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professor regulus back - r.b x female reader

Blurb: the whole castle is just waiting for professor black and professor y/l/n (your/last/name) to get together and with a little help from harry potter, they do Based off this blurb Word Count: 6.2k A/N: there is also jily, wolfstar, and minor mention of ron x lavender in here which i'm not sure why because i am a diehard ronmione shipper. anyways, this is just pure fluff. like it's just all fluff in here

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This really wasn’t anyone’s fault. If anyone was to blame, it was really Harry’s. But there was no way she would ever blame the young child for outing her crush. Sure, she wanted to ask him what on earth was going through his head when he thought it would be a great idea to say the things he said, but she wasn’t going to blame him for it.

It had started out fine this morning, but she was unaware of what was currently happening in the castle that would eventually flip this whole day upside down.

“And then you flick your wand and,” he flicked his wand, “orchideous.” A bouquet of flowers appeared out of James Potter’s wand. The group of third years ‘ahh’ed and he was feeling good about it. “You didn't hear this from me,” the professor continued, “but this is a great way to impress someone you’re interested in,” he said, cheekily winking at the now laughing class.

“That’s horrible advice.” His head snapped over to the new voice in the doorway of his class. A grin washed over his face at his wife who was pushing herself off from leaning on the doorframe and entering his classroom. “That’s never impressed me.” The students were hysterical and Professor Evans had a humorous smile on her lips, glad that her comment received the desired effect.

“Lil-Professor,” James whined, knowing that it would take ages before his class finally settled.

“Do you mind if I quickly speak to you outside?” James gave her a quick nod.

“Behave.” He raised an eyebrow sternly at his class who were beginning to settle down, but a stupid grin was quickly replaced on his face as he walked over to meet his wife.

While Professor Evans hurriedly told James that she had accidentally left her graded assignments in his bag, the class happily chatted amongst themselves.

“Your parents are so cute,” gushed Lavender Brown to Harry Potter. It was annoying having his parents as teachers at his school, especially his teachers, but everyone liked his parents so really it could’ve been worse.

Except he really hated when people said stuff like this to him. He got it. His parents were disgustingly cute. He didn’t need reminding.

“Sure,” he muttered, before going back to pretending to write notes. It was much easier than having this awful conversation.

Harry thought that Lavender had realised that he really didn’t want to have this conversation and backed off. But just as she had finished saying it Professor Potter re-entered the classroom, after giving his wife her marked papers, and the class fell silent.

Harry didn’t really give it a second thought, but the rest of the third year class were obsessed. It wasn’t uncommon for Professor Potter and Professor Evans (who technically was also Professor Potter, but kept her maiden name to make things less confusing) to share a moment that students saw, but when they did it was usually all anyone would talk about until something else exciting happened.

This was why when Harry was chatting to Ron about their next Hogsmeade trip, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes when Lavender came up beside him and said, “Harry, I’m serious. Your parents are the cutest couple ever.”

“I know,” Harry sighed, “I live with them.” He had been hearing this from his classmates for the last three years and he wasn’t sure how he was going to last another four.

“Nah mate,” Ron said, looking over at Lavender before smirking at Harry, “she’s got a point, your parents are pretty cute.” Harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes again and give Ron an incredulous look. Him too? Ron knew how much it annoyed him so he wasn’t sure what game he was trying to play.

And that was the only topic they seemed to care about as they made their way to The Great Hall for lunch.

“Do you remember that time he was late to class because he had walked her to her classroom?” Hermione asked, causing them all to giggle at the memory.

“Or the time they kept interrupting McGonagall’s beginning of the year speech and she turned around and told them to stop giggling like a bunch of school kids,” Dean chimed in and Harry thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Does it annoy you, Harry, that basically your whole family are professors here?” Parvati asked, causing Harry to look up from his lunch and sigh. “Yes,” he replied quickly, but either no one was paying attention or they chose to ignore him.

“Well I want to know what’s going on with Professor Black and Professor y/l/n,” Seamus added and Harry’s head instantly snapped towards him.

“What do you mean Professor Black and Professor y/l/n? There’s nothing going on between her and Sirius.” They all gave him incredulous looks. They knew Harry wasn’t the most observant, but was he really that clueless?”

“Not that Professor Black,” Hermione explained as they all watched a look of realisation come over Harry’s face.

“Oh, you mean Regulus?” They all nodded.

“They’re always together and they think we don’t notice, but they’re always looking at each other.” Parvati exclaimed.

“I swear I’ve never seen one of them without the other,” Hermione added.

Harry was genuinely thinking about it.

“Yeah, I guess they’ve always been like that,” he shrugged, “even during the summer break they spend all their time together. My parents reckon they’ll get together by the end of the year, but Sirius and Remus say they’ll at least take another year to realise they both like each other.” Harry went back to eating as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb so casually during lunch.

Every student in Hogwarts loved to get their noses involved in everything they possibly could. They were nosey. They were constantly asking the Professors about their personal lives, hoping they’d get distracted and tell them all the gossip instead of actually teaching. Usually, it mainly worked on Professor Potter.

They’d just have to casually mention how they liked Professor Evan’s hair up like that and he would say, “it does look nice, doesn’t it?” And they’d agree because they were being sincere. But then he would continue. “But really she looks pretty no matter how her hair is. She could cut it off and I’d love her just the same. Or she could dye it. That’d be interesting, don't you think?” And for the next fifteen minutes they would continue the conversation until Professor Potter realised the time. “Okay no more!” He’d exclaim, walking quickly to the front of the room. “We’re here to learn Transfiguration.” And maybe the students were only partially successful in distracting their professor, but they were completely successful in extracting new information about his relationship with Professor Evans and they were more than happy to let the rest of the school know what they had just found out.

Professor Potter and Evans were usually the most common targets. Their relationship was public, they even had a kid! But there were two other professors who the students liked to quiz. Professor Black and Professor y/l/n.

“Professor?” A student would ask and Professor y/ln was making her way quickly over to what she thought was to help a struggling student. “Have you seen Professor Black today?”

“Why?” She was used to students asking her about Regulus and so she folded her arms and sighed, upset that she couldn’t help the student with school work.

“Well he wasn’t at breakfast today,” they shrugged, “and neither were you, was something wrong?” They fluttered their eyelashes, trying to look innocent. But Professor y/ln had had this conversation plenty of times. Just today she’d been asked about Professor Black twice already and this was only her first class of the day.

“We were both fine, we just had some work to go over before classes started, now do you need any help with the work I set?” The answer was ‘no’ and with a quick huff she turned around and went back to the front of the classroom.

Her students knew that the one way to annoy her was to bring up Professor Black, and maybe, she gave in to it as well. She'd dramatically roll her eyes at them when they asked about him, and huff when they tried to change the subject from learning to Professor Black. But it was always in good fun. The students loved her and they would laugh and she’d shake her head at them because they were so persistent.

They would try the same on Professor Black.

“Professor?” A student would ask and Professor Black would make his way over to help the struggling student. “Do you like how Professor y/l/n cut her hair?” This had worked plenty of times with Professor Potter, surely it would work on Regulus as well.

Regulus thought that every time he told his students, “this is not an appropriate conversation to be having,” he was genuinely letting them know that this was not an appropriate conversation to be having. But really, it just made him sound defensive and even if his answer was, “how Professor y/l/n cuts her hair is none of my business, but it does suit her, I guess,” and didn’t really give them any good gossip to share, the way his cheeks would gain colour and he’d quickly excuse himself from the conversation was confirmation enough.

Because every student knew that there just had to be something going on between the two professors. Which was why, after Harry had so casually mentioned that even other professors were rooting for the couple to get together, the group of Gryffindors thought it would only be fair if they alerted the rest of the school. It just wouldn’t be generous of them to sit on this piece of information without sharing it.

Besides, neither professor was sitting at the Head Table during lunch and that only fuelled the rumour mill which was already running.

