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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 3 months

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💗Pancakes for Dinner - Lando Norris

'I wanna eat pancakes for dinner, I wanna get stuck in your head'

As Lando kept checking the time on his phone, he couldn't help but feel worse and worse as the minutes ticked agonizingly by. He had promised to go straight to your place after he had touched back down in Monaco.

As he's thinking about you, your smile, your laugh, your eyes, he can't help but want to teleport to yours instead of having to endure the painfully slow plane journey. He felt like he was missing something, though.

He racked his brains, trying to remember what he was forgetting, but nothing was coming to mind. It was some sort of special day. It certainly wasn't Christmas, or your birthday. It wasn't Halloween or anything, so it... shit.

It was Valentines Day.

It was Valentines Day and he hadn't booked anywhere for dinner like he had said he would. Well, he had never actually told you he was going to, but he had made a mental note to book a table somewhere in advance. And he hadn't.

The guilt he felt was incomprehensible, and he didn't want you getting angry at him because he hadn't. He knew you weren't like that, and you'd probably tell him it was fine and you could just stay in and cuddle, but he wanted to do something nice for you.

He wanted to treat you like the princess you were to him, and he was scolding himself for forgetting to do one simple thing while he was away. He tried to see if he could get anything last minute, but everything was booked up.

He wouldn't even be able to give you your gift since it was at his place, and he was going straight to yours so you could have a couple hours together before you both went to sleep. And, he'd probably be sleeping earlier since he had had a long day of traveling.

He wanted to give you something, at least. Something more than an apology on the day of love. Conveniently enough, he was able to ask for some paper, and he had a pen in his bag. As he started to write, he had to think carefully about what he was going to say.

His mind instantly went into doomsday thinking as the thoughts flashed in his mind of the plane going down, and the last thing he imagined was you. He didn't want to take it too far, either, but he was awful at telling you how he felt.

He could barely tell you how beautiful he thought you always were without blushing and stuttering, so writing the extent of how he felt was a much better option. Telling you was too scary, so he always just said something else.

He read it over and over until the words didn't make any coherent sense in his brain, and he folded it before he backed out and threw it away. Lando thought that this was the best way he could give you what you deserved. The truth.

He finally touched down, and took a taxi straight to your apartment. You had texted him, telling him to come straight in instead of knocking. He had a key, so he could just enter whenever he wanted to.

"Babe? You home?" he called out, dropping his things down by the door and slipping his shoes off. Just being in your apartment alone was enough to take away the stress of travelling.

"In the living room!" you responded, listening as his footsteps approached where you were. You had missed him a great deal while he had been off on his travels, but he was having fun, so you didn't mind so much.

He entered the room, and was relieved to see you just sat on the couch, curled up in a blanket. You weren't ready for a fancy dinner, you weren't looking at him in expectation of some grand gesture. You were simply happy for him to be back.

"God, I have missed you," he smiled, taking a seat next to you and slinging an arm over your shoulders, tugging you snugly into his side. He pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, just allowing himself to relax.

"I've missed you too," you agreed, revelling in the feeling of being back in his arms. "So, I was thinking for dinner, we could-" you started, but Lando abruptly cut you off.

"Well, about dinner... I feel really bad because it's Valentines Day, and I know I should have gotten us a table somewhere. I wanted to treat you, but it completely slipped my mind and I'm really sorry," he rambled, his grip on you tightening.

"Hey, hey, Lando, no, I was just going to say that I'll look in the cupboard and see what I can make us," you told him, knowing he would have told you to dress up in advance or something if you were going for dinner.

As he had suspected, you weren't waiting for anything, but he still felt awfully guilty. "But I still wanted to take you out and I feel like a shitty boyfriend for forgetting," he continued.

"Lando, my love, I was going to book us somewhere too, since I knew you would have told me weeks ago if you had reserved something. But I figured you'd be tired and you'd rather stay in and relax," you explained, and his heart melted.

It was baffling to him how sweet and considerate you were, but that was one of the many things he adored about you in the very, very long list. "You're such a sweetheart, I swear," he smiled, softly kissing you before pulling away and looking into your eyes.

"I try, I try," you chuckled, blushing slightly. The pink tint that coated your cheeks was one of the most adorable things he thought he had ever seen, and now he was glad that the two of you were just staying in instead of going out. "What do you want me to make?"

"Can we have pancakes for dinner?" he asked, an innocent smile on his face. He had had the same thought earlier, and there was no harm in asking.

"Now that is a splendid idea, my love," you agreed, getting up off the couch and heading through to the kitchen. Lando followed on, not wanting to be away from your side for even a minute. He leant on the counter and watched as you prepare the pancake batter. "Do you want crepes or American?"

"Whichever you prefer is fine," he said, wanting you to get the choice.

"Crepes it is," you smiled, putting the pan on the stove.

"Do you want me to set the table?" he asked, wanting to feel of use and wanting to help you out somewhat.

"You can sit down if you want, you've had a long day," you told him. And just when he thought you couldn't get any sweeter, you just had to ass a cherry on top of the cake. He shook his head, his curls flopping about on his forehead.

"No, no, I'll do it, don't worry," he smiled, kissing you on the cheek and going over to the dining table in the other room. Lando made sure you couldn't see what he was doing as he changed the table layout so you could sit opposite each other.

He took the flowers that you had on the coffee table and put them in the middle of the dining room table, as well as a few candles to create the proper romantic-restaurant feel. He was very proud of himself as he looked at your transformed table.

Once he was done, he went back into the kitchen to see how you were getting on with the pancakes. You were flipping one in the pan as you noticed him, standing in the doorway. "Hey, you," you smiled as he walked up to you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as he rested a head on your shoulder. "Hey," he softly said, just enjoying having you in his arms after being away for a while.

"Do you wanna go get dressed up? Make it like a proper date?" you asked, leaning back into him.

"I like that idea," he said, kissing your neck and letting you go off to your bedroom to get changed. He had some stuff at your place in the wardrobe in the spare room, and it'd suffice for a nice date setting.

He found a pink shirt, perfect for the Valentines Day feel with some slacks. Simple, yet classy. When he came back out, he noticed that you were still getting ready, which was to be expected. He patiently waited, and his head snapped to the door when he heard it click open.

"Baby, you look stunning," he smiled, watching as you walked out, all dressed up. You had done as much as you could in the short space of time, but it was more than enough for him. You had both had the same idea, opting for pink dress.

"You're looking handsome as ever," you smiled, liking the pink on him.

"Thank you, my love," he replied, taking your hand and walking you through to the dining room, the candle flames dancing in the darkness, casting your shadows on the wall.

"Lando, you didn't have to," you chuckled, taking in the room around you. The atmosphere was absolutely perfect, and this was better than any fancy restaurant.

"I did for my love," he flirted, pulling your chair out as you sat. You had opted for the pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, since it was a classic combination. The two of you talked as you ate, enjoying the moment together.

It didn't really matter where you were, as long as you had each other, you'd be happy to spend the time together. You had finished a short while ago, and now he had something itching at the back of his mind. The note he had written you. "Wait there," he said, getting up from the table and going to the front door.

He rummaged around in his bag and pulled out the folded piece of paper he had written on the plane, and set it down in front of you. "You can open it," he said, and you could already tell he was nervous about whatever it was he had written.

For a moment, you thought you were getting broken up with, but you quickly realised that wasn't the case. Lando watched anxiously as you read through the note, your face softening as the tears pricked the backs of your eyes.

'Dear Y/N,

I think this is one of those times where I'm thinking overly negatively, so bear with me. I think that I should probably tell you this, in case there is an accident, and I never see you again. But, on this plane tonight, I'm thinking, honestly, what do I have to lose?

I want to do everything with you. I want to have pancakes for dinner, I want to be the one stuck in your head. I want to watch TV shows with you, and if we're feeling under the weather, we can watch in bed instead of the couch. I want to go out on the weekends and take you to races. I want to get dressed up just to get undressed again.

I'm not trying to be too forward, and I don't want to cross any lines with you, but I think writing this to you is easier than telling you verbally. I can tell you everything I'm feeling without chickening out and changing the topic.

I love you. There, I said it. Well, wrote it. I love you. I didn't want to say too much, but there's no way to skirt around this. I love you. The more I write it on the page the more it feels right, because I'm finally accepting that I love you. I love you so much.

If I'm still in the room while you're reading this, just know I can take it if you don't feel the same. All I want is for you to be happy, even if the feeling isn't mutual. Or if you want to take a step back and just be friends. Or if you just like me a little and not a lot.

I can take whatever it is you feel, even if this ruins everything. I guess that just comes with being in love with the prettiest girl in the world, huh? Anyway, I've rambled on enough, and I'll leave you to think. I love you.'

"You don't have to say it back, but I do really love you," he said, waiting for you to say something. Waiting for you to say anything. Anything at all. "I get it, it might be too soon-" he rambled, trying to fill the silence.

"I love you too," you said, cutting him off. For a moment, he just looked completely gobsmacked, and he wasn't too sure he had heard you right. "I love you too, Lando," you repeated, letting a stray tear of happiness roll down your reddened cheeks.

"You do? You really do?" he asked, needing to hear it one more time as confirmation that he wasn't just hearing what he wanted to hear.

"I love you, Lando. I love you so much," you reiterated the words of his letter. It took every ounce of control that he had not to leap to his feet and scream because the girl he adored loved him back. The prettiest girl in the world loved him back.

"Baby, you have no idea how much that means to me," he beamed, standing up from his chair and rounding the table so he was on your side. He wasted no time in taking you in his arms and kissing you. But he wasn't just kissing his girlfriend anymore, he was kissing the woman he loved.

"I love you," he smiled against your lips, becoming obsessed with the way those words sounded when he said them to you.

"I love you too," you smirked, snaking yours arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply. It was a damn good job that the two of you weren't at a restaurant, because you certainly couldn't do that on their tables.

A/N - And the second Valentines post of the day! I still think I'm shadowbanned, so if you could reblog this if you read this far, that'd be such a massive help! Also, based off Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy Mcalpine. Love y'all 💗

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pipi-un-kaki-in-pipi-land · 1 year

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joy to my world

summary: wednesday is oblivious that you're trying to steal a kiss from her under the mistletoe that you've hung on her door

You could hear bells chime in your ears as the clock struck at 12 midnight. You happily tossed and turned in your bed before getting up and dragging your lazy feet to the door, grabbing the newly purchased mistletoe ornament before heading out. You ran as quiet as you could, to Wednesday’s dorm with the intention of hanging it there and trying to steal a kiss from her.

Once you arrived, you couldn’t help but hear the faint typing coming from her dorm. Oh shit, you thought. This was never part of your plan – you expected Wednesday to be soundly asleep by now, but looks like she stayed up for the happiest time of the year. Not for her, at least. She was probably too indulged in her typewriter to be bothered by the fact that it was Christmas day.

You tried to be as silent as a rat on the chase, as you hooked the ornament on her dorm door. You knew one tiny misstep and you might as well be dead, so you tried to make as little sound as possible – but all your dreams shriveled away just as you were finished.

A certain area in the floorboard had creaked just as you tried to step away. More creaks came when you tried to run away – oh, you were so done for. Not even 5 seconds in and you could hear the door swing open and the ravenette looking through the corridors of Ophelia Hall just to narrowly see your oversized pajamas duck behind a wall.

“y/n, come out. There’s no point in hiding from my plane of vision,” Wednesday said, as curt as ever. You headed to her obediently, blowing a quiet raspberry as you knew you had been caught red-handed. “Sorry” was all that came out of your mouth as you hanged your head down, refusing to make eye contact with the raven.

“y/n, I know that we’re each other’s, but what exactly are you trying to pull off this time?” she sighed, following your gaze up to the mistletoe that hung on her door.

“What ev-” you interrupted Wednesday’s question by pulling her to you by the middle of her striped cardigan, but her highly sensible reflexes had her pull away when her lips were inches before yours. Although you were way taller than her, she somehow managed to avoid your attempted kiss.

You saw many people kiss under the mistletoe whether it was in shows or in real life, and you wanted to so desperately try it on your partner.

“y/n? Are you alright, mi amor? Are you quenching so much for my attention that your little furball of emotions tried to pull me into lip-to-lip contact? Is that what you’ve been craving so bad?” Wednesday lifted her head to look at your flustered expression.

“No, it’s just that- nevermind, you can figure it out yourself,” you broke free from the eye contact, color still dusted across your cheeks. You were sad that Wednesday rejected your kiss, let alone not know what all this was all about.

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The next few days continued with Wednesday being oblivious as ever; whenever you said goodbye to her at her dorm, you would always try to lean your face into hers, but always to no avail. Fortunately, Wednesday has been noticing you jumping around in some sort of frustration whenever she gently nudged you away from the attempts.

And she was determined to find out why.

“Enid, what’s so special about a mistletoe?” The ravenette asked the blonde girl sitting across her on the bed.

“You’re so silly, Wednesday. y/n has been complaining to me about you not being able to take a hint, like seriously? You don’t know what it’s all about?” Enid giggled, pulling out her phone to search for something.

“I think you missed the part where you’re supposed to enlighten me,” Wednesday threw her sarcasm at Enid, who completely ignored it and showed her a scene on her phone. There was a couple and a mistletoe hanging right above their heads, identical to the one you hung on their dorm.

After throwing some lovey-dovey words at each other, the couple pulled into a passionate kiss, the mistletoe yet to disappear.

Wednesday squinted harder at the small screen and had a eureka moment.

All this while, you were just trying to show your undying love for her – but only for her to fail to realise it.

That same evening, she patiently waited for you to come to her dorm. At this point, it has become a habit, and you refused to give up, not until Wednesday understood. When you arrived in your fleece jacket and black skinny jeans, she was already eyeing on your gorgeous lips, like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey.

Now it was Wednesday’s turn to pull you in by your gold necklace, which took you by surprise. It was also her turn to blush, a shade of pink splattered across her freckled features. “I’m glad I finally understood. Merry Christmas, y/n.” She placed a chaste kiss on your lips, smiling warmly.

“Merry Christmas, Wednesday,” your once hopeless eyes had lit up in happiness as your body overflowed with joy.

You’ve never felt more happier with her by your side.

happy new year guys thank you for all the support :))

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iibonniee · 5 months

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Day 5 | Lee Hoseok

Paring: Lee Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Rating: G

Word Count: 953

Prompt: Christmas Movie Marathon

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It was roughly 6:30 in the afternoon when Y/N walked through the door and was greeted with the smell of freshly made popcorn and an array of snacks on the coffee table. For a moment, she paused, trying to think of what made the occasion so special for such a feast for two people.

