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[fangirlyah]

i know | jj maybank

hellooooo i’ve risen from the dead and its with a fic about outer banks… i’ve fallen in love with jj… thats my baby

this was supposed to be a 5+1 concept and it still kinda is but i got really really carried away. as my new friend @captainpogue​ calls it the too much gene. so buckle up and grab a snack this is 21k words lmaoooo i hope you enjoy

i love you already

warnings: nothing more than what is mentioned in the show

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You were laying on your stomach, on your bed, flipping through a book. It didn’t have your full attention as your mind was elsewhere. Music filtered in through your headphones but you weren’t really listening to it, either. It was almost dark outside and with the power still out, the few candles lit in your room did little to help you focus on the words in front of you.

It was also extremely hot. You were sweating just laying there. Your shirt was stuck to you and your shorts felt uncomfortable even if they were cloth sleeping shorts. Letting out a frustrated groan, you drop your head down to the book but immediately wince when you feel it get stuck to your forehead. You have to slowly lift your head and peel the page off with your fingers. Gross.

Moving the book, you lay your head down again and just try to breathe. The events of the day are finally catching up to you, making you a bit tired. Your mind is racing as the memories flash through like a movie playing behind your eyelids. Walking down the street and hearing a distressed, “Just shut up, Pope!” You recognized the voice like it was your own and rushed across the street where you came face to face with your group. JJ had looked at you, guilt shining in his eyes as he looked back at Shoupe, “Yeah, it was all me.”

A distressed sigh -one that matched the one you let out as you helplessly watched JJ get pushed into the back of the cop car- leaves your body in a rush and it makes your bed bounce just a little with the force of it. Kiara had moved up to you as you watched Pope let out a scream and storm off, his dad following him angrily with the hat Pope had thrown to the ground. She explained what she knew and all you could do was close your eyes and let out a breath. You knew JJ getting arrested, again, wouldn’t be good for him. He’s seventeen now, still a minor, but he’s so close to being tried as an adult and that scares you.

“Hey, you want to go to the police station, see if we can do something?” Kie had offered when she noticed that you’d done nothing but stare off in the direction the cop car had gone.

“No, his dad will most likely show up.” you stated and winced at your own words. “I’m just going to go home. I’d say text me but you know, towers are down. And my phone might even be dead with the whole no power thing.”

Kie laughed at your tone and it pulled a laugh out of you as well.

Rolling onto your back, you cover your face with your hands and try really hard to keep your frustrations at bay. You know JJ didn’t do shit this time around. You know what he’s covering for and why he’s doing it but god damn it you wished he had a little bit more common sense sometimes. You wish he wouldn’t put others before himself sometimes, even though that wasn’t in his nature. You wish he didn’t have such a temper sometimes, or the need to prove himself, because then that’d help him stay under the radar a bit easier. But you knew that JJ would never lose those parts of himself, that’s just who he was. Someone who cared about others too much because he didn’t want them to feel what he’s felt his whole life but had a temper like no other.

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[fangirlyah]

i dunno if anyones asked for this since you’ve said you have a bunch of requests but!! how about the moment loki realizes he wants to marry reader? like that Aha moment of “shes the one” sorta thing

no one has but i am SO GLAD that you did!

btw i never thank you all enough for commenting, reblogging, dropping asks, etc. it really keeps me going and i am forever and eternally grateful for all the support i just love you all so much ughhhhh thank yoU

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It’s three in the morning and something shatters. A window, on the second floor of the Avengers compound, completely and utterly obliterated—oops.

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[fangirlyah]

✦ a cello ballad - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

REQUESTED BY: @annascorpia​

‘I was wondering if you could do an Edmund × Reader where either the reader (or Ed) secretly knows how to play the cello and one day she (or Ed) plays a cello she finds lying around at a music shop and lots of fluff! Thanks and I love all your works!!!’ 

summary: an innocent musical secret is kept by your heart in search of the right time to bring it to light 

warnings: none

word count: 1052 

aesthetic: https://ar.pinterest.com/enchantingfleur/beige-brown-combo-aesthetic/

a/n: this is the first time i’m writing something requested and i’m kinda nervous so i hope u like it, anna! 

maybe it was the cool, rainy weather or maybe edmund’s warm hand on your lower back that put you in such a pleasant mood. drops fell gently on your  apartment windows near central london, while a sweet melody played from the radio was heard. 

it was a saturday afternoon and edmund’s and yours plans were summed up in reading under the light that slipped through the clouds and some lamp you had lit. 

"you know what I’m craving?" you said without taking your eyes off the window in front of your bed 

"mmm let me guess, bagels?" said your boyfriend as he continued his caresses between the skin that was exposed between your shirt and baggy pants. 

"guessed correctly" a little laugh slipped off your lips. 

edmund and you already knew which bakery you were going to find the best bagels. it was in a corner that, for some strange reason, always seemed brighter than the others. it was attended by a married couple of elderly people who always had some anecdotes to tell you two. it was almost always about their time as young people eager to know the world but sometimes they wander through some funny stories of their grandchildren. edmund had never expressed it but he hoped to reach that age with you in the same way as the bakers.

it happened that, besides the bakery there was a music store that you loved to go, your boyfriend still did not know the reason why every time you entered the place you came out with a different gleam in your eyes. despite three years of relationship, and knowing your affinity for music of all kinds, ed couldn’t tie the dots and find out. but he’d walk you into the business and wait as long as it took, watch you walk all the halls and play too many cassettes for the owner’s taste.

 that rainy day had not been the exception, so after hearing how young rose and george loved climbing trees and unleashing trapped kites, you and edmund headed to the store with record players in the window.

the atmosphere was warmer than the streets and the aroma was of some almost consumed incense. ed already had his place assigned in the business, an old board chair on which he’d let you finish observing and touching everything. the business was big enough that you thought that when you were in the instruments section, ed wouldn’t listen to you play and you wouldn’t listen to him talk trivial stuff with the shift worker.

so, like most of your comings and goings, you took the opportunity to sit on the pipe in front of the cello and start playing that tune that you loved so much, it wasn’t like the others. but everything has its downside, and the downside of your cellist talent was that when you started to play the outside world disappeared. therefore, that day you did not see edmund leaning on a shelf, watching as you slipped your fingers on the thick ropes.

"elgar cello concerto in E minor." you opened your eyes quickly when you heard his voice. "opus number 85" you said at the end of his sentence. 

"I didn’t hear you coming" you were embarrassed, but not because he found you, but because you never told him.

"do you know that when you sing softly some song on the album that you have in hand or when you read aloud the lyrics I can’t hear you?" said as he approached you and you left the cello aside "but when you play an instrument i hear everything? the place is not that big, you know?" he gently laid his large hands on your waist changing positions, so that he sat on the stool with your legs around his hips. 

"I didn’t know" you wanted to look down for your shame, but his eyes were more captivating. "that was the first song we danced together" his hand gently caressed that place, his place, the base of your back.

"you remember?" you didn’t know that was possible, you thought that special moment was just in your memory. 

"how can I forget? I remember everything...from how your hair fell in waves across your shoulders to how your hands trembled as you entered the party"

"it was your sister’s wedding, i was so nervous" your hand fit perfectly on the back of his neck, as if you two were puzzle pieces made to meet. he let out a laugh and went on.

"I remember it was almost the end of the night and you were in the yard looking at the stars" "I was actually trying to figure out why you hadn’t danced with me yet" you said in a funny tone

 "I was nervous, it was the first time you met my family and you were as beautiful as those stars you were looking at" ed and you spoke in an almost whispering tone, although no one could hear you, it was an intimate moment. "I remember asking you to a dance and the first thing you did was kissing my cheek with so much love I thought I could fainted right there."

"I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I play."

"I’m not angry if that’s what you’re afraid of" you nodded your head. "just curious"

 "I learned to play as a child and I left it in my teen years, but...I started again after our dance at susan’s wedding" ed looked at you looking for you to continue, without taking his hands off your body. "I wanted to surprise you on one of our anniversaries and play it for you...but I thought you’d forgotten the moment and i would look stupid."

"you should have asked me if I remembered, darling" 

"I know... but now the surprise is ruined" disappointment in your voice rang as you rose from his lap to put the cello on its case. 

"you can always play it at our wedding"

 "at our what?!" your body turned around to look at him, but you just found him starting to run to the door. the theme of your wedding had never been spoken "IN OUR WHAT, EDMUND PEVENSIE?!" but you only got a few laughs from ed before you started running after him.

#edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie fanfic #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x y/n #narnia #the cronicles of narnia #narnia fanfiction

[fangirlyah]

NEWT SCAMANDER X READER

HEARTBEAT

desc: Newt is unable to grasp why you would ever find fascination in observing him, which is followed by a heartfelt moment, and admittance of love. 

Kisses and lots of FLUFF! <3 (gif not mine, creds to owner)

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Newt Scamander was an absolute work of art, and simply studying his features helped you relax, so you did. He sat at the polished oak table, his right leg shaking as he focused, his honey colored locks sprawled across his forehead. When he focused, these little crinkles appeared from the furrow of his eyebrows, and he would chew his lower lip whilst deep in thought. A golden beam of sunlight twinkled across his button nose, rosy cheeks, and brilliant blue-green eyes. He reached for his steaming mug of tea, letting the curls of steam crawl over his face before taking a careful sip. Then his lips twitched ever so noticeably, and you could make out the little dimples of his curious smile.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his head still bent into his leather notebook, his white feather quill tight in his hand.

You sat across the table from him, head in palm as you examined him, “because you’re very nice to stare at, Newt.”

This split his lips into a wide grin, and he gently set his quill down before giving his full attention to you. “I can’t focus when you’re devouring me with those eyes.”

You shrugged, giving a small grin, “you’re always staring at me, too.”

Newt’s glimmering eyes crinkled, “well, that’s different.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, “how so?”

“Well, you see, with you - okay, but - you’re very, well-” New continuously tripped over his words as he fumbled to piece together his thoughts. 

“Go on,” you encouraged, stretching your hand across the table.

Newt brought his eyes down, his hand coming up gently to rest in yours, his fingers intertwining with the most cautious ease. He strung his fingers between yours, his eyes looking over your hands for a good while.

“Newt, you’re doing it again,” you giggled, when he’d gotten distracted and removed his hand to draw patterns all over your palms.

