#yes he ends up flipping that front quill back when he's older

[swift-kwikster]

Sonic when he was a kid.

Didn't know which version I liked more so have both!

Inspired heavily by Nicky from the Shogakukan Sonic manga.

His shirt is also that way to continue the 'sun' marking on Sonic's belly that was mentioned in a Sonic 3 documentary. His shirt at the moment only shows the 'sun' partially. Since he's younger and he's not quite the Sonic we know yet.

[writings-of-dumpy]

Rewrite the Stars: George Weasley x Reader

A/N: I had a nightmare I needed to process so here this is. WARNING: THIS STORY IS HEAVY. THERE IS CHILD ABUSE AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS FIC.

Summary: Y/N is Draco’s older sister who has never fit in with the Malfoy family and befriends the Weasley Twins.

George sat down in potions class next to Fred. It was their first class in their first year at Hogwarts and the two of them already had a fair idea about what this class would be like, and they weren't looking forward to it. Next to him sat a girl wearing a Slytherin uniform. He thought that odd because Gryffindors and Slytherins don't usually sit next to each other in any class. In fact their closest proximity was in the Great Hall with Gryffindor table sandwiched between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. He didn't spend too much time looking at her, though, just long enough to make a friendly wave at her, which she returned with a small smile.

“You are to work on a potion to cure boils in your groups of three. Hopefully with three sets of eyes watching, one of them will have a brain behind it,” Snape drawled on. Geroge turned to the girl next to him and hoped for the best. He heard that Slytherins had a reputation for being truly awful, but he didn't want to make any assumptions. He did, after all, get a smile out of her.

“Hi there, I'm Geroge Weasley, this is my brother Fred,” George said as he flipped through his book to find the recipe. He noticed that she had already started to put ingredients together.

“Hi... I'm Y/N,” she said in a shy voice and sent them both a small and warm smile.

“No last name, eh?” Fred inquired and handed her the next ingredient.

“Erm... I'd rather not say...”

“Miss Malfoy...” Snape said from behind her. George's eyes went wide and he saw Y/N's face cringe and she looked up at Snape.

“Yes, Professor?” she responded. George and Fred shared an alarmed look. They knew who the Malfoys were—Lucius Malfoy had been the bane of their father's existence for quite a while, and this appeared to be his eldest daughter.

“I expect great things from you. Give your father my best,” Snape said lowly as if his words were more of a warning than encouragement.

“I will, Professor,” Y/N said and then looked at the twins apologetically. George thought she was going to cry in front of them and decided immediately that she was nothing like her father. He wanted to give her a chance.

“I'm s—”

“Don't even think about it, Y/N. Looks like it's ready to take off the heat,” Fred said with a kind smile. Y/N smiled once again, but wider this time, and took the cauldron off the flame, then added the quills.

At the end of class, a couple of Slytherin boys started laughing and pointing at Fred and George. They rolled their eyes and were perfectly happy ignoring them.

“Better fetch an owl to send those cauldrons back home, Weasleys! Your mum's gotta take a bath,” one of them jeered.

Before George could retort, Y/N—who was stood closer to them than George—spoke up.

“Back off, you ass. Or I'll stuff your inflated head into a cauldron until your skull pops,” Y/N threatened.

The boys looked dumbfounded and George was sure that if Y/N had a different last name, those boys would have pummeled her.  She walked off past them all and out of the dungeons. Fred and George followed quickly behind her with impressed smiles on their faces.

“Hey! Hey, Y/N, wait up!” Fred called after her. She turned around and looked at them and waited for them to catch up.

“Thank you for that,” George said with a smile.

“Don't mention it. Honestly, it's the least I could do... I wish... well...” Y/N said with a vague gesture. George knew what she meant and nodded his head. He wondered why she was put in Slytherin.

In their second year, George was surprised and pleased to find that Y/N was a chaser for the Slytherin team, and had snuck out a couple times to watch her practice. The team was hard on her, being the only girl, but she seemed to take it well. Fred and George did their best to not directly hit her with bludgers. After their first game, George made a point to find Y/N. It was nearly dusk by the time he saw her walking back to the Slytherin dorms alone.

“Y/N, wait!” he called after her. He was still in his uniform as was she, but she had at least taken her knee and shoulder pads off.

She turned to him and George saw that she had a nice bruise on her eye. At twelve, George wasn't sure how to react.

“I didn't do that, did I..?” he asked feeling guilty if a stray bludger that he hit may have collided with her face.

“No, it wasn't you. Dad came to visit and he doesn't like losing,” Y/N muttered. George's face went pale when he realized what she meant. He only imagined the cruelty of the Malfoys up until now, but he thought that even Lucius loved his children. He didn't know what to do. Lucius was a powerful man, and there's no way he stood a chance against him. He didn't know how to help her and it killed him.

“Y/N... I had no idea... You should tell someone, a teacher! I'm sure Professor McGonagall would—” George began, but was interrupted by that same teacher's voice.

“Mister Weasley, Miss Malfoy, what on earth are you two doing this late? It's nearly curfew,” she said.

“Professor, Y/N's in t—” George began, but Y/N interrupted him.

“I'm fine, George. I'll see you around. Congratulations, good game,” Y/N said and walked away.

Once she was out of sight, George turned to McGonagall. “Professor, you have to help her. Malfoy beats her. His own child!”

McGonagall sighed and hung her head. “As much as I want to help, I cannot. Only the head of house is able to intervene like that and unfortunately if Miss Malfoy isn't going to come forward to Professor Snape, there is nothing I or you can do.”

“But she's a student! You're a teacher, you have to be able to do SOMETHING!” George pleaded with her as they made their way back to the Gryffindor common room.

“As I said before Mister Weasley, there is nothing we can do until Miss Malfoy decides for herself. My advice to you is to be a friend to her. Merlin knows she needs someone like you,” McGonagall said. George stormed up to his room and threw his gear onto the bed.

“What's got you in a knot?” Fred asked.

“Malfoy. He beats his own kid,” George grumbled and changed into his pajamas for the night. “Y/N's got a shiner only a grown man could give.”

Fred was silent, but George could feel his rage. George went to bed that night vowing to be the best friend he could to Y/N and the three of them found themselves inseparable for the rest of the year. They shared letters over the summer after George begged Y/N to come stay with them, but her father would never allow it, so they kept in touch nearly every day.

When the sorting ceremony began for their third year at Hogwarts, George could tell Y/N was nervous. He kept sending her encouraging looks from across the tables, but he soon realized why she looked upset.

“Draco Malfoy,” McGonagall called out. George looked over and saw a small first-year step up to the sorting hat. He looked nothing like his sister, but everything like his father. He had a sneer on his face and the sorting hat barely touched his head before bellowing out Slytherin. George thought back to when Y/N had been sorted. He remembered being so nervous that it didn't even register that her last name was Malfoy, but he knew the sorting hat had been on her head for a few minutes before reluctantly saying Slytherin.

Draco made his way over to his sister and sat next to her. She smiled at him and nodded encouragingly, which seemed to help Draco relax a bit. He wondered what their relationship was like. He knew how he got along with his younger siblings, but he couldn't imagine how that family dynamic differed.

“You didn't tell us you had a kid brother,” Fred said to her during Herbology.

“You never asked,” Y/N shrugged with a cheeky grin. George let out a laugh.

“Is he anything like you?” George asked and their hands gently brushed as they both reached for the plant. George let his hand linger on hers for a moment.

Y/N shook her head and went about examining the leaves. “We used to be close, but... Once I got into Hogwarts, he started to be a daddy's boy and, well...”

Fred and George nodded in understanding. Throughout the year, Y/N and Draco would be seen eating together and George hoped that Y/N would be able to mend the relationship with her brother. It wouldn't seem that way, though, for at the beginning of their fourth year in Diagon Alley, the Weasleys had a run-in with the Malfoys.

“Oh look, Potter! Got yourself a girlfriend!” Draco teased after Ginny daringly stood up to him.

“Draco, you little shit, leave them alone,” Y/N said from beside him. “And go buy that book you just destroyed.”

“No need to be so pushy, Y/N,” a sickeningly deep and silky voice said from behind Y/N before George could greet her. Y/N's face dropped and she stood submissively behind her father. George's blood boiled at the sight of Lucius Malfoy. He had seen the bruises the man had left on his dear friend and it took every bit of strength within him to not tackle him right then. Fred looped his arm with George's to keep him from bolting forward until the Malfoys left the shop. Y/N looked back apologetically, but was then yanked away by her father's forceful hand. George saw red as he went to run after her and probably hex Lucius in the meantime, but Fred held him back with a shake of his head.

“You can't always be a hero, George,” Fred muttered. George didn't calm down until the three of them had found a compartment on the train.

“Are you alright?” George asked Y/N and sat next to her. She nodded.

“I'm sorry about him. He's...” Y/N trailed off. George looked at her with concern and gently took her hand in his. Y/N smiled slightly and allowed him to hold her hand with his gentle and soft touch.

“Awful?”

“Horrible?”

“Bigoted?”

“Evil?”

“Atrocious?”

Y/N smiled and shook her head with a small laugh at the twins' sounding off insults about her father. His hatred only burned brighter for the Malfoy patriarch when Y/N returned from Christmas holiday wincing every time she breathed. George was extra careful with her—he didn't want to hurt her worse, but he wanted her to know that his touch was one she could count on to be gentle and loving.

“Y/N you should go to Madam Pomfrey... looks like it's getting worse,” Fred said after he had made her laugh with a joke. Y/N shook her head, then bit her lip and looked at them.

“Would one of you be willing to... check?” Y/N said. “Just for a minute to make sure it's not.. worse...”

George's heart clenched and he got up from the table with her hand in his. Fred sent him and encouraging look and hung his head with furrowed brows. George knew Fred would cover for them and they headed into the abandoned girl's bathroom.

George's heart pounded as Y/N locked the door behind them and started to take her robes off to show him her injuries. He felt his breath hitch and his chest was filled with emotions. As she lifted her button-up shirt and Slytherin tie, he saw numerous dark purple, black, and green bruises along her abdomen. It was a shocking sight, and George felt his eyes well up with tears as she turned her back to show him the worst of it. Almost every part of her back was covered in linear and round bruises. He couldn't imagine what she had been through, and he wanted to kill Lucius.

“Well..? Do you see any blood?” Y/N asked.

“No, but... your whole back is purple, love...” he said and gingerly grazed his fingers along her spine. “You should go to Madam Pomfrey, please... I'll go with you.”

“No, she'll just tell Snape and then I'll get it even worse over summer,” Y/N protested.

“I don't know how it could get worse than this,” George said aloud. Y/N put herself back together and faced him with a serious expression that told George she knew it could get worse. He hurt for her and reached out to grip her hands in his. He held them for a moment and rubbed the tops of her knuckles with his thumbs.

“I can't let you go back,” he told her.

“You have to...” Y/N said. She squeezed his hands and gave him a warm smile, then left the bathroom with him gently holding her hand.

~*~

After a small argument between Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint over the Quidditch field, Draco was revealed to be the new Slytherin Seeker, which Fred and George rolled their eyes at.

“At least nobody on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They all got in on pure talent,” Hermione interjected.

“Nobody asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood,” Draco spat.

“Draco!” Y/N gasped in disbelief and disapproval. George's jaw clenched as he saw Draco turn to her with a dark expression.

“Eat slugs!” Ron said and flicked his wand, but was sent backward. The Gryffindor team rushed to Ron and George noticed that Y/N had followed rather than staying behind with her brother and teammates who were laughing uncontrollably. George looked at her just in time for her to make a disgusted face as his younger brother puked up a slug.

“Fraternizing with the Weasleys, eh, Y/N? Father won't be pleased with that... Disgraceful,” Draco taunted. Y/N looked back at him and threw her broomstick at her brother's feet.

“This may come as a shock to you, but I'm not interested in pleasing him. I quit,” she said through her teeth and stormed off. Fred and George shared a look for a moment and ran after her.

“Y/N! Y/N wait!” Fred called. It wasn't until they reached the Black Lake that Y/N finally stopped and sank to her knees. George approached her with gentle caution and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Y/N...? Love..?” George asked her. She looked at him with tears running down her face.

“I never even wanted to be on the team, and now he's got them all under his thumb,” Y/N sobbed. George looked back at Fred, who shrugged.

“It's going to be okay,” George said and gently patted her back.

“I was supposed to be in Ravenclaw, you know. I begged the sorting hat to put me in Slytherin because I was so scared that if I wasn't I'd never be allowed home,” Y/N cried. “And now Draco's made it okay to use that horrible language—did you see that poor girl's face?!”

George didn't know what to do, but he wanted to take her pain away. She sat down on the grass and hung her head so her chin touched her chest and shook with tears. Fred walked over and the two of them shared a look of hopelessness before wrapping their arms around her. She placed her hands on each of their arms and rested her head on George's bicep. Fred rubbed her back gently and George held her close.

~*~

It was their seventh year at Hogwarts now, and Y/N had barely written to the twins over the summer, and George was anxious to see her. With the impending threat of Voldemort's return, George wondered how the Malfoys had treated her and worried about her almost constantly. He saw her sit next to her brother in a solemn manner at the Slytherin table. He was now taller than her and he reminded George very much of Lucius. The way Y/N stood behind him was all too familiar and George hated himself for not forcing her to come stay with them after Cedric's murder. Y/N looked up at George and as soon as they made eye contact, she looked away in fear. He looked suspiciously at Draco, who smirked and patted his sister's shoulder. George's stomach went sick and he barely ate anything that night. It was several months into the school year and it seemed that Draco had been tasked with keeping Y/N in line. Every time Fred or George wanted to talk to Y/N, Draco would somehow appear and shoo them away from his sister. It wasn't until just before summer break that George was able to get Y/N alone.

It was just past curfew and George knew he shouldn't be out of bed, but he didn't care. He needed to get to the Slytherin common room and see Y/N. Things had gone from bad to worse at Hogwarts and he had to make sure she was okay.

As he passed one of the courtyards, he saw someone on a bench and heard sobs. He recognized the voice and he nearly flew over to her and placed his arms around Y/N. She must have recognized his embrace immediately because her arms flung around him and he held her close.

“I've missed you so much...” Y/N said. His heart swelled and he pulled her closer to him. He placed his face in the crook of her neck and breathed her in. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed her and longed for her touch until this moment when he had her in his arms again. He pulled back to look at her face and left one arm still wrapped around her while the other reached up and placed a hand on her cheek.

“What's wrong, darling?” he asked and wiped her tears. Y/N shook her head.

“He wants me to be a Death Eater... He's going to make me get a dark mark this holiday, I can't... I don't want that,” Y/N said through sobs. “I have no choice, George, he's going to kill me if I don't do it...”

George shook his head. There is no way he would allow this. This was the last straw. “No, you're coming to live with me and Fred. It's safe there.”

Y/N shook her head. “I couldn't... Draco would catch on.”

“You know I want you, right?” he said surprising himself. “I don't know that I've ever tried to hide it, but I need you to know for certain that you're the one for me.”

Y/N looked at him and her face crumpled into despair. “We can't, George... My family would kill you, there's nothing I can do...”

“Do you love me?”

“What?”

“Do you love me?” George repeated in desperation. He searched her eyes for any indication, and he found tears swimming in them and falling down her cheeks.

“Of course I do, George, but we—”

“Then we'll leave tomorrow. Fred and I will cause a distraction, and we'll head off. Draco's taking his OWLs tomorrow with the rest of the fifth years, yes? Well, we'll stow away then. You managed to get away from him tonight,” George reasoned and held her shoulders gently. Y/N thought it over and looked up at George.

“What about you and Fred? Graduation and everything, you'd miss it,” Y/N asked. George shook his head.

“You are the most important thing to me, do you understand? You're everything,” he said and held her face in his hand once more. Y/N's expression softened and George looked into her eyes to tell her that he was being honest and true to her. She nodded and George smiled.

“You better get back, Fred and I will come and get you tomorrow. Pack a bag, but don't be too obvious,” George instructed. Y/N nodded and smiled at him.

“Thank you, George...” she said. George swallowed hard and pulled her close to his chest, then kissed the top of her head and poured his love into it. She looked up at him after a beat and her eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips. George's heart was beating nearly out of his chest and the words he'd been longing to say were bubbling to the surface, but not coming out. Throwing caution to the wind, he shook his head slightly and pressed his lips to hers. He held the back of her head with one hand and pulled her body close to his with the other, and he felt her fingers tangle in his ginger locks. He remembered each night he yearned for her safety and the touches he gave her to reassure her that he was there over the years and put all of those feelings into this kiss. He didn't know if she meant this kiss the same way he did, but he didn't care. He poured his soul into that kiss it seemed and he drank in every move of her lips and every flick of her tongue that she gave. He knew they didn't have much time before Draco would catch on to Y/N being gone, so he ended the kiss before he wanted to.

“Tomorrow,” he promised as he broke away. Y/N nodded and George noticed her lips were swollen slightly from their kiss. They parted ways and George could hear his heart in his ears as he took the passageways back to his dorm. He was thrilled that he'd finally shown the girl of his dreams how he felt, and he was overjoyed to tell Fred of the plan.

“You alright, mate?” Fred asked when George slipped back into the room. George, slightly lovestruck and coming down from the high that was his first kiss with Y/N, nodded.

“We're busting Y/N out tomorrow and we're leaving,” George told him. Fred eyed him and smiled.

“So that's why you look like that. Wait, you snogged her, didn't you? Don't lie to me, now, I can see her gloss on your lip,” Fred said and pointed to George's lower lip. He pressed his lips together and licked the small bit of watermelon gloss she had left away.

“She was just saying thank you,” George reasoned and began to pack a bag full of his things.

“Oh I'm sure all of those longing glances and excuses to touch her totally slipped right past her,” Fred said sarcastically and mirrored George's actions with his own bag. George scoffed and rolled his eyes.

The morning after, Fred and George skipped all of their classes and followed Y/N from a distance. She was being escorted by two older Slytherins that George and Fred noticed to be seventh years.  Once it struck ten in the morning, they knew the OWLs had started. The two Slytherins were stationed outside of the charms classroom where Y/N resided inside.

“And what are you two doing?” McGonagall asked from beside them as Fred and George watched on.

“Draco's busy, so we're looking after Y/N in there,” one of them said to her. “Umbridge gave us passes.”

“Well, I say we have a talk with her then about the importance of student attendance per the Ministry's policy, hmm? Let's go,” McGonagall said and pulled the boys away from the door. They reluctantly left their posts and McGonagall made eye contact with George and flicked her head towards the classroom with a wink.

“Did you?” George asked Fred.

“No, did you?”

“No.”

They smiled and ran into the classroom as fast as they could.

“Sorry, Professor Flitwick!” Fred said and they quickly found Y/N. George helped her up and she looked slightly alarmed and put her backpack on.

“We're on a rescue mission,” George said and gripped Y/N's hand.

“Oh-um.. By all means,” Flitwick said and waved them out. “Good luck.”

“We always loved your class!” Fred said and the three of them ran out of the room.

“Accio cleansweep!” they said as they ran towards where Umbridge chained their brooms up. With a loud clang, two brooms flew through the hallways and Fred and George mounted their brooms in midair. George held his hand out for Y/N and she took it with a smile.

“Hold on tight, my love,” he told her. She nodded and gripped around his waist as they sped off toward the great hall.

“Ready, Fred?”

“Ready, George!”

The pair tossed each other various explosives as they ransacked the hall and disrupted the students. They sent a flash bomb to shatter all of Umbridge's ridiculous decrees, and set off fireworks in the sky of the hall. As a finale, they sent a dragon after Umbridge and the entire school was out in the courtyard to watch in glee at Umbridge's horrified face. They painted their logo in the sky as a final farewell to the school they loved. In the crowd, George spotted Draco, who looked extremely angry. George flipped him the bird and they sped off to the Burrow.

After all of the chaos and a fairly long broom flight, they landed at the Burrow with smiles. George helped Y/N dismount and the three of them shared a big hug.

“Thank you... I owe you,” Y/N said. Fred shook his head.

“You would have done the same for us,” he said. George nodded.

“Besides... We've got a business to plan if you're interested,” George said with a wink.

Y/N smiled and nodded. The three of them walked into the house and Y/N seemed to be in awe.

“I know it's no mansion like you're used to, but... we make do,” George said, suddenly feeling bashful about the stark difference from what Y/N must be used to as calling home.

“It's perfect...” she said with her eyes glued to the towering house. George smiled and looked at her with love in his eyes. He slipped his hand into hers and Y/N looked down at their hands and then back up at George, who had a quizzical look on his face as if he were asking permission. Y/N smiled and locked their fingers together, then they entered the house.

“What on earth are you two doing here?! Oh, hello there, dear, I don't believe we've met. Did my boys kidnap you? Oh I knew you two would do something like this one day,” Molly said once they entered the house.

“This is our friend, Y/N... We couldn't take it anymore, Mum. Umbridge was making a prison out of the school. We figured missing the last month of our last year wouldn't hurt us. And Y/N... well...” Fred began and then stopped and looked at Y/N.

“I'm so sorry to intrude... Your sons saved me from a terrible fate, I owe them, and you, my life,” Y/N said. Molly's face fell.

“Oh dear, you're the Malfoy girl, aren't you?” Molly said with a hurt expression. “You can stay as long as you need, dear. I'm glad at least one person in that family has sense... Well, your father should be back from work at any moment now and we'll all have dinner, yes?”

“Oh I'm starving,” George said. He went to walk up to his room and put his things down and pulled Y/N along with him for their hands were still interlocked.

“So this is your room...” Y/N concluded and smiled at the boys' decorated room.

“We've got a bed for you!” Fred said and with a wave of his wand he made a bed appear in the middle of theirs with the mattresses almost touching.

When it was time for dinner, the four Weasleys sat down and Y/N sat between Fred and George.

“Never thought I'd see a Malfoy sat at my table, but from what I've heard, you're more like a Weasley anyway,” Arthur said with a smile to Y/N.

“Thank you for letting me stay here... You have no idea what you've saved me from,” Y/N said.

“I know very well how cruel your father can be, my dear. I hope you feel safe here. So boys... you've secured a place in Diagon Alley?” Arthur responded and changed the subject.

“Oh yeah! Right at the corner when you walk in, can't miss it!” Fred said with his mouth full.

“Excellent!” Arthur said and tucked into his food.

George smiled as he watched Y/N eat his mum's shepherd's pie like she hadn't eaten in days. For all he knew she hadn't. He took his own bites and made eye contact with his mum, who gave him a knowing look. He shook his head and blushed—the woman was too observant.

That night, George got himself ready for bed while Y/N showered in the bathroom adjacent to their room.

“You boys did a very brave thing today. Stupid, but brave and noble...” Arthur said on his way to retire for the night.

Fred and George shared a look and smiled at each other.

“We finally did it, we got her out,” Fred remarked. George smiled and nodded. Now all he had to do was tell her how he felt. When Y/N returned from the bathroom, she was wearing the shirt George had lent her and he smiled at her. Fred excused himself for a bit to give them privacy.

“How are you feeling?” George said and walked over to her. He pulled her hands to his and felt her soft skin in his palms. His eyes traveled up her arms and he saw faint bruises that resembled handprints, he assumed from being hauled around the school by her brother or his goons.

“I'm okay, I think... I'm glad I'm here with you,” she said and looked up at him. George smiled and guided her over to her bed.

“I'm sure you're exhausted, love,” he said as he sat on his mattress and she sat on hers.

“Yeah a little bit...” she said and bit her lip. George looked at her with concern.

“You're safe here, we all are. I promise,” he told her as he looked into her eyes.

“I know... I just... George, did you mean what you said yesterday?” she asked with a look of hope in her eyes.

George smiled and held her cheek. “Every word.”

Y/N smiled. “Good...”

~*~

The battle of Hogwarts was over. Harry was dead and George was sure he was about lose his life, too. He held Y/N's hand as tightly as he could and rubbed his hand over the ring that he'd placed on her finger not two months ago. They had lost so many today and he'd be damned if he lost his love, too. He'd die before he let her be cursed or killed.

“Draco... Draco! Draco, come,” Lucius spat at his son and beckoned him to join the Death Eaters.

George could see Y/N looking at her younger brother. Almost all eyes were on Draco and the boy looked torn. He looked over to where his sister stood. Y/N held George's hand and he could tell that they had made eye contact. Fred stood defensively with his brother.

“No... This has gone on long enough... I turned on the only person in my family I ever cared about, but I won't do it a second time,” Draco said and made his way over to Y/N as the Death Eaters stared in shock at Draco's insolence.

George stood in front of Y/N protectively, but she let go of his hand and stood in front of Draco.

“I'm sorry,” Draco said. Y/N wrapped her arms around her taller brother and he accepted her hug with his own.

“Avada kedavra!” George heard Lucius shout and the crowd erupted in chaos as Draco fell to the ground on top of Y/N.

“No! Y/N!! Y/N!!” Fred and George screamed for her. With panicked and shaking hands, they moved Draco's body off of her. George barely glanced at Draco's dead form and went to check Y/N.

