shook your head. Then you put your hand on his and squeezed it gently. Letting him know you would be fine. 

He knew you would be. You were awesome and you would make friends easily. It's just now he didn't know if he would be okay without you.

…

You put your finger against your lips.“ Shhhh! Guys I know you're freaking out, but I need you to trust me.”

Everyone was following you down these concrete hallways for a good 5 minutes now. After checking into the hotel and getting food, they had all found themselves sneaking into a building.

Jeff was the first to doubt you. But as soon as a security officer came close to catching you guys, everyone tried to convince you to turn back.

Eddie looked into your eyes and nodded. “ Okay.” He whispered. “ If we go to jail, it better be worth it.”

You held out your hand for him. “ It will be. I promise.”

Your hand was everything he thought it would be. Soft, warm and fit perfectly in his. He swore he would follow you anywhere if it meant that he could hold your hand. 

Once you guys were finally in the spot, you told them to stay put. When you let go of his hand, he now felt like a part of him was missing. 

You were only gone for a second. But in those few moments they had all realized where they snuck into.

Eddie was speechless. There were absolutely no words that could describe how he felt. 

A few spot lights turned on. Pointing directly in the middle of a huge stage.

You returned on top of it. “ So?”

“ Shit!” They all said in unison.

You gave them a huge smile. “ I know right? Obviously you guys can't perform or anything like that. But I wanted the first time you step foot in here, that it's with your biggest support. Cuz I know one day I'm going to be standing right there… screaming my head off.”

They looked at the spot where you pointed. It was right in front of the platform.

You locked eyes with him.“ So get up here and take it in.”

The guys looked at each other then ran to get up too. Once up there you asked for help getting down. You then watched them laugh and wrestle playfully.

“ Alright freaks!” You announced. “ Imagine this.  Every seat is full. And the floor is packed with bodies. All waiting for you.” 

They all stared at you after moving to their respective place. As if they're standing by their instruments.

“ The crowd is chanting. Corroded Coffin. Corroded Coffin….Then the lights go out. The ones that are sitting jump up and everyone screams in anticipation. But then... it goes silent…”

Eddie pictured everything. It was all him and the guys ever wanted.

“ Then they hear you.” You point at Gareth. “ Then you.” You looked at Jeff. “ Then of course you bud.” You nodded towards Grant. “ And finally the strum of a guitar along with oooooohhhhs and awwwws from you.”

Eddie finally had your eyes on him. And he knew right then and there that he was in love with you. It wasn't just a silly crush anymore. It was the real thing. The can't eat, can't sleep, the winning touchdown, the home run, the one in a lifetime love.

He loved you because you loved them. You believed in them. And the way you laid out the scene with so much conviction, it had him convinced that they were gonna make it too.

You smiled at him and continued. “ And while you blow off the roof of this place, the crowd sings and sways with you."

-

Later that night everyone settled into the shared room. Gareth and Jeff in one bed, Eddie and Grant on the sofa bed. And of course being the only female of the group they gave you your own bed.

Eddie has just come out of the shower to find everyone asleep. Except you. You weren't even in the room.

He looked at Grant who took up the whole bed and he sighed. Looked like he was gonna sleep on the floor. 

He waited a minute to see if you would come back but after about 5 minutes, he went to look for you.

You weren't far though. He found you sitting on the steps reading something.

“ Hey kid. Whatcha doin?”

You gave him a quick little smile before looking back at your book. “ Uhhhh nothing really. Just checking out courses.” 

He sat next to you and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Before he could light one you plucked it from his mouth.

“ No you promised. No smoking on this trip.”

He gave you a thin lip before taking back the smoke and returning it to the carton.

“ You really should quit. I don't want to see you end up with an oxygen tank.”

He put the pack back in his pocket. “ One day. I promise.”

You flipped a page. “ I'll keep you to that.”

You guys sat quiet. Listen to the bustle of the city. Eddie was trying to gather the courage to tell you how he felt. But he was scared. What if he took a leap of faith and it turned ugly? What if you did like him the way he liked you and things didn't work out? Or what if his confession lead to you guys not being friends anymore?

Doubt filled his thoughts. But then a bit of hope shined on him. What if it did work out? What if you guys made it past the long distance thing and were truly happy together? What if this love was meant to be?

“ Eddie?”

His inner rambling came to a halt. “ Y-yeah?”

You closed your book and started fidgeting with the corners. “ You know you're my best friend right?”

He softly cleared his throat. “ Yeah.”

“ And we always tell each other everything.”

He nodded. “ Yeah.”

You sighed a little. “ So you know that I have family out here….well my uncle actually works as a security guard at the garden. He worked tonight…he knew we were coming and he did me a solid…we wouldn't have gotten in trouble if we got caught.”

For a second there his heart sank. He thought you were gonna say that you liked him too. But then he smiled and wrapped his arms around you. 

“ I'm really gonna miss you.” He said softly.

You hug his waist. “ I think I'll miss you more.”

The hug lasted a minute or so, but it was the best damn hug he had ever had. And when you tried pulled away he hugged you tighter. Making you giggle. 

When he finally loosen his grip, you stared deeply into his eyes. The way you sat there, it was like your eyes were trying to tell him something your mouth couldn't. It was almost as if you were asking him to kiss you.

He was gonna go for it. He was gonna take that leap. However the second he leaned in you yawned. Pulling completely away from him so you wouldn't do it in his face.

“ Wow I'm beat. We should get some sleep. Big day in Time's Square tomorrow."

He frowned at the fleeding moment that seemed to be fate. 

“ Yeah you're probably right.” He conceded to it. “ You think you could lend me a pillow and that blanket you brought?”

You looked at him and raised a brow. Silently asking why?

“ Gonna crash on the floor. Grant's a bed hog.”

You laughed lightly and yawned again. “ No. You can sleep with me.”

His breath hitched in his throat while asking a shaky. “ W-what?”

You grinned and stood up, holding out your hand. “ Like when we were kids. If you're worried that I'll get handsy then we can make a pillow barrier.”

He chuckled. “ Maybe I like handsy.”

He regretted it as soon as it came out.

The silence that followed his comment nearly made him shit a brick. You stood there with an almost visible question mark above your head.

Shit! He thought. Shouldn't have said that.

You then shook your head and laughed. “ Stop being weird and take my hand.”

He practically wiped his brow and said whew before grabbing your hand. Allowing you to lead him back.

He laid there for a while thinking about all that happened. He couldn't believe he was gonna kiss you before telling you how he felt. That wasn't the guy he was. He always made sure he got consent. And with you it would be no different. All he had to do was get some real alone time with you so he can finally say something.

When we get home. He said to himself. 

He heard you sigh and felt you move a bit. Then he felt your arm sliding across his stomach. Without thinking he lifted his arm and gently pulled you closer. Slipping his arm under your head. 

Both of you sank further into the bed. He smiled and his last thought before falling asleep was how much he loved you.

…

The next day and a half was the best in his life. Exploring the city, eating the best pizza and getting some information about playing at clubs when they moved there. It was fantastic. 

Now it was time to head home and finish up the school year.