“What? Oh, oh, yes, right,” he sighed, putting his hand back in yours. He looked back up, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Erm, well, you are the most fascinatingly charming girl I h-have ever had the pleasure of coming upon,” he began, his cheeks reddening at once. “So y-you see, when I study my creatures, I am always discovering more of their hidden wonders, as I am with you. Sometimes the sunlight will cross different crevices of your face, sometimes your eyes are darker than usual, sometimes a strand of hair falls loose, a-and sometimes you’re smile is so wonderfully mesmerizing that I must always…watch. I can’t miss a moment, you see, I have to study you until I know all you’re little quirks like the back of my hand.” Newts eyes had drifted onto a patch of table around halfway through, unable to hold your gaze.

You squeezed his hand really lightly to get his focus, “Newt.” 

He released your hand and brought his own back down into his lap, shifting in his chair and looking very flustered when he looked back up at you.

“Newt, you’re too good to me,” you whispered, feeling ridiculous for wanting to cry. 

“I’m just so lucky to have you, please know this,” he mumbled hurriedly.

You shook your head with a faint laugh, “what makes you think I have no reason to admire you?”

His jaw clenched a little, and you saw his face droop, “my love, there is nothing special to see.”

That physically pained you to hear.

“Newt!” you gasped, “Please, never say that again.”

He grew instantly worried, “Oh-I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I-”

“Shh,” you cut him off and stood up, heading around the table and taking a seat right beside him, turning your chair toward Newt. He half-heartedly turned to face you as well.

“Newt,” you smiled sadly, raising your palm up to graze his cheek. He twitched nervously under your touch, but you reassured him and rested your hand against his freckle dotted skin.

“Newt, you are the kindest and most amazing person ever, and I hate to see you doubting yourself like this. You are so special Newt, and I wish you could see yourself the way I do; as a sweet, loving, and most definitely heart stoppingly beautiful human being. Yes there are kind folks out there, yes there are gorgeous folks out there, but never have I found someone who is both as gorgeous and compassionate to the extent that you are, which is why I am so deeply in lo-”

You stopped short, realizing you had spoken too much and instantly freezing over. You had never exchanged the three magic words with Newt before, and suddenly it seemed nothing but terrifying.

Newts mouth opened, his skin warming beneath your fingertips, “What?”

“N-nothing,” you mumbled, dropping your hand nervously.

Newt grabbed your hand gently before it could fall, and took it in his own, bringing it right up to his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat rapidly quickening beneath the fabric of his soft clothes.

“Do you feel that?” he gulped.

You nodded shyly, “Yeah?”

“That, (Y/N), is what one who is madly in love feels,” he smiled nervously. “This here, i-is physical proof of how I feel when I’m with you, and how it feels to be head over heels for y-you, my darling.”

You felt your own heartbeat falter before quickening, and Newt asked, “Do you love me too?”

He had said it so quietly that you almost missed it. His lips quivered, his slender fingers trembling as his face sunk into a state of absolute sadness and worry. You couldn’t even speak at the sight, so instead you brought his hand up to your own chest, and lay it against your heart. Newt stretched his fingers slowly across your front, his palm taking in the rapid and intense thrum of your heartbeat.

“You tell me,” you breathed quietly.

He brought his eyes from your heart to your painfully nervous gaze. Once again, his lips twitched and broke into that familiar smile. The sun sent flares across his warm features and illuminated his overjoyed expression.

“I would very much like to kiss you right now, if you would allow me,” he proposed shyly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your smile stretching wide as you gave him a nod.

Newt pulled a stray hair of yours affectionately behind your ear before tracing down to your jawline and resting his hand beneath your chin. He gave you one last look before tilting his head in with a flutter of his eyelids. Your eyes closed at the moment where your lips made contact. It was only for the briefest of moments, but was plenty enough for you to feel intoxicated by the taste you were given. He was soft and gentle with you, as if you were a fragile piece, and his lips were full, warm, and tasted of delightful sugar sweet joy. You could feel his hand quivering beneath your chin, but you pushed your lips in a little deeper to show you were at ease with him. You felt a rolling crystal droplet trickle down from his eyes and down onto your lips, but the taste of salt in the kiss was one that you knew was from tears of joy. Newt’s timid lips twitched upwards against yours, and he pulled back a second later, forgetting to breathe for a moment. He gulped down the lump in his throat and took a deep breath in whilst opening his bluish green eyes again.

“T-that was-” he stuttered.

“Wonderful,” you smiled and bent forward, dropping a light peck against Newt’s nose. You brought your own head down to Newt’s chest, and burrowed into the crevice of his neck, where you breathed in the scent of flowers and, possibly, niffler. He brought his hand up to hold your head, his free arm coming around your waist and giving you a squeeze. You smiled against his skin and let your eyes come to a close.

Newt sat quietly, formulating sentences but only coming up with one, “I’m just… so lucky to have you,” he whispered again.

[fangirlyah]

Anon Requested Imagine Finn unknowingly has a crush on/loves Reader, gets jealous when Michael flirts with Reader. Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Swearing. Hi all! This one is short and sweet! Feedback is appreciated! Enjoy! ~~

It was your birthday today, you were turning 18 and the only one who didn’t seem in the mood to celebrate was Finn. Every time you tried to find him within the busy Garrison, he would disappear. Aunt Polly and Ada ended up throwing you a party with the help of John boy and Tommy -  the Garrison was the perfect venue.

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[fangirlyah]

✦ you can’t go - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

summary: an incident within the battle, causes edmund to show his vunerable side.

warnings: mentions of blood, wounds and death.  

word count: 1,161

the attempt to attack the castle inhabited by lord miraz had not gone as expected. minimal incidents during the attack resulted in the loss of the lives of dozens of innocent narnians seeking only to reclaim their land. 

it was night, and in spite of the poor lighting, one could see the melancholy faces of both susan and caspian and peter. edmund had already withdrawn from the towers flying over territory with a gryphon. you were sitting on a centaur, slowly losing consciousness. you had been fighting hand-to-hand with the telmarine soldiers since you had set foot in the castle and you were tired, but mostly badly wounded.

"peter we must go!" susan screamed as her brother looked stunned at the soldiers who had been left on the other side of the great fence. 

"okay let’s go" peter still had power in narnia and more now that he was leading the troops, so before returning to aslan’s how, he checked that everyone looked good or that they could stand to arrive. but when his gaze reached you, he almost entered the castle again for help. you were pale and your eyes closed little by little, your hand held your side where a long cut of sword bled staining your clothes. peter stepped off the horse at full speed, to approach you, looking around if edmund was present, but he was already gone; peter thought what his younger brother would do when he saw her, if you came alive.

you were part of the family, best friend of all since childhood, you had traveled to narnia with them from the first time, they could not lose you, they loved you too much.

"y/n, what happened?!" susan screamed a few feet away. you were very weak, almost unable to sit on the centaur, but yet you spoke. 

"I’m not going to make it" you whispered to the blond in front of you, you were almost vanished. your cut had begun to bleed at the beginning of the battle, so you had lost a lot of blood so far.

"don’t say that," he replied, as he gently pulled you down from the centaur to sit in front of him on his horse, "let’s go back this instant!" with that scream, everyone started to come back at great speed. 

susan who rode beside you, summoned aslan even though she knew he would not appear. the rattling of the horse made your wound hurt immensely, so you had to press it with as little force as you had left. the sun was starting to rise at the sides and the sky was taking a very beautiful sky, and you thought if you had to die that day you would look at the sky before. although the road was faster than normal, this had given you time to think; you remembered narnia when you were little and how the snow used to fascinate you, you remembered when edmund used to collect little flowers from the garden to put in your hair while you smiled and promised not to tell anyone. 

when the great stone shelter appeared in front, with your eyes half open, you managed to see lucy and edmund waiting for the arrival. even though you were almost fainted, you realized how anxious ed looked.

susan galloped even faster that last stretch and quickly came down from the centaur, to approach lu. 

"lucy where is the vial that santa gave you?!" the voice of the older sister sounded desperate, a thing that alarmed all. 

"I have it here with me, who is hurt?" susan looked at edmund, who kept moving in his place, causing him to remain petrified. without words, both understood who it was. 

at that moment, peter arrived with his horse and lowered your, already unconscious, body. the older sibling couldn’t get you on the ground, that edmund was already holding you in his arms. with his eyes full of tears, he looked at your face with your eyes closed.

"no, no, no! wake up, please, wake up!" his voice sounded broken, and no one expected it to be otherwise. although his siblings did not know the feelings you two had, it was almost obvious. his arms had you wrapped, and his forehead was over yours. "lucy bring the vial, now!" edmund’s screams were so loud that it looked like his throat would break to pieces.

"I don’t think it’s going to work, it’s too late" peter spoke to his younger brother. he was hurt too, but he didn’t know how to react. edmund never showed his feelings, ever, and now he was in an emotional breakdown. everyone was surprised at how edmund cried, no one had seen him as vulnerable as he was now; embracing the almost deceased body of his best friend, whom he loved with all his might. 

"shut up, if it wasn’t for you she’d be fine! It’s all your fault, peter!" ed looked at his brother with an even greater fury than he usually showed.

"it can work..." lucy’s sweet voice brought edmund out of his thoughts, the little girl was standing next to you two with the vial uncovered, ready to give you a drop. hope is the last thing to be lost, they say. 

gently, edmund spread your lips with his thumb giving space to the red drop to fall. as soon as the liquid came in, he latched onto you again as if his life depended on it, because maybe it was.

"please wake up...I beg you, I don’t know how to go on without you" edmund whispered in your ear, preventing others from hearing, as his tears fell like waterfalls "we...we have so many things to do together...re-remember when we danced under the rain on your birthday, I remember it vividly..." his big hand was placed in your hair to caress it, maybe it was the last time “...remember when o-one night you told me what your ideal home would be like, the house where you wanted to move when you were older...I remember that, while you were telling me, my-my only desire was to be there with you and...wake up and see you... and read on the side of the fireplace, on those red couches you love so much, even though I hate them" a little giggle came out of his mouth. this couldn’t be a goodbye, it couldn’t.

"I don’t care, we are going to have red couches in our house" your voice rang out in edmund’s ears and for a moment he thought it was a hallucination, but lucy’s scream of happiness confirmed it wasn’t. carefully, he moved away a little from you to see your face. you were as beautiful as ever, with a tired but sweet smile. with the little strength you had, you caressed edmund’s face while he kept crying and looking at you with admiration. 