Turning her head only slightly to meet the home screen of a festive Netflix line-up, her eyes widened momentarily with surprise. Snuggled on the plush couch, Hoseok had set out their favorite fuzzy blankets, and softly glowing fairy lights twinkled from behind the TV set, casting a warm glow across the room, inviting a glow against the dimming evening light.

“You did all this?” Y/N asked, her voice laced with astonishment as she took in the cozy ambiance, her lips curling into an appreciative smile. Hearing the door close, Hoseok looked up, his face splitting into a dimple-showing grin.

“You texted me saying you had a stressful day. I thought this might help,” Hoseok explained, his voice soft but firm in its sincerity. He simply shrugged, the grin never leaving his face, and opened his arms in invitation.

Gently, he tugged her down to join him on the couch. Their hands instinctively sought out each other’s, the familiar intertwining of their fingers comforting her instantly. As they settled under the warmth of the neon-colored fuzzy blankets, the aroma of hot chocolate wafted from the side table, and the snowfall outside seemed less intimidating.

“So, what’s the plan for this grand feast?” Y/N questioned, her curiosity piqued.

Hoseok laughed light-heartedly, his eyes twinkling brightly under the fairy lights. His following words were barely a whisper as he leaned in closer, “A Christmas movie marathon - of the shitty sort,” he revealed with a chuckle, snuggling into their blankets, one hand reaching over to quickly press play on the remote. “I hope that sounds great.”

As the opening credits began to roll, Y/N could only laugh along, knowing full well that this would be an evening she definitely would not forget. Even though the prospect of watching questionable quality Christmas movies wasn’t exactly appealing, she already felt the tension from her workday ebbing away, replaced by a sense of comfort and warmth. In the end, she knew it was less about the movies and more about the company and the atmosphere Hoseok had so thoughtfully created.

They nestled deeper into the blankets, Y/N’s head comfortably resting on Hoseok’s shoulder, her laugh muffled into the thick fabric as she caught a glimpse of the cheesy holiday films they were about to endure.

They began the marathon with a film whose plot revolved around a reindeer getting lost in New York City. Not even 15 minutes into the movie, and they were both chuckling at the ridiculous storyline. In between mouthfuls of popcorn, Y/N mockingly commented on the movie characters’ unrealistic reactions, resulting in spirited debates that had them both giggling uncontrollably.

Hoseok, feeling the playful tension, cheekily threw a popcorn kernel at the screen just as an actor made a hilariously dramatic declaration of love. They laughed so hard at this that their sides hurt. This playful banter became a pattern as they cycled through a series of films that were each more ludicrous than the last.

At one point, they came across a movie featuring a Santa who forgot it was Christmas Eve. Y/N jokingly said, “Now that’s a plot twist,” Hoseok, unable to control his mirth, sent a cascade of popcorn kernels toward the screen in response. Their laughter echoed in the warm atmosphere, a beautiful symphony of joy more captivating than any movie plot.

As they made their way through the stack of movies, their laughter sounded like music against the backdrop of the softly playing TV. Amidst the flickering fairy lights, this was their perfect sanctuary under the warm blankets as they let the cheesy films wash over them in a tide of shared amusement and pure contentment. And so, the evening wore on, with no sign of the cozy movie marathon ending anytime soon.

As they spent more time, they noticed how each movie seemed to have its own unique brand of cheesy charm. The plotlines were predictable, the dialogues hilariously cliché, and the characters uniformly over the top, but in their own way, these elements made the experience all the more fun. Because with every exaggerated plot twist and over-acted line, it was another opportunity for Y/N and Hoseok to jest, their banter flowing easily as they picked apart

The quirky universe of each film. As another implausible plot twist unfolded on the giant screen, Hoseok leaned over, whispering, “My theory is all these characters are secretly alien spies.” Y/N stifled a laugh, replying with a raised eyebrow, “And their mission is spreading the worst fashion trends in the universe?”

They found joy in the harmless ridicule, every shared laugh bringing warmth into the room. Their playful exchanges initially stemmed from a need to lighten the mood, but with every comment and shared smile came a sense that they were becoming something beyond friends. It was a silent evolution, subtle yet profound.

The last end credits began to roll. Hoseok turned to Y/N, his eyes seeking out hers in the dim light. He asked, uncertainty coloring his voice, “Did it make your day any better?”

Y/N glanced at him, a small, still somewhat sad, yet noticeably happier smile gracing her lips. “Yes,” she replied, her voice steady. “It did.”

Hoseok paid close attention to her smile, a smile soon flicking on his face once he realized hers was genuine. He nodded, pulling her into a soft and loving kiss.

“One more movie?”

“Yes, one more movie!”

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pattysplaceofplaces · 1 year

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April Foolery

Mime Bomb & Paper Star x Gn Reader

Most people didn’t consider April 1st to be anything special. You pull a small prank and you move on with your life.

If you’re on VILE island though…it’s best to watch your back. Mime Bomb and Paper Star celebrated this holiday more than they would Christmas or anything of that sort. From recruits, to friends, to enemies, to faculty, no one was spared.

Well except for you.

“Y/n!” That screech caused you to look away from the tv in VILE island’s lounge room. “Put your dogs on a leash!” Sheena stomped in, hands in shaky fists out of anger and fear. You tried to not laugh at the rubber spiders and worms in her hair and shoulders. “Chill out.” You let a giggle slip through. “It’s just a prank, they would never do anything dangerous.” She took one synthetic worm out of her hair and threw it at you. “That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one who has to deal with this every year!”

Instead of countering you went quiet. “Uh…” How do you go about this without making her freak out? “One of the spiders is moving.” The blonde scoffed, crossing her arms. “Yeah right, like I’m going to fall for that.”

A snicked caused you to look behind you to see your contrasting lovers, one in color and the other monotone. “They’re right kitty cat.” Paper Star smiled as she pointed to the top of her head. “It’s payback.” Sheena went pale and a shaky hand came up to the top of her head. She felt it crawl on her hand and a screech was let out as she ran down the hall. “GetitoffGetitoff!” You and Paper Star burst into laughter, if you strained your ears you could hear an amused chuckle from Mime Bomb.

One of your arms rested on the back of the couch as your upper body turned to face them both. “Looks like you guys decided to be merciless this time.” Both of them smiled proudly at what they knew was your praise. “Oh we didn’t stop there.” Paper Star sat on the couch beside you while Mime Bomb was on your other side nodding.

He had your attention when he placed three fingers up, then two, then one.

The scream you heard was Coach Brunt’s, then the sound of what was probably walls or objects being crushed under her. The Coach never seemed to be a big fan of you and when you got together with your lovers her subtle torment got worse. It was nice to know she was suffering. You wondered what prank your super thieves could have caused.

You didn’t have to wait any longer as thumping footsteps became closer. “When I get my hand on you little creeps you’re going to be sorry!” On her arrival you burst out in laughter, clutching your stomach. You already knew your cheeks were going to hurt from smiling from your lover’s shenanigans. There was the Coach in all her “glory.” With piss yellow hair and a matching tracksuit. Judging by the water droplets on her hair they must have put it in her towel, you wonder how they found the time to replace all her tracksuits though.

It did make you realize just how skilled your lovers were, breaking into faculty private rooms which had very heavy security. If they truly wanted to do something destructive they could.

Kisses were planted on both of your cheeks as they stood up and ran to escape Coach Brunt’s wrath. Before he exited the room Mime Bomb tossed something to you. Some fancy little chocolates! How cute! You opened them up only to find the package had lied to you as it was a vanilla instead.

You weren’t spared this time.

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narrators-journal · 4 months

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Part 9

Ngl, I procrastinated on this part bc we’re getting into the chapters I’m not suppppper confident in. Like, I like them, but I feel like the characterizations aren’t the strongest, or the plot was too boring or confusing. Then, I ended up hitting a sort of slump in my interest in this fic. I had a lot of fresh ideas, this one felt kinda weak, then life has been rough, so I ended up putting it off MORE as a result.

But! I am determined to post this bitch! Even if it’s not my strongest work! So if you’ve stuck around this long, you are so fuckin’ great dudes and dudettes! I hope you can forgive any wonky writing or missed stuff going forward, I just wanted to get this part done since I’d left it so close to done, but left it hanging lol. Admittedly, no garuntee on when part 10 will be done, but there’s only 3 more chapters! So hopefully I can knock them out soon! Soon-ish! Before the next god damned Christmas!

Thank you for hanging on for this beast. I really do appreciate it. I’m gonna try my best going forward, and I hope you continue to enjoy!

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The morning after Yukari's questions was a bit tense. At least, tense enough for Ryoji to ask if they'd fought again when he noticed Yukari's vicious glaring.

Yet, with a limited time of her stay remaining, Minato ignored the dirty looks and kept his mouth shut. If she didn't learn her lesson with her first attempt, that's her issue. He told himself on his way to the kitchen on her final day. Only to freeze before grabbing the handle of the cracked-open kitchen doors when he heard the conversation. "Why are you so close to Minato?" Yukari was questioning. Which, while annoying, did pique the man's interest as much as it made him bristle. Stop that. Ryoji liking us does nothing to hurt us. Quit it. He scolded himself, shoving those anxious feelings back down. Him having feelings for me, good or bad, doesn't affect our relationship, it's fine.

That point didn't stop Minato from listening against the kitchen doors for Ryoji's answer, though. "I'm not that attached to Mina, am I?" He asked, a pause his only response before he hummed, "Well, if I must try to explain myself. He's not the first sacrifice to not fear Thanatos, but he's probably the most interesting in how he goes about it. Usually, even the most resigned offering snaps at least once, but...I think his only escape attempt was moreso because of what I did, not the threat of dying." he began, adding in a brighter tone "Oh! I also like his sense of humor, or, at least the way he's not as judge-y about mine. He's also got a nice laugh, and he's smart! Granted, he showed that by trying to escape. But, he was smart enough to try and cover his tracks, and use the snow to his advantage! Most sacrifices go for the doors, so, y'know, refreshing at the least. I get tired of the corpses only digging straight up to get out of the graves."

Naturally, the morbid attempt at a joke only got another unamused silence from the girl. "Okay, then why does he get special treatment?" "Huh? Whoever said he got special treatment?" Minato heard the brunette squawk. Sounding almost offended at her words before she continued with a light, but pointed tone, "I mean, you two seem close, you trust him enough to not be up his ass 24/7 around here," Ryoji cut her off, "Jokes on you! I simply haven't gotten around to asking him if I can be up his ass yet." Which, got an annoyed half-scream that time instead of a silent look. "Wait, where are you going?! Breakfast isn't done!" Ryoji called. Minato left to scramble away from the doors before Yukari threw them open as she snapped back, "Ugh, no! fuck your breakfast, I'm not going to sit down here when you're being gross!" "I was only joking! It was a joke, I didn't think it was that gross!- Oh, good morning Minato."

The pair stopped when they spotted the blue-haired man in his pale dress in the entryway of the fancy, gothic home. Yukari eyed him as Ryoji smiled at him. "I only came down for some breakfast, I didn't mean to interrupt anything." Minato offered, but Ryoji waved it off, "Don't worry, this works out great for me! I need to talk to the both of you, anyways." Which, got a suspicious look from Yukari as she squawked, but he added, "But it's okay! Nothing bad's going to happen." Not that it helped soothe her. "Why did you need to talk to us both?" She asked, "Why are you so hostile about it?" Minato asked her in return, getting his own glare from her.

He simply returned the evil look, his deadpan expression not shifting an inch, even as she asked, "Oh what, I just trust the immortal helper of the god who's keeping me trapped here?" and while her reasoning was sound, her sharp tone dug at Minato yet again. So he once again turned to his usual sass with her. "I mean, what's your other option? Try to bolt out of the door again? Because that worked so well the first time."

Thankfully, before she could smack the midnight-haired sacrifice, Ryoi caught her hand. His laugh a bit tense while he tugged Yukari further from Minato, "Chill out you two, I promise there's no need to fight over this. I'm not throwing anyone to the wolves, or implementing some form of torture." He assured, "I only wanted to tell you both at the same time that I've gotten permission to take some of my leave. So, you two will be here alone for the most part, but I'll come back to feed and water you." "Oh great, so we're like gerbils-" Yukari paused. Minato able to see the ideas in her brown eyes as she looked back at Ryoji, "Wait, you're leaving us alone? What about you being, like, a guard though?" she asked, the taller brunette giving a bit of a nervous laugh at her surprise. "Well, I mean...you won't just be here unsupervised with the doors open, y'know? That's asking for creeps to get in, or for you two to get out and freeze to death, or get kidnapped, or attacked by animals. In short, yeah no, Thanatos obviously isn't letting me leave you guys unprotected." And like a house of cards, Yukari's expression fell.

And, Minato couldn't deny that he felt bad for the girl. He may not have wanted to go back to the village that threw him to the wolves, but he recognized the pain that replaced the hope in her eyes. He'd felt a similar way when he'd woken up in the hospital after the crash.

However, the sacrifice mentally shoved that sympathy back down. No! No no, Ryoji is probably fucking Thanatos, getting attached to him is acceptable. Yukari is a bitch. She'll bolt at the first opportunity, she doesn't fucking like me. Quit feeling bad for her. He scolded. Taking a deep breath before zoning back into Yukari and Ryoji's conversation. Only to finally register that the taller of the brunette duo was looking at him. "Huh?" "You didn't catch a word of that, did you?" Ryoji laughed, making the sacrifice scowl a bit before he continued. "I was saying that before I go, I'll need to lock you in your rooms and leash you to the bed. Do you understand, Funeral lily?" "Oh, yeah, whatever." He hummed, shrugging it off. Which seemed to throw Yukari for a second, but instead of nagging him for it, she shook her head with an annoyed huff.

Ryoji, though, smiled brightly at his compliance. Giving the grumpy man a quick hug before he continued, "But! Until I leave, you two can roam around freely, I promise! So, how about we take advantage of that freedom and have some breakfast, hm?" before herding Minato and Yukari back to the kitchen and the breakfast he prepared.

Yet, regardless of the food's flavor, Minato ate it. For no real reason but to watch each of Yukari's plans flick in her warm brown eyes like movie screens. As well as talk to Ryoji for the morning. Though, once his food was gone and the conversation had dwindled, he returned to his room once more. Content to melt into the mattress and watch whatever tv shows or Christmas specials came on. Even if some part of him found it a bit repetitive.