Professor y/ln and Professor Black were currently in Professor y/l/n’s classroom.

“They were just so restless,” she complained, “I wanted to pull my hair out by the end of it.” She was sitting on her desk, palms flat on the wood as she dangled her legs off the edge. “They just wouldn’t listen, I swear they just keep getting worse.” Regulus was leaning against one of the student’s desks. His arms wrapped around his chest as he smiled at her, listening to her complain about her first year class.

“Well lucky for you we have our break together today.” There was one day every fortnight where they both shared a free period and both of them were living in a cycle of waiting for that day to arrive, living that day, and then going back to waiting for that day to arrive. It was in the afternoon as well so it was like they got an early mark. It was the best day.

“I know,” she groaned, “that’s honestly the only thing that’s keeping me going.” There was a beat of silence. “I have my seventh years now and usually they’re fine, but they’ve been testing me lately.” She didn’t want to tell him exactly how they had been ‘testing’ her because it was too hard to explain.

But really, now that the seventh years were in their last year they were getting restless. They had started their first year with Professor y/l/n and Professor Black and they were sure that they would get together by the time they graduated, and yet they weren’t. So now it seemed that they were trying to get all the information they could before they left the castle and left the drama that resided in it.

“So have mine, actually,” Regulus said, for they had been ‘testing’ him in the exact same way.

“Oh well,” she sighed when the bell rang and stood up from her desk, “I guess I’ll see you this afternoon.” Regulus pushed himself off the desk and they both took a step closer to the other.

“I guess so.” Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him. There was a smile ghosting on both of their lips. It was obvious that they had feelings for each other. Obvious to everyone except them. No one really knew why the other hadn’t made a first move. Professor Evans had told her millions of times that it was obvious he felt the same way and Professor Sirius Black had told Regulus a million of times that it was obvious she felt the same way.

Professor Potter and Professor Lupin told them that the couple needed to get there on their own. And they would get there. Eventually. Everyone just had to give them time.

They were still standing apart from the other, smiling stupidly, and if it weren’t for a group of seventh year students entering the room, they probably could’ve stayed like that for a lot longer.

Regulus cleared his throat.

“Well I better get going.”

“Bye.” She smiled at him and he smiled back before he made his way out of the classroom. She turned around to face the few students who had walked in and found their desk. They were all sharing looks and knowing smirks. They probably should have felt bad that they had interrupted a moment between two professors, but they were glad to have something to spread once this lesson was over.

“Good afternoon,” Professor y/ln said cheerily, “how was your lunch?”

“It was good,” one of them answered, “where were you at lunch?” They asked, giving her a knowing look. They were a little giddy after the information had spread about the two professors from a group of third year Gryffindors and were maybe feeling a little brave about how they went about it.

“Oh, I had so much work to do, I just stayed in here and ate,” she sighed, “and worked,” she added. It wasn’t necessarily a lie. She did have a lot of work to do and she did stay in here and eat, but she did not work.

“Professor Black wasn’t there either, was he here with you?” Another student asked, a cheeky grin on their face. Professor y/l/n gave them a defeated look.

“I’m sure Professor Black is very busy and has a lot of work to do as well.” She deflected, raising her eyebrows at the student to let them know that the conversation was over. He did have a lot of work to do as well, anyways. He had told her so when they sat in this very room less than half an hour ago and had lunch together.

It was easier this way. This way they didn’t have the whole student body watching their every move. Neither of them wanted to explain that that was the reason they didn’t want to eat in the Great Hall, but luckily both of them were on a similar wavelength and so when Regulus had said one day, “I think I’m going to eat alone in my classroom, do you want to join?” She had happily said yes without asking further questions. Now, they did this regularly and blamed their work on the reason for doing so. It seemed it was one of the only times they got to spend time together without the whole castle watching their every move.

“He said what?!” Her, and all of the students currently sat in the classroom turned to look at the next group of students entering. “Oh, sorry professor,” they laughed when they saw the confused look on her face. The new group of students went to take their seats and the professor leant back on her desk.

“Who said what?” She queried. So maybe she did enjoy a good piece of gossip every now and again. She was once a Hogwarts student herself.

“Oh, nothing,” the student mumbled. She didn’t want to push it. There was a very delicate line between getting along with your students and getting too friendly with them and she was very conscious not to cross it.

“Well, when you say it like that it makes me want to know.” Her tone was cheerful to let them know that she wasn’t being serious, but the student only looked at her sheepishly. It made her curious, but she wasn’t going to push it, she had a class to teach.

Professor Black was having similar experiences.

“Professor?” One of his fifth year students called out while they were doing the work he had set. He walked calmly over, eager to help his students. “What do you think of Professor y//l/n?” While Professor y/l/n was a bit more relaxed when students asked questions about her personal life, Regulus could not say the same. He was a very private person and this definitely extended to his students.

“I don’t know how this relates to your work?” He queried, raising an eyebrow at the student and the one’s sitting around them who were currently giggling.

“Well we were just wondering if you were friends, it’s weird to think that the professors all talk to each other. Do you talk to Professor y/l/n often? I think if I was a professor I’d be friends with her. She’s so nice and funny, I bet she’d be great to hang out with.” The student rambled, finding it humorous how Professor Black tried to keep his expression neutral.

“Professor y/l/n is a very lovely person, we are colleagues and we get along. I also get along with Professor Evans, and Professor McGonagall, if you’re so curious to know. I get along with most professors.” He shrugged. He tried to make it sound friendly and playful, but it only sounded defensive. “Now, let’s get back on topic.” The students giggled as he walked away.

When that group of students left and the next group walked in, both Professor Black and Professor y/l/n seemed to have the same experience.

Halfway through the lesson when the students were doing their work a group of students were chatting noisily and giggling.

“What are you talking about?” Professor y/l/n asked. Hovering over their desks and giving them a confused look.

“What’s going on?” Professor Regulus asked, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Professor?” These two students in each classroom asked. “Do you think Professor y/l/n is cute?” Regulus’ student asked. “Do you think Professor Black is cute?” Her student asked.

Usually their students were a bit more subtle than that, but there had just been too much excitement today. Firstly there was that little comment Harry had made at lunch and then there was the knowledge that they had spent lunch together and that they got along. Which really, wasn’t new information to anyone, but was still exciting nonetheless.

“Excuse me?” Both Professors had asked. This was completely unprofessional.

“Do you think they're cute?’ Both students queried.

Professor y/l/n squinted her eyes at them. It was a group of second year students. They were so young, they obviously wanted her to say yes. She wanted to humour them and so she smirked at them and replied, “of course,” as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and then she promptly walked away. She laughed to herself as she heard the students yell, banging the desk and shouting at each other that they knew it all along. She really hoped Regulus wouldn’t hear about this.

Professor Black went still. “I don’t think that’s an appropriate question.” He tried to laugh, but it sounded very awkward. It was the same group of seventh years Professor y/l/n had just had and so they were a bit high on the excitement of the relationship between the two professors.

“C’mon,” they whined and he started to think about it. These students had been asking him about Professor y/l/n since the first week they started and every single time he had dodged the question. He really wanted to humour them and so he sighed, pretending as if they had finally beaten him down.

“Of course I think she’s cute.” He shook his head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and he walked away from the silent group who were speechless that Professor Black had finally given them some insight into his private life. He really hoped Professor y/l/n wouldn’t hear about this.

Both professor’s hearts were pounding. What were they thinking? It was a bad judgement on their behalf. Word was going to get around quickly and the other would probably find out that they had admitted they thought they were cute. Which wasn’t a lie, but still, was definitely a mess.

But they continued their class and tried to figure out how they would explain themselves to the other if it came up.

And word did get around quickly. There was still one last session of the day and not even five minutes into it, the whole school was aware that Professor Black and Professor y/l/n had finally admitted that they thought the other was cute.

It was a nice sunny day outside and so when Professor Black reached Professor y/l/n’s office in their free period, they decided it would be fun to sit outside and enjoy the nice weather while it lasted.

