#'this is my youngest brother carful he bites' | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

eunoiathewriter · 2 years

Text

H. POTTER X F!READER

Synopsis: Harry Potter falling more and more in love with y/n Weasley.

Word Count: 10k

Second year:

The flight had been rather calm. For a fourteen-year-old, Fred had been driving quite well, a little wobbly at times, but not something that had made George, Ron, or Harry freak out. It had been dark when the flying blue car had suddenly appeared outside Harry's window. The three Weasley brothers had shown up at just the right time, helping him get out of 4 Privet Drive. Harry knew that his aunt and uncle would not have done what they did if it weren't for that elf. Dobby. But now he was away from there, and Fred had just landed the car outside a house that was built as if with time, more rooms had been built on it, adding on to the height.

As they entered, Harry was hit by a domestic feeling. The house is homely. As they entered the house and entered the kitchen, Harry noticed how each chair was unique. Even the cabinets were an assortment of different styles. The water at the sink was running and a pan was being washed by nothing. It was a spell.

Harry continued into the house and stopped at a clock-like thing where he could see pictures of all the Weasley siblings he'd met. The three pictures of Ron, George, and Fred moved from standing on "Lost" to "Home". The green-eyed boy scanned it and could even spot the three other siblings' pictures on the clock. Percy, Ginny, and y/n all pointed to "bed". Signalling that the other three were still asleep just at this moment. His eyes stayed a bit longer on the picture of y/n before he turned to what was left of the living area. In an armchair, it was as if someone was invisible and knitting, a pair of tapestry needles moving and knitting something Harry had no idea of what.

"It's not much, but it's home." Ron said this while chewing on a cookie from the table.

"I think it's brilliant," Harry breathed and looked up in amazement. Still in awe of it all.

The quiet and peaceful feeling soon left, however, as it felt as if his soul had left his body when Molly Weasley appeared out of nowhere.

"Where have you been?" She exclaimed at her sons, but quickly softened on seeing Harry for a split second. "Harry, how wonderful to see you, dear."

Ron, George, and Fred looked down as Molly continued. "Beds are empty. No note. Car gone. You could've died. You could have been seen. Of course, I don't blame you, Harry, dear. "

"They were starving him, mum, and put bars on his window!" Ron protested, and Harry nodded along with his friend.

"Well, you best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley." Fred and George, behind Ron, pulled faces at what their mum said. "Come on, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast."

Harry had piled a good amount of food onto his plate just as rapid footsteps bombarded down the stairs of the house, making Harry turn his head. "Mummy, have you seen my jumper?"

It was Ginny, or well, her real name was Ginerva, but it was George who had come up with Ginny since she didn't like her name. "Yes, dear, it was on the cat." Molly answered.

When Ginny came face to-face with Harry, she smiled a little mischievously, but was still in shock that he was there. But Harry simply smiled at the youngest Weasley. "Hello,"

Within seconds, Ginny bombarded up the stairs again, giggling as Harry and Ron gave her confused looks, but Fred and George snickered at Ginny. "y/n!!" They could hear the younger girl call for her older sister, making Fred and Geroge almost burst out laughing right there and then.

"W-what did I do?" Harry asked, confusion flooding his voice whilst taking a bite of his food.

"Ginny. She's been asking about you all summer. It's kind of annoying actually. " Ron said to his raven-haired friend.

Then someone came walking down the stairs of the house once more, but this time not with the same rushed tempo but a rather calm one. And to Harry's delight, the footsteps belonged to the one girl he was just as ecstatic to meet again as he had been with Ron. Her voice was what broke the silence at the table. "Mum! Can you tell Ginny to quit being a little gremlin?" y/n's voice had gone from pitchy to a more even one over the summer, from what Harry could hear.

"Oh, what is she doing now?" Molly asked just as it seemed y/n stepped down from the last step of the stairs.

"She isn't shutting up about...Harry?" y/n cut herself off as she turned the corner and saw Harry sitting on Charlie's chair beside Ron. Now this was strange. Weren't they supposed to meet him on the train?

"Hello." Harry smiled at the girl. She had clearly grown quite a bit over the summer. Even from where he sat, Harry could see she had gotten a bit taller. She wore long pyjama bottoms and a long-sleeved shirt, clearly having just gotten up. Harry didn't know it then, but his cheeks felt so hot because of the fact that he was slightly flustered. But how was a twelve-year-old supposed to know that?

y/n still stood glued to her place by the stairs, squinting at Harry, who furrowed his brows in confusion at her. Her eyes then travelled between the two twins, who seemed to be having a hard time breathing and then over to Ron. She didn't even bother to look over at Percy. She knew he had been sound asleep, judging by how out of it he looked.

Just as she was supposed to ask her brothers, however, it was Arthur Weasley walking through the door that stopped her. "Morning, Weasleys!"

"Morning, dad!" All the Weasley siblings greeted their dad, and Harry chimed in with a lower 'Hello' but still a smile on his face.

Arthur walked up and hugged y/n since she was the only one standing up and then just gently pushed her to go and sit down, which she did. "What a night, nine raids! Nine! "

"Raids?" Harry turned to Ron and y/n who had sat down beside her one-year-younger brother.

"Dad works in the Ministry of Magic, in the misuse of muggle artefacts office." Ron explained it to his friend as Arthur hugged Molly behind them."

"Dad loves muggles, thinks they are fascinating." y/n joined in with a smile, and Harry was slightly confused by the work Mr. Weasley did, but most new things in the wizarding world were confusing.

"Well, now." But Arthur stopped at seeing Harry as he sat down by the table. "And who are you?"

"Oh, sorry, sir. I'm Harry, sir. Harry Potter." He said, which made Arthur's eyes go just a little wide looking at the boy.

"God, Lord, are you really?" Arthur breathed. "Well, Ron and y/n's told us all about you, of course. When did he get here? "

Harry glanced over at y/n who was looking at her mum to hear how he got there. "This morning, your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night." Molly told, making both Arthur and y/n look at her with wide eyes.

"Did you really? How'd it go? " Arthur asked bewildered with a smile. To try to explain it, all the boys started talking about it to the man, but Molly made them all shut up when she hit her husband's shoulder.

"I mean, that was very wrong indeed, boys, very wrong of you."

"So that's what you sneaky little gits were doing!" y/n said pointedly at her brothers. Harry smiled to himself as Fred, George, and Ron all looked down a little.

"Well, you looked so peaceful when sleeping," George started.

"Besides, didn't you tell us just yesterday to let you sleep?" Fred asked to make an argument start between the twins and y/n. Harry and Ron shake their heads but still smiling. Arthur then asking Harry about rubber ducks.

——

Harry let out a deep breath of air as the memory of Tom Riddle was destroyed. In his hand he still held the basilisk's tooth, which was now bloodied along with his hand from stabbing the diary with it. The diary, which had once been intact with a black leather cover, was now completely destroyed by the vicious stabbings Harry had delivered to it.

He sat back, just as y/n's eyes opened. Her pulse had, without Harry's knowing, gone back to a more even one every time he stabbed the diary. Her eyes were wide as she breathed deeply, letting the oxygen enter her lungs and make her more and more stable.

Harry looked over at the girl as she began to sit up slowly, pushing herself up from her back with her arms. She was clearly very disoriented as she looked around to find herself in the Chamber of Secrets, Salazar Slytherin's secret creation.

"y/n?" Harry caught her attention, holding his hurt arm. y/n turned and found Harry sitting there; dirt and grime had stuck to his face and clothes. A few splashes of blood from the basilisk here and there.

"Harry," She breathed, clearly still a bit out of it, but soon started to apologise. "It was me, but I swear, I didn't mean to. Riddle made me. I just found the diary in Ginny's cauldron when we left Flourish and Blotts and... Harry, you're hurt. "

y/n had cut her explanation and apology off at seeing the boys' arm. He quickly covered it. Even though he knew she was a year older, she seemed very confused and scared just there and then. As if she wasn't already one of the smartest of her siblings. "Don't worry. y/n, you need to get yourself out. Follow the Chamber and you'll find Ron."

It was just then that the screech of Fawkes echoed through the chamber, the red phoenix standing out against the dark and gloomy place. Fawkes lands between the two, and he makes his way up to Harry. Seeming to look at him with sad eyes.

"You were brilliant, Fawkes. I just wasn't quick enough." Harry told the Phoenix, through gritted teeth, the pain was still very intense in his arm.

Fawkes took a look at Harry before leaning his head down towards the boy's arm. Tilting his head, tears, shockingly, fell from Fawkes' eyes. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. And with that, the circular wound from the basilisk bite was just a memory that had vanished with smoke. y/n's eyes went wide as she just stared at Harry's arm.

"Of course, Phoenix tears have healing powers. Thanks. " Harry thanked the phoenix. It's alright, y/n. It's over, it's just a memory. "

y/n's shoulders went from tense to relaxed. It was over. But this year, y/n had not been there to help through it all, she had caused it all, a burden that would loom over her for years to comeBut Harry couldn't help but crack the smallest of smile at seeing the girl alive again instead of dead like others pressured her to be. He knew how relieved her siblings and parents would be to see her alive again, and just as she looked up at Harry, he had to look away for a second. His cheeks were slightly warm under her gaze, and he had a boyish smile on his face.

Oh sweet little Harry, he really had no clue what all these feelings meant.

Third year:

The weather had gotten worse during the train ride to Hogwarts. The sky had grown dark and gloomy, with clouds covering the better part of it. Harsh drops of rain thundered against the window of the train. Sliding down the glass as if the drops of water were competing to see who could be the fastest.

Inside the compartment, it was luckily warm. Harry was talking about everything with Sirius Black that Arthur had told him just before they left for the platform. Ron sat with Scabbers and Hermione on the left side of the compartment, all while y/n sat beside Harry on the right one with Crookshanks having crawled up in her lap. By the window on the right side, sat an unknown man to the four. He was sound asleep. He wasn't snoring, but he hadn't moved an inch in response to the four talking.

"Let me get this straight. Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban to come after you?" Ron asked, slightly horrified at the thought.

"Yeah," Harry simply answered.

"But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean, everyone's looking for him. " Hermione said.

"Sure,"

"Except, no-one's ever broken out of Azkaban before and he is a murderous, raving lunatic." Ron added after his sister attempted to reassure him. y/n gave him a 'really' look as she petted Crookshanks.

"Thanks, Ron." Harry thanked him sarcastically.

The train suddenly started to stop, breakes screeching. The sudden stop made all four tense, and Crookshanks quickly jumped over and curled up beside Hermione. Harry had reached out to steady himself at the stop and happened to lay his hand on top of y/n's. It made her turn her head quickly and just glance at it, making Harry quickly remove his hand.

"Why are we stopping?" Hermione asked with confusion. "We can't be there yet."

When Harry had recovered from his embarrassing move just seconds before, he stood up. He opened the door to the compartment and looked outside to see if he could get any idea of what was wrong. It seemed other students at Hogwarts had the same idea, as Harry could see fellow schoolmates doing just like him. But when the train shook vigorously, it caused the green-eyed boy to get thrown back into his seat inside the compartment as the compartment door closed. y/n squeaked as Harry stumbled back and moved out of his way. Pressed up against the wall of the compartment door.

"What's going on?" Ron looked around.

"Dunno. Maybe we've broken down. " Harry suggested it to the other three, but the lights went out just as he said so. Hermione and Y/N gasped as they looked up at the newly turned off lights.

"Ouch Ron, that was my foot." Hermione huffed at the Weasley boy who had moved to look out the window. Pressing his face against it and trying to just get a glimpse of what it might have been that caused the sudden stop. The light suddenly flickers on again.

"There's something moving out there."

y/n looked towards her brother, and her face held just the slightest bit of fear. Harry turned to her and saw the look. Her brows were pulled into a frown as she bit on her lip whilst looking from the window out into the hallway.

"I think.. someone's coming on board," For a second time, the lights had gone out and the train shook again.

The water on the window slowly started to freeze, frost painting it in various designs as it moved eight over where Ron's had been placed. The water bottle, along with the door window, began to freeze. It went from being warm to cold in a matter of seconds. Their breaths could be seen as they fogged into the air.

Harry began to rub his hands together to try and warm up, glancing at y/n who hugged herself. He reached out and put a hand on the girl's arm as he could still see her worried expression.

"Bloody hell! What's happening? " Ron asked as the train shook once more. All four teens had to reach down and steady themselves.

A tall shadow moved outside the compartment. It was cloaked as they could see something waving in the wind that the shadow had seemingly dragged with it. Moving slowly. All four of them were quiet as the only thing heard inside the compartment was their wavering breaths.

The shadow, or whatever creature it was, stretched out a bony looking hand, and without touching the door, it started to open. y/n, who sat closest to the door, wore a scared face as she moved from it and happened to move just a little too much so that she bumped into Harry. He didn't even bother that, but she moved from sitting shoulder to shoulder but still close to him. A slight fear takes over his mind.

The cloaked creature had fully opened the compartment door and now looked between all four friends. Crookshanks hissed at it as the only thing except it's cloak being seen was a black hole, like a mouth. It breathed deeply though.

The creature turned to the left side of the compartment where Harry, y/n and the man whose last name was Lupin sat. They all looked at it as if something had suddenly happened. It was just a matter of seconds before Harry started to grow pale, the creature moving closer to the boy who lived. y/n turned to Harry and shook his hand to get him out of it, but just as she did, the man beside Harry jumped up and a bright light was emitted from his wand. And then, Harry was out like a light.

When he came again, the train whistled loudly in his ears. The darkness that had consumed him for a few minutes was fading. "Harry? Harry, are you alright?" It was y/n.

He opened his eyes, and they hurt at the bright light from the compartment. He looked around, squinting as the world was a blurry mess for him. But as he looked around, he found his glasses being held out to him.

"Thank you." Harry took them from whoever it was and put them on. Finding it was y/n sitting on the floor in front of Ron and Hermione, smiling a little but still her brows were furrowed. Right by where his head had been, Crookshanks laid and looked up at him as he sat. Hermione, who sat close to Ron, a man who had to be Lupin sat, a calm smile on his face.

"Here eat this, it'll help. It's alright, it's chocolate. " The man held out a piece of chocolate for Harry to take, and he reluctantly took it. Looking weirdly at the man.

All four of them looked at Harry while he sat up and glanced over at the compartment door where the creature had been earlier. Finding it empty and back to normal. "Wha... what was that thing?" He asked, turning to the older man.

"It was a dementor. One of the guards of Azkaban. It's gone now. It was searching the train for Sirius Black. " Mr. Lupin said, staring at his feet. "If you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver."

y/n moved Crookshanks over to Hermione's lap and sat herself down by the window, right next to Harry. "Eat, you'll feel better." Mr. Lupin said as he left.

Harry nibbled on the piece of chocolate, staring off to the side whilst trying to make sense of it all. "What happened to me?"

"Well, you sort of went ruched. We thought maybe you're having a fit or something. " Ron's voice carried concern for his friends as he spoke.

"And.. and did either of you three, you know, pass out?" Harry looked between the three.

"No. I felt weird though, like I'd never be cheerful again." Ron answered.

"But someone was screaming, a woman." Harry looked at Hermione, then y/n, who both shook their heads.

"No one was screaming, Harry." Hermione answered for both, and he looked out the window to see the rain still pouring down.

——

The match against Hufflepuff had been going quite well. y/n, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet had been making loads of goals as chasers during the time they had been playing. Harry had to admit that the three girls were, without doubt, a good trio. Fred and Geroge had been doing their best to keep buldger away from the three girls, along with Harry. At times, the twins would focus on just one of the players to keep them secure from the Gryffindor team. Oliver Wood keeps on doing his thing. Keeping the quaffle away from being scored, though the yellow team had made a few goals.