The drive seemed longer this time. More quiet. And he knew why. In exactly 2 weeks things were going to be different. Everyone was going to graduate and their adult lives were going to start. For a long time he couldn't wait to get the hell out of Hawkins. So did his friends. But now that it was happening, it was so hard to see the next chapter. Well with this little monster of love inside him.

When it was time to switch off. Jeff and Grant traded places with you and him.

You guys crawled in the back with the sleeping Gareth and tried to catch some z's. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder and started to hum a familiar tune. He put his hand on your knee and started tapping to the beat. He caught a small smile from you. 

“ Hey Jeff? Could you drop me off first when we get into town?” you asked.

“No problem.”

You went back to humming and Eddie was trying to figure out what exactly he was gonna say. Before he knew it he was sound asleep with you. 

Until he heard the vans break squeak to a stop. 

He opened his eyes and saw they were in front of your house. You had just opened the door and hopped out. 

Though he wanted this to be a private moment, it was now or never.

He sat up and followed you. “ I need a minute man.” He said to Jeff. “ Hold up kid. I'll help you.”

You tried to refuse his help in carrying your duffle bag, but he could see you were too tired to try.

You stoped on at your doorstep and reached for your bag. “ Thanks Eddie.”

He handed you the bag and took a deep breath. Just as you turned to open the door he said your name.

“ Yeah?”

His eyes fell to the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck. “ Uhhhh nevermind. I'll tell you later.”

You cleared your throat gently and took a step towards him. “ I hate when you do that.”

His gaze shot up to yours. “ D-do what?”

You put your free hand on your hip. “ When you look like you have something important to say then just brush it off…Just tell me because I'm gonna be up all night wondering what you wanted to say.”

He looked away and stood quiet for a few seconds. “ I-I’ve been acting different lately.”

“ I know.”

He met your eyes again. “ Yeah?”

You didn't say anything, but he knew that you did.

“ So I-” he cut off. Suddenly his nerves were getting the best of him. “ I don't- ummm shit…I- well the reason…damn it! I cant- I don't know-”

You grabbed his hand and lightly squeezed it. Letting him know that it was okay. To calm down and take a breath.

He took a deep inhale and slowly let it out. “ I think possibly, maybe I’ve fallen for you.”

Your expression after that gave him a sinking feeling. You didn't feel the same.

Your frown said it all.

“ I'm sorry. I-I just needed to say something.”

You nodded but surprisingly you didn't let go of his hand. You were actually staring at his hand in yours.

“Eddie…I want to talk more about this. But I can't even think straight and my knees are about to give in.”

That wasn't what he was hoping for. 

“Right! Umm yeah. Sorry, just forget I said anything.” He said trying to walk away. 

But you held his hand firmly. Preventing him from taking a step further. “ No. Don't do that.”

He looked back at you and you had your eyes closed. 

“ Eddie, this is important. If it wasn't then you wouldn't have said anything at all…This deserves a real conversation that I can't give you right now. So please don't leave thinking that I don't feel the same way."

He was in disbelief. Did he hear that right?

You gave his hand one last squeeze before letting go and going inside.

He stood there staring at the door. Did he dream that? You like him too?

Gareth rolled down the window. “ Munson, let's go. I wanna go home!”

He sighed and smiled to himself. " Y-yeah. Okay."

…

@salenorona23 @browneyes528 @ohmeg @eddiesguitarskills @crookedcrone

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[mysticalmallard]

🦆: Ahh, my first oneshot. I hope you guys like it. Please feel free to comment your feedback. I'm still new to this.

Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC (Can be read as xfem!reader)

Word Count: 524

Masterlist || Rules and Requests

The last straw

He scoffs when he sees her face

"Not today, Hap. I'm already in a pretty shitty mood." she stares at her drink, lost in thought.

He scoffs again "..and why's that missy?"

" You wouldn't care it's stupid, I just want to be alone"

She continues to not look at happy trying to keep the tears at bay. A few moments pass with nothing but the background chatter of the club.

Happy seems frustrated and takes a seat in front of her, leaning in her personal space. "...I'd like to know" he says in a hushed voice voice

"WHY!!" She shouts, grabbing the full attention of the room. "Why the fuck do you suddenly care about me now Hap!! Huh? Why?"

Everyone's head in the club turns their way whatever they were doing before can wait for now. Their expressions are a mix of shock, surprise, confusion and humor wondering if it was actually happening. Their heads go from looking at her, happy, and between her and happy trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Happy remains completely calm and doesn't raise his voice, but he looks a little annoyed.

"...because ... I do."

He takes a deep breath and a swig.

"...do you not want me to?" He says in a stern voice.

"Fuck off hap" She furiously rubs the tears from her face. Everyone else are more confused as ever wondering what the fuck they are missing what the hell happened.

After noticing everyone's attention on them both looking around at all their expressions she calmly gets up and walks for the door.

The crowds mixed emotions stay the same but with a hint of glee at what just happened to their most feared member. The silence in the club after she leaves is so loud that it becomes deafening. When they notice that nothing else is going to happen today they return to whatever they were doing before as tonight doesn't seem like the right night to tease the tacoma killer. Happy's eyes are watching the door where she left.

As she gets into her car, fat tears run freely down her cheeks she starts hitting her steering wheel over and over again as she finally lets the emotional dam break. It's only when she catches her reflection in the small mirror that she stops. After taking a beat to compose herself, she whispers, "If he was ever around, he would already know what's wrong, I shouldn't have to tell him."

As she drives off out of the lot, she thinks about what she said. It's true that Happy has been very busy lately, and she really misses being around him. She wonders if her current issues have anything to do with him being occupied with someone else.

Back at the lot Happy is stood in the shadows as he watches where her car drove away, clearly seeing how upset you were. He knows the club was probably not the best place for you both to hash things out. He takes in a deep breath, lets it all out, and starts walking back inside with a light but noticeable frown on his face.

How on earth can he fix this?

🦆: hope you guys liked it. Guess in the comments what you think happened ? And let me know if you want a part 2.

[drenix004]

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𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 | Soshiro Hoshina xFem!Oc!

❛Despite the odds and risks, he carried on the family legacy. He created his own Joshitai team, even if it caused life to slip through his fingers and sanity to slip away.❜

"Everything in life has a price; nothing is free, because even life has to be paid back." 

❛I got married at sixteen to Soshiro. Sometimes I wonder how we lasted so long. ❜

❛That's a very rare compliment, darling.❜

❛It wasn't a compliment. ❜

❛Wait, what?❜

English is not my mother tongue, so there may be spelling errors. An apology for that in advance :D

00 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

00 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

00 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

01 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

02 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

O3 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

[atokirina-writings]

The Calm Before The Storm, A series

III. The Destruction.

⭒ series masterlist

⭒ this means speaking in Na’vi, this means speaking in english

⭒ warnings/notes: death, angst, use of cannon background characters.

⭒ parings: tsu’tey xfem!reader, jake sully x fem! reader, reader x son oc.

꧁꧂

You don’t know how long you had been crying over the death of your son when you begin to hear footsteps. Multiple of them, coming your way. Your ears perk up at this but they’re not heavy enough to be sky people in their machines. They’re Na’vi.

They’re the students of Tsu’tey, he’s been training them to become hunters for you clan. Saeyla, Ka’ani, Maru, and Atan emerge from the thick of pandoras forest. “E! E!” Saeyla calls, signaling everyone else to come over to you.