They didn’t say much on the walk down, but as soon as they sat down on the soft grass, they both sighed.

“Today has been a weird day,” Regulus said and she agreed. It had been a weird day. Her students were a lot more pushy about her and Regulus, but she wasn’t going to admit it to him. “Students say the strangest things, don’t you think?” She was so tired that when she agreed with him once more, she almost told him about what her second years had asked her.

“I swear, they’re too nosey for their own good.” She shook her head and laughed. “They barely got any work done today, I’ve been so stressed.”

Regulus was resting on his elbows, his legs stretched straight out. She was sitting cross legged, facing his side as she mindlessly tugged on the soft grass.

They sat like that and talked. New students would say that Regulus was awkward. He was quiet and shy. Which, really, he was when you compared him to the excitable Professor Potter or the loud (other) Professor Black. But by their second year they’d say that he was still definitely awkward, but it just took time for him to be funny and get comfortable with a new class. Which was similar to his friends as well.

But he was comfortable with her and no longer awkward which was why they happily spent the next half hour chatting and laughing. Their eyes squinting as the sun began to set and their thighs itching from the grass beneath them.

They enjoyed that peaceful half hour together, which was nice, because as they made their way up to the castle they were blissfully ignorant to the shit show that was about to go down.

During that last period of the day Professor Evans and Professor Lupin seemed to be at the end of the students' endless questions.

“Professor Evans?” A student asked before she could even start the lesson. “Do you think Professor Black and Professor y/l/n are secretly dating?” That student mustn’t have been very bright. A bright student would have asked Professor Potter who would’ve said, “no way! If they were actually dating they wouldn’t be able to hide it from anyone.” And would have proceeded to talk about it for another five minutes until he would feel guilty and quickly redirect the conversation.

Professor Evans, on the other hand, was not impressed.

“That is a completely inappropriate question,” she chided.

“Well Harry said that you think they’ll date by the end of the year,” another student chimed in.

“He said what?” She practically screeched. And so they told her everything that they had heard had happened at lunch and by the end of it, Lily was fuming. She knew Harry didn’t mean to create such a mess, he was her very clueless baby, but she needed to get to the bottom of this to make things right and she was wasting precious class time in doing so.

Professor Lupin was also having a similar conversation with his students at the end of class. He really just wanted to go have dinner and enjoy the rest of his afternoon, but a group of students were giggling, taking their time to pack up and leave and when one of them said, “no you ask him!” Remus thought he would save them all some time and said, “Ask me what?”

“Well,” one of them said sheepishly, “do you think Professor Black and Professor y/l/n will really start dating next year.” He furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion.

“Excuse me?” The student repeated the question. “That’s hardly an appropriate question.” The students were looking nervous, but they still stood there, waiting for his answer. When he didn’t respond they explained what Harry had said at lunch and their professor sighed. Oh, Harry, he thought, what have you done?

“Professor Black and Professor y/l/n are two adults who can get to wherever they need to be by themselves and we should let them get there themselves, without interfering.” It wasn’t really the answer they wanted, but they still took it and went out into the castle to tell everyone what their professor had just said.

Lily immediately found Harry and when he saw the look on his mother’s face he began racking his brain for everything he had done wrong and yet, he was coming up short.

“What did you do?” She hissed at him, motioning for him to follow her.

“What did I do?” He asked cluelessly, trailing behind her.

“What did you tell everyone about Professor Black and Professor y/l/n?” They were inside an empty classroom and she had her arms folded across her chest, tapping her fingers impatiently as she waited for her son to answer.

“Oh,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, oh!” They stood there in silence for a moment. Really, what was Lily going to do? She couldn’t technically punish Harry for it or take points from Gryffindor. He hadn’t really done anything wrong, he had just done something really stupid.

There was also the chance that neither Professor Black nor Professor y/l/n had heard what had been said so she settled for a, “Harry, you really need to think before you speak, yeah?” He nodded. “And if they found out you really need to apologise, okay?” He nodded again. She let him walk out.

When Professor Black and Professor y/l/n finally made it back into the castle, students were making their way to dinner.

“I just need to go to my office quickly, but I’ll see you in the Great Hall?” Regulus asked, and she nodded. Watching him walk away.

“No, I’m serious.” She was walking alone to the Great Hall and there were students chattering all around her, but she couldn’t help but listen in on the conversation between two of her students walking in front of her. It was that same student who wouldn’t tell her who had said what after lunch. “He said he thinks she’s cute.” A part of her wondered who had said they thought she was cute. Another part of her smiled. It reminded her of her own days being a student, gossiping about who was dating who.

“And did you hear what Harry said about them?” Her ears perked up at Harry’s name. It was totally wrong to be eavesdropping on this conversation, but she couldn’t help it. She was intrigued now.

“Yeah, even the professors think they’re dating, I swear if they don’t get together by the time we finish Hogwarts.” They left the sentence open ended and for some reason her heart was pounding in her chest.

“Professor y/l/n?” She turned around at the sound of her voice and smiled when she saw Professor Lupin.

He asked how she was and how her day had been and once they commented on the weather he winced.

“I have to ask,” he said, “have you heard the latest gossip?” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, answering his question. He sighed and explained what his students had told him. “I just wanted to let you know before you find out by a student, I'll save you some awkwardness.” He gave her a sympathetic look and she sighed.

“I appreciate it. Thanks Remus.” She gave him a sad smile.

She was trying really hard not to freak out. Not that she’d ever admit it, but this was all Harry’s fault. The students were always pushy, but his comment had seemed to push him over the edge. What if Regulus found out? This put them in such an awkward position. What if Regulus didn’t like her back?

She really liked Regulus. That was no lie. She thought he was handsome and smart and he was so nice to hang out with. And while she wasn’t brave enough to tell him this, she was sure that it was completely obvious to the rest of her friends.

It was.

When Regulus was making his way to his office he ran into none other than Professor Evans.

“Regulus,” she said when she saw him. He greeted her and when she stopped to talk to him he did the same, eager to hear what she had to say. They spoke often and they were friendly, but it was unusual for her to stop him like this. “I have to tell you something,” she grimaced and she told him the whole story.

Regulus frowned and sighed when she finished telling him.

“I’m sorry, I’ve already told Harry off he ne-”

“It’s fine,” Regulus chuckled, even if he was freaking out inside. He would never admit it, but this was all Harry’s fault. This put them in such an awkward position. What if she didn’t like him back? “Does she know?”

“I haven’t told her yet.” He nodded his head and Professor Evans bit her lip, wondering if she should really say what was one her mind. “You know she likes you too.” She did say what was on her mind.

“Really?” Regulus’ heart was pounding.

Regulus really liked her. That was no lie. He thought she was pretty and smart and she was so nice to hang out with. And while he wasn’t brave enough to tell her this, he was sure that it was completely obvious to the rest of his friends. It was.

“Yeah.” She gave him a tight lipped smile and walked away, leaving him to his own thoughts.

When everyone was finally in the Great Hall, Professor y/l/n and Professor Black sitting next to each other, as usual, Regulus turned to her and smiled. It was now or never he thought.

“I had an interesting experience today,” he smirked and she raised an eyebrow at him. “A student asked me if I thought you were cute.” Her whole body turned hot. She didn’t know what to say and so she told him the truth.

“Someone asked me if you were cute as well!” She knew it wasn’t a coincidence. It was because of Harry that her students had been so unsettled today and constantly asking questions about the professor sitting next to her. They both let out a laugh, both understanding why this had happened. “Well,” she bit her lip, “what did you say?” She wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know the answer, but maybe knowing it would let her know where her relationship with him would be going.

Regulus’ eyes sparkled and he tried to fight his smile, but she was beaming up at him and he couldn’t help himself. “I said ‘of course’.” She giggled at that, suddenly no longer interested in her food. “And what did you say?”

“Of course,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Regulus hummed.