“I'm okay...” Y/N said, which sent a wave of relief through him. George barely had time to register that Harry wasn't dead and Voldemort was throwing curses all around in frustration and anger that his adversary had bested him.

“Where are you going?!” George yelled after Y/N, who had sprinted off after her father. She dodged Voldemort's aimless explosions and made her way to the bridge.

“Go after her! I'll pull Draco into the hall!” Fred instructed. Without another thought, George ran after her and caught up just as she disarmed her father on the bridge that connected Hogwarts and the outside world.

“Expeliarmus!” she shouted and his wand flew into the ravine.

“I knew you'd turn out to be no good, but I'd rather Draco dead than sink to the depths you've sunk,” Lucius seethed.

“SHUT UP!” Y/N bellowed through tears. “You're going to Azkaban where you belong.”

Lucius laughed. “And who's going to make me? Two blood traitors?”

“Crucio!” Y/N cursed and Lucius fell onto the stone. Narcissa watched in horror and covered her sobs with her mouth at her husband's cries of pain.

“Y/N, stop... this isn't you,” George calmed with a hand on her shoulder.

“He killed my brother just as we were going to make progress. Now I'll never have that. He's ruined my life too many times for me to just let him get away,” Y/N said, continuing her curse.

“Love...” George said as he saw her eyes flood with tears and spill over onto her cheeks. He lowered her wand for her and she let him. With a flick of his wand and a muttered spell, Lucius was under the body-bind hex indefinitely. George turned her head to face his. “You're not that person.”

Y/N sobbed and George pulled her into his chest. They were there for several minutes before Fred caught up to them. He had a smile on his face as dawn broke.

“Voldemort's dead! Up in smoke. Harry's done it!” Fred said with a smile. He knelt down and held his brother and future sister in law.

Y/N composed herself long enough to watch her mother and father be hauled away with the rest of the remaining Death Eaters. George held onto her the whole time. They made their way back tot he Great Hall and Y/N sat next to Draco's body and held his hand. She said nothing, and George sat with her for as long as it took the rest of the Order to move the bodies to the mortuary, including his. Y/N took  deep breath and leaned against George.

“I want to go home,” Y/N said. George nodded and held her hand as they walked off the grounds, then apparated back to their flat above Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. There weren't words spoken between them, but George made every effort to have Y/N exert none. He undressed her and turned the bath on for them, then helped her in and supported her against him. He used a loofah and her favorite soap to wash the sweat, dirt, and blood from her body and he noticed that she had gained a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing too serious, thankfully. After washing himself, he rinsed them both off and drew a fresh bath of warm soapy water for them to relax in.

“George?” Y/N said in a small voice.

“Hm?” he responded as he mindlessly rubbed her arm with his fingers.

“Do you think less of me?” she asked. George sat up slightly and looked at her.

“Now what makes you say that?” he asked.

“I've dreamed of cursing Lucius for years...” she said.

“You and everyone else in this family, my dear,” George said and leaned his head back and closed his eyes enjoying the warmth of her skin and the water around him.

“I'm serious.”

“So am I.”

Y/N rested her head on his damp and bare chest, and George smiled and wrapped an arm around her. When they got out of the tub, Y/N seemed to be feeling better, and she greeted Fred with a warm hug when he returned to their shared flat. He retired to his room and George was sure he had the same sort of bath that George and Y/N shared earlier. It was dark outside and George wasn't really sure what time it was, but he and Y/N were tucked into bed. He held her close against his chest and her body perfectly conformed to him as it often had. In a few moments, he felt her soft and even breathing against him and he smiled knowing that she was sleeping. He kissed her forehead and thanked the stars that he was able to have her in his life.

[fanfictionaries]

The Seduction of Sirius Black - Part 1

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Sirius Black

Summary:

Hermione loves her boyfriend, but there’s just one little problem -- she’s hopelessly attracted to Sirius Black. 

Warnings: Swearing, Smut/18+ NSFW, Angst, Ron bashing (sorry) 

Author’s Note: Posting some old stuff! Honestly, editing it has been a nice lead back into really writing. Very cathartic! 

Also, apologies for the Ron bashing in this story. I know it’s a stupid trope and to a certain extent I really enjoy Ron as a character, buuuuut I’m using it as a cheap way to move plot. 

ALSO, this is obviously a AU where Sirius didn’t die in the Department of Mysteries. 

ALSO (and this is the last one I swear), I AM a big fan of Wolfstar but I also have daddy issues and find Sirius Black extremely attractive and this is my tumblr so I can write the stories I want I guess. Haha Not to mention, Sirius Black gives BIG bisexual energy.  

MASTERLIST

*** 

Hermione didn’t really know when it had happened – this attraction to Sirius Black. It wasn’t as if she had woken up one day with the sudden urge to jump across the table and shag the older wizard into the next life. The whole thing had occurred much more gradually than that, she supposed. However, despite all of the trivial aspects of her…situation, Hermione chose instead to focus purely on the fact that he was entirely off limits. For many reasons. There was no way anyone in her close-knit circle of friends would be okay with her becoming entangled with a man more than twice her age and who also happened to be her best friend’s god father. It would be unacceptable. It would be impractical. Most of all it would be highly inappropriate as she was currently dating her other best friend, Ronald Weasley.

She supposed the attraction was inevitable to a certain degree. At the beginning, nearly a year and half ago, things like physical attraction were far from her mind. She’d just started her new position at the Ministry, Harry and Ron were training to be Aurors, the war had just come to an end and thus her life was a whirlwind of people and places. But over time things slowed down. Ronald was stationed away on official Auror business more and more often, leaving very little time for him to visit her and when he did come back, he had to split his time between her and his large family. Harry, having waited for Ginny to finish her final year at Hogwarts, had gone and married her the summer after and for all intents and purposes abandoned her. Harry…

It was really all Harry’s fault. Or at least that’s what Hermione liked to think whenever she felt her heart skip and her pulse slip between her thighs in Sirius Black’s presence. It had been Harry’s idea for Hermione to move into Grimmauld Place with him and Sirius after the war. Family, it seemed, had taken an important role in everyone’s lives when Lord Voldemort fell for the final time. All of the Weasley children had moved back to their childhood home of the Burrow – even Charlie much to everyone’s great surprise and delight. Tonks and Remus moved in with her mother and father, Andromeda and Theodore, to bask in the cheer of their newborn baby Teddy. And Harry had moved in with Sirius. Everyone had felt the need to be closer than ever to the ones that they loved, and Hermione completely understood that need. In fact, if she had had a family to go to, she would have moved in with them as well. But her parents were still in Australia somewhere, the location even unknown to herself as she’d designed it that way. Harry, being fully aware of this fact, insisted that she move in with him and Sirius. Hermione had been fully prepared to get her own flat in London. But after a bit of prodding she’d accepted Harry’s offer, secretly grateful that her best friend was so kind and thoughtful. Now, she probably cursed him name at least five times a day.

Hermione had been happy for him and Ginny when they announced their engagement. She’d cried not only when Ginny asked her to be her maid of honor, but also when the two had said their ‘I do’s. However, Harry moved out of Grimmauld Place following their marriage and subsequently left her to live with Sirius Black all by herself. So now she sat in the quaint little kitchen of the Black home, sipping her morning tea, and trying incredibly hard to keep her attention on her book rather than glance up at the rugged wizard sitting across from her.

“Hmpf” Sirius let out the little sound of surprise before continuing, “Would you look at that. Sources say that while Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, announces no final decisions have been made in regard to the recent Magical Creature Equality Act proposed last month, there are certain voices in the Ministry that are persuading not only the members of the Wizengamot, but the Minister himself to vote yes for magical creature equality.” He read the words aloud, peaking over his paper at her and raising his eyebrows. “I wonder who those certain voices or voice is…” he mused humorously.

It was no secret that shortly after being appointed a position in the Ministry department of Magical Creatures, Hermione had gone about being a personal activist for Magical Creature rights. Merlin, she had written almost the entire Act herself. Her hand still cramped at the thought of the hours she spent in her office and the library at Grimmauld Place scribbling away with her quill.

“No idea,” Hermione responded, feigning ignorance but blushing all the same in embarrassment. She kept her eyes on the pages of her book but found no matter how many times she read and reread the same paragraph she couldn’t retain it. Slowly her eyes shifted to the man in front of her. His gaze was fixed on the paper and so she was free to take him in. He had just showered, his wavy brown hair hanging damp to his shoulders. It made him look, in her opinion, especially delectable that morning. Hermione felt herself blush even deeper at the lewd thoughts threatening to enter her mind before looking back down at her book and scolding herself.

“So, when is Ronald coming for a visit again? Need me to clear off any time soon?” Sirius asked, sparking up conversation after the long bout of silence.

“Unfortunately, he won’t be back till next month,” she sighed, ignoring the second half of Sirius’s question.

“Well that’s not too bad I suppose—” Sirius smiled warmly and set down his paper as he stood up “—It gives you plenty of time to focus on getting the Ministry on board with your Act before you’re…distracted.” Sirius added the last part with a teasing implication not lost on Hermione.

“My Act?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow jokingly as she stood up as well and took her teacup to the sink. She grabbed the sponge to begin washing up when Sirius took it from her hand.

“I can do the washing up. You’re going to be late for work. Besides, it’s not like I work or anything. Might as well do something productive today,” he stated dryly, turning on the tap.

“Hmm, yes. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. You’ve become quite the lay-about. When are you going to get a job and start contributing to the household?” Hermione asked cheekily.

“Lay-about? Need I remind you that this is my house that you live in, rent free. You’re lucky a kind old man like me has taken a liking to you, or you’d be on the streets, kitten,” Sirius said, flicking some water off his fingertips in her direction.

“More like taken pity on me—” Hermione shook her head “—and you’re far from an old man, Sirius. I swear, you’d like people to think you’re closer to eighty than twenty!” She exited the kitchen and slipped into her heels next to the front door.

“Mind picking up some milk on your way home, kitten? We’re almost out!” Sirius called out to her, ignoring her statement on his age. Hermione tried not to focus on the way her stomach flipped in response to Sirius using his nickname for her for a second time that morning.

“Sure thing!” she called back before exiting the front door and apparating the moment she hit the sidewalk.

Hermione found it very difficult to work that day. The summer heat had become abysmal, proving to be quite the sticky, humid season, and of course that meant the Ministry’s cooling charms were on the fritz. By the time the day was over, Hermione’s hair had grown three times its size. Catching her reflection in a Ministry window, Hermione had gasped at its state. Even she hadn’t known it could get that big. In addition, her silk blouse that she had tucked into a polyester pencil skirt had become damp and uncomfortable from the sweat that accumulated on her body throughout the day.  And even after casting multiple drying spells to herself and her clothes, there was still nothing she could do about her hair. To add to her physical discomfort, she also struggled with a mental discomfort as well. Ron had been plaguing her mind all day long.

Ronald Weasley. Her oldest friend, now boyfriend. It hadn’t been a shock to anyone when they had gotten together after the war had ended. It had almost been expected in fact. She’d liked him since third year and aside from his short tryst with Lavender Brown, it had been obvious they would be together. Hermione loved Ron, she really did, but he was gone so often. Gone often and when he was home things felt…off. His affection seemed to have waned and Hermione was left thinking that perhaps it had something to do with her. Every time he chose to kiss her cheek as opposed to her lips or pat her leg friendly instead of holding her hand Hermione felt a little blow to her confidence. Bitterly she thought of how he and Lavender had been all over each other sixth year. She certainly wouldn’t enjoy having Ron’s tongue shoved down her throat in broad daylight, but surely, it’d be nice to have him show a bit of affection. In the beginning he’d been much more enthusiastic. They would often sneak off for a cheeky snog and hands often lingered under tables. They’d even gone all the way. It had been romantic and sweet, and Ron had certainly enjoyed himself. Or at least she thought he had. But now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe she’d been rubbish at it and he didn’t know how to tell her. Maybe he just didn’t find her attractive anymore. She had put on a bit of weight in the past year and a half. Hermione figured it was for the best as she was no longer starving to death on the run from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. But now when she looked in the mirror her eyes focused for too long on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the thickness of her thighs, and the softness of her stomach.

Despite this possibility, Hermione couldn’t help but feel guilty about her lustful thoughts involving Sirius. She often tried to reason with herself that it was perfectly normal to feel such base emotions. Everyone had them and as long as she didn’t act on them, she was fine. She was just lonely, and Sirius was there.

Resolving to speak with Ron about her concerns when he returned in a week, Hermione shook the troubling thoughts from her head and continued down Diagon Alley, intending to just pop by the small corner store at the end for some milk and maybe some ice-cream for later. She needed a small pick-me-up after the day she’d had. Jogging the last few steps to the corner store, Hermione pulled open the heavy door and sighed happily as the cooling charms inside enveloped her. She wiped her forehead with her arm and headed to the back of the store where the freezer section was. The store was practically deserted aside from a single witch staring at the ice pops with a heavy look of concentration. Hermione walked up next to her to stare at the ice-cream choices and smiled when she spotted the Rocky Road. It was Ron’s favorite.

“It’s a scorcher out there, innit?” commented the witch, her thick London accent coming through endearingly sweet. Hermione looked to her left and took in the girl. She was thin and tan with beautiful golden hair tied up into a long ponytail. She had a friendly, heart-shaped face and sparkly green eyes. Something about her seemed familiar – Hermione must have seen her somewhere before.

“I’m practically melting,” agreed Hermione, shaking her head, and grabbing the Rocky Road, thinking she would have that tonight rather than her usual Mint Chocolate-Chip.

“Any fun plans for the heat?” the pretty blonde asked casually, grabbing a box of grape ice pops and a carton of Rocky Road ice-cream as well.

“Not really. Probably just go home and cast as many cooling charms as possible—” Hermione crinkled her nose and quirked the corner of her mouth in a wry grin “—Yourself?”

“Me and my boyfriend are planning a nice night in. He’s just got back from assignment with the Ministry. He’s an Auror, so we’re doing a bit of celebrating before he has to go back.” The girl smiled, her voice heavy with adoration.

“How nice! My boyfriend’s an Auror as well.”

“Really?” the girl asked, eyes lighting up.

“Yes, he’s actually away on assignment right now. I wonder if they know—” Hermione had been about to ask if perhaps their respective partners were familiar with each other when a voice called out from the end of the aisle.

“Babe, they didn’t have the crisps you like, but—” Basket hanging from one hand and a bag of Salt and Vinegar crisps in the other, Ron stopped dead in his tracts at the sight of Hermione. His eyes grew wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “’Mione?”

Hermione stared back too, but unlike Ron she was unable to find her voice. Instead she just stared. Ron was back from assignment? Why hadn’t he told her? What was he doing there? Why was he calling this girl babe when—

“Wait—‘Mione? As in Hermione Granger?” the witch asked, taking a step back from Hermione and towards Ron. She looked at Hermione with wide, incredulous eyes. “Oh my gosh, I feel so foolish. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you.”

Hermione looked on in confusion as she watched the witch hook her arm in Ron’s and smile politely back at her.

“Hermione,” Ron said her name again, but Hermione was too busy taking the two of them in. She felt like an absolute fool. The carton of Rocky Road slipped from her fingers and landed on the linoleum floor of the shop with a dull thud. Then, in a panic, Hermione turned on the spot and fled, hearing Ron’s call after her mix with a small ‘Oh my’ from the pretty blonde witch.

There were a million places Hermione could have gone. There were a million places Hermione should have gone. All of them much better choices than the seedy little muggle bar she found just outside of Diagon Alley. She should have gone home. Or to Harry. Or to Ginny. The smart choice was to tell someone what had happened and to talk it out. But instead, she spent the next four hours doing her best to get well and truly pissed. Drinking wasn’t like Hermione and certainly the first glass of whiskey had been hard to get down. But she found after the first two, she hardly tasted the biting liquid anymore and the dulling effect of the alcohol was just so nice.

It was just past ten in the evening when Hermione left the bar, tipping this way and that way in her heels and feeling exceptionally light-headed. The night had cooled down and the sun had just set, allowing Hermione to feel some semblance of relief as she walked down the street to a nearby alleyway. It probably wasn’t the best idea to apparate when she was so inebriated, but Hermione wasn’t really thinking in that moment. She just knew she didn’t want to walk. Thankfully, she managed to land, although very ungracefully, in front of Grimmauld Place without splinching herself.

“Shit,” Hermione whispered followed by a snort of laughter when she tripped over the threshold after finally getting her key in the keyhole. The world had gone all wobbly it had taken her ages to find the right key and get it in the lock. Closing the front door as quietly behind her as possible Hermione found herself overtaken by the strong urge to laugh again. Hermione Granger was well and truly sloshed and for some reason she found that to be very funny.

“Hermione?”

Hermione jumped at her name, letting out a little shriek as she turned around and found Sirius standing in the hall. The hall was dark, but light streamed out through the doorway to the kitchen illuminating him in long shadows where he stood, arms crossed.

“Sirius—” Hermione held a hand to her heart, feeling it beat wildly in her chest. “I didn’t think you’d still be up.”

“It’s past eleven, where have you been?” There was a strange tone to his voice, like he was angry with her but also like he was speaking to a small, frightened animal.

Past eleven? How long had it taken her to unlock the front door?

“I was—” Hermione tripped on the rug, catching herself on the wall and letting out another little laugh “—I stopped and had a little post-work drink.” Her words were slurred, even to her own ears and she laughed again, holding a hand over mouth in embarrassment. “Well, maybe one or two post-work drinks.”

“Are you drunk, kitten?” Sirius asked, sounding amused now.

Hermione continued down the hall, getting closer and closer to Sirius. Each step was a new struggle. A trip here, a wobble there. But Hermione didn’t care. In fact, she felt…good. Free almost. “Maaaaybe,” she drawled, giggling like a small child as she closed the last bit of distance and swayed before Sirius.

He stared down at her, arms now uncrossed as he seemed to be trying to figure out whether he should be amused or concerned. Hermione’s mouth went dry. Now that she was closer, she could see him more clearly and Merlin did she see him. There was a shadow of facial hair across his square jaw, and down his neck. Hermione found herself wondering what it felt like – whether it was soft or rough. Gaze traveling down the thickness of his neck she found his upperhalf bare, the only thing covering his torso, an open robe revealing the inky black of his tattoos. She loved his tattoos. They made him look dangerous. Mysterious. Hot. His chest was free of hair, the lean muscles dipping low and high like delicious hills and valleys she’d so like to explore. In fact…she reached out a hand, her body working opposite of a clear head as her fingertips tentatively touched the smooth planes of Sirius’ chest. He was warm.

He went sort of rigid under her touch, but Hermione barely noticed. Instead she was too entranced by the feel of him. Had she ever touched him before? She didn’t think she had. Her gazed traveled further south and with it, so did her fingertips. Ghosting down the center of his chest from sternum to bellybutton, she blushed furiously at the sight of thick dark hair starting at his navel and disappearing below a pair of pajama pants that sat dangerously low on his hips. She swallowed thickly, her breath coming in thick hot puffs as her hand traveled further, barely brushing the thick hair before a hand shot out and grasped her wrist.

Hermione gasped, looking up suddenly into the stormy eyes of Sirius Black before her. He lifted her wrist to shoulder height, pulling her forward slightly as he did it. The distance between them closed even more.

“Kitten.” It was a warning. Hermione knew it. But for some reason her whiskey-idled brain didn’t care. She liked the risk behind his tone. Her body practically purred at the sound of his special nickname just for her – the irony of that sentiment lost on her in the moment.

“Yes, Sirius?” she responded, her voice coming out deep and breathy and dare she say seductive? Hermione had never sounded like that before. She kind of liked it. Looking up at him with her best attempt at innocent eyes, she waited for him to say something.

Sirius stared down at her, his face a stony mask, but a war was raging behind his eyes. Hermione’s gaze flickered from the stormy grey of his eyes to the fullness of his lips and back up. With a deep breath and a long swallow that made his Adam’s apple bob in a mouth-watering way, Sirius finally spoke.

“You should go to bed.”

Hermione huffed, a bit like a petulant child but not quite as bratty. “What if I don’t want to?”

“It wasn’t really a suggestion.” His tone was dark, and it sent a surprising thrill through Hermione’s body. Her center throbbed. Her breath hitched. Maybe it was all in her head – this thick tension between them. Or maybe it wasn’t. It was certainly taboo, this…energy radiating between them. But Hermione didn’t really care because in that moment she made the sudden realization that she could have this. She could have this and not be the bad guy. Ron was the bad guy. All those months of guilt for feeling basic human attraction and he was off shagging some beautiful, leggy blonde. But now…she didn’t have to feel guilty anymore.

Before she could stop herself, Hermione lifted up onto her toes and closed the distance between them. Their lips pressed together for a moment, firm and warm. When Sirius failed to respond, Hermione’s stomach dropped, and she made the mortifying realization that he didn’t want to kiss her. She was just beginning to pull away, an apology poised on her lips when the grip on her wrist vanished and reappeared around her waist, pulling her in tightly as Sirius’s lips claimed her own.

It all happened very quickly. A meshing of lips and teeth and tongue that left her hot, sticky, and out of breath. Before she knew it, she was being pushed up against the wall of the hallway, her back and head hitting the plaster hard, but she did not care. The only thing she could focus on was the feeling of Sirius’s lips on her own and the hot cloud of their shared breath.

His hands remained wrapped tightly around her torso, gripping the material of her blouse in his fists, but Hermione’s hands were everywhere. She wanted to touch all of him, and she was determined to do so. It wasn’t until her hands wound themselves around his neck and threaded up into his hair, gripping the strands vice-like, that Sirius broke. He let out a ragged groan before moving his hands from around her waist to her front. Grabbing the material of her blouse in each hand, he gave a great tug, not even bothering to try and unbutton it. Hermione gasped at the sound of ripping fabric and the pop of her blouse buttons. Cool air brushing her sensitive skin and the hitch in his breath made Hermione acutely aware that she was now bare to him from the waist up. She remembered the bra she’d chosen to wear that day – a thin and see-through number that cupped her breasts perfectly but left little to the imagination. He was kissing her neck then, sucking and biting in ways that left her breathless and needy. His hands covered her breasts, kneading and stroking in a gentle way that contrasted so strikingly with how he was attacking her neck.

The only thing Hermione could do in that moment was hold on for dear life. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and when Sirius’s mouth traveled south to envelope of her nipples, she thought that actually had. She let out a low, needy moan and arched into him. Feeling bold, she slid a hand from his hair, down the firm planes of his chest and to the front of his pajama bottoms. At the feel of his hard length she whined, high and breathy. Her hand had been there for barely a moment before Sirius tore away from her, distancing himself the width of the hallway. Hermione leaned against the wall behind her, needing the stability of it to stay upright due to her still drunk nature and the shaky state of her legs.

“What?” she asked, looking at the panting man across from her with confusion.

Sirius stared at her for a moment, chest falling up and down as pieces of his thick dark hair hung in his face. Hermione tried to focus but the only thing she could think of was how much she wanted to brush that hair from his gorgeous features so she could see him more clearly.

“You’re drunk. You should go to bed,” said Sirius, his voice low and gravely and filled with an edge of regret.

“But—” Hermione hesitated, confused at his response “—I don’t understand.” She crossed the distance between them, kissing up the older wizard’s neck. Did he think she didn’t want this?

“Kitten.” Sirius’s voice was strained, but he still managed to grab Hermione’s wandering hands and push her away again. Hermione gasped at his rough touch as he pulled her off of him. “I said you should go to bed.”

Hermione stared up at him in shock for a moment before a surprising rage filled her. Was she not good enough for him? Was she not pretty enough? Did he not enjoy what they’d been doing? The hot sting of angry tears reached the inner corners of her eyes and she tore out of Sirius’s grip before stomping up the stairs towards her room with a huff.

Part 2

[genshin-obsessed]

[moth]

happy birthday pocket!

i had no energy to make this a genuine fluff drabble it's 12:30 am here

----

Groaning, Diluc runs his hands up his face. Tf was he gonna do on your darned bday when his freaking schedule is full of ABYSS ABYSS ABYSS ABYSS ABYSS MUAHAHAHAHA

He mumbles something about perhaps gathering a small bouquet of small lamp grass before discarding the idea, thinking that it wouldn't be enough to resemble all the love and adoration he had for you. He unties his hair, letting the crimson locks rest against his back as he picks up the quill once again, writing away. 'Perhaps a letter will work for now. After I return from my duties, all my time will go to them for sure.' Smiling, he begins to pour his heart into each words written down on the parched paper.

----

Flopping down on your couch, you flip through a magazine of advertisements. Man, you were hungry. And what's better than grabbing some leftovers from what Diluc had cooked for you two the other day? You smile at the thought of the sight of your husband in the kitchen with an apron on, hair tied into a high ponytail as he works his magic. Gaze shifting to the ring on your finger, your eyes soften at the ruby gem, reminding you of his beautiful crimson eyes.