"you’re here..." he whispered, as he dropped his face in your palm.

"I’m here"

#edmund pevensie fanfic #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x y/n #y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #the cronicles of narnia #prince caspian

[fangirlyah]

Hiya! I just saw your post asking for a request, maybe you could write a blurb with Finn (Shelby) where him and his SO are going on a date/picnic to some flower fields and it's them just running around being cute and fluffy? Cottagecore Finn sounds adorable honestly. But you can also do another character if you'd like that more, I don't mind. Lots of love & I hope you're doing well 💞

Hello beautiful! I’m stressed, how are you doing?COTTAGECORR AND FINN SHELBY SAY NO MORE! this one is special for you! 🤍

warnings: if you are diabetic, DONT READ THIS. too sweet.

if you read this one with mistery of love from cmbyn but only instrumental it hits different

harry kirton screams cottagecore look at our lik baby

Lemonade Lips - Finn Shelby (blurb)

“Honey and Lemon.”

Finn talked over Y/N, who was reading a book out loud.

“Pardon?”

Finn sighted and scratched his face.

“I mean...honey and lemon is my favourite flavor in the whole world. You asked me an hour ago.” he said, raising his arm to touch Y/N’s cheek with love.

They were having a date, the third one.

“And why would it be those two, exactly?” she asked, taking Finn’s hand in hers, and letting her fingers dance softly in his palm.

“You brought lemonade, and we had a piece of honey cake. And that’s how your lips taste.”

Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach and smiled embarrassed.

“You know i hate coffee. But when you walk me to school and kiss me goodbye, your lips taste like coffee. And i think it’s addicting.”

Finn smiled.

“What’s addicting?” he said, pushing her.

She bit her lip, trying to hide a smile, but failing.

“Umh...the coffee?” Y/N tried tu brush it off. But Finn wasn’t going to let that happen any time soon. As quick as he could, he sat up, and started to tickle the girl.

“S-stop! Finn!” she laughed.

“Tell me what’s addicting!” he refused to stop until he heard her say it.

“Finn pl-please!” she could stop laughing.

The book now was on the floor, with its pages folding. He was over her stomach, while her back was on the grass.

“Say it!” he laughed, slowly stopping with the tickling.

Her laughter also stopped slowly, allowing her to open her eyes. So, she could see who Finn really was. His red hair was shining with the sun, and his smile was as hers.

“I...” started Y/N, while grabbing gently his head, getting him closer to her “am addicted to your lips and kisses, Finn Shelby.”

They kissed, tasting the lemonade they had a few moments ago and their smiles. It was the only kiss Finn had had, in which he felt his exploding soul.

When they stopped, their noses were touching, and their eyes met once again. And they felt the exact same connection from that rainy day.

“I...” started Finn, his lips were trembling.

“...have. a. butterfly. in. my. hair.” Y/N whispered, paying attention to the beautiful blue butterfly that was sitting in Finn’s hair.

“...what?” he asked, confused.

“You have a butterfly on your hair, Finn. Sit calmly, please don’t scare her away...” she kept whispering.

Finn sat slowly, trying to see the bug with his own eyes.

“I can’t see her...” he said, in a sad tone.

“Wait, let me...” Y/N raised her arm, trying to catch the butterfly or make her jump in her finger.

“You got it?” he asked with a smile, watching how focused she was.

Instead of a yes, he saw the most beautiful smile appear on her face. She had a big blue butterfly on her finger. Finn couldn’t care less about the butterfly, he was lost in the emotion portrayed in Y/N’s face. Once the little friend flew away, he kissed her.

“I love you, you little lemonade lips.”

[fangirlyah]

✦ good enough - Finn Shelby x Reader

summary: finn thinks he should prove to others that he's enough and his best idea is to face a boxer in the ring

warnings: mentions of sex, cursing

word count: 1,602

a/n: MY FIRST PEAKY BLINDERS IMAGINE OMG

a typical day in birmingham. clouds, some natural and some others of the smoke, smell of shit and the sound of shots. you were used to it, you’d grown up all your life there, and now that you lived with your boyfriend, finn, in his apartment, bullets were heard closer than before. 

as you stepped on the dirty pavement at the entrance to the shelby factory, everyone was looking at you. your beauty always stood out among the darkness of the city, your shiny hair and sympathetic eyes that captured the attention of any man or woman. when the news that you were dating the youngest of the shelby family spread, the surprise was not missing in any home. how someone so delicate and precious would be with a peaky blinder? or worse, a shelby?

neither of you was affected by the absurd conversations of others, you two loved each other that was the only thing that mattered. 

"hey johnny!" the long grey corridors seemed endless when you didn’t recognize a familiar face, until johnny appeared in your visual range. 

"well hello, mrs. y/l... may I ask what you’re doing here?" It was obvious that he was surprised, polly loved you very much and for that reason she didn’t let you near the factory very much, not even to greet tommy or any brother that was around the place. according to her, it wouldn’t take long for men to put you on everybody’s conversations and grab you behind a wall, to do things that god doesn’t want to hear. anyway, you frequented there.

"I came to pick up finn, he told me this morning to look for him here" in the evenings you used to help out at grace’s charity foundation, you loved kids and what better way to practice your teacher skills than there

 "that little piece of shit...he is back in the rings" now it was your turn to look surprised, what was finn doing there?

you just smiled at johnny, to rush through the vast automobile factory and all the other illegal occupations it had inside. when you were only a few steps away from reaching the wooden and glass door that led you to the precarious place of boxing, you began to hear the moans and male screams that indicated that you were in the right place. when you opened the door a smell of sweat invaded you from head to toe, and between the three boxing rings in front of you, you could see your boyfriend fighting with nothing but, bonnie gold.

"what’s he doing?!" you asked tommy once you got to his side, so close to the ring you could hear the painful punches. thomas did not answer, only pulled out a malicious smile as he watched his younger brother bleed, as he was clearly losing. finn didn’t see you, or hear you. the fight was so intense that you thought at that point nothing could stop it. to everyone’s surprise, finn knew how to defend himself; bonnie had taken his good blows but your boyfriend was worse.

aberama laughed quietly, watching his son win. gold’s ambition was big and they were not going to miss the opportunity to beat a shelby. their bodies moved at a great speed and agility through the ring, and there you remembered that finn had already taken boxing lessons years ago and you prayed that he could remember what he had learned. 

the fight could have gone on, but a big bang broke them up. it was coming from outside the factory, but still aberama and thomas quietly retreated in search of the blast creator.

both teenagers took some old towels, which were on the side of the ring, to wipe off the sweat. finn turned around looking for his shirt and saw you holding it in your hands. you had taken it to separate it from the spit that bonnie expelled while fighting. you saw your boyfriend’s look clear, but you couldn’t figure out if he was proud that you’d seen him fight or ashamed of it, because after all he was losing.

"you were lucky, shelby, I would have beaten you with one hand if we kept going" bonnie had his back to you while he was talking, so he didn’t know you were there. finn had already come down from the ring and approached you, leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek which you returned with a look of disappointment. 

"shut the fuck up" replied the youngest of the shelby, as he put his shirt on, causing gold to turn around and see you standing. you knew he was in love with you, so his presence made you very uncomfortable; especially when you noticed how hard he tried to show his muscles or to get a look under your skirt every time you were around. finn knew it too, and he didn’t like it at all.

"oh little y/n, good to see you!" a malicious and perverted smile appeared on the black haired man’s face, causing finn’s fists to tighten so hard that you thought a fight would break out once again. 

"hello, bonnie" short and dry, that was your answer. there was no worker left watching the scene, everyone had gone off to continue their chores, so there’s only the three of you left in the big shed. 

"I must admit I missed seeing your sweet face, y/n" bonnie knew exactly what he was doing, provoking her, his best quality.

"you want me to break your face?!" your body was placed in front of finn’s, who was going to hit gold again, your hands were caressing his shoulders to relax him and you did it. 

"you couldn’t do it once, you think you could do it the second time?" you took advantage of the fact that your boyfriend was already changed and ready to leave, to speed up the withdrawal process. 

"let it go, finn, let’s go home" you gently took his hand and entered your fingers, making it obvious to bonnie.

"I really thought you were more man, finnegan" a laugh, very fake, came out of his mouth; while you and finn started walking towards the exit. you could tell how stressed your boyfriend was and you knew that if it wasn’t for you being there, he would have already started throwing punches "oh y/n, tell your little boyfriend to practice his mediocre boxing technique!" as you walked around you turned your body to yell back. 

"don’t worry, bonnie, I’ll tell him while he’s fucking me against the kitchen table tonight!" a proud smile appeared in finn’s mouth as he hastened his way out.

the apartment you shared was not far away, so in less than five minutes you had arrived. the road had been quiet and you knew finn was eager to get there, and so were you. the area where your two lived wasn’t very nice, so when you walked in through the front door, you let out the air you didn’t know you were holding. you had lived there for months, but the constant fear was now stronger than at first. luckily, finn protected you with everything he had.

just when finn stepped into the apartment kitchen, he took off his typical peaky blinder coat and hat to look at you. you knew that look, he was horny, but when he saw your look, his fell a little. 

"why did you do that?" your voice was soft but serious. "why did I, what?" finn took a seat at the table, looking at you feigning confusion. 

"why did you fight with bonnie gold knowing he’s a fucking boxer?" he kept quiet, but you knew he had something to say "tommy forced you? arthur?" to mention both, he denied with his head.

"nobody forced me! I did it on my own!" finn was frustrated and it was not something unusual, you had seen it like that the last few weeks.

 "but why, finn? you’re not like that, you don’t go through life beating people!" 

"I know! I just... I just want to be good enough, alright?! because... my brothers won’t let me do anything, because I am not useful in that fucking company, because they keep treating me like a fucking kid! and because...and because if I go on like this you will go away" slowly you approached him, and with your hands on his cheeks, you raised his face to smile at him.

"you really think I’ll leave you?" he nodded "you’re very naive, finnegan shelby, if you believe that. haven’t you realized these past few months how much I love you? you shouldn’t prove anything to anyone, finn... if you really want to help your brothers with their jobs, and they don’t accept you, it’s their loss" your eyes exploded with admiration and love for your boyfriend and he could see it, because his eyes were the same.

"you want me to work with them?" he whispered. 