However, the curse of a woman out in the hall interrupted that plan. God damn it, is Yukari gonna try to bolt out the door again? He thought with a sigh. Rolling his grey eyes before he pulled himself out of bed to trudge over to the door and look out.

Sure enough, the brown-haired girl was creeping down the gothic hallway. Past the pale vases of colorful, plastic flowers and gorgeous paintings. Gotta hand it to her, she’s got nuts at least. “Yukari, what are you up to?” He asked. Watching the girl jump a bit and whip around to look at him like a deer in headlights for a brief second before she relaxed. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m not going to sit here like a trained bitch.” She hissed back. Spitting the last word out like a poisonous barb at him, but he swallowed down the urge to return that poison and only blinked at her. “You’re being stupid, is what I think.” He stated blandly, “Do you even know where Ryoji is?” “He’s in the shower, I checked.” alright, fair I suppose. “And what’s your plan? Run out the door a second time? Go out the back and try to climb the brick wall? Try to dig your way out?” “I’m gonna try something, I don’t want to be tied to a damned bed!” She argued, throwing it into his face as if she expected him to react to her words. And, when reiterating Ryoji’s plan back to him didn’t get more of a reaction than his usual look, she barred her teeth at him. But, she let the conversation die there in favor of continuing her way down the stairs

Minato ended up trailing after the woman without another word between them. Playing as her shadow while she circled the cold brick wall that enclosed the snow-layered garden. “Is there a fucking reason you’re following me around? Are you looking for evidence to report to Ryoji?” She asked, spinning on her heel to fix the shaggy-haired sacrifice with yet another one of her dirty looks. “No.” he hummed, his casual tone offering little to soothe the melancholy anger in her face. “There’s not much else to do but follow you around, or sit and watch tv.” “Then go watch tv!” “Nothing good’s on.”

Yukari screamed through her teeth at that. Spinning on her heel without a further word to return to scouring the yard for some crack in the bricks, or tunnel hidden in the long dead fauna. Minato, meanwhile, hung back to watch her go for a moment longer before he finally decided to finally go defrost from the cold.

And, not too long after he’d left the girl, Ryoji poked his head into the living room, where the sacrifice had settled with a grilled cheese and a cup of hot cocoa. “Hey there, funeral lily, where’s Yukari?” he asked. His hair damp and hanging in his face, and somehow, his soft face and vibrant eyes were even prettier than before. “Oh, uh, she might still be outside.” Minato hummed, blinking a bit to bring his focus back to the conversation. Not the mental image of the man naked in the shower, rubbing soap over his soft body beneath the warm water- “Minato? You still with us, space cadet?” Ryoji hummed, suddenly leaning on the back of the velvety couch instead of the doorway. Bringing with him a cloud of sweet florals and honey from his soaps, and a casual smile. As if his suspenders weren't hanging from his pants, his button-up wasn’t open, and the shaggy-haired man wasn’t replaying their time together in his head. I need to jump this bastard again.

But, for now, he shoved those thoughts away. “Why wouldn’t I be?” the sacrifice asked instead. Doing his best to be as casual as he could be while an alluring mix of honey and flowers seemed to aim to seduce all the conflicted emotions it could out of him. His companion, meanwhile, only shrugged, “You looked a little spaced out is all, anyways! Did you bury Yukari alive?” He asked, only for his smile to drop when Minato shook his head, “Wait. So, she’s outside alone?! Fuck!”

And, before the midnight-haired man could explain any further, or suggest a second bath, with him included this time, the brunette was out of the room. Leaving him in a rolling boil of lewd thoughts and those usual barbed questions that always came up. Which, Minato took as his sign to move his grilled cheese and hot chocolate up to his room. Where, for the rest of the day, he stayed. A choice he soon thanked himself for when he heard Yukari and Ryoji fight from the top of the gothic home’s stairs. So, instead of getting tangled up in that, Minato made a beeline for his room and just sat in bed and watched TV once more.

Not that there’s much else to do around here. He mused when the daylight shifted from the sunny glow of afternoon to the warmer gold hues of later hours. A fitting transition. As, like the darkening sunbeams, his thoughts began to drift into darker hues. Maybe Yukari’s got a point...can I live like this? Spending my days watching TV and sitting inside all the time? Ryoji’s fun to sleep with, but the best-case scenario for me is that he is just a god’s assistant. Should I be okay with living on a leash until the day I die?

It wasn’t a fun train of thought to chew on. It was bitter and dug into the roof of the sacrifice’s mouth like a goathead. Not helped by the mixture of guilt and disgust it dredged up from the depths of his ignored feelings. Is this all it takes for me to submit to living in a dress? Captive for a stranger god? A nice house and a pretty captor? What the hell am I? The dumb protagonist of a paranormal romance story? Yet, at the same time that those thoughts had been dug up, other sour thoughts leaked out of their jars. Images of what memories he had of his parents, the crash, the family, and the institutes he bounced between. The dirty looks of others in town, the whispers, the avoidance. They joined in on the skeleton dance in his head.

With a firm shake of his head, Minato tried to disperse the horrible memories and the slurry of emotions they brought with them. Only for them to creep back in like the tide over the sand. Shit. Arisato, stop it. Think of something else. Think of fucking Ryoji again! He ordered in an attempt to distract himself as his fingers tangled in his shaggy hair and he pressed his palms into his eyes to try to force the tears that welled up in his eyes away.

But, a knock at his door interrupted his impending breakdown, soon followed by Ryoji’s voice. “Mina? You decent?” “Uh, give me a moment.” He called back, quick to try and wipe away any sign of emotions before he got up to let his companion into the room. “Hello again,” He chirped as he came in. The smile on his face that of a dog excited for a walk, which, almost awoke a pang of bitter jealousy in the male sacrifice. After all, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt more than a blip of joy. Yet, even then, it was never as strong as the excitement that glowed in Ryoji’s eyes.

Yet, Minato stomped that feeling down with the rest. “Sorry if I’m interrupting, but the sun’s going down, so I wanted to pop in and make sure you’ve eaten, taken your medicine, y'know. All that. Also! Explain that, because you’ve been here so long, I got permission from Thanatos to leave you untied in here! Of course, your room will still be locked, just to be sure, but you’ll have free reign of the room!” The brunette hummed, a sunny smile on his face as he hopped back to his feet. “Of course, if you try to take advantage of this, I will find out, and I will come back to catch you and tie you to the bed.” “You don’t have to threaten me to tie me up, Ryoji.” Minato snorted. The bark of laughter he got for his blunt flirtation a lovely sound after his earlier thoughts. “Behave yourself, Funeral lily. I’m too busy tonight to play.” The brunette scolded with a laugh as he headed for the door. And, while the midnight-haired sacrifice gave a light-hearted boo, he let the man shut and locked the door for the night.

With the door locked, and no plans to go a second round with Jack Frost, Minato kept to his word. He crawled into bed as the evening darkened outside to try and sleep the encroaching night away. Which, wasn’t a hard task under his plush, crimson comforter in such a comfortable bed.

So, before he knew it, he was jolting awake to the sound of a distant crash. Either downstairs, or in Ryoji’s bedroom. I guess Ryoji’s back. He thought as he buried his face in his pillow, That, or Yukari’s throwing a fit. Either way, the man curled up under his comforter and tried to let the infomercials lull him back to sleep.

But, when he heard his doorknob start to shake, he shot straight up in bed. His senses were immediately on high alert as he sat up in bed and scanned the dark room for an explanation. His heart thundering in his ears and time felt sluggish and thick. Yet, at the same time, those attempts to open his door continued.

Upon that second rattle of the nob, Minato’s body finally kicked into gear. Throwing his blanket off of himself to get to his feet. His storm-grey eyes widening at the light clicks of his door’s lock undoing. Whatever time Minato had to hide, was dwindling.

So, thinking quickly, the sacrifice squirmed beneath his bed. Oh god, this is so stupid. This is such a cliché hiding spot! He chided himself, yet, before he had any chance to bolt for the balcony doors, his bedroom door unlocked. And, from beneath the bed, Minato could do little else but try to keep his breathing quiet and watch as not only Yukari’s shoes, but those of strangers came into his room. Four pairs in total, plus Yukari. “Are you sure there’s another sacrifice here?” A man asked, only to get a hiss as one of his companions likely spotted the disheveled bed. “Oh, shit.” he breathed, before he spoke in a louder voice, “Hey, miss! Don’t hide, it’s okay.” “Minato’s a guy,” Yukari provided as she opened the balcony doors to look down to the distant trees and brush. “A guy? I thought women were the only ones sacrificed from your town.” He said back, and, some dark part of Minato wanted to snort at that assumption. But, he didn’t. He kept his mouth shut and only watched the feet shuffle around his room. One of the people checking in his bathroom, someone heading out to check other rooms. As well as another checking within his dresser, as if Minato could squish into the drawers.

Maybe checking under the bed is so cliché this’ll work? The hopeful part of the male sacrifice suggested in the back of his mind. Yet, as if that thought had given him away, a pair of shoes came over to the side of his bed to pat the bundled-up blankets before a face appeared to the side of Minato to look under the bed. “Oh! I found him!” He called, while the midnight-haired sacrifice wiggled away from him. “Hey, wait! We’re here to help you! You don’t need to be afraid!” The hat-wearing man said, grabbing his ankle to tug him back before the sacrifice swat at him. “No! Fuck off!” Minato snarled while Yukari huffed, “Look, he likes it here, can we leave him? Before the keeper comes back?” scolded by a gruffer man, “Of course not. If he’s got Stockholm syndrome, then he especially needs our help.” which, got another huff.

While they discussed what to do, though, Minato took stock of his new situation. Under his bed, surrounded by Yukari at the foot, a wall behind him, and two strangers on either side of it. God I should’ve jumped off of the balcony. A broken ankle would be better than this. Should I try to bolt for the balcony while they’re talking?

Yet, before he could decide, the man who’d grabbed his foot and injected something into him. “The hell was that?! What did you do?!” Minato snapped, but the tall man only sat by the side of the bed with the others. They had cornered Minato under the bed. Likely drugged. “Ryoi?! Ryoji!” Minato called, squishing himself to the wall, “Who’s Ryoji?” the first voice asked, and while Yukari explained, Minato’s mind scrambled for a way out. Only for the drugs to eat his thoughts and energy. Shit...Wait, no...don’t… Before he could even finish the thought, his vision dimmed to black.

#Persona 3 au #Winter is a lovely season for romance and funerals #Persona 3 #Persona #Ryoji Mochizuki x male!Persona 3 protagonist #Minato Arisato #Makoto Yuuki #Ryomina #MinaRyo #Ryoji Mochizuki x Makoto Yuuki #dark #fanfic #Ryoji Mochizuki x Minato Arisato #Ryoji Mochizuki #Fanfiction #passion project #part 9 #alternate universe #au

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kehwie · 1 year

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A day late, but here’s some Romione Christmas fluff. I used one of the Flufftober prompts. Hope someone enjoys.

6. Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights

Hermione loved Christmas. She always had.

As a little girl, it had seemed as close to real magic as one could possibly get.

Now, even though she was an adult and a fully trained witch working for the Ministry of Magic, there was still some part of her that felt childlike wonder when it came to Christmas. She loved it all--the decorations, the food, the presents, the spirit of joy and goodwill that seemed to permeate everything.

But she was working a lot of extra hours this year. She hadn’t had time to decorate the house properly. Rose was at Hogwarts and wouldn’t be home for Christmas holiday just yet, but she’d apologized to Hugo.

He’d stared at her somewhat blankly then just shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter, Mum. Christmas is ages away, and we always go to the grandparents’ for Christmas dinner.”

There was something a bit disappointing about her son not sharing her love of Christmas magic.

But maybe she was too grown-up for such nonsense now. Maybe candles and fairy lights and silver baubles were all just silly and unnecessary.

Maybe it really didn’t matter at all.

So Hermione threw herself back into work. Rose came home and didn’t say a word about the lack of holiday cheer at home. That settled it; no one cared, so Hermione shouldn’t either.

She supposed it was one less thing to worry about. The holidays were busy enough as it was.

She and Ron attended Ministry functions and charity balls. Hermione procured presents for various family members and arranged special dinners with both her parents and Ron’s.

But leaving work on the day before Christmas Eve, Hermione felt glum. Maybe it was silly. Maybe she should be all grown up now. But darn it all, she missed all the glitz and glitter and sparkle. She wanted Christmas!

She was exhausted, but Hermione vowed that she’d stay up late to make it happen. All these years, she’d done the decorating for her family. Apparently it didn’t mean much to them. But it meant something to her, so this year she would decorate for herself. No matter that Christmas was only two days away.

As she opened her front door, Hermione was mentally creating checklists. First tea. She needed a pick-me-up. Then…

Then…nothing. She stopped dead in her tracks.

In her sitting room stood a Christmas tree, one almost too large for the space. It sparkled with fairy lights and silver baubles and ornaments from years gone by. Around the room were candles and holly, and a crèche was displayed on the mantle. The aroma of citrus and cinnamon wafted from the kitchen.

“What on earth?” Hermione exclaimed.

“Sorry you got home before we finished the outside,” Ron said. “We have some twinkle lights for the garden. But happy Christmas anyway. D’you like it?”

Hermione didn’t consider herself a weepy sort, but she could feel the tears stinging. “You all did this…for me?”

“Well, for who else? I know you’ve been busy this year. Hell, I have too, or I’d have done this ages ago. Today was the first chance I got.”

“And I’m sorry we didn’t do it sooner,” Hugo said. “Until Dad conscripted us today, I didn’t realize how much it meant to you. I could’ve done it before now. I just didn’t.”

“I don’t even have that excuse—I knew you loved it,” Rose said. “I’m sorry, Mum. Hugo and I definitely should’ve done this without Dad making us.”

“It’s done now.” Hermione was proud that her voice didn’t crack. “And it’s beautiful. Thank you all.”

Christmas morning brought other gifts under the tree, but Hermione’s favorite gift had already come two days early.