----

He quickly slips the letter into your mailbox, yes the two of you do not live together(yet), rushing off elsewhere. Probably outside of Mondtsadt's walls to make some abyss mages perish. He first starts with Brightcrown Canyon, moving from area to area- Man, this guy is traveling all across Mondstadt, excluding Dragonspine, with the image of your smile on his mind at all times. I mean, what can I say? He's obsessed with you. If you got injured? In the blink of an eye he'll be hurling a freaking phoenix at what, or who hurt you. If someone insulted you? "Sorry, did you say something to my lovely wedded partner here?" he questions, ticked off with a very concerning smile on his face. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, opening his eyes which send a chill down the insulter's spine. "That's right. We're married, got a problem? Call them a hilichurl on drugs, they're my hilichurl on drugs. A random, dumb idiot? My random dumb idiot. Back. Off."

----

Shuffling over to the random fridge in the kitchen, you look around the kitchen before giggling and taking out the leftovers from "Once Upon a Time in Mondtsadt", his specialty. You slip the plate onto a rack, placing it on the stove, somehow warming up the meal.

----

Diluc jabs the hilt of his claymore into an abyss mage, twirling his weapon around and stabbing the monster right in the face. He opens the map, noticing that he's already in the second to last area. A new motivation! A small hum of satisfaction is heard before he proceeds to massacre the popularity of abyss mages in Mond.

----

You slip the plate of warmed-up "Once Upon a Time in Mondstadt" onto the counter, hopping onto a high stool and rubbing your hands together excitedly. Grinning, you cut off a piece of the steak and let it enter your mouth, the texture and flavor instantly making you float up to heaven.

----

It's.. Raining... Diluc is soaked. Soaked.

----

Setting down the fork and knife, you get off the stool and walk towards the front door. 'Perhaps mail has arrived already..' Opening the door, you check the mailbox and are met with a nice looking envelope. It's a pastel scarlet-ish color, with a white lacey pattern along the edges. Slowly scooching back inside, you close the door and open the envelope, unfolding the letter.

Dear (Y/N),

Happy birthday, dearest. I would've had something planned for today, but unfortunately the abyss has eaten up my schedule once more. But if the sun hasn't sunk when I get back, would you like to spent some quality time together? Perhaps we could eat out at Sara's, or go sight seeing. Perhaps the sun going down would be nice, stargazing sounds fun. Many ideas have circulated around my head while I was writing this, however do be prepared to accept a bouquet.

'Oh honey I'll make sure to have the bouquet somewhere on display in my house, fosho.'

You mean a lot to me, and since Father's passing, you've been here for me at all times. When we were younger, when Kaeya was taken under Crepus' wing, when all three of us had those good times.. Ah, it's always nice to recall the kind moments we shared.

You stifle a laugh, remembering how Kaeya had accidentally frozen Diluc- But then the ice slowly started melting with an angered Diluc underneath.

My entire heart is dedicated to you. If you have a wish that I can grant within my power, please ask for such. Even if it counts as spoiling you rotten, I'll love you no matter what. You've made my life so much easier, and whenever you can you also help me out with the abyss. Not that I'm fully supporting such, since you're putting your life into danger which is what I do not want.

'And you are too, fighting the abyss as well,' you chuckle. 'My love, please take a break for once.'

Now I must end this short, due to me being behind schedule already. I need to set out ASAP. See you soon, I love you.

-Love,

Diluc.

Your heart flutters at the last three words, oh how it always does so. But your cheeks can't help but blush at the words written down.

----

Trudging up your doorstep, Diluc knocks on the door. The sun.. had already fallen. You open the door by a crack, peeking through and immediately swinging it open at the familiar redhead. Wrapping your arms around him, you sigh contently and rest your head on his chest. "I missed you..," he mumbles, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. "Why don't we head inside? Ah, before that.." The darknight hero takes out a bouquet, as promised in the letter, the flowers glowing a wonderful blue. Small lamp grass. So, he went with his original plan. Lovely. He hands it to you, patting your head before making his way inside.

--END

carp i am so tired it's now 1 am

well uh

gn pocket hope you enjoyed this <3 <3 <3

Hello Pocket! I'm here to wish you a quick Happy Birthday!!

[Cicada]

You've become a year older! How sad.. But nonetheless, congratulations on making it this far! Both me and Moth are very proud of you, even if you're technically the bigger one here, and we're always encouraging you!

Thank you for being a wonderful writer, and person in general.

-Cicada.

It’s official :’) I am Diluc’s hilichurl on drugs

On a more serious note, thank you so much Moth!! You didn’t have to do this, but you did and it makes me very happy! I really appreciate it💖💖 this was definitely my bedtime story lol even though I have I think one more! This was adorable, I got to be married to Diluc- UGH IT MADE ME SO HAPPY!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Just the thought of this made me tear up😭😭 you’re awesome, thank you my friend!

And Cicada, yes I know I’m getting older 😔 I’ll be ancient soon enough- but thank you. To you both! Your words mean a lot to me too💖💖💖

I hope you both have a wonderful day/night💖

[elisaphoenix13]

Never Too Old (Or Young)

It was a rare morning that Tony got up before Stephen or the girls, so he took the opportunity to get up and go downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee. He may have been awake, but he wasn't quite aware, which was something the coffee would help with. Tony yawns and pours the coffee into a mug when it finishes brewing and he walks over to one of the windows to blearily look out as he drinks his...what did Harley call it? His anti-murder juice.

Each sip he took woke him little by little until he noticed a white smudge on the window in front of him. What the hell? Tony tries to rub it away with his finger, and that's when he realizes that the smudge was on the outside. It looked nothing like bird poop, in fact, it was a solid white. It had a specific curve to it…

The engineer takes a step back when he notices another white smudge out of the corner of his eye, and he sighs heavily when he sees the smudges all over the windows. They were everywhere. It took a couple more thoughtful sips of his morning coffee for things to finally click and Tony realized they were stickers.

"These damn kids," Tony huffs as he walks into the living room.

The likely suspects were Peter and Diana. He considered Harley for a brief moment, but not only would it be hard to place so many stickers on the outside of the tower windows in the Rescue suit...but he was also passed out on the couch. Textbooks were all over the coffee table, the floor, and even a couple were on the teen himself which was a dead giveaway that he had been studying all night. Why he was in the living room instead of up in his room was beyond Tony, but he shrugged it off before carefully taking off the boy's glasses and setting them aside.

Stephen was the one to suspect Harley's far-sightedness a couple of years ago, and the boy had been so relieved that there wasn't something seriously wrong with him. The sorcerer had kept a close eye on Harley after almost a week of complaining of headaches, and the boy would squint while doing homework or reading, pull the book farther away, and even rub his eyes.

Maybe in the hopes of fixing his vision.

So Stephen took him to a specialist since he and Bruce didn't exactly specialize in optometry. The doctor confirmed Stephen's suspicion and they got Harley some prescription glasses which clearly made a difference when he started wearing them. No more furrowing brows, no more headaches, and he got his homework done faster since he wasn't using most of the time to try and see it in the first place.

Tony had a suspicion that William liked them too.

Just as Tony was about to throw a blanket on his oldest son, Levi beat him to it and draped itself across the teen. "Why didn't you do that before?"

"It can only do so much without me." Stephen says as he descends the stairs holding Lucy and with Athena trailing behind him.

"One of our kids decorated the windows." Tony tells him as he puts his coffee down on a book free surface to take their youngest. "And the tree is miraculously still standing."

"That's because Tibbs is in Peter's room. We have a whole day of prying him away from it ahead of us." Stephen rolls his eyes and heads into the kitchen to make himself some tea and a bottle for Lucy.

That was made and handed to Tony before breakfast was started. Thomas and William join a few minutes later and the younger of the twins joins Stephen in the kitchen to help as Thomas retreats into the living room. It turned into a typical morning after that. The rest of the kids woke up, some of the Avengers came up to join the family for breakfast, and sometime in the middle of that chaos, Harley woke up and cleaned up his study mess. Breakfast was eaten and Harley and William made plans to do some last-minute Christmas shopping.

It definitely wasn't a date.

Peter and Cassie had their own plans and Peter was currently showering while his girlfriend went back downstairs and got ready. It was relatively calm then...at least as calm as it could be with as many people as there were. Stephen was reading on the couch with Athena next to him with her head in his lap, and he periodically pet her head as he read. Tony had disappeared down to the lab with Lucy to undoubtedly turn her into a grease monkey, and Valerie was coloring on the floor with Diana. Thomas...was somewhere not dying or getting into trouble so that was enough for them. Harley disappeared as well which was weird since William was still in the living room with the girls.

Stephen nonchalantly turned a page in his book when Peter screeched. The wolf lifted her head at the same time Stephen, Valerie, Diana, and William looked up toward the bedrooms, and Peter soon came out of his room with only a towel around his waist with blue splotches all over his skin.

"HARLEY!" Peter shouts and Stephen sighs.

A prank. Specifically the one where a showerhead was filled with dissolvable dye capsules or Kool-aid powder. Harley was nowhere to be seen and to Stephen's surprise, William burst into hysterical laughter. Peter gave the younger teen a look that was a mix between annoyance, bewilderment, and what looked like glee. Probably because William was actually laughing about something.

"I-I'm sorry!" William sputters through bouts of laughter.

Peter huffs. "Mom, have you seen Harley?"

"Nope." Stephen says as he flips a page in his book and Athena lays her head back down.

Peter looks at William. "Tell your boyfriend it's on!" He disappears back into his room to scrub the blotches off his skin, leaving William to sputter.

Stephen chuckles and returns part of his attention to his book when William ends up blushing bright red.

"You should kiss him." Diana finally says and William's eyes widen.

"Wh-what?!"

"You should kiss Harley. You both like each other." She repeats. "You're worse than Uncle Quill and Uncle Scott."

"He doesn't-"

"He does." Stephen says and turns another page.

"Hey, Will! Come on!" Harley says from the elevator.

William turns a deeper shade of red as he gets up to join Harley, and Stephen hears the older one ask him if he's okay as the elevator doors close. Maybe his and Diana's little confession would be just the push William and Harley needed but then again…

"Boys are stupid."

"Diana." Stephen scolds lightly.

"They are." She mumbles.

"Who's responsible for the stickers?" The sorcerer asks.

"Petey. He crawled on the windows outside and put them on."

"I suppose you supplied them?"

"Nuh-uh. Valerie."

Stephen looks back up from his book and raises an eyebrow at Valerie who definitely looks a little guilty. She pouts up at him with her big blue eyes, and he sighs in defeat. One would think that with seven kids he would be immune to the puppy eyes but he fell for them every time. He was pretty sure the kids knew it too.

No. He was positive.

"Bye Mom! Be back later!" Peter calls out as he races down the stairs and through the door to the stairwell.

"Have fun." Stephen manages to say before the door shuts.

"Mama, look." Valerie holds up the paper she was coloring on and reveals endless scribbles that covered the whole of it.

"It's very beautiful. Do you want to hang it up?" He smiles when her eyes widen in excitement and she nods.

The two year old gets up and walks over to the cloak floating nearby and holds it up to Levi. The cloak happily takes it, and with a cartoonish flourish that briefly made Stephen feel like he was in one, Levi tacks it to the wall with the other drawings. When it claps the folds of its collar together, Stephen knew they were in far too deep. Even his cloak was domesticated.

"My children have turned an ancient relic into a nanny." Stephen bemoans.

"Daddy said you started it." Diana says and Stephen huffs.

"It was one time and that was when Peter was turned into a baby. The cloak was the only one that could reach Peter when he was climbing the walls and the ceiling." Stephen closes his book. "Speaking of your daddy, since he smuggled your sister into the lab, why don't we go to the store?"

"Can I come?" Thomas suddenly says from next to him.

"Get your coat."

In the meantime, Stephen takes the girls upstairs to get them dressed and once they all have their coats on, he opens a portal to the store. Thomas of course returned while the girls were getting ready, and went through the portal after picking up Diana. Stephen huffs fondly when Diana giggles loudly and picks up Valerie to follow them. It took a couple of years, but the twins were finally comfortable asking for things but it was usually still necessities. It was still kind of rare for them to ask for things they wanted.

"'tena?" Valerie asks and waves at the wolf behind Stephen. "'Tena, here!"

Athena comes through the portal and Stephen rolls his eyes as he waves his hand to get her service vest on. It would at least lessen the looks, which only left the 'is that a wolf' whispers. Yes. Yes she is.

"If you weren't so shy of strangers, I'd say you would grow up to be a politician or a world leader."

"Nah, Val?" Thomas cackles. "She's too nice."

"Also a good point. Push the cart please?"

Thomas nods and puts Diana down so he can grab a cart and they walk through the aisles of Target. Diana was happy to 'ooh' and 'aah' at every piece of clothing she saw and Valerie soon ended up in the seat of the cart when Stephen's hands began to tremble a little too much. He then had to attempt to redirect Diana's attention away from the clothes because he was pretty sure she had twenty versions of the sundress she was looking at. Cassie was the one that took her shopping for clothes anyway. It was their thing.

"Aww…" Diana pouts but goes without a fuss to the bedding aisle.

"Why don't you help me pick out some sheets for your sister?"

"There's one with stars on it." Thomas points out and grabs the set to hand to the seven year old.

Diana rolls the set around in her hands with a scrutinizing gaze and then shakes her head. "No. She needs animals."

She looks up at the selection of bedding and finally points up at a set with little brown rabbits. Thomas grabs it for her and after she scrutinizes it like the one before, she smiles and nods and holds it up for Valerie to see.

"Do you like it Valerie?" She asks and the two year old grabs it and scrunches her brows at it before smiling.

"Bunny!"

Stephen chuckles. "I'll take that as a yes." His phone then rings and he takes it out of his pocket to answer it. "Yes love?"

"Heyyyyy Honey…" Tony starts and the sorcerer instantly narrows his brows in suspicion even though his husband can't see.

"What did you do Tony?"

"What? Nothing! Everything's fine! FRIDAY just told me you were at the store and thought I'd tell you that we're low on diaper wipes." Tony answers casually.

"Lucy is covered in grease again isn't she?" Stephen asks flatly.

"It suits her."

"She is two weeks old! Give her a bath. A proper one."

"Yes Duchess." The mechanic chuckles. "We do need more wipes though."

"Noted."

Stephen hangs up and rolls his eyes as he directs the kids to the baby section. Wordlessly, he grabs at least three packs of wipes before grabbing a fourth just in case. Tony had a habit of wiping down Lucy with diaper wipes whenever she was down in the lab with him and she got dirty, but Stephen didn't even know how he managed that. Her motor skills were still nearly non-existent and he wondered if maybe his husband used her as a rag.

He wouldn't put it past Tony. He got tunnel vision whenever he got invested in a project. Stephen couldn't complain though. Lucy loved being in the lab with her father and Tibbs, and whoever else happened to be in there with them. Granted, she slept through most of the chaos, and when she didn't, she was very helpful to Tony.

Baby noises were apparently helpful.

"We better hurry and finish up so we can go save your sister." Stephen says.

"It might be too late." Thomas jokes.

They finish their shopping and Stephen opens a portal back to the penthouse where they find Tony giving Lucy her bath. Before Stephen can even open his mouth, he sees the baby tub in the sink and makes a strangled noise when he finds the water in it nearly pitch black.

"I'm afraid to ask...but what happened?" He asks through clenched teeth.

Tony looks up and actually looks a little sheepish. "Domino effect I think? Something backfired, Tibbs was startled...and I think he knocked over a box of dust."

"I wouldn't be surprised. You barely clean the lab." Stephen sighs. "I hope you found a baby underneath all that filth."

"I did. She's very cute too. Can we keep her?" Tony holds up their naked baby daughter and grins.

Stephen can't help but chuckle.

"You get to change the diapers."

"Always stuck with the dirty work." Tony grumbles.

[firefly-in-darkness]

Galaxy Princess - 2/3

Galaxy Princess - 2/3

Characters → Y/N & Peter Quill, Mentions of other Marvel characters.

Summary → After the birth of superheroes, several alien attacks and the blip, you were pretty much ready for anything. That was until you met Peter Quill. He burst into your life at lightning speed and nothing could have prepared you for the way he turned your world upside down.

Word Count → 2k.

Warnings → 18+, Smut - oral (male receiving), p in v (unprotected - wrap it before you tap it bro).

Series Taglist → OPEN - send an ask.

Beta → @princessmisery666 // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → Should have posted this at half 7 but everything seemed to go wrong BUT it’s here now… This is for @crushedbyhyperbole - I am so sorry that this is months late to your challenge! [Prompt: To the moon and back - in Part 3]. This is GOTG Vol1&2 Peter Quill set in a post-Endgame world. AND YES MY SCHEDULE WENT COMPLETELY WRONG.

Return to: Series List // Marvel List

Previously: Spare bedding was placed on the sofa and Y/N directed him around the apartment, “The shower is just down the hall. If you can’t sleep, here’s the tv remote and help yourself to food.” 

“Thank you, Princess.” 

“Goodnight, Starlord.” 

“It’s Peter.” His cheeky smile had faded to something softer. 

“Y/N. Goodnight Peter.”  

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He laid down and continued to wave until she shut the bedroom door. 

Y/N was too tired to process that she was leaving a stranger on his own, in her home. There was an odd comfort from his determination to get back to his ship and crew; the place he belonged.

After spending the best part of an hour deciding when to leave the bedroom and greet her guest, breakfast the next morning was not as awkward as Y/N had imagined. The moment she sat down at the kitchen table; her apprehension disappeared. It seemed natural to be opposite Peter, eating toast and draining her mug of coffee as he did the same.

“I’ve got some clothes that you can borrow,” She mentioned, trying to sound casual.

“Boyfriend?” His eyebrow quirked, obviously noticing the drop of her eyes, “Ex-boyfriend?” 

The air in the room disappeared, sucked out like a vacuum. Y/N was unable to think straight as the image of the owner of the clothes flashed in her mind's eye. Tears began to form, blurring her vision but before they fell she bit down on her bottom lip. Redirecting the emotional pain.

“My um, brother. I’ll be right back,” She whispered and rushed from the room.

She pushed open the door opposite her bedroom, and breathed in the, now faint, scent of hazelnut and him. The feel of the clothes under her fingertips was bittersweet, and Y/N couldn’t help bringing the sleeve of his favourite hoodie to her nose and inhaling deeply. 

Approaching footsteps echoed around the almost empty room, she pulled out a pair of jeans and a cotton t-shirt, immediately failing at composing herself in time as Peter entered the room. Kindness lined his features, and she couldn’t look at him any longer than a second.

“I think they should fit, you’re a similar height but he is- was- a bit leaner.” She offered him the items.

 Skin ignited at the delicate touch of Peter’s calloused hands that wrapped around her forearm, “Thank you. What was his name?”

“Eli. Elijah,” She whispered, her eyes unmoving from the thumb stroking the inside of her wrist. “I don’t like talking about it. Why don’t you try the radio once more and I’ll head to the hardware store to see if I can fix the transmitter.”

Peter nodded, “Believe me, I know family is a tough subject for anyone.” She met his eyes, sincerity and sympathy stared back at her. “But if talking about it would help lighten some of the sadness in your eyes, I’d be happy to listen.” 

Y/N nodded and gave him a small smile, appreciating the kindness from the stranger.

The fixed transmitter sat on the windowsill. One of the three lights had finally turned on, it had beeped a few times which was, hopefully, a good sign. After four hours of waiting for something else to happen, Y/N and Peter resigned to watching Stranger Things.

Even though Peter was enthralled with the music and monsters that came from the television, he couldn’t help the way he felt as Y/N shared snippets of her life with him. The way she would talk to him about all the things she loved about science fiction, space and of all the new things on Earth. Y/N’s excitement was infectious, and he didn’t want to part with it.

To slow down and spend time with someone as enigmatic as she was a one-eighty on his usual fast-paced crazy life as a Guardian of the Galaxy.  And that’s when he knew that he’d have to stall his departure if possible.

While Y/N was getting ready for bed in the bathroom, Peter grabbed a cell phone from his red jacket and hopped out the window and onto the fire escape, perching on one of the steps. He flipped open the phone and dialled one of the few contacts he had.

“Hey, Bird Boy ‘Merica.” He chirped, glancing through the window to check that she hadn’t left the bathroom. “Can you give Rocket these coordinates? Pick up in five days? Cheers Cap.”

Pocketing the phone, he sat looking up to the sky, watching the stars twinkling in the distance, and for the first time since he was abducted all those years ago, he felt at home. Y/N’s footsteps brought him back to reality; he was leaving but not just yet.

“Whatcha doin’ out there?” She giggled, now in pyjamas and knotting the ties of her robe at her waist.

“Just checking out the sky, Princess.” He grinned at her.

Y/N climbed out the window and grabbed his hand, pulling him up the fire escape. They both greeted Stan on the way, a mischievous look on the older gentleman as he watched the pair laughing as they rushed up the stairs.

Once they reached the top, Y/N dropped his hand and twirled around with her arms open wide, then gestured to the sun lounger. “Welcome to my little piece of heaven.” She smiled proudly, “Take a seat.”

Peter sat back, legs either side of the lounger to allow Y/N to perch in between, “Come up here often?”

“Yeah, every Friday night, at least. It’s how I knew where you crashed,” She pointed to the woodlands in the distance.

“Well, I thank the stars that you were out here. Honestly, I don't know what I would have done.” Peter paused, watching the modesty line her features as she shrugged.

Y/N was different from the other girls he’d met. She had this look of adventure and passion for space, the universe, the unknown. Something that he had only seen in children. He could feel something blossoming; a desire to know more about her, spend more time with her, but he also knew that he’d be leaving and that was not going to put a downer on tonight.

Peter wanted to make the most of the time they had. However long they had. His hands gripped at Y/N’s waist, and he tugged her back, guiding her to lay on his chest. She hesitated at first but after a few seconds, she curled into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. Watching the sunset over the trees.

The cool breeze sent shivers up and down Y/N’s body, she held tighter onto Peter’s waist. Her mind raced with all the possibilities only to be destroyed by her insecurity; maybe this could be my way out? Don’t be silly. He’s just going to leave. You don’t know him; he could be a serial killer.

Peter brushed the strands of hair away from her face, bringing her out of her thoughts. Her body tensed as he tipped her chin upwards. She looked at him in wonder and slight confusion. Peter cupped her cheek, his lips met hers, and she was frozen in place.

After a moment, she melted into him, their lips moulded together seamlessly. Peter deepened the kiss, and earning a gasp from her, it allowed his tongue entrance into her mouth. It silenced her worries and all thoughts of this man being a stranger and being from out of space left her mind. The fact that they were on a rooftop and anyone could glance from the neighbouring apartments slipped away as his tongue danced with hers.

She couldn’t refrain from his touch any longer and adjusted her position; swinging her leg over his and straddled his lap, not breaking the kiss for a second. Peter’s arms snaked around her waist, holding her almost impossibly closer to him. 

The dressing gown fanned around them, giving her body access to the delicious friction of his erect cock through his jeans and her pyjama shorts, the material dampening at her core.

She wished she’d changed into the black underwear set that she had bought on a whim a couple of days ago. She was confident in pursuing this with Peter and she was glad her instincts were correct; it was just bad timing.

Peter’s deep moan disconnected their lips and Y/N bit hers as she watched the pleasure take over his features. His hands trailed down to her hips, gripping tightly to the soft gown, and untying the rope and pushing it off her shoulders. His lips met hers once more, she whimpered as his hands lifted her tank top over her head.

He drank in her appearance, his eyes scanning from her face down to her chest. He surged forward, his mouth leaving wet kisses to her jaw, following the path down her neck. Y/N’s hands found their way into his locks, tugging at the ends as he nipped at a sensitive spot on her collarbone.

Peter glanced up at her, an unspoken request for permission. She nodded and Peter obliged, latching around her nipple with his hand palmed at the other breast. Y/N gasped as his teeth scraped at the hardened bud then she tugged at Peter’s cotton top. He huffed as he finished his assault across her chest and pulled off the offensive article. Y/N stood up and shimmied out of the shorts. Peter followed suit with the denim and boxers.

The summer breeze struggled to cool their heated skin as they admired each other’s exposed figures. The moonlight cast shadows over their naked bodies yet highlighted every delicious dip and sensuous curve.

Y/N dropped to her knees in front of him, ignoring the debris that dug into her skin as she levelled herself with his cock. She used her index finger to smear the beaded pre-cum around his head. She curled her hand, gripping his shaft and languidly pumped.

“Fuck, Princess.” He grunted as she twisted her hand up and down his length. “Want your mouth.”

Y/N immediately parted her lips and began licking his tip then took him fully. The tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat caused her to choke slightly but as she regained her composure she looked up at Peter. Flushed cheeks and the darkened glint in his eyes held her gaze turned her into a mess.

Raspy moans and grunts spurred Y/N on; her tongue swirled, and she took him deeper into her throat once more. His hands gripped her shoulders, tugging her away to stand. The passion erupted between them, a clash of lips, teeth, and tongues. Peter’s hands slid down her body, grabbed at her thighs to lift and she obliged. 