“Interesting,” he commented, “I think you’re cute,” he pointed to her, “and you think I’m cute,” he pointed to himself. “Maybe we could do something about that?”

“Maybe we should.” They both had a knowing look on their face, neither one of them able to contain their smiles. And so they sat there, in front of the whole school, giggling like a couple of lovesick teenagers as they planned their first date.

The whole school was watching them interact and for the first time, the professors blocked them out. It wouldn’t take long for them to find out they were dating now anyways. And it didn’t.

At first, they weren’t going to tell anyone, but they thought they should tell Lily and Remus because they had so kindly told them what had happened and so Harry didn’t get into too much trouble. But then, of course, Lily told James and Remus told Sirius and the very next day a bunch of seventh years walked into Professor Sirius Black’s class.

“I’m telling you,” a student said to his group of friends, “if they don’t get together by the time we graduate I am personally going to go up to them and set them up on a date.”

“That,” Sirius said, “sounds like a horrible idea.” He sat on one of the desks close to them and folded his arms across his chest.

“You don’t even know who we’re talking about,” one of them said.

“Well I won’t if you don’t tell me.”

“Professor Black and Professor y/l/n.” Sirius’ eyes sparkled. Sirius loved to gossip with his class and he knew what he was doing. He was probably the only teacher the students wouldn’t get in trouble from for gossiping, if anything, he would only encourage it. He was the one who was always planting ideas in his students' heads.

“Okay,” he would say one day to his first years, very early on in the year, “did anyone else notice that Professor Black and Professor y/l/n couldn’t stop looking at each other at breakfast?”

And maybe the students would have realised there was something going on between the two professors by themselves, but they realised a lot quicker with the help of Sirius.

It was all in good fun, Sirius thought. The two professors just needed a push and he hoped that the students would provide that. It was his brother, he just wanted the best for him.

“Well,” he whispered, leaning in closer to them, “you didn’t hear this from me, but they’re going on their first date on the next Hogsmeade trip.” He winked at them and then stood up and walked back to the front of the classroom, revelling in the squeals of delight and shouts of ‘finally’ from the group of seventh years.

Surely, there had to be a record for the quickest time a piece of gossip spread around Hogwarts, but whatever it was, it had to have been beaten by this news. By the time the session was over it seemed the whole school knew. Which was exceptional considering Professor Black had only let one student out to go to the bathroom.

Professor Black and Professor y/l/n knew that the whole school would eventually find out and they took it in stride.

“You’re finally dating!” A group of students cheered during the next session and Professor y/l/n rolled her eyes. That didn’t take long.

“We haven’t even gone on a first date yet,” she exclaimed.

“Can we come with you?” One of her students asked.

“Definitely not.”

“We all knew you’d eventually get together.” One of Professor Black’s students said and this time, Regulus didn’t remind them that this was an inappropriate conversation.

“Will you get off our backs now?” Regulus asked, letting out a small chuckle.

“Definitely not.”

And they didn’t. The students only began asking more questions. Cooing whenever Regulus would walk her to class, their eyes never leaving the two when they would chat at the Head Table in hopes they would catch some romantic moment between the two professors, and, of course, begging them to tell them everything that happened on their dates.

So really, they couldn’t blame Harry. If anything, they really had to thank him, but Lily and James were not too keen on that idea. He didn’t need any encouragement, and really, he didn’t.

“You know,” Harry said one morning while his friends were talking about Professor Black and Professor y/l/n, “if it wasn’t for what I said, they would never have gotten together.”

“I want to tell you that you shouldn’t have been so clueless,” Hermione said, “but I'm also really glad they’re together.”

“So,” Lavender started, “do you have any more information on the professors?”

“Well,” Harry really should have learnt from the first time, but unfortunately he didn’t, “I think Remus and Sirius are going to get married soon, but-”

“Wait, Professor Lupin and Professor Black are dating?”

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Day 119: Hope

Harry was always alone.

It sounded a bit dramatic, a little pitiable, and more than a little untrue.

Because he was always out with friends. He had pub nights with large groups of people, he went and took those wine and paint classes with Luna and Ginny every other week, and a cooking class with Ron and Pansy on the off week. He met George, Ron, and Seamus for lunch on Thursday afternoons. Hermione dragged him to a book club with Draco once a month. He met Hermione for breakfast on Tuesdays and had dinner with Ron and Hermione every Monday (and often Fridays, too). Neville invited him for tea every Sunday and there was always someone different there with them.

Still, there was something that always separated him from his friends. All of his friends were buying houses, getting married, having babies, getting pets (or in Neville’s case carnivorous plants). And he was just... stuck.

“Well, well,” a smooth baritone voice said behind him, interrupting his sulk at the bar of the Leaky, and a smile tilted up the corner of Harry’s mouth against his will. “If it isn’t the savior himself.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Are you going to sit down?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at the other man.

Silver eyes gleamed in amusement, “that depends.”

“On?”

“Whether you’re going to buy me dinner. It has been a long day.”

(Read more below the cut)

“Oh?” Harry said, nudging the chair next to him back with his toe. “Well it’s a good thing I ordered the shepherd’s pie, then. You and I both know that’s always big enough for two.”

“Were you expecting me then?” Draco asked with a pleased grin as he plopped down in the chair next to him.

“Nope,” Harry said. Strictly speaking, this was true, he’d been hoping the other man might show up but not expecting him to. “I just like to have leftovers.”

Draco laughed at Harry as the bartender slid an old fashioned across the counter to him, “thank you,” Draco said, nodding to the man who all but ignored him.

Harry inhaled to say something about the man’s rudeness (an action he knew was futile since he’d done it several times) but Draco put a hand on his arm and took a sip of his drink. “Not worth it,” he said.

Harry sighed at him, “Tell me about work.”

Draco grinned, it was a sort of grin that Harry used to hate when they were younger. It was a grin that meant Draco had been particularly vicious in the courtroom today. With relish he began telling Harry about the woman and her child whom he had defended against a powerful, abusive husband. How he’d eviscerated the man on the stand and freed the two of them from his grasp.

“It was brilliant,” he finished with a sigh.

“Sounds like it,” Harry replied, resting his cheek in his hand.

Draco gave him a little smile. It had taken a long time to get here, even a year ago Draco would have been looking at him, trying to work out if Harry had meant it sincerely. “Tell me about your day,” he said.

“Oh, you know how it is,” Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sitting around in board meetings, trying to make sure that the people who actually know something get heard. Watching people who only want what’s best for themselves trying to make people believe they want what’s best for everyone.”

He laughed and took a sip of his drink, “I don’t understand how or why you do it.”

“Well someone’s got to, don’t they?” he asked. “Might as well use my fame to some advantage. Help people. You know,” he said, shrugging one shoulder and picking at the label on his beer.

“Come away with me,” Draco said suddenly.

“Sorry?”

The other man grinned at him, “I’m going on vacation. I’m leaving tomorrow for a week on the beach on an island. Come with me.”

“What? Why?”

The smile that had been so bright a moment ago started to dim, “Nevermind. It’s a stupid idea. Forget I said anyth-”

“Draco,” Harry said, realizing he’d misunderstood. He put his hand on his forearm. “I’d love to. Seriously, I would love nothing more than to go and spend a week on the beach with you. I just,” he trailed off, “why would you want me to?”

“Because you’re always moping. And you’re always doing things for everyone else. And you’re bloody lonely.” He shook his head, “And no one sees it.”

“Except you, apparently,” Harry huffed.

The corner of Draco’s mouth tipped up, “Except me. Come on,” he said.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, Potter. Fucking seriously.”

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The beach was fantastic.

Harry had never been to the beach for a vacation and he enjoyed every sun soaked minute.

Draco watched him with an expression that Harry couldn't entirely parse out. It was amused, and fond, and exasperated, and something else entirely all at once. "I don't get you," Draco said eventually, after they'd spent half the day by the ocean; lounging, swimming, drinking, and laughing.

"What do you mean?"