#fanfic #ron weasley #fan fiction #harry potter fanfiction #doctor x river #flufftober 2022 #flufftober #christmas #romione #fluffy

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bloodymary83 · 5 months

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The Cursed Licca-Chan Doll

In Asia not many little girls play with Barbie’s because, they are actually very hard to find. Instead of Barbie we have Licca-Chan. Licca-Chan has many accessories and fashions just like Barbie but, unlike Barbie there is a very dark story that goes along with Licca-Chan. Pictured above is my Licca-Chan doll my Grandfather gave me for a Christmas present in 1991. This Licca-Chan is very special because, even though she is not a defective doll she was part of the defective doll batch that was made in 1991. Something happened to the doll molds that caused some of the dolls to have 3 legs. People say it was a disgruntled employee who had been fired that made the three legged Licca-Chan dolls and, mixed them in with the lot of non-defective dolls. Three is a cursed number and the employee wanted to ruin the toy line by putting cursed dolls into some of the boxes to give the company a bad reputation. The middle leg of the doll was purple and, made to look hyperrealistic. Once the company started getting complaints of the dolls they recalled them and sent out replacements. However some dolls slipped through the cracks and ended up in thrift stores. A young girl found one such doll at a thrift store. She had always wanted a Licca-Chan doll but, her Mother could not afford to buy one for her. Seeing the Licca-Chan at a thrift store the girl begged her Mother for the doll. Her Mother was hesitant because, of the dolls third leg but, ended up getting the doll for her daughter anyway. The young girl loved her Licca-Chan doll very much. Constantly playing with her and, taking the doll everywhere. However as the young girl grew into a young woman she lost interest in her toys. Her Mother eventually threw the doll out with her daughter’s other old discarded toys. Years later the young woman was home alone one night watching TV, when a commercial for a new Licca-Chan doll came on, at the end of the commercial a hotline number was shown that children could call to talk to Licca-Chan. The young woman felt nostalgic thinking about her childhood Licca-Chan doll, so she decided to call the hotline. The bright happy voice of a girl could be heard on the phone. “Hi!! It’s Licca-Chan. I am so happy you called, I’ve been waiting to hear from you. If you are happy to be talking to me press 1. The young woman smiled to herself and pressed one to hear the next message, only this is where the story took a dark turn, after pressing 1 the voice was no longer happy but, cold and calculated. “If you are happy to be hearing from me then why did you throw me away?!”. The young woman’s smile dropped from her face. This must be some sort of glitch she thought to herself and tried pressing 1 again. The cold voice responded with, “It’s cold and dark here at the dump. I want to come home.” The young woman feeling frightened hung up the phone. Only once she had hung up the phone started ringing. The young woman picked up the phone, “Hello” she said, only to hear that cold voice once again. “Now that you want to hear from me I am coming home. I’m leaving the dump now.” The young woman slammed the phone down. This was someone’s idea of a sick joke and she wasn’t going to play along. The young woman dialed the hotline to speak with a representative. Only it wasn’t the representative that answered, “Hi this is Licca-Chan. I’m on the bus now coming home. I’ll be there soon.” The young woman hung up. This was ridiculous did this person really have nothing better to do than try and scare people? The phone started to ring again. The young woman picked up the phone, “Hello” she said. “Hi it’s Licca-Chan I’m at your building”. The young woman started to shake,” this is all a joke, just a joke..” Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The woman looked at the door wide eyed, “This is just a coincidence, it’s probably just a neighbor” Gathering all her strength the young woman quickly flung the door open and saw… nothing. The woman sighed with relief but, then heard a voice directly behind her say, “Thanks for letting me in.”

#licca doll #licca chan #cursed Licca Chan doll #3 legs Licca chan #myths #urban legends #chinese urban legends #my grandfather actually told me this story before giving 8 year old me this doll

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gothicknightz · 1 year

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us against the world — xavier thorpe

summary: xavier has some arguments with his dad, leading him to lash out, and meet a girl on the way.

warnings: xavier’s dad is not the greatest, familial problems, slow burn romance.

He was furious with his dad, Nevermore didn’t do him any good his first year, and he at least expected his summer to potentially be better. But when he met her, there was no going back. At least until school started again.

But there was no point in arguing with his dad, as he was already leaving for yet another tour; being the son of a well-known psychic wasn’t the best thing to have under a belt, let alone in a city so big.

That’s why his dad told him that he was housebound this summer; he’d have plenty of things to do while at home, and he essentially had it all.

As a kid, it would be fun; to have a home-alone Christmas while he played with every toy in existence while having been told that his father was too busy this year.

And that’s how it continued from age five to sixteen. For every holiday, he was practically raised by the city instead of his father, having a few friends, often exchanging solitude for the comfort of strangers.

And for the first in a while, Xavier threw on a zip-up hoodie and walked right out of the house he could loosely call a ‘home.’

She was the highlight of his summer, whether she’d send him a text, or make her way over to his house through the back entrance, his days were instantly made better.

She was reading a book when she heard a knock on the window, ignoring it at first, but, when she heard it again, she went over to her window.

“Have room for one more?” Xavier asked with a smile on his face.

“Xavier?” She moved to the side as she let him in, “What are you doing here?”

He crossed his arms, “My dad pissed me off again. Said I couldn’t go anywhere because of his stupid tour.”

“You know, Xavier, you could just stay here until school starts again. I could try to keep my mom quiet about the whole ‘my daughter’s best friend is the son of a celebrity’ thing.”

“It doesn’t phase me anymore.” He scoffed, sitting down on her bed, “I’m so used to it, and it’s not like I’m invited to that world anytime soon. I get therapy sessions at Nevermore because my dad thinks my ‘issues’ are some sort of PR problem he can fix.”

“Another one of the many reasons why I hate your dad.”

A lopsided smile appeared on Xavier’s face, “You don’t have to hate him for me. I already do that.” He sighed, glancing at the book on her nightstand, “But, what you should do, is describe another scene from one of your books for me to draw again.”

She and Xavier had this thing; she would read out aloud a scene from her book, and Xavier would draw it, and bring it to life.

“This book is too dark for that, Xavier.”

“C’mon, maybe just a sentence?”

“Oh, alright.” She gave in and picked up the book, removing the bookmark before starting to read aloud.

“And that was the end of act three, it was us against the world, and whatever hell we had planned, our enemies had to watch out.”

At the end of the sketch, it would be that of the girl and Xavier, running away from their teen-aged boxes of desperation and hormones.

She smiled as it came to life, “I wish I had psychic powers like you, Xavier.”

He chuckled, “I think of them more as a curse than a gift. The least I could be is a psychic just like my dad, and I want nothing to do with that life.”

“Okay,” She paused, “Let me rephrase that. I wish I was gifted like the kids at your school. They all seem so cool, and your school sounds so pretentious but in a good way. I’ve never heard of a special school exclusive to ‘outcasts.’“

“Maybe I could sneak you in for a semester,” Xavier smirked, an idea forming in his head.

“Oh really?”

“Yep. It’s a lot easier than you think.”

#xavier thorpe #xavier x reader #xavier thrope imagine #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe x you #wednesday #wednesday 2022 #wednesday show #wednesday netflix #percy hynes white

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kerrysdreamcorner · 5 months

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𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰

A Jujutsu Kaisen Christmas Special Fan-Fiction

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Millie has been trying for a decade to best her husband’s infinity. This year, she finally succeeds.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Adult jokes, gets a little spicy towards the end

Millie fought against the cold to keep her breath from becoming visible, cursed the snow for crunching with every shift of her body weight. Her back was against a wall of the house, the front door just around the corner. It wasn’t the best cover - anyone approaching would be able to see her, but anyone coming out wouldn’t. Though, it was already confirmed her target was inside, and anyone who may have caught sight of her knew better than to interfere.

And if they didn’t, well, she’d add them to the revenge list.

Taking in a quiet breath, she pushed down harder on the mental cap that kept her cursed energy contained. Normally she’d allow a little energy to flow freely, but this situation was different. Her target was too aware, and the smallest output of energy would give her away. She had to become invisible to his senses, or else she’d fail. Again.

The door squeaked open and footsteps made the snow crunch. Millie held her breath, and when she confirmed the figure walking away was her target, she threw her arm. The snowball hurled through the air…

…only to stop midair, mere inches from connecting with her husband’s back.

The man turned his head, lips pulled into a cocky smirk. “Oh, so close! You almost got me that time, baby.”

Mille groaned, shoulders dropping as she stepped out of hiding. “Screw you and your damn infinity.”

“I’d love to screw you for infinity.”

She chucked another snowball at him, but it stopped just as the first one had.

Satoru chuckled and approached her with long strides, smirk growing at the way her eyes narrowed in annoyance. She looked like a teenager all over again. “You cryin’?”

“Does it look like I’m crying to you?!”

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “The season just started, baby. You have plenty of time to try again. This has been going on for, what, ten years now?”

“And counting.” Millie mumbled, crossing her arms. “One of these days, I will get you, Satoru Gojo.”

She hoped that day could come sooner than later.

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Unfortunately, not all her time could be spent crafting maniacal plans to enact her decade-long revenge.

Millie huffed in annoyance, the string of red and green lights hanging from her hands not cooperating. Not only did they keep slipping through the material of her gloves -it was far too cold to take them off- but they somehow managed to keep getting tangled. She’d undo one knot only to come across another not even a minute later.

If there were two sets of hands, hanging the lights from the edge of the roof would go a lot smoother.

Taking a deep breath, Millie gathered the troublesome lights into one hand and used the other to grip the side of the ladder for extra support. Being mindful of her weight, she looked back over her shoulder and put on a smile. “Dear, are you going to help me with this? Or are you just going to stand there and stare at my ass all day?”

Though his eyes were covered, Millie could feel his gaze burning her backside through his blindfold. The stupid grin on his face did nothing to hide his shameless behaviour. “It’s a nice view.”

“Tying you up in these lights and leaving you out here to freeze seems like it would be a nice view.”

“Ouch. You get feisty in the winter, you know that?”

He was next to her soon enough, sorting out the mess and feeding the cord through his hands as she strung the lights. Within twenty minutes, the entire first side of the roof was done.

“Looks good, baby.” Satoru said, a playful edge to his voice that meant trouble. “Time for a break.”

Millie yelped as she was suddenly lifted off the ladder. She twisted in her husband’s hold, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and locking her legs around his waist as he pressed her back against the side of the house.

“What are you doing?” She asked, heart beating frantically against her ribcage. She could feel it hammering against the walls of her chest, thighs squeezing his sides in anticipation.

“A reward for your hard work.” He said, closing the distance until his lips warmed hers.

Millie sighed and plunged her hands into his hair, gently scratching his undercut with the tips of her nails. Satoru groaned and pushed his weight into her. Having been together so long, Millie knew the cue and relaxed her jaw so he could kiss her deeper.

She broke away for air, and Satoru redirected his attention to her neck. A shiver ran down her spine at the feel of his warm breath against her chilled skin.

Her eyes were beginning to feel heavy with desire, vision starting to haze and blur her surroundings. The snowman they had constructed the other day on a whim was barely visible, though the innocent thing was bearing witness to such a less-than-innocent scene. Good thing the button eyes pushed into his snowy-

Snow. There was snow everywhere, including piled on the small ledge on the window right next to her.

And her husband’s defences were clearly down.

It took everything to keep from tensing at the realization of the opening she had. If she could bring those defences down further…

“Toru.” She whined, releasing her fingers from his hair so she could snake one arm across both his shoulders to stabilize herself. She made sure to dig her nails into the fabric of his coat at the top of his shoulder and squeezed his sides with her thighs harder. “Baby…”

“Getting needy for me, are we?” Satoru chuckled, readjusting his hold on her.

She titled her chin and crashed her lips against his in a fierce, desperate kiss, all the while reaching back as if to brace herself against the windowsill. She even whimpered and rolled her hips against him, hanging the bait directly in from of his face.

When his hands squeezed her ass, she knew he bit the hook. “Fuck, baby-”

Millie struck, scooping up a handful of snow and dumping it down the back of his jacket. She cackled as her husband jumped, wiggling around and hissing at the cold while trying not to drop her.

“I did it!” She exclaimed, maniacal laughter softening to joyous giggles. “I finally got you!”

Balancing her in one arm, Satoru lifted one side of his blindfold and pouted. “So, that’s what you were up to. I thought my wife finally craved me the same way I crave her.”

Millie rolled her eyes and pecked his pouty lips. “I married you, dummy. I crave you all the time.” She nipped his bottom lip. “Take me inside and I’ll prove it to you.”

Satoru Gojo was fast, but he set a new record at the speed in which he carried his wife inside.

Snow, when untouched, is often described as ‘pure’. Some would even say snow is pure for the innocent joy it brought others. Leave it to our insatiable married couple to engage in less-than-pure activities after playing in the snow.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #x oc

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go-askalice · 1 year

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A Very Unhappy Unbirthday || closed

in which Alice receives some news on a day that is not her birthday, but might as well be

takes place on feb. 28, but i finished early so i am posting this early

cw: parents being shitty especially in regards to finances and being emotionally manipulative

The moment Alice sees her mother in the living room reading a newspaper in the morning, she should realize something was wrong. But Alice is still in her pajamas, blinking away last night’s dream from her eyes, when she sees her mother. Her mother, who barely lifts her eyes from the newspaper when she speaks next.

“Why are you still in your pajamas?” And without waiting for an answer, “You know the house rules.”

Yes, Alice knows the house rules. The house rules say that pajamas are only for bedrooms and that coming down for breakfast means being changed. The other thing about the house rules, though, is that it is so easy to ignore them, since Alice’s mother and father are the only ones who care about those rules and they’re not even in the house enough for those rules to apply. The last time Alice saw both her parents in the morning was around Christmas time. Not that this is both her parents, though. It is just her mother, though the fact that it is morning is odd enough.

Before Alice can ask what she is doing here or even say that she will go upstairs and change, her mother stands up.

“We have reservations at Remy’s for dinner at 6:30 pm. Be ready. Elizabeth and her husband will be there as well.”

Alice nods. She ducks her head down. Her mother always has a way of making her feel very, very small, like she was a little girl in school again, getting scolded for looking out the window instead of paying attention to maths.

A bird chirps outside the window just then. Alice wants to look at it, but she folds her hands behind her back and nods for a second time.

“Go get dressed,” says her mother. “I want to have breakfast in fifteen minutes.” She walks past Alice without so much as a warm smile on her face.

It is only after Alice walks back upstairs that she remembers it is maybe sort of kind of her birthday.