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he laid her down on the sun lounger. She was in awe at his strength while he pulled the cushions to soften her head and back before letting her go completely. 

Peter pulled the blanket across them both then nuzzled at her neck, nipping at her sensitive spots, behind her ear, the corner of her jaw and along the edge of her collarbone. He rested on his left side, to keep her from toppling off the side and to keep his full weight off her.

Y/N whimpered at the way his cock teased at her entrance with each of the restricted ruts of his hips. His hands snaked down to her core, fingers rubbing at her clit, coating in her slick before two entered her pussy. 

Peter’s mouth continued the assault on her neck, leaving darkening marks while Y/N’s soft moans rang through the night. It coaxed the fire burning in her belly; the pleasure shivered to the tips of her fingers and the curl of her toes.

Y/N arched her back, her nipples grazing against the hard planes of his chest. Her head tipped back into the cushions; he was filling every part of her existence with ecstasy. The stars above them blurred as he added another finger; widening her ready to take his dick.

Peter entered her slowly; both adjusting to this new level of intimacy as his lips connected with hers and their tongues joined the fray. Y/N’s core twisted in desire and impatience as she ground her hips to encourage his movement.

Peter pushed and pulled against her body, his pelvis hitting her deliciously with each thrust. Her walls clenched around him as he continued to grind and dip and tug at her. Y/N surrendered her body to him, letting him take control, and relished in every second as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Her hands gripped tightly to his shoulders, nails digging into his tanned skin as his thrusts slowed but hardened. Their bodies moulded together as one, the feeling of weightlessness reached every corner of their existence as they reached their climax.

Peter pulled Y/N to lie across him, her head tucked into his neck. Their bodies relaxing into the cushions, their skin glistening with beaded sweat and the moonlight shining delicately across them both.

Y/N felt the gravitational pull back to reality; he was going to leave. It was only a matter of time.

To Be Continued...

Everything Tag List; @reann-loves-sebstan​ / @aroyaldarknessblr​ / @thefridgeismybestie​ / @kitkatd7​

Marvel Tag List; @natasha-danvers​ / @musesforart​

[bubblegumholland]

Promises (Peter Parker X Banner Reader)

“Dad?” “Yes, sweetheart?” “You’re a hero right?” “Um.. yeah, I-I mean the other guy is but.. yeah I am too, I suppose.” “Dad, do you think I could be a hero when I’m older too?” “Sure kid, sure.” 

You were only eleven-years-old when your father saved the world for the first time. And it scared you, all you wanted was to live a safe life with your dad, especially because your mother died in childbirth. But does life give anyone what they want? When Loki’s army invaded your father made a promise to you that he would never leave you. That was three years ago. The Avengers became a sort of family to you over the last few years. But after Ultron’s short but damaging reign, everything felt so tense. You still couldn’t believe your dad broke his promise. He left. After the battle he figured it’d be safer for everyone if he got The Hulk away but, in the process he completely ruined his only daughter’s life. In the next year you trained, you had to get your mind off the betrayal and had to keep yourself busy to just try and forget. And this was when the Sokovia Accords were drawn up. As if it wasn’t hard enough dealing with your father’s sudden and selfish disappearance now the family you had left was being torn apart. Were you cursed? Were you just not allowed to be happy? After Bruce left Tony became your legal guardian so when it was his side or Cap’s you knew you morally had to side with Stark. Even though you knew very well this was all happening you couldn’t believe it until you stood in front of Steve with his team at the airport in Germany. Your heartbeat quickened at the realization, anxiety and adrenaline pumping through your veins. You were snapped out of your thoughts by one word.

“Underoo!” Tony yelled and a red figure jumped our heads, doing a flip, taking Cap’s shield (webbing his hands together in the process), and landing on a plane wing. It was honestly pretty badass and you were impressed by this unknown character instantly. 

“Nice job, kid” Tony spoke

“Thanks” a young voice spoke (Which relieved you greatly, knowing he wasn’t 20-30) “I think I could’ve stuck the landing a little better but the new suit- but it’s nothing, it’s perfect Mr. Stark I-I’m-”

“We don’t need to start a conversation.”

“O-Okay, Captain” he saluted the poor veteran. 

Steve looks to Tony “You’ve been busy”

Tony snaps, “and you’ve a complete idiot.”

You stopped paying attention to them and stared at Spider-Man, as he referred to himself. He was obviously in his youth, 15? 16? Couldn’t be much older. I wonder if he has a gir-

“I’M TRYING TO KEEP YOU FROM TEARING THE AVENGERS APART!’“ Tony yelled, “you did that when you signed.” Steve finished.

All of the sudden Steve put his hands over his head and an arrow whistled through the air in cut his hands free. Barton!

“Lang!” Turning your attention back to Spider-Man as something moved on the shield and rapidly grew and kicked Spidey in the face, taking the shield himself.

***********

Steve and Bucky got away. but you’d managed to capture everyone else. It pained you to see the last bit of family you had left in chains but you knew you couldn’t do anything about it. 

On the jet back to the states you went over to Spider-Man and sat by him, he stopped his movement to remove his mask. “You know I couldn't care less” you said in reference to his identity, you were of course lying, you definitely wanted to know what he looked like. He sighed and removed his mask to reveal a ridiculously cute teenage boy, he sticks his hand out, “H-Hi, I’m Peter, Peter Parker.” “Hey, I’m Y/N B-, Y/N” you replied. “Just Y/n?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows, you nodded at the floor. “Just y/n” He didn’t question you further. “So how did Tony find you?” you asked and he began to explain his life. The Spider bite, becoming Spider-Man around Queens, and Tony finding him on youtube. It was a good story.

*******

A few months after meeting Peter you bit the bullet and asked him out. He was ecstatic to find out you felt the same way for him and he agreed eagerly. That was right before Homecoming, which he asked you to go to with him. Of course your magical night was interrupted by Vulture being a pain in Peter’s ass. Seeing Peter after his battle almost gave you a heart attack, he won in the end but he obviously took a beating. Thanking living with the Avengers you were pretty equipped with medical equipment and how to use it. So after patching the poor exhausted boy up the two of you just snuggled in his room until morning. (Giving Tony a heart attack.) The morning after you opened up to Peter about everything.  

“Hey Peter?” 

He made a mumbling sound to show he was listening. 

“I wanna tell you everything.”

He sat up knowing what you were referring to, your life, your childhood all the traumatic moments that formed you as a person. The events that you hadn’t had the strength to talk about until now. You had his full attention.

“My mom died giving birth to me, I never really knew her.” you paused. “After that it was just me and my dad, Bruce Banner.” 

He stared at you for a second, he knew you stayed with Mr. Stark because your dad left but he had no idea that your father was the Hulk.

“He promised me he wouldn’t leave, he promised that he would be there for me.” You bawled your fists, clearly angry at the lies you grew up hearing. “But who actually keeps their promises? He left me because he was scared. I may have been his teenage daughter but he was the one acting like a child,” your fists softened and a single tear went down your cheek. 

“Then the only family I had left was the Avengers, and a year later that ended too. I haven’t heard from Steve or Natasha since Germany. Just I was gonna be okay with dad, everyone else left. They always leave.” At this point you were sobbing and clutching Peter’s shirt, your nose buried in his chest. He held you close in his arms, trying to comfort you. “Hey..” he whispered, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Oh how wrong he was.

*******

Of course once life started looking better it all went to shit again. 

Thanos came, you fought him on Titan with Tony, Peter, Quill, Drax, Dr. Strange, Nebula, and Mantis. You almost had the gauntlet off but then Quill got angry and the discovery that his girlfriend was dead. He cost you everything. Thanos disappeared in a portal after retrieving the Time Stone and almost killing Tony. 

“Did we just lose?” you asked staring at the ground where the purple giant once stood. 

“Something’s happening..” Mantis said and you spun around to see her body... evaporating? Before a moment passed she dissolved into dust, followed by Quill, Drax, and Dr. Strange.

“There was no other way.”

“Mr Stark?” Peter’s pubescent voice spoke, 

“I don’t feel so good.” No... NO!

You ran over to him and he stumbled into your arms, “you’re alright” you lied.

“I don’t know what’s happening,” he cried.

You laid him gently to the floor and craddled his head. He looked into your eyes.

"I'm sorry"

Then he was gone.

He promised he would never leave you. But promises were made to be broken.

[miserylovescompanyfanfic]

MLC Ch: 2

A standard day for Emilia Wine involved with getting up at 7:30 am during the weekdays, throwing on her leggings and slipping a bra on under her t-shirt, yawning as she made a smoothie and squinted against the bright light and white kitchen décor. It usually involved a thought along the lines of “I really need to redecorate,” sipping a bit of the smoothie as she stretched listening to the news, before slipping on her tennis shoes and grabbing her phone with some earbuds, finally jogging out the door. 

Emilia’s first thing in the morning jog was usually the worst part of her day, mainly just because of how early she forced herself to get up. Though it was only an hour and she ran a few miles all together from her apartment down the few blocks to the main park in the center of the city, around that track a few times, then down to the coffee shop that she worked at in the afternoons, and back home-- it was still about 9 miles a day give or take. 

It wasn’t a fun experience, especially since she never really enjoyed running in the first place-- though all the years she spent chasing after Sonic toned her for the endeavor, also it was a decent way to stay in shape and up her endurance. 

Though, she was doing a bit more these days to stay in shape as well, running was just the easiest to accomplish with her busy schedule. 

Today was only slightly different though compared to the rest of her days. The coffee shop was a little busier than normal, but that wasn’t too much of a unique thing. No, it was as Amy was leaving, waving her goodbyes to the sweet Badger girl named Sticks who always worked the early morning shift that while she was pushing the door open she accidentally ran into another body. 

See, even though Emilia didn’t look like she had a lot of muscle-- she was still very strong. She ran nearly full force into the other person, heard a grunt and slam from their side of the glass door. 

They were a hedgehog like herself, but he had unique coloring (like she did too but that isn’t important); he held his head where she assumed she smacked him in the face with it, and also noticed the coffee cup in his hand. 

Her eyes widened as an apology was on her lips, but the sharp look he gave her had her pause. His eyes were a sharp, vivid red, brighter than anything she had ever seen… set against his coal black fur they glowed like embers. 

His mouth opened to say or yell or shout or curse or something but she beat him to it. “I’ll pay for your dry cleaning!” 

She closed the door behind her as they moved farther from the entrance, he huffed and looked at the blue button down shirt he had. Emilia looked him over, noticing a little swelling developing on his temple but nothing else. 

“Here, look at me.” She held her finger up at him and slowly moved it in front of his face. His eyebrows pinched as he looked at her finger than at her. 

“What the hell are you doing?” He demanded, his voice deep with a slight baritone to it. Emilia placed a hand on her hip and blew her bangs out of her face. 

“Checking to make sure you don’t have a concussion. Now, watch my finger.” He was taken aback, eyes widened as he started following her finger. “I’ve got painkillers with me if you need them.” He shook his head after a moment and looked down at his phone. 

“Gah, I don’t have time for this. Don’t bother.” He threw away the rest of his coffee in the garbage outside the café, casting one last glance at her. “Don’t worry about the shirt.” 

He moved past her, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he was striding down the sidewalk. 

“I’m sorry!” She called to him, his ear twitched so she knew he heard her. Emilia placed her hands on her hips for a moment before putting her earbuds back in, checking the time along with picking a new song, and getting back to the day ahead of her. 

It was a big city after all, what are the chances she would run into him again, anyways? 

------------------

She made it back to her apartment at nearly 9:00, which is a little too late for her comfort but there wasn’t much she could do about the situation. Instead she hoped in the shower for a quick wash, downed the rest of her smoothie from earlier with some toast to accommodate it, and then went to revising one of her papers that was due at 2:59 pm at the end of class that day. 

Emilia Wine was a senior in college in her last year of a bachelor's degree in Electrical Engineering and Computer Sciences; the subject of which she found utterly fascinating and had tried to decide whether or not she was going to follow her studies further.

Though, at the moment, she was happy. 

Yes, when she was still known as Amy Rose she threw herself into her studies immediately, immensely, and got one of the highest grades-- much to Tails delight (seeing as he already finished all of his schooling by the time he was 12, but… whatever.) Getting to be Emilia Wine wasn’t just an overnight decision, though. It took months of planning, and a lot of strings to be pulled by government officials, even the Royal Family themselves had to be involved in the process to allow Amy to change her name and move away. 

But it was done, in the city of Empire Amy Rose was officially, and legally, Emilia Wine. 

Who was a top student at ECU in her program, which she was very proud to report back to her friends at home. 

Though, there were plenty of friends she made here, like…

“Emiliaaaaaa,” there was a singing voice as it bounded down the tiled hallways. Little heels clipping along the hallway as Emilia turned around to watch with a small smile as her best friend came up to her. 

“Hey Cream,” Cream the Rabbit wasn’t quite as tall as Emilia was now, though they were about the same age (Emilia was just only slightly older) even with her heels on. Cream and her had been friends since the beginning of school when they were put together as roommates in their first year together. 

“You Bitch!” She yelled at Emilia after catching her breath for a moment. Her orange sweater was bunched around her waist where a pastel blue skirt was ruffled from her “run”. “You said you were going to wait!” Cream mock hit Emilia, pouting the entire time. 

Emilia laughed, grabbing Cream’s hand as she pulled the other girl outside. “Cream you’re gonna get us kicked out if you keep yelling Bitch at me.” 

“Well then stop being one!” 

Emilia tapped her cheek for a moment, giving a sly smile to Cream as she patted the other girls head. “Then I wouldn’t be me, would I?”

“That’s the point.” Cream pouted, crossing her arms as the two walked towards the library. 

“But then you wouldn’t love me.” Emilia batted her eyelashes at Cream, who scoffed and rolled her honey yellow eyes. 

“Sounds like your loss.” Cream put her nose in the air, stuffing her hands in her sweatshirt pockets. 

Emilia lurked behind Cream at that point, giving a sickly sweet smile from over the girls shoulder. 

“But what if… I make you cookies?” 

“Mmmm…” Cream looked at Emilia for a moment, before shaking her head. “Sorry, you gotta try a bit harder.” 

“I’m not a “try hard” like you are,” Emilia flipped her quills over her shoulder, now significantly longer and pulled into a high ponytail to keep them manageable. 

Cream gasped at her, throwing her book bag at Emilia. 

“Emi!” Emilia laughed as she ran, Cream grabbing her bag from the ground and running after the peach hedgehog. “You whore!” 

“Stop talking about yourself like that.” Emilia called over her shoulder, ducking from the bag Cream threw at her again. 

Emilia finally made it into the library, flashing a guilty smile to the librarian at the front desk as she skipped the elevator and ran up the spiral staircase, going rather quickly as she made it to the third floor by the time that Cream got to the entryway. 

Emilia could tell because of the clicking of Cream’s heels on the flooring. 

Emilia stifled a laugh, holding her hand over her mouth as she moved deeper into the bookshelves towards a slightly darker part of the library. She turned around, walking backwards among the shelves as she watched with excitement for Cream. 

Hands suddenly touched her arms, and made Emilia squeal. She turned around quickly, ready to see Cream there but-- there was empty air. 

Emilia could still feel the hands on her arms though, and the grip slowly loosened. There was stillness for a moment before the world in front of her moved. Purple manifested where there was open air just a moment before. 

“Sorry,” a voice said, a calming rumble like thunder. “You were backing up so quickly and then I realized that you probably didn’t see me.” A chameleon stood in front of her rather suddenly, and Emilia blinked in surprise. 

“Oh, I should’ve been paying more attention. I’m sorry for almost running you over.” Emilia shifted her bag over her shoulder to sit more comfortably. 

“Why were you running anyways?” he asked her, and she felt rather embarrassed to say she was playing an impromptu game with her friend.

“I, umm…” she rubbed her arm then. “Well, it’s going to sound kind of silly, but I’m hiding from my friend.” 

The chameleon smiled then, nodding. “As long as you’re not in trouble.” There was silence for a moment. 

“I’m Espio by the way, I’m a student teacher here for the time being.” He held his hand out to her. Emilia smiled easily and took it in her own to shake. 

“Emilia, I’m finishing up my last year for my bachelor’s degree. I’ve gotta say you don’t look like a student teacher.”

Espio gave a light hearted chuckle at that. “Yeah, I’m not much older than the majority of students here. I just finished most of my schooling early.” 

“Ah, one of my best friends is like that.” Emilia nodded. Though the conversation didn’t go much farther than that when Cream barreled down the row of books and tackled Amy to the ground. 

Thankfully Espio was faster than either of them, as he moved out of the way before Emilia and Cream flew by him and into the floor. 

“I found you!” Cream hissed in triumph, sitting on top of her friend with arms crossed. Espio looked between the two of them before hiding his laughter behind his hand. 

“It was great to meet you Emilia.” Espio said eventually, Emilia gave him a weak thumbs up from the ground. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he wandered down the rows of books before turning invisible again. 

“Who was that?” Cream asked once she decided to let Emilia up. Emilia brushed herself off and shouldered her bag. 

“His name is Espio, apparently he’s a student teacher here.”

“Weird, who for?” Emilia shrugged. Cream tapped her chin. 

“Well, I haven’t seen him before.” 

Emilia gave a sly smile to Cream once again. 

“I’m surprised actually, with how many people you’ve slept with around campus you know everyone by proxy.” 

Cream hit Emilia on the arm with an encyclopedia from the book shelves.  Emilia laughed and then softly cried out “Owww I have to use this arm tonight.” 

Cream’s cheeks were blazing red. “At least I’m classy enough to not try to seduce my teachers.” She sniffed. 

Emilia blushed crimson. 

“It was a completely accidental and giant misunderstanding!”

[anagentinwriting]

Subscribe - Part 3

Summary: (Modern AU) Peter was your college sweetheart until a certain event led to your break up. Seven years later another event brings you two back together, but this time a little girl is in the picture. Will listening to your podcasts be the reason you two get back together or be another reason to keep you apart?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 2752

Warnings: Swearing

Subscribe Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Peter woke up early and decided to make a big breakfast for Meredith like Yondu used to do for him. He started the coffee maker and connected his phone to the surround sound. Music flowed through the speakers making Peter sing along to the lyrics. A stool skidding across the floor behind him made him grin. He swayed his hips a little more and sang a little bit louder using the spatula as a microphone. A quiet giggle escaped from Meredith, encouraging him to continue. He started busting out his best dance moves as he spun around in a circle and stopped holding the spatula out to Mer. She didn’t sing, but she giggled, shaking her head at him. When the song ended, he bowed while Mer applauded him.

“Good morning, darlin’?” She glared at him with a look of disgust, forcing one of the corners of his mouth to quirk up. He would find a great nickname for her soon, but he had to test the waters with a few.  “Coffee?” He held up his mug.

“I don't drink coffee? I'm only 7 and 3 quarters.”

“Seven and 3 quarters, huh, well now you’re making me feel old,” he huffed. “How about breakfast then?” She nodded, shooting him a toothy grin. “So, what do you want to do today?” He made her a plate and handed it to her.

“Can we go visit my mom?”

“We will, I promise, but how about we do something before then? What do you say?” She shrugged, playing with the food on her plate.  “How about the museum?”

“Mommy was going to take me there.”

“I hate to take that away from her.” He bit his bottom lip trying to come up with something fast. “Um...how about we go to the park for ice cream?” Her eyes flashed to him as she started shaking her head, yes. “I have to run into work this morning for a meeting, but we can go after.”

“Awesome,” she exclaimed, biting into her breakfast.

_________

Arriving at the studio, he was nervous to tell his co-workers about his seven-and-three-quarters-year-old daughter he had with YN. Bucky would be surprised, Nat wouldn’t know what to think, and Mantis loves children. He held the door open for Meredith to walk in first.

“Good morning, Mantis,” Peter greeted as he approached her desk. She smiled at him and then her eyes connected with the little girls next to him.

“Oh my god, you are so cute. You make me want to die.” Mantis rushed around the desk to kneel in front of her holding out her hand. “I am Mantis.”

“I am Meredith,” she replied, shaking her hand as a strange expression graced the lady’s features.

“Peter, is this your daughter?”

Peter never understood how she could detect certain things without even so much as an introduction. “Yes, she is. I found out yesterday, but could you do me a favor and watch her until I’m done with my meeting. It shouldn’t be longer than an hour.”

“Of course, have a good meeting boss,” She grinned, glancing between Mer and him before returning to her chair to answer the phone.

“Mantis is going to keep an eye on you while I get some work done then we can go on our adventure. How does that sound?”

“Great! Can I look around here?”

“Yes. Have fun but not too much fun though.” Peter gave her a thumbs up, walking backwards to his office. She giggled and dashed out of his view. He shook his head, stepping into his office to get ready for his meeting.

Mer strolled through the hallways looking at all the bands and records hanging on the walls. Her dad made music, and some of these bands were her favorites like Mouse Rat and Howling Commandos. She opened the door to one of the rooms making her mouth dropped open at the sight of the recording booth and the colorful soundboard. She hopped onto the chair, spinning around a few times before scooting over to the soundboard and running her hands across it.

“Little girl, I don’t think you’re allowed to be in here?” A guy advised, making Meredith jump. She shifted around in the chair and rested her chin on the back of it. The guy had long dark hair, a scruffy beard, and a tattoo covering his left arm.

“It’s okay, my dad said I could.”

“Did he? And who might your dad be, little girl?” He questioned, taking a sip from his coffee cup.

“Peter Quill,” Meredith responded, forcing the man to spit out his coffee and start coughing. She held her mouth shut tight trying not to laugh, but it didn’t stop her whole body from shaking.

“Is that right?” He asked, clearing his throat after getting his coughing under control. He wandered towards her and crouched down in front of the soundboard. “What might your name be?”

“Meredith. What’s yours?”

“Bucky. Are you having fun messing with my soundboard?”

“Yes, but what do all these buttons do?” Meredith asked, motioning her hand over it.

“Well, let me show you.” Bucky reached up to push a button when someone walking through the door made him stop and turn around.

“Bucky, you will not believe who sent me another demo.” Meredith peeked behind her to see a woman with red hair flipping through a stack of CDs.

“Let me guess, the Parker kid from Queens still trying to get his girlfriend signed.”

“Yeah, do you think I should….” the redhead stopped mid-sentence and narrowed her eyes at the little girl in the chair. “Who might you be?”

“My name is Meredith.”

“She’s Quill's daughter,” Bucky chimed in, forcing Nat's eyes to go wide.

“Hi, my name is Natasha, but you can call me Nat.”

“Hello. I like your hair.” Meredith stuck out her hand, and Nat smirked shaking it.

“Since when does Quill have a daughter?” She inquired, arching her brow.

“He found out about me yesterday.”

“Is that so? Who is your mom?”

“YN.”

“Wait, YN as in YN LN?” Bucky pressed with the questions as Mer nodded.

“Can you show me what some of these buttons do now?” Nat and Bucky exchanged a bewildered look before Bucky agreed to show her what they do.

_____

Peter stepped out of his office when he heard laughter coming from the recording studio. He walked into the room and grinned at the scene in front of him. Meredith was braiding Bucky’s hair while he sat on the floor in front of the couch.

“What is your favorite animal?” Nat pried, smiling at Bucky interacting with her.

“Raccoons, but they are not pets my mom says,” Meredith responded, sticking out her tongue to concentrate on braiding.  

“What animal would you want as a pet?”

“A puppy.”

“Maybe you’ll get one for your birthday,” Bucky suggested with a half shrug.

“I don’t know about that,” Peter retorted, leaning against the doorway with his arms across his chest.

“Ahhh, dad’s here to ruin all the fun,” Bucky complained, leaning his head back and rolling his eyes. Mer giggled at him and poked him on the nose.

“Booo,” Nat hackled, throwing some of her bagel at Peter.

Mer tied off Bucky’s last braid and tapped him on the shoulder. He pulled out his phone to get a better look at his new dew.  “This looks great, Mer. I'm leaving it like this all day,” he smirked at her, running his hand through a few stands of his braided locks.

“Thank you, Bucky,” she said, wrapping her arms over his shoulders squeezing him into a hug. Bucky placed his hands over hers and squeezed as a caring smile graced his features. Nat couldn’t stop the adoring smile from appearing on her face.

“Are you ready to go on our adventure, monkey?” Meredith caught Peter's eye and shook her head at the nickname; there was another one to cross off the list.

“Almost, I have to grab my stuff.” She sprinted out of the room and Peter watched her with a lopsided smirk on his face. He turned back to Nat and Bucky who were both wearing the same amused expression on their faces.

“What?”

“You and YN have a daughter together,” Nat marveled. “Care to elaborate?”

“I’ll explain it all later. You two girls have fun!” Peter waved, heading out the door and down the hallway.

“What the hell are you talking about Quill? I look fabulous,” Bucky shouted down the hall.

“Bye dad,” Nat yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth.