Draco shrugged and took a sip of his sangria before he continued, "You're wealthy, you have time, you obviously enjoy it here; why haven't you done this before?"

He frowned, "Well who wants to go on a vacation alone?"

The corner of Draco's mouth tipped up, "I'd planned to go alone. I have actually taken several vacations alone."

"Sorry, I didn't mean-"

Draco waved him off, "It's fine. I'm not offended I just," he shrugged helplessly, "I find you fascinating."

"You find me fascinating?" he asked incredulously.

"Haven't I always?" he replied wryly.

He huffed but couldn't argue considering that he'd been equally obsessed with the other man for most of their lives at this point.

"You could have done anything," Draco said, "There's nothing that the wizarding world wouldn't have given you. If you'd wanted to go on vacation and not be alone you could have had your pick of witches or wizards who would have gladly gone with you. If you wanted to be married with half a dozen children all you would have needed to do was pick the person." He shook his head, "You could have done anything you wanted, been anything you wanted, had anything you wanted but you've chosen a career that makes you miserable and you've chosen to be alone which makes you miserable." He shook his head again, "I don't get it."

"But how can I know if I'm actually good enough?" Harry asked. "How can I know if I'm good at my job or if it was just given to me because I'm Harry Potter? How can I know if the person who agrees to marry me is with me because I'm me or because I'm Harry Potter?"

"All this time I thought that you weren't on to me," he teased.

He rolled his eyes, "You know what I mean."

"You know what I think?" Draco asked as he leaned back in his beach chair and slipped his sunglasses back in place.

"I couldn't possibly guess," he replied.

The corner of Draco's mouth tipped up, "I think you're just scared."

He frowned at the other man even though Draco wasn't looking at him, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me perfectly," he replied, "You're scared."

"Of what?" he asked incredulously.

"Of being loved," he said simply. "Afraid that if you let someone love you, you'll have to let them in. You'll have to let them see all the dark, broken, twisty bits because it's not love if it's not honest."

"Oh and I suppose you're so much better at that," he snapped.

Draco snorted, "Hardly. I'm just willing to live my life until I've found someone who I'll be able to share those jagged pieces with."

He glared at the leg of the other man's chair, "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Alright," Draco replied agreeably.

"I'm going for a walk."

He nodded and yawned, "I think I'm going to take a nap, the sun feels nice."

Harry got up and trudged away without another word, trying to decide if Draco Malfoy was full of shit or if he might just know what he was talking about.

The longer he walked and the more he turned what Draco had said over and over in his head, the more he knew that the only person whom he would trust to see his dark bits was Draco Malfoy.

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When he got back from his walk Draco was reading a book.

"You might be right," Harry said.

He hummed, "Not to brag but I usually make a point of being right."

Harry collapsed into the sand and stared out at the waves rolling in. "Can I ask you something?"

"Nothing has stopped you so far."

He huffed, "Have you ever been in love."

"Yes," the other man replied.

"How did you know?" Harry asked.

Draco hummed thoughtfully, "I woke up one day and realized that I loved his imperfections more than I loved the perfect image I'd created of him," he said. "I realized that I'm happiest when I'm with him, that he makes me feel brave in my fear and strong in my vulnerability."

"He sounds pretty great," Harry said, swallowing down the bitterness.

"He's also completely oblivious," Draco added. "And normally that would irritate me but his humility is part of his charm."

His heart beat a little quicker, "Is that so?"

Draco grinned, "Yes. And he's not too bad on the eyes, either," he added. "He's got a lovely complexion, fantastic long, dark hair. And his eyes," he let out a low whistle, "A bloke could get lost in those eyes and he wouldn't mind staying in the lovely green of summer."

Harry's mouth went dry and he couldn't quite find any words or summon any courage. Hope blossomed dangerously inside of his chest, expanding and expanding until Harry feared there wasn't room for a shred of doubt.

"He's rather fit, too," Draco continued, giving Harry a once over that even he wasn't oblivious enough to have missed. "And you wouldn't believe his arse," he added, "exquisite."

Harry laughed at that, "You're ridiculous," he said as he bent toward the other man. "I like you, too," he whispered.

"Took you long enough to figure it out," Draco teased.

He reached up and pulled Draco's sunglasses off his face, "I'm going to kiss you," he murmured.

"Took you long enough," he repeated before reaching up to cup Harry's cheek in his palm and draw Harry in.

With a sigh, Harry happily gave himself over to the kiss, over to Draco; knowing that his heart was finally in good hands.

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Day 118: Glass | Day 120: Tough

#100 drabbles in 100 days #one year of drarry drabbles #fluff #love confessions #friends to lovers #vacation #drarry #drarry ficlet #drarry drabbles #thanks for the prompt

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keijislove · 3 years

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Can i request #2 and 3 from the prompt list with Harry x Reader please but make it a happy ending? Thank you!!

A/N: Hi anon, omg this was so much fun to write!!! I love Harry and feel that there is not much Harry x reader content out there, so here you go! Hope you like it 😊

‘And then they lived happily ever after!’ Cho finished reading as the girls around her squealed in excitement.

You merely snorted.

‘Why do all of your books have sappy endings?’ you questioned Cho as she looked at you incredulously.

‘Well, its fun to read.’ Cho shrugged. ‘If you were in Ravenclaw, you could be reading diverse romances instead of those stupid muggle books you like so much. For example, what’s this you’re reading?’

She snatched your book and looked at the words you’d been reading.

‘Real love is rare but fake words and promises are everywhere.’ She read out before looking at you. ‘See, this is why you feel so lonely, Y/N. if you’re gonna be reading miserable books like that, then I can’t blame you for being droopy most of the time.’

‘It’s not miserable, Cho.’ You contradicted. ‘It’s a little something called reality.’

Cho snorted. ‘Whatever you say.’

‘Besides, I’m not always lonely.’ You continued. ‘I have Hermione and Ron... and Harry too.’

‘And Harry too!’ Cho mocked. ‘Blimey, Y/N I forgot to ask. How’s things between you two?’

At that you looked down. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

Even though you weren’t looking at her, you could almost feel her roll her eyes.

‘You’re lovesick, darling.’ Cho explained. ‘You get this weird glow on your face when you talk about him and your eyes form hearts like in those muggle comics you read. Also, when he’s around, you blush like a tomato. Tell me how this is incorrect?’

You sighed. ‘None of your business, Cho Chang. So what if I like him? I’m probably the 100th girl who does. He has a pretty wide collection of choices, you know. Take Ginny for example. She’s everything I’m not. She’s pretty, popular, outgoing AND she is sweet. I’m a loner, too sarcastic to have too many friends, and it’s not like I can help it anyway. He’d never like me.’

‘Sweetie, what is there not to like in you?’ Cho asked worriedly.

It was one of the many reasons you liked her, she always paid attention to your moods and constantly asked if you were alright.

‘Y’know what Cho, let’s leave it.’ You muttered. ‘I promised Ron I’d help him with his essay anyway. He’s probably eating in the common room. Bye.’

You gave a nod and walked off, but you could feel Cho’s eyes watching you thoughtfully.

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As you walked into the common room, a chorus of noises greeted you.

‘Fine, I’ll give you five galleons I can.’ Harry was saying.

‘Alright mate, whatever you say.’ Said Ron.

‘Five galleons you can do what?’ you questioned, walking up to them.

Harry immediately coughed nervously. ‘Ahem, Y/N! Hi! Ron here was betting I couldn’t, er, sneak down to the kitchens.’

‘If you know Fred and George, doesn’t seem impossible.’ You said in amusement.

‘Someone summon us?’ a voice called behind you as you turned to see Fred standing there.

‘Oh, yeah.’ You spoke. ‘Ron here thinks Harry can’t sneak down to the kitchens, so he put five galleons on that. I was just explaining how anybody who knew you two could probably sneak off to Mars unnoticed.’