“Y/n what has happened?” She says kneeling to your level as her eyes frantically switch from your grieving state to Hea’tey’s cold and unmoving body.

Your voice is so hoarse from all of your wailing that you can’t even make out a sentence. Instead you move your hands to your neck, pointing out the comm. “Find.. him” you choke out.

Nodding she presses her thumb and pointer finger on the device. “This is saeyla, Y/n is here and Hea’tey is dead. She is unable to speak come quickly please.”

Tsu’teys pov.

What. What did she just say? His mind is racing all over the place. Did she just say that his son is dead? Making eye contact with Vaytnay he notices that he looks confused and scared. Tsu’teys heart clenches at the sight. Together they circle in the sky trying to identify their family on the ground below. “There!” Vaytnay yells, diving his ikran as fast as he can to the ground, his father follows.

Landing on the ground he rushes to his mate. She’s cradling Hea’tey in her arms, her chest protectively covering his face. Hearing his arrival she looks up at him and he sees it. He was hoping he heard Saeyla wrong over the comm but this just confirmed it all.

Frozen, he watches as his son sobs angrily, his body switching from crying atop his brother and banging his fists into the ground. He can see her stare blankly into the distance as she grips his shoulder attempting to soothe him. He sees all of his students with their heads heads hung low, a few of them even crying at the sight.

“Tsu’tey! Brother do you read me?” The volume of jakes voice in his ears makes him cringe and break out of his thoughts. “Yes” he replies coldly. “Where are you!?” Tsu’tey him gives him details of the area surrounding them. “Will be there soon over.”

Your pov.

Tsu’tey sinks to his knees starting at his sons dead body. He places a hand on his chest to really confirm. He feels nothing. No warmth. No thudding from an active heart. Nothing. You can see his blood boiling within in.

He grabs the nape of my neck pulling me into his chest. He tugs at Vaytnay’s shoulder placing his body over mine. Finally he takes hold of his sons hand placing it on his face. We stay this way until Jake and Neytiri arrive.

You hear Neytiri gasp as she grabs Jakes arm for comfort, her heart sinks at the sight. She had been friends with your son for a while. He would often collecting beads with her and making jewelry to pass the time he wasn’t hunting.

They stay in silence for awhile until Toruk Macto finally speaks up. “Brother, the fight is still going on. You are Olo'eyktan, you must protect the people.”

Something in you snaps at his words. Tsu’tey places a hand on your cheek, staring at you intently. “Be strong. For the people, for us.”

Deeply inhaling you rise from where you’ve been sitting for hours, your legs are sore but you ignore it. Boarding your ikran you take off. Jake, Neytiri, Tsu’teys students, your son, and Your mate following suit.

You will not let your son die in vain.

[g1rlintun3]

ׂ╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫🧺🍓 - Ellie Williams Xfem!oc ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

•Enemies to lovers

•Xfem!oc

Info~~~

Alexis/Lexi- oc

Jolene & james- Alexis’ siblings

Morgan- their father figure

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Ｍｒｓ． Ｅｄｗａｒｄｓ

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

"I just can't believe she said that to me!" Jolene ranted, her voice muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in.

Jameson rolled his eyes dismissively. "Girls are just so damn dramatic."

I scoffed. "Oh please, like you boys don't practically strangle each other over football." I took a sip of my orange juice. "Let's not act all high and mighty here."

"But, I mean, that's not—" Jameson stammered, flustered.

"Uh-huh, sureee." I flicked his forehead, dragging out the word.

"Kids!" William's booming voice echoed from downstairs.

"What?" Jameson shouted back, his voice grating in my ear.

I winced and scooted away from him. "Jesus christ, do you have to yell so freaking loud?"

He just snapped a "Whatever" in response.

"Get your asses down here!" William yelled.

I groaned and heaved myself up from Jolene's bed, my joints cracking as I stretched. The three of us tumbled and shoved our way downstairs, racing to see who could get there first.

William stood in the kitchen, spatula in hand. "Y'all have chores to do today."

I threw myself dramatically onto the last step of the stairs, groaning. "Oh, come on!"

William fixed me with a stern look, hands on his hips. "You do realize we have responsibilities 'round here, right? People to take care of?"

I scowled. "Yeah, well, I don't really want to 'provide' for certain people." Clearly making a snarky remark about the snotty, know it all kids who live in our community.

His eyebrows shot up. "I don't want to hear it. Get to work."

He rattled off the assignments: Jolene on cow and chicken duty, Jameson helping Mrs. Edwards get ready for the day, and me on plant and gate check. I sighed and trudged upstairs to change, making sure to lock my door behind me. The others literally never respected my privacy.

I pulled on my favorite outfit - a white dress, and of course black safety shorts, just in case. Along with my sturdy cowboy boots that made me feel like a total badass cowgirl. Time to get to work, I guess. At least the chores would give me a chance to escape from my siblings for a bit.

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I started my morning routine by brushing my hair and styling it into my signature two braids - a hairstyle I've been wearing since I was a little girl. It's a simple yet comforting look that has a bit of sentimental value, as it was one of the first styles William learned how to do. As a cute finishing touch, I added two small white bows to the ends of the braids.

After freshening up with a quick tooth-brushing, I hurried downstairs to join my family for breakfast. We were all a bit tired this morning - James along with Joley and I had stayed up late chatting and snacking in Joley's room, leaving James with a bit of a stomach ache. In fact, he ended up having a bit of a bathroom emergency that had Jolene and I struggling to hold back our laughter, though we did make sure to restock his toilet paper supply. Hopefully he'll fare better when he heads out to check on the elderly neighbor later.

Our family has lived in this old farmhouse since I was 13 years old. The property was previously owned by a kind older gentleman named Hershel, who had owned this land way before the outbreak. The sprawling plot has several houses spread out but still close enough for us to share resources. What's really great is that each home is surrounded by tall sturdy fences and secure gates, keeping us safe from any threats outside. There are quite a few other kids living on the land too, though admittedly some of them can be a bit... difficult to get along with at times.

After finishing my breakfast, I grabbed my trusty woven basket, which was stocked with a sun hat, gardening tools, and a handgun. Ever since our harrowing encounter with a large group of infected, where I narrowly escaped harm, William had insisted on giving me and my siblings firearms to keep on hand when we're out on the property alone. Thankfully, I haven't had to use the gun yet.

Whistling a jaunty tune, I stepped down the brick porch and made my way to the garden, basket in hand. I unlocked the gate with a click and shielded my eyes from the bright morning sun that was already beating down heavily. Reaching the tomato plants, I checked for any ripe ones, even engaging in a one-sided conversation in hopes of encouraging their growth - hey! don't judge, I read it somewhere!

After harvesting the tomatoes, I moved on to the other veggies and fruits, bending down to pluck fresh carrots. Suddenly, a voice screamed "Boo!" right in my ear, making me yelp and lose my balance, landing squarely on my butt.

"Oh my god, sorry!" Jordan, my brother's best friend who lives down the road, laughed as she came into view.

I sighed, placing a hand on my racing heart.

"Nearly killed me," I groaned, but she just grinned and offered me a hand up, which I reluctantly accepted.