Even through the wind and rain, Harry had heard Lee Jordan's commentary on the game. For some reason, he had grown a bit jealous of the commentator. Why? Well, it was quite simple. Lee was the only close friend except the Weasley siblings, Harry, and Hermione that y/n was friends with.

What Harry had understood, y/n, had been sticking out when she started at Hogwarts in 1990, the year before he did. The others just froze her out of anything that had caused Fred and Geroge to let her be with them and their friends. Leading to y/n and Lee Jordan being close friends. Maybe it was the whole linking arms thing Harry hated? Or maybe how Lee would just listen to y/n without even looking away, reminding Harry of how he looked at her.

Even now, as he had been racing around the quidditch stadium for the Golden Snitch, Harry couldn't help but feel jealousy bubble inside him when Lee had commented on y/n scoring a goal. He had to shake it off, but only for a split second before resuming his pursuit of the golden little devil. Harry looked down to see y/n having just flown past Fred and Geroge, who had cought up to their sister and was protecting her as she had the quaffle but soon passed it on to Alicia.

A second later, gold flashed before Harry's face, and in a matter of milliseconds, he flew right to where he saw it fly off. Cedric Diggory, captain of the Hufflepuff team and seeker, quickly followed after Harry. When they flew right past Ron and Hermione, Harry could hear Hermione cheering him on.

Harry and Cedric raced for the snitch, going further and further up into the sky. Right now, Harry was grateful to Hermione, who had cast an impervius charm on him and y/n, making it easier for both of them to see in the pouring rain.

A bolt of lightning then hit Cedric's broom as they had reached far up, almost to the clouds. It made the seeker freeze and start to fall down. Harry does not care one bit and continues further up to catch the snitch and win the game. But slowly, his broom began to freeze as an umbrella blew past him. But something more blew past him too. A cloaked thing.

It was not until he looked in front of himself properly that Harry saw the dementor that had flown past him. Quickly ducking it, Harry immediately started flying up, being chased by the dementor as one more joined in and more and more. When he reached a certain height, Harry let out a breath and stopped his broom from going further, letting himself fall down. He fell past a few dementors before diving at full speed with his nimbus. He then had to stop, however, seeing the sight below him.

Hundreds of dark-cloaked dementors flew around below him. Their faces were dark and empty as they looked at him. The rain was still pouring down and drenching him. When he was about to dive again, he just turned his head and came face to-face with one. The dementor made him lose consciousness and fall. The last thing he heard was the woman screaming once more.

"He looks a bit peaky. Doesn't he? " Harry could hear Ron's voice above him.

"Peaky? What do you expect? He fell over a hundred feet. " George told his younger brother.

"Yeah, come on, Ron, let's walk you up the astronomy tower," Fred started.

"See what you look like." Geroge finished just as Harry began to open his eyes.

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does." Harry spoke up and smiled, hearing all the others chuckle. This includes Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, the twins, Ron, Angelina Johnson, Hermione, and y/n. Or well, Hermione just let out a breath of air.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione's asked as Harry began to sit up and squinted to see as well as he could.

"Really, 'Mione?" y/n had her hands on Hermione's shoulders as she pointed out how foolish that question sounded.

"Oh, brilliantly." Harry remarked sarcastically to Hermione as y/n handed him his glasses. Giving her a shy smile as thanks.

"You gave us a right good scare there, mate." George said seriously, while sitting down beside Harry's bed in the hospital wing.

"What happened?" Now Fred and George would have laughed if they were not around Harry, as he looked over at y/n while asking that.

"Well, you fell off your broom." Ron stupidly tells as if he thinks Harry was a complete idiot.

"Really?" Harry once more spoke with sarcasm, which made y/n have to hold herself from laughing. "I meant the match, who won?"

y/n glanced over at a Hufflepuff student being taken care of, and it seemed that it made Harry catch on as he sighed in annoyance. But Hermione was quick to try and save the day. "Uhm, no one blames you, Harry. The dementors aren't supposed to come inside the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. As soon as he'd saved you, he sent them straight off."

Harry looked off to the side and earned a squeeze on the shoulder by y/n, silently telling him it was fine. He didn't say a word, but if y/n had looked close enough, she would have noticed the red tint that had painted his cheeks at her action.

"There's, uh, something else you should know too, Harry uhm," Harty looked at Ron, who held something wrapped in his arms. "When you fell your broom, it sort of blew into the Whomping Willow and, uh, well, it's uh.."

Harry only sighed harder when Ron showed him his broken broom. He knew that he would have to find another broom for the rest of the season until he could buy himself a new one. It was all so annoying. If Harry hadn't gotten so affected by the dementors, then he would have surely coughed up the snitch and made Gryffindor win. In his head, he cursed himself for being so affected and all.

It was clear to Fred that the boy wasn't in the mood to have people around him, so he began to usher the others away. "Come on guys, enough staring; he's not a muggle TV."

All the others, except y/n, Hermione and Ron, left. The three just stood there and watched as Harry stared up at the ceiling. But y/n who had glanced towards the door of the hospital wing could see no one else but Lee Jordan standing there. He waved at her, and she waved back. Having promised to help Lee and her brothers with a prank on the Ravenclaws later.

She turned back at Harry, who had a blubbering Ron above him, profusely apologising for his broom. y/n shook her head at her brother and patted his shoulder. "Oh, calm down, Ron. Harry knows you couldn't help it. No need to rile yourself up. "

"Exactly." Hermione agreed. "It is the dementors' fault for being inside the grounds in the first place."

"And it was the Whomping Willows' fault for the broom. I swear that tree is absolutely mad. " y/n added, making Harry feel better as Hermione and Ron laughed at her comment. which was, in fact, very true. The Whomping Willow was very strange and just absolutely mad. Not really the safest tree on the school grounds.

"Anyway, don't beat yourself up, Harry." y/n walked to the end of his bed and placed a hand on his leg with a sincere smile. "We'll beat Slytherin in our next match when Malfoy doesn't have a 'broken' arm. I've got to go, but I'll see you three later. "

With a last smile, y/n had walked away from the trio and over to Lee, who had been waiting. Harry's gaze followed her as she walked over to the referee. Something inside him was bubbling, making him look away from y/n, walking off with the older boy.

Maybe that was why she'd never liked him. Harry was a year younger, but he knew that not many girls would choose someone younger. He looked down at his hands. His pale face got painted a crimson colour right across his cheeks. It almost matched his quidditch jumper.

Hermione looked at Harry strangely, then over to where y/n had disappeared. She thought back to how it was as if Harry almost always sought to know what the older girl thought of something or how she was doing. A grin then broke on the bushy-haired girl's face, unable to keep her laugh in as she came to her conclusion.

It made the redhead beside her turn and give her a confused look, then she looked over at the ravenhaired boy, who had no idea what Hermione was laughing at. "What? What got you laughing like a lunatic? " Ron asked, but Hermione didn't answer, a few tears escaping her eyes from laughing.

"Hermione, what?" Harry also asked. This time, Hermione whined her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm down.

"No, it's just... you know what, it doesn't matter."

Oh boy, oh boy, had Hermione just won the lottery in figuring something out?

Fourth year:

Harry had really been dumb enough to think that his fourth year would be a normal year. He should have understood that this year wouldn't be any calmer than the last three when he had all those nightmares over the summer. Then at the Quidditch World Cup, both the dark mark were cast and the death eaters destroyed the fun. He really should have taken all of that as a sign that this year wouldn't be calm. even when the Triwizard tournament was announced.

But still, here he was. Almost three months into the school year, pacing back and forth in the Champions tent. Waiting for the first task to start. Harry was oblivious to the sympathetic looks he earned from Cedric Diggory and Fleur Delacour of the Beauxbatons Academy. Victor Krum, from Durmstrang Institute, is focused on himself.

How Harry had entered into this was beyond him. However, it appeared that people did not understand that he was not interested in the eternal glory that this tournament would bring. He was already known around the world as the boy who lived. If he just said his last name, everyone knew who he was, which he didn't exactly love.

"You really think I believe you'd want to put your life at risk when a dark wizard is already out for you?"

What she had said, what y/n had said, played over and over in his head. Once more, she showed that she understood him. She was at least intelligent enough to know and notice how much Harry hated the attention he already got for just being himself.

The roar of a dragon made everyone in the Champions' tent look towards where the arena supposedly was. Harry shook his head, and when he met eyes with the Hufflepuff boy, he nodded at him before continuing to pace around.

"Psst!" Harry whipped around at the sound with furrowed brows. "Pssst!"

He walked over towards the back of the tent and listened in. It seemed whoever was there noticed someone else was on the other side, and soon they spoke up. "Harry, is that you?"

"Yeah." He answered, y/n. Her voice calmed him down at least a little. Knowing she trusted him had made it a tad bit easier.

"How are you feeling? Okay?" She didn't get an answer. Only a low sigh. "The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to—"

"Battle a dragon." Harry stated bluntly, however, when y/n began to scurry around on the other side, it only took her a second before she hugged him. A low whimper left her as she was scared for the boy.

It took him a second to steady himself as y/n had her arms tightly around his neck, hugging him close. But he didn't waste a second in hugging her back, making sure to take the opportunity since they never really hugged like that.

It was the bright flash and click of a camera that made the both of them let go. Both of the teens looked over to where the flash came from, only to find Rita Skeeter. The same journalist who had written the overly exaggerated Harry page in The Daily Prophet. "Young love," The woman sighed dramatically.

"How... stirring." Rita's appearance in the champion tent made all the other champions turn and watch. "If everything goes unfortunately today, you two may even make the front page."

"You have no business here." Viktor Krum appeared behind Rita, an irritated look on his face. "This tent is for champions and friends."

y/n was relieved as she had talked with Viktor on one occasion earlier with Hermione. He happened to not know where the potions class was and asked the two girls for directions. And, maybe, he had been flirting with Hermione then.

"No matter, we've got what we wanted." Another photo of Viktor and Rita disappeared.

Just as Harry turned to ask y/n something, Dumbledore appeared from the back entrance where y/n too had come from. Barty Crouch was behind him. "Good day, champions. Gather 'round please."

Harry moved to stand next to Dumbledore, and y/n, who had no idea of what to do, only grabbed a hold of Harry's wrist. One hand held his sleeve and the other interlocked with his hand. It was hard for the boy to concentrate, but he did his best, holding the Weasley girls' hands gently.

"Now, you've waited, you've wondered, and at last the moment has arrived, a moment only four of you can fully appreciate." y/n looked at Dumbledore as he spoke, still holding onto Harry.

When he was done, however, Dumbledore noticed that something was wrong and looked over at y/n who stood beside him with Harry. The girl looked away from the headmasters, embarrassed. "What are you doing here, Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore curiously asked.

"Oh, um, sorry. I'll just go. " y/n shot a look at Harry as she backed away, relaxing her hold on his hand and quickly sliding out of the tent. causing Harry to look back, slightly perplexed, at the look he received from the older students

Blimey.

——

Harry watched from afar as The Weird Sisters finished the song, all the students at the Yule Ball cheered and stopped dancing.

Just like everything this year, the Yule Ball has not gone much better for Harry than anything else. Even though he wanted to ask y/n he chickened out and tried to ask other girls, but did the same there. Then when he decided that he needed to ask y/n to the ball, he got to hear from the twins that she already had a date. Which he tried to know who it was but y/n refused to tell him.

So now he's sitting there at the ball. He ended up going with Parvati Patil, who had ditched him for a Durmstrang guy, someone older. And Harry now knew who y/n had gone with. Of course, it was Lee Jordan. When he had walked into the great hall for the champions to dance, the green-eyed boy had spotted y/n with Lee.

Just as The Weird Sisters had stopped playing, Harry could spot y/n who had been dancing all night, giving Lee a hug before making her way out of the sea of students. She was beautiful, and Harry hadn't expected anything else. She had a silk dress like many other girls, but hers was the most beautiful to Harry. Her hair done to suit her and a pair of heels.

"I'm leaving." From beside Harry, Ron grumbled, standing up and downing the last of his drink. "You coming?"

"I'll be a bit longer," Harry said, and Ron just shrugged his shoulders before leaving. Clearly not in the mood to see Hermione happy with Viktor, she danced on and on.

Just as Harry turned back to find y/n he saw her walking towards him. When she knew she had cought his attention she pulled a overdramaticly pained face. It made Harry raise his brows in question and when the girl was close enough she sat down on a chair next to him.

"Ouch." She groaned. "Remind me to never dance in heels again." With that she kicked off her shoes and sighed in relife.

"Can't be that bad." The statement earned Harry a slap on the shoulder. Causing him to chuckle at y/n as she got comfortable beside him.

It then got quiet. Harry thought about what to say or ask next. He cast a gaze over his shoulder to see Lee Jordan chatting with Fred and George. Angelina sat by Fred's side as the four older students chatted away. "So, you and Lee, huh?"

It took y/n off guard as she whipped her head vigorously towards Harry with a scrunched up face. "Lee, no, ew. What makes you think me and him are someone? "

"Sorry. I just thought, you know, you went here with him. " y/n and Harry were both flustered. Harry because of his assumption and y/n of how quickly she had denied liking Lee in that way.

"That's because of Fred and George. I didn't have a date and neither did Lee, so they suggested we go together. " y/n explained. "Now, don't get me wrong, I love Lee. He's a close friend of mine and all. But this all he is to me, a friend. Plus, Lee isn't exactly the kind of guy that goes after his best friend's little sister."

Harry felt completely and utterly dumb. So for the past year and a half, he had gone around thinking that y/n liked Lee and Lee liked her. But, it turned out, he still had a chance.

"Oh, okay."

"Well, don't you sound happy?" y/n joked, shaking his head, a smile spreading across his face. "Anyway, your date left you. Did you screw up that badly or is your charm just not working, Potter? "

"Haha, very funny."

They both laughed, not saying anything more. But y/n sighed, bending down and putting in her heels again, making Harry look at her with suspicion as she smoothed out her dress. Turning to Harry, she held out her hand for him to grab, but only earned an even more confused face from the boy.

"Now I won't accept a no. Come on, let's dance." Knowing full well that she wouldn't accept a no, Harry grabbed her hand and, with a smile on his face, let her pull him along to dance.

"One sickle that he confesses first." Fred challenged his twin as they watched the two from afar.

"Two sickles that she confesses first and before she leaves Hogwarts." Geroge shot back at Fred.

"Okay, two sickles that he confesses first."

"Are you two seriously betting on which of your sister and Harry will confess first?" Angelina questioned. The two brothers shared a look before shrugging.

"Okay, then I want two sickles if she confesses first before she leaves Hogwarts and kisses him at the same time." Lee added.

Angelina frowned and sighed, "Oh my god."

Fifth year:

"Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up. Keep trying, Seamus!" Harry encouraged as Dumbledore's army were in the room of requirement. Harry was teaching them all to produce a patronus charm, though he warned all of them that not every wizard or witch could produce one, so if they were unable to, they shouldn't beat themselves up about it.

Harty walked around and watched as all the students in the army tried to produce their patronuses. Some stood and thought about what happy memories they had as others went straight to try and cast the charm. It was hard. "A full-bodied patronus is the most difficult to produce, but shield forms can also be equally as useful against a variety of opponents."

Harry explained as he walked around. Gratifying Ginny when she produced a unicorn that ran around in the air. It was hard to teach, though. If Dolores Umbridge hadn't taken over as Defense against Dark Arts teacher, they would all have learnt these things. But the pink-wearing woman had only been placed at Hogwarts as a control mechanism for the Ministry.

Harry continued to wander around and explain as Hermione produced an otter as a patronus. It swam around her, making the bushy-haired girl smile. Then he passed Ron, who produced a dog. It ran around the floor and somehow was able to make Neville fall as it ran straight at his legs.