‘We are honoured.’ George bowed to you. ‘But Ron, mate, weren’t you betting that Harry couldn’t ask o-’

‘NO, I WASN’T!’ Ron bellowed, causing you to miss what George said.

George’s expression immediately changed.

‘Harry couldn’t ask what?’ you asked.

‘The house elves to make him some food.’ Fred casually spoke.

You narrowly looked at him.

‘Boys.’ You finally muttered, going upstairs.

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You were trying to wrench your bag out of the spot it had decided to get caught in, when a voice startled you.

‘Here, let me help.’

You turned around to see none other than the Chosen One himself.

‘Oh, thanks.’ You said nervously as Harry yanked the bag out of the door.

You grabbed it and turned to leave.

‘Er, Y/N?’ you heard Harry ask.

‘Yeah?’

‘I was wondering if, um, you’d... y-you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me?’ Harry asked.

Your eyes grew wide. ‘Are you asking me out? Like on a date?’

‘Erm, yes.’ He said.

‘Oh.’ You managed to squeak. ‘Oh, Oh! Um, y-yeah, alright, s-sure!’

He flashed you one of his stupidly adorable grins. ‘Brilliant!

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You and Harry had been dating for a few weeks now.

But something was terribly wrong.

Harry had started acting horribly distant, sometimes ignoring you or trying to walk past you in the corridors.

You were on your way to the common room. wondering whatever you could have done to upset him, when his voice caught you before you entered.

‘Ron, I can’t do this anymore.’ He spoke. ‘I know I agreed to your dare that I couldn’t ask Y/N out, but I can’t do this. I’ll give you your galleons, don’t worry.’

‘Well, alright mate.’ You heard Ron say. ‘But I thought you were happy-’

‘I’m not.’

That was enough for you to choke a sob and run off to the deserted Quidditch Pitch.

So that’s what it was.

A dare.

Harry didn’t want to be with you, heck he didn’t even enjoy it.

You kicked away stones in anger, remembering Cho’s voice.

Real love is rare but fake words and promises are everywhere.

That was exactly what the past few weeks were.

Fake love, fake words, fake smiles, fake promises.

It was all fake.

Your thoughts were cut short, as a pair of shoes came skipping by.

‘Oh.’ You heard a familiar voice.

No, go away, please. You thought. I hate you, don’t come near me.

‘Hey, love.’ Harry grinned.

You tried not to gag. ‘Why’re you calling me that?’

He frowned. ‘D-do you not l-like it?’

‘No.’ you coldly responded. ‘You’re here to break up, aren’t you?’

‘What how did you-’ Harry began.

'Is this what this whole relationship was to you? A bloody dare?’ you asked through your tears.

Harry’s eyes widened. ‘You heard...?’

‘Yes, I heard.’ You said. ‘Harry Potter, don’t you ever dare speak to me again.’

With that, you stalked off.

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Even though you’d convinced yourself you’d never speak to him, you couldn’t help but worry about Harry.

The third task was near, and you were wondering if he’d make it.

He’s made it this far, hasn’t he? You thought. He’ll manage, stop thinking about him.

Sitting in the arena, waiting for him to emerge out of the maze, you couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Cho... if he’s back, just let me know.’ You informed the black-haired Ravenclaw, turning to leave.

Just as you turned, a cheer erupted as you whipped around to see Harry carrying something and lying face-front on the ground.

Everyone was cheering, but you squinted at what he was carrying, trying to make out what it was.

When you focused for long enough, your hands flew to your mouth as you let out a blood-curdling scream.

Cedric Diggory’s body.

And it wasn’t moving.

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‘Is he... can I see him?’ you asked Madame Pomphrey.

‘Well, I’m sure he’s asleep, dear.’ She answered, frowning. ‘But in you go.’

You thanked her and went inside.

Harry was not sleeping, but he looked terrible.

‘Oh, Harry.’ You sighed, walking to him.

Still not looking at you, he spoke. ‘You still hate me.’

‘No, I-’ you began. ‘I... I don’t. I’m sorry if I made you feel like that.’

‘I should be the one apologising.’ He said quietly.

You sighed. ‘I’ll be late for Charms... see you soon, Harry.’

You bent down to place a kiss on his cheek.

At that moment, he turned his head abruptly, causing your lips to collide.

Gasping, you pulled back.

Entire body trembling with giddiness, you walked to your class.

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After your little ‘encounter’, Harry went back to ignoring you.

You were sick of it, and one day, while he was returning from Hagrid’s cabin, you cornered him.

‘You can’t hide forever, you know.’ You spoke seriously, arms crossed over your chest.

He didn’t look at you.

Sighing, you stepped forward. ‘We need to talk.’

His head snapped up to meet your eyes.

‘There’s nothing to talk about. I kissed you and you pulled away. End of story.’ He casually said.

‘No, it’s not the end of story.’ You snapped. ‘How could you even, first you fake-date me and then this, I mean for Merlin’s sake Harry, a kiss is supposed to mean something and I-’

‘What makes you think it didn’t mean anything?’ he asked softly.

You gaped at him. ‘You said... you dated me because of a dare and then-’

‘Oh.’ He interrupted. ‘Oh. That’s why you were upset. Oh my god, Y/N, you totally misunderstood me. I... was talking to Ron because I felt that I wasn’t being fair to you... I like you, Y/N. I truly do, and I wanted to date you as well, but I was worried what you’d think when I’d explained it was a dare! And th-then I came to tell you all this, but you seemed so sad, I thought you hated me. Don’t ever think like that, Y/N. That kiss meant everything it was supposed to.’

You remained silent.

Harry blushed and awkwardly scratched his neck. ‘Uhm... and I-I’d like to try that again...’

Your eyes widened as you turned red.

Swallowing your nerves, you leaned forward as he mirrored your actions and met you halfway.

And this time, neither of you pulled back.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x yn #angst #harry potter angst #prompt #harry potter prompt #requested #thanks for requesting!

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weloveharrypotter · 3 years

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Return

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader

Summary: Harry and Y/n have been close friends for a while and their friendship is turning into something more. (This is Sorta an Au where Voldemort died trying to kill Harry. Also Peter pettigrew got arrested and Sirius is cleared. Also Remus stayed the DADA teacher.)

Warning: Cussing?, anxiety/nervousness of meeting new people, I might change the series name but idk yet

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Y/n were walking up to the manor where Sirius was residing in ever since he got cleared.

Y/n and Harry walked next to each other, as Ron and Hermione walked together in front of them.

“How are you feeling?” Y/n asked.

“Excited. I finally get away from them. And maybe I can find out more about my parents, have a family.” Harry said happily.

“Oh so I’m not your family?” Y/n asked jokingly.

Harry rolled his eyes playfully and nudged her.

“You know you are.” He replied.

They made it to the door and they walked in Remus was waiting.

“Hello.” He greeted.

“Hey.” The kids replied kinda at once.

Harry looked over at Y/n and noticed she was nervous. After knowing her for almost 3 years, he was able to tell when she was and wasn’t nervous.

“How about you. How are you feeling?” Harry asked.

“Fine.” Y/n lied.

“You don’t have to lie.” Harry said as he hugged her.

He pulled back a bit so he could look at her.

“What has you nervous?” Harry asked.

“He’s not going to like me.” Y/n said very sure.

“He’ll like you.” Harry tried to reassure.

“Really because I threatened to kill him.” Y/n said.

“You wouldn’t actually do it though.” Harry defended.

“Well.” Ron said from behind them before getting slapped in the stomach by Hermione. Ron mumbled a little ow.

The two pulled away.

“He will love you. And if he doesn’t, I’ll make him.” Harry said.

“Harry.” They herd a familiar voice say.

The two look up and over to the arch way and saw Sirius waiting for him.

“Sirius.” He said happily before running up and hugging him.

Y/n smiled, she was happy to see her best friend so happy.

They hugged each other tightly before they pulled apart. Harry turned and faced us and Sirius put an arm around him.

“Well, come in.” He said.