"Whatcha doin?" Jordan asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"Picking shit for the community," I replied, brushing dirt off my butt. "You know, the usual thankless chores."

"Ooh, someone's grumpy," she teased, fiddling with a loose thread on her shirt.

"Stop that, you're going to ruin it," I scolded, then had an idea. "Hey, why don't you just come over and let me fix your shirts? You're always tearing them up with your fidgeting."

"Come over?" Jordan asked, eyebrows raised.

"I mean, you know, whenever you want to," I said, trying to sound casual despite my awkwardness. "No pressure or anything."

Jordan just laughed. "Alright, I'll leave you to your 'fun' gardening then," she said, running off to join the other kids playing football.

I sighed, muttering to myself, "Why can't I just screw around like the rest of them? It's the freaking apocalypse, for crying out loud!"

My self-pitying rant was interrupted by a throat clearing behind me. Slowly turning around, I found myself face-to-face with William."Got something to say?" he asked, hands on his hips.

"Nope, happy as one can be in an extinction event!" I replied with an overly enthusiastic thumbs up.

He just laughed and gave my shoulders a pat. "You've got enough food for now. Go check the gates, see if anyone needs help, and then you're free for the day, okay?"

"Yes, sir!" I saluted him playfully before heading off, grateful for the chance to take a break from the endless chores.

I double-checked the gates, carefully inspecting each one to ensure they were securely locked and undamaged. As I approached a house with an open gate, I moved to close and inspect it, guessing that perhaps the wind had blown it open overnight. But to my surprise, I soon realized this was the home of Mrs. Edwards, the cranky old woman that my brother James was meant to be caring for. Strange, his bicycle wasn't parked outside like usual.

I furrowed my brow in confusion as I made my way up the creaky wooden steps to her porch, setting my basket down. An old, melancholic song was blaring from within the house, the lyrics hauntingly proclaiming "I'm laughing on the outside, crying on the inside." An ominous chill ran down my spine.

-Recommend to listen to "Laughing on the outside by Bernadette Carroll" whilst reading.

"Mrs. Edwards?" I called out, my voice echoing through the eerily silent home as I stepped inside. No response. I ventured further, my boots crunching on shards of broken ceramic in the kitchen. Orange slices were scattered across the floor, a knife lying amidst the mess. My heart began to race. "Mrs. Edwards, are you alright?" I yelled, hurrying down the hall towards her bedroom.

A continuous, hollow thudding noise was emanating from the bathroom. I paused, gripping the wall as a wave of dread washed over me. "Mrs. Edwards?" I called out, my voice quivering. No answer. Summoning my courage, I bolted to the front door to get my woven basket. As I approached the basket, I reached into my it, fingers trembling as they wrapped around the cool metal of my revolver. I clicked off the safety, holding it steady with both hands as I inched into the house.. to the hallway...

"Mrs. Edwards, I'm coming in!" I shouted, then slammed my boot against the door handle, flinging it right open. I stumbled backwards, the gun shaking in my hands as I beheld the gruesome scene before me. Blood. So much blood, pooling across the tile floor. And there, in the bathtub, a nightmarish figure writhing and gurgling, its rotting flesh hanging in bloody tatters.

"Oh God, no," I whimpered, my knees threatening to give out. But I steeled my nerves, recalling William's training - in times of danger, don't let your emotions control you. Focus on the task at hand. I took a deep, shaky breath and raised the revolver, lining up my shot.

S̶h̶e̶.. it lunged forward, its grasping, skeletal rotting hands clawing towards me. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Edwards," I whispered, and pulled the trigger. The thunderous report echoed through the house as the bullet tore through h̶e̶r̶.. its skull, sending it crashing back into the tub in a spray of gore.

The ensuing silence was deafening, save for the eerie, looping song still playing faintly in the other room. I stood there, trembling, staring at the pool of blood seeping across the floor. I retched, the acrid stench of death burning my nostrils. Tears streamed down my face as I stumbled out of the bathroom, desperate to escape this nightmare.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I screamed, rushing to the record player and wrenching the needle from the spinning vinyl. The house fell silent, save for my own ragged breathing.

"Jesus, Lexi?"

I whirled around to see William in the doorway, his face etched with concern. Without a word, I flung myself into his arms, burying my face against his chest as I broke down into sobs.

"It's okay, you're okay, Lex," he murmured, holding me tight and stroking my hair. "I've got you,baby."

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XXIII: Oh We're Performing Behaviours Are We? We're Acting in Ways?

After Calypso and Lester settle in for the night, Ara sits with her back against Festus and hugs her knees, watching Leo stoke the fire with his bare hands. She thinks of their first quest, how tense it was between them, how she had to restrain herself from getting too close too fast.

She also remembers worrying about guiding a group of amateur demigods. This quest isn't different, just worse. Ara has a wider variety of powers, she's older and Leo is stronger, but two of her current group have no demigod might to help them.

"That'll do it," Leo grunts, sitting beside her. "Look at those two..."

Ara glances at Calypso and Lester, small-looking under their blankets and sleeping bags, the soft snores the only sign that there's people under those piles of fabric. "You gotta talk to Calypso about her feud with Lester, I can't listen to their bickering for the entirety of our quest."

Leo snorts. "You and Nico were just like that while sailing together on the Argo II."

"But we fixed it, didn't we? We're friends. Besides, he's far nicer now that he's dating Will."

"Yeah, guess so... just like Lester, huh?"

"Hardly," Ara makes a face, completely missing Leo's intent look. "Guy's a load. He and a sack of potatoes are equally as helpful."

"Cut him some slack," Leo sighs, leaning against Festus. "Being human—and a teenager at that—must be a freaking nightmare to a god."

Ara frowns. "You were the one who wanted to fight Apollo after Delos."

"And you made the deal to defeat Python. What's your point? We're both at fault for saying stupid things." He huffs, supporting his forearms on both knees. "I'm only trying to make us feel better."

Ara reaches over to hold his hand. "Sorry, I'm frustrated. These two were immortal, magic-fueled beings and now we're to look after them. What for?"

Leo observes the fire deep in thought. "All I know is we spent our first quest wishing for someone to show up and help us. Now we can be that person for Cal and Lester, and I want to be. Isn't that the same reason why you're a General?"

"I worry," she insists with a scowl, "that all our efforts are in vain. Lester's stupid oath gets in the way and Calypso's inexperience—"

"You don't give her enough credit," he shakes his head. "Calypso wasn't a damsel in distress the whole time we were lost, you know? In those six months, she learned. Trust me."

Ara purses her lips, knowing she's only grumpy because of what Calypso said in the forest. She didn't like the way the girl saw right through her and claimed to be the same way as her when all this time she saw Calypso as a victim of circumstances. What does that say of Ara? "Fine. I'll cut Lester some slack and I'll trust Calypso. Now go to sleep."

"You should, too."

"I'll take first watch."

"I don't think there'll be more than one if you take the first," he points out smartly. "Nico told me you're not sleeping."

"That's a lie," Ara says defensively, dropping Leo's hand. "Sometimes my body doesn't need much rest, it's been like that since last summer, you know that."

"What about food? You packed less than what you'd usually pack for a group of four."

"Since when do you pay attention to nonsense?"