He then continued to walk around, his eyes almost every other second cast towards y/n who stood and thought. Harry frowned as he watched her just stand there, her wand in hand. But what he didn't know was the memory playing in her head.

"No, Harry. I'll be sick if we continue. " y/n laughed as she leaned against the wall in the Great Hall. Watching Hermione continue to dance with Viktor.

"So you drag me to dance and then won't when we do?" Harry asked as he leaned against the wall beside her.

"Potter, you've been spinning me 'round like a mad-man. Of course I'll grow sick of that. " The Weasley spoke matter-of-factly.

"Well, excuse my poor dancing skills then,"

"Shut up."

They both let out sighs. Looking around. y/n was actually quite sad that Ron had left early, but oh well, his problem, not hers. A great number of students had left for bed during the night, but many still danced. Some of these people were Fleur, Cho Chang, Cedric Diggory, Viktor and Hermione, Fred and George, Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan, Seamus, Dean Thomas, and so many more.

Harry looked over at y/n with a smile, still feeling stupid about how he had been thinking y/n liked Lee. His eyes stayed fixated on the girl. She was always able to attract his attention. He knew that in a room full of girls, she would be the only one he'd be looking at.

She turned to say something, but instead caught Harry, who was staring at her. He felt his face heat up, and he looked down at his shoes. It made y/n smile mischievously, turning so she leaned her shoulder against the wall instead of her back. Now fully facing him. "Something the matter, Potter?"

Harry shook his head, looking up from his shoes. But he was caught off guard by y/n moving some of his hair away from his face. It made Harry look at her, a sweet, soft smile plastered on her face. Her e/c eyes were gentle. It made him smile too. A boyish one. A cute one, in y/n's opinion.

"Expecto Patronum," y/n said just as Harry had come over to help her.

A blue, silvery light emitted from her wand as she spoke those two words. The flow of magic made Harry stop and smile as he watched it form into a doe, but something was off about it. The magic animal stood right before the girl, and as he looked closer, Harry could see the faint outline of horns, like it was somewhat becoming a stag. The same as his patronus.

The patronus stag slowly walked around y/n, who wore a smile at the great animal. The horns are still visible. Hermione, who had seen it, walked slowly up to Harry. Her eyes were on the patronus that faded into nothingness when it stopped once more in front of y/n and bowed its head. Hermione tapped Harry's shoulder.

"Harry? Not to be like that, but ehm... doesn't that seem like a stag to you?" Hermione whispered to her friend and earned a look that told her yes.

"And you have the same type of patronus, correct?" Harry nodded, and the look on Hermione's face made him frown.

"What? What's wrong? "

"Oh no, nothing, just... just keep doing your thing." Hermione slid away from her face with a grin like a Cheshire cat. Getting Ginny's attention.

"What is it, Hermione?" The youngest Weasley asked with curiosity.

"I think we can confirm it now." Hermione whispered lowly, which made Ginny gasp.

"Are you sure?" A nod came from the greatest witch of her age.

——

y/n walked through 12 Grimmauld Place. The summer had come quicker than expected. y/n had been helping her mum and dad clean up all their things so they could return to the burrow. But before she left, she had to find him. She needed to check in on him.

She had been looking through the whole place, making her way from room to room. That was until she had walked up to the third level. Looking through the rooms, she had just passed one with the letters R.A.B on the door. y/n had figured out that each bedroom had the family member's initials on them. Further down the hall, one of the doors was closed. She looked into the open room that was a study room, but it was empty. Looking back at the room with the closed door, y/n found the initials she was looking for. S.O.B. Standing for Sirius Orion Black.

She took a breath and gently knocked on the door. She didn't hear anything from inside, so y/n opened the door a little, glancing inside. Inside the room, y/n found Harry sitting on his godfather's bed. His back against her as he looked out through the window.

"Harry?" Her voice was gentle as she opened the door up a little more, waiting for him to give her a sign to leave. But he didn't. Harry only cast a glance over his shoulder before turning his head back. To y/n, that was Harry's way of telling her it was fine to go inside, which it was.

She closed the door gently behind her. Not wanting her parents, siblings, or anyone else from the Order to hear their conversation. She valued Harry's privacy and whatever he told her didn't need to be told to the whole world.

y/n moved slowly around the bed, so she stood at the foot of it. Not far from where Harry sat. She could see him holding the picture of the original Order of the Phoenix. It had been folded so the side facing his face showed his parents, Lily and James Potter, and beside them stood a younger looking Sirius.

"My family is done packing. We're leaving soon if you want to come with us over the summer. " y/n offered to him, unsure of what to say. But Harry only stayed silent. It made Y/N sigh as she moved to stand more in front of him.

When she did, she got a better look at his face. His eyes were slightly red, and his face pulled into a pained look. She didn't sit down if Harry wanted her to leave. "Harry? I'll leave you alone if you want to. " She waited for any sign that she should stay, but when he gave her none, she started to leave.

It was the tugg on her wrist that made her stop walking away. His grip on her wrist was firm, but his gaze was fixed. It made her kneel down in front of him on the bed and move to hold his hand so she could hold it, but his grip tightened. "Don't leave."

"Harry—" "Don't leave." His gaze finally met hers, a few tears streaming down his cheeks. y/n frowned and moved to wipe away the tears, shaking her head.

"I won't. I'll always be here. "

She stood up, brushing Harry's hair out of his face. He didn't care anymore about trying to stay strong, but instead broke down. Harry wrapped his arms around y/n's midsection, catching her off guard as he pulled her towards him. It took a second before she slowly wrapped her arms around Harry's head gently. Hugging him close. She could feel the slight shaking of his shoulders.

"It's fine, I won't leave." Y/N reminded him as she gently stroked his hair.She pulled away slightly from him, but Harry's arms stayed wrapped around her midsection. She looked down at Harry and pulled his face between her hands.

He didn't have his glasses on; they lay on Sirius's nightstand, so he didn't see her very well. But he could make out her face as she looked down at him. y/n brushed his cheek, then the lightning bolt scar on his forehead before hugging him close. And she stood like that, in front of Harry, who quietly let his tears fall as he hugged the girl close, finding comfort in her presence. At times, she whispered comforting words to him while stroking his head. After some time, y/n had leaned her head down to rest on Harry's.

After some time, you suddenly saw the door open. Harry didn't hear it when it squeaked. As the door opened fully, it revealed Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George standing there. They were all quiet as they looked at the two. Ron mouthed something which made y/n move her hand to show them to be quiet. George motioned that it was time to go, clearly feeling sympathy for the boy around y/n's waist. But y/n only waved for the four to leave and close the door. They were doing as she wanted.

So y/n stayed there with Harry, not caring how much time went by. She just wanted the boy to feel better

Sixth year:

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with happiness from all of the students. Everyone was happy that the Gryffindor Quidditch team had won against Slytherin in the snowy weather. It is definitely one of Harry's proudest moments at Hogwarts. He was the captain and they had won.

Harry walked back into the common room with Hermione beside him. The girl had finally calmed down from the heartbreak of seeing Ron with Lavender Brown. Harry patted Hermione's back with a small smile, and the witch smiled in appreciation of her friend. "I'm gonna—"

"Go, Harry." Hermione sighed and smiled at the boy. "I already know what you're planning on doing. You've been nervous all day."

He stayed quiet. He thought he had been very good at hiding the fact that he fancied the older Weasley sister. However, he appears to have been unsuccessful. "How did you—?"

"She's over there, by the window." Hermione pointed out to her friend as she made her way over to Ginny and some other girls. Leaving Harry to stand by himself.

Harry turned and found y/n, as Hermione said, by the window. The older girl stood with a bottle of something in her hand, taking small sips at times. The boy took a breath before making his way over.

"Hey," Harry said, as he awkwardly made his way closer to her. y/n turned with a tired and lazy smile on her face to face him.

"Hi," Harry could tell she was tired because she had been studying for her NEWT level exams, which she had a lot of.He had found her sleeping by the table in the common room a few days erlier, having fallen asleep while studying.

"Tired?" He earned a hum in response as y/n took another sip of her bottle. "Let me guess, Fred and George helped you get that in?"

y/n let out a quiet chuckle at him and nodded her head. He was quick to understand what it was. Of course, it was a smaller bottle of beer. "I haven't been drinking much of it though, if that's what you think."

"No, no, just.. asking." Harry moved to stand beside her.

"Poor 'Mione," y/n told as she looked out through the common room. "Ron really is blind."

Harry hummed. Mind elsewhere as he tried to figure out how to do this. He didn't know if now was the best of times, seeing as y/n were exhausted from quidditch and studying. But Harry also knew that if y/n had taken over as Captain for the team this year too, she would be asleep already. Hence why she'd given over the role as Captain to Harry.

"You're not going to celebrate, Captain? Are you just going to stand here with boring old me?" y/n teased, knowing full well that Harry didn't exactly like to be the centre of attention.

When she got no answer, y/n put her bottle of beer in the indent of the window. She turned so she faced the boy who lived. She could see how deep in thought he was and it made her smile. His green emerald eyes were staring off into the distance. So, she did as she'd done two years earlier on the Yule Ball, the day when the tension between them really grew. She brushed some of his rvaenhair out of his face, the scar becoming visible. Harry turned his face towards her, his eyes locking with hers. His cheeks got red from the eye contact, and y/n could feel hers heat up as well.

Harry found his courage, one of those elements Gryffindor students were to have to be placed in the house to even start with. He moved closer to y/n, eyes at times flickering from her eyes to her lips. y/n thought he was going to make a move, but when he didn't, she leaned in and connected their lips. Her hands gently held his face.

It was a quick kiss, one that was so quick that Harry wasn't even able to react before y/n pulled away. She held his face still in her hands, the boy looking at her slightly shocked. She was now unable to keep from telling him, because who knew what would happened with Voldermort back. "I love you, Harry. I have probably ever since my fourth year, but I really like you."

"Really?" Harry breathed with a boyish grin growing on his face, which made y/n smile at him.

"Really,"

Harry did not waste a second as he leaned in and connected their lips once more, smiles on both their faces. y/ns hands were still on the sides of his face as Harry's hands landed on her hips. After all those years of pining after her, he was now kissing her, and she liked him back, and it was brilliant. Her lips were as soft as he'd imagined. She teased faintly of the beer she's been drinking. This was just perfect.

——

Fire encircled the burrow as Harry sprinted out of it and passed Remus, Tonks, Arthur, and Molly. Both older men called out for him as he ran straight for an opening in the fire, following the evil and psychotic laughter that belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange. The murderer of Sirius. Harry's wand was already in his hand as he rushed after the mad woman. Tonks and Remus followed behind him, but the fire closed the small opening, as if they weren't supposed to leave.

Tonks tried to manipulate the fire with her wand but was not successful in getting a good opening for Remus to run through. Just then, y/n had rushed down the stairs after Harry as they had just talked, pushing past her parents with her wand at the ready. "y/n!" Molly cried after her daughter as she ran straight for the fire and jumped when she had a chance at getting through.

"I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!" y/n heard Bellatrix chant as she followed Harry through the tall grass. Following both the sound of Bellatrix's chanting and the running of Harry.

She continued running as the grass slapped her in the face at how fast she was running, but she didn't care. It was hard to know exactly where Harry had gone. Once heard herself step in what sounded like water, and she stopped. The legs on her pyjama bottoms were getting soaked.

When she heard the sound of someone moving in the tall grass, she turned around. Trying to spot the person. "Harry?" She asked, the wand still in her hand.

But it wasn't Harry. Instead, out stepped Fenrir Greyback. The most known werewolf in the wizarding world, the same werewolf that bit Remus and turned him. The man smiled evilly at y/n who'd started to back away further into the shallow water. She then jumped slightly as Harry came running up behind her and moved in front of her. "Stupefy!" But Fenrir repelled the spell easily.

"Harry!" Remus could be heard calling out as y/n and Harry cautiously turned in every direction to make sure no one was there. But in seconds, Bellatrix and Fenrir began to shoot spells at the two teenagers mercilessly. Harry and y/n standing back to back and repel each spell.

"y/n!" Arthur called for his daughter.

Finally, Tonks, Arthur, and Remus reached the two and stood protectively around them. Harry grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her towards him as they stood close to one another. They are waiting for another set of spells, curses, jinxes, and hexes to be sent their way. But no more came as the three evil wizards disappeared into black smoke and flew towards the burrow. Seconds later, the house stood in flames.

"Molly." Arthur said in shock as he turned, seeing his house on fire and began to run.

y/n stood wide-eyed before she began to run after her father. Harry followed her swiftly through the tall grass and when they were close y/n slowed. Her childhood home stood before her in flames as all her other siblings, Fred and George, Ginny and Ron, stood and watched on as the house became ash. Molly was hugged by Arthur as they watched.

Harry came up beside y/n, seeing the troubled look on her face as he brushed his pinky finger against her hand. showing he was there. Without a second thought, y/n grabbed his hand and moved closer to him, holding on to him for dear life.

Everything was to get worse. This was just the beginning, and all of them knew it.

And Harry could feel it.

Seventh year (before going for horcruxses):

"I won't leave my family, Harry." y/n told the boy as he sat on her bed. Having come to her before going to bed. Having just gotten to the burrow that night.

He looked up at her from where he sat, his eyes begging her to go somewhere she could be safe instead of staying with her family. He knew that she'd be threatened as she was a known close friend to Harry, or well, for the past six months, known girlfriend.

"You'll be in danger if you stay here, you and your whole family. I don't want you to get hurt because of me anymore. " Harry argued.

"You can't tell me what to do. You may be Harry Potter and my very caring boyfriend, but I'm still old enough to decide whether I want to fight or flee.

"Darling," Harry sighed at her; she was and had always been stubborn."Please."

"I'll be fine, Harry." y/n sat beside him. "I'll be staying with Fred and George at Weasleys' Wizards Wheezes."

Harry turned and faced her, reaching out and brushing some hair out of her face just like she usually did with him. Then, leaning in and placing his forehead against hers, y/n melted into it. sighing as she held his hand.

"I'll be fine,"

"Don't get my hopes up," Harry told her.

"And I want you to come back alive." Y/N stated solemnly.

"I'll be fine,"

"Don't get my hopes up."

6K notes · View notes

mintmatcha · 9 months

Note

hey mint! I am so curious about foster dad nanami. I just think he'd be great with kids especially the shy ones who don't talk much

cw: implied child neglect

The first child that comes into his care is described as "a bit of a lost cause."

It was the boy's fifth foster home in just as many months. The social worker made it clear that Nanami -a single man and first time parent- was not only not her first choice, but quite possibly her last resort.

"He can't be with other children," she explained on his doorstep, "He tries to take over and parent them. There's also a lot of trust issues with authority figures and some pretty bad tantrums, so don't beat yourself up if he's too much to handle."

She went on, explaining the faults of the kid as he sat in the car, watching with a distant expression.

"What does he like?"

The social work paused.

"Toys, games-- what does he like?" Nanami repeated.

"I'm- We aren't sure."

The boy was scrawny, all elbows and knees, and already outgrown the clothes he came with. The last home he had been in had shaved his head to get rid of lice, so his head was only dusted with a hint of dark, black hair.

"If you shave my head again," he said softly, but with conviction, as he stood at the dining room table, "I'll punch you."

The social worker had commented that meal times were an issue, so Nanami didn't push him to sit. Instead, he let him hover, eating bits of food whenever Nanami would take a bite himself.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to. I promise."

"That means you're lying," The boy dropped his current handful of rice back onto the plate. His voice was much too disappointed and wistful for a ten year old, "Anytime people promise me anything, they're just lying."

"What makes you say that?"

The boy peeked up through his lashes. "They promised me I'd stay with my brothers."