We all walked in and into the living room.

Remus went to leave the room.

“What are you doing?” Sirius asked.

“In case you forgot, I’m a professor. I have to finish grading things.” He said before he left.

“I have to use the restroom.” Hermione said to Harry.

“I’ll show you.” Harry said.

“I also have to go, so I’ll tag along.” Ron said before quickly leaving with Harry and Hermione.

Y/n knew her friends more than anyone else. Harry and Hermione were doing this on purpose. Ron probably wasn’t though.

She walked over to the couch and sat down. Y/n played with her fingers in her lap while uncomfortable silence surrounded Sirius and her.

He sat down in a couch not to far away from Y/n. A little bit passed before she built up some courage.

“I’m... I’m sorry for Uh, you know, putting my wand in your face and threatening to kill you last time we saw each other.” Y/n said.

An amused smile came to Sirius face.

“It’s fine. You were protecting Harry, I would’ve done the same thing.” He assured.

Y/n nodded and looked back down.

“You don’t need to be on edge. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.” Sirius said.

Y/n scooted back in the couch and sat cris cross. Sirius and Y/n made some light conversation as they waited for the trio to get back.

Soon enough Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in. Harry saw that Y/n was a bit on edge and walked over, and sat by her.

“Hey.” He said quietly.

“Hey.” She replied.

“How are you doing?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged.

“He seems fine.” Y/n replied.

Harry smiled as he grabbed her hand. The group continued to talk.

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It was now dinner, and everyone was grabbing their food.

Harry and Sirius stood next to each other getting their food. Harry looked up and saw Y/n sitting at the table talking to Hermione.

“Did you and Y/n talk?” Harry asked while looking at her.

Sirius looked up at Harry and smiled when he saw how Harry was smiling.

“I did. She seems like a great friend.” Sirius said.

Harry looked down and went back to what he was doing.

“She was worried you wouldn’t like her. For... you know threatening to kill you back when you escaped.” Harry explained.

“Not at all. I don’t blame her, I would’ve done the same thing for you, Remus, James, or anyone that’s cared about you and you care about.” Sirius said.

“Harry! Are you coming anytime soon!?” Y/n called out.

“Yeah, on my way.” Harry replied.

Sirius and Harry went to sit at the table and the group ate as they talked and got to know Sirius and Remus.

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Thank you for reading y’all. I hope you enjoyed, this will be a series and I have some good things planned for it. Also the name might change. ❤️

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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MALEC WEEK - THE ORIGINS

“I once read that vampires who got bit by werewolves have male pattern baldness,” Jace shared matter of factly.

Simon gave a whimper from the couch.

“Jace, stop it!” Clary warned.

“Enough with the chatting!” Magnus scolded. “Get over here and be useful!”

Clary gave Simon’s hand a squeeze and walked up to him, with Jace right behind her.

“I’m working on a different potion,” Magnus informed them. “You see, I’m responsible for all of New York - not just you people! So, you will have to assist me with the antidote for the bite.”

“How can we help, Magnus?” Clary asked, the only one who seemed to be interested in helping.

“Watch over the antidote,” he told her. “It should remain liquid. Don’t let it thicken. You need to keep stirring.”

The red head nodded and got to working.

“You!” He passed a bowl of flowers to the blonde one. “Pluck the petals.”

“Uh, can’t you do that with your magic?” The blonde boy asked.

“I can,” Magnus replied. “But you seem to have two perfectly capable hands.”

Jonathan – or Jace as they called him – muttered something and started plucking at the flower.

Magnus technically didn’t need the flowers for this particular potion, but he figured the boy would get all agitated if he didn’t have anything to do. And he didn’t want any agitated Nephilim in his apartment.

Isabelle Lightwood was standing near the window, keeping guard. The vampire was sprawled on the couch – playing with Magnus’ cat.

“Why isn’t he doing anything?” Jace demanded, pointing his chin at the vampire.

“Because I’m injured,” Simon replied incredulously.

“But you’re already dead!” Jace pointed out.

“And we are trying to keep me from getting any dead-er!”

“You’re not going to die from a scra-”

“Enough squabbling!” Magnus scolded them again. “I need to focus here. Clary, how is the potion coming?”

“There are bubbles,” Clary said nervously. “Are there supposed to be bubbles?”

“That’s good. Keep stirring,” Magnus encouraged her. “It will be ready in another couple of minutes.”

“I’ll just hang out here till then,” Simon waved from the couch, getting paler by the second.

The vampire had been scratched by a werewolf earlier while trying to aid the Nephilim. It wasn’t lethal, but Magnus knew from experience that it would get ugly if not treated immediately.

Luckily, there was a potion to treat werewolves bites on vampires.

Magnus didn’t know how he had gotten himself tangled into this mess to be honest.

But when the shadowhunters had turned up at his doorstep asking for his help, he didn’t have the heart to turn them away.

Magnus wondered if there was a potion to cure his pathological need to help shadowhunters.

“Gross! what is that smell?” Isabelle groaned from the window.

“It’s a love potion I’m working on,” Magnus replied, trying not to take it personally.

“How is that supposed to make anyone fall in love?” Jace asked, scrunching up his nose.

“It will go away in a moment,” Magnus rolled his eyes. “And then it will smell very, very different.”

“How different?” Clary asked curiously.

“Well, it’s supposed to smell of something you associate with the person you love the most,” Magnus answered.

“Really?” Simon asked from the couch. “Like in Harry Potter?”

“Something like that,” Magnus winked. “It could smell like a place or a person or even food. For Jace, it might smell like himself.”

“You would think I’d be offended by that,” Jace grinned. “But honestly, who wouldn’t love all of this?”

They all rolled their eyes then.

“What is it for?” Isabelle asked suspiciously. “Or rather – who is it for?”

“For a client,” Magnus replied. “I do need to pay rent, my dear.”

“I thought you own the entire building,” Clary frowned.

“Fine, but I do have other expenses,” Magnus conceded. “As you can see, I’ve grown accustomed to a specific lifestyle.”

Isabelle abandoned her post at the window and moved towards Magnus. “Does it really work?”

“I don’t sell counterfeit goods,” Magnus said indignantly. “But the potion does have limits. You see, the smell can change. People don’t always love the same thing all the time. It only smells like what you love in the present. What’s most important to you right now.”

Isabelle moved closer cautiously and sniffed the cauldron. “It smells like…popcorn?”

Jace laughed. “Is that what you love the most right now? Popcorn?”

Isabelle glared at him. “It’s some weird smell. Like popcorn – but I’m also get a hint of cheese and paprika and-”

“Oh my god, that’s the popcorn they make at the cinema!” Simon pointed out loudly, practically salivating. “It’s so good. The secret is extra cheese!”

Isabelle looked from Simon to the potion and to Simon again.

“Your potion is broken,” she hissed at Magnus and settled down next to Simon on the couch.

Magnus grinned to himself.

“I want to try,” Jace was next to him in a moment. “Maybe I’ll smell bubblegum or pepperoni pizz-”

His expressed shifted immediately. “It smells like coal.”

Magnus glanced at Clary, who was focusing on stirring the antidote.

“You mean the kind of thing people use for sketching?” Magnus asked suggestively.

“Not a word, Bane,” Jace said threateningly, but Magnus heard the softness in his voice.

He simply shrugged and kept on working on the potion. He felt a shift in the wards and the door opened a moment later.

Magnus hoped the others couldn’t hear the way his heart started beating loudly. Not because he wanted to hide his feelings – but it was a little embarrassing to be honest.

Magnus had never fallen this hard this fast.

He had always hoped it would happen for him someday. But he had also hoped that it would be with someone who loved him back.

The boy scanned the loft to make sure everyone was there – and everyone was okay. His eyes passed Isabelle and Jace with a breath of relief and then onto Simon and Clary with fond exasperation.

Then they landed on Magnus – and he immediately looked away.

Alec Lightwood looked away – and not for the first time.