"Since I came back and saw you doing weird stuff," Leo raises a brow. "You've eaten nothing since last night."

"I wasn't hungry."

"I believe you, but that's not normal, Ara." He lowers his voice so the others can't hear in case they wake up. "Hercules said having a bunch of blessings could affect mortals—and when Asclepius looked at you he freaked out. He said being a daughter of Olympus—"

"You're overthinking."

"You don't sleep and you don't eat," he presses. "Something is going on—"

"Stop," her voice quivers as Leo inches closer to the hunch she's had for quite some time. "Leo, don't..."

His voice turns urgent as he cradles her face. "Arae, you gotta tell me if something's going on..."

"I don't know," she whispers. "It could be anything, it doesn't have to be otherworldly."

Leo searches for a better answer in her frightened gaze but ends up empty-handed. He sighs, pressing his forehead against her. Ara can tell he'll drop the subject, at least for now, and she relaxes. His hands move, one to the back of her head and the other down to hold one of hers. 

The boy tilts his head, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her lips. When Ara doesn't move to kiss him properly, the hunger that's been festering for half a year takes over. He mumbles her name while pressing feather-light kisses down her jawline and to the soft spot under her ear.

Ara feels her face burn, her pulse rising as Leo's mouth moves lower, his pecks getting more enthusiastic until his lips part and leave an open-mouthed kiss where her neck meets her shoulder. Ara tenses, speaking in a tight whisper. "Do you dare—"

Leo bites the tender skin, too eager to be stopped. Ara covers her mouth to stop a yelp from bursting into the silence. "Leónidas! We're not alone!"

"They're asleep," he mutters. "Passed out— you think this is gonna wake them?"

"No, but something else could and I don't want them to see us!" She whispers frantically, trying to push him away.

"Why, because they'd get jealous?" He smirks, not meaning it.

"Leo," Ara glances at the sleeping figures before them. "Please, this isn't funny."

"Since when making out isn't fun?" Leo groans, nuzzling his face on her neck. "We used to make out all the freaking time!" He presses soft kisses against the skin he reveals by pulling her shirt's neckline down and hums approvingly. "In a ship full of people... and I think you liked that they could probably hear you giggling and sighing..."

"This isn't the same," Ara protests, getting a little angry. "This is disrespectful."

"Disrespectful?" He pulls back. "To whom? Not to my girlfriend who loves my lovebites, or my friend who hates romance at the moment," his glare lands on Lester. "Say what you mean, it's about him."

"You said to cut him some slack," Ara reasons. "That guy has been struggling— the flowers Rhea put in my head are Hyacinths and Lester thinks they're supposed to mean—"

"That you're marked to be his childbride?" Leo snaps. 

Ara stops, he'd never talked to her like this before, but she gets it, if only because Leo is still holding onto her hand and she can feel the anxiety he's nursing. He thinks there are lingering feelings in Ara's heart for Apollo, which is crazy. Michael held a bigger part of her heart than Apollo ever did, but now Apollo is Lester, and he's what Leo was when Ara met him, and she'll want to adopt the next puppy in line. Which is crazy. 

Nonetheless, Ara gets it. She feared the same of Calypso when Leo went to save her, that he'd found his next extraordinary girl in line. But they can't continue like this, feeding their jealousy and squeezing each other in vice grips just to make sure the love stays put. Hate and love are equals and old friends, and Ara knows it's easy to turn one into the other.

"I don't wanna fight," she says after taking a deep and calming breath. "I love you."

Leo comes to his senses, processing what he said and regretting it. "Arae..."

"We're tired, we've had to hasten our reunion and double our shifts," she cups his cheek. "Let's sleep, okay? Festus will take the night shift. Right, buddy?" The bronze dragon lets out some steam as confirmation. "That's a good boy," she pats his flank, too anxious to look at Leo any longer.

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Whatever Fits You Best | Harry James Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: none, just a bit of frustating fluff

Summary: Harry uses your shampoo and you notice.

a/n: Set in the winter holidays of Harry’s sixth year. English is not my native language, so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes.

Ron was lying on his bed, one leg propped up against the wall, his foot next to a poster of a Chudley Cannon player. He held a radio in his hands which was playing Christmas songs, and constantly tapped its side to hold a steady frequency. In between the static and the music, the radio host was announcing heavy snowfall all over Great Britain as well as the scores of the latest Quidditch matches.

I had made myself comfortable on Harry’s bed, flicking through the latest Seeker Weekly which had the newest member of the Holyhead Harpies on their front page.

“Rafael de Garcia is transferring to the Stonewall Stormers, did you know?” I said, turning to page fifteen.

“Yeah, because he gets paid like… 500000 Galleons half a year?” Ron said. “I’d transfer, too, if they’d give me that much.”

“But the Canadian teams are horrible. They’ve only won two games last year, and that was sheer luck. It’s because they’ve got no good Seekers over there,” I said, and Ron nodded, placing the radio aside and picking up a Quaffle in form of a pillow from the floor. 

He threw it up to the ceiling and caught it again with one hand.

“RONALD!” Mrs. Weasley’s voice echoed through the Burrow. Ron almost fell off his bed, and the Quaffle hit him right in the face. I snorted.

“Did you sort in the silverware the wrong way?” I asked teasingly. He rolled his eyes at me, got up, and opened the door.

Then he screamed, “WHAT?”

No one answered, not even after he called again. He muttered something underneath his breath and made his way down to his mother.

I already want to shout after him for leaving the door open when Harry entered, dressed in sweatpants and a grey shirt. He wore a towel around his shoulders, his hair still wet from showering but sticking up in every direction anyways.

“How come your hair is yet again messy when you’ve just been washing it?” I asked, gesturing towards his head with the Quidditch magazine.

He grinned.

“That’s genetics,” He said, driving his hand over his hair to (unsuccessfully) flatten it.

“Or you’re just very bad at showering,” I said.

“So, you’re saying I can’t wash my hair properly.”

“Yeah.”

“And what are you gonna do about that?”

That question threw me off for a second. Or maybe it was that teasing grin on his lips. Either way, I could feel my heart beating in my throat.

“I could do a tutorial for you,” I said. “Or a step-by-step instruction.”

“Whatever fits you best.”

There was a hint of pink covering his cheeks now, and he took the towel from around his shoulders and rubbed it over his wet hair, breaking the eye contact.

I pretended to be interested in an interview with a retired Quidditch player who had spent a sabbatical in India but secretly watched how Harry hung the towel over a chair in the corner and once more drove his hand through his hair while looking into the mirror next to the door.

As he turned around again, I quickly raised the magazine over my eyes. In the next moment, I felt the mattress underneath me sink a little deeper, felt his warm arm bump against mine, felt our hips touch because of how little space the bed had to offer.

I looked up from the magazine and turned my face to him, not expecting him to be this close. We were lying almost nose to nose; I could’ve made out every nuance of green in his eyes if I had wanted to.

But there was something else that distracted me from his eyes.

“Did you use my shampoo?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. The quiet pink covering his cheeks turned into red.

“No,” He said at once. I raised myself a bit and leaned closer to smell his hair.

“Yeah, you did,” I said, falling back down onto his pillow.

“Maybe on accident,” He said, and lifted his hand to point at his eyes. “I can’t wear my glasses in the shower, remember?”