_________

Hiking along the path in the park, Meredith and Peter finished off their ice cream cones. Peter snickered at Meredith’s sticky hands as she put the last piece of the cone in her mouth. Peter handed her an extra napkin, and she giggled cleaning the sticky residue from her hands.

“I started listening to your mom's podcast, and I’m learning a lot about...”

“...the ‘dad stuff,’” she finished for him.

“Trying,” he breathed a soft chuckle as she took his hand in her. It didn’t seem like a big gesture to a passerby, but it made his smile a little bit wider and his heart a little more fuller.  

“Sometimes she talks about you on there.”

“Really, what does she say?”

“Good things.” She shrugged, swinging their connected hands back and forth. “She never uses your real name though. It’s always your nickname.”

“My nickname. Shit, I don't even remember it.” He scratched his head with his free hand. “Sorry, never say shit. Sorry, it's a bad word.”

She grinned, shaking her head. “I know. Mommy says it whenever she drops things. She says I am not allowed to say it till I get older.”

“Have to say I agree with your mother on that one.”

“Do you think we will see any animals here?” Meredith asked as they entered the nature hike trail.

“Use your imagination. Look--” he pointed behind her “--a baby deer.” She turned around, letting go of his hand, but doesn’t see anything and stares back at him confused. “Come on, look harder.” She looked back in the same spot, and her whole face lit up.

“I see it, he is so cute. He looks like Bambi.” They walked a little further up the path when she comes to a quick stop, and her eyes went wide. “Don’t move. There is a huge tiger behind you.”

“How big is the tiger?” He mumbled, trying not to move his mouth.

Mer stretched her arms as far as they could go. “Bigger than this.”

His eyes widened in fear as he jumped forward, holding his hand against his chest. “That scared me. Did you hear it growl at me?” She giggled as her eyes filled with wonder. “It was so loud. Wooo--” he wiped his brow “--I am glad it ran off.”

They continued up the path until the reached the waterfall at the end. Peter took out his phone, snapping a few pictures of them together as they watched the waterfall flow over the cliff before heading back on the nature trail. Meredith skipped ahead, and Peter noticed something in her hair.

“Hey, wait up, you got something in your hair.” Peter rushed to catch up with her, and she stopped.

“Is it a bug? Ahhh...get it out…GET IT OUT,” she screamed, patting the top of her head.

“No, it's just a twig.” He picks it out, handing it to her with a smirk. “Here you go, Twig.” She grinned, taking it in her hands and skipping ahead once again; that nickname is a keeper.

________

Peter walked up to the nurse's station with Mer holding on tight to his hand. She was scared, but why wouldn’t she be? It was hard enough for an adult to watch a parent fight for their life, let alone a little girl.

“Good afternoon, how may I help you?” the nurse asked, glancing up from her computer.

“We’re here to see YN LN,” Peter answered. “The doctors told us we could see her today.”

“Of course.” The nurse nodded, typing into her computer. “She is in room 423, but I’ll page her doctor, and she’ll take you up to see her.”

“Thank you.”

“Thanks, nurse lady,” Meredith replied, pulling her dad towards the waiting room chairs. Meredith sat down, and Peter took the seat next to her. She fidgeted in her seat as they waited for the doctor.

“It’s going to be okay, Twig,” Peter reassured, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“I know.”

Peter looked up to see a doctor dressed in teal scrubs approach them. “Good afternoon, I don’t think we met, but I’m Dr. Palmer. Are you YN’s husband?”

“Ah…no. It’s complicated.” Peter shrugged, standing up to shake her hand and introduce himself. She nodded then glanced down to Meredith.

“Are you ready to see your mom, Meredith?”

“Born ready,” Meredith replied, hopping off her chair as Dr. Palmer led the way. 

Peter's eyes couldn’t help but wander around the hospital as they followed behind Dr. Palmer. He never liked seeing the plain white walls or the boring pastel art hung up in each room. He hated the chemical smell in the air, and how it sent this nauseous feeling to the pit of his stomach every time he took a deep breath. It brought back too many bad memories, and he hoped Meredith wouldn’t have to experience the same feeling he went through all those years ago.

Dr. Palmer stopped outside your open door. “I want to inform you both, YN might not look like the YN you remember, but she is the same person.”

“It’s okay, I’ve watched enough medical shows I could do a tra-tray-trach-tracheotomy,” Meredith stuttered, shooting Dr. Palmer a wink.

“In that case, go on in smartypants,” she grinned, stepping away from the door.

Meredith ran into the room and headed straight to your bedside. Peter took a step into the room, but Dr. Palmer stopped him in the doorway. “I wanted to inform you her condition is still the same, but we are hopeful she will improve within the next few days.”

“Me too.”

“If you have any questions. I would be happy to answer them, but you should really get in there.”

“Thank you, Dr. Palmer.” She nodded, leaving him.

He walked into the room, and his breathing stopped. Your body looked so pale and fragile like if he touched you, he would break something. You were always the strong-willed woman that could knock him down a notch when he got cocky, but you looked so different. He stepped closer to you regaining his breath and noticed there were a few bruises and scrapes covering your arms and face, but you were still beautiful. If it wasn’t for the tube sticking out of your mouth, it would look like you were sleeping instead of fighting for your life. You needed to make it through this, Meredith needed you. He needed you.

“Hi, mommy. You won’t believe who is here,” she grinned at him over her shoulder. “Daddy, Mommy. Daddy came. He is so cool, just like you said. I met him, and I love him already.”

Peter felt his heart quicken and tingle at her words. She never called him Daddy or said those three special words up until this point, and he realized Mer wanted to wait until you were with them. He felt the corners of his mouth turn up into a loving smile as Meredith told you everything they did today. She told you about his studio, eating lunch and ice cream in the park, and going on a nature hike to see the waterfall. She didn’t leave out a single detail and Peter was surprised with how much she remembered. He didn’t even remember what he ate for breakfast.

____

Peter and Gamora worked out a scheduling system within the next couple days. Gamora dropped her off at school while Peter picked her up and took her to the studio. He'd try to help her with her homework, but it turned out Nat was much better at it than he was. Other times, he took Mer to see you in the hospital. On one of their visits, he took her to the gift shop and bought her a coloring book to help brighten up your room. Everyday Mer finished her homework, she’d color a few pages and hang them in your room the next day.

With five days passing since the accident, the doctors were seeing improvements in your condition. They removed the breathing tube, and they were confident you’d wake up in the next few days. Meredith believed it was all her doing because of all the colorful pictures hanging on the walls. Gamora and Peter agreed that it was by far the best artwork in the hospital.

Peter appreciated Gamora allowing him to spend time with Mer. It gave him the chance to get to know her and learn what he missed out on. With each day they spent together, Peter realized how much he wanted to be involved in her life.

_____

AN: Awww...more adorable father-daughter moments. What did you all think of the nickname Peter gave Meredith? I thought it would be kind of cute and it's a cool easter egg. Next week, yall will finally hear (technically read) a podcast episode, so get ready! Thanks for reading and comments always appreciated!

[cuntlordsblog]

i only liked the first episode of he dracula series and heres why

this was the vibe i instantly caught. like, i was stoned but ok.

dracula is lonely

johns a masochist

JOHN and mina are a couple in an open relationship and are deeply in love. they always come back to each other, and dine together and away on the deliousness of carnal desire. they were bisexuals.

in minas letter to JOHN she describes as much, wishing him luck on his journey and describing her thoughts on the nermous beautiful woman he may encounter on these journies. going on she also names the handsome men she could sample while he's away, noting the new cute bartender they had been eyeing the other day; how they imagine he'd taste.

Sitting in a carriage, JOHN was here on an unusual work task, he was to travel to a count dracuals castle in a farout snowy mountainous region of the latin country transylvania. as an Englishman and lawyer this trip is a strange one, but nevertheless it paid well and JOHN needed to earn money to pay for their grand wedding mina had planned, it was just 2 months away.

the atmosphere was as cold as the air outside, snow piling in banks along the trodden path. there was a family of 3 headed to the next village over, the gruff stage coach driver, and myself all stuffed into the clamy warmth of the stage coach. frost nipped at our ears from the cracks in the window; everyones combined body heat and hot breath in the confined space. they would steal hurried looks at him, but would look away when he tried to make eye contact.

the counts castle was a 2 hour ride from the nearest town, but not 45 minutes into the ride the coach ground to a halt.

"what's going on???"

"you get out here." the driver grunts as he jumps down, he quickly grabs your luggage and ushers you out of the cab.

"put we're still a ways off! we're nowhere near the castle, I dont even see it!" JOHM EXLAIMs as he HURRIES to keep up with the driver.

"we don't go any further. he will send a driver." he says, his voice hard leaving no room for argument.

sputtering you pick up your luggage from the snow where he placed it. a hand to your head youre in shock! a exasperated laugh puffs from your chest. "how will he know where to find me??"

"he knows where you are." the driver answers cryptically as he good back into the drivers seat. giving you one last forlorn look he sets off at a gallop. you see the eyes of the other passengers stare out the window as the coach quickly disappears around a bend.

it's not long after that you hear branches cracking and the thump of hooves and a jet black coach with 2 black stallions and a driver dressed is all black, his face obscured by a hat and scarve.

"good day!" JOHN. hollers waving his hand and picking up once more the handles on his case.

the coach comes to a skidding stop in front of him, stunned peter stands and stares with his mouth agape, a hand to his hat. the driver regarded him silently, not offering any instruction or aid.

"are you going to help me with my luggae???" no reply "no????well, ok." JOHN hauls himself into the sleek carriage, dragging his luggage with both arms, his suitcase logged betwix his arms. throwing himself into a seat he pants exhausted from the long days travel and burst of exertion he sits back and rests. the cabin lurches as the horses start running. you close your eyes with a sigh.

the coach comes to a sudden halt and your eyes fly open, you fell asleep!

the door to the cab flies open and the driver grabs your luggage and places it outside the carriage. replacing his hat, petter steps out of the carriage and notices hes still a ways off from the doors. the driver hops back onto the drivers seat.

"not going to help me i take it?"

no response

"didn't think so." JOHN fills his arms and begins the treck towards the large castle doors.

finally arriving in front of the door it was evening, petter drops his luggage and takes a momment to catch his breath and right his crooked attire. petter raises his hand to knock on the immense doors but before hand could come into contact with wood the doors had swung open to reveal an empty dimly lit hallway.

nervous, petter looks about slowly, not willing to make a move when suddenly a swarm of bats comes streaming from the doorway surrounding petter, flying in close, their wings carressing his entire body with their wings as they flew by. it felt as if the swarm had hands, he felt molested and revolted. his skin crawling, he cowered hoping the bats would soon leave. peeking over his raised arms he notices a man now standing in the the dim doorway. the bats have all but left, lowering his arms and resuming the posture of a good British gentle man.

the man before him was bizarrely pale, his skin and hair a stark white. he seemed quite old, his handsome features lined with deep wrinkles. he wears a crimson robe and leans on an ornate gold cane.

what an impressive man. petter thinks as he clears his throat and straightens out his jacket, embarrassed to have shown the man who he assumes is his client such an embarrassing scene.

"Greetings! I am, count, Dra-Que-la." he says gesturing wide, he spoke English like he has a mouth full of marbles. "I am pleased that you would journey so far to personally deliver the papers for my new estate in your beautiful country, england!" the count smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "please, come in." the count gestures to deeper into the dim castle.

petters the mention of his work flipped petters switch into work mode, his nerves washing away on the waves of a confident man who is good at his job. with a renewed vigor and purpose petter quickly hefts his luggage and follows the count into the castle. the sooner the man signed the purchase papers the sooner petter could go back to his beautfil mina. he would have to write a response to her letter before leave, responding in equal mirth (thirst), telling her of the handsome count, he was older than petter usually goes for, much older, but petter still found the old count oddly alluring and wabted to share this thought with his lover. brag. wink.

a soft chuckle startles JOHN out of his day dreams, he looks up from his feet (the light is so faint he had to focus on his feet as to not stumble on the stone) a warm glow came from the fireplave at the end of the high ceilinged room. a long table was placed in the center or the room covered with a feast. dropping gis luggage at the sight of a hot meal petter rushes forward and takes in the beautiful sight.

he turns back to the count "may i??????" pointing at the food. the count SMILES and nods.

td;lr

JOHN eats at one side of the table and the count the other. the count smiles placedly as he eats.

later petter thanks him for the meal which had been cleared away, he moves to the case opens it, and places the documents on the rable. he moves a candle closer so everyrging is easy to see, pulling out an ink pot and a quill he smiles, "alright then shall we proceed?" gesturing at the paper work.

the count evades JOHNS yes/no question by begining a monologue about why he's buying this property in England. he recalls the early years of his life when everything tasted so exciting and new, but now, he lives in a dank castle in the cold isolated mountains of the mother country. frankly, hes bored! but as hes spent his life in an isolated castle in a forgeine country, he fears he will have a hard time fitting in... which is why..." he continues as he gets up achingly from his seat and slowly makes his way to john seated at the far end of the table, papers out and pen in hand eyes wide and mouth agape. "...you will be staying with for a month and we shall travel back to england together."

exasperated and surprised john had heard nothing of the sort, he was only supposed to be here a few days! just long enough to get the counts signatures and finalize the purchase of the estate. he tries to refuse but the count grabs his hands and holds them cupped gently as he fluidly sits in the chair next to john. stunned in silence john sits and gapes at the count. his hands cold and dry, covered in deep wrinkles, his long nails evident. the count locks eye contact with John, gazing deep into his eyes "please john, i want to learn how to be a good British gentle man, like yourself." john begins to sputter and tries to jolt his hands away but the count doesnt loosen his grip. " besides," he continuesleabing forward and pulling john in towards him "your employer has already agreed to these terms" he ends witha wink and a smile, releasing Johns hand and sitting back folding his own hands on his chest. "now, tell me about England."

defeated and exhausted john relents, and dazedly answers the counts numerous questions about england, and British social ettiquet. between the counts qiestions John had a few of his own like why didn't his employer explain this to HIM, etc.

the count had brought out some wine at one point and began pouring glasses for John, and in Johns distress over this unexpexted situatiom he has found himself in, partook. and drank, amd drank, until his lips were loose and his comments nigh unfiltered, the good buisness ettique veneer washed away along with the wine.

a bit tipsy now, while answering another one of the counts more unusual questions blah blah blah john reaches to grab his wine glass while rolling his eyes and flapping and knocks it over. the glass shatters on the smooth stone floor.

"oh crumb" he explaims and leans over to pick up the larger shards.

"no dont both--" the count begins, starting to get out of his chair.

"ouch!" John yelps, he cut his finger picking up a piece of broken glass. holding his finger to his face to inspect the wound he pouts and squeezes his wounded finger tip, letting a crimson stream of blood well up and slide down his finger. john sticks his injured bloodied finger in his mouth and realizes the count has disappeared into thin air. surprised john pops his finger out of his mouth and looks around the room. "count?" he spots the count in a dark cornwd, his back facing john leaning heavily on a dresser.

concerned john jumps up and begins to make his way over to the count "count dracula? is something wrong?" no response. john can see the deep, even, slow rise and fall of the counts breathing. leaned against the dresser the was perfectly still but for he rise and fall of his chest. john reaches the count in a few hurrieded strides of his long mantis legs and places a hand on the counts shlulder, and attempts to turn him to get a look at his face "are you alrivht?"

and all of a sudden like the crack of a whip the count was upon him, hand gripping theback of his neck and the hand john had reached out to grab him with unbelievable strength pressing his body to john and pinninf him against the cold stone wall. before john even realizes whats going on the counts lips were upon him, his tounge pushing past Johns lips and devouring his mouth, tasting it.

not all together NOT not into this john gives into the counts attack and kisses back. he had found the old count rather compelling... who is he to refuse a kiss this delicious?? John surrenders to the count, turning to jelly in his grip and sliding his free arm around the counts back.

the count seemed surpised and momentarily taken aback before swiping his tongue along his bottom lip the count deepens their kiss, suxking Johns tongue into his mouth and a moment later sinking his teeth in. needle sharp pain eruptes from Johns tongue sending bolts of electricity through his body settinf gis nerves on fire.

the count didn't let up his bite, lips wrapped around johns Tongue the count began to suck, and suck hard.

Dracula drinks deeply from John, drunk om the pleasure of exotic nlood. and John, lightheaded from the onslaught of sensations and loss of blood simply hangs off of the count. his eyes flutter and close, passing out.

john feels himself slump, and can distantly feel the count detaching himself before he lets himself fall unconious.

waking up john finds himself in a bed, slowly pushing himself up his head swims. confused he looks around the room, heavy drapes cover the windows and numerous candles are lit. the bed he sits in is large and canopyed, the whole room shouted decadence.

"ahem" says the man standing in the doorway. he's handsome and peppered, tall and lean, and looks oddly familiar....

"I'm sorry about last night," the man began, his voice too sounding particularly familiar..."I have a hard time controlling myself..."; all the while john is mesmerized, who is he...I don't know anyone this hot... . he continues, walking towards john, stopping a breath away and grabbing his chin, lifting Johns face towards his own "blood.".

the count dives in and steals his mouth, kissing him deeply. john is surprised momentarily but melts into the counts kiss. chuckling the count pulls away. "your balls of steal never cease to amaze me" the count laughs, turning away and walking a few faces away.

"you're the count dracula, arent you?" John finally starts "but you look so young!".

the count doesnt seem to expect that line of questioning after all that had happened the night before and a laugh escapes his lips. whirling on john he smiles, "thats really what you want to know?"

confused john cocks his head and gives the count an utterly confused doe eyed questioning stare.

at a loss for words the count face palms and turns away briefly, before turning back around and taking a seat on the bed. he reaches over and holds johns hands in his own. he looks soulfully into johns eyes and answers "i drank your blood johnny."

"and my blood made you younger???!" john exclaims, totally missing the point "thats amazing!".

"huh" taken aback the count gives john a rueful smile. "you're taking this quite... calmly.".

"well this is quite amazing! simply from drinking my blood you've become radically younger! i wonder what would happen if you drank more...?" John finishes, squeezing counts hands.

surprised and frankly into it the count smiles and leans towards john, breathing heavily on his lips, hovering just above them before diving for the juncture of his neck which hits shoulder, nice in juicy.

in pure ecstasy john moans and holds on tight to the count, pressing up into his bite.

this time the count only takes but a few mouth fulls before swiping his tongue over the wound, knitting the town flesh together. out of breath and a little light headed john collapses against the pillows as the count wipes his bloodied mouth and licks his hand clean, standing up once more and looming over the bed. panting john blearily looka up at the count to see a blisteringly handsome young man, filled out, dark hair, stunner.

"woah" john breathes, a hand to his previously bleeding neck, fingers running over the fresh scar.

i wanted them to be best boyfriends and teach each other stuff and then go home to mina in england and everyone would get married to each other and also dined together nah mean. anyway i watched episode 3 and that kinda soured it for me

[icarus-imagines]

Hermione Granger X Female!Hufflepuff!Reader

Could you do a hermione granger x female hufflepuff reader?

Word Count: 3,053

~Her Freckles Taste Like Cinnamon~

“Hermione, stop it…”

Hermione, despite being told what to do, even though the voice was soft spoken, in fact, did not ‘stop it’. She continued on, her quill that held a pretty raven colored feather, swishing quickly back and forth with the quick movements of her well-trained hand. Words of deep and dark black ink stained the beigish/brown parchment, leaving her handwriting of concentrated hard work in its wake. This only seems to aggravate the one who had spoken up however, you, to the point they had to devise another way to get Gryffindor Granger to stop her actions.

With a swift jerk of your hand, you snatched up the quill that had once been placed in her pretty little hands. While it could have been classified as a very rude thing to do, it was the only way to get her attention. Because when she was focused on something all the other things behind her would wash away and become a blur in her peripheral vision of sight.

Holding the quill in your hands you pulled it farther away from her when she tried to reach forward to take hold of it once again. Her usual warm gingerbread eyes glare intensely into your own (E/c) with such a ferocity that you could only conclude that whatever she was going through truly was of more importance than mere homework. How troubled inside she could be, yet on the outside look like the same girl people believed her to be.

“Please, give it back,” Hermione whisper-yelled with desperation. If it was not for the fact you were both in the library you wondered what she would have done instead. “I need it.”

“You say you need this,” you start, silently pulling a chair and sitting beside her, “but you don’t seek what you truly need.”

She stares at you perplexed for a few moments before retracting her hand to ball into her lap as a small sign of defeat. While you were an ordinary Hufflepuff girl you talked like a Ravenclaw. Your words were somehow like writing poetry when they spilled from your lips. All people who knew you would all agree that even if you had called someone an atrocious and nasty name it would still sound like bell chimes on the porch of a cozy house. Everything you said was a lullaby, on that Hermione needed more than she knew. With her rough exterior, she needed someone to calm her thoughts and insecurities.

Oh, how she needed you more than life itself yet even she herself didn’t know it.

With a small sigh, she momentarily forgot about the mass of books, both open and stacked, on the table along with the long winding parchment paper for an essay due next week, to instead look at you. Her dark and nicely bushy hair brushed over her shoulder when she swirled her head to look at you. Those eyes of earthquakes stopped their assault and focused on you. Just you. And nothing else that was raging on inside.

“What is it that I need?” she sighed a bit. She may have not looked like she was enjoying this conversation, but deep down inside she was. She was glad you noticed her very very subtle change in her demeanor today. You, besides maybe Harry and Ron, knew what truly went on in that impressive brain of hers.

“A shoulder to cry on,” you replied simply, standing up for a second to scoot your chair closer to you. Both your bare legs touched each other, due to the short skirt, and you could feel her skin heating against your already.

Her eyes widened a bit in what you perceived as not only shock and confusion but startlement and fright. “W-What?” her words wavered into a stutter that you knew she would be internally cursing herself with.

“Hermione,” you said sweetly like that of cajolement as not to anger her or even worse, scare her off. “As your girlfriend, there are rules I must abide by, you know.”

Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, but her cheekbones dusting with a delectable pink from your word of ‘girlfriend’. While gay-marriage and all that followed under the umbrella term was allowed, but it was still a touchy subject to those who did not like the act. Hermione’s parents were one of the few getting used to the idea, so having their own daughter have these tendencies and likes was still confusing. Since she was taught at such a young age to believe certain ideals, it still made her flustered when the topic came up.

She loved you with every fiber in her being. The taboo rule of being a same-sex couple just made her feel like she wasn’t abiding by the laws for which they had been placed for more than a few decades. It was like a dessert she could never eat even though her mouth was telling her to devour it. You were that dessert, that caramel filled chocolate that made her not care about rules or peoples judgment.

But sometimes...it did get to her.

“Rules,” she asked slowly, trying to figure out what you meant. “What rules?”

You reached over and gingerly took her hand in yours. Overall, her hand was smooth and like a girl’s was supposed to be, but on her fingertips, there were tenuous bumps from calluses. All the years she had spent writing, flipping pages from books, conjuring up potions to help her friend group called the ‘Golden Trio’. One might find it unladylike, to have rough hands, even though hers were still quite nice. But you found it utterly fascinating.

How she had been through so much in such a short amount of time. To think she was a normal schoolgirl in England, but now a student under the tutelage of wizards in a school of magic in Scotland. She had progressed so far, done so many things. You idolize her even before she knew of your name. Before she even knew you, a poetic Hufflepuff, even existed. To be her significant other was like a dream come true and you never wanted it to end.

“Well,” you began, your right hand, which was not occupied with her own, tapping on your chin in thought, “wouldn’t you think it was my duty to always make you happy?”

A sideways smile appeared on her face and while she tried to make it look real, it was obviously fake. She knew you probably knew this too, you knew everything about her. “But I am happy,” she tried to persuade you to think so. “Why would you think I am anything else but happy?”

Your face turns from playful to serious in the span of five seconds after she utters those words. “I know you're not happy. It’s quite easy to tell even though your best friends Harry and Ron might not figure it out.”

Her small smile disappears and she wears a frown that makes your insides twist. “Yes, you’re...you're right,” she confirms your deductions, breaking under the pressure of keeping her mask on in front of you. “I haven’t been myself lately and I am more than sure you already know why.”

You get closer to her, your shoulder brushing against her, and even though the clothes covering your bodies separate you two, you swear you can feel the heated skin beneath meeting your own. “Yes, but I can’t really understand why, “ you begin, but quickly try to explain yourself. “I mean I do. I understand just how much he can get on your nerves and drag you down, but…,” you look into her eyes, you orbs small spheres of fire, “I cannot begin to imagine someone like you losing to someone like Malfoy.”

You see the disgust evident on her face when you say his last name, but your words seem to calm her down. They offer her solace and shelter. To know you believe in her and everything she does is more than incredible. Others believe in her too, but your faith in her is selfless. Unconditional love and affection beyond measure.

“He is just that type of person,” she says through her gritted teeth. While the majority of the feelings he inflicted on her to have was that of anger, some of it was sadness. You knew it wasn’t just an inkling in the back of your mind for she continued one. “I used to think boys were amazing, but the older I get the more I feel repulsed.”