"I just want you to be safe, and I know that’s not the best way to be sure… but it’s a decision you must make, and whatever it is I’ll stay beside you” 

"I love you, y/n" 

"I love you, finn" you laid your lips sweetly on his. 

"now..." said your boyfriend separating the kiss "it was very hot what you told gold" you released a little embarrassed laugh "do you think we can make it happen?" his hands moved to the tip of your skirt, lifting it little by little. 

“I think we can" and this time it was finn who started the kiss.

#fanfiction #fanfic #finn shelby #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky blinder headcanon #finn shelby fanfic #finn shelby fanfiction #imagine #one shots

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lets talk business {Finn Shelby x Reader}

 Words: 9.4k

Summary: Polly Gray comes to you looking for a good business deal. It’s only luck that makes her bring Finn Shelby along with her.

Genre: fluff ?????????????? 

Warning: swearing

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“Polly fucking Gray.”

       The woman smiles. Sharp, all cheekbones. She somehow manages to keep her lips pursed, illuminating the mischievous glint in her eyes that much more.     

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✦ pumpkin pie - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

summary: MODERN!AU secondary school starts, and your life is completely different from the pevensies’...would it be possible for them to connect in some point? 

warnings: none

word count: 2k

a/n: present / past

the rain was pouring outside of the apartment on a sunday afternoon. even from your bed you could hear the soft sound of the bonfire in the fireplace burning out and smell the scent of the coffee you did a few minutes ago. 

being in college wasn't easy, not just because of all the work and study you had to do, but also because it meant being apart of your family for a lot of time. you were lucky though, edmund was by your side. 

you met at secondary school and hate each other right away. he was this bad boy wannabe with the perfect life and you were the girl who always wore a smile on her face, even in the darkest times. 

there’s a saying that the adviser and helpful friend was the most hurt one, and in this case it was true. an empty home and a cold meal waited for you every day after school; you were the few people in school who didn't live there, you weren't a pupil because of the fact that you lived only five minutes away from school, so no one walked you to your house or make you company for a few streets. sometimes you thank that, because you knew no one would appear at the door to welcome you home and it embarrassed you a little. 

at the age of eleven, you already had a key to your front door and you knew how to make a meal from scratch, your mother said it would help you in the future, but sometimes you just wished to watch your mom make dinner and help her with it, like all the other kids. but you were mature enough to know that, since your dad left you, your mom had to work double shifts to pay food and expenses. 

a thing you liked to do when you ate at the kitchen counter alone, was to close your eyes and imagine the pevensies sitting beside you. a large table and exquisite food in it, everyone laughing and having a good time.  

being an only child wasn't easy, so when you watched the two brothers and sisters being so close you usually felt jealousy, you were so alone and so scared to admit it. you had friends who never came to your house nor knew your situation. one of your friends was susan pevensie, although she was older, you two had made an incredible bond when a school assembly took place and you two ended up sitting beside one another.  

for someone would be weird to hear that you hated edmund pevensie when you held such an admiration for the closeness of the family. but there was an encounter once that made you burn that feeling in your skin.

it was in the first week of school, you were still a little girl and he hurted you some much and edmund didn't even know. you remembered that it was lunchtime and you sat beside the first person in sight, no one was friends with anyone yet. that morning your mom had put you into a taxi cab and sent you to secondary school like a package, she put the ingredients of a sandwich in a lunch box and you put it together on the way to school. 

if you think very hard, you could still feel the embarrassment you felt when you took your badly done sandwich. 

“who made that foulness?! does your mother doesn't cook for you?” edmund was still a kid when he said that, so he didn't know that not everyone had a mother who cooked fancy meals every day. he was still a kid to notice how much you started hating him after that. in fact it took years for him to find out your dislike. he realized one day you greet peter, susan and lucy but not him; edmund didn't think too much of it, a lot of people didn't find him dearing. 

“christmas eve is in two weeks! this few months passed in a rush” one of your classmates said, she had always been fond of any holiday celebration. 

“what are you guys going to do?” every girl at the table started talking, the only thing that you could hear over all of the crashing voices was that katie was planning on visiting her grandparents at yorkshire. 

“and you, y/n? you didn't say anything” of course susan would notice, you slapped yourself in your thought; it would have been more simple to say some nonsense while everyone was speaking. now the attention was on you and you only had a few minutes to think of a movie scene you had watched, and make it yours. what did blair waldorf do for christmas eve in season three? 

“I think my grandma it's coming..” lie, she was dead “she makes this amazing ginger cookies every year” lie, she sucked at cooking while alive. 

everyone seemed convinced, you weren't an open book so that simple false details of your life left them satisfied. but again, not everyone. susan pevensie had stopped you by the stairs and invited you to her home for christmas eve’s lunch. you accepted right away, saying that your grandma had texted you saying she wasn't coming; you knew she didn't believe but she left you alone, so it was enough. 

when the day came around, you stood in front of a mirror. your sixteen year old  self adorned by a delicate dress, nothing special just an a-line dark purple dress. you opened the clutch bag on your hand and counted the pounds inside, it was enough for the train you just had to resist the urge to buy a snack from the trolley.  

the pevenises’s house was thirty minutes away from yours, so before you stood in front of the principal door, you had time to rehearse what you would say or how you would act. the idea that susan may have told her family about your solitary christmas situation, put you more nervous. you decided to push the thought away, but when you saw her mom open the door with such a pity face, you realized you were right. you knew that the woman didn't do it with any bad intentions but you felt bad when she grabbed the pumpkin pie you had made and watched you with even more sorrow. 

nevertheless, the night was pretty good. better of what you had experienced if you had stayed and ate spaghetti freshly thawed. 

“we are really glad you made it, y/n” peter said while he served more potatoes on his plate.  

“I'm actually the delighted one, this food is really appetizing” lucy smiled beside you, proud that she had helped her mom do all the food. 

“what would have eaten at home? I know you are a great cook!” your friend susan said “she makes the best cinnamon cookies ever!”  

“emm...probably i would have made some pigs in blankets and some brussel sprouts for my mom” it was the first time you talked sincerely with someone about what happened inside of your home. 

“is your mom not such a great cook as you?” mister pevensie asked. 

“she doesn't have the time to, so... i learned how to do it and now I’m better than her” while his family laughed, edmund realized why you hate him so much. it was years ago, but still to that day he wondered why the pretty and nice girl was softhearted to everyone but him. now he knew, edmund had hurt her feelings in first year and it seemed that she didn't forget.  

the classes returned to normal, after the holidays, he tried his best to like you. edmund had tried carrying your books, helping you with chemistry when you struggled and even checking that you are not forgetting anything in the classroom when you went home. you kindly rejected his offers; a part of you still had resentment but the other one told you it was stupid to keep umbrage to something that happedns years ago. 

it wasn't still a friday afternoon, it was raining and you hadn't brought a coat to school. it was the only evening they had free, and edmund decided to ask if you wanted him to walk you home, even if it meant wasting his entire afternoon.

for the first time you accepted. 

the first two streets were a complete silence. in the third you talked. 

“i know i already thank your sister, but...i just...i had a great time at your house before the holidays, so thanks...again” the freckled boy giggled at your adorable shyness, making you smile. you always knew he was a handsome young man, but..since when the school blue hat suited him so well? 

that phrase started what would be a nonstoping conversation until you reached your house. turns out edmund liked your pumpkin pie a lot, and he wanted to ask you if you would do some for him but he didn have the courage; you told him he didn't have to be shy around you, but you were around him. your house wasn't as big as the pevensie’s, but it was big enough for three two people. 

“thank you for coming with me, I know this cost you your free afternoon”  no one was home, as always, so you had no rush for coming inside but you supposed that he wanted to go back already. 

“it’s the least I can do after what I did…” you were facing each other, for the first time ever. 

“we were children, edmund” you tried to pretend you didn't care. 

“i didn't knew anything about you, that was why-” 

“you don't have to pity me” you interrupted him, that's why anyone knew about your mom, because the first thing people did when they found out was to pity. 

“I'm not, I'm admiring you” it was true, he thought he couldn't survive in your place; a scramble egg was science for him, imagine making a whole meal. you smiled at him while he did the same. 

“goodbye, edmund pevensie”  as you walked to your porch you heard him go:

“goodbye, y/n y/l” 

the entire weekend your head concocted thousands of ideas of how to talk to him again, what would you be your excuse? after hours of thinking you got the perfect plan. 

monday morning you entered the school gate with a little paper bag in your hands. you would be lying if you said that your hands didn't start shaking slightly, when you saw him go down the stairs with a sleepy face. he saw you immediately as your gaze was in the thing you were holding. 

“hey edmund” he stepped in front of you, ready to go to the canteen and grab breakfast. 

“hello, y/n” kids passed beside you, but neither of you were popular enough to catch the attention. 

“I...emm, I cooked some pumpkin pie and… I did too much so I decided to bring you some” lie, you did it just for him, you just ate a bite to taste it. he grabbed the package from your hands with a smile. 

“would you eat it with me?” 

“hey honey!” edmund’s head appeared at your bedroom’s door “is there any pumpkin pie in the fridge?” 

“ed, you are going to get sick of it if you keep eating it like a maniac” you left the book, that was in your hands, at your bedside table as you saw him get inside the room and head to you. he laid down gently on you, giving you a kiss. 

“I won’t, I promise” his smell always gets to you, how he smelled so good all the time. you shared an apartment near your collage, and one of its good things was the scent that came out of the bathroom every time he showered. 

“you have been eating the same dessert since we were sixteen, and now we are twenty-one, how did you not get tired of it?” that day had been a long one, full of study and stress. so when the night came and the rain started, the first thing you did was to make a nice dinner for you two. he was finishing his coffee and started starving pumpkin pie.

“that pie started everything between us, I can't get tired of it” he kissed your lips and you let his tongue go into your mouth. how was it possible that you ever hated him?

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✦ the future ahead - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

summary: where you both think about the future but neither says anything. without communication anything can go wrong

warnings: none

word count: 1,784

even though you saw the birds fly and the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from the bakeries around you, on that winter afternoon, nothing compared to narnia. a feeling of nostalgia hit your thoughts and almost threw you off track. even though you were with edmund and lucy, the need to return to the great kingdom would come from time to time.

they had said goodbye to narnia a year ago and the kingdom had not yet requested you three, so edmund and lucy were still stranded at their uncles' house. you visited them almost every weekend and this was no exception.