“Then that’s why your hair looks like that,” I said, and he furrowed his brows. “Well, if you keep using different shampoos every time you’re showering, your hair gets confused.”

“My hair gets confused?” He repeated bemusedly.

“Yeah,” I said, turning to the next page as if I had read that boring interview and had not stared at him for the last five minutes.

Harry shifted, his knees bumping against my leg. He propped himself up on one arm, resting his head in his hand so he was looking down on me.

“Does my hair really look that bad?” He asked.

I ripped my gaze from the magazine.

“No,” I said honestly. “I like it that way. Looks…laddish.”

The grin returned to his face, awakening the butterflies in my stomach.

“Laddish?”

“Bold. Dauntless,” I suggested, smiling teasingly, and lift my hand to brush a strand of jet-black hair out of his forehead. “Whatever fits you best.”

Harry chuckled quietly. My fingers were still up in his hair, now more so stroking through them than trying to control them, and I couldn’t help myself but to let my eyes travel down to his lips.

My whole body was tingling, as though electrified or set on fire, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had heard my heart beating against my ribcage because I for sure could feel his where my arm rested against his chest.

When I met his eyes again, I felt like he knew exactly how I was thinking about him and with what intensity I wanted to finally give in to that feeling stuck in my chest for half a year now. Or maybe even longer.

The smell of his perfume mixed with my shampoo, all earthy and sweet and warm, and I was certain now that that definitely hadn’t been an accident.

My hand in his hair paused at the right spot to pull him closer, and I saw his eyes flickering down to my lips, his gaze lingering a bit too long, and then he leaned in, slowly, as if desperate not to mess it up even though he should know by now that I like him best when he was messy and flustered and bold –

“– just silverware, what’s so wrong with placing the spoons next to the knives? No, that’s bad luck, she says, and no, Ginny can’t do it because she is busy writing that blighter Dean.” Ron had kicked open his bedroom door, angrily muttering.

I jumped, sitting straight on the edge of Harry’s bed now, almost hitting him in face on my way up.

He shuffled behind me, pulling in his legs.

Ron looked back and forth between us, like a mother who had just witnessed her kids stealing sweets.

“What’s going on?” He asked slowly, scrunching his nose up.

“Nothing,” Harry said, sounding much more distant now.

“I’ll – I’m gonna – go. I’m gonna take a shower,” I said and got up, fetching the wet towel from the chair.

“But dinner is almost –”

I closed the door before Ron had finished talking.

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“Tell me how bad it is, please.”

Madam Pomfrey turned her head to Professor McGonagall in question, not wanting to hurt you anymore.

A pale girl with blonde hair lay still on the bed, which the other 3 were gathered around. Her eyes were gently shut and sweat was collecting around her face.

“Tell her, the poor girl deserves to know.”

Pomfrey sighed and nodded, turning to the ravenclaw girl beside her.

“Miss. Lovegood here doesn’t have much longer to live. I’m afraid there is no cure for what she has.”

“What?” She began breathing heavy. “You’re a nurse for Rowena’s sake! You can’t cure a bloody cold?”

Madam Pomfrey sighed while Professor McGonagall gave her a pointed look that said ‘have patience, you know what this means for her’

“No, I’m afraid there’s absolutely nothing I am able to do-“

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The nurse nodded solemnly.

“Everything. All you can do now is spend her last day with her, and cherish the moment, dear.”

Juniper, the girl, began tearing up and nodding. “I understand Madam Pomfrey, thank you. But I know there has to be something we can do, a cure, a potion, I’ll even check the restricted section, there has tk be a cure and I know it. She’ll live until tomorrow, and when she does, I’ll have a cure.”

Professor McGonagall spoke up. “Hope is wonderful dear, but don’t have so much faith this time around, believe it or not Madam Pomfrey knows what she’s talking about.”

Juniper nodded and walked out with her head hanging low.

Later that day, around 6pm, Juniper was sitting in the courtyard on a little stone bench. The sixth year was deep in thought and frustration, she couldn’t believe that the bloody nurse of the school couldn’t cure her girlfriend.

So, she didn’t notice when she came up behind her.

“Darling, are you quite alright?”

Juniper shuddered and turned around. “Oh, Luna, you’re ok!” She shot up and wrapped her arms around the girl. It was a warm embrace, too good to be true. The blonde pulled away and cupped her girlfriends cheek. “Oh darling,” she smiled lightly, although pain was barely evident in her gray eyes. Juniper put her hand over Lunas and quietly muttered, “No, no, no”

“I’m not going to make it past tonight. Madam Pomfrey was able to get me on my feet, but we only have a few hours left. I’m sorry.”

The moon shone bright on the girls as they both thought to themselves.

One thinking: “Why her? She didn’t deserve this.”

And the other thinking: “It hurts to part but I’m ready. I’m ready.”

Luna pulled her hand away and instead placed it on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a sweet kiss.

From the outside, it was picture perfect. Large, leafy trees, a bright half moon, birds flying through the night, and a gentle breeze.

But on the inside, at least for one girl, a storm as strong as a hurricane was raging, anger, sadness, regret, hurt.

“We should end how we started, I think,” Luna said, pulling away.

Juniper scrunched her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

Luna just laughed and gently pulled Juniper along to a tree nearly the size of the Whomping Willow.

Then it clicked.

Luna sat against the tree, Juniper laying in front of her with her head in Lunas lap.

The latter made a routine of picking flowers and putting them in her lovers hair, arranging them beautifully.

After a few minutes, the silence was broken.

“I’ll miss you, Lu, so much.”

Luna just smiled. “I know you will love, but there’s nothing we can do to stop th-“ she was interrupted by her own rough cough, it clawed at her throat and pounded her head.

Juniper hurriedly began sitting up but was quickly pushed down by Luna.

“I’m ok,” she said with her hand on her chest. “I’m ok.”

Juniper sighed and took in a deep breath. “How much time do you have left now? I lost track..”

“10 minutes at most, the moon has been out for a while now.”

Juniper had silent tears rolling down her face now.

“You-you can’t leave me, Luna, you can’t! I need you, I can’t-“

Luna shushed her and stroked her hair. “I know, darling I know, I don’t want to leave but I must.”

“We-we were gonna face seventh year together, we were gonna get married, have a life! There’s so much you’re gonna miss because of this goddamn illness”

Juniper was breathing heavily and crying now, but Luna just sat there stroking her hair and humming a light tune.

“There there, darling, it’ll be alright, i promise.”

She then motioned for her to get up, so Juniper sat in front of her.

The blonde grabbed her hands and looked her in the eyes.

“Juniper Ray, I love you so much, and there’s something I need you to do for me.”

She could feel her energy waning, and her head began to sway, blurring her vision and quickening her heart rate.

Juniper nodded, “Yes?”

“Close your eyes, and imagine I’m still here, imagine i’m holding your hand and I’m smiling at you.” She tightened her grip. “Let me leave a good memory in your head, just this last time.”

“Oh Luna, I already see you everytime I close my eyes, please don’t force me this time. Not now.”

Luna shook her head, her body beginning to shake.

“No, promise me.”

Juniper shook her head, pulling Luna in to her chest, wrapping her arm around her head, tears streaming down her face.