“Some boys are good and some are bad. You just need to find the ones who make you feel happy, make you feel like you could conquer the world,” you laugh a little thinking about the Chosen One Harry and the goofy Weasley Is Our King. Your laugh seems to brighten her mood, a genuine smile flitting across her features.

The small, almost undetectable freckles upon her cheeks glow in the low light. They look like sprinkles of bright golden dust, powered on her face to make her look otherworldly. You can’t but lean in. Lean in closer to that very face and softly peck a chaste kiss upon it. An odd thought pops in your head for a second, wondering if you would be able to take those sprinkled freckles and convert them onto your lips.

She smells of spicy cinnamon, such a feisty seasoning, you thought. If they did stick to my lips, which is impossible, would they taste of cinnamon?

As you lean back and open your eyes, you are welcomed with the amusing expression she now sports. With a face the color of summer cherries and gingerbread eyes sparkling with something unknown, you can only think of the million things running through her mind. But before you could question it, she surprises in one of the ways you never thought she would do.

She kisses you.

Her lips are soft and you taste a small, yet still significant, amount of peach from the plump extremities of flesh. Hidden in a more isolated part of the library, she had gained the courage to act upon your flirtation attitude and actions. Replying to her move, you lean into her, a tilt of your head giving you more access to be one with you to a more fulfilling extent.

Her hands come up to clutch at you yellow and black Hufflepuff attire. The cotton of the sweater underneath the traditional robes shift against her hands, almost enticing her to go under, but she stays put. There needs to be no more progress beside this, for this is all she needs. This is close enough for her even though there could be more progression.

Your own hands slid up from her elbows to her shoulders and finally to her head. With one hand, you stick it behind the adjoined meeting place of her neck and the bottom of her skull, while the other comes to cup of her cheek. Both your hands are full with her hot skin, her big hair, and you know then this is all you want from life.

Sooner than either of you wish, you both part in favor of more than needed oxygen. As you inhale air to keep yourselves alive, you still stay close, her darker toned bangs brushing your forehead. You can feel her warm breath wafting over your face, the heat doing nothing to quell the flush you now have obtained yourself. Inhaling a bit you smell the strong scent of cinnamon wafting off of her body. You love the smell. Her own natural scent she carries with her wherever she roams.

Her cute lips are parted in an almost provocative way. Looking at them makes you want to snatch them up again however you do not. Instead, your (E/c) orbs shift from her lips to her eyes. Despite thinking of them to have their pupils full-blown and wide, they are the opposite. They are shiny, gleaming with pure love. No lust, is in them. This fact drives your insides wild knowing this attraction you feel for each other is not some fling. It is here. And it is here to stay.

“You astound me,” you whisper soothingly, feeling the edge of sleep catching you. Or was it lovesickness in disguise, perhaps?

“That is supposed to be my line,” she smiles, a more than adorable giggle flitting past her lips at your compliment to her.

You both giggle together as you untangle yourselves, life becoming the reality once again after indulging into a moment of tranquility. As she fixes her hair, though you doubt anybody would notice, you help stack the open books into neat piles on the wooden desk. Curling up her parchment into her school bag, making sure it is secure and won’t fall out, you push in your chair with a smile.

She looks at her leather school bag hanging from your shoulder, but you quickly wave it off. “I’ve got it,” you tell her.

She grins, her mood somehow brightening the whole room. To know she is thankful for your help makes you all the much more content. Black school shoes click-clacking just quiet enough to not make a big ruckus. You casually grab her arm, linking it with yours, and make it back to your respective common rooms together.

Though she insisted on leading you back, her chivalry shining through, you lead her first to her own Gryffindor common room. You wanted to not only see her off but to make sure she doesn’t have to walk alone after having to go to your much farther away Hufflepuff House common room. What kind of girlfriend would you be if you did that?

Standing idly outside of the common room, far enough from the Fat Lady so she will not overhear your conversations, you give Hermione back her bag. “Thank you,” she speaks, clutching her leather school bag tightly.

“What for?” you chide playfully.

“Helping me,” she replies quickly. “Reminding me that other people's views and opinions cannot dictate what I do with my life. How I lead my life, though it may ‘hurt’ others, should be one that makes me happy. Makes me joyful in everything I do.”

Her words melt your heart, and as she moves forward to put a stray strand of (H/c) hair behind your ear you find yourself replying back. “I want you to live a life a life you do not regret,” you say, though it could have a twinge of sadness peaking through.

She reacted quickly with, “Of course I won’t! With you by my side I know life will be more than worth living.”

“That makes me more than glad you hear you say that,” you murmur.

She smiles at you as a small goodbye and turns to head towards the Fat Lady. She only reaches about three steps before you tug her sleeve back. With a quick movement as she turns to look at you in bewilderment and confusion, you kiss her on the lips. You savor the taste of the peach and the heat of it all. Being swift, before she can do anything about it, you leave her lips and take a kitten lick of her heated cheek.

For a moment she forgets it will soon be past curfew and lets out a tiny shriek. “H-hey! What-What was that for!?”

“An experiment,” you say. “I wanted to figure something out.”

“I swear, all Hufflepuffs are completely lucid,” she sighs as you wipe her cheek clean of anything wet. “Well, did you figure it out?”

You give her a cheeky grin, laughing. “Yes, I now know for sure.”

She looks as if she wants to question you about it, but she lets it go, opting to leave you be. When you were like this she knew it was best to let you complete it without a word of disruption. “Whatever you say, (Y/n),” she bids you goodnight, walking back to the Fat Lady who seems to be giggling from the school love affair situation. “See you at breakfast.”

You wave to her as she disappears behind the painting and is engulfed into the Gryffindor common room. Smiling to yourself you turn on your heels and retreat to your own common room. With (E/c) orbs and flushes (S/c) flushed from the events that have occurred today you know sleep may be harder to come by tonight.

You don’t mind it in the least though. You had helped you fierce girlfriends realize that there are up and downs to living you must conquer. Whether you had a helping hand or none at all, you can get through things. It may be a hard winding road or it might be a straight road off into the horizon. Either way, you would be able to get over it.

Malfoy may not understand this right now, but hopefully, he would soon. Hopefully, he would learn picking on someone because of their blood is something that won't fix your own problems. Healing internally helps with healing externally. You kept in your prays the wish for him to understand this. Whether it starts tomorrow or in the years to come. To see Malfoy grow up and right his wrongs were one thing you desperately wanted to live to see.

Hermione was your inner and external struggle too. That girl with sharp words like a lion’s claws and the combined mind of a revolutionist was your weakness and your strength. A Gryffindor with a Hufflepuff. Such an unusual pair. A strong one though, when fitting bravery and patience together.

You did learn something overall, albeit it was small and probably useless. Yet it made your heart soar to the skies for some unfathomable reason only you yourself would truly know. And may it be an imaginary conclusion or true fact you concluded it was all you needed to know about her.

Her freckles taste like cinnamon...

~The End~

[bubblepunk99s]

Amara

Dust motes danced in the airy light of Anis’ study as he shifted through a storm of essences.

He had called his desk an ‘aromatic apothecary’. Amara had dubbed it a ‘scent bench’. Racks of essence bottles curved around him as he furiously scribbled formulas on to wafers of paper. Occasionally he would un-cork one, releasing a burst of scent that filled the room before dissipating just as quickly- rose oil, hyacinth, slowly burning sandalwood, even that metal stench Amara had always associated with the Void gates back home. Anis would take stock of it then return to his scribbling.

Another uncorking. A fierce note of burning pepper-bush flooded Amara’s nostrils. Then it was gone. More scribbling.

“That was a good one.”  

“Hmm.” Anis sounded unconvinced. “Bit too overpowering, might need a modifier, maybe a citrus ester or a floral one. But that’s in my rayiha so I’ve been told and I don’t think it’s very becoming of me to aim for a signature just yet...”

He continued on in this manner. Amara really didn’t mind. She’d learned a lot over the past week thanks to Anis’ ramblings- his role as a student in the school of extracting (itself part of the house of sciences) the nature of his craft, the Soljin’s nature as part of a greater whole- one of four peoples that had split apart from days spent as Void-wandering nomads, different in many ways but bound by the faith that had united them so long ago- the faith of midãd, the pursuit of the divine substance. Anis considered his work to be the greatest expression of that history, crafting multi-layered scents from countless differing essences.

“So, how’s your work coming along?”

“Oh.” Rising herself from her stupor, Amara glanced back at her sketches. Though Anis had provided a desk to study at right next to a disused alembic, her mind had been elsewhere. It was with Tia and the others now searching for ingredients in the shops and markets. Ingredients for Met’s...treatment.

“Something is in you.” She had said to her, sitting her down in the lovers’ small home. “Call it a baran, call it kaba, call it whatever you like. Just know it isn’t getting out unless we force it out.”

“A...” Amara remembered. “The bolt.”

“Yes, the bolt. The one you were struck by. It came from the god-grounds.”

“You knew about that?!” Tia had been aghast

“I sensed something in her when we shook hands. You telling me about the storm destroying your district confirmed my suspicions. Why do you think I chose to let you stay after your friend’s treatment?”

“So, you were keeping things from us.” Udana said. “Why should we trust you now?”

“It’s not about trust. It’s about necessity. You think the wights you met in the desert were bad? Whatever’s in you now is far older, far darker. I don’t know how it got into you but I know I’m the only one in this city that can get it out. You need more than a doctor, you need someone who understands the dead.”

Silence. Then Khedes had spoken up.

“We can help you.”

“Amara?”

Amara blinked. “Sorry... just thinking about-”

“About your condition?”

She nodded. Setting his work aside, Anis came up and laid a hand on her shoulder. Thankfully he wasn’t shocked back 10 meters.

“I’m sorry I can’t help you more. That way you wouldn’t have to rely on that frightful pair.” He rubbed his neck. “If only I could be more like En-Kindi.”

“Who?”

“En-Kindi, the founder of the school of extracting, part of the house of sciences first master’s council. He could do everything: perfume, metallurgy, astronomy, cryptography. A true polymath! He once said that “time exists only with motion.  Body with motion, motion with body. If there is motion there is necessarily body, if there is body there is necessarily motion.”

“How does that relate to all my problems?”

“It means if you keep moving forward then things will definitely work out in the end!”

They both chuckled at that. Then awkward silence resumed.

“You know” Anis continued. “He also said we should devote ourselves to the truth. Always keep looking for it, even if it came from peoples distant and nations different from us. I think he approve of you coming all the way out here...and that he would want me to help you.”

Amara gave a gentle, tired smile. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

Anis smiled back. He was about to say something more when suddenly there was a wrapping at the door. Perplexed, he went and opened it. He returned with a small wooden box. Lifting its lid revealed 4 small perfume bottles and a note with 4 words in the Soljinn script written on it. Amara recognised them as street names.

Anis’ smile faded.

“Come on. Time I showed you the other part of my job.”

Kuru’s house of sciences was an alternating mix of interior and exterior spaces. Shadowed hallways would lead to fragrant courtyards bordered by rounded pillars of Aban-Sad stone. Its student body a mix of promising young scholars swelled by the patronage of established academics and those who had been sent by less established families to rise through scholarship and intellectual endeavour. Anis was one such student.

“Wish you could have seen things when everyone was here. Boys would wear off-world jeans under their work robes. We dared each other to flip them up when to get a glimpse of what style they were trying out.”

“Did you really?”

Anis blinked. “Please don’t assume every strapping young Soljinn man is as socially awkward as me.”

That of course had changed with the Corvus’ arrival. The school was backed by public funding, along with that of the social elite- bankers, merchants and military officers. When the Corvus assumed command that wellspring quickly dried up. Students and teachers alike dropped out, some seeking to get jobs as translators and scientists, others hurling themselves against the walls of the Nest in protest.

So now the school Amara walked through was a ghost of its former self. A time when the sound of scratching pens on paper and all manner of scientific, philosophical and theological discourse that fell under the banner of falsafa- Natural studies- filled the air. A time when so many Rayihas joined together it was hard to tell when one person’s soul ended and another’s began.

“That’s one sad story.” Amara said sympathetically, as they head out through the school’s main embossed arch.

“Not half as sad as where we’re going, I’m afraid.”

Where they were headed was a street in the city’s old quarter. En-Yaqut it was called, the birthplace of some of the city’s finest biographers and renowned for its scroll-stores, literary cafes and abundant collections of ornate manuscripts. After all, was it not said that the ink of the quill was holier than the blood of the martyr?

Amara couldn’t see that beauty now. As they followed the street downhill, the air began to smell of smoke. Shutters covered the front of shops, emblazoned with graffiti of a bird spreading its wings between two trees. A young boy flicked rocks at these shutters, which quickly burst into flames, alighted by security lasers.

“Oh no...”

Amara turned to see what Anis was looking at. Standing at a bend in the road was a charred husk of a building. It looked like it had come from Amara’s ruined district, though it stood alone instead of being surrounded by others like it. A crowd had gathered, some dousing the charred walls with water jets.

“Not Shaba...”

“You!” An old woman cried, in black robes with embroiled cuffs. “You from the house?”

“I am... I am.” Anis confirmed. “Please Shaba...the owner of this place...he isn’t...”

The lady shook her head. “Some of his clients were translators for the Corvus. A fight broke out over it and then the fire started. He didn’t survive.”

Anis fell to his knees, his breathing ragged. Amara knelt with him.

“A friend?”

He nodded shakily.

Amara didn’t need to know any more. But she needed to snap Anis out of this.

“Anis, we came here to do something. Do you remember?

Another nod. With trembling hands, he took out one of the vials and poured its contents on to the ground, murmuring what sounded like a prayer under his breath.

Slowly a rayiha surrounded them. It smelled like drying paint and fresh parchment. Amara almost thought she saw it, as a hazy silhouette of a man standing before them.

Anis seemed to glimpse it to.

“You always were so accepting, Shaba.” He turned to the woman. “Make sure the Clerics find his body and give it the rites. We have others to see to.”

He then swerved back up the way they had come. Amara nearly had to run to keep up with him.

“Perfumes are an accompaniment to someone’s soul. Naturally they can be used to guide and heal lost ones. When a body is prepared for the rites, we provide perfumes to guide the rayiha back to it.”

He gave Amara a gentle, tired smile.

“The house of sciences may be fading, but that line of work keeps me occupied a lot nowadays.”

Why had they come?

To dethrone tyrants of course! The rulers of Kuru had become depraved and needed removing. Had they not rounded up dissident scholars, removed them from public office? Had they not charged exorbitant fees for the stone of Kuru, exploiting them over the years? Had they not acted to the detriment of every non-Soljinn in the city and punished those who practiced tolerance? Men like Shaba?

“Well that was a fucking lie.” Anis growled.

The Corvus’ defeat of these men- the feared mihna lawgivers- had been like something of out of a legend. The air had suddenly filled with white light. Spears of it leapt down to strike the lawgivers palace. Then ship after ship had floated down to continue the assault.

Such talk there had been! Anti-regime cells had gathered in the coffee shops whispering of plans that would never see fulfillment. Some wrote and translated advisory letters to the Corvus, others hoped that translation schools would be built to speed negotiations between the people and the invaders.

Such dreams- of translation, of communication- had died swiftly when the Corvus demonstrated how they translated with their first routine survey.

So, the days went on. Anti-Corvus groups making a scene, the Corvus themselves appearing out of nowhere to make a bigger mess of it. Men like Shaba- known for his tolerance of all peoples and the generosity of his spirit- killed in the crossfire, while others like Anis trailed after the violence, hoping to help in whatever way they could.

“So, you still don’t know why they are here?” Amara asked. By the time they reached the House of Science’s entrance the sun was setting. A day spent attending similar sites to the one on En-Yaqut street had left her drained. She would need to talk to Tia tonight.

“Don’t know don’t care.” Anis’ voice had seemed to age over the day, becoming as rough as Met’s at times “I’m just trying to survive.”

Just trying to survive. Made her little treasure hunt seem silly by comparison. Then Amara reminded herself she was doing it to help her own people survive as well.

Turning to the path to Met’s house, Amara thought about the violence she had seen here- how it could spread so easily to her own home, how many homes it had already taken. She thought about the artefacts lying discarded in the God-grounds and the wreckage of Shaba’s slowly burning shop.

As she did, the taste of electricity filled her mouth and goosebumps spread across her skin.

[nochuobsessed]

Reign || Pt 10

Reign Masterlist

Word Count: 3.1k

Groups: BTS, EXO, Blackpink, Twice

Au: Royal

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: abuse (I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON AND I’M SO SORRY)

Previously:

“Princess Y/N?”

“Yes?”

The men move towards you, one going behind you and the other smiling insincerely, “We’re terribly sorry we have to do this, your highness.”

The man behind you pushes a strong smelling piece of cloth against you, covering your mouth and nose, whilst the other grabs hold of your arms, holding you still until you fall to the ground.

The last thing you remembered was being dragged into the carriage, and seeing a familiar face, before everything went black.

“What the fuck just happened?”

Jungkook was confused. You had left so quickly, without a reason why. Maybe he had gone too fast. Whatever it was, he felt awful.

“I’m a terrible person,” he ranted, pacing back and forth in his chambers, “I must’ve pressured her, yet she did it without me asking? I’ll never understand her. I’ve messed up.”

Jungkook sat down at his desk, putting his head in his hands. He sighed, before grabbing a quill and paper. He knew the last thing you would want to do would be to face him, so he thought that receiving a letter would be a better idea. While you seemed more than willing to go further in your relationship, something obviously was wrong. Jungkook felt he needed to know what it was, so he could fix it in order to keep relationship going.

“I’m so sorry,” He kept repeating. He did not want to lose you, he saw a future so bright and happy with you. A wedding, finding out you were to be pregnant, giving birth to an heir. Taking over the throne once his father died, ruling over his Kingdom as King and Queen. More children, raising them to be whatever kind of prince and princess they wanted to be. Loving you until your last days.

“I love her,” he whispered, looking over the letter once more, before sealing it with wax from the candle next to him. He stood up once again, sitting on the edge of his bed, the same spot he was in an hour ago, with you on your knees in front of him. “Dammit, now is not a time to think about that.”

He stood up, shook his head, and picked up the letter. He wrote your name as neatly as he could. He left his room, in search of someone who could deliver his letter for him.

Jungkook, in his four months of living at the Park court, had decided that his castle, was much more impressive. While the Park court was fresh, filled with silvers, whites and gold, the Jeon Court was more traditional, majestic, and mystical. He wanted nothing more than to share it with you.

“Prince Jungkook? Are you alright?”

Jungkook stopped, and breathed a sigh of relief, “Lisa, yes, I do have a favor to ask.”

“Of course your highness,” Lisa said, smiling at the Prince.

“I have a letter, for the Princess.”

“Wasn’t she with you?” Lisa asked, taking the letter and looking at the envelope.

“Something… happened,” He explained, looking around to make sure that no one was listening, “She’s upset, but she wouldn’t say why.”

“And you want me to deliver the letter to her?”

“Yes.”

“Easy,” Lisa said, offering the prince a reassuring smile, “Don’t think too much about it. Most likely scenario is its nothing to do with you, your Highness. Y/N has been a bit off lately, I assure you did nothing wrong.”

“Lisa you don’t even know what happened,” Jungkook said, his eyes darting around from anxiety over the situation, “She changed, completely. We were- nevermind.”

“I see,” Lisa said, giving the Prince a cheeky smile and raising her eyebrows at him, making him hide his face, “I mean I would’ve found out eventually.”

“But then she stopped. Out of no where.”

Lisa’s mind seemed to click together, “It’s not you. I know what it is. I’ll deliver the letter straight away, your highness.”

Jungkook nodded, “Thank you, really.”

He turned around and went straight back to his chambers, face-planting on his bed.

Lisa had known that something would happen. You would never let someone know your secrets, more so let anyone know about your child. Yet she had hoped you would finally confide in Jungkook.

It had been worrying you like crazy. Everyone knows stress is bad when you are pregnant. Put that on top of hiding a pregnancy from the man you werre supposedly going to marry, it would be hell. As your Lady, she would urge you to tell Jungkook or Baekhyun, but as your friend, she understood your reasons. Still, in your best interests it would have been better than keeping it to yourself.

Lisa reached your chambers, knocking on the door, “Y/N, it’s me.” She waited to hear your voice, but when you did not reply, she walked in.

“Y/N- oh, she’s not here.”

She took small steps around your room, looking out for any signs that you had been there since the morning. There was nothing, which led Lisa to leaving your room, making sure to leave the letter from Prince Jungkook on your desk.

Lisa thought nothing of you not being there. It wouldn’t be the first time something had happened and you’d have disappeared. Usually you would go for a ride on your Horse and not come back until late evening. You would stay within the Court’s estate so you’d always be safe. Lisa had no reason to worry.

“Lisa!”

Lisa turned around, to see the twins smiling up at her. She curtsied as she smiled happily at them, “Your Highnesses.”

“Can you play hide and seek with us?” Jina asked, “Mother won’t play with us!”

“Your Mother is very busy helping your brother and Jennie. Remember, they have a new baby coming soon,” Lisa said, sitting on her knees so she would be the same height as the two royal children in front of her.

“Yes,” Jihyun said, nodding ferociously, “But will you play with us?”

Lisa beamed at the children in front of her, “Of course! You know I could never say no to the two of you.”

“Can Y/N play too?” Jihyun asked, “She hasn’t played with us in a while”

Lisa’s eyes widened, quickly trying to come up with an excuse, before settling on the truth, “Your sister has gone out with Francis. She wanted to escape the castle for a while.”

“Lucky,” Jina said, sighing, “We never get to leave the castle.”

Lisa stood up, taking the twins hands in her own, “Why not?”

“Mother doesn’t think it’s safe” Jihyun said, “She said that she doesn’t want us to end up like Father.”

Lisa sighed, before stopping once again, “Let’s play outside?”

Twenty minutes into the game, Lisa had yet to find Jina. Jihyun was helping look for his sister, but was distracted.

“Can we go for a horse ride?” Jihyun asked, “I really want to practice.”

“We have to find your sister first,” Lisa smiled, “She might be in the stables, shall we look there?”

Jihyun nodded happily, and started running ahead, before remembering that he would do well to walk when he was with someone older than him.

“Oh go ahead, I’ll catch up!” Lisa said, smiling as the six year old ran ahead.

It didn’t take long to reach the stables, and following the sound of giggling to one of the private stalls.

“Lisa I found her!”

“Hey no fair!”

Lisa laughed as she opened the gate, coming face to face with the twins.

And Francis.

“Didn’t you say Y/N went for a ride with Francis?” Jina asked, patting the large creature.

Lisa’s face filled with concern, “I-I’m not sure.”

“We’re not having sex.”

“And why not?”

“Because the baby spoke to me in a dream last night and told me not,” Jennie said, raising her eyebrows at her husband.

“I fucked you last night and everything was fine,” Jimin said, standing behind Jennie and pressing a kiss to her neck.

Jennie tilted her head towards Jimin, humming in acknowledgment, before stepping away from her husband, sending a cheeky smile his way.

“My Queen why must you tease me in such a way?” Jimin wails, dramatically falling on his bed.

“It is the only entertainment I get nowadays,” Jennie said, grinning as she walked over to the bed, hiking her skirt up and straddling Jimin, “Apart from court.” Jennie placed her hands on Jimins chest, trailing her fingers down.

Jimin propped himself up on his elbows, “You drive me crazy woman.”

Jennie smirked as she pressed her lips against Jimins, his tongue easily slipping past her lips to massage her own. The only sounds heard were the wet smacking of their lips, until Jennie let out a whimper as Jimin flipped the two over.

Jimin pulled Jennies skirt up, only to find she was wearing nothing underneath, “My my, what a perfect wife you are to me.”

“You really must’ve done something good in your past life,” Jennie said, moaning as he spread her legs, placing kisses from her lower thigh to her throbbing core. He used his fingers to open her folds, trailing his finger up and down her slit.

“So wet-“

“Put that tongue to work husband of mine,” Jennie said, arching her back as Jimin did as she asked.

Jimin loved nothing more than to eat out his wife, yet he lately felt weird doing it.

“Do you think the baby can feel it?” Jimin said, poking his head up, with a blank expression on his face.

“Jimin darling that’s not what you say while pleasing your wife.”

Jimin jumped up, as Jennie pulled her dress down, “Mother.”

“Sorry to intrude, actually I’m not, but we have pressing matters,” the Kings Mother said, “Min. They are not corresponding with us.”

“What do you mean?” Jimin said, adjusting his pants as to try and hide his erection, “Prince Yoongi was here months ago, everything was fine.”

“They’re losing power,” the Kings mother explained, “They send us timber and we send them money, and we show our support. But they’ve stopped sending us timber, so we have to stop sending money.”

“They’ll fall,” Jennie said, “They’ll lose their power and the royal family will be killed.”

“We cannot support them financially if we do not receive anything in return,” the older lady said, “That’s how this kingdom works.”