“we are going to look for the vegetables, y/n. edmund, you go for the dairy” the pevensie’s aunt had been more than clear on what they should buy in the village store, so they couldn't go wrong. edmund went to look for the products while you and lucy went looking for the rest.

while you finished parking the bike, you waited for edmund's kiss on your cheek, as he always did before going somewhere without you, but it never came. he just turned around and went on his way.

"ed is been acting so weird" you and the youngest of the pevensies walked side by side until you reached the queue of people outside the grocery store, your topic of conversation was your boyfriend.

"I have noticed, since the other night he is distant" his sister said looking at you sideways. you didn't know what had gone wrong that night, because according to your memory it had been a common friday night dinner with his uncles. it was not the first time you had eaten with his uncles and his cousin, who he despised so much, and he had never behaved like this before.

"I want to think that spending so much time with eustace has affected him, because as far as I remember nothing went wrong at dinner" while you took out the list of vegetables that should be bought from your coat, you saw lucy's look and you knew that she knew something else.

"it's edmund, you know that expressing his feelings is not his strong suit"

"I know but ... we have been together for three years, I believed that hidden feelings were something of the past" it was hard not to grieve. your boyfriend had been ignoring you for two days and you couldn't find the reason inside your head.

you did the shopping almost automatically while you were thinking of thousands of things, one of them being the fact that, perhaps, edmund wanted to end your relationship. when you became aware that edmund was likely to want to break up with you, instead of going back to the bikes with the commander, you wanted to run away and cry in your bed. you thought what could you have done wrong?

"where is edmund?" lucy looked around for her brother, stopping only to observe a couple in the distance. they looked in love and lucy thought what she should do to have a boy so in love with her, as she saw her brother with you or the unknown boy from the warehouse.

a long line of men came out of a room; you knew that inside the place, there wasn't anyone selling the dairy products that he had been asked for, so it was rare that he was there. but his sister and you decided to look, just in case.

your suspicions were correct because when you two entered the venue, edmund was first in line, talking to a man sitting behind a table. at first you didn't understand what he was doing there, but when you saw the poster hanging on the table, you understood.

‘military enlistment row. no studies required '

ed had never mentioned he wanted to enlist and that worried your heart a little more than before. since when did he hide so much from you?

"edmund! you should be helping out with the groceries! " lucy called him from the entrance making your boyfriend turn angrily looking for the voice. there he saw you with a pained face and, for a moment, his stress and worry disappeared. he knew that he should give some explanations later, which would mean talking to you and facing seeing you in the face.

without whispering a word, the three left the room in search of the bicycles, ignoring the jeers of the other men trying to enlist, who were old enough.

"since when have you been interested in the army, edmund?" his sister spoke questioning him. even though he hadn't spoken to you, when he left the place he was waiting to hear your voice scolding him, that way he would know that you still cared. instead, lucy accused him while being distracted by the previous couple.

“I have fought battles and wars in narnia, I am the best sword fighter in all the kingdom! I need that adrenaline again” you didn't even look at him, rather you were making sure that all the food ordered was already bought and well placed on the bike to avoid accidents.

"ee are no longer in narnia, ed!"

the return was silent. a silence that everyone needed before reaching the house and being attacked by eustace even for breathing. the pevensie’s cousin was not mean to you, on the contrary he treated you better than his relatives but, as time passed, he began to gain confidence and now he made some acid remarks against you that were stopped by edmund.

the house was silent, so you assumed that the family had gone out for their monday walk and you thanked for the moment of calm.

"someone at home?!" the kitchen was empty, as well as the living room; so they gently turned on the radio and began to sort the newly bought groceries into the cupboards and refrigerator. edmund had not managed to buy everything that had been asked, so lucy had to go looking for them, insulting her brother on the way to the front door. edmund had probably seen the poster and immediately went to sign up, although the fact that he had a false identification meant that he had already thought about it before; long enough to come up with a plan and steal his aunt’s papers.

"why didn't you tell me you wanted to join the english army?" you turned around from where you were standing, with your back to the counter, watching your boyfriend take food out of paper bags. he did not look at you nor did he answer you, he only raised his shoulders as a sign that he did not know or did not care “do you really want to get out of here? I know you want to go back to narnia and everything, but...the army is dangerous, you would be years out of the country and no magical lion will come to your rescue if they throw a bomb on you"

"there is nothing here that stops me from going" edmund was being cold on purpose, he wanted to hurt you like you had hurt him a few nights ago.

"are you talking seriously?" your voice dropped noticeably and your eyes watered, especially when you saw how he raised his shoulders again. “can you at least tell me what I did wrong? because you have treated me like garbage since the other night and I have kept awake trying to understand where I screwed up but... believe me I can't figure it out” you were hurt and edmund hated being the cause of that pain.

his voice never left his throat, leaving you standing in front of him like a fool. when two minutes had passed and he was still looking at the bag in front of him without a word, you put down the can of tuna that you were holding and went to the stairs. you wanted to hide in the bedroom you shared with lucy during your stay and cry, he didn't want you there so when you could calm down, you would pack your suitcase and go back to finchley.

when you were stepping on the last step before reaching the second floor a voice distracted you.

"you said you didn't want to marry me!" you turned your body and saw him on the first step looking at you with tears in his eyes.

"what?" your mind presented you with a vague memory and you understood where the question was coming from.

"you were in the kitchen with my aunt, helping her with the dirty dishes ... and ... and you said you didn't want to marry me!" your feet went down two steps, getting closer but still very far.

"I never said that" you two had never talked about marriage, but the fact that you had been together for three years and you were close to reaching adulthood; marriage wasn't a crazy thought anymore 

"yes you did, don't lie to me!" you went down two more steps.

"I said ... I wasn't thinking of getting married now" a silence filled the room for a few seconds while your boyfriend lowered his head

"so ... do you think about marriage? ... I mean our marriage? ... for the future of course!" you finished going down the steps that remained reaching his height, to gently take his cheeks and raise his eyes to you.

"edmund ... you are the love of life, don't you think I think of a future for us?" you said sweetly as your eyes watered and you wiped away his tears.

"you do?" his arms wrapped around you leaving your faces even closer.

"I don't know what's ahead, but ... I know I want, whatever it is, to face it with you ... it's just that we're seventeen years old, ed...we have a lot of time to find out where the wedding will be” your last sentence caused a giggle from him.

"sorry for ignoring you, it's just that ... I got scared, because... I always think about a future with you and I thought ... maybe, you don't"

“in a few years when you put a ring on my finger, you will remember this weekend and think: I was a little fool"

with that phrase you sealed your lips in a sweet kiss, that moved to the beat of the radio song that sounded far away.

and as you said, it was. because seven years later, when edmund saw you running through the park with your child, he looked at your left hand adorned with the ring that had cost him so much to buy and smiled. you were right.

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✦dance classes - Neville Longbottom x Reader

summary: the yule ball is approaching and everyone is worried. some because of their clothes, others because they don't have an appointment and others because they can't dance. Neville needed dance classes and you needed a partner, they were best friends and friends help each other. It wouldn't be anything uncomfortable, right?

warnings: none

word count: 2,464

although it was a sunny day for a england afternoon, a typical icy wind bounced off the castle walls, causing most of the students to be inside. another factor that caused no one’s presence in the patios enjoying the sun was that the yule ball was approaching and that occupied everyone's mind; several were nervous because they had never attended a gala and others could not get what to wear.

due to the high position that your father had in the ministry, elegant dinners and slow dances were not uncommon, on the contrary you were more than familiar with them. you had options of dresses that your mother had sent you weeks before, as you did not have a date you did not need to match with anyone’s colors, making the dress choice much more agile and fast.

from the window where you were sitting, you could see the girls running down the hall below. you realized they were trying on dresses because they were running from common room to common room with large pieces of cloth on their arms and more than one with high shoes hooked to her hands. you wondered if any of them didn't have a date like you, maybe in that way you could befriended them go with someone. your mind remembered that ginny had not been invited either so you could go with her; you would have gone with anyone if you hadn't entered the great hall alone.

"it's freezing out there!" a very familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts, you recognized it as well as the palm of your hand.

"you must be the only student that goes out to look for his toad in the patios with this weather, neville" you turned around to see your best friend rub his hands against his fur coat, you could see how he was trembling despite being a few meters away. so you stood up, to take your scarf off your neck and wrap it around his neck.

"he would have frozen to death if i left him" his tremors had decreased thanks to your scarf and your hands rubbing his arms trying to comfort him. 

“but what if you catch a cold? you would miss the yule ball” for weeks longbottom talked about how excited he was about the dance, it was his first and he was dying of curiosity. you had already told him about your experiences in the dances you had attended, but he wanted to experience it in first person.

"speaking of which ... I must ask you something!" your smile widened, it was the moment you had waited so long for; neville would invite you to the ball as you wanted so much "would you teach me to dance?" he saw your enthusiasm drop slightly, but he paid no attention to it.

"I thought mcgonagall would teach us all"

"yeah but, you know ... I need a little more help" he gently scratched his neck inside the y/h's scarf.

"well then ... let's do it"

"great!" you couldn't even ask when you would do it, because your best friend was dragging you into his bedroom. neville's friends were your friends so entering his room wasn't awkward, as long as you made sure they were all decent.

to your surprise, none of the four boys were there. the fact that ron and harry were not there didn't surprise you, but seamus and dean yes, they were always fooling around in there. the room was warm unlike the weather outside, the light came through the window illuminating every corner and helping to acclimatize. if you looked closely you could tell which bed was from whom just by looking at the disorder of the sheets and what was on the table. neville's was always the neater and cleanest.

"well let's get started!" even though he hadn't invited you to the party, his enthusiastic smile was enough to calm your disappointment. quickly, you both pushed the beds against the walls leaving the most space in the center of the room. your heart trembled in sweetness when you saw your best friend delicately take one of his plants, the one that was on his bedside table, to place it on a tall piece of furniture murmuring a "just in case"

even though muggle items couldn't be inside hogwarts. you have sneaked a record player months ago and, as one of your roommates was very gossipy, you have hidden it in neville's bedroom.

"it's not that difficult, you'll see" you said while taking a peter gabriel record and making it start playing. it was loud enough to be able to keep up with the rhythm but low enough not to be heard from outside.

slowly you approached neville who was standing in the middle of the bedroom to take his right hand and put it on your waist, you felt his breathing quickened and you wanted to laugh sweetly at his shyness, but you didn't; instead you put the two of you in position, to start moving.