Luna went slack in Junipers arms, her breathing slowing.

“Promise me,” she choked out.

As Lunas heart began to stop, Juniper said in a quiet voice, while rocking them both,

“I promise.”

[g1rlintun3]

ׂ╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫🧺🍓 - Ellie Williams Xfem!oc ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

Info~~~

Alexis/Lexi- oc

Jolene(Joley) & jameson (James) - Alexis' siblings

William - their father figure

•Xfem!oc

•Enemies to lovers

Ａｌｂｅｒｔ Ｅｉｎｓｔｅｉｎ

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

"Goddamnit, Jameson!" Williams bellowed, his hands clutching his head in frustration. The veins in his neck strained as he whirled to face James, his finger jabbing the air accusingly. "Where the hell were you?" he scolded, his voice dripping with barely contained anger.

James stammered, his face flushing a light shade of red. "I-I... uh..." he began, his words faltering under Williams' piercing gaze.

Williams took a step closer, his arms crossing firmly over his chest. "That woman... she's dead, because of you," he argued, his brow furrowed. "If you had just done your job, there might have been a chance she'd still be alive."

He paused, raising his eyebrows as he held James' gaze. "I want you to let that sink in," he said, his voice low and serious. "Our decisions, good or bad, they matter. They deeply matter, no matter how minuscule they may seem."

I picked at the dirt that had accumulated on my hands, avoiding eye contact with the others. A part of me almost felt bad for James, but then again, he really could have prevented this tragedy.

Williams sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Jesus," he muttered, before turning to face James once more. "I'm going to tell you this, son," he said, placing a hand on James' shoulder. "If this happens again, ever, you're going to have serious consequences. You hear me?"

James nodded meekly, his eyes downcast. "Mhm," he acknowledged, the weight of his failure evident in his demeanor.

Williams then turned to me, his expression softening. "Why don't you go take a warm bath," he said, comfortingly rubbing my arm. "I'm starting dinner." I gave him a small smile and a nod, and began making my way upstairs, only to be stopped by a hand on my upper arm.

"Can I talk to you?" Jameson asked, his voice laced with unease as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Uh, sure?" I furrowed my brows, curious about what he wanted.

"I'm sorry you had to... you know," he said, gesturing vaguely.

"You mean shoot that old lady?" I replied, my tone dripping with annoyance. "Well, yeah, I'm sorry I had to do that too," I said, shrugging. I rolled my eyes and moved to continue up the stairs, but Jameson grabbed my arm tighter, pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm so fucking sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with remorse. "I seriously didn't think my skipping out was going to do anything."

"I know you didn't," I sighed, gently patting his back. "That lady was more than capable of taking care of herself." I laughed. I remembered how she had tried to whip James with a flip-flop for knocking over one of her precious antique angels. Despite her occasional rudeness, she had been a sweet woman, often regaling me with stories of her grandchildren and the clothes she had sewn for them. She was the one who even taught me how to sew in the first place.

We pulled apart, and I gave him a small smile. "I'm going to take a warm bath," I said, giving his shoulder a light pat.

"Good, you're starting to stink," he teased, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Oh, shut the hell up," I laughed, making my way up the stairs to the bathroom, feeling a mix of emotions – guilt, sadness, and a hint of fondness for the eccentric old lady we had failed to protect.

I strode into the bathroom and flicked on the faucet, turning the knob to the left to let the warm water fill the tub. After a few minutes, I left the bathroom to gather some fresh clothes - an oversized t-shirt, comfy shorts, and a plush pink towel. Sauntering back, I set the stack on the closed toilet lid and locked the door behind me.

As I gazed into the mirror, I couldn't help but notice how much had changed since the last time I'd stood there, carefree and blissfully unaware of the trials to come. With a heavy sigh, I removed the bows from my hair and unfurled the intricate braids, running my fingers through the freed strands. Undressing, I sank into the steaming water, letting it envelop me in its soothing warmth. I closed my eyes, trying in vain to quiet the thoughts swirling in my mind - the old woman, the simple pleasures she'd never experience again. "Ugh, can you just shut up for once?" I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut tighter.

After my bath, I slipped into my pajamas, clipped my damp hair back, and applied lotion and a touch of perfume. "Bless those scavengers," I muttered, grateful for the luxuries they risked their lives to procure for our community. I couldn't fathom the sheer difficulty of their task - it made my own experiences today seem like a walk in the park.

As I descended the creaky stairs, William greeted me softly, "Feeling any better?"

"A bit, yeah," I nodded, taking my seat at the table next to Jolene.

"What comes first, the egg or the chicken?" she asked impatiently, eyeing her plate.

I shot her a bewildered look, shaking my head. "Huh?"

"Deadass, I'm serious," Jolene said, resting her chin in her hand contemplatively.

"Language," William chided with a raised brow.

"Sorryyy," Jolene chuckled, unrepentant.

"James, what do you think?" I asked, before quickly thanking William as he passed me my plate.

"Chicken," James answered confidently.

"Oh, come on!" Jolene cackled.

I dug into my food, savoring the delicious flavors. "Best food ever," I mumbled through a full mouth, gesturing at the plate with my fork.

William chuckled. "Glad you like it." He sat down with his own meal.

"What comes first, the chick-" Jolene began, but William cut her off.

"How about we just.. I don't know..eat?" he said with an amused smile, suppressing a laugh as he dug into his food.

"Alright, sheeple," Jolene scoffed. "You're all just freaking brainwashed. Clearly, the preservatives came first."

William and I exchanged a bewildered glance, unsure of how to respond to Jolene's bizarre logic.

"Oh, be serious," James snickered, "you just learned what preservatives are yesterday, and now you're all 'Albert Einstein'." He mocked, making finger quotations.

"Wow, I'm genuinely shocked you even know who that is," Jolene retorted with a sassy roll of her eyes.

"Is that your attempt at trying to offend me?" James shot back, "'Cause all I'm hearing is bull-"

"Alrighty, alrighty, kids," William chuckled, interrupting the brewing argument. "Enough of that."