“Letting another Kingdom fall just because they can’t pay?” Jennie said, the adrenaline from hers and Jimins earlier activities easily fading, “That’s barbaric!”

“Darling you know how we are,” Jimin said, standing next to her, placing a hand on her arm, which she immediately stepped away.

“I hope to raise our child better than this,” Jennie said, placing her hands on her baby bump, “Prince Yoongi is a friend, would you really let him face death?”

Jennie looked at the two Parks, before storming out of the room, slamming the door shut.

She kept walking until she found your room, opening the door and waving the guards away.

“Y/N, your family is- of course, she’s not here.”

“Can we eat now?”

“Jihyun we only just sat down.”

“Yes Mother, but usually when we sit down we eat.”

“We are waiting for your sister,” She said, “Isn’t that right, Jimin.”

Jimin sat impatiently at the head of the table, holding Jennies hand who sat next to him. Make up sex worked quite well for the two of them. “Where is she?!” Jiminy yelled, standing up, “Guards, bring the Lady Lisa here. Tell her it is about the Princess.”

The Guards left, with everyone starting to worry.

Jungkook sat next to Samuel, looking scared as ever. Had he done this? Had he caused you to disappear? No matter what Lisa said, he couldn’t help but think that it was his fault.

“Did she go to your daily meeting?” Jennie asked her mother-in-law.

“No, I waited but she never came.”

“She was with me yesterday, but left abruptly,” Jungkook said, his voice quiet and shaky.

“Did you upset her?” Samuel asked, his glare threatening the prince in front of him.

“What were you doing when she left?” Your mother asked, causing Jungkook to snap his head towards her, his eyes widened.

“We-, were, uh-“

“The Lady Lisa, your Majesty.”

“Francis is in the stables, her things have been untouched since yesterday,” Lisa said, walking into the room, “None of the maids have seen her since yesterday.”

“She would never choose another horse,” Your mother said, “Francis means the world to her.”

Jimin stood up, placing his hands on the table in front of him, “I want every available guard looking for her.”

“You don’t mean-“ Jennie started, standing up to link hands with her King.

“She’s been kidnapped.”

Jungkook froze, his breath hitched in his throat. “I will send an envoy to my father, telling him to supply men to look for her.”

The King Mother stood up, whispered something to a servant, before ushering Jihyun and Jina out the room, “She could be anywhere, any Kingdom.”

“She’s only been gone for a day,” Samuel said, “She’s done this before-“

“But never for this long, my son,” she said, “Start organizing the troops. I want my daughter back.”

The carriage ride had been achingly long. You had woken up, with a blindfold over you face, and your hands tied together.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?” No one answered so you spoke up yet again, “Answer me I am the Princess of Park!”

Which only led you to having a gag put in your mouth.

Hours later, you were led out of the carriage, and thrown into a cold, dark room. Drops of water falling echoed throughout the room, with chains and metal doors clanging. Nothing scared you more than the sound of breathing, from another person beside you.

The restraints on your hands were removed, and replaced with metal handcuffs, chained to the wall. Once you heard the door close, you took off the blindfold and gag, tears threatening to spill.

“Y/N? Please no, it can’t be you.”

You slowly turn around, letting the tears fall, “Baekhyun.”

“I’m so sorry,” Baekhyun said, yanking on the chains as his own tears fell, “I told him about us, he became jealous. He thought I was the reason you wouldn’t be with him.”

You let out a pained sob, seeing how badly beaten up Baekhyun was. His body was bruised, and boney. He had scars and fresh wounds on his chest and face. The light in his eyes was dull. He looked dead.

“I’ve missed you,” Baekhyun said, smiling softly, “Min isn’t that exciting. Everyone was preparing to run.”

“Why?” You ask, “I thought Park helped the other kingdoms.”

“They stopped when the Royal Family could no longer send timber.”

‘“Surely Jimin wouldn’t let that happen,” you say, still hiding your face, “How long have you been here.”

“A week.”

“No one has come looking for you?” You say, as Baekhyun just stares at you.

“Are you happy?” Baekhyun asked, his voice quiet, “With Prince Jungkook.”

At hearing your Prince’s name your sobs grew louder, “Yes, I-I am. But he doesn’t know...”

“Doesn’t know what? That you’re here?” Baekhyun said, “I’ve been here for weeks, they’ll figure it out

“No, Baek,” You say, “I’m-“

You never finished your sentence. You freeze as you hear the door unlock, and heavy footsteps.

“Y/N, so lovely to see you again.”

You turn your head to the door, your body going numb as you realize who it was.

“You- you were in the carriage.”

“Yes,” He says, brushing his black hair out of his face, “Funny, right? You think you would never see your one true love again. Well, now the happy trinity is back together!”

“Trinity?” Baekhyun scoffed, “You don’t mean anything to us.”

“I didn’t mean me, you idiot,” He said, doubling over in laughter, “Oh, she didn’t tell you? My my Y/N, I thought you would’ve told him.”

“And I thought we were friends,” You say, yanking on the chains that held you captive, “Clearly we’re both wrong.”

The man sighed, before turning around and grabbing a tray, “You’re lucky I’m nice.”

He set down a goblet filled with water, and a piece of bread, one in front of you, and the other in front of Baekhyun.

“Say thank you.”

You glare up at him, shaking you head no. He scoffs, before raising his hand and slapping you across the face, breaking the skin and emitting a sharp gasp from you.

“DON’T TOUCH HER!” Baekhyun screamed, standing up and trying to run to you, the chains holding him back.

“You will learn not to disobey me,” He says, “Now, say thank you. I gave you food and water, when I should really let you starve.”

“Fuck you-“

His hand collided with your cheek once again, Baekhyun screaming for him to stop.

“You may have everyone wrapped around your fingers back home, but here, I make the rules. You only eat, because I give you food. You only drink, because I give you water. You only live, because I let you.”

“Min Yoongi you’ve changed,” You say, “The man I met months ago wouldn’t be this cruel.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, and bent down so he was eye level with you, “The man you met would do anything for his kingdom. This is what I must do.”

You held your breath until he left, letting out a sob as you touched your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry-“

“Baekhyun,” You cried, “It’s not your fault!”

“But I told him about us, I thought he was a friend.”

“And he was,” You say, “But he has betrayed us.” You shift your body so that you were facing your ex-lover, and take a sip from the water, before sliding the plate with bread on it to Baekhyun, “You need to eat. You look like you’re dying.”

“I am, I won’t get out of here alive,” Baekhyun said, pushing the bread away, “I don’t need it.”

“You have to,” You say, “Baekhyun I-“

“You have the Prince,” Baekhyun said.

“I am with child!” You yell, tears starting to fall.

Baekhyun froze, and a sad look spread across his face, “I am very happy for you and Prince Jungkook.”

“Jungkook?” You say, burying your face in your hands, “You think the baby is his? I haven’t even had sex with him!”

“Then,” Baekhyun trailed off, realization in his eyes.

“The baby is yours,” You shout, “You’re the father. Not Jungkook.”

The silence was awful. You didn’t know how he felt. Was he angry? Scared? Did he hate you?

“I’m sorry. I should’ve known. I would’ve stayed, and supported you, whether you wanted to raise it with me or not.”

“It doesn’t matter,” You say, “I have Jungkook, but neither of will have anything if we don’t figure out a way to get out of here.”

Baekhyun nodded, “We’ll do it, for our child.”

You looked up at Baekhyun, and nodded, “For our child.”

[scribble-dee-vee]

Two words prompt: Spell, Control

Ooooh, this is a cool prompt! Thanks! I ended up going off on a drabble that’s only tangentially related to said cool prompt. I was thinking about magic in general and some of my darling OCs in particular, so… oops? Hope you like my lil story anyway! It’s pretty short and very lighthearted. A precocious royal kiddo and her friends banter about the different kinds of magic that exist in their world.

FYI, this scene takes place in Heart of Lead’s (my main WIP’s) universe! The characters featured are important in the Heart of Lead prequel, which takes place roughly four hundred years before Heart of Lead itself on the timeline. When the prequel starts off, these characters are eighteen. In this scene they’re twelve. So this is like a prequel prequel drabble, lol. Minor worldbuild-y spoilers but like…. I can’t keep everything secret all the time……. it’s killin me lmao

1182 words; under the cut for your convenience!

         I liked tothink I was practical, for a princess. I wasn’t one for wasting time ordream-power on useless things, like small talk or balancing books. I dedicatedmyself to important pursuits: kind gestures, and painting, and occasionally puttingmy brainpower to things. These were things that required long investigations, whichMother labeled “frivolous mischief.” Things that I knew would help the kingdom onceI was old enough to rule it, and the Triumvirate once I was old enough torepresent in it. Things like human magic- which, as it so happened, was exactlythe subject I was experimenting with one fine morning in the April of mytwelfth year.

           I sat inthe Elysium Garden. Where else? The castle walls were high and well-watched, andI didn’t want any guards to catch me wandering around and herd me back in toMother. There was a nice secluded grove here in the garden, and a fine breeze,and a fountain. I perched on the rim. I trailed one hand in the sweet, coolwater, ignoring the fact that I was getting my lacy sleeve sodden. In my otherhand was a book, which I scrutinized. My friend Blithe sat ninety degreesaround the perimeter of the fountain, scribbling on a sheath of notes that wereallegedly mine for my history tutor to peruse later.

           “Sasha,catch!”

           I glancedup just in time to see a ball sail past my face and splash through the fall ofthe fountain. It sent up enough water to splatter my cheek and the backs of mypalms, but not much else.

           “Frederick!” Blithe snapped. She hurriedto pull the notes away from the spray. She sent an inkwell skittering acrossthe stone and into the grass.

           “Whoops.”Frederick shrugged. “Thought you’d be looking my way. Didn’t you two say you’dplay today? Especially since we slipped Sasha’s nanny and all.”

           “I’m notfinished with the notes.” Blithe tucked a black coil of hair behind her ear,procuring a new well from her bag. “And you ought to let Sasha do what shelikes.”

           “We’ll havemuch more fun with what I’m doing than with your silly ball,” I said. The wavesof the fountain had pushed the ball back out to me, a spot of red bobbing likean apple in the blue water, and I picked it up to toss it back to Frederick. “Haveit back if you want. But it’s not as good as my plan.”

           Frederickcaught the ball. “And what’s that, exactly?”

           I tilted myhead, letting soft brown hair drift across my face mysteriously in the wind. “I’mfiguring out how to use human magic.”

           Frederick’syellow eyes widened. Blithe looked at me, frowned, and then looked back to hernotes- but her quill had stopped tracing over the page.

           “I don’tthink you can,” Frederick said.

           “Don’t takesuch an attitude,” I said. “If anyone can do it, Freddie, I can.”

           “But that’snot how it works, is it?” He started over to me, swinging his arms at his sideslike he always did when he tried to seem nonchalant. “We’ve got our brand ofmagic, humans have got theirs.”

           “And I’mgoing to master both ‘brands,’” I insisted.

           “Even ifyou could, what’s so great about human magic anyway? What’s so much better thanwhat us Shifters can do?”

           “Oh, I can’t believe this needs explaining!” Isaid. I began flipping through the book, searching out the most interestingpassages. “Hurry over here, Freddie. I’ll show you.”

           Frederickshrugged his shoulders, moving his weight forward to seamlessly transition the bouncygait of a human boy to the swift step of a tiger cub. His front paws touchedthe grass and he bounded toward me, perking up his fuzzy ears.

           “Show off,”Blithe muttered out of the corner of her mouth.

           Fredericksat back on his hind legs and waved his tail lazily for a few more seconds.Then the fur retreated and he was a boy again, lounging in the grass againstthe fountain by my side.

           “All right,Princess,” he said. “Tell me what’s so much better than Shifting.”

           I thumbedthrough a couple more pages, choosing not to acknowledge the demonstration.

           “Yes,” Isaid, refreshing myself on the page I’d been looking for. “Yes, here! I’llstart with us, shall I? Shifters can transform into animals, that’s all. Onlyone animal per Shifter. Certainly, some Dovians are seers, and the occasionalSparrowal doctor can heal with magic, but our powers don’t go much beyond that.I appreciate our magic, of course. I do enjoy my avian form. But compared tous, humans can do anything!”

           I glancedback at the book, moving my fingers over its pages with loving care. “Humans manifestpowers, you know, with time and practice. Amazing powers. There are humans whocan ease fears and weave storms, humans who can win over whole crowds with onesmile and weld metal with their hands. There is so much variation! So much flexibility!”

           “So much danger,” Blithe put in. She’d leanedforward, fully abandoning any concentration on the history notes. “You knowthat, don’t you? In Trinity City there are whole orders of mages who do horridthings to people and corrode their bodies with unstable magic until they’reshambling wrecks. It’s too much to take.”

           I shook myhead in protest. “People like that make up a tiny fraction of human mages.There are plenty of criminal Shifters too, you know.” I clasped the book to mychest, falling back to lie on the fountain’s rim. “And I don’t care what yousay. Trinity City is the best place in the wholeworld. I’m going to go there and meetdozens of human mages one day. I’ll invite you to our prestigious dinnerparties, Blithe, even if you can’t like human magic, because you’re my verybest friend.”

           “Hey!”Frederick said, sitting bolt upright to give me a good view of his wide, hurteyes.

           “You’realso my very best friend, Freddie,” I assured him. “You’ll get to sit rightnext to me at the parties, and I’ll let you have the best wine.”

           He wrinkledhis nose. “I don’t like wine.”

           “That’sbecause you’re twelve,” I said. “I don’t like it either. But we’ll all adore thestuff when we’re older, especially at fancy dinner parties. All adults do.”

           “Sasha!”

           We alllooked in the direction of the call. Someone was approaching through the trees,someone who sounded cross and busy and decidedly nanny-like.

           “Drat,” Isaid.

           “Well,”Frederick said, cheerful, “I guess I’ll help you with human magic tomorrow. You’veconvinced me. I want in on the dinner parties.”

           “Wonderful,”I said, making hasty efforts to hide the book somewhere on my person so that mynanny wouldn’t confiscate it as soon as she found us. “We’ll make thepreparations tonight after dinner.”

           “But Sasha?”he added a moment later, almost as an afterthought.

           “Yes,Freddie?” I said.

           He crackeda toothy grin. “I still think catch is more fun.”

[imagining-harrypotter]

From Day One

George Weasley x Slytherin Reader

Request: (Anonymous) Hey lovely! Could you maybe write an imagine where the reader is in Slytherin and she’s in Year 1 and George in year 3 (so she’s with the golden trio) and she’s also friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione but during the story she gets closer to George?

+ Forgot to first read the guidelines for imagines. Maybe the plot for the George Imagine could be like that he’s first plays a lot of pranks on her and she thinks he hates her and then he confesses he likes her?

Word Count: 6381

Interactive Fics - change ‘Y/N’ to your actual name if using a computer

MASTERLIST

A/N: Ok so I got sooo carried away with this one but I like it… I hope you don’t mind but I made them slightly older than first and third year cause it just made a bit more sense to the storyline but the age gap and her being friends with the Golden Trio is the same, also I’m sorry this took so long and I haven’t been posting as much recently cause I’m back a uni now and have a shit ton of work so I hope this is ok and you guys can still send me requests just don’t expect them back in like a few days :)

“Could you knock that off, unlike some people here I’m actually trying to study.” You scowled across the table in a hushed tone at George Weasley who had enchanted rubber bands to hit you directly in the middle of the forehead each time he aimed at you.You flung the latest back at him, as you had done with the first dozen, but missed his head by a foot. Just as he opened his mouth for a witty comeback, Professor McGonagall strolled past, eyeing George and placing her index finger in front of her mouth as if to say ‘be quiet Mr Weasley’.

You glared across the table where George caught your gaze before giving you an over exaggerated wink and turning his attention back to the piece of parchment in front of him. You looked to your left to Hermione who simply shrugged and flipped a page in her textbook. The sky outside had turned a deep indigo with streaks of oranges and yellows as the sun set along the horizon. It was a beautiful night to be stuck inside studying, you thought to yourself. You would have much rather been at the top of the astronomy tower where you could watch the sun say goodbye to Hogwarts for the night. That thought came to an abrupt end when a sting rang through your forehead. Giving George another glare, you turned your focus back to your notes, trying to forget about the lovely evening that was unfolding outside the walls of the Great Hall that you were missing out on.

You pulled your concentration back to your parchment where you hadn’t written anything new for five minutes. It was exhausting trying to study. This was the year before your O.W.Ls and all the Professors were attempting to prepare you for the amount of work that was to come, but all you wanted to do right now was to paint the sky, just as you saw it out of the window. There was no point in trying, you had no more energy left in you for studying today, so instead of putting quill to parchment, you closed your eyes.

Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as the creaking of the big, double wooden doors opened and the Great Hall that you had heard so much about filled the room. Banners of red, yellow, green and blue coated the walls as students who were arranged along four long tables the length of the room turned their gaze towards you. As you took your first steps into the Hall you noticed the candles floating above the tables, and how the ceiling was a raven black, with a hint of blue, and how the stars gleamed between the clouds that almost disappeared in the somber night.

Your stomach churned as you walked down the space that separated the Hall in two, you tried to swallow but your mouth was dry and you could feel your knees wobbling beneath you with every step. As you neared the front something caught your eye, and as you turned your head you could see in fine detail someone that woke even more butterflies in your gut. His fiery red hair, the constellations of freckles mapped across his face, the grin that made your heart smile, for a moment you completely forgot where you were and what you were doing.

“Oi, watch where you’re going you numbskull.” You heard as your attention was pulled from the red haired boy. The group of first years had stopped at the front of the room and you had just walked straight into the back of a boy with platinum blonde hair. He scoffed as he turned to face the front again as you turned in search of the red haired boy. You had been so captivated the first time you had seen him that you hadn’t realised that there was a boy sitting next to him with a very similar face.

Twins, you thought, they were extremely similar but there were small differences that your mind chose to magnify. The way they smiled was different, and as they laughed you noticed that one of them threw their head back as the other leaned forward, it was only small, but the one on the right, the one that threw his head back when he laughed was the one who made your heart melt.

“Abbott, Hannah”. You heard the lady with the pointed nose and jet black hair tied up into a neat bun call out as she held what must have been the Sorting Hat in one hand and a roll of parchment in the other. A blonde girl stepped up to the stool and had the hat placed on her head. Within around five seconds the hat had shouted ‘Hufflepuff’ and the table closest to you, on the right-hand side of the Hall, screamed with excitement. The same excitement came from each of the tables, as if wanting to outdo each other with each cheer, as the sorting continued.

“Malfoy, Draco.” The shortish blonde boy who was standing in front of you walked up, pushing everyone who had been standing in front of him out of his way as he walked up to the front. The hat had barely touched the top of his head when the hat shouted ‘Slytherin’. Everyone on the far table on the left-hand side of the Hall hollered with excitement, but your stomach dropped, You had heard about the four houses from your family, about the types of characteristics that usually found you in each house, so you knew there was a high chance that you would be sorted into Slytherin, but seeing that snobby boy who had called you a numbskull being sorted there made you question, for the first time, whether you wanted to be sorted into Slytherin.

Eventually, they got to your name, and nervously you made your way up to the stool. You sat down and looked out at the sea of people before you, even the red haired boy who was sitting towards the front of the Gryffindor table. His eyes, like many others, were filled with anticipation. You weren’t sure how you could tell, but you just could. You heard a voice in your ear that you weren’t expecting, and you readjusted yourself on the stool once you realised it was the sorting hat.

“Ah, alright then, what do we have here, oh, very interesting, very interesting indeed, my oh my child what to do with you, ambition and strength, but kindness and warmth, intelligence and sacrifice, very determined, resourceful and dedicated. I know where to put you…” And all of a sudden the voice changed from speaking gently into your ear to shouting to the entire Hall. ‘Slytherin!’ With one final look at the red haired boy, you turned to the table covered in green and sat down on the opposite side to the blonde boy who had been sorted before you.

“Y/N.” You heard and suddenly realised where you were. You shot your head up to find your three best friends standing with their books to their chest. Harry’s hair shot up in every direction, Hermione’s was tied in a ponytail, with the exception of a few strands that had managed to break the bounds of her hair tie and sat disheveled across her face, and Ron’s, Ron’s reminded you of how George’s had looked that night at the sorting, fiery red and combed neatly to the side, much neater than either Harry’s or Hermione’s.

“We’re headed back to the common room, you want to join us?” Hermione asked, tucking one of the messy strands of hair behind her ear. You noticed it immediately popped back out from behind her ear and she didn’t bother to tuck it in again.

“Nah, I’m really quite tired, I think I’ll just head back to my dorm, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow in Herbology.” You said as you hurried to pack up your parchment, quills and ink bottle into your backpack. Hermione nodded as she followed Ron and Harry towards the Great Hall entrance. George and Fred sat with Lee who were paying more attention to something small Fred held in his hands than they were to studying. As you walked out, headed towards the dungeons, McGonagall gave you a smile as she patrolled around the tables. You walked the rest of the way thinking about the memory your brain had decided to daydream about in the Hall, and why your consciousness would choose to recollect that particular memory today.

That night, even though you were tired, sleep was hard to come by. You regretted closing your eyes during study period as now all you could think about was the first time seeing George, which reminded you of your unrequited love for him. How he left you breathless and every time you saw his face it was like you had to learn how to breathe all over again, or how when you saw him smile it was like the clouds around your heart disappeared and it was a clear and sunny day once again. There was nothing about him that you disliked, yes he had flaws, but even his flaws, especially his flaws, were what you loved about him. Now you couldn’t get his face out of your mind, although that had been a regular occurrence pretty much since the day you first met him.

A distant memory of going down to the Quidditch pitch with Hermione and Ron to watch Harry’s practice where you would officially be introduced to the red haired boy whose name was George flashed in front of your consciousness, but you suppressed it because that was just another complication you didn’t need right now. The thing was, you were one of his younger brother’s best friends, you talked to him quite often, but mostly it was him pulling pranks on you or annoying you as he had done today in the Great Hall. Outside from that, you were sure he didn’t notice you in the slightest.

Your ability to fall asleep was further hindered by thinking about the impending Yule Ball, and how soon enough George would have to ask someone. You figured that you’d go with either of Harry or Ron because that was just simple, easy, clean, and it would be the furthest thing from clean if you were to go with Ron’s brother and leave him to go alone. And with the thought of dancing to your heart’s content to beautiful music, you were finally able to succumb to how tired you really were and fall asleep.

The next day when you walked into Herbology the news that Draco had asked Pansy to the Ball had already spread around the class. From a fellow Slytherin’s point of view, it was not exactly a surprise that he asked her, Pansy was his best friend even though Crabbe and Goyle followed him around every day, but it still stung that the insensitive, smartass Draco Malfoy had found a date before you.

“Hey, so Y/N, what are you doing for the Yule Ball, you don’t have a date yet, do you?” Ron asked restlessly you as soon as you sat down on a table otherwise filled with Gryffindors. Hermione gave a slight snort of disapproval which was followed by Harry rolling his eyes. However, Ron’s eyes looked like they were about to pop right out of his head.

“No, I don’t have a date yet.” You almost laughed, but you refrained as it probably wouldn’t have helped whatever situation Hermione and Ron had going on.

“Yet, as in are you waiting for someone else to ask you or are you open to other people asking you?” Ron said anxiously as he looked intently into your eyes as if to see if your gaze fell upon a specific person you were hoping would ask you.

“Ron, calm the hell down. I do not have a date and I’m not planning to go with anyone. If you want to go to the Ball with me, all you have to do is ask.” You said a little louder than you intended, Dean and Seamus, who were sitting at an adjacent table, gave you a stare.

“Alright, so do you wanna go with me then?” He asked in a tone you likened to someone scuffing the soles of their shoes on the floor. In your mind, you hadn’t really given a thought to how someone would ask you to the Ball, and you hadn’t thought you cared very much how they did it, but this way, in front of so many people with no inkling of romance at all made you a little sad.

“Sure Ron, that’d be nice.” You gave a hint of a smile. Ron shot a look at Hermione who huffed and turned to the front of the class where Professor Sprout was preparing to start the lesson. Going with Ron wasn’t the worst thing, he was your best friend and as much as you thought he’d ask Hermione because, well now that you thought about it you had no evidence of such a thing, but you thought that they liked each other a little more than just friends, but at least you didn’t have to worry about if someone would ask you before the night of the Ball, like many of the other girls were currently doing. The only thing was, even though you were going to the Ball with a Weasley, it wasn’t the Weasley you really wanted to go with.

During lunch you sat at the Slytherin table with Odelia Goldsmith, Sarai Grigsby and Apolina Blackburn who had been your dorm mates for the past three years. You usually sat at the Gryffindor table with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, but today it felt like you just didn’t have the energy to be around them. Sarai was talking about how August Steele, who was on the Quidditch team with her, had asked her to the Yule Ball. Not that you were paying much attention to what she was saying, but it sounded a lot more romantic than the blurted out ask you got in Herbology. And as much as you were fine with going with Ron, looking over at the Gryffindor table to where George and Fred were smirking with Angelina Johnson, you couldn’t help but feel jealous of the girl that George was either going to ask or already had.