—

Alice does not like telling people about her birthday. It is a weird non-day, anyway. February the 29th, a day that only happens once every four years. Alice barely thinks about it most years, though every four years she does try to do something special, something she will remember. When she turned 24, she went cliff diving in Thailand. When she turned 20, she threw a little party at Hatter’s where everyone sipped tea and painted pictures of each other. When she was 16, she and some friends went to London for the weekend. When she was 12, she went to the bowling alley in NTO.

Having a child whose birthday only came around every four years must’ve been a relief for her parents, Alice sometimes thinks to herself. Not that they ever do much. They give her a card every year and some pocket money, which is fine by Alice. Two times in the past, when she turned 8 and when she turned 12, they had dinner on the day of. When she turned 16 and 20, they had it a few days after — more convenient for their schedules.

Alice wasn’t in the country when she turned 24.

It is strange, then, that they’d have dinner today, which is not Alice’s birthday.

—

Throughout the day, Alice thinks various different things about this upcoming birthday dinner which might not be a birthday dinner

At first she is doubtful — surely this cannot be for her birthday. It’s not her birthday, not really. And they’ve never cared before.

In the afternoon her father comes home. He greets her with a smile, and then Alice begins to wonder if maybe, just maybe, they do actually care this year. Her father smiles more than her mother. Well, he smiles at her more. Alice theorizes that her mother smiled too much when she was a model and that zapped all the smiles out of her. She told her mother this theory once, when she was little, and her mother snapped at her and told her to stop making up stories.

Later on, when she dabs yellow paint on a canvas, Alice thinks she’s being silly. Silly, silly, silly Alice. This is just a coincidence. Maybe it’s an important holiday she forgot about. Maybe Elizabeth is telling them all that she is having another child. SIlly, silly, silly Alice for thinking that this is about her.

And then, Alice is getting ready, and she looks in her closet, and picks a dress she thinks her mum will like the best.

—

Maybe there is something pathetic in how excited she feels.

But this is the first time in years that the whole family is having a nice meal together outside of a holiday. Or a birthday. Not Alice’s birthday. They meet for the other birthdays, the normal ones, the ones that fall on the same day every year. Not Alice’s various unbirthdays.

Maybe it is her birthday dinner. Maybe it isn’t.

Whatever it is, Alice sits at the table in Remy’s. She sits up very straight and keeps her elbows off the table, just like her mother would want. She lets her father order appetizers and wine, and she thinks about getting the butternut squash ravioli when the waiter comes back.

There is idle chatter and Alice says what she is supposed to, because she’s learned after years and years how to play the part that she needs to perfectly. This earns her some approving nods and smiles. Alice places her order and her mother makes a comment about watching out for carbs, and then Alice changes her order to a salad.

“Well, now that we’ve taken care of that,” says her mother, once the waiter heads off. “It’s time we talk about what why we’ve come here tonight.”

Alice glances up. Could it be? Are they actually going to make this a birthday dinner? She sucks in a breath, lifting her gaze to her parents. Everyone is looking at her. Her mother, her father, Elizabeth, Elizabeth’s boring husband. Are they going to bring out a cake? Alice has always wanted to go to one of those restaurants on her birthday where they bring out a cake. Not that Remy’s is that type of place. Not that her family are those types of people. But —

She can hope.

She hopes and hopes and hopes so hard that she misses what her mother says next.

Alice blinks.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “What did you just say?”

Her mother shakes her head, the corner of her mouth tugging down.

“This is what I mean. Alice, dear. You can’t keep being distracted like this. That’s part of the reason we’re doing this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Alice. You need to find a job.”

“I — I have a job.” Alice feels like she’s missed a stepped on the stairs. Like she’s a magician’s wine glass and the magician has pulled the table cloth from beneath her, only the magician is an amateur who can’t quite control the glass when it goes spinning and clattering.

“A real job,” says Elizabeth. “With a salary.”

“But I like my job.”

Elizabeth looks at her husband. She sighs deeply. Alice’s mother tsks her tongue. Her father shakes his head. Alice blinks. She’s confused, unsure of why they’re doing this at Remy’s, on her birthday, of all days.

Well, not really her birthday. Close enough to her birthday. Close enough to her birthday that she really believed it could've been her birthday.

“We’re giving you the next month, Alice,” says her mother. “And by then, you will quit your little tea job and start at InterPride. I have an interview lined up for you next week in the marketing department.”

“Oh that’s perfect!” chimes Elizabeth. “That way you can still be creative.”

“They do wonderful work for charity,” says her father. He nods.

“I don’t want to work in the marketing department,” Alice says, slowly. “I want to work at Hatter’s.”

“Alice Gwendolyn Liddell-Kingsleigh.” Her mother’s voice slices through the air. “Let me make this perfectly clear to you: if you want to be part of this family, if you want all the benefits that entails — your room, for instance, and all the money you spend — then you will quite Hatter’s and take this job at InterPride. It’s literally being handed to you. Can’t you just listen for once?”

“I don’t want to work there!” Alice’s voice ticks up ever so slightly, but one glare from her mother and she folds it back. She clears her throat. “I just want to… make art. And make tea. And just be happy.”

“And what do you think that happiness costs, Alice? I know you pretend that you can live barefoot and fancy free off in Thailand or whatever, but we get your hotel bills and your airline bills and all the charges you put on the credit card in our names. It is not an insignificant amount of money. Far more than you'd earn on a barista's wages.”

Alice doesn’t have a good answer to that. She looks at the tablecloth. The very boring white tablecloth. Travel is expensive. Art supplies are expensive. Living the way Alice is used to — without worrying about what she’s spending, all in the pursuit of adventure — is expensive.

“Come on, Alice,” says Elizabeth. Her voice is warm. She reaches to pat Alice’s hand, like Alice is a little girl again. “It’ll be fun! You’ve had your time getting to be a child, but now it’s time to grow up, okay?”

“It’ll be good for you,” says her father.

“By the end of the month,” warns her mother. She’s never had time for sugar coating. Alice can feel her stare boring into the top of her head. “If you are not heading to InterPride for work on April the first, you will be out of our house instead. Do you hear me?”

Slowly, Alice nods. Her heart races. She’s trying to think of an escape plan. Stay with Hatter? Stay with Mirabel? Stay with Jessica? She has friends. She can lean on her friends. But for how long? She can’t crash on Hatter’s couch forever. She refuses to watch their kindness turn to pity, then to resentment. She won’t watch it happen.

And — and at the same time, she also wants her mother to love her.

Her mother, her father, Elizabeth. Even Elizabeth’s boring husband. She wants them to love her. She wants to be part of this family, not just for the money, but because — because they’re her family and she wants them to love her for no reason, the same way she still loves them for no reason.

She feels her throat close up. She takes a shaky breath.

“Why are you telling this to me on my birthday?” Alice won’t cry. She won’t cry. Crying about this is silly. Crying in front of her parents is sillier. She holds her head up high and does not look at any of them.

“Oh, Alice, silly girl.” Her mother laughs. “Today isn’t your birthday.”

#a very unhappy unbirthday #closed

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Present Blessings, A Drowley Advent Calendar, December 17

Masterpost

Read it on AO3

Now, Crowley was used to exploiting the weaknesses of others the second he noticed them, and he had never felt bad about it.

The question he dwelt on as he continued to follow Dean around was why he should be strangely reluctant to use his usual tactics. Was it because Dean was an angel? No, he certainly had never been religious, and he wasn’t about to start now.

Then why, though? In many ways, this should even be easier than dealing with humans – for, despite having lived for millennia, Dean was still wide-eyed and innocent in many ways (he found himself suddenly wondering whether this meant – not that it mattered) and would probably not notice if he used him.

And yet, at the same time…

“Look!”

Of course he would greatly enjoy the sight of a Christmas tree farm.

“Absolutely not.”

“Come on! Don’t you have a Christmas tree?”

“Shouldn’t you of all people know that it’s just a German custom” he told him.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Doesn’t mean this isn’t such a nice thing to have!”

He couldn’t quite agree with him there. Might have to do that he didn’t have any nice memories of Christmas as a child, unlike most other people. But his mother was a subject he would rather not touch upon, and he had never known his father. And then, when Gavin had… happened, he had known that it would be much better for the child if he stayed away from the holidays, which was one of the reasons he was still surprised that Gavin and Fiona were now insistent that they stay in contact.

If they had met Dean beforehand, it would at least have been an explanation…

“I assume there’s no big Christmas party in heaven, then?”

“Speaking of which” he said brightly, “You should come to your firm’s Christmas party this year!”

“No chance of that”.

“Come on, why even have one if you’re not –“

“Because it boosts morale, and people would be angry if there wasn’t one” he shrugged. “And I will have you know, I accept all sorts of faith; They all get free days on their respective holidays…”

“Which is one of the reasons Sam tolerates you, at least according to him” he interrupted him lightly, and somehow managed to drag him into the Christmas tree farm, although Crowley couldn’t for the life of him figure out how he had done that.

“See? That one’s nice.”

It was a perfectly functional tree, but he wasn’t quite sure what was so special about it, or why Dean would point it out.

It suddenly dawned on him and he said, “No.”

“What?”

“I’m not putting up a Christmas tree.”

Dean posted yet again. “Stop that.”

“Why? You’re robbing yourself of anything that makes Christmas fun, Scrooge!”

“Bah, Humbug” he shot back, and to his surprise, Dean threw his head back and laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, Scrooge, what about this one?”

He didn’t know what was so difficult about the word No.

“I thought I just said –“

“First time?” the woman who was working on the farm asked cheerfully and he turned around. “I beg your pardon?”

“Sorry, you can just tell after a while… First time picking the tree after moving in together, right?”

He was about to reply when Dean happily said, “That’s right”, clearly challenging him.

And for what it was worth, he was right – they had sort of moved in together, even though Crowley was rather sure that usually, the couple – well, there would have to be a couple first – and then they would talk about it and agree to move in together, rather than one of them just deciding he should stay because it was his job, a job that was still not clearly defined in the first place.

“Anyway, so what do you think of this one, Miss?”

Of course she was immediately charmed by Dean because everyone was, so Crowley stepped back and watched them.

Really, it was a shame that Dean was an angel, otherwise they could have come to a mutual enjoyable agreement quite some time ago.

Instead, he strolled around, taking in what usually happened around a Christmas tree farm.

He had to admit that there was rather more going on, then he had assumed; small children, even adults with their parents, all of them happily running around with smiles on their faces.

It almost, just almost made him wonder if he had missed out on a few things, but of course that was ridiculous.

He was probably just feeling sentimental with all of that Christmas cheer going on around him. Yes, that was what it was.

Dean’s laughter drifted over to him and he decided that it was really confusing to meet an angel and get along better with him than most humas he had ever met in his life.

#spn #my writings #drowley #advent calendar #dean winchester #crowley

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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The Making of: The Perfect Tree

You know...my memories of how The Perfect Tree came to be aren't as clear as I wish they were. It was a haze of shippy delight and holiday spirit. It was a rush of endorphins. It was the magnetic draw to my keyboard.

It was...NaNoWriMo 2020.

Neville/Percy is a rare pair I genuinely need more of. My first experience of this ship was in faint indirections. I was definitely drawn in by the Snarry tag, but stayed for the Perceville! Their sweet, awkward romance spoke to me.

Alas: they are super rare. I tore through all I could find. I reread the ones I loved most. I pouted in the lack. I screamed into my pillow because why doesn't anyone else love them as much as I do????

It wasn't right away that I decided to write it. Come on. Who wants to do the work themselves? I wanted it provided to me!

Besides: I have enough to write, don't I??

Then: NaNoWriMo 2020. I went "rogue" again that year, opting to throw 50k into various projects. I wrote Romantic Notions that month (a Neville centric fic) and...maybe that's where it began. It wasn't a direct jump from Romantic Notions to The Perfect Tree, but some bit of Neville-love remained lodged in my brain.

I still had words to write. Days left in November to go. Neville was on my noggin'. And I did have a great love for Neville/Percy. Maybe I should write one, after all! Even better because writing different ships means other opportunities to push my background Snarry agenda! And...with the holidays coming up...and my great love of the holidays...

I really love Christmas trees. Neville loves plants. I religiously hate-watch Hallmark movies. (No offense to Hallmark lovers, but it's mega fun to watch them and text my Bestie about how trash they are, while also secretly enjoying them. But just a smidgeon.) It all sort of fell together. Easy as pie!

Neville having a tree lot? How fun! Holiday in Hogsmeade? What a dream! Sweet awkward romance? Sign me up! Background Snarry? Hallelujah!

Truly, it was such a joy to write. Work was slow (this was 2020, after all.) (We were essential, but our workload dropped a lot.) I typed this baby up in Google Docs on my work computer. Copy-pasted into Scrivener at the end of the day. (The opposite of how that usually goes!) All 9k words written in only a few days, I believe.

I have so much love for Neville and for Percy. I love Neville being a bit shy and insecure. I love Percy being so strict and pompous. I love how skilled they both are, and how they can respect one another. And the more lighthearted vibe was a nice change of pace from my usual angsting! I threw in all of my headcanons and feelings about both characters, and their relationship, into this story. And I indulged a bit with my background Snarry! A special holiday treat, just for me!

And I loved it so much, I played around in the same world some more: The Christmas Prince (fleshing out the Snarry side of the story) and Holidate (less direct involvement, but still related! Dron + Ginsy in this one!) I wrote them all back to back, that's how attached to this little universe I was! I even edited and posted The first two before NaNoWriMo was even done! (Perfectly good writing days wasted on edits! Tsk tsk, self.)

Anyway, it's a bit odd to realize that my ultimate Perceville fic is a holiday fic, and part of a series. Don't ask why, my Brain is just weird. But recently I was thinking of how Contempt is my ultimate Snarry feels fic, and Collateral Damage is my ultimate Dron feels fic. And thinking of how I needed to write more "perfect fics" for each of my ships. And eventually realizing I'd already done one for Perceville. (Also kinda funny how it is related to Snarry and Dron fics, just not the big Snarry and Dron fics!)

Okay enough babbling. I don't have a good way to wrap this one up so GOODBYE I LOVE YOU GUYS THANKS FOR READING MY SILLY THOUGHTS.

#writing #meta #danpuff writes #the making of #the perfect tree #perceville

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fallin-4-ya · 2 years

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one gift i need /// h.p.

one gift i need

harry potter x reader

summary: it's the last day before winter holiday, and y/n and harry find themselves flustered while gift exchanging!

warnings: none!

words: 1k

y/n ran down the castle stairs, panting heavily as she swarmed past classmates and uttering a sorry to those she may have bumped into. She weaved through the masses that were getting ready to leave Hogwarts, for it was (after all) the last day before winter break. Friends beckoned their goodbyes, hugging tightly and telling each other they would ‘see them next year’.