I remained blissfully silent, focused on savoring every bite of the delicious meal. I couldn't help but feel grateful every day for having someone in my family who could cook so well.

~~~~~

After everyone had finished their dinner, I offered to clean up the dishes while the rest of the family got ready for bed. I didn't really want to do the chore, but I figured it would be a good chance to have some much-needed alone time. Don't get me wrong, I love my family dearly, but sometimes a girl just needs a little peace and quiet, you know?

As I stood at the sink, scrubbing the plates and bowls with warm, soapy water, the flickering candlelight around the house created a warm, cozy ambiance. The dancing flames cast a comforting glow across the walls, reminding me of the soothing feeling of the sun's warmth on my face. Whoever decorated this place really knew what they were doing.

I have to admit, I'm not the biggest fan of doing dishes. That mushy, disgusting watery food residue just grosses me out and makes me want to gag. But I powered through it, determined to have my solo clean-up session. Once everything was sparkling clean, I dried off the dinnerware and put it all neatly back in the cabinets. I even washed my hands, despite how much I hate that clammy, pruney feeling. But hey, I did it - and I was actually kind of proud of myself.

With the last dish put away, I blew out all the candles one by one, leaving just a single flame burning. The house was now shrouded in near-darkness, but I didn't feel uneasy. In fact, I found comfort in the distant chatter of my siblings upstairs and the sound of William trying to wrangle them into bed. It was a good reminder that I had people - a real family - which was something a lot of folks these days couldn't say.

Candle in hand, I double-checked the front door to make sure it was securely locked. After the whole Mrs. Edwards incident, I was definitely going to be more vigilant about that kind of thing. Then, not wanting to linger alone in the shadows downstairs, I quickly made my way up the stairs to the second floor.

As I approached my room, I suddenly heard a low groan and felt a breath on the back of my neck. Startled, I whirled around and let out a terrified scream, slapping the hell out of whatever was behind me.

"Seriously, Joley?!" I yelled, recognizing my sister's pained voice. I lifted the candle to see Jolene clutching her face, a sheepish grin on her lips.

"You stupid bitch," I laughed, clutching my stomach. "I really did slap the shit out of you, huh?"

"Mm, yeah," Jolene winced, rubbing her cheek. "Never doing that again, that's for sure."

"Sorry," I snorted, not feeling all that apologetic.

We exchanged a few more playful jabs before Jolene headed off to her room, and I continued on to wish the boys goodnight as well. Finally, I retreated to the sanctuary of my own room, blowing out the candle and snuggling into the comfort of my bed. As I drifted off to sleep, a small smile played on my lips. Yeah, my family could be a little crazy sometimes, but I wouldn't trade them for the world.

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[silverefflux]

Reblogging this because AAAAA give this a chance u guys

Removed the xFem!OC description because there's no real ship here as said in the A/N. Very König-focused piece.

König bumps into his childhood bestie

A/N: There's no real ship here. Just König in a café and a look-see into his life.

Photo by Annie Spratt

Never Forget You // Noisettes

“Here you go,” a waiter said as he set a cup of coffee down on König’s table. “By the way, I’m really sorry for the plate thing last time.” 

“It’s all right, danke,” he replied with a nod.

König’s eyes trailed the waiter as he walked away when he saw a woman standing tall in front of the counter waiting for an order, which he assumed she was having to-go. She looked elegant in a tweed blazer and trousers. Her auburn hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. While he was almost certain he never met her before, her face seemed familiar.

Ok, don’t stare too much, he thought. Might be creepy.

He looked down and feigned inspecting his coffee, albeit too intensely. Then he realized something.

“Bruno?” said a woman’s voice.

There was only one person who would call him that.

He looked up and realized the lady in tweed was now in front of him, excitedly waiting for his response.

“It’s me, Lutz!” she continued.

His best friend from childhood.

Despite the uncanny resemblance with their faces, the Lutz he knew carried herself entirely differently. Back then, Lutz sported shaggy, jet black hair that was up to her chin. Her eyes looked sharp thanks to smudged eyeliner. She dressed like a boy and punched other boys, especially those who would tease him. If the boys in his hometown were mean, she was meaner—except to him.

Not this Lutz. This Lutz looked like a sweet woman who had her shit together.

Lutz made waving gestures before him and slowly raised her brows. “Still the silent type, huh?”

“Oh schei—” König awoke from his mild shock and pulled himself up to shake her hand. “It’s been a while,” he chuckled, running his other hand down the back of his neck.

“Eh, what’s this? Don’t we do this instead?” she responded, slapping the back of his hand.

And a slap to the back of her hand. Fist bump. Then the top. Then bottom. Lock fingers. One shake. Explosion thing—pshhhh….

“I didn’t forget,” he assured her proudly.

They both erupted into laughter over them remembering such a silly thing. They went on to catch up with each other’s lives. They were quite the duo when they were little. A classic story of an extrovert kid randomly adopting an introvert one. At some point, she invited him to secretly check out this “new stupid film about Austrians” with her and they found it funny. In reference to the film, they jokingly agreed to give each other bizarre nicknames. He was Bruno because it sounded like his surname, Brunner. And she was Lutz, his assistant’s assistant.

By high school, they both did their own thing, König preferring to hang out by himself and Lutz finding new friends. But every time someone tried to bully König, Lutz still fiercely had his back. After they graduated, they never spoke again for no apparent reason other than growing apart. In the years that passed, though, he stayed with the military until he retired and was back and forth between Germany and Austria ever since. She went off to college, found work abroad, and settled there.

“A banker? That’s great to hear, but very different from the old Lutz,” he said.

“Right? Younger me would’ve been straight-up an outlaw. And I’m glad the military worked well for you too. I really couldn’t see you wanting to do anything else after high school.”

“Me neither. Ah bitte, have a coffee with me?” he offered, gesturing to the chair in front of his.

Her smile turned upside down. “Oh sorry, I’d love to but I’ll just be quick. Gotta get these drinks around before they get cold.”

Suddenly, a kid’s giggle rang out in the distance. “Mama!” the same voice called out. Some meters behind Lutz was a little girl, the exact image of her face. Same pale skin, same ginger hair. Lutz’s daughter ran to her mother and hugged her leg.

“Sweetie! You came here early, darling, I was going to fetch you. Where’s Papa?”

The child pointed to a man who was now walking towards them. Lutz was relieved to see her husband not far from their child. She greeted him with a kiss.

“I should introduce you,” she said to König, “This is my husband, Alex, and our daughter Emma.” She moved her gaze towards her husband and gestured to König. “This is Lukas. We grew up together in Austria.”

König and Alex shook hands. Meanwhile, Lutz picked up her daughter in her arms.

“Sweetie, say hello to Uncle Lukas.”

“Hallo,” she murmured before hiding her face in the crook of her mother’s neck, which earned chuckles and awws from the adults.

It wasn’t long before the family had to bid their goodbyes to König.

“Well, I guess we have to go now,” Lutz told König in mild sorrow, “See you around, maybe?”

“Yeah, tschüss,” he said, giving a short wave goodbye.

König sat back down and watched the family leave. Bumping into his childhood buddy after so many years made him feel as if the world was indeed small. It was sweet seeing her again. Also, he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t find this new version of Lutz pretty. If he denied that his stomach dropped at the sight of her daughter, then her husband. If he convinced himself that he didn’t wonder how things would have turned out had they met again sooner.

Nevertheless, he is genuinely happy for her, and in no way does he want to ruin someone else’s family, especially that of his friend’s. There is not sadness, but emptiness gnawing inside of him, basking in the what-ifs and maybes brought about by nostalgia. A longing for the familiar. After all, she was the only girl in his life whom she had the deepest connection with. But then, he understood that was simply the way things are. All that would just be a passing thought.

He sighed, and did what he recently would in the face of heavy thoughts. He took a red bracelet out of his pocket and looked at it, rolling it around in his hand to look at the intensity of its color and the way light reflects on it. He then threaded his fingers into the bracelet, almost stretching the string that bound it, then let it loose, the beads sticking together in a synchronous click. He would do the same thing over and over to soothe himself. Thread. Click. Thread. Click.

He stopped himself, remembering that the clicks of the beads were audible in the cafe. To avoid further embarrassment, he paid the bill and headed out, continuing his fidgeting on his walk home until his thoughts quieted down.

Thread.

Click.

Thread.

Click.

Thread.

Click…