Over the weeks and months, Nanami found out more about Choso. He had four younger brothers and a 'baby still in mom'. The food hidden under the bed was for them if they needed it, as were the clothes he refused to part with, and the tears he shed at night.

It turned out he liked art. Choso would wrap himself around a limb and practice filling in his caretaker's long faded ink, pretending to tattoo himself.

"I know it's silly, but one day I wanna tattoo. Like, really tattoo."

"Why is it silly?"

Choso thought that over. "I dunno."

He continued to doodle in silence for a while and Nanami continued to read, unphased by this new tradition.

"Nanami, I miss my mom a lot," Choso said suddenly, "But I love it here a lot too, so... thanks for not sending me back."

Nanami rustled his now shaggy hair. "I would never turn you away."

Just after a year in Nanami's care, Choso and his brothers returned home. The parting was bittersweet, filled with promises that Choso could call whenever he wanted. The contact dwindled rather quickly, but the two never fully fell out of touch.

Seven years later, Nanami gets a call from a familiar number.

"Choso," he greets, "I hope you're sleeping well."

"Nanami." The tone of Choso's voice tells him that this isn't about pleasantries, "Are you still fostering?"

"On and off."

"My youngest brother was taken out of my mother's house this morning," the younger man sighs, "She's back on her bullshit and I'm not old enough to act as guardian, besides, I can't watch a toddler while at my apprenticeship-"

"You don't have to explain." Nanami's already pulling up his booklet of numbers, paging through for the numbers, "I'll make some calls and see what I can do. What's his name?"

"Yuuji."

381 notes · View notes

sturnioloshacker · 6 months

Text

boyfriend vs brother: the ice cream wars - a chris & nick sturniolo short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

summary: when two brothers are at war over ice cream, it’s the girlfriend of the youngest brother who steps in to make things right, or does she?

she may be in a sweet and loving relationship with the youngest sturniolo triplet, but y/n has a unique bond with the oldest triplet. nick and y/n have been best friends since fifth grade after y/n moved to boston from seattle. it was from there that nick introduced her to his two younger brothers matt and chris, who absolutely adored having her as a friend. as the years went by, both y/n and chris fell for each other and after getting nick’s approval, the two started dating and later became boyfriend and girlfriend.

this relationship didn’t stop her friendship with nick, oh no! the amount of inside jokes and secrets shared between the two had everyone around them baffled, including her own boyfriend. the amount of teasing that came with their friendship, oh boy! every car video that featured y/n, chris and nick always managed to start an argument. being best friends, y/n always took nick’s side, leaving chris to have to fend for himself as matt had left the car until it was complete silence.

this happened once again today. y/n opened the front door of the triplets’ house to hear chris and nick in a screaming match. with a roll of her eyes, she makes her way upstairs to see what the unnecessary fuss is all about. as she got to the top of the stairs, y/n couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that the two brothers were arguing over the best ice cream flavour. as their argument escalated, with each of them raising their voices and gesticulating wildly over whether chocolate chip cookie dough or mint chocolate chip is better, y/n sauntered into the living room space, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“okay, okay, you two, we need to settle this once and for all.” she chuckled

y/n knew exactly what she was planning and she couldn't resist the opportunity to tease her boyfriend.

“let’s have a taste test! i’ll be the judge!” she said with a sly grin.

“no fair! you’re just gonna pick nick as the winner because you’re besties!” chris whines.

“no I won’t, baby! it’s all about picking the best flavour!”

“liar.” chris grumbles under his breath.

y/n grabbed both tubs of ice cream from the freezer, she puts a couple of scoops of each flavour into two bowls before setting them down on the dining table in front of her. with two spoons for each tub in one hand and a notebook in the other, she took her role very seriously. she sampled both ice creams, making dramatic faces and comparing notes on flavour, texture, and sweetness. meanwhile, chris and nick are elbowing and punching each other over which flavour she’ll pick. taking one more bite of each, she makes a delighted face at the cookie dough flavour while gagging at the mint chocolate chip flavour, causing both brothers to punch and shove each other once again.

“okay, i have made my decision! the best ice cream flavour is…. chocolate chip cookie dough!”

nick screams with glee as he runs up to his best friend, giving her the biggest hug before yelling at chris.

“i fucking told you! you don’t mess with cookie dough! yes!” nick yells.

“yeah! don’t mess with cookie dough! besides, mint choc chip ice cream is shit!”

“hey! you take that back, princess!” chris shouts, a hint of sadness lacing his voice.

nick takes the winning tub up to his room where he eats it in happiness while y/n walks over to the couch where her boyfriend sulks and pouts like a toddler. pulling him into a hug, y/n reassures him that she still loves him, to which chris forgives her and pulls her into for a gentle kiss on the lips. chris couldn’t help but laugh, realising that no matter the situation, he will always be outnumbered by his girlfriend and his brother.

and so it went in their relationship. y/n’s friendship with nick remained unbreakable, and whenever an argument broke out, she always seemed to take her boyfriend's brother's side, often teasing chris alongside nick. it added a unique and light-hearted dynamic to their love story, reminding them all that the bonds of friendship and family could coexist and thrive in the most unexpected ways.

#chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo imagine #sturniolo triplets fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagine

152 notes · View notes

babydollmarauders · 1 year

Text

AUGUST — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

PART TWO CAN BE FOUND HERE.

summary: in which y/n has been in love with quinn for years and now they engage in a summer situationship.

specific lyrics: “i can see us lost in the memory, august slipped away into a moment in time. 'cause it was never mine. and I can see us twisted in bedsheets, august sipped away like a bottle of wine. 'cause you were never mine.” and “your back beneath the sun, wishin' i could write my name on it. will you call when you're back at school? i remember thinkin' i had you.” and “wanting was enough. for me, it was enough. to live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you'd call.”

warnings: innuendos, talk of sexual happenings but no actual NSFW content.

notes: this takes place when Quinn was attending UMich. inspired by August by Taylor Swift! reader is 18.

**JULY 30TH, 2018**

my cheek pressed against the cool glass, i sit in the bay window of my bedroom at my families lake house, watching for the neighbors to arrive. we’ve been coming here every summer since i was fourteen, and for just as long, i’ve had a crush on the eldest son of the family next door.

the Hughes family was comprised of three boys and their parents, Jim and Ellen.

there was the youngest, Luke. fourteen years old and the sweetest kid you could ever meet. generally the victim of teasing from his older brothers, but he doesn’t let it get to him.

then there’s Jack, the middle child. seventeen years old and my best friend. surprisingly smart, kind, and always there for me when needed, metaphorically of course since we don’t actually live near each other.

and lastly, Quinn, the oldest. nineteen, more on the introverted side, attractive, and my summer crush for the last four years.

Jack and i keep in touch over the school year, telling each other any and everything that happens in our lives, and he informed me that they would be arriving today, but he didn’t say what time. so, here i sit, looking out my window, sight locked on the driveway of the house next door.

“y/n! lunch!” my mother’s voice drifts up to my room from the bottom of the stairs. ignoring her yell, i stay planted in my seat. “y/n, c’mon! i know you’re watching for Jack but you can still eat!”

i heave out a sigh, standing to my feet and rushing down the stairs. i grip my lunch plate in my hands and start back towards the stairs.

“you can’t even stay down and eat with us?” my mom questions. i look over to her, standing with her hands on her hips and her brows raised.

“i don’t wanna miss their arrival, mama.” i whine and she rolls her eyes and shoos me off. i dart up the stairs, shouting out, over my shoulder- “love you, mama!”

i take my seat back at my bay window and look back to the driveway again, keeping myself busy by eating bites of my sandwich as i watch. no more than 5 minutes after i finish my sandwich and chips, i see a car pulling into the neighboring driveway. opening my window, i watch as my best friend steps out of the vehicle, followed by his younger brother. my heart deflates slightly when i notice the absence of the oldest Hughes, but i cover up my disappointment quickly when Jack looks over at me leaning out my window.

“hey hockey-head!” i yell.

“my personal cheerleader!” he calls back. “you gonna come give me my hug? or do i have to come up there and get it myself?”

with that, i pull back into my room and spin around, running down the stairs.

“they here?” my father correctly assumes as i zoom past him in the living room.

“yep!” i scream, opening the front door. i stumble down the front porch steps, catching myself on the last step, and making eye contact with Jack. he holds his arms open and i run across my yard, launching myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. one of his arms winds around my waist and his other hand splays under my backside, holding me up. the touch is innocent between two best friends, but i hear Luke fake a gag behind us.

“i missed you.” i mumble, my lips ghosting the shell of his ear.

“i missed you too. i’m sorry i couldn’t make it to your graduation.” he whispers back.

“it’s okay, i know you had a hockey game. just don’t forget me when you become a hotshot, first-overall nhl player.” i joke as he lowers me down to my feet.

“never. who else is gonna keep me humbled and remind me that i’m ‘an average white boy’?” he chuckles as he uses my own words from last week.

“that’s true. you’ll need me in order to keep your ego in check.” i shrug before twisting to face Luke. “hi, sweet baby.”

i reach up, holding his face in my hands. he rolls his eyes at my words but it just eggs me on more. i pull him down to my chest, cradling his head to my collarbone.

“my little baby.” i coo and pout. “you’ve grown so much since i last saw you.”

“y/n/n, i’m almost fifteen, not five.” his words are muffled in my chest. “can we have a regular hug now?”

i let out a long dramatic sigh and release him from my hold. he pulls back, giving me a shy smile before hugging me to his chest.

“good to see you, moosey.”

“good to see you too, y/n/n.” he lets me go and i look at Jack once we part.

“where’s Quinn?” i ask. Quinn and i aren’t nearly as close as i am with his brothers, him usually sticking with the friends he brings to the lake house, but it’s not unusual for me to wonder his whereabouts.

“he’s coming sometime in the next few days. he went to a friends house for a couple weeks.” Jack answers. he smirks and speaks again- “but that just means you get extra time with the cooler Hughes brothers.”

“you think you’re cool?” i tease. “yeah, this is why you need me. you’re already thinking delusionally!”

“what does it say about you that you hang out with people you don’t think are cool?” Jack argues, raising a brow.

“hold on, i never said Luke isn’t cool!” i joke, crossing my arms across my chest and shifting my weight to one leg. “i only implied you are uncool.”

“oh, you’re gonna get it!” it’s the only warning i get before he leaps, trying to get ahold of me. i sprint around the yard, circling the car before halting behind Ellen Hughes, who was on her way out to grab another suitcase to bring in the house.

“well, hello dear.” she laughs as i take hold of her shoulders, using her as a human shield against her middle son.

“hi El!” i chat. “save me!”

“Jack, you guys have been back together for 5 minutes and you’re already attacking the poor girl?” she chides. “leave her alone.”

“yeah, Rowdy, leave me alone!” i hit back. “you’re so mean to me.”

“you called me uncool!” he rebuts. Ellen sighs and shakes her head at our childishness.

“just call a truce and go down to the lake.” she tells us. Jack and i eye each other warily as i snake a hand around Ellen for a peace handshake. Jack shakes my hand, making me smile and step out from behind his mother.

“meet at the lake in twenty?” Jack asks. i nod and take off back to my house to get changed.

this is gonna be the best summer. i can feel it.

**AUGUST 2ND, 2018**

i wake to the sunshine streaming in through my bedroom windows and my blanket falling to the floor. my back cracks with the movement of me stretching my limbs across my bed and my mouth opens wide in a yawn. i swing my feet over the side of my bed and smile. it’s been three days since Jack and Luke arrived, and according to Jack, Quinn is arriving today. i’m assuming he’ll get here in the evening, so i choose to waste time by going for a morning swim.

i strip out of my pajamas, grabbing a simple navy blue bikini from my dresser and getting changed into it. i grab a towel out of the linen closet on my way downstairs and grab a granola bar from the kitchen.

“i’m going out for a swim.” i inform my parents, who sit at the dining table. they nod, assuring me that they heard me, and go back to their discussion. i leave out the back door, walking down to the lakeside, enjoying the hot summer sun. i spot someone laying out on the shore, and grin in assumption that it’s my best friend. but when i get closer, i spot the dark brown hair and slightly paler skin and freeze in my spot. i stand in place, admiring the boy laid out with his back facing the sun. Quinn.

i stand there for a few minutes, just watching how the sun makes him glow and thinking about how much i want to be his. to be able to lay next to him and trace my name on his back as he soaks up the sun, to lay kisses across it as he hides a smile. how badly i long to be his. he stirs and i avert my gaze, continuing my walk to the shoreline.

“well hey stranger.” i hear called towards me, i look back over to see Quinn sitting up now, smiling my way. “you just gonna walk right past without saying hello? haven’t seen you in a year!”

my face heats up and i desperately hope he thinks it’s just consequences of the summer sun.

“hey, Quinn.” i say back. “long time no see! how’s UMich treating you?”

“eh, it’s been good. i can’t complain. what about you? you just graduated, right? you know what school you’re going to yet?” he rests his arms on his knees as he speaks, and with this position, my eyes are able to trail his chest, leading down to his hard earned hockey abs and the happy trail that disappears underneath his swimming trunks. “y/n?”

oh my god he just caught me ogling him. shit, what did he ask again? school?

“uh, yeah. yeah, i’m taking a gap year and then heading up to The University of British Columbia.” i finally respond.

“oh. that sounds cool!” he nods. “i was kinda selfishly hoping you’d be coming to UMich with me.”

what the fuck does that mean? does he like me? am i reading too much into that? oh my god.

“i thought about it.” i let out a weak chuckle before i tease- “but i don’t know if you could handle so much of me.”

Quinn lowers his sunglasses, letting it be known that his eyes are scanning my figure, and it’s then i remember that i’m wearing a bikini. suddenly feeling self conscious, i fold my arms in front of my chest, my towel pressing against my body.

“i think i could handle a lot more of you than you think.” a lazy smirk rests on his lips and i’m starting to need this swim more than ever.

that was an innuendo, right? that was definitely an innuendo?

i let out an awkward laugh in response.

“well, i’ll let you get back to your swim. i’ll catch you later.” he says, rising to his feet. “don’t be a stranger, y/n/n.”

i watch him walk away, back towards his house, as i contemplate his words.

i’ll catch you later.

i shake my head clear of thoughts and drop my towel on the ground before running into the body of water in front of me. i let the water tickle my skin before completely diving under. staying down for a few seconds, i imagine the lake water washing away all my wandering thoughts.

i was just reading into things. it’s what i do best. wanting him is enough for me, i don’t need him.

my morning swim did nothing for me in the long run. his words still play on a repeat inside my head.

i could handle a lot more of you than you think.

i’ll catch you later.

it’s currently eight o’clock in the evening and i’m leaving for a bonfire at the Hughes house. i walk out the door and cross my backyard and into the Hughes’, making straight for the blazing fire with guys circled around it. as well as Quinn arriving today, Jack had some of his friends from the USNTDP get here too, which makes me doubly outnumbered and entirely out of my territory.

“there she is! our queen!” i recognize the voice as Trevor Zegras, ever the funny guy, he and i met last summer when he came with Jack. the rest of the boys look up and watch me approach as Trevor makes a show of kneeling on the ground and bowing to me.

“get up loser.” i laugh, rolling my eyes and scanning the group. my sight is drawn to where Quinn sits quietly in an adirondack chair.

“i thought you liked me on my knees.” Trevor smirks at his own dirty joke and i lightly kick his shoulder with my foot, making him fall backwards and land on the ground with a thud. the rest of the guys cackle in laughter from both his joke and him falling, but with my sights still set on Quinn, i watch curiously as his jaw clenches and his hands turn into fists for a split second before he relaxes again.

what’s that about?

“i like men on their knees. you’re a boy.” my response earns more hysterics from the group, the guys taking the chance to rag on Trevor for his failed flirtations.