However, the corridor's bustling energy was no match for y/n as she continued to weave through her classmates. Her eyes struggling to fixate on who she was looking for. She stood on her tippy toes, peering above what seemed like one hundred heads. Finally, she caught her eyes on a rather tall boy with orange hair. Harry must not be far behind, y/n thought to herself. She hurried towards the red-head’s direction, and sure enough, the golden boy was at his side.

Y/n ran to Harry as if her life had depended on it. Before she could reach him, he turned in her direction, catching a glimpse of her happy face. He, too, ran to meet her and embraced her tightly as they met. They stayed together for a moment before breaking away gently

“You didn’t think I’d leave without saying goodbye, did you?” She remarked, cocking her head with a smile.

Harry laughed breathlessly, “Never.”

Their brief moment alone was seized as Harry’s friends came to greet y/n. Ron placed his hand on both Harry and y/n’s shoulder’s, bringing then a few inches closer together; causing a blush to warm up y/n’s cheeks. “Any good plans for holiday, y/n?” Ron practically bellowed.

Hermione shushed him, earning a shrug of the shoulders from Ron. y/n only giggled at the two. “Nothing too exciting, just going to my Aunt’s in Ireland for a bit then back home before next term starts again,” she replied sweetly.

“How wonderful,” Hermione pipped. “A country holiday sounds like fun!”

Y/n nodded her head. Ron only waved his hand in the air, “Please, Hermione. We all know that nothing could be better than the Burrow during Christmas time.” He laughed at himself.

“Ronald!” Hermione scolded.

“What,” he rolled her eyes. “Even y/n knows it’s true. If only she could have joined us this year again.”

Harry, embarrassed, shook his head, “She does have family, you know.”

“Just saying,” Ron threw his arms up in defense. Harry and Hermione shook their heads at the boy, while y/n smiled knowingly.

y/n patted Ron’s shoulder, “Maybe next year.”

He shook his head at her offer, “I’ll take you up on that.”

She snorted and mumbled an okay. Harry then shot a look towards Ron, trying his hardest to shrug him off. Hermione quickly picked up on it, grabbing Ron’s arm.

“Well,” she stated cheerfully. “We wish you a good holiday! See you when term resumes!” Quickly wrapping y/n up in a hug, Hermione then shuffled Ron out into the midst of the corridors and back into the hub of students saying goodbye.

Harry took y/n’s hand and flashed a smile in her direction. He led her slightly out of the way into a corridor just out of sight. Pushing against the masses, they found a moment of peace. Harry was blushing feverishly and fiddled with his fingers. His eyes darted downwards for a moment, as if regretting his decision.

“Harry,” started y/n with care in her eyes. “Is everything alright.”

His eyes blinked back up to meet hers and he took a deep breath. “You know how rubbish I am at these sort of things, y/n,” he shook. “And I guess I don’t want to make a fool of myself, that all.”

“Oh, Harry,” the girl cooed. “You could never make a fool of yourself, especially not in front of me.”

She then laughed, setting Harry a bit more at ease. “Well, I think you already know how very much I like you,” He smiled, as she knowingly nodded. “So, I thought that I would find you something special, for the holiday, you know?”

Y/n covered her smile with her hands, overwhelmed at his gesture. Harry, she sighed lovingly. He reached into his jumper and pulled out a small box that was tied with a silver ribbon. Harry hesitantly reached out to give her the gift, and as she took it Harry shook his head.

“I really hope you like it,” Harry nervously stated. He watched intently as she opened the packaging. y/n opened the box, revealing a small brooch. It was shaped as a golden snitch with a gemstone placed in the middle.

“It’s a mood reader,” Harry explained. “So, that way I never miss a chance to cheery you up or embrace your happiness. Of course, I got the stone from a divination store, so who knows if it actually works.” They both laughed, as she clutched the brooch to her chest.

“I absolutely love it,” y/n exclaimed, beaming with happiness.

Harry shuffled, blushing fully. “And I’ve got a matching one!” He excitedly beamed, pointing to the spot on his collar in which he paced it. y/n smiled hard as she placed a kiss onto Harry’s cheek. “You're too sweet, Harry. Thank you," she gratefully exclaimed. y/n then turned excitedly, "Okay, my turn!”

Y/n outstretched her hand to reveal a palm sized box, wrapped neatly with dancing snowmen paper. Harry took the box and unwrapped its contents gracefully, folding the paper back neatly. He opened the box revealing a thin gold chain, with a slim golden circle that lay in the center. It was engraved with the wording, ‘always with you, though far apart’.

"You know," y/n slowly spoke. "So we always know each other is near even if you're away at your Aunt's or away just because." Harry closed the box back up and held it to his heart, a small tear slipping down his cheek. y/n covered her mouth slightly, surprised by the boy’s actions. She had never seen him this vulnerable before.

“What is it?” y/n provoked kindly.

“It’s just,” Harry paused. He caught himself, as he quickly swiped the tear on his face away. “I’ve only just realized that nobody has ever done anything for me like this before. Growing up I used to get Dudley’s old socks and now here you are. Giving me the most beautiful present, I’ve ever received. I don’t know what else to say besides thank you.”

“Harry,” she took his hand. “You deserve every bit of love and more. Seeing you happy is the only present I will ever need.”

Harry then wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. He whispered sweet nothings into her ears, telling her just how much he loved her. They stayed together like that for a while. Utterly embraced in each other’s love. y/n was the first to pull away; she looked into his eyes with all of her admiration.

“Happy Christmas, Harry.” She smiled.

“Happy Christmas, my love.” He smiled back.

(a/n- thank you so much for reading! this is the first installment of my holiday celebration! i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. please, feel free to message me or send an ask of you would like to be added to my holiday taglist! reblog are appreciated! see you someplace magical!)

#harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter headcanon #ron weasley #hermione granger #mari's holiday celebration #harry potter x y/n #christmas #holiday season

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spacexcowgirl · 3 years

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All About The Chase - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/N will do anything for her best friend—and crush—Fred Weasley. Even if that means fake dating him so he can catch the eye of her cousin.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Light swearing, one allusion to sex (blink and you’ll miss it), brief mention of intoxication (again, blink and you’ll miss it), super mean awful cousin, food, a little angsty with a happy ending,

A/N: For the anon who asked for Fred fake dating his friend to make her relative jealous! I decided to make her the twins age, and I may have went a little overboard with the cousin rivalry, but oh well. Thank you for feeding into my love of cliches! Also, I played around with using third person rather than second, it just felt right for this one. Pictures are from Pinterest.

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When Y/N was six years old, her parents—well, Santa—got her the most amazing art set. She had always liked to draw, and now she had an array of more colors than she could even really name. When her family was set to head to her Aunt’s house for Christmas dinner, she packed up all of her new markers, a stack of fresh paper, and a few of her drawings she was most proud of to show off.

The night had started wonderfully. She got a few more gifts from her grandparents, a beautiful doll from her aunt and uncle, and enough sweets and candy to last her months. When it was time to finally eat, Y/N left all of her new toys and her cherished art set in her relatives’ living room. Y/N doesn’t remember much about the dinner—why should she? It was a decade prior—but what she does remember vividly is the excitement that bubbled up in her tiny body when her mother suggested she go grab some of her artwork to show off.

Y/N slid out of her chair and raced into the living room. Only when she got there did she find all of her finished art completely destroyed, covered in scribbles from her new markers. Her brows had furrowed and her eyes welled with tears, and that’s when she heard it. The sinister little cackle of her cousin, Annalise. Y/N turned on her heels and saw the girl, uncapped marker in hand, looking at her as if she was the most pitiful thing in the world.

Y/N returned to dinner empty handed, claiming she had forgotten the drawings at home—even though her parents were certain she hadn’t. Annalise returned with an innocent smile and a portrait of their Nan in hand—one Y/N was certain she just made with her markers—and all of the adults cooed and awed at the small girl’s talent.

A few years later, Y/N was set to star in their primary school’s theater production. Looking back, she now recognized that her landing that part had little to do with any real talents she had, and more to do with how adults always seemed to fawn over her. She was always revered as ‘just the cutest little thing!’ Which evidently preceded talent at the ripe age of eight.

Right before she was set to go on stage and deliver her three lines (that’s all a star can really handle so young, right?), she found her angel wings shredded and her halo headband bent in half. The teacher didn’t have any time to fix her costume, so in a fluster she threw out her part all together, and sent Y/N to stand with the rest of the year 3 ensemble. It didn’t take long for Y/N to catch Annalise’s eye amongst the other students, only she was smirking. Y/N had to force her eyes back out onto the crowd and desperately search for her parents to keep herself from bawling on the spot.

As if things couldn’t get any worse between the pair of cousins, when Y/N was ten, her and her parents were astonished to find a letter tucked into their usual mail, accepting her into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The letter gave an answer to the many strange things Y/N had been able to make happen with her emotions alone, and her chest swelled with pride to learn just how special she truly was. Not to mention, this was finally her opportunity to escape Annalise once and for all.

Until, it wasn’t. Y/N didn’t know that Annalise was a witch as well until the two families spotted each other on the platform, preparing to send both of their daughters off. Neither parents had revealed the truths of their daughters abilities to the other prior, because they knew it must be kept with the upmost secrecy. Y/N’s parents and Annalise’s parents were overjoyed to know their little girls wouldn’t be all alone, and they had someone to share their apprehensions with. Y/N and Annalise were far less enthused by the news.

A little over five years later, Y/N sat in the Gryffindor Common room, rifling through beginning of the year work that had already been assigned. In the half-decade since she’d started at Hogwarts, she had managed to avoid Annalise as best she could. It turned out to be somewhat easy, seeing as they were sorted into different house. Still, whenever Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were forced into classes together, Y/N couldn’t help but feel dread pooling in her stomach. Annalise was always sure to make those classes a living hell for her.

Y/N’s attention was pulled from her work from the sound of a small group of people bounding into the common room. She glanced back over the couch, only to see her best friends—Fred and George—laughing and pushing each other around.

“She totally wants me!” Fred argued, a cocky grin alit on his face.

“Oh, please, she hates your guts, mate.” George teased back.

Fred looked as if he were about to respond, until his eyes met Y/N’s across the room. A more genuine smile found its way onto his face as he tugged his brother towards the couch, then plopped down next to her. George then took a seat in one of the chairs across from them. Y/N neatly gathered her work into a pile, knowing for certain there was no way she would make any progress with them around.

“Y/N, will you please tell my dear brother that your cousin is absolutely mad for me, she just has a different way of showing it?” Fred threw his arm lazily around the back of the couch, right behind her, as he looked at her expectantly.

Y/N couldn’t help the sour mood that the conversation immediately put her in. There was two reasons for this; one, the most obvious, any topic that involved Annalise always brought her down. She couldn’t help it, and she tried not to hate the girl, but everything about her was draining. The second reason was that Y/N was absolutely head over heels for Fred. She had been ever since he pranked Graham Montague for making her cry in third year. The idea of Fred and Annalise together was truly the epitome of her worst nightmare.

“I don’t know, she might really just hate you.” Y/N shrugged, doing her best to keep her voice even and her face straight. Her words caused Fred to scowl and George to erupt into fits of laughter.

“Oh come on, not you too!” Fred whined as he threw his head back.

“What do you even see in her anyways?” Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to the question, but she couldn’t help but ask it.

“Well, she’s quite fit.” This answer earned a swift slap to the arm from Y/N, which only made Fred snicker. “And!” He continued, persistent to point out that looks weren’t all he cared about. “She’s feisty, and smart. And, she acts completely not interested in me.”

“So that’s why you like her?” Y/N snorted.

“Ah, dearest Y/N, one day you’ll learn that it’s all about the chase.” Fred began to twiddle some of her hair between his fingers.

“There’s plenty of girls who aren’t interested in you! You could ‘chase’ any of them.” Y/N reasoned, batting his hand away.

“You’ve got that right.” George snorted, causing his brother to shoot him a glare.

“Well, even if that were true, I’ve got my sights set on her.” Fred shrugged.

“Well, if you really want Annalise to go out with you, you should just date me.” Y/N teased as she sat forward, beginning to pluck through her papers once again. When no one laughed or responded, she quickly shot her eyes up. “I’m only kidding.”

“No, no that could work.” Fred sat up abruptly and pointed a finger towards her. “Y/N, you’re a genius!”

“I’m really not.” Y/N shook her head quickly. “That might breach the list of dumbest things I’ve ever said.”

“Yeah, right, don’t forget we’ve been around you drunk, Y/L/N. That doesn’t even make the top ten.” George grinned at her, but her nerves kept her from even smiling at his little joke.

Y/N was growing desperate now, because neither of the twins were brushing off her silly joke. Fred was looking at her as if she just handed him the key to solve all of his problems, and George was doing nothing to tame his brother. Y/N glanced expectantly between the two of them as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Come on, what better way to make her jealous than to see me dating her cousin?”

Y/N had mentioned on occasion the way that Annalise always had to ruin everything for her as a child, but never in full detail. Some part of her knew if she had just been transparent about how truly awful the girl had treated her, Fred would never give Annalise a second glance. But now, he thought they were nothing more than cousins with a small childhood rivalry, and for that he could justify going after her.

“Please, Y/N,” Fred got down on his knees in front of her, dawning his best puppy dog eyes, and put his hands in a pleading gesture. “Be my fake girlfriend for a month—two, tops.”

Y/N chewed harder on her bottom lip as she gazed at him, already feeling her reluctance slipping away. She could never say no to him, especially when he looked so adorable. Y/n breathed out a sigh and dropped her head to look at her folded hands in her lap. All thoughts of self preservation and protecting her heart went out the door; she knew she would say yes to him.

“Fine.” Her voice was quiet, so much so that it took Fred a second to make sure he had heard her properly.

“Really? Just like that? I was about to start bribing you with sugar quills and a month of Herbology homework—”

“Well, if you’re offering—”

“Nope, too late. You agreed before I had to.” Fred grinned at the girl before swooping in and placing a kiss on her cheek. “Now, let’s set up some ground rules.”

Fred began to drone on about what they would and wouldn’t do. Things like holding hands in the corridors, sitting close at meals, kisses on the cheeks and forehead. Which pet names they would and wouldn’t use. Number one, though, was no kissing on the lips.