"try to follow the melody..." his feet moved slowly and uncoordinated, but little by little they were copying your walk and could begin to move faster. "this is not an exam, you don't need a theory to learn by memory"

"but... what happens if I step on my partner?" he wasn't looking you in the eye, instead his head was lowered observing the movement of both pairs of feet.

"your partner will understand that it is your first dance, and that it’s obvious that you will make a small mistake ... also I don’t think you would invite a person who could judge you that way" you were talking about yourself, hoping that he was doing the same. 

"yeah, you're right"

that was the last thing he said, it is seen that in some way you encouraged him because he began to move with more confidence. even though his feet moved faster, his touch on your hand and waist was still soft; almost as if he was holding a delicate flower, without pressing or shaking. due to your proximity, your directions were given in a low voice.

illuminated by the sun, you both danced until your feet gave no more; lighted by a warm light that, although it was fading, gave you a warmth that was not suffocating.

his gaze had lifted up to your face in some moments, but it always came back down. you thought that your twelve-year-old self would be delighted with the situation, the times that you had daydreamed of holding the hand of the chubby child were countless.

"I think I'm ready" this time, he raised his eyes and slowly walked away.

"yes you're ready, just try not to tip your feet when you turn because you will-" his voice cut you off quickly.

"I don't mean that, y/n ... I think I'm ready to ask her, you know...for her to come to the dance with me" the music played in the background and you thought it would be a good movie scene; the evening light streaming in and the warmth of the room's fireplace, perfect for a cinematic shot.

"yes, you should!" you didn't want your voice to sound so enthusiastic, but it was the second time and you thought that would be the moment.

"do you think so?" you calmly moved closer to him.

"totally" his eyes, which used to roam the room, now looked at you; you were close but far to see the true intention of his eyes.

"great, I'll go tell ginny!" his voice sounded as enthusiastic as yours just moments ago, causing your heart to clench as you took a step back. he didn't see your face transformed because he ran to grab the coat that had perched on a chair. your gaze fell to the ground like neville's when he danced. "how do I look?!" he stood in front of you for you to revise him, faking joy for him, you said:

"you look great" neville hugged you quickly, muttering a "thanks for the classes" and disappearing through the door, leaving you stranded in a strange room, hearing peter gabriel's voice in the distance.

now you couldn't even go with ginny. at that moment you wished you had said yes to ron when he asked you last week, but you were a deluded lover who was carried away by the hope that your shy best friend would ask you.

after that afternoon, neville didn't ask you for classes again. you knew he was still practicing but he hadn't consulted you any more. so when the yule ball’s night came around, you couldn't wait to see how his dance would go.

your dress reached the floor and trailed behind you a bit, your hair fell in waves and, even though you were walking down the stairs alone and no one was waiting for you, you were smiling. you had heard that you weren't the only one without a partner, so you were hoping to find someone to spend the night with without acting as a third wheel.

you had gotten a bit late fixing your hair; so when you arrived, the competitors of the wizards’ tournament had already entered the great hall with their partners. and luckily, you managed to get in with the crowd, without attracting anyone's attention.

but neville saw you, and you saw him. ginny was next to him, wearing a childish dress. the redhead yelled at you from across the room to come closer. on your way, you saw everyone elegantly dressed and with the smiles of teenagers in love. you wanted to have someone hooked to your arm, like fred had angelina or hermione had krum, but you hid your displeasure.

"you both look fantastic!" you said with sincere intentions to neville and minor weasley.

the night passed and you went from group to group of people like a jumping ball, you didn't know if they had lied to you but none seemed to not have a partner; luckily for you, your presence was not influential, such as malfoy's or cedric’s, so no one had noticed your lack of company.

as you watched everyone dance slowly you wondered what you would say to your older sister when she asked you about tonight. she loved elegant dinners and dances, she was perfect at having refined conversations and drinking glasses of champagne like it was apple juice. you would probably lie to her and tell her that your partner had been a gentleman who had danced every piece with you and had made sure that your glass was always full of fruit punch. it wasn't okay to lie to her, you knew that. but you couldn't stand a speech about how to improve your manners to bring boys closer to you.

your sight went to harry and ron and for a moment; you did not feel so alone, it seemed that not everyone was living a romantic novel in the hall. you saw that ron called ginny to come over so he could say something to her, leaving neville alone on the dance floor. you looked at your best friend and he looked at you, waving for you to come closer.

when you got to his side, unlike the day before, he took the initiative to start dancing slowly; this time he looked into your eyes.

"you improved a lot, longbottom" even though he was still moving a little tense, he was much better than a while ago.

“I had a good teacher” neville was good at making you blush, you wanted to answer the compliment but he spoke again “why didn't you tell me you didn't have a date? you could have come with me and ginny "

"I didn't want to interrupt ..." you tried to hide your sadness but he noticed.

"did someone ask you?"

"yeah ... emm some older guys and ron" you bit the inside of your lips, not even your closest friends knew you had been invited. you hadn't told them, trying to avoid being pressured to go with them when you didn't want to.

“why did you tell them no?" you couldn't recognize his voice, you had never heard him in that way. you thought it was curiosity but it sounded more serious, maybe confusion, or maybe ... jealousy.

"I was waiting for someone else to invite me"

"Ooh I'm sorry, I know fred invited ang-" he was your best friend, so you noticed that he didn't know what to say and he said the first thing that came to mind. because you really weren't very close friends with fred and there was no chance you were waiting for his invitation.

"I was waiting for you to ask me" you both looked into each other's eyes, very close, making neville notice for the first time how big your irises were and how combed your eyebrows were.

"I thought you would say no ..." neville spoke so softly, that despite the distance, you could hardly hear him. seeing your confused face, he cleared his throat and started again. "I thought you would say no, if I asked you ..." you shook your head but he continued "ron mentioned that he would invite you, a few nights ago so I assumed that you would say yes to him or another suitor, not to me" without stopping to dance slowly, you placed your hand on his cheek.

“neville ... when will you understand that I like you?" you giggled when you saw your best friend's eyes go wide.

"I also ... I also like you, y/n, and a lot" this time it was your turn to giggle "c-can I give you a kiss?"

"as much as I want to, it would not be appropriate" you said, turning your head to see ginny watching you from off the dance floor. you knew that she didn't like neville, she was in love with harry; but nobody would like to see their date kiss another person, no matter how much feelings you have or haven't.

"then you can come to my room and give me another dance class ..." by the time it was, not many people had left the great hall so if they went to the gryffindor’s dorm they wouldn't find anyone.

"but the dance will be over then you wouldn't need any more classes" you said confused.

"y/n ... when will you understand that it is just an excuse to kiss you privately?" you didn't know where this confidence in neville had come from, but you loved it. therefore, you kissed him on the cheek and walked away allowing ginny to return her date.

the night hadn't turned out so badly after all.

#neville longbottom #neville x reader #neville x y/n #neville fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #gryffindor #yule ball #imagine #one shots #harry potter

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✦ playing hero - Oliver Wood x Reader

summary: the second wizarding war breaks out one night and oliver is determined to leave even if it means abandoning what he loves most.

word count: 957

warnings: its angst so yeah

a/n: this is so short i know but i thought that if i add anything more i would screw it up so i hope u like it :)

it was the night of June 17, 1995, when percy weasley frantically knocked on your door.

"wood! wake the fuck up!” your husband, who was lying peacefully asleep next to you, got up quickly to go to the door; you behind on his heels.

when oliver opened the door he saw his friend with his wand in hand and his face with stress lines.

"what's the matter, weasley?! it's midnight!" the redhead entered your home locking the door behind him.

oliver was without a shirt, since you were wearing it, and in his underwear in the middle of the room, with you to one side.

"the war started, we must go now!" percy had always been a loyal fan of hogwarts and everything that came with it; and to your bad luck, oliver was almost as faithful to his school.

"percy, amalia is sleeping, keep your voice low." your little eight-month-old girl was sleeping peacefully in her crib. it was difficult to keep babies sleeping for long, so after hours of rocking her in your or your husband's arms and finally getting her to sleep, you didn't want anyone to wake her up.

“your baby isn't bloody important, y/n! come on oliver! " your husband ran to his room to find some clothing and cover himself to go out.

you wanted to help, obviously you wanted. hogwarts occupied a large part of your heart and the people fighting as well; but you had a little girl who needed a mommy, and as much as you wanted to defend the honor of the school and beat the dark lord, you couldn't. if you lost your life, amelia would be left alone and you knew what it was like to grow up without parents by your side to remind you how much they love you.

"come on y/n get dressed we're going!" oliver said, while putting on a warm jacket, seeing that you weren't dressed decently. your plan was to stay and go help when it was all over and help madam pomfrey. a year ago you had started working for st.mungos as a healer so you knew what you were doing.

"I'll stay and go when-" a scream interrupted you before you could continue.

"what?! will you really stay?! so little do you care about your people?!" for oliver, hogwarts was more important than everything. more important than his life and, it seemed, more important than his family.

"I can't leave amelia alone, oliver!" you thought he would understand. he had watched you battle for years against your loneliness, the loneliness that growing up without parents had left you. he had been the first to know about your sleepless nights and fear of always being alone. that's why you thought he would understand.

"like percy said, she's not a priority now, y/n!"

"we were never a priority oliver!" he was looking at you from the doorframe of your room. you saw it in his face, he was determined and nothing you could tell him would make him change his mind. “you always put hogwarts in front of us! did you know all the times I wait hours for you, with everything prepared and you dump me for quidditch!? did you know that when I found out that I was pregnant I couldn't tell you even though I was dying to, because you had gone badly in a game and you ignored me for two days?! I know what it's like to grow up without parents and I'm not going to let your obsession with being recognized within hogwarts stop me from watching my daughter grow up!" he didn't say a word, you were right he wouldn't change his mind.

"come on wood, don't waste time!" the redhead waiting in the hall screamed.

"we are no longer sixteen oliver, you must not prove anything to anyone"

 when oliver started walking towards the entrance to leave, you knew there was no going back.

"if I die, she will not remember me, she is still very small" if before you felt fear, now you were terrified. you could raise amelia alone, but you loved him, and he was about to risk his life even if you asked him on your knees to stay.

"do you realize what you are saying?!" by that time the two of them were already at the entrance and the door was already opened by percy who had come out into the street.