“one more year baby. you can wait for me, can’t you?” Trevor wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he sits back down into his chair, and i notice there aren’t any more chairs for me to sit in.

“sorry Z, i don’t do younger guys. or you. at any age.” he holds a hand to his heart, acting wounded by my words.

“my heart. it’s broken! how will i ever fill the empty space you’ve left?” he whines.

“i’m sure you’ll find some puck bunny to fill it. or more so, for you to fill.” he smirks at my response and shrugs his shoulders cockily.

“what can i say? ladies love me.” he replies before another guy pulls him into a conversation. with the attention off of me, i scan the chairs. i guess i could sit in Jack’s lap. it wouldn’t be the first time. i shrug and go to walk over to my best friend, but a hand on my wrist pulls me back. i look back to Quinn, his fingers spark on my skin.

“here, you can sit with me.” he pulls me towards him, patting his thighs with his free hand. i glance toward Jack but he’s not paying any attention, his focus lasered in on his friend Alex as he speaks wildly, his hands flying around in excitement. i look back over at Quinn, who waits patiently for me to sit.

when will i ever get this chance again?

i gingerly sit down on his lap, and my face heats up, turning scarlet as he releases my wrist in favor of winding his arm around my waist, his hand laying atop my thigh.

“so, you and Trevor, huh?” he questions lowly, his voice quiet enough that only i can hear. i let out a chuckle.

“definitely not. he’s just messing around.” my hand comes up to play with the silver necklace draped on my collar bone.

“good.” he replies. his cryptic response makes my brows furrow.

good? GOOD?! what does that even mean?!

“why? you jealous?” i tease. harmless banter such as this has always been innocent with me and the two older Hughes boys.

“and what if i was?” his words make my hand freeze in place. oh my god is he actually flirting with me or am i imagining it? “what would you do to reassure me that i don’t need to worry about him?”

his tone is low, voice laced with fascination. and in an effort to not ruin the moment, i blurt out the first thing that pops in my head.

“i think the real question is what would you do to me?” i can hear the seduction in my voice, the innuendo that just slipped past my lips, and regret is my immediate reaction. his eyes flicker between my own and my lips, but before i can apologize, he leans over, his lips ghosting the shell of my ear, and speaks once more.

“be careful of what you’re saying. i have a wild imagination and a pretty girl sitting on my dick, you might end up with a situation you might not be willing to take care of.” his breath fans across my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“who says i wouldn’t be willing?” my words are barely audible past the rushing in my ears, but i know he heard them when he leans back with a smirk on his face and lust in his eyes.

**AUGUST 23RD, 2018**

it’s that night that we started whatever we’re doing now. that night that i spent twisted in his bedsheets, drunk on him. that night that he whispered dirty talk in my ear as he brought me over the edge of pleasure multiple times. that he spent an hour with his head delved between my thighs, and then another hour with our bodies flush against each other as he brought us both to release.

since then, we’ve repeated that night seven times. i guess i could describe our relationship as a ‘situationship’. we hide behind closed doors, never talking about our feelings, never letting others see the ways we touch. i never even know when that night will repeat. my only indication being when he calls to ask me to sneak in. we only have a week left before we part for another year, and logically i know i should bring up how i feel before this ends, but i can’t help but fear that they may be one sided. that this situation is just a convenience thing for him. so i keep my feelings buried in a lockbox, not to be let out any time soon.

my phone buzzes in my lap as i sit in my bay window, and i turn it over to check the text i received. my heart deflates a little when i see it isn’t Quinn, but instead his brother.

—

From: Rowdy 💙

you still coming to the movies with me and the guys tonight? mom said Luke’s gotta come with us but don’t worry, he won’t ruin the night for us.

—

To: Rowdy 💙

i’m sorry, i’m not feeling great. rain check?

also, be nice to Moosey! he just wants to spend time with his big brother!

—

From: Rowdy 💙

okay, hope you feel better! let me know if you need anything, i can make a stop at the store on my way back.

—

Jack's response makes guilt settle in my stomach. how messed up is it of me to cancel plans with my best friend, in hopes that his older brother will call me for a hook up?

i'm horrible.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #nhl imagine #vancover canucks #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders #nhl fic

657 notes · View notes

doukeshi-kun · 9 months

Text

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

content ⨳ fluff, family scenario, fem!reader, oc kids: yuri (first son), mari (second daughter), karol (little gremlin)

notes ⨳ dedicated for homies in discord and especially @quansoda! we love dad nikolai and bsd dads agenda ehe ❤️ p/s, you're also the baby mama and this might seem unpolished and all lol im tryna escape the burnt-out

“Alright, kids. Who wants ice cream?”

“Me!” “Me.”

Yuri and Mari who are sitting at the back immediately raise their arms. Karol on the other hand is sleeping on your lap. He almost cries because he doesn't like sitting in the middle of the back seat. So you prompted to settle him down on your lap instead and now he's oddly sleeping peacefully despite the nauseous drive — uh, only Yuri is nauseous.

“We're gonna get ice cream?” you ask your husband who has been driving the car for almost an hour and a half now. The journey still has around three hours to go.

Nikolai grins. “Yurochka looks too fatigued,” he says slowly, just so his first son won't hear him. You try to get a peek at Yuri who sits behind you but your movement is limited since Karol is sleeping.

“Yuri, do you want water?” you ask.

“It's okay, mom...” you hear his voice. He tries to make himself sound like everything is fine but you and Nikolai can clearly tell he feels nauseous because of the ride.

Within five minutes, Nikolai stops by a rest and service area, complete with many open premises and petrol stations. The rest stop is not crowded with people, so he finds parking just quickly.

“Mama...” Karol shifts in your lap as he wakes up. You smile and pat his back.

“We're gonna get ice cream, Karol,” you say and his eyes gleam almost immediately. He hugs you and tries to open the car door in excitement.

“Kuh-kream! Ice cream!”

“Okay, okay! Don't run, Karol— Oh my Goodness!”

Leaving you dealing with the chaotic little gremlin — he actually opens the door and almost falls face down first — Nikolai goes to open the back seat door. He helps Mari to get out, as well as Yuri.

Nikolai crouches in front of Mari, fixing her blouse and ponytail, as well as her glittering purple pouch sling on her body. Yuri is just standing close to him, keeping an eye on you and Karol who are in minor chaos.

“Yurochka.”

Yuri turns to his dad and Nikolai grins at him before he brushes Yuri's hair, purposely messing it just to have Yuri pushes his hand away. “You good, Yurochka?” he asks and Yuri flashes him a regretful look. Yuri shakes his head and Nikolai nods. He reaches to Yuri's hair again, now styling it like a government secretary's hairstyle, which makes Yuri sighs at his dad's teasing.

“After this stop, you will sit at the front, 'kay?”

“What about mom?” Yuri asks. Coincidentally, you and Karol finally get to the three, with Karol hopping joyfully. Your face looks like you just overcame a war. Yuri huffs and smacks the back of Karol's head lightly.

“Ack!”

“Behave.”

“Behave!” Mari points her finger at Karol, supporting her brother but the youngest clenches his tiny cheeky fist before he bites Mari's finger. “Waaa!”

You pull Karol back and Nikolai gets to Mari. You sigh when Karol just giggling like some sort of villain character in one of his cartoons. You look at Nikolai. “He's very like you.”

“What? Darling, that's very offensive!” Nikolai clutches his chest, seeming to be offended by your remarks. Yuri scrunches his nose, seeing his dramatic dad. Without even saying anything, Nikolai knows Yuri is judging him very hard right now.

With Mari holding Nikolai's hand, Karol in his arm and Yuri holding your hand, all of you walk to the rest stop. Nikolai leads you to a cafe that serves waffles, ice cream and some drinks. You find a table just enough for your family of five near the window.

“What do you want to eat, kids?” Nikolai asks before he hooks his sunglasses on the collar of his shirt.

“The pink ice cream!” Mari says, giving Nikolai a fake pink card to him — as if she's paying.

“The choco waffle with vanilla ice cream,” Yuri says after he looks at the menu board at the counter.

“I'll take whatever you take,” you reply as you are braiding Mari's hair.

“Aaa... kreammm!” Karol.

Nikolai nods as Karol makes a biting gesture with his hands on Nikolai's hand — acting as if his fingers are dinosaurs' teeth. He twirls Mari's 'credit' card in his fingers as he looks at the menu. Swaying his hand gently from Karol, he walks to the counter to order. Having nothing to bother, Karol repeats the action at Yuri's arm instead.

“Mom,” Yuri calls you who are accessorising Mari's hair with pins and ribbons. You hum, looking at him. He is just letting Karol play with his arm. “Dad says he wants me to sit at the front...”

“Oh. Sure, Yuri. You can sit at the front.”

“But...”

“Yuri, you don't feel good sitting at the back, right? So, sit at the front later. Besides, dad can look after you. Or me, if I'm driving after this.” you say softly. Yuri looks at you and nods — he always listens to you the most.

Mari looks at her brother and raises her body on the table. “Yurochka, are you sick?” she asks, concerned. She reaches to Yuri to feel his forehead but ends up palming his face instead.

“No! I'm not sick.” Yuri moves Mari's hand, pouting.

Several minutes later, Nikolai returns with a tray of two plates of waffles, three drinks and two ice cream. Mari and Karol are quick to reach their ice cream and Yuri knows well to sit beside you so he can enjoy his choco waffles to himself. Nikolai gets both of you the same coffee and a plate of waffles to share.

“Pa! Naaaa!” Karol tries to feed Nikolai his chocolate ice cream which Nikolai gladly opens his mouth to, only for the spoon to land at the corner of his lips, smearing some chocolate.

You chuckle when Nikolai looks at Karol with a judging face. He turns to you, pouting. “What are you laughing at? Clean me.” he shakes your arm, making you chuckle more.

“Aren't you too old to not be able to clean yourself?” you tease, wiping the ice cream with your thumb. Nikolai snickers as he licks your thumb shortly, just fast enough that the kids do not even notice — but you notice.

“Tsk. Playful,” you grumble, shyly. Before you can pull away, Nikolai grabs your wrist, kissing it before he rests his cheek on your hand.

“I'm tired...” he mumbles. Since you two are sitting side by side at the round table, it allows you to talk with Nikolai personally. You look at your husband and it's clear that he is quite tired of driving — also adding with how he came home late the night before the journey, he oughts to get some sleep.

“I'll drive later. You, sit at the back and take care of Karol and Mari,” you say tenderly, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Nikolai smiles at the kiss, laughing softly — his laugh is just contagious, even if it's short and simple, and that's what makes you love to be around him. He makes you smile too easily too.

Not to mention, his voice is just the best.

“Mari is easy to take care of. My hardship begins when Karol wants to slop on my head like a koala to sleep.” Nikolai comments as he takes a piece of small waffles from the plate and feeds it to you.

“Well, if I'm a koala, I want to sleep on your head too,” you say before you reach his hair, brushing your hand against his white soft locks. “Soft... fluffy... and fragrant.” you tighten your hold on him, trailing your hands to his cheeks, squishing him as you glimmer with apparent happiness in your face.

“My husband is so cute.”

Squishing his face so his lips would pucker, you take a quick chance to peck his lips before releasing him. Nikolai's face is completely basked in a crimson hue, flustered by your aggressive affection. It's often him who does that to you, so receiving it himself makes him feel giddy inside.

“I love you too...” Nikolai says, slow enough only for you to hear. He cannot help himself from smiling and shifting in his chair like he just met his first crush. The sweet waffle cannot make him forget about the sweet short kiss of yours and the warm coffee cannot calm the fluttering butterflies in his stomach.

“Ugh, adults.” Yuri grunts.

“Shush, Yurochka. You can't even cut a potato.”

©doukeshi-kun 2023 — do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, more @cherikolya

if you like my works, consider buy me a ko-fi!

#道化師-jest❃ུ۪ #bsd x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #bsd imagines #bsd nikolai gogol #nikolai fluff #bsd fluff #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd nikolai x reader

279 notes · View notes

onlyonetifosi · 3 months

Text

BEHIND THE CAMERA -> CHAPTER 11

<- previous series masterlist my main masterlist next ->

anon: sorry for this very small chapter, but i wanted to write about it

The end of the year brought a bitter chill to the Leclerc family, not just from the biting winter winds but from the lingering disappointment in Arthur's heart. Yn could sense her little brother's dejection as he sat in the cozy living room of their Monaco home, surrounded by the warmth of family. Arthur, the youngest Leclerc and once-promising F2 driver, found himself at a crossroads. His dreams had been shattered with DAMS choosing not to renew his contract, leaving him questioning his worth as a racer.

Pascale, the matriarch of the Leclerc clan, wrapped her arms around Arthur. "Mon chéri, you are not a failure. Racing is a tough world,success comes not only from victories but also from overcoming challenges, and setbacks are part of the journey"

Charles, the elder brother, added reassuringly, "You still have so many opportunities, Arthur. You'll bounce back stronger. It's just a bump in the road, not the end of the race."

Lorenzo chimed in, "Tu es toujours notre champion, même dans les moments difficiles. (You are always our champion, even in tough times)"

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

The sun hung low over the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya as the Leclerc siblings gathered at the pit lane. Yn felt a surge of pride and anticipation as she watched her little brother, Arthur, prepare to take the wheel of Charles' scarlet Ferrari. The familiar aroma of petrol and rubber hung in the air, mixing with the nervous excitement that buzzed around the pit.

Charles, the eldest of the Leclerc siblings, leaned against the pit wall, his eyes fixed on the Ferrari with a mix of pride and concern. Yn could sense the weight on his shoulders as the team prepared for the upcoming Formula 1 season.

Arthur, having faced a challenging season in F2, had found himself without a seat for the upcoming season. However, fate had a different plan for him as Ferrari welcomed him as a development driver. The Barcelona test was Arthur's chance to prove himself, driving the same car that his older brother would soon race in the 2024 Formula 1 season.

"Allez Arthur. Montre-leur ce que tu as dans le ventre!" (Come on, Arthur. Show them what you've got!) Yn told him, her words a mix of excitement and encouragement.

Charles patted his brother on the back, saying, "This is your moment, Arthur. Show them what you're made of."

Arthur, his eyes gleaming with determination, climbed into the cockpit. The roar of the Ferrari engine echoed through the circuit as he sped down the straight.

Lorenzo, their older brother, stood nearby, offering a reassuring nod to Charles. "He's got this, Charles. Arthur has the talent, just like you."

Charles managed a small smile, appreciating Lorenzo's support. The roar of the engine drowned out further conversation as the Ferrari roared to life. Yn couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as the car pulled out onto the track.

Yn exchanged a look with Joris, whispering, "Il a tellement grandi," (He has grown so much).

Pascale, stood with a proud smile, capturing the moment on her phone. "Regardez-les! Mes enfants extraordinaires!" (Look at them! My extraordinary children!)

Joris, Charles' best friend and Yn's boyfriend, stood beside Yn, squeezing her hand gently. "Il va tout déchirer sur la piste, tu verras." (He's going to tear it up on the track, you'll see.)

Yn grinned, her eyes never leaving the speeding Ferrari. "I know he will, Joris. I just hope he gets a chance in F1 this season."

As the red blur of the Ferrari streaked by, Arthur's skill behind the wheel was evident. The radio crackled to life, and the team's communication with Arthur began. "Comment ça se passe, Arthur?" (How's it going, Arthur?) Charles asked through the headset.

"Ça va bien, Charles! La voiture est incroyable!" (It's going well, Charles! The car is amazing!) Arthur's voice crackled back, a mix of excitement and determination.

taglist: @love4lando@gcldtom@im-mi @hiireadstuff@celesteblack08@reblog-princess@sunf1ower16@janeholt3@athena-artemis-dorian-gray@minkyungseokie

98 notes · View notes

disasterofastory · 1 year

Text

Shelby boys (Shelby boys x Reader)

Shelby boys Shelby boys x Reader DAY 19 - Baking // December 2022 Warnings: none

Summary: The brothers and Charlie join you in the kitchen.