Y/N only listened halfheartedly as Fred rambled on, offering a slight head nod ever now and then to show she was in agreement. As Y/N thought over just what she had gotten herself into, she realized the next few weeks were going to be awful.

It didn’t take long for rumors of Fred and Y/N’s budding romance to swirl. She often found herself walking hand in hand with him through the corridors, light whispers trailing behind them. Often times, people she had hardly ever spoken to would come up to her and gush about how they always just knew Fred and her would be perfect together. Y/N would always politely smile, then wonder if they could hear her heartbreaking as loudly as she could.

To make matters worse, Fred was the perfect ‘boyfriend.’ Just as she always assumed he would be. He’d carry her books in one arm, swing their intertwined hands with the other, and walk her to each of her classes. At night, he’d sit with her in the library while she poured over her notes for the day—even though she knew he wanted nothing more than to be out pranking with George and Lee. She adored all of the extra time they were getting to spend together, until she’d remember that it was only temporary, and if he were lucky, he’d be doing all of these things with Annalise in a month.

It wasn’t until about three weeks into their agreement that Annalise approached her. Fred had walked her to potions that day, like he always did. He was making her laugh loudly, not caring at all about the many eyes upon them.

“It’s a wonder your mum didn’t ship you and George off when you were toddlers,” Y/n snorted. “It sounds like you two were menaces.”

“Oh, we were.” Fred nodded, a small grin on his face. “But I reckon we were the cutest babies she had so far, so she kept us around.”

Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes before nudging him lightly with her shoulder. They had finally made it to the potions classroom, so it was time for them to part. Fred handed her back her books and dropped her hand, but didn’t walk away until he had placed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Meet you outside of here after to walk to lunch?” He confirmed, but there was no need. It was the routine they had fallen into.

“Mhm.” Y/N gazed up at him, unable to contain the giddy smile on her lips. With that, he turned and began walking down the hallway, but not before shooting her a wink over his shoulder.

Y/N watched his retreating figure, a lovesick grin plastered to her face. Just when she had pulled herself from her daydreams and was about to enter the classroom, she ran hard into a firmly planted body.

“So, you and Weasley are pretty serious then, huh?” Annalise stood with her hands on her hips, a look that read as both disgust and amusement riddled on her face.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Y/N quickly recovered, hugging her books closer to her chest. This year, she had more classes with Annalise than any year prior, seeing as they both received a significant amount of O.W.L.s.

“Hm.” Annalise’s eyes trailed down the hallway where Fred had once been, before letting them snap back to Y/N. “Don’t know how you managed that.”

Y/N felt her blood run cold, but couldn’t find the energy within her to talk any further. So, she simply brushed past Annalise and into the classroom, ignoring the scoff that left Annalise’s lips when she pushed her out of the way. Y/N found her usual seat in the back and trained her eyes ahead, careful to keep her expression calm. That was, until Annalise slid into the seat next to her.

“What are you doing?” Y/N gaped at her. It wasn’t like they had assigned seats, but Y/N had always sat next to Patricia Stimpson. The girl was constantly fussing and nervous, always afraid to make a wrong move, but she certainly wasn’t the worst person Y/N could be stuck with.

“Asked Stimpson to trade seats.” Annalise shrugged nonchalantly, before a wicked grin grew on her face. “Figured we could get some good, cousin, bonding time.”

Y/N wanted to groan, but then Snape was gliding into the room and silencing everyone. She was certain this would be the longest lecture of her life.

When the class ended, Y/N didn’t wait for Fred outside. Instead, she had pushed up from her seat and hurried through the corridors, skipping lunch entirely to go wallow in her dorm room. Annalise had made the lecture a living hell, whether it be from snide comments she’d whisper over or by purposefully ruining their potion, then blaming it on Y/N. Internally, she cursed Fred—although it wasn’t really his fault—for putting her in the position to be in Annalise’s line of fire once again.

Y/N ended up avoiding Fred the rest of the day, scurrying between classes before he could find her. When she was finally done for the day, she wanted nothing more than to hide out in her dorm and cry. That’s exactly what she had started doing, too, before her door creeped open.

Y/N held her breath, assuming it was either Angelina or Alicia coming back before dinner. But, when her mattress dipped slightly from the weight of someone sitting down, she quickly spun around, coming face to face with Fred.

“Darling,” He cooed. It was a nickname he had taken to calling her ever since they started ‘dating,’ although no one was around now, and he was still using it. “What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

“How’d you get in here?” Y/N croaked, avoiding his question entirely.

“Figured out how to get past the charm ages ago.” Fred rested a gentle hand on her knee. “Then, Ang gave me her key. Said she saw you run up her. So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong? And why’ve you been avoiding me all day?”

At that, Y/N lost it once again. Tears began streaming down her face freely, and she quickly sat up and accepted Fred’s opened arms. He raked his fingers through her messy hair and let her cry on his shoulder, gently soothing her to a place where she’d be able to speak.

“It’s just…” It was on the tip of her tongue. Y/N wanted desperately to tell him the truth about how awful Annalise truly was. But, just like when she was younger and never ratted Annalise out, she just couldn’t now. She didn’t know why it was, but it always felt like if she spoke the words out loud, then Annalise had won. “I’ve just had an awful day.”

“Snape will do that to you.” Fred tutted, clearly assuming her change in behavior post-potions was brought on by the professor. “I’m sorry, love.”

Y/N sniffled a few more times into his shoulder, wishing desperately that he was holding her in a way that wasn’t platonic. She craved nothing more than for him to want her like she’d always wanted him. But that seemed to be just a fantasy. The muggle fairytales she had been told growing up weren’t real, and the wicked witch was winning.

“Why don’t we go for a walk, get some fresh air?” Fred pulled back to look over her face, concern filled in his eyes.

“But, you’re missing dinner…”

“Eh, the house elves love me. I’ll just sneak down to the kitchens and grab something later.” Fred shrugged, a small smile now growing on his face. “You and me, we can make a whole night of it. I’ll sneak some snacks up and we can watch one of those old muggle movies you love so much.”

While Y/N was far from being completely okay, the tenderness he was exhibiting towards her made her heart swell. She knew he had plans with George and Lee that night, some big prank on a few Slytherins, but here he was, throwing it all away for her. He gently reached out and cupped her cheek, brushing a few stray tears away with his thumb. Y/N avoided his eyes, afraid that they would communicate all of the non-platonic love she felt for him, then nodded.

“Perfect.” Fred grinned before jumping up and extended his hand out to her. “Well, let’s go.”

Fred guided her the whole way out of the castle, keeping her close as they walked through the grounds. The autumn air was cool, and at the very second that Y/N shivered, Fred was wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side.

They walked around and talked for a little over an hour, giddy smiles on their faces all the while. Fred made her laugh so hard she abandoned all thoughts of Annalise, her mind completely filled with the tall red head beside her. He just had this way about him that could make anything that was possibly wrong seem miniscule. He reminded her of everything good in the world.

Once the sun was fully down and the temperature had dropped significantly, the two could no longer justify being outside in the cold. Fred made a show of wrapping her hands in his own, rubbing them together to bring her some warmth, before guiding her back to the castle.

They parted ways shortly, just so Fred could sneak into the kitchens and Y/N could get the movie set up in the common room. She laid out a few blankets and pillows then pushed the couch back a bit, thankful that it was a Wednesday night and most students seemed to have already gone to bed. When Fred returned, he handed Y/N a plate of food then sat down cross-legged beside her, balancing his own plate in his lap.

Y/N started the movie and dug into her food, giggling lightly at Fred’s ravenous way of eating. He had certainly been hungry earlier, but she needed him, so evidently he pushed his hunger aside. When their plates were finished, they stacked them neatly on the table behind them, before completely turning their attention to the movie.

“Okay, wait, who’s the green girl again?” Fred questioned as he pointed towards the screen, brows furrowed.

“If you would pay attention, you would know.” Y/N giggled. “She’s the Wicked Witch of The West.”

“She’s supposed to be a witch?” Fred crinkled up his nose, confusion clear on his face. “I don’t know any green witches.”

“It’s a muggle movie, Fred.” Y/N lightly rolled her eyes.

“And who’s she?”

“Glinda, the good witch.”

“Okay, I definitely know witches don’t dress like that.” Fred teased, eyeing the woman on the screen’s frilly pink dress

“Maybe I should start.” Y/N giggled, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Think I could pull it off?”

“Darling, you’d look beautiful in anything.” Fred winked at her, causing her face to heat up. Some part of her knew it was nothing more than harmless joking, but she couldn’t help the way he lit something alive within her.

“Ya think?” Y/N scooted a bit closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see her giddy smile.

“I know.” His voice was soft, and the two of them remained quiet for the next few scenes of the movie.

At some point, the two of them had shifted to lay down in order to get more comfortable on the floor. Fred was laying on his back with one hand behind his head, the other resting idly in between them. Y/N was sprawled out on her stomach, her face down by his feet. Every little bit her eyes would light up and she’d glance back to tell him that her favorite part was coming up, only for him to realize that every part seemed to be her favorite part. Still, he never pointed that out, but instead just smiled fondly at her and nodded.

“Ugh.” Y/N grimaced, a slight shiver running down her spine. “Those monkeys always terrified me when I was little.”

“Oh yeah?” Fred sat up now, leaning closer to her. “You scared now?”

“Psh, no.” Y/N rolled her eyes and glanced back over at him, only to find him slowly inching towards her. She pointed a finger out warningly. “Fred, don’t.”

It was no use, Fred’s hands latched themselves to her sides and began tickling her feverishly. Y/N squealed and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but it was no use. In the process, she had flipped over onto her back and was now kicking her legs out, trying to get him to stop, but that only egged him on further.

“You sure you’re not scared, Y/L/N?” Fred teased. “I could comfort you, if you were.”

“Freddie! Stop!” Y/N breathed out, tears beginning to pool in her eyes from her laughter.

Y/N now had the front of his jumper balled in her fists, trying desperately to get him to stop. After another minute, he did, and her wriggling ceased. Still, he loomed over top of her while she gripped onto his jumper tightly. Both of them were silent as they stared into each other’s eyes, faces only inches apart. For half a second, Y/N swore she saw Fred’s eyes flicker down to her lips, but then she convinced herself she must have dreamed it.

The sounds of the movie seemed to draw them back to the present, and Y/N let go of Fred’s jumper, causing him to sit up. She followed suit, clearing her throat in hopes of easing the tension between them. Fred was never one to let any awkwardness linger, so he nudged her with his elbow before laying back down in the spot he had been before.

“Cuddle up, Y/N. I’ll keep you safe from the big scary winged monkeys.” He winked as he opened his arms for her.

Y/N rolled her eyes lightly, trying desperately to calm the nerves in her stomach, before obliging and cuddling into his side. She let her head rest on his chest, her hand placed just over his heart, as he tightened his arm around her. Y/N found that she couldn’t pay attention to the rest of the movie, what with Fred pulling a blanket up around them and gently stroking her hair. She was lulled to sleep by the action, finding that she wished every night, she could fall asleep in his arms.

The two were startled awake the next morning by a bout of loud laughter. As Y/N quickly sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she spotted George, fully dressed in his school uniform, gazing down at them with an amused grin. Fred groaned from where he still laid on the floor, pulling a pillow over his face to block out the light.

“And what’s this?” George cocked his head to the side. “You guys are really taking this ‘fake dating’ thing pretty seriously. Honestly, you’ve got me convinced.”

Fred shot up quickly at that, nervously looking around the common room to make sure no one heard. When he realized it was only the three of them, he let out a breath of relief.

“Come off it, will you? We just fell asleep after watching a movie.” Fred shot his brother a glare.

Y/N felt sick at the reminder that everything between them was fake. Every little moment she had foolishly convinced herself could mean something more was nothing but wishful thinking. Drawing in a deep sigh, Y/N forced herself up and gestured for Fred to move with a flick of her wand. Once he obliged, she flicked her wand again and gathered all of the blankets and pillows before pushing the couch back. Without another word, she stalked back up the steps to her dorm, and prepared herself for another long day.

When Y/N arrived to the potions classroom, her stomach dropped at the sight of Annalise once again in the seat next to her usual one. She gazed around the room, grumbling slightly when she realized she had no other choice but to sit next to the girl.

“Wow, you look like hell.” Annalise sneered when she trudged over.

“Probably because I was up all night with Fred.” Y/N shot back, before truly registering her words. “Not… Not like that.”

Annalise snorted at the insinuation and rolled her eyes. It seemed she was about to say something, no doubt some snide comment, but was cut off by Snape walking into the room. Y/N straightened up and began to listen to the professor drone on, her stomach twisting in knots when she realized what that day’s lecture would entail. A cauldron sat at the front of the classroom, an alluring steam rising off of it. Y/N knew, it was Amortentia.

After giving a brief lecture on it, Snape used his wand to lift the cauldron in the air, slowly letting it stop by each desk for the students to gaze at. He appeared completely uninterested by the kids’ excitement from what they smelled. Finally, it arrived at Y/N and Annalise’s table.

Y/N leaned forward and took a breath in, her nose being filled with the scent of fireworks, chocolate, and the shampoo Fred used. She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms, not needing the reminder that she felt so deeply for someone who didn’t return her affections.

Annalise leaned forward and breathed in a deep breath, a dreamy smile gracing her face. Her eyes flickered towards the front of the classroom, finding Snape deep in conversation with another Ravenclaw student. Quickly, she pulled an empty glass bottle from her bag and dipped it into the cauldron, filling it entirely.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N hissed, sitting up abruptly.

“I’m gonna use it as perfume. So everyone smells what they’re attracted to on me, and wants to be around me.” Annalise shrugged, placing a cork on the bottle and sliding it back into her bag. Y/N knew she could get in loads of trouble for carrying such a dangerous and potent potion, yet she didn’t speak up to turn her in. “Professor Snape, we’re all done back here!”

And with that, Snape was whisking the cauldron away and carrying on with his lecture. Y/N watched Annalise out of the corner of her eye, certain she was up to something from the glint in her eye. Still, like always, she stayed silent.

A week later, all thoughts of Annalise’s odd behavior had completely left Y/N’s mind. She was so caught up in falling for Fred even more each day, she could hardly focus on anything else. The fact that he hadn’t brought up Annalise once since their movie night didn’t go unnoticed to her, and she found herself chasing the familiar hope that maybe he was starting to fall for her too.