"if you stay here, don't waste your time looking for me after this war is over" oliver said with one foot out of your cozy home.

that was the end. he looked you straight into your watery eyes and when he received no response, he left slamming the door.

you realized what had just happened a long time before him, because as soon as he slammed the door you fell on your knees listening to the distant cry of your baby that was synchronized with yours.

instead, oliver didn't realize what he had done until he found himself standing in the middle of the hogwarts entrance with debris and broken things all around him. the atmosphere resembled his thoughts at the time. he just dropped everything that kept him sane. when he realized that by playing hero, he could not see his little girl become a woman or see you grow old next to him, he fell to his knees just as you had done hours before. he looked up at the cloudy sky and asked merlin for a second chance. another chance to see your morning smile and feel your hair under his palms. he was desperately asking for an opportunity that, less than a day ago, he himself had decided to reject.

#fanfic #oliver wood #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood x y/n #oliver wood x you #fanfiction #imagine #wizarding war #hogwarts #quidditch #harry potter #gryffindor

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✦put your head on my shoulder - Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Reader

summary: SOULMATES!AU when you turn sixteen, the person who is destined to be your life partner, begins to listen when the other person plays the sound that will unite them at some point in their life. but what if your soulmate doesn't know this?

word count: 1,621

warnings: none u think :)

“put your head on my shoulder…” 

oh no not again.

since his sixteenth birthday, draco malfoy couldn't stop hearing a sweet voice sing in his ear at least once a day.

"what's up lad?" zabini asked his friend seeing him rub his temples.

"this is the third time she has sung this song in the day" the great hall exploded with noise but to draco's ears it seemed all a distant whisper.

"I'm glad we can't hear it" your voice was sweet and the first time draco had heard it, he had been terrified; it was one day at night in the library, draco was alone but he heard a female voice next to him. that night he slept only a little, it was one of the few times in his life that he really felt fear.

"you are lucky that yours sings, my soulmate is a know-it-all, I only hear him recite quotes from transfiguration books" the day after he heard you for the first time, he commented on it in the common room and pansy was the first to explain that when you and your soulmate turned sixteen, you would begin to hear the sound that would one day unite the two of you. some people heard the sounds of birds and others the passing of sheets of paper; draco was listening to you sing a song.

"what does she sings, draco?" millicent asked, catching everyone's attention. he couldn't tell it was a muggle song, he couldn't. it was social suicide.

"I think it's the beauxbaton’s anthem" it was not.

you, on the other hand, listened to him mutter a song that you couldn't recognize. you listened little to it, but the few times your ear reached it, you desperately tried to search your cds and find which band it belonged to. but the rhythm always changed, never the lyrics. you had searched through books and books for the few words that reached your ear. the only thing you can understand was 'for now they are bare and full of air, dead files and bits of fluff, so teach us things worth knowing' was not enough to find out what it was.

unlike Draco, you didn't mind hearing him; on the contrary it was relaxing. a few times you had been lucky enough to hear him sing softly as you tried to fall asleep, he had calmed you down like a lullaby. there were times when he sang and you whispered hoping to hear an answer, but it never came. 

months have passed, since they heard each other, when draco took a liking to your voice. it was when he was running besides his aunt bellatrix escaping after dumbledore's death, he listened to you. this time you sang it sweetly, as if you were trying to calm a crying baby. you were in your room brushing your hair after showering when a wave of despair washed over you; you didn't know what it was, everything around you was calm but you felt the need to run. to distract yourself from your thoughts, so you started singing the song you heard months ago on the radio.

"put your head on my shoulder ... hold me in your arms, baby .... squeeze me oh-so-tight ... show me that you love me too ..." you didn't know that draco could hear you, no less that he felt your hands in his hair. as the dark forests surrounded him he felt a delicate caress on his head, no one was touching him for what he assumed it would be his soulmate.

that was the only moment he felt your touch and the only time you felt his feelings. you weren't a witch, you didn't know about hogwarts therefore you didn't have friends to tell you that you were listening to your soulmate. draco didn't know that, he held out to the hope that you were a witch with a fondness for muggle music.

but the day pansy sent a letter to malfoy manor with everything that was happening at school, she told him that everyone was starting to speak to their soulmates through their thoughts. that afternoon he tried and got no response; you did not know about him, therefore you were not a magician. any student of any school of magic knew what happened when you turned sixteen, as everyone was looking forward to that birthday.

 they were in the middle of a war, he was from the dark side battling every non-pureblood person and discovering that his soul mate was a muggle.

even if he wanted to, it was impossible to erase you from his mind because your voice was there involuntarily every time you sang. he didn't know what sound coming from him you were hearing, so he prevented his mouth from expelling anything with rhythm. he no longer gave himself encouragement in a low voice as he used to do, with fear that you will hear him. he wanted to eliminate you completely.

so you stopped listening. you couldn't show your hurt since no one knew what you were hearing, if someone had known they would probably take you to a therapist for help. you didn't want to go because you knew nothing was wrong; that voice calmed you down, gave you peace, it was nothing bad. there were nights when you hung up on your sheets trying to mentally call him to sing to you, but the voice didn't appear.

so you stopped, the song with which you had felt that feeling of despair, did not come out of your mouth for months. and draco noticed. the boy's life was to go from trial to trial, with his freedom in question every day, he needed that voice that bothered him so much before.

It wasn't until after four months of silence that he heard you.

that day narcissa and draco were wandering the muggle streets of london, looking for fancy clothes for the next trial. their mother had specifically asked them to leave the magical world for a moment, she wanted to escape for a while from that place that so badly wished them.

"that dress looks very elegant, I think I'll go in here" a black long-sleeved dress watched her from the window. narcissa opened the door and entered the business. but draco didn't move "come in, draco"

"I'm just going to tour the place a bit" even though his mother was not thrilled with the idea, he went ahead. he had never been alone on the muggle streets of london and for some reason this time he was curious to do so.

to the surprise of every londinese it was a sunny and inviting day, you could be outside your house with just a light coat. there was a large park with children running around and couples having picnics, very close to the business where his mother had entered. since he was little, draco had not been in pure nature like that park, so with a slow step he began to walk along the stone path that surrounded him. he saw old ladies sharing honey biscuits with children who stopped playing on the shaken swings and naive people throwing coins into the fountain making wishes.

his walk only stopped to take off his black jacket. when he did and hung it over his hand, he started walking to stop again. a familiar voice appeared in his ears, it was you. he froze with his head bowed as he tried to absorb the sound.

“people say that love's a game ... a game you just can't win ... if there's a wa-"

"you sing very nice, miss!" a childish voice made him raise his head violently, how did the girl hear the voice too?

"oh thank you very much, sweetie" the air caught in draco's lungs when he heard you speak for the first time. this was not happening in his mind.

when he saw the girl running towards the slides with a smile, he approached the tree in front of him and stuck his head out to the side to meet you. you were with a notebook on your lap writing what looked like school work, sitting on a folded sheet while you murmured a song.

draco couldn't come up and tell you: hey you're my soulmate, because you were muggle.

"good afternoon ... um ... I'm draco malfoy" you looked up to see a blond boy in a suit stretching his hand towards you, you recognized that voice.

"hello draco malfoy, I am y/n y/l" you smiled at him shaking his hand.

"I ... like the song you were singing"

"oh yeah, I wasn't supposed to get so much attention" you blushed, you had never liked being the center of attention, so you thought that if you whispered the song no one would hear you, but you were wrong.

"do you have another song that you like?" he just wanted to hear your voice.

"yes of course! emm ... I have more songs on a cassette at my house, only if you want I can bring it and show you"

"would it be fantastic ... here tomorrow at this time?" you kept eye contact, there was something that united you and him and it was not just the interest in a paul anka song, you thought.

"I'll be waiting"

when draco started walking towards his mother, after waving goodbye. he smiled, the idea that you weren't a magical person and you were destined to be with him disgusted him, but when he saw you as sweet as your voice, those thoughts faded. the idea of ​​being with a muggle sounded good if it was you.

#draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fanfiction #harry potter #soulmate #hogwarts #muggle #imagine #fanfic #fanfiction

[fangirlyah]

Dear Fanfic writers, I don’t care.

I don’t care if you’ve never written before or if you’ve written hundreds of fics.

I don’t care if your fic is 100 chapters or just one.

I don’t care if there’s too much dialogue, or not enough.

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I don’t care if you use the same pronoun over and over or if you use the word “persnickety” eleven times over the course of ten pages.

I don’t care if your historical references are accurate, or if the characters speak in a way that doesn’t fit their environment.

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I don’t care if your stories are nothing but fluff, or nothing but smut.

I am going to read your fics, and I am going to enjoy the hell out of them. So please keep writing, and ignore comments from assholes. We, the readers, love you.

Reblog if you agree!

[fangirlyah]

✦ a friendship by letters - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

summary: a friendship formed in childhood, a friendship that survived the riskiest adventures ... what will happen when they separate and their only contact is letters? word counter: 2,674

warnings: abandoned parents

according to the books the ages of the characters should be different, but in this one-shot their ages will be those agreed by wikipedia reasoning with the actors’ age in the year of recording of the second film (it is an approximation):

Peter - 20

Susan - 17

Edmund - 15/16

Lucy - 12

Prince Caspian - 26

digory kirke had raised you after being abandoned by your family. when world war II came to england, food was scarce. you were barely three when your parents took you to have a tea afternoon with your favorite uncle, but they never came back to pick you up. at first you didn’t understand, why had they abandoned you? people should not leave the people they love, that's what your fairytales said; but this wasn't a story, it was reality. 

digory took care to keep you safe and with everything you needed. the years went by and your parents had become a vague memory, you no longer had remorse for them; a three-year-old girl had seemed a nuisance to them at the time. 

when you turned eight, you got the first letter from them; they had started a new family, they had a pair of twins with blue heavenly eyes, they looked a lot like you. your little person wondered if they would see the resemblance and leave them too. despite the confusing news, that birthday was the best of your entire childhood, because an even better news had arrived. after all these years, you’d have some kids to be with. kirke had taken care of your education so you’d never had another friend than your uncle and the people who worked for him. the day the pevensies arrived was cloudy, a typical english day, with a small drizzle that would get wet from time to time.

they were well-dressed and with dubious faces, they were more confused to see a sweet girl waiting for them at the door of the cottage.

"hi, it’s nice to meet you!" you shook hands with them politely, despite your enthusiasm. 