Hermione found you later that day, your head in a book as you sat on the floor in the corner of the library furthest away from the entrance. It was always a little dark in that corner, with most of the windows being on the other side of the library, but you liked how quiet it was because it was furthest away from the tables where the first years liked to study. She sat down next to you, the loud thud of all her books being placed on the floor was what broke your concentration.

“Aren’t those heavy?” You asked with a slight chuckle, as Hermione flipped through the book on top of the pile for something in particular.

“Extremely.” Was her simple response as she stopped flipping through the pages and ran her index finger down the page as if looking for a specific sentence. Just as you opened up your book to continue reading, Hermione gave a slight squeal which you knew meant that she had found what she was looking for.

“Alright, so now that’s settled,” She started, closing the book with a triumphant look, “why didn’t you sit with us today? I didn’t think you cared about sitting at the Gryffindor table, we certainly don’t.” She swiveled around so that she was facing you and crossed her legs. You noticed that her hair was slightly more tame today, that she had done something to it so it wasn’t as frizzy and all over the place.

“Sarai was telling everyone about how August asked her to the Ball.” You stated, pulling your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms tightly around them and gently resting your chin in the slight dip between your two knees.

“You sure this isn’t about Ron asking you to the Ball?” She asked, an air of melancholy surrounded her as she picked at a scab on her leg. A sick feeling spread inside your stomach as you realised how upset she looked at talking about how Ron was taking someone else to the Ball instead of her, and how if you hadn’t agreed to go with him, he might have asked her instead.

“I’m not sure, not that I don’t love Ron in a best friend type of way, but it’s just a little disappointing, I mean, it just feels like he’s asking me because he has no one else to go with and doesn’t want to go alone. I just would have rather been asked by someone who actually wanted to go with me, not as a last resort.” You responded, the light in the shadowy corner fading with every minute the sun got closer to setting.

“You mean like George.” She asked, finally having taken the head off the scab and applying pressure with her thumb to stop it from bleeding further. The taken aback look on your face prompted her to continue speaking. “You know I’m sure if you actually told him how you felt there could be something there - you know boys and their inability to see something that’s right in front of their noses.” She continued.

“You mean like Ron?” You said, trying to copy her presumptuous tone. Now it was her turn to give you a taken aback look. She looked back down at the scab turned open wound that was still trickling blood. “I’m sorry I said yes to his ask, if you want I can talk to him and tell him he should ask you instead, I’m sure he’d enjoy the night more if he went with you anyway.” You added, unwrapping your legs from your arms and crossing them as Hermione had done.

“No you shouldn’t do that, I gave him plenty of opportunity to ask me if he wanted, besides, someone else has already asked me, and I said yes.” She said with a slight huff at the end. Her scab had stopped bleeding and she pulled her half focused attention from it and looked at you.

“Who asked you?” Was your next question, scanning your brain for anyone else that Hermione would be close enough to that she would actually want to go with. “Is it Harry?” You followed up.

“No it’s not Harry - he says that he’s going to ask Cho tonight - it’s Viktor, you know, from Durmstrang.” She admitted, as if you hadn’t been there at the World Cup when he caught the snitch and that Harry and Ron fangirled about him for the month after.

“Yeah, I know who Krum is Hermione… You do realise pretty much any girl in this school would kill to be you, going to the Ball by an international Quidditch champion.” You responded as the grandfather clock in the middle of the library chimed to indicate it had just turned five o’clock.

“Yeah well except you, what’s an international Quidditch player when you could have George Weasley.” She tried to joke. Madam Pince poked her head around the corner of a bookcase, and told you that the library would be closing in an hour.

“And what’s an international Quidditch seeker when you could have the dork himself, Ron Weasley.” You raised your eyebrows as you picked up the top half of the pile of books Hermione was borrowing and, after waiting for her to pick up the rest of them, headed for the door.

The week leading up to the Ball went very slowly, mostly it consisted of you trying to get away from the rush of students who kept asking if you had found a date already, and hearing creepy stories about how Cormac McLaggen had asked practically every Gryffindor girl in third and fourth year, including Hermione. You found yourself up at the Astronomy tower or the Owlery most nights to get away from the chaos, watching the lilac and persimmon sunset you craved every night.

But finally, the 25th of December came. It surprised you how many students from fourth year and above had chosen to stay at school during the holidays. The joy you usually associated with Christmas, being with family or spending it with your best friends at the Burrow as you had done the year before, was overshadowed by the anxiety that the Ball brought. Most Slytherin girls didn’t bother to open the presents addressed to them which sat unopened under the large tree near the entrance to the boy’s dormitories, choosing instead to find makeup looks that would best suit everyone’s skin tones.

There was an aura of excitement in the girls dormitories as Sarai and Apolina walked up and down the hallway with their dresses on as if it were a runway, and Odelia was attempting to perfect a spell that would make her pasty, pale skin glow with a fresh tan, complaining about how Sarai had gorgeous caramel skin. You weren’t interested in parading around in your dress or changing the colour of your skin, so you sat on your bed, attempting to get some of your holiday homework out of the way so you could enjoy the rest of your vacation without the worry of having to finish it last minute.

Lunch was spent with Harry, Ron and Hermione by the Black Lake, exchanging your Secret Santa presents. You had initially picked Harry’s name, but Ron, who apparently had no idea what to get Hermione, had switched with you. You had got her a magical bag which had space for all the books she could ever want to borrow from the library without getting heavy. Harry had been the one to get your name, giving you an oddly shaped present, you unwrapped it - knowing that Hermione had been the one to wrap it as it was far too neat to have been done by Harry - to find a coffee mug that could magically refill itself and keep the liquid in it hot indefinitely.

Although it had not been a traditional Christmas, with your stocking hanging from the mantelpiece and stringing fairy lights across the front of your house with your family so ‘Santa could find the house easier’, it had so far been a good Christmas, although with the looming Ball you weren’t sure how good Christmas night would turn out to be.

You started getting ready later that day, when Sarai, Odelia, and Apolina had already finished their makeup and were currently curling each other’s hair. Apolina had promised to help you later braid your hair and pin it up, but seeing as how invested she had become in straightening Sarai’s thick, curly hair you wondered if she would have time to.

The Ball was set to start at 8, so Ron had asked you to meet him at the bottom of the staircase, outside the Great Hall at 7:50. You quickly helped Apolina finish curling Odelia’s hair as she pinned your hair up when the clock struck 8. You took a second to admire how beautiful your dorm mates looked before heading towards the Great Hall. Unlike the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw girls, who had their dormitories in the towers, you didn’t get to gracefully descend the stairs as everyone gazed in amazement, but the less attention everyone paid to you tonight, the better, you thought.

You met Ron, who was wearing the ugliest pair of robes you had seen in your life, but complimented him as you shuffled into the Great Hall. Harry, with Parvati by his side, started dancing in the middle of the Hall with the other champions, before everyone who had been stuck watching from the sidelines got to join in. Ron held you at arm’s length as you danced with him, wishing he would wipe the almost disgusted look off his face.

You looked around the room, in search for a certain freckled face. George looked gorgeous, his dark purple robes complimented his hair like the purples and oranges of a sunset complimented each other. He was dancing with a petite blonde girl who, as you did not recognise, presumed was from Beauxbatons. You stared at him as Ron weakly tried to spin you around. For a moment your eyes met his and it was like the entire room had gone completely silent and it was just you and him, too far away from each other to touch, but you could feel the electricity that poured through each of your bodies, as if connected.

You forced yourself to look away, he was obviously having a very nice time with the beautiful foreign girl who had a much thinner waist than you did and hair that flowed down to her waist. The music changed from a soft sweeping sound to the thump of a bass and that was Ron’s cue to let go of your waist. Having had enough of dancing you walked over to the punch table. There were empty seats beside it where you sat, looking out at the crowd of people who were still dancing and finding Hermione’s smiling face.

“Can I ask you something?” You spoke slightly louder than your normal voice as so Ron could hear you over the thumping music. His eyes were fixed on the same person you had been looking at a second ago, eyes filled with a mixture of jealousy and bitterness. “Why did you ask me here instead of Hermione?” His eyes, diverted from Krum and Hermione, now were filled with shock and resentment.

“Hermione! Psh, why would I ever want to ask her?” He tried to play it off cool, but like pretty much everything else Ron had ever done and would probably ever do, he didn’t come off cool. You gave him a stern look which was all he needed to give in. “I tried to ask her, the night before I asked you actually, but she said I was only asking her because I had no one else to go with and that she wasn’t going to be someone’s second choice.” His voice sounded heartbroken.

“You should tell her how you feel, if she knew that you were intending to go with her as more than just a second choice or as a date so you wouldn’t turn up alone, I’m sure you’ll find that she’d feel differently about coming here with someone else.” You tried to persuade him, whose eyes had fixated back on Hermione.

“She went with Krum, I mean how can I compete with that, he’s the seeker for Bulgaria, he’s an international superstar, and I’m, well I’m…” He broke off, clenching his fists.

“Her best friend, who, I know for a fact, she would have much preferred to come here tonight with.” You completed his unfinished sentence. His eyes were suddenly filled with hope, Just as he was about to say something, a certain red haired boy sat down on the empty chair next to him.

“Why are you two sitting here?” He asked, his eyes more looking at Ron, who all of a sudden had a smile on his face. The beams of light from the disco ball in the center of the room fell upon the three of you, and for a second all of your faces looked pink, hiding the slight blush that had crept onto your cheeks when George had sat down.

“We could ask you the same thing.” Ron said, not even looking in the direction of his brother and instead towards the dancefloor where his eyes tracked Hermione. You looked out at the sea of people dancing, not that you were very interested in any of them, but just so you didn’t have to look George in the eye. He gave a meager chuckle before answering.

“My date ditched me for one of those tall, muscular, dark haired, Durmstrang blokes.” He sighed as he eyed the punch bowl. Knowing George he wasn’t thinking about drinking it, but rather why he didn’t bring alcohol with him so he could spike it.

“Why?” Was Ron’s next question, although he didn’t look nor sound like he was really that interested. The song changed again and this time, more people came to sit at the empty chairs at the side.

“She could tell she wasn’t the girl I really wanted to be here with.” George said. If you weren’t already so engrossed in each word he was saying, this would have caught your attention. You noticed, out of the corner of your eye, that Harry and Parvati had sat down with Padma and her date, who you observed was wearing the most stunning white dress, almost as if she were a bride.

“That would imply there’s a girl you do want to be here with then.” Ron’s attention had finally been pulled from Hermione and he was looking at his brother, who had styled his hair in a very similar way.

“Yeah, but someone asked her first.” George responded, a slight hostility in his voice. You were pulling your attention to the dresses of other girls as a way of distracting yourself from George. You saw Ginny, who you didn’t realise had a date to the Ball, dancing with Neville, a huge smile plastered on her face as she swayed in time with the music.

“Ah, too bad. Why didn’t you ask her earlier?” Ron kept the conversation going. You could feel the eyes of George staring at you without having to look at him. He was probably wondering why you weren’t contributing to the conversation, but you decided to fix your eyes on Dean and Seamus who were snogging in the corner of the Hall instead of turning to face him.

“My brother got to her before I could work up the nerve.” He said, almost shyly. You had never heard George say anything shyly in his life. Your gaze caught Fred who was still out on the dance floor, doing the robot with Angelina Johnson. Your heart, which had been beating in your throat, had sunk to your stomach.

“Oh, Angelina, she’s great. I’m sure if Fred knew how you felt he’d let you dance with her.” You added to the conversation for the first time, trying to hide the pain that was forming in your chest. Angelina was beautiful, smart, athletic, basically everything you thought you weren’t.

“Fred’s not the brother I was meaning.” He said, again in a shy voice. You turned to Ron who looked as dumbfounded as you felt - then it hit you square in the chest and you couldn’t breathe for a second.

“You mean me?” Your heart had practically stopped. Your tone wasn’t too welcoming and George shuddered away while Ron stared at him as if he had just confessed his feelings for their sister.

“You know what, it’s fine, it’s just a dumb ball anyway.” He got up and quickly made his way over to the exit and without saying goodbye or thank you to Ron you ran after George, your heels clicking on the floor as you did. One-half of you felt elated that he had wanted to come to the Ball with you, but the other felt abhorrent for having hurt him.

“No, George, please! I didn’t mean it like that!” You yelled into the corridor once you had exited the noisy hall, stopping quickly to take your heels off which were only slowing you down. His hands were in his pockets as his hunched body kept walking away from you. “George Septimus Weasley could you just stop.” You said once you had almost caught up to him, his eyes glossy with tears.

“My full name huh? I must be in trouble.” He tried to joke as he stopped walking, but his eyes were filled with pain. You tried reaching for his hand but he pulled away, as if the touch of your skin would burn him.

“Please, you have to understand that I didn’t mean it like that, I was just surprised you said it but,” You said, feeling a lump building in your throat, making speaking difficult.

“Look Y/N, you don’t have to say anything or make any excuses or tell me how there’s this other guy like you really wanted to go with Harry or even Ron or whatever, it’s cool ok, we really don’t have to talk about it.” His voice was practically pleading as he interrupted you. His lips were trembling, so he gnawed down on them and you wondered if he could taste blood from biting too hard.

“George please just give me a chance to explain. Please.” It was your turn to plead, and you now wondered if he could see the desperation in your eyes. He didn’t move but didn’t speak prompting you to continue. “I’ve never been very good at outwardly expressing my emotions, but you have to know that I care very deeply about you, not just in a ‘you’re my best friend’s brother who I occasionally see around the castle’ way, I want so much more than that, I have ever since I met you. You walk into a room and it’s like I can’t breathe, you physically take my breath away every time I see you, without fail, and, God, I have been in love with you for three years now and I still get butterflies when you talk to me and my heart skips a beat when you smile and I, I just, I love you alright, you big dork.” You finished abruptly and stared at him, who just stared back at you.

You were so entranced in his eyes that you didn’t notice Sarai and August who had slipped out of the Hall and were headed back to the Slytherin dungeons; all that mattered right now was George. Waiting for him to respond was like before in the Hall when you were dancing, you stared deeply into his eyes and the entire castle, the entire world just went away, it was as if you were the only people who existed, and you couldn’t feel the intense cold breeze that was chilling your bones that swept in from the open door at the end of the corridor.

A smile slowly spread over his plump lips, the indent where he had bit down on his lower lip distinct as he took a step closer to you. As he smiled, his body merely inches away from you now, you could see his resemblance to Molly and now understood why Arthur always said the twins look more like her, but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind as you had a feeling you were about to be kissed, and you didn’t want to be thinking about Mrs. Weasley when you did.

“I love you too.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper as cupped his hands around your face, igniting a shiver down your spine. Your heart was beating so fast and loudly you presumed he could hear it. You placed your hands on his chest, his heart beating in the same rapid fashion yours was. This was it, you thought, the moment you had been waiting three years for, and with that thought you closed your eyes. His lips lightly brushed over yours, starting the kiss off slowly, gently before he shifted one of his hands down to your waist and deepened the kiss.

A loud clap of thunder brought you two back to Earth, your lips parting as he turned to look outside to see the start of a thunderstorm. The rain started pelting on the windows, the night brought back to life with the flashing of lightning. He looked back to you, his loving eyes matching the smile he seemed to not be able to wipe off his face.

From the Hall, which had seemed like a whole other world away while your lips were on his, you could hear the music change to a delicate, slow song. His lips gently touched yours again, but only for a split second, not long enough to satiate the growing want for his kiss that was now building in your stomach.

“Would you like to dance?” He asked, offering his hand like a gentleman. Another crack of thunder and flash of lightning filled the night as the rain started coming down heavier on the castle.

“Of course.” Was your response as you took his hand, just the simple touch of his skin made your heart flutter as he guided you back into the Great Hall where many couples were now dancing to the soft music. You caught a glimpse of Hermione sitting at the side of the Hall with Ron and Harry, Krum and Parvati nowhere to be seen. She smiled at you as, with your hand in George’s, you made your way to the middle of the dancefloor. Then, that smile turned into an unsympathetic frown as she hit Ron in the shoulder with the back of her hand, obviously in response to something he had just said.

You hadn’t even thought about how Ron would react, you dating his brother. But as soon as George stopped, putting both his hands on your waist, your train of thought was broken and you couldn’t remember what you had been thinking. He shifted his hand to the small of your back as you leant into him, your body heat radiating off each other.

“So I forgot to say, you look absolutely stunning tonight.” He whispered into your ear as your bodies swayed together in time to the tender music that filled the Hall. Smiling, he spun you around, then pulling you back to him so that no space separated the two of you. With the rhythm of his heart beat and the music filling your ears you thought about how you could spend the rest of your life in his arms.

[kittenwritesstuff]

Stellar

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: (young)Sirius Black x reader Genres: Marauders Era, romance, fluff Words: 1.652 Summary: While working on an astronomy assignment, Sirius and reader develop a friendship and then, deeper feeling for each other. During a day in Hogsmeade, confessions are made - requested by Anonymous 

You smooth the map on a desk in front of you, preparing a parchment with a list of the stars you must find. It’s a part of your astronomy project – first you indentify the stars on a map, then you point them on the night sky. Nothing very complicated.

You are supposed to do it in pairs, but your partner is being late, as per usual. You are pretty sure now that Sirius Black has no idea how clocks work or, which is more likely, ignore them whatsoever. He’s always late, although with a good excuse.

However, you like working with him, even if he’s from Griffindor. Rivalry between houses was never an issue to you, you treated everyone equally, with kindness and understanding and Sirius quickly realized how lucky he was to be paired with you.

“Little badger, I’m sorry for being late,” a playfully sounding voice rings behind you and you smile to yourself hearing the nickname Sirius gave you on day one of your working together.

“You’re always sorry, Sirius, yet you don’t improve,” you tease, patting a chair next to you. Sirius sits down and reaches for the first book from the pile you’ve brought while waiting for him.

“I’m a lost case, Y/N,” he muses, opening the book and flipping through a few pages. “But, to show my remorse, I got you a chocolate frog.”

He reaches to a pocket of his coat and takes out said sweet, sliding it towards you. You roll your eyes but take it, hiding it in your bag.

“Okay, astronomy-“

“In a minute. You’re going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?”

“Yes, I promised my mum I’d buy her a few things.”

“Mind if I tag along? James and Remus are not going, they said they needed to talk about something super important and I’m not invited.”

“Oh, poor you,” you say with a chuckle and Sirius smirks.

“I bet my broom they plan on finding me a girlfriend.”

“My friends are the same. I’m so tired of listening to them and their terrific ideas on with whom I should go out.”

“Who’s their number one?”

“Oh, you don’t want to know,” you chuckle again and, luckily, Sirius leaves it alone and doesn’t prod. You don’t know how he would react if you told him that your friends are constantly teasing you about him and the time you spend alone. It doesn’t matter that you’re doing schoolwork.

Frankly, you noticed that Sirius and his messy, nonchalant demeanor had a great amount of fans among older girls in Hogwarts. You had to admit that it did strike your fancy but you decided to focus on education and leave matters of heart to their own course.

Sirius gives you a small smile and taps on a map.

“What’s our first star to look for?”

You blink and lower your gaze on the list, giggling a little.

“What?” Sirius asks, leaning in to look over your shoulder.

“Oh, really?” he says with disbelief although you can see he’s rather amused.

“Go on, look for yourself,” you urge him teasingly and he sticks out his tongue at you before taking a quill and carefully putting his star on the map.

“Your turn, little badger,” he says, handing you the quill.

________

You enter the common room two hours later, project mostly finished, a happy smile plastered on your face. You’re a walking self-satisfaction and your friends exchange an all-knowing look as you sit in an armchair opposite them.

“So, Y/N… how’s astronomy?” Amanda asks, while Katie tries to stifle her giggle.

“Done with the map and half of descriptions, Sirius is going to finish them.”

“Lucky you, my partner doesn’t even bother to meet me,” Katie complaints and you give her a sympathetic smile. She’s paired with James Potter, the biggest troublemaker you’ve ever seen.

“Do you want me to talk to Sirius about him? Maybe he could help,” you offer and Katie smirks, playful sparkles gleaming in her eyes.

“Oh, totally! Maybe your Sirius can talk James into at least being concerned about that project.”

“Sure can do, I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Amanda quirks up a brow and you frown slightly.

“Yes, we’re going to Hogsmeade together.”

“As in on a date?” Katie teases and you heave out a sigh.

“No, not a date. We’re partners, period.”

“And you don’t even like him a bit?”    

“I like him, but not in that way.”

“Right, you can’t fool us,” Amanda folds her arms on her chest while Katie grins and you growl with frustration, standing up.

“I’m going to bed. And don’t you dare say anything about-“

“Your stellar boy?”

“He’s not my- you know what? I’m done,” you turn around and head to your dorm, having had enough of their teasing. You can hear their giggles but you know that the more you try to stop them the more they’ll taunt you.

_____

Fortunately, it’s a lovely, warm, early spring afternoon, a perfect day for a walk around Hogsmeade. Sirius and you are currently leaving Tomes And Scrolls after you purchased what you needed. You’ve also been to Honeydukes, where you get your mother’s favorite sweets.

Sirius wasn’t talking much, you were the one who couldn’t kept your mouth shut and have been chatting about hundreds of things while Sirius looked somewhat bashful.

You asked him about James and that Katie was getting impatient and Sirius eagerly promised to convince James to start working on astronomy. You grinned and, much to your surprise although your eyes might have tricked you, Sirius’ cheeks tinted with pink.

“Can we step for a tea?” you propose as you spot Madame Poddifoot’s Tea Shop.

“Sure,” Sirius nods and once you arrive, opens the door for you. A tinkle of a doorbell greets you and you slightly grimace at the overly romantic interior design.

However, a need for a cup of hot tea wins and you quickly locate a table and walk there.

Sirius’s face falls as he glances over couples, most of them holding hands and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. He wishes that he had more courage, that it was easier to tell you that he liked you. If James and Remus weren’t teasing him mercilessly, Sirius wouldn’t even notice that he, indeed, fell for you.

But confessing to you would probably ruin your friendship, which to Sirius meant a lot, even if he couldn’t show it. You are a warm person, with kind heart and soothing air about you, something Sirius wanted for a very long time.

And, although being faced with his own feelings scared him, he didn’t even think of not showing up. He couldn’t stand a though of you being disappointed and hurt.

He clears his throat, trying to find a topic for a conversation while you keep your eyes glued on your hands, which lay on the table. You’re lost in your thoughts, too, wanting to say something but too afraid it may straight up end as a confession.

Last night, when you left your friends and laid in your bed, your mind was fast to wander to Sirius. It was happening more often than not lately and you had to admit that you, in fact, developed a crush on Sirius. Your friends were right, you only needed time to realize that.

“What can I get for you, sweethearts?” the owner approaches your table, her honey-like voice snapping you both out of your reveries and you two decide to settle for a simple black tea. She gets your orders in no time and after the tea is served, you and Sirius fall silent again, glancing at one another timidly.

“Y/N, there is something… that I wanted to, ugh…”

“Y-yes?” you mutter, fidgeting with your fingers as Sirius swallows thickly.

“I’ve been thinking lately that you and I, we’re… we’re friends, yes?”

“Absolutely.”

“And we can tell each other basically everything?”

“Almost. I recall you don’t like when I talk about lady stuff,” you jest, giving him a tight smile and Sirius shakes his head, laughing through his nose.

“It’s not something I’d want to know.”

“Sirius, we’re seventeen. You’re old enough to know that girls are different than boys,” you say seriously while reaching out and patting his hand and Sirius stiffens a little at your touch.

“I think we’re getting off the point right now,” his eyes widen slightly as he covers your hand with his other one and you don’t pull it away.

Hesitantly, you made to lace your fingers together, Sirius letting out a relieved sigh as he slides his chair closer to you.

“What did you want to say, Sirius?” you smile, lifting your hand to play with his messy hair and he smirks, his usual mischievous manner back.

“That I really, really like my little badger.”

“Well, then… your little badger really, really likes you too.”

“Oh, I don’t get to have a nickname?” he pouts and you lean in to rub your nose against his affectionately, making him hold his breath for a moment.

“How about ‘my stellar boy’?” you whisper, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as Sirius’ eyes dart to your lips.

He cups your cheek tenderly, tilting your head slightly as he nods.

“I love it,” he admits, stroking his thumb against your cheekbone and your eyes flutter closed when he dips his head and presses his lips against yours in a gentle, chaste kiss.

You tangle your fingers into his hair and smile against his lips before he pulls away, not quite ready to let him go too soon. He chuckles as he rest his forehead against yours, your both hands now resting on the nape of his neck.

“Kiss me again, stellar boy,” you bite at your lowers lip as he grins gleefully, once again closing the space between the two of you and whispers,

“With pleasure, little badger.”