“I’ve gotta catch up with Georgie and Lee—they’re still mad I ditched them last week.” Fred informed her as he finished his dinner. “Catch you later?”

She nodded, a bright smile lighting up her face when he swooped down and kissed her cheek before hurrying off. Y/N was so in a daze that she didn’t even notice someone slide in the seat beside her, occupying the space Fred was once in.

“Ah, so you two are still together, are you?” Annalise spoke up, making her presence known. She wore a devilish grin as she feigned a casual act, picking at her nails.

“Obviously.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“What a shame, I just hate to be the one to tell you this.” She sighed.

“Tell me what?” Y/N’s brows furrowed as she turned to look at Annalise full on.

“Well, I’ve been wearing my perfume, you see.” She craned her neck and circled her hand, gesturing for Y/N to lean in and take a whiff. The smell was undeniable, and as much as she hated being in the presence of her cousin, it kept her reeled in. “Smell Freddie, do you?”

“Why do you care?” Y/N gritted her teeth, hating the way his nickname sounded coming from her mouth.

“Because, he doesn’t smell you.” Annalise shrugged. “In fact, what was it he told me he smelled? Right, fresh ink, my peach shampoo, and… Oh, I can’t remember. It was so hard to pay attention while he was snogging me in that broom closet.”

Y/N instantly dropped the utensils in her hand, ignoring the way they clattered to the ground. The sound drew a few eyes towards them, and Annalise simply smirked at her cousin. Y/N could feel tears welling behind her eyes, but she was also angry. At Fred, for not just telling her that he had finally gotten what he wanted. And at Annalise, for always being so dead set on ruining everything for her.

“What did I ever do to you?” Y/N heard her voice crack, and she felt just as pathetic as Annalise wanted her to feel. When she spoke again, her tone increased significantly. “Why must you always ruin everything for me?”

Some part of her knew she shouldn’t be freaking out, because this had always been the plan. She knew Annalise could never let anything be hers, so she should simply take it in stride and move on. But she couldn’t. She had been so sure that Fred and her were starting to build something real, that she’d finally be with the boy she’d crushed on for years, and now all of that hope was shattered.

“I’m just being a good cousin.” Annalise slapped a hand to her chest, feigning some sort of dignity that she certainly didn’t have. “Really, he was bound to cheat on you at some point. I just made it happen sooner rather than later. You should be thanking me.”

Y/N reached for her wand and gripped it tightly in her fist, ready to point it at her and fire off whatever hex came to mind. In an instant, fear was in Annalise’s eyes and she was cowering back. Professor McGonagall was now rushing forward, shouting her surname and ordering her to stop. In response, Y/N lowered her wand and wiped at her eyes, forcing none of her tears to fall.

“You know what, you’re not even worth it.”

And with that, she was marching out of the Great Hall, ignoring any calls of her name.

When Y/N made it back to the common room, she found George, Lee, and Fred gathered around a small table in the corner. A few other students were littered throughout the room, as well. Y/N almost just stormed right up to her dorm, intent on never speaking to Fred again, but she was sick of always letting people treat her like rubbish. So, right as she made it to the base of the steps, she turned on her heels and marched to their table, causing all of their eyes to fall on her.

“Hello, love—”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Fred. “Godric, I know I agreed to help the two of you get together, but cheating on me? Leaving me embarrassed in front of the whole school? What is wrong with you?”

Lee and George glanced at each other with wide eyes before signally towards their steps and quietly sneaking away. This left Fred in open-mouthed shock, gaping at Y/N in all of her fury.

“I don’t know what—”

“And don’t even tell me how it wasn’t really cheating, because we weren’t really together, I know. But the rest of the school doesn’t know that! Annalise doesn’t know that! And now you’ve fed directly into her only wish of making my life utterly horrible.” Y/N fumed, although her hands were shaking slightly. “So, congrats Fred. You finally got the girl. And Annalise got what she wanted, too. Looks like you two are perfect for each other.”

After saying her piece, she quickly turned around and began making her way back towards her steps. She ignored the many sets of bewildered eyes on her, too angry and hurt to even care. She was only stopped by the feeling of Fred gripping onto her wrist and spinning her back around to face him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Fred searched her eyes. “I didn’t cheat on you, fake or not.”

“But—”

“Annalise yanked me into a broom closet earlier, asking me to smell her neck like a bloody lunatic. So, I did, because I’m always enticed by strange offers.” He quipped with a smile, but when Y/N shot him a pointed look, he became serious once again. “Not the time? Right, okay. So, I smelled her, and I asked if she cornered me in there just to tell me she nicked your perfume, and she got all huffy, so I left. I didn’t cheat on you. I didn’t even mention it because it was too weird to explain.”

“You…” The words got caught in Y/N’s throat, all of her anger leaving her body. “You smelled my perfume?”

“Yeah, and faintly my mum’s roast, but I didn’t question it.” Fred shrugged. “Why?”

Y/N slowly raised a hand up to her mouth, gazing between where his hand still held her wrist and his eyes. Fred had never been very good at potions, so she knew just saying Annalise was wearing ‘Amortentia’ would explain very little.

“She was wearing a love potion, Fred.” Y/N spoke up, much quieter than before. “You smell what you’re attracted to in it.”

In an instant, Fred’s face was a bright shade of red and he quickly dropped her wrist. His eyes dipped down as he avoided her gaze, and Y/N realized this was the first time she’d ever seen him nervous.

“I…” Fred struggled to find words. “I don’t—I mean, I do… But I didn’t want you to—”

“Ask me what I smell in mine.” Y/N urged, cutting off his rambling. Fred shot his head back up at that, looking at her quizzically.

“What do you smell in yours?” There was a hopeful glint behind his eyes, though his words were soft.

“Fireworks, chocolate…” Y/N took a step closer to him. “And your shampoo.”

The second that Fred fully registered what her words meant, he was closing the distance between the two of them. Y/N let out a shocked giggle as he wrapped her up in his arms, pressing his lips fully to hers for the first time. Although she had seen fireworks before, and she had smelled them almost every time Fred and George were around, neither compared to what it was like to feel fireworks. Y/N’s arms wound around his neck as she pulled him closer to her, prepared to live in the moment forever if she could.

When they pulled apart, there was nothing left either of them had to say. Fred could apologize for putting her through hell for the past few weeks, and Y/N could apologize for being so harsh, but that didn’t matter to either of them at the moment. All that mattered, was they both finally realized what had always been right in front of them.

Very early on in the start of Y/N and Fred’s real relationship, she finally opened up to him about just how awful Annalise really was. His jaw clenched at everything she told him, and he quickly expressed that he never would’ve wanted to be with her had he known. Y/N assured him she didn’t care, because this time, Annalise truly lost.

Although Y/N had been quick to brush off her feud with her cousin, telling Fred it was best to just leave it alone, she couldn’t say she was surprised when she walked into the Great Hall one morning, finding Annalise cowering at her table with neon green hair. It was the exact shade she had used when they were six to ruin Y/N’s drawing. While Fred and George vehemently denied any involvement in the prank, Y/N simply placed a short kiss to Fred’s lips, and quietly thanked him.

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"Wish I'd left it there"

Hinny's first kiss in the movies really annoys me, but the script had a line about them talking about Tom Riddle's diary that was actually good (and missed in the books). I thought about that scene after seeing a giftset and then I just started writing a few words about a possible conversation between Harry and Ginny, the night before the Final Quidditch Match (aka the day before they kiss).

Hope it makes some sense!

There is a miserable look on Harry’s eyes that feels strangely familiar to Ginny. It is not that he doesn’t have any reason to be upset on this day; it is the evening of the final Quidditch match, Harry won’t play, he has weeks of detention ahead and he got scared after being involved with a dark art spell.

But the look on his eyes as he stares at the book on his hand - that is not related to any of these reasons.

She is not really surprised when she sees what book he is holding. The potions handbook that she knows was borrowed hurriedly at the library that morning, before Slughorn’s class. After all, Harry hid his original book the day before.

The Half-Blood Prince’s book.

The book that taught him many spells and gave him many tips, a book that Harry treated like an old friend, until… until the book betrayed him. That’s a feeling Ginny knows too well.

She remembers how it was after Christmas in her First Year, when she threw away Tom Riddle’s diary; she tried to get another book to replace it, a place where she could safely put her thoughts. She even wrote a few words, but it wasn’t the same.

Ginny remembers feeling betrayed by the diary, by what it made her do, and yet missing it like a part of herself. That’s the expression on Harry’s face.

He is alone on the couch in front of the fire. Ginny tells herself that she shouldn’t do anything - Ron and Hermione are probably more suited to talk to him, she has a few notes to study or she should even be sleeping before the last match -, but instead she finds herself drawn to Harry's side, sitting next to him.

‘Hey’, she tells and he jumps, his face colouring as it happens lately when she is near. Harry smiles, though it is more of a grimace, and Ginny tries not to let it bother her.

Before yesterday, before he casted that curse, Ginny could swear there was something happening between her and Harry - a sort of dance where they were getting closer and closer, almost touching and recoiling at the last moment, both of them waiting for the right signal to... to it happen. But ever since that story with the dark spell, Harry had withdrawn, avoiding to look at her as if he had let her down somehow, and Ginny had seen the shadow on his eyes as he talked about Dean rejoining the team.

Ginny doesn't really hate that half-blood prince for writing down a nasty spell, but she surely hates him for making Harry miserable. No book should have that power.

‘Hi’, he answers, a little late. ‘Thought you were sleeping already’.

‘Before the match? Too nervous’. She tries to grin, hoping it might infect him a little. ‘I was actually studying History of Magic’.

There is a faint amusement in his eyes now. ‘Wow’.

‘Yeah, I thought, it may make me sleepy or I might actually learn something. Win-win in any case’.

‘Sleepy is better’.

‘And there goes my attempt to get nine OWLS’.

‘Why nine?’

‘It’s more than Ron got. I hope it’s enough to ease Mom since I didn’t get the prefect badge’.

‘Who would want to be prefect?’

‘Not me - imagine being on rounds in a perfect nice Friday night?’, she asks, still light, and Harry looks around briefly, as if he only now realizes what was on Ginny’s mind for a while. They are nearly the last ones in the Common Room.

‘Oh’. Harry bits his lips, the pink in his skin now reaching his neck as the corners of his lips lift up. ‘It’s a nice night’.

And then, finally, Harry is looking at her as he does these days - eyes sparkling, nervous and excited at the same time, his gaze falling to her lips as if he feels drawn to it, before his eyes move to take in her face, every little detail, as if he was tasked to memorize it.

By the amount of time Ginny has caught him staring at her lately, she thinks he could draw her face if he wants to.

‘Ginny’, he whispers tentatively, and her lips part, tongue wettening them almost involuntarily; Harry’s eyes watch that movement and now there is fire on them. ‘I -’

But his words are cut when there is a heavy thump and they look down at the same time to watch the potions handbook opened on the floor. There are only the author’s writings on them; no words scribbled on the pages.

Harry backs away, his face troubled now. Ginny knows she ought to go away too, to give Harry an awkward smile and acknowledge that their moment is over, but she stays.

As easy as it feels when she is around him, it wasn’t to flirt that she went to talk to him in the first place.

‘It is not your fault’, she tells him bluntly. Harry eyes her warily.

‘I casted the spell. I won’t try to -’

‘I meant to trust him. That Prince guy’.

‘Oh’. He looks at the book on his hand. ‘Dunno. I feel stupid’.

‘For trusting a book that ended up disappointing you?’, she asks, inviting him to join her weird joke. Harry blushes, looking strangely flustered about what she is saying.

‘It is not like that, the diary was… truly evil’.

It seems like there is more he wants to say, but Harry looks away.

Ginny shrugs. ‘I know it was evil. Even then, even before I knew to whom it belonged, I knew it was evil and still… I missed it a lot. I tried to get rid of it twice, you know?’

Harry shakes his head. ‘I know about that time you threw it away in Moaning Myrtle’s toilet’.

She gives a reluctant laugh. ‘Not by best moment’, she acknowledges. Harry almost smiles. ‘Before that, before Christmas, I tried to hide in the same place you did. The Room of Requirement, though I didn’t know then what it was. Wish I’d left it forever’.

‘Oh. I never knew’.

‘Yeah, and I spent all holiday Christmas missing it like hell. I was miserable. I thought about it all the time. I would get angry when I saw other books, because it wasn’t the one I wanted’. She pauses. ‘No wonder I took it back first thing’.

Harry looks sheepishly, understanding what she means. ‘I won’t take it back’, he whispers. ‘Not just because of Snape finding out, I just - I just don’t want it right now’.

‘He betrayed you’, she summarizes. Harry startles as if he didn’t think about it in those terms before. ‘I think you should leave it there for a while. Try to forget it. Don't get too attached to it’.

‘Clean myself out of it?’

‘You are not tainted’, she says. Not like she was, she thinks.

Harry’s eyes are hard now, fierce. ‘Neither are you’, he tells her. ‘That diary… his soul… there is nothing of him on you. You are bright and powerful in a way Voldemort could never be’.

She should shudder at the name, but with the way Harry says it, with the resolution in his eyes that leave no room for her self-doubt, Ginny doesn’t fear Voldemort. Harry may have spoken about her brightness, but she thinks his lightness is powerful too, much stronger than the shadow of Voldemort’s name.

‘You can love’, he adds, his voice tender now, and though Ginny can think of a lot of people that she loves - her family, her friends -, she thinks of another type of love, one that she hopes to share with someone someday.

Not anyone. Maybe a special someone, she thinks, admiring the green in his eyes.

‘You can too’, she whispers back. There is a flash of surprise on his eyes, and Ginny wonders if Harry ever heard that he is loved; if he remembers it. But she doesn’t doubt that he can love and he knows it; he is too compassionate to not feel love.

And she wonders if he ever thinks of sharing a different kind of love with someone too.

But for now, she just picks up the book on the floor and gives it back to him.

‘It is just a book’, she says, raising.

Harry nods. ‘Just a stupid book’, he agrees.

‘I’m gonna sleep now - good night, Harry’.

‘Good night’. There is a pause. ‘Catch the snitch tomorrow, yes?’

‘I will wait for you with the snitch on my hand’, she promises him, giving him a small smile. ‘It’s a promise’.

Something flickers in Harry’s eyes, a faint glint of hope that makes Ginny think that tomorrow might be better. Tomorrow might be the day where their dance change tunes. ‘I’ll be waiting’.

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