Finn and Charlie are sitting at the counter in the middle when Tommy appears at the door of the kitchen. You can see the frown under his signature hat when you look at him over your shoulder. He puts his gloves into the pocket of the back coat you bought him last Christmas.

"What did I tell ya about meeting us at the car?" He asks his youngest brother without greeting any of you. His icy blue eyes are on Finn, who just swallows the bite in his mouth before taking another with a shrug. In exchange, Tommy hits him on the back of his head. "Hey, Daddy," Charlie speaks up, looking up at his dad from his seat. A cookie in his small hands and crumbs on his shirt. "What are you eatin'?" Tommy asks, not changing his tone but still caressing the young boy's head until Charlie answers. "Y/N made us cookies." The leader of the Peaky Blinders glances at the plate on the counter then his attention moves up to you as you put another dose into the oven. "Hey, love," you smile at him a bit sarcastically. How generous of him to notice you. "Are you baking?" He asks the obvious. "As you can see," you hum. "Do you want to try it?" You nod at the plate with freshly baked cookies. It's brown from the cocoa with small chocolate pieces. Their scent lingers in the warm air, making Tommy accept your offer. It melts on his tongue, and he hums in appreciation. "I never heard you make that sound," Finn comments, earning another slap on the head. Charlie laughs and glances at you for your reaction. "They are silly," you smile at the child. "Silly daddy," he agrees, nodding. "What?" Tommy asks with feigned anger. "Charlie is right," you cut in. "Silly daddy." "Nice," the man grunts, sitting down next to Charlie. "My wife and my son are against me."

"Tommy?" John's muffled voice filters through the thick kitchen door before the young man pushes it open. "What are you doing here?" He asks, frowning. "We should be on our way already. Are ya really eatin’?" "What does it look like?" His brother replies, looking at John with another cookie in his hand. Without saying another word, John takes his seat next to Finn before stealing a piece for himself. His brows jump up at the sweet taste. "It's good," he says, nodding at you.

"Boys?" Arthur's booming voice breaks the silence after a few minutes. His words echo off the walls. "Boys?" "In the kitchen," John shouts as an answer. The kitchen door opens again, and you can see the oldest Shelby with a frown on his face. Sometimes you have a feeling they don't know any other expression. "What are you doin' 'ere?" He grunts, letting the door shut behind him. "Trying Y/N's cookies," Charlie answers instead of the brothers. "Yeah? Is it good, Charlie boy?" Arthur asks, messing with the kid's hair like Tommy did not long ago. "Yes," the boy hums between two bites. "Tommy," the man starts, looking at his brother, who cuts in without looking at him. "Shut up and eat."

When you take out the fresh cookies from the oven, the Shelby boys are sitting around the counter in silence, eating. Warmth spreads across your chest as you look over them with a contented smile.

Your eyes meet Tommy's, and the corner of his lips jerk upwards.

#peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #december 2022 #tommy shelby imagine #john shelby imagine #arthur shelby imagine #finn shelby imagine

671 notes · View notes

hee0soo · 1 year

Text

5 times I.N let Jisoo baby him!

Stomach ache

„Noonaaa? “

Hearing the youngest whine was something none of the member’s wer used to. So when Jisoo heard Jeongin call her like that, she instanty went into what the others called momma-bear mode. It just didn’t happen and that was what worried her!

What what was wrong for the boy to use that tone with her?

The girl sat up from her position on the couch, looking around for her maknae.

Sure enough, he was standing in the doorway, looking a bit pale.

„Innie? Are you okay? “

The boy shook his head and walked over to Jisoo. Plopping himself on the couch next to het while letting out a suffering sigh.

„I think i ate something wrong. My stomach doesn’t feel so good! “

Sympathy overcame her quickly.

Jisoo lifte her hand and brushed a stray strand of hair away from his face so it would cover his eyes.

„Aigoo Jeonginnie, how can i help? “

The maknae looked at her with hooded eyes.

„Can you make me one of the teas Noona likes so much? They helped last time…“he trailed off, pressing his hand to his stomach while doing so.

„Of course, just wait here for me and rest a bit. “

Jisoo quickly got up to hurry into the kitchen.

None of the boys indulged into her tea intake on a normal day!

When she came back, steaming cup in one hand and salt bretzls her eomma had send her from home, in the other, she found the younger boy cuddled up into a blanket.

Soft snores could be heard from him.

Feeding him

„I.N-ah, come here for a second! “

They had been filming their MV for their new song Maniac, and the sun had started to set by now.

After an entire day of filming, the members were understandably exhausted and hungry but it seemed that it would take them some more time, having to refilm certain scene and parts over and over.

Eunsook had managed to get some food for Jisoo and the members who weren’t needed at the moment.

The maknae was filming some scenes for the BEHIND video while Jisoo, Chan, Minho, Changbin, Han and Seungmin were sitting together, munching on some chicken and snacks.

Jeongin dutifully came over, camera behind him.

The female patted the free seat next to her. Signaling the youngest to sit down with her but the boy chose to stand behind her instead.

„Do you want some chicken? “

She asked, already holding a drumstick up for him to take. Instead of taking it with his hands, Jeongin let himself get fed by the girl.

Surprised, Jisoo nearly dropped the chicken but continued feeding him anyways.

The rest of the members who were witnessing the spectacle rolled their eyes at the sight.

„Why is he getting your food? “ Seungmin complained jokingly.

„Because Noona loves me the most! “

Jeongin smiled before taking another bite from Jisoo’s chicken.

The 00-liner looked at her but the girl could only shrug noncholantly.

Protecting him

The members were tired! The y had just gotten back from a schedule in Japan and made their way towards the cars.

It was nice seeing all the stays who came to greet them but sometimes they went too far!

Jisoo was walking with Chan in the back. The leader wanted to keep her close since she had the habit of getting lost if no one kept an eye on her in these situations.

Jeongin was walking a few steps ahead of her but she still kept a close eye on him.

Not feeling comfortable with how close the fans came to them.

It seemed that even the airport security had trouble keeping the masses at bay and it made her anxious for the safety of her members.

Jisoo skipped to the maknae, taking his hand in hers and pulled him away from the crowd that seemed to come even closer.

Apparently it was just in time before a young girl managed to break through the barricade of security, falling flat on her face right in front of the maknae and her.

The girl quickly stepped in front of her younger brother to shield him from anything that might came their way but the bodyguards were faster.

She could feel Chan´s hand coming to lie at the small of her back and knew the leader wanted to have them away from there as fast as possible.

Tucking him in

Jisoo often came home late. Not as late as Chan but still considerably later than some of her members.

The clock in the kitchen showed 2:34 am and the girl was finally done with her practice session. Dropping her bag in the hallway, she made her way into the kitchen, planning to get a glass of water before getting ready for bed herself.

The members were already in their rooms since it was already early in the morning!

Jisoo put the used cup in the dishwasher and went into her shared room.

Jisung was deep asleep in his bunk but Jeongin seemed to have waited up for her.

The maknae was blinking sluggishly at her. Nintendo switch almost falling from the bed sheets.

His lamp on the bed side table was illuminating the room enough for her not to fall over the slippers right behind the door! One of these days she was going to throttle Han Jisung!

“What are you still doing awake Innie-ah?” she whispered and made her way to the boy.

The youngest saved his game and willingly gave it to her when she reached for it.

“Couldn’t sleep and you weren´t here so I wanted to wait.”

Jisoo could see how he fought the sleep trying to take over him.

“I´m here now so go sleep aegi!”

The German girl tucked the blanket tighter around the younger before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead but Jeongin was already deep asleep.

If anyone else but his Noona tried doing the same, he´d probably fight them!

Taking him to Willow

The maknae was the only members Jisoo had ever taken to meet the horse she sometimes took care of!

They had the day off and Jeongin had asked if he could accompany her to see the mare. That´s how he found himself on the horses back, helmet on his head, while Jisoo lead the horse and the fox like human through the woods on a lead rope.

Jisoo could only coo at the excitement radiating off of the younger and secretly took a million pics of the maknae. Gate keeping all of them!

“Are you having fun?” she asked, amusement dripping from her words.

Jeongin could only nod.

Taglist: @alyszaen @smh-anon @andjeoidjavo @ninjaxoxo @sunghoonieee @stopeatread

#stray kids #stray kids 9th member #9th member of stray kids #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop au #kpop extra member #stray kids addition #stray kids female member #stray kids female addition

201 notes · View notes

edutainer2022 · 5 months

Text

@astranite About the PROM PROTOCOL from this thread . It's a Sky and Star headcanon very dear to my heart. I'm so glad you found it! 💙🧡

The PROM PROTOCOL is a story I really hope to write out some day. But if I never do, the general outline is as follows: think the Kansas farmhouse front porch, around past midnight. There's a figure on a porch swing - Jeff. Waiting up. Steps crunch the gravel and stop to an abrupt halt by the porch. Scott hasn't been expecting Dad to wait up for him like this. Scott is past his curfew.

The party had been a long and ardorous negotiation - Jeff was weary, because springbreak and highschool seniors (and juniors) usually equals underage drinking and recreational edibles or pot, or who knows what else, especially if somebody's college freshman sibling is doing the chaperoning. Scott was adamant and made a good case of being the most responsible and reliable sixteen year old in the history of ever - youngest President of the class, Prom King nominee, Team captain and projected valedictorian at the graduation (early graduation for him, because he worked his a** off over summers taking extra AP credit and got early admission to Yale), consummate big brother. Besides, he promised to take Stacey the Girlfriend to THE springbreak party. Surprisingly, Virgil and John chimed in on Scott's side with a good case too - he deserved a night off, as big brother had nearly run himself to the ground the years Mom was gone, while Jeff buried himself in grief and more work. Jeff doesn't enjoy thinking back on the boy's translucent pale face on the hospital sheets and the drip of IV in the deafening silence. Jeff gets the reasoning, but he's not ready. Not ready for Scott to be growing up and leaving for college (John soon to follow, skipping a class the genius his ginger is), not ready for things to change, not ready for the boys not needing him soon, not ready for Scott being serious to take up his Ivy League degree parallel to the AirForce program.

Anyhow, this one time Dad conceded and is now sitting up on the porch, waiting for the eldest to be back past the curfew, minutes away from rising up Kyrano to start a state-wide search and rescue. But Scott is walking back. WALKING. Jeff is absolutely certain the boy left in his car to pick up the girlfriend and then drive her back home. And to ensure there would be no succumbing to peer pressure to drink at the party. Jeff is ready to rain thunder and lightning, assuming that's what happened - drinking, smoking, something irresponsible.

But Scott is shivering in his windbreaker, hands deep in his pockets, face visibly stricken with tears. He walked all the way from the town to the farm in the middle of the night. Somebody's college freshman brother home on a break being far more alluring to the Prom Queen nominee is what happened. Vicious and biting, and humiliating words happened. First love crashing and burning in an instant is what happened. Scott was shaken too much and couldn't drive. So he walked all the way home.

Jeff manages to coax the boy up the porch, on a swing and into his lap. Quiet, hot tears are back. So help him, Jeff is not ready. That was to be Lucy's area - nursing bruises, kissing away booboos and heartbreak. Jeff is not ready. He wants to tell his boy there will never be pain and betrayal again. He wants to make sure there isn't. Ever. But he can't. Jeff wants to keep Scott and his brothers safe from any danger of the world. But he's not sure he can reliably ward off more heartbreak. So he just holds the crying child on the cusp of adulthood and wishes his wife were still there.

Scott is still grounded - he didn't call Dad to pick him up, and walking alone at night was very dangerous. He'd be grounded till the Prom (Jeff is not cruel enough to let the school have no Prom King). That's where the problem is, unexpectedly. Scott's not going. Stacey the ex girlfriend now has that college freshman as a Prom date to show off. Everyone would know he was dumped. He has no date and doesn't have the heart to go anymore. Jeff really, really wishes Lucy were there. He's out of his depth.

That's when the rustle on the porch roof happens and a lithe, agile form slithers expertly down to the rails. John. John, who too is not asleep. John, who was probably stargazing past his bedtime or too lowkey waiting up for his biggest brother. John would go with Scott to the Prom. John is graduating next winter, so will miss his own Prom - nobody will ask questions. That dries the tears, at least, and has Scott sit up from Dad's lap. John HATES social anything. It will be loud, and flashy, and crowded, and LOUD. John would be uncomfortable. Scott can't have that. Exactly! Everyone knows the Ginger Tracy hates that kind of scene. And everyone knows Scott always has a posse of little brothers. So, if Scott is too upset, or not having fun, or overwhelmed - nobody would bat an eye that he had to take the "ginger weirdo" back home. John is calm and completely logical - clearly he had it all thought through. But what if Scott is having a good time and John is uncomfortable at a big party?

That's when more rustle on the porch roof happens and a bleary eyed Virgil parcours down too. Jeff is more or less resigned that bedtime is just not a thing that day, apparently. In THAT case, Virgil is going to the Prom too. Everyone know his two brothers are graduating early, so they won't be around for his Prom. It's a sound cover up. If Scott is enjoying himself, but John needs to leave - Virgil would accompany him home and make sure he's not overestimulated by the noise and the crowd. And Virgil would still have his own Prom to go to next year, if he wanted a big ole party. And thus - The Prom Protocol is born.

In the end, it's a huddle on the porch swing - Jeff holding Scott curled up in his lap, John leaning into Dad's side, and a semi-asleep Virgil draped over Scott's still shivering form for warmth and comfort. Still, Jeff is not ready. Amazed by the bond his boys share, but not ready to let them go.

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #scott tracy needs a hug #jeff tracy #john tracy #virgil tracy #the prom protocol #methinks i have astronomy

41 notes · View notes

sorrownotsexy · 2 months

Text

Hi yall !! Thinking about Alejandro in the states. And he meets the love of his life there because she burns his mouth.

He's homesick. He’s usually away from home but at least he’s in Mexico most of the time. But the states suck and they’re nothing like home.

He's hungry too. And he’s sick of MREs fast food and hotel breakfast. But a starving man would dirt so he’s walking to the nearest McDonalds when he sees the truck.

A big ol p30 painted black with rainbow calaveras and a luchador eating a taco. There’s a mom and four kiddos and the truck is bouncing from the people inside?

The door opens up to a girl looking like a 50’s Cola ad in a long black skirt to her calves and hair braided with a bandana catching sweat in the hot truck, bounding out of the truck to get tackled by the youngest two. She hugged the babies who danced with her to the music that got louder when the door opened.

La Chona filled his ears and he smiled. That explained the bouncing of the truck the people had been dancing inside.

The family had been distracted when the girl caught the handsome soldier smiling at her teaching the babies how to step with the music and she burst into embarrassed laughter.

She got back in the truck and mom moved to let the young man place his order. He stepped up to the window and greeted her with a smile and a “hola señora, buenas tardes-” to be interrupted by her stepping back and giving him a hand motion that said wait.

“Daddy, he speaks spanish”

“So do you.” the dad replied not giving her any help

“No-”

“Take his order mija he’s gonna leave”

She knew her dad wasn’t going to help her so she turned to the man and smiled apologetically. “Uh lo siento soy no sabo?” she said, searching for the proper response. She was pretty sure she apologized incorrectly.

“Right?” she asked her dad who shrugged and laughed at her struggling.

“Um qué quieres?”

“I’ll take a number seven” he smiled

The men of the truck roared in laughter “Oh of course” she huffed, frustrated she should have just asked in the first place if he spoke english. She smiled anyway though and asked him about sauces.