"we didn’t know there would be more children" one of the children, with freckles on his pale cheeks, looked at you from top to bottom, it didn’t seem much older than you but he seemed to judge you with just a few words. 

"don’t be rude, edmund!" the other boy gently pushed his head, he looked like the oldest of them all.

the four of them were very nice, some more than others but they treated you well. you used to play in the big courtyards and take classes together. you had discovered each other’s personality shortly after your arrival; you were very observant. peter was the loudest talker, if it was a sports team he’d be the leader. but susan was not left behind, she was very smart and knew a lot about all the topics they talked about during meals. edmund didn’t talk much but he wasn’t quiet, of the four he was the most serious and acid but he wasn’t a bad kid. and finally lucy, she was a walking ray of sunshine, with that no further description was needed.

"why can’t we see the old man?" edmund was at your side as the two of you walked down the dirt road. the cook had ordered you to go in search of bread and milk. 

"his name isn't old man, his name is digory kirke…” as they moved on and crossed people, edmund was surprised as every redneck seemed to know you. 

"you said he raised you, how did he raise you if you never saw him?"

"yes I saw him, we spent all our time together...but now he’s busier than before"

"but...where are your parents?" edmund’s childish mind thought she was there for the same reason as them; perhaps, he wanted to think that her mother was a nurse and her father a soldier, that would be to have heroic parents. but your look got lost in the trees on your side as you didn’t answer, instead you said, 

"race to the store!"

that was your first interaction. thanks to that race your friendship was forged, after two weeks of them living in your house. 

your last interaction was the day they returned to finchley. the chaos continued, but was not enough to keep them away from home, so they had to leave. the four of them were on the cart thrown by a horse, ready to go to the train station; lucy greeted you, already sitting, fluttering her little hand. peter left you a kiss on the forehead and susan hugged you tight.

when edmund’s turn came, your eyes watered down, provoking ed to shed a tear. you had become best friends, everything that had happened in narnia had brought you together more than ever; you had grown up together, even though you then returned to your little child body.

"I packed you a book I found in the library, it’s about narnia," you whispered when you hugged him. "take good care of him" 

"with my life" so you saw them leave, as they greeted you waving their arms as you did the same.

time went by and years flew away. years when the only contact between you and the pevensies, especially edmund, was letters. letters that came and went every week, so they grew together but apart. 

when you turned 13, you started high school. your joy was so immense that the first thing you did was write to your great friend. 

‘my dearest edmund

 I have great news. this year I will start high school in a school. a real school! uncle took me yesterday to buy my supplies and uniform. is unreal! 

how are you, lucy, peter and susan? I miss them too, I miss you and narnia. how's school? is it tiring to live there? I hope not because my school is a boarding school too. I hope to see you soon 

y/n"

the letter arrived two days later in edmund’s school room. his heart exploded because of the great happiness it gave him, you would have other friends and you could live a normal teenage life. he immediately wrote you a letter expressing his joy. 

my dear y / n,

I also miss you more than you imagine and reading you so happy about your new school makes me want to run to hug you. I know I can't, I imagine it and I enjoy it just the same.

we are all fine, school is always the same. boring. but in the boarding school, I know that you will have fun and will make many friends.

i care about you

yours, edmund.

when you started school, the sending of letters began to be less frequent. the correspondence between the secondary schools was slow, which made it difficult to communicate. the letters took weeks to arrive, between two and three. on a saturday afternoon, he got his first letter of yours after weeks.

‘dear ed,

the mail sucks! all the letters I was sending you didn’t reach your school, I know because they were all returned to my address. I’m tired of this, I want to see you and go to narnia again... 

in other news, you remember I made two friends? well, they introduced me to roger. he’s very friendly and he always accompanies me to all the classes, but well...I’m happy to make friends. 

In a few days it’s the christmas ball and I’d like us to go together...i mean, the five of us. I know it’s not possible, but it’s a nice idea. 

tell me about yourself. 

with love, y/n!’

edmund still did not know why but, after reading the letter, an anger invaded him, he even thought he would explode. who was roger? would you go to the ball with roger? 

"I had it sorted" said peter, looking at him, while waiting for the train, edmund just rolled his eyes.

"since when do you get into fights, edmund?" lucy looked at him from across the bench. "since he received the letter from y/n the other day" said his bigger sister moving her eyebrows coquettishly.

"why don’t you shut up, susan?!"

"both of you shut up!" peter screamed when everything around him started to disappear.

out of nowhere, the four were inside a cave with access to the sea. an immense joy filled them, they were in narnia. at that time, while everyone was taking off their clothes, to dive into the transparent water, edmund just wanted to grab a paper and quill to tell you, but it was impossible. in fact, they were in a narnia 1300 years older. their kingdom had been invaded and the magic of it was dying faster and faster. edmund wanted you there, while he walked the meadows looking at the ruins of what was cair paravel. but you were in england.

"y/n are you ready for the ball tonight?" one of your friends was walking beside you on the streets of london. the teachers had let all the students go in search of their garments for the feast, the very day of the celebration. 

"not really, I have never been to a party so I’m a little nervous" 

"it’s easier than it looks" you were turning the corner when you thought you saw a shiny fur. "are you okay, y/n?” the girl next to you asked as she saw you looking for something with intensity. what you saw it looked like a lion, but it was impossible. lions in london? will be aslan?

"is that...I remembered that I must call my uncle to wish him a good christmas eve, yes that!... emm, you go ahead, I’ll go talk on the phone and catch you" so you retire at a fast pace, to see the lion enter a phone booth. of a push you entered the red booth, finding a small golden paper on the machine. 

'You know what numbers to dial’

it would be lying to say you were confused, the number 338 appeared in your mind immediately; it was your room number inside of cair paravel. when your fingers moved through the numbers, the machine began to tremble slightly, making all your surroundings become blurry. in the blink of an eye, you were standing in a meadow full of daisies. you were alone but far away you could see what seemed like a how, a shelter.

 without the need to ask anyone, you knew it. you were in Narnia, you felt it in your bones. It was different, but the aroma and familiarity did not go unnoticed.

the trees were not as you remembered them, they used to dance around you every time you made an appearance in the gardens but this time they stood still; they seemed asleep. your school uniform started to heat you up so as you moved along the green lawn you left your clothes in the way, until you were left with your blue skirt, which reached a little above the knee, your shoes and the white shirt. you felt at home, you had returned to your home; among your thoughts, the idea of the pevensie being there also reached your head and you wished that aslan would appear back to show you the way to them. but instead of aslan, a horse being ridden by a men appeared before you.

"I’m sorry, miss, but may I ask who you are?" a dark-haired boy got off his horse to stand in front of you, curiously. he had never seen you before, but he knew you weren’t a telmarine, or you would have bowed to him, and you weren’t a narnian because the sons of adam and eve who belonged to narnia, were the kings and queens and he already knew them. 

"my name is y/n, gentleman...and you are?"

"prince caspian, future telmarine king" telmarine? it sounded familiar to your ear, perhaps you had read it in some book of prophecies in your stay in narnia years ago; but it had been so long that no memory came to your mind. "you’re a daughter of eve, right?"

"I don’t have horse legs so I’m not a centaur" you said in a comedy voice that wasn’t funny enough for the prince to smile, so you stopped your laugh and continued to say "yes, I’m a daughter of eve."

"come with me then" the situation that edmund had gone through came to your mind, you didn’t know whether to trust the boy who claimed to be future king. despite your doubts, you didn’t have the courage to ask where he would take you and you decided to trust him, asking aslan to give you back your fighting skills if necessary; it’s been a long time since you’ve practiced, sword fighting was not a common hobby in finchley.

you skillfully climbed, to caspian’s surprise, to the white horse where he had come to you. the said prince took the reins and began to ride. they went up a high meadow, from there you could see the transparent waters several meters down. if the situation had been different, you would have run down to the sand to enjoy the water, but the uncertainty of where you were going did not leave you. surprisingly, you arrived very quickly at the place you had seen before. now from close up you could see that it was, aslan’s how. caspian didn’t kidnap you, he was a good man. so, thanking him you got off your horse and looked around as the prince walked into the how. edmund was busy looking at a map, but someone’s footsteps from behind distracted him.

"yes you take your time, we don’t need you to make war plans" the sarcastic voice, that so characterized ed, echoed through the shelter as it reached the outside causing you to freeze. it was a voice you were unfamiliar with but you had heard it before. your mind traveled to the last time you spoke on a pay phone with your best friend and recognized the voice. it was edmund, but he had grown up. he had obviously grown up, like you had. 

"I’m sorry, I found someone on the way..."

"with whom you could possibly have met in the middle of the wood-" edmund’s gaze moved towards the entrance of the place when he saw a delicate figure enter. those sweet traits that he remembered so much from his childhood were refined, elegant, but they kept that shred of innocence that he liked so much. that face that was so much expected to be found casually on the streets of london or finchley was in front of him, dressed in what looked like the remains of a school uniform and the astonished eyes absorbing all around her.

"y/n..." it was a whisper, but the echo of the how made it sound loud enough for you to hear. 

so you looked up meeting the person who had occupied your head since you were eight. the boy  you used to create scenarios with at night. the boy who was a little kid and now was a man in armor looking at you from the other side of the room. the boy you were afraid to see holding someone else’s hand. your mind failed to form a word because you were already running towards him, to wrap yourself in his body. his arms traveled to your waist swiftly as he lifted you from the ground and shoved his face up your neck, smelling your scent that he had so missed. one of your hands traveled to his hair caressing that darkness that you used to braid when you were just a kid. 

"hello ed" you whispered giving yourself permission to shed a tear. edmund felt that drop of water fall on his shirt, so he took you off his body to start leaving kisses all over your face, causing laughter in both. by that time, caspian had already retired, leaving you two alone.

"what are you doing here?" said edmund when he stopped kissing your face, but leaving his hands on your waist while you stroked his cheeks. 

"I have no idea, but I’m here! and I missed you so much that I don’t care!" 

"I missed you too, with all my heart" the boy’s eyes turned to your mouth and an urge to taste your soft lips flooded him. 

"do it" and he did it. what he was waiting for so long. at that time nothing didn’t matter, no war or anything. just the two of you. neither of you could put into words what you felt, but you two wanted to find out together. between kisses and caresses, you could decipher when that passionate love was born, that passion that was sealed with a reunion kiss.

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