“¿Qué es el asesino?” he asked with a snort

She smiled and leaned down as if it was some big secret “The hottest salsa in the west. Me and my Lita make it ourselves. Supposedly it’s the cause of death for John Disp, a grown man.” she giggled as she finished telling how it got the name.

“Oh now I have to try it.” he grinned

“Ya sure? Don’t wanna ruin your day.”

“I can handle it.” she laughed at him.

Her brother packed the man's five tacos, rice, beans and fork with the killer salsa for him. She gave him one last warning and he laughed it off so she traded him the dish in exchange for twelve dollars.

He sat down to eat his food feeling less homesick seeing a big family when he felt eyes on him. All eight members of the family were watching him waiting for the first bite with salsa, the girl standing with an extra large cup of horchata over ice. He laughed to himself and took the bite.

Just to be cocky he piled a lot on his first bite “¡CHINGADA MADRE!” and the whole family cackled. The girl went up to him holding the horchata which he all but snatched to drink down.

Still laughing and wiping tears the girl asked if he’d like some sour cream “Yes! Fuck, now!” he was breathing through his mouth and had tears rise.

One of the babies came up with a small lidded container of sour cream which he snatched to let melt on his tongue. Another one of the babies brought him napkins. He wiped his nose and took another swig of horchata. He was fine after that but the sting was still there.

The mom took the kids back in the car after and the brother and dad went back to the truck. “What in the fuck do you even put in that? Jesus.”

She laughed, wiping more tears “I grow the serranos and cilantro” she said a little proudly.

“Oh so they’re bred to kill?”

“Something like that” she smiled but had to head back to the truck as a new customer appeared.

The colonel finished his meal being mindful of how heavy he placed the salsa on his food. When the other customer was sitting eating their food he placed a put in the tip jar. “Para la horchata.” and left back to his hotel with a full stomach and a smile.

#alejandro vargas #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #colonel vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you

20 notes · View notes

laurel-finch · 5 months

Text

'I Don't Bite' S1.Ch04: Home

Summary: The Winchesters and their new friend work an emotional hunt together... Referenced Episodes: S1 E09 "Home" CW: Minor gore. Word Count: 6545 Recommended Song: You're The Only Hell Your Mama Every Raised -- Warrant Previous Chapter -- Masterlist -- Next Chapter

I stood on my front porch, leaning against one of the colonial columns with a cup of coffee in hand. It was roughly five in the morning and the other pack members were surely sleeping.

It wasn’t that long ago that I woke up, having gotten used to the more human routine of being awake through the day. I had only just poured myself a cup when I heard the purr of a car engine roaring down the highway towards my home. I took a sip and smiled at the recognizable roar.

My grin grew wider as I watched the sleek black car turn into my driveway, excitement bubbling up in my chest. A month without seeing the curious Winchester boys seemed far too long - I was excited to see the rebellious brothers once again.

The car finally came to a stop, the passenger door being thrown before it had fully come to a rest. Out stepped Sam, a characteristic friendly smile adorning his lips. I set my coffee down on the porch railing and walked toward the youngest brother.

Sam extended his arms in an embrace, which I happily took. Dean watched as he stepped out of the car, a chuckle falling from his lips.

"Didn't think you'd miss us that much, fido," he said, a charming smile gracing the trio. "I suppose being alone for a month can do that for you."

I chuckled. "I was alone for much longer than that before I met you, Dean." I turned and sauntered away from the brothers towards the open front door. "Are you boys coming in? I made coffee."

The boys were only there for about an hour when Booth came strolling into the kitchen. He paid them no mind, knowing they were coming as I had already alerted the pack. Unfortunately, I failed to tell the Winchesters about my new pack members and they responded accordingly.

The Winchesters watched with mixed looks of shock and horror as Booth drank from a nearly empty carton of milk in the refrigerator. Dean spoke up when the older man had finally finished the carton.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Booth paused in the middle of throwing the carton into a trashcan. He turned to look at me, an amused smile fighting to show itself. "You didn't tell them?" he asked, confusion written on his face.

I laughed, laying my head down on my arms, struggling to breathe. The Winchesters were riotous, yelling back and forth with Booth struggling to calm them down. It was very clear Booth's patience was wearing thin.

I wheezed and fell silent, hearing Booth's deep growl. I glanced up at him to see his eyes glowing a faint blue and fangs beginning to protrude. Both Winchesters had guns drawn and aimed at the older male.

"Guys, enough." I said, tone suddenly cold. Booth glanced my way and immediately dropped his snarl.

"They started it," he said, turning away from the younger men and depositing the carton in the trash. I snorted, trying to wipe away my smirk.

"Put the guns away," I said sternly. The boys slowly lowered them, never taking their eyes off Booth. Dean glared at him. It was a look that made me shiver, and I knew Booth would certainly be dead if looks could kill. I never wanted to be on the receiving end of that look.

"Who the hell is he?" the elder Winchester demanded, spite lacing his voice.

"My second in command," I responded nonchalantly. All three met my gaze with wide eyes, an equal look of surprise on Booth's features. I shrugged at him, a smile dawning on both our faces at the sudden decision.

"Your what?" Sam questioned. "Since when did you have a second? Since when did you have a- a pack? I thought you told them to leave?"

"I did. Three stayed. They're annoying, but I've grown quite fond of them." Booth huffed at this and leaned his back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. He seemed to delight in the Winchesters' confusion. I turned to face my newly named second. "Where are Andrew and Sasha?"

"Out in the bunkhouse still."

"Well, go get them. We have guests."

—

"What do you mean you're leaving?" Sasha asked quietly, visibly drooping. I smiled a warm smile in response.

"I won't be gone long. I'm just going on a short hunt with them. Small ghost hunt, nothing special."

"How long will you be gone for?" chimed in Andrew who was washing dishes from the delicious breakfast he had cooked.

"Not longer than a week," Dean interrupted. "We won't keep her from you for too long." The three skinwalkers nodded in response, the two younger looking slightly crestfallen. Booth was once again his aloof self, not paying much mind to the interactions around him.

The Winchesters had gotten along better than I expected after eating with them. Tensions had been high at first, with the two almost reclusive brothers not trusting many strangers. I was surprised that they had any trust in me at all. Andrew and Dean had gotten along quite well, discussing food of all things. I didn't think I could roll my eyes anymore than I already had that morning, watching their interactions.

Now it was time for us to go. With my bag slung over his shoulder, Sam carried my luggage out to the Impala as I said my short goodbyes. I had faith that Booth would take good care of them, and they had enough food to last the three of them quite a while should I not return for longer than anticipated.

The Impala was just as I remembered - drenched in the scent of beer and burgers. I loved it, though how the Winchesters themselves managed to survive with such sweet, distracting scents, I would never understand. Maybe their own senses were numb to it by now.

It wasn't long before the three of us were racing out of town, away from a home that I hadn't left for nearly two years. I couldn’t help but wonder if I could outrun the Impala. Probably not, but it could be fun to try.

I grinned, imagining Dean's face as I hurtled along beside him, legs stretched to full capacity. It was a wonderful feeling, to push yourself to the limits, to stretch out far enough with each lunge that you thought you might break. It was something no other creature would ever understand, not humans, not vampires or ghouls, or even our werewolf cousins. It was unique to skinwalkers.

Sometimes I wished I could stay that way forever. But I knew if I did, I would eventually lose myself.

—

A little over half a day of driving and we were already there. It was already night and the boys had opted for a motel. I slept most of the car ride, but as soon as the moon came up, I felt wide awake. During the day, I often hated the pull it had. I’m not a werewolf by any stretch, but I guess that we’re closely related enough for it to have the same effects.

Dean pulled the car around to the front while Sam went to pay for their rooms. I stared out the window once again, off into the tree line not too far from the motel. "Dean?" The older man grunted in response. "I think I'm going to go for a run."

"It's almost midnight, Astro. A bit late for a run."

"It's never too late for a run, Mr. Jetson." I could see Dean smirk in the rearview mirror, our eyes locking.

"Alright. Don't come back too late, we're getting up pretty early-" he had hardly finished before the car door flew open and I burst out, already in my fur and rushing off towards the trees. I hadn't even bothered to shut the car door behind her.

When Sam returned to hand Dean his room key, he looked surprised to see his companion gone. "Where'd she go?"

"Off into the trees somewhere. She'll be back soon."

God, there was nothing like running. The section of forest was rather small, and it was the only thing between Lawrence, Kansas, and the neighboring town. I had already crossed a large swath of meadow, a gigantic field that I had paused to roll in and enjoy the feeling of the grass in my fur.

Laying on my back, I stared at the sky, the stars more visible than at home. Here, they weren't obscured by moss and trees. I huffed and flopped onto my side, watching the waning moon and the clouds gently passing over it here and there. The moon had already passed its midpoint in the sky. I yawned, thinking it was late enough to head back – I didn’t want to be too exhausted on the case tomorrow.

I stood on tired legs and shook out my fur, looking back the way I came. It wouldn't be a long trek back, I could easily get there within the hour, if not sooner. I sighed, wishing I could stay out here forever.

A breeze tickled my fur and my hair stood on end. My hackles rose – something felt wrong. My ears perked, hearing gentle whispers wafting my way. It wasn't a human voice, surely, but I couldn't place the sound. A low growl left my throat as I looked towards the tree line I had just escaped from.

I took a few careful steps forward but stopped upon hearing a single word.

Come.

At this, I took a step back. The whispers were getting steadily louder, though never rising to a volume high enough for me to hear clearly. It sounded watery and dampened, and my head spun.

Come. It said again, more urgent this time.

Hell no, I thought, before turning and running around the source of the whispers, set on avoiding them on my way back to the motel.

—

It was nearly three in the morning by the time I returned, my legs and lungs pushed to the max. I had to run the whole way back to make it here on time.

My paws padded softly on the rough gravel parking lot as I made my way to my room. I looked for my room number, scanning up and down the row of rooms before my eyes settled on... a man sleeping in the doorway. I chuckled softly to myself and padded over to him.

Dean was leaning against the door frame, a jacket thrown over his torso like a haphazard blanket. I bumped the side of my furred face against his head, nudging him gently. He grunted and swatted at me gently when I tried it again. His eyes opened slowly, locking with my yellow ones. He smiled and reached a tired hand up to my furred cheek, his fingers gently brushing against it.

"Hey," he said, his voice raspy with much-needed sleep. I leaned against his hand tenderly and shifted back. His palm rested against my cheek and I smiled at him.

"Hi."

He quickly withdrew his hand and stretched. "I thought I said don't come back too late."

I brushed my hair out of my face, smirking at him. "Sorry, dad, I got a bit distracted." He hummed in response, staring down at his feet. "What are you doing out here so late, Mr. Jetson?"

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, spiking it up slightly. The cropped style stuck out at odd angles. "Didn’t want you to get locked out," he uttered sleepily and stretched his back, popping from the uncomfortable position.

My smile only widened at this, as I leaned up towards the door handle. I turned it easily, facing no resistance and the door creaked open, casting waning moonlight into the room. "Locked out, huh?"

The elder Winchester simply glared at me before standing and marching inside.

—

The motel couch had to be the most uncomfortable thing I had ever slept on. Sleeping on the ground, out in the woods would have been better, no matter how uncivilized. I groaned and rolled onto my back, hearing the boys shuffling around in the room. It seemed one, who I assumed was Dean, had gone to take a shower.

I looked over to see Sam packing a duffel bag after having pulled all the weapons out and inventorying them. "What time is it?" I questioned groggily.

He chuckled in response. "It's about seven in the morning."

"Fuck."

"You know, if you hadn't stayed out all night, you wouldn't be so tired."

"No, if I hadn't slept on this God-awful couch all night I wouldn't be tired. I slept nearly the whole car ride."

"Whatever you want to believe."

I smiled, throwing my arm lazily over my eyes. I didn’t have much time to lounge before we were ready to hit the road. The brothers wanted an early start and talk with the victim, a young mother who had just moved into the house. I was told to sit in the car. Figures. I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest and watched the Winchesters introduce themselves to the new owner of the house. She was a pretty woman, though I didn't envy her. Moving into a new house with a ghost was never fun.

I leaned back in my seat and stared up at the ceiling. Why wasn't I allowed to come in? I chewed my nails, biting at the torn skin around my nail beds. Did they not trust me as much as I thought they did? Or were they hiding something?

I could smell them approaching before I saw or heard them. I sat up and stared at them out the window as they approached and easily slipped into their respective seats. My brows furrowed when Dean quickly started the car and pulled away from the house. I leaned between the seats, eyeing the brothers closely.

"Where're we going?" I questioned, carefully watching the route Dean was taking. I knew they weren't looking for a diner – they had stopped outside a gas station earlier for some snacks. Sam reached for the glove compartment and withdrew a worn leather-bound book, thick pages covered in additional photos, scrawled notes, and sticky notes. He flipped open a page and flashed an address at Dean. "I'm starting to think maybe you're trying to kidnap me…"

"Please, we don't kidnap monsters," Dean scoffed and Sam gave him an unamused glance.

"Dude."

"What?"

"You don't have to say it like that."

"Doesn't matter to me, Sam," I interjected with a subtle frown. "I've been called a lot of things, being called a monster is the least of my concerns." Sam huffed and faced forward again, eyes training on the road in front of him.

The elder brother didn't answer for a few moments. The silence seemed to thicken as he adjusted his grip on the wheel. The tips of his ears flushed pink a bit, debating whether or not he wanted to share the next destination with me. "We're going to a psychic’s place."

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, leaning forward in my seat. "What do you need a witch for?"

Seam twisted over his shoulder to meet my gaze. "Not a witch,” he corrected. “Psychics don’t make spells and rituals like witches do. They just… have a higher perception than a normal person.”

“Seems like a load of bullshit to me, but dad seemed to trust her," Dean grumbled. My brows rose. This was the first time they had mentioned their family to me.

"Then why are we going to see them? Why can't we just talk to your father?"

No response.

Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "We should tell her, Dean."

Tell me what?

The elder brother grumbled something under his breath that sounded vaguely like a string of swear words. "’Cause maybe she can pull something outta Sam's grapefruit and tell us why he's getting visions all of a sudden."

"Sam has visions?" I exclaimed, leaning even further forward until my seat belt locked up. "What, like a- a psychic? Since when?"

"Easy, Pongo. You'll see soon enough."

It wasn't long before we arrived at this psychic’s house. I chewed on my nails, nervous over what we might see or hear. I had never been one for predictions or the future. Always unnerved me a bit, knowing someone else might know more about me than I did.

As we sat in the waiting room, I fidgeted in my seat. The boys themselves were getting frustrated with the long wait, and Dean smacked down a magazine in irritation. He opened his mouth, surely to say that we should leave when a man exited the 'reading room' or whatever psychics called their lairs of mystery.

"Don't you worry ‘bout a thing," came a woman's southern drawl as she exited after him. The man looked rather confused, yet happy by whatever she had told him. "Your wife is crazy ‘bout you."

The man gave her one last smile before he left the house and she closed the door behind him. The dark-skinned woman sighed and straightened herself, one hand pressed against the door. "Poor bastard. His woman is cold-banging the gardener."

I straightened at that, a look of confusion and mild disgust on my face. "Why didn't you tell him?" chimed Dean.

"People don't come here for the truth. They come here for good news," she answered, making her way back towards her lair. She turned back to look at the trio expectantly. "Well? Sam and Dean, come on already, I ain't got all day." The brothers glanced at each other, stood, and quickly followed after her. I didn't move, unsure if I was welcome until the older woman turned to her and said, "You too, pooch. Let's go."

After exchanging pleasantries, the woman, having now introduced herself as Missouri Moseley, took Sam's hand in her own. "Oh, honey. I'm sorry ‘bout your girlfriend." I looked at Dean in confusion, wondering just what this woman was talking about. His only response was a slight frown.

"And your father..." Missouri started again. This caught Dean's attention rather quickly. "... He's missing?"

I stiffened. Missing? I glared at both the brothers, watching them closely. I didn’t want to intrude, but… why was I here if they weren’t going to tell me anything important? The brothers both rushed to ask her questions, Sam being more concerned about how she knew, whereas Dean cared about what she knew.

Missouri paused and looked at me with a soft gaze. Motherly, warm brown eyes that seemed to pick me apart and put me back together with minimal effort. My skin crawled. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey, it looks like I wasn't supposed to tell you yet." She glared at the boys, "You better have told her some time. I expect she wouldn't have been none too happy if you hadn't."

"Do you know where dad is? Is he alright?" Dean asked, a million babbled questions flying out of his mouth.

"Don't know," answered Moseley.

"Don't know? How can you not know? Aren't you supposed to be a psychic?"

She turned on him with pure irritation and glared. "Boy, do you see me sawing some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician?" She was blazing with fury now. "I may be able to read thoughts and energies in a room, but I can just pull facts out of thin air."

Sam seemed to delight in the verbal beating his brother was taking. I struggled to hide the growing grin on my face. The three of them eventually sat, the two boys on a couch while I had a chair to myself. Before Dean was even fully seated, Missouri proclaimed loudly, "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table and I will whack you with a spoon." Dean, looking abashed, moved his feet as far from her table as possible.

The boys asked their questions about their father and I was racing to keep up. What fire was she talking about? Their mom was dead and their dad was missing? Why the hell was no one telling me anything?

The boys had finally finished their questioning and agreed with Moseley that they should take a look at their childhood home for any evidence of this evil... thing... that had killed their mom. The boys stood, shook her hand, and turned to leave, and I rose to chase after them.

I flinched at the sound of the unnatural woman calling my name. I spun slowly to face Missouri with a wide gaze. "I'm sorry ‘bout your family honey. I know your uncle meant a lot to you." I nodded in response and looked towards my feet. "Do you want a reading, dear?" Missouri kindly asked, settling herself back into her chair. I looked up in surprise.

"Maybe, uh, not an in-depth one," I hesitated meekly, wringing my hands. Would this even work?

"About your pack? If you'll be alright?" Missouri offered. I nodded in response, earning a smile from the psychic. "You'll be just fine, dear. Stick to your morals and don't let anyone make you stray from them. You'll be a fine leader."

I thanked her, a nervous smile on her face as I turned to leave.

"Oh, and darling?" I turned back to look at Missouri, who was now staring out the window at the Winchester brothers. "Keep those boys close and don't let them get into too much trouble. They'll be mighty important to you someday."

I followed the woman's gaze and it settled on Dean, leaning against the side of the car with Sam, waiting for the skinwalker to exit. I had to admit, the two boys looked quite handsome, despite their rugged, untameable appearance. And just like my pack, they were quickly becoming family.

"They already are."

—

"So your mom died in a fire when you were both really young..." I said, pausing as the brothers nodded. "... And your dad became a hunter..." Another nod. "Sam left and went to college, then your dad disappeared and... Jessica..." Only Dean nodded in response to this, his hand clenching. "And now you're going to your old house because Sam has visions that sometimes come true and you think the new owners might die..."

"Yeah," said Dean, taking another bite of his burger. I rested my elbows on the diner table, cradling my temples as I tried to make sense of everything.

Sam attempted to explain himself. "It's... a lot to take in. We didn't expect this case to be so huge. If we had known-"

"- If you had known then you wouldn't have invited me along and I would have been kept in the dark forever." I snatched a fry from Dean's basket.

"Pretty much," answered Dean, glaring at me and my new fry. I ate it, glaring right back at him.

"Alright," I pushed my empty plate away from her, "What are we going to do about this evil 'thing'?"

Dean smirked at this. "We're going to kill it."

—

This time when the Winchesters knocked on their old front door, they had company. Missouri and I were both with them, much to the complaint of Dean. If he had it his way, I would be sent back home and not be involved in their business. Had he known how deeply personal this case was, he wouldn’t have invited me along.

Missouri talked with the woman, giving her the whole spiel about how they were here to help and that there was a dark presence in her new home. Neither Winchester agreed with 'drawing back the curtain', as Moseley had put it in relation to their father. The fewer people who knew about the supernatural world, the better.

The woman finally agreed to let us in and Missouri quickly made her way to the second floor. She hummed thoughtfully to herself. "This is it. This is the center of it all."

"How do you know?" Sam asked.

“Something this tragic… it leaves a hole. Something needs to fill the space.”

"Is it like it gets stretched?" I asked, twiddling my fingers with nerves, confidence faltering. "Like, it gets stretched and can't return to its original shape, so there's room for more to get in?"

Missouri nodded her head. "This used to be your nursery, Sam. This was where that evil first appeared. Something has to fill that space again."

"So what is it?" Dean chimed in. I glanced his way but quickly turned away when he looked back.

"This house has attracted a poltergeist, and a nasty one at that." Missouri let out a shaky breath. "The spirit won't rest until this woman and her babies are dead."

"Then we need to get them out of the house," Sam offered, turning swiftly towards the door. He was already on his way down the stairs before anyone else had reacted.

The family left quickly, with much reluctance and arguing from the mother. "I just don't think I feel comfortable leaving you here alone," she said, tapping her foot nervously as she adjusted her toddler on her hip.

"Oh hush honey," said Missouri, ushering her out the door, "Take your kids to see a movie. It'll all be over by the time you get back." The woman swallowed dryly and nodded, rushing her kids to the car. Missouri's serious tone held a sense of foreboding that made me shiver.

We quickly ran back into the house to find Dean and Sam putting together a handful of blue pouches. Their ingredients were strange – I had never seen such things.

"So what exactly are these, Missouri?" Dean inquired, sprinkling a handful of what looked to be ash onto the blue-stained leather.

"Powerful anti-ghost magic. Bury these within the structure of the house, and it'll be sure to keep the poltergeist at bay."

"It won't banish it?" I asked, taking my own leather bag.

"No, darling. You can't banish a poltergeist, it's become one with the house. Maybe with a more gentle poltergeist, but not one this powerful."

"What about the other ghost?"

"Unless we can figure out what's keeping it here, I don't think we can get rid of it. All we can do is hope this magic keeps it at bay as well."

The brothers nodded, but I shook my head in shock. This was not what I signed up for - granted, I wanted to help the brothers in any way I could. I felt like I owed them after they helped me take down Chikaltio and preserve my own well-being in the process.

Everyone was told which floor to go to and distribute their magic bag thingies. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. Magic - ha! In a world full of the impossible, this sure seemed to be the exception. I watched as Missouri made her way to the basement and heard Sam thundering up the stairs. I was left with Dean to find a place to deposit the bag.

"Try the kitchen," I said to my partner. He quickly looked between me and the kitchen before shrugging. I scanned the surrounding area, waiting for any sort of spiritual disturbance. I took a few steps into the living room, only to hear a very sudden yelp from Dean and the crash of a table.

I whirled around to see several knives lodged into the table and another flying towards me. I ducked and ran quickly towards Dean, hoping to give him some support. I ducked again and ran low to the ground, avoiding flying knives. At that point, the poltergeist had nearly run out of knives and was chucking assorted silverware and kitchen utensils towards the pair. A spatula whipped past my head and hit the table Dean had thrown up.

I watched as his hand flailed madly for the whole he had put in the wall, bag in hand. He couldn't quite reach it without exposing himself.

I made a mad dash for the table, vaulting myself over it as all utensils directed themselves towards me. I snatched the bag from his hand and quickly shoved it into the hole in the wall. Any utensils flying quickly dropped and I collapsed beside the elder Winchester brother, chest heaving.

Dean turned to face me, breathing equally as heavily. He looked down at my arm and I followed his gaze. "You're bleeding."

I glanced down at the wound, recognizing the pain the moment I saw it. I placed my hand over the tender slash, attempting to stem the flow of blood. "It wasn't silver, I'll heal quickly." I smiled at him with a crooked grin, wincing slightly at the stinging pain. “Better me than you, right?”

His lips parted slightly as he stared at me, brows pinching together. The tips of his ears flushed red. My own lips parted to say something, anything to break the awkward silence. Before I had a chance, he was on his feet and racing towards the second floor, likely to find Sam. I sighed and picked myself up. Dean would take care of Sam – it was my job to find Missouri.

The older woman was thankfully unharmed. An old desk had her shoved against a wall, but she had deposited her bag only moments before. She had a few bruises, but it was nothing some time wouldn't heal, thankfully.

There was a loud blast and it seemed to shake the whole house. A white glow enveloped the two women and Missouri smiled. "That should be it. The spirit should be held back now."

"Good," I exclaimed. "I hope I never have to deal with another poltergeist." Missouri chuckled at this and hobbled her way up the stairs, my hand on her elbow to help guide her up.

The kitchen was an absolute wreck, and I assumed that the upstairs was just as bad. The boys were back downstairs now, Sam rubbing his neck tenderly and Dean looked like he was ready to kill something, per usual.

A soft knock was heard on the front door and it was gently pushed open. "Hello? Is it over?" The woman asked, a look of worry on her face. Her children stood dutifully behind her.

"Yes, dear. You can come back inside now," answered Missouri. The woman stepped into the house and was appalled at the state of the kitchen.

"What happened here?"

"Things got a bit rough with the spirit," I offered. "Nothing we couldn't handle."

"Don't worry, ma'am, we'll pay for everything," added Sam. Dean's eyes widened with surprise.

"And Dean has so kindly offered to clean up this mess for you," Missouri said. She turned to Dean, a teasing look in her eye. "Well, go on boy, get yourself a mop." Dean glowered and turned away from her, but stopped when she hissed at him. "Don't you cuss at me, boy." He sheepishly went about cleaning the kitchen after that, with some help from Sam and the new house owner.

Missouri sat with the children, bouncing the youngest one on her knee. The little girl sat beside me on the couch, haphazardly playing with the hair on the head of one of her dolls. I sat uncomfortably beside her, muscles tense, not knowing what to do with or say to the child.

"I take it you don't like children, do you honey?" Missouri inquired. I shook my head.

"Never had much to do with them before."

"Children are delightful dear." Missouri flashed a knowing smile at the younger girl. "Don't worry honey. I see that pretty soon you'll feel differently about them."

My eyes widened at this and I looked sheepishly toward the psychic. The older woman nodded delightedly. I couldn't help but smile too.

—

Sam has insisted upon keeping watch over their old residence, much to the disappointment of his companions. Missouri had gone home, just as the other two wished to, but Sam didn't believe that their task was quite finished.

Dean was griping again about having to stay. He finally told Sam to wake him if anything interesting happened. I leaned back in my seat and stared up at the night sky. It was a cloudy night and no stars could be seen.

I jumped when Sam suddenly straightened and shook his brother awake. His eyes were locked on a second-story window. My eyes widened, seeing the mother pounding on the window glass, fear, and horror written on her face.

I was out of the car and in my fur before Dean was even fully awake. I slammed into the front door, knocking it loose on its hinges, and blasted into the house. I pounded up the stairs to the woman's bedroom and leaped against the door, clawing at it with the woman screaming on the other side.

Don't worry, I said to the woman, though the only noise that came out was a deep rumbling growl that only made the woman scream louder. I howled in response begging the woman to calm down as I launched myself against the door.

I heard pounding footsteps racing the stairs and the unmistakable scent of cherries hit my nose. I backed away from the door and turned to see Dean racing towards her.

"Go help Sam with the kids, I've got her!" he shouted as he approached. I gave one nod of my furry head and was off once again racing down the hall. I heard a door crash down behind her.

Racing down the hallway, I nearly ran into Sam who had both children in his arms. I quickly shifted back, my bones cracking and reorganizing. The little girl screamed, but Sam shushed her.

"Take the boy, get him outside quickly," he ordered. I nodded again and took the toddler in my arms and ran down the stairs, Sam hot on my heels. I was out the door long before him and found Dean waiting on the front lawn with the crying woman in his arms. She outstretched her arms, reaching for her son, and I quickly gave him up. The woman hugged her son close and cried, watching the entrance to the house.

Her daughter came running out not long after and raced to her mother, who enveloped her in a warm hug.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked the girl. She only shook her head. "Where's my brother!?"

"It took him," she wailed, "He's still inside."

The two hunters looked at each other for the briefest of seconds before tearing across the yard together. The front door was shut tightly, and no amount of shoving would make it budge.

"Wait here," Dean ordered, running back across the lawn to the Impala. I kept trying the door, ramming against it and using all the strength I had. It didn't give, not even a little.

"Watch out!" shouted Dean, and I turned just in time to see him flying towards me with an ax raised and a gun on his waist. I jumped to the side, landing roughly on the lawn. I quickly picked myself back up and began tearing chunks off the door from where Dean had hit it. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, there was a large enough hole that they could fit through and the two ducked into the house together.

Despite all the previous panic, the house was dead silent. I followed Dean to the kitchen and there was Sam shoved against a wall by some invisible force. The brothers called out to one another and Dean rushed forward, prepared to pry Sam off that wall with whatever tools he had.

Sam gasped, drawing the attention of his two would-be rescuers to a figure at the end of a hall. This... thing was burning, though there was no smoke in the air, nor the smell of anything burning. The hair on the back of my neck raised - this thing was unnatural. Dean raised his gun, likely full of rock salt, and aimed it towards the figure.

"Wait!" Sam called out. Despite the lack of smoke, the heat was overwhelming and already the three of them were drenched in sweat.

"What do you mean wait!?" Dean shouted back, looking toward his brother.

"I know who it is," said Sam with awe in his voice. "I can see her now."

Dean turned to face the figure and his formerly stoic features morphed into shock. The fire died down around the figure and in its place stood a handsome woman, her long blonde hair flowing just like the flames. She smiled at the boys and took a few steps closer.

"Mom?" Dean whispered and the woman nodded. My jaw dropped. The ghost was their mother?

Mary Winchester reached up towards Sam, as though to touch his face, but quickly dropped her hand down again. She smiled weakly at him. "Sammy... I'm sorry..." Sam looked confused at this.

"What are you sorry for?" he questioned softly. She only smiled in response and whispered a few more things to them before turning and addressing the poltergeist. The house shook as she demanded the raging spirit leave her house, and in a pillar of flames, she and the spirit were gone.

—

I leaned against the side of the Impala, a little bruised and battered, and still very confused. Dean stood beside her, watching Sam talking with Missouri. The two sat on the front steps of the brothers' old house and Missouri was speaking in a hushed tone to the younger brother.

"Your mother..." I said, searching for something to say. Those two words caught Dean's attention and he turned to look at her. "She was... really something..."

Dean kept watching the young woman until I turned to look back at him. We locked eyes and I couldn't help but admire him. Sure, he was roughed up with a cut lip and dappled bruises, but he was still as charming as ever. I flushed and looked away from him.

"She was," he finally responded. He looked back towards his brother thinking about his family. He couldn't help but wonder where his father was, or if his mother was still a ghost. He was sure she wasn't; Missouri had mentioned something about the two spirits 'canceling each other out,' whatever that meant. I chewed nervously on my lips, thinking of what exactly I wanted to say. I had so many thoughts that wanted to come tearing out, but didn’t know where to start.

"Hey, Dean?" I said and he quickly turned his focus back on me. I was equally as roughed up as him, with a long cut on my arm that was quickly healing and a few bruises here or there. His expression softened when he looked at me, taking in the bruises and scrapes for the umpteenth time that morning. "Listen, if you or Sam ever need anything, just know... I'll always be there. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I'll always be there if I can be."

He smiled at that and turned to look up at the thin clouds passing over the pale morning sky. It was certainly going to be a beautiful day.

"What do you say we get you home, sweetheart?”

26 notes · View notes