Magnus was used to people looking away.

Most people looked at Magnus as he were a sin.

But this one, this one was different.

Alec Lightwood looked at him as if the mere act of looking at Magnus was a sin itself.

Either way, Magnus couldn’t look away.

“Did you get the final ingredient?” Clary asked, breaking Magnus’ depressive inner monologue.

Alec silently passed her a vial, his eyes still avoiding Magnus.

The worst part was that Magnus didn’t know. He didn’t know whether Alec didn’t want to look or just couldn’t.

He knew that it might never happen for them. It wasn’t like they could be together or get married or live happily ever after.

Magnus wasn’t destined to have that with anyone – let alone a shadowhunter whose last name was Lightwood.

But just knowing…just knowing the fact that Alec felt something for him would be enough.

Or so he told himself.

“Magnus?” Clary called, her voice worried.

“Yes?” Magnus asked, putting on a smile.

“Do I put this in?” she asked, pointing at the vial.

“Yes!” Magnus came back to reality. “Put it in and give it to Simon. Now! Watch over him. Make sure he doesn’t throw up.”

Clary didn’t waste another second. She did as she was told – which was rare for Clary and even rarer for a Shadowhunter.

She ran towards Simon, who seemed to be passed out on Isabelle’s lap. Jace followed the girl, and they carefully helped the vampire drink the potion.

“What are you doing?”

Magnus looked up at the voice and swallowed.

“Just making a potion,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I thought you were making shampoo or something,” Alec replied. “It smells like sandalwood.”

Magnus dropped the ladle.

He grabbed Alec’s wrist and dragged him to the bedroom.

“Magnus, what are yo-”

“You like me.”

It almost sounded like an accusation. Almost.

Alec looked startled and but when back to his usual stoic self immediately. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“That was a love potion,” Magnus explained. “It’s supposed to smell like something you associate with the thing you love the most.”

Alec looked flabbergasted. “Your potion is lying.”

“Potions don’t lie,” Magnus said calmly. “Only people do.”

“Alright, so what?” Alec demanded. “Maybe my mom uses sandalwood shampoo. Am I not allowed to love my mother?”

“Then what about what I smelled?” Magnus demanded. “You can do it all you want. But I’m not going to lie to myself.”

Alec looked briefly startled but then shrugged. “Maybe there is something wrong with the potion. You must have messed up an ingredient.”

Magnus pinched his nose in frustration. “Why? Why do you keep hiding?”

A look of incredulity passed Alec’s face. “Do you really have to ask?”

Magnus knew this was the closest he would get to an admission. He didn’t want to push it.

“Fine,” he replied, turning around. “Leave.”

He didn’t hear footsteps. But then again Nephilim were extremely quiet on their feet – not so much with their mouths though.

Magnus turned around. But Alec was still standing there.

Awkward and unsure.

But he was still standing there. That counted for something, right?

Sometimes Magnus hated himself when his heart did this. When his heart held on to hope his body couldn’t handle.

“What did you smell?”

Alec’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

It was extremely rare to hear fear in a Shadowhunter’s voice. Maybe it was a good thing because Magnus didn’t like the sound of it.

“You should go,” Magnus said. “Be with your friends.”

“What did you smell?”

The awkwardness and uncertainly had disappeared like the morning mist. He was standing there in front of him – stubborn and strong willed.

“I didn’t smell anything,” Magnus lied.

Alec moved closer, his body inches away from Magnus’ own.

“What did you smell?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Magnus replied. “It’s not going to change anything.”

“Magnus.”

He looked up at the sound – his own name sounded alien to his ears.

Alec didn’t say his name like it was just another word. He said it like it was a prayer.

“What did you smell?”

“Gardenia.”

Alec back away in shock. “I…I have one next to the windo…How do you know what’s in my room?”

“I don’t know what’s in your room,” Magnus said. “I only what’s in my heart. And that’s you.”

Alec took a shuddering breath.

“I thought it was just me,” Magnus confessed quietly. “I thought you didn’t care and then the poti-”

“You thought I didn’t care?” Alec sounded offended – even angry.

“I di-”

“Do you even know why I have a stupid gardenia plant in my room?” Alec was definitely angry.

“Because they smell good?” Magnus asked dryly.

Alec grabbed his wrist and yanked him towards the window.

And there it was. Gardenia.

Magnus had completely forgotten the fact that there were gardenia bushes in his balcony. They looked lovely. They smelled beautiful.

“I know this is what you see when you wake up,” Alec said, his voice quiet. “I thought if I had some in my room…It might be like we were in the same room. I could pretend like you were next to me. That we were next to each other. That we woke up together. Went to sleep together.”

Magnus wanted to reach out. But the fear of Alec pulling back was bigger than the need to hold him and tell him it was okay.

“All I have is a stupid plant,” Alec confessed. “It’s all I can afford to have.”

“Alec-”

“I know it’s stupid,” Alec interrupted.

“It’s not stupid,” Magnus said softly. “It’s sweet. But don’t you want more?”

“What I want and what I can have are two different things, Magnus” Alec replied.

“Then what about what you deserve?” Magnus challenged him.

Alec looked up at that – his eyes wandering. “I don’t even know what I deserve.”

And then it made sense.

Alec wasn’t fighting because Alec didn’t know what he was fighting for.

It was hard to want something when you don’t know why you want it in the first place.

Magnus loved the man in front of him with all his heart. But that wasn’t enough, was it?

But Alec had to do that too.

Alec had to love himself. Alec had to choose himself.

Alec needed to realize he deserved better.

There was nothing Magnus could do about that. He just had to wait like any other person – holding onto nothing but hope.

“Figure out,” Magnus said now and left the room. “Come back to me when you figure it out.”

#idk what this is but here you go I guess ;)#malec week #malec #dani writes stuff

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Courtyard secrets

James Potter x reader, Remus Lupin x reader

Words: 4.9k

Warnings: i’m sorry it’s a angsty one mixed with parents issues

A/N: I think I hurt my own feelings by writing this... I hope you like it xxx

Special thanks to @approved-by-dentists for helping me out when i was stuck.

not my GIF

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The sky was dark, darker than the deepest blue of the bottom of the ocean. The only light came from the half full moon and the tiny speckles of bright light above your head.

At night everything seemed calmer. The whispers silenced and laughter quieted. If you listened you could hear the soft breeze of the wind and the sounds of the animals that lived in the dark nights. The bats that fluttered through the dark blue air and their squeals that echoed on the walls of the castle and the ever so light chirps of the grasshoppers that were hidden in the grass.

You sat on the cold stone ground of the courtyard and watched the night sky. The stars flickered and you traced the figures that they formed on the blue canvas. It seemed surreal that even so far away there was life, maybe not in the way you knew it, but the stars shone and that was a sign of life.

It also felt comfortable to know that there was a place outside. A place where your worries would disappear because they had no use. A place that existed of everything opposite of what you saw right now. Would you look at the stars the same from that place?

The hot tears streamed down your cheeks and there was no need to wipe them away. It had happened so many times, how could it be that it hurt you so bad?

But just like all fears and insecurities; you think you know them but they change and take new form, surprising you when they come back.

In moments like these you told yourself that it was okay to cry. No one was around, it was just you and the stars, the escapes to another world. There was no one that could feel your emotions and no one that would try to understand them.

But it was also in moments like these that you felt the most alone. In the cold air and the silence you were reminded of the thing you missed the most; love.

Where was the love when you needed it the most?

Surprisingly for you the answer came walking towards you, though not in the way you had expected it.

When you thought of love, you thought of undying support and unconditional care. You thought of the warmth that came with touches and sparkles that came with kisses. Love for you was what you had seen around you but never felt.

You had never known that love could take another form.

As James sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, you, for the first time in your life, felt affection in a stronger way than ever before. A warm feeling spread through your chest and your tears dried.

Maybe you didn't need love, maybe you just needed the support.

‘They sent another letter,’ you spoke, your voice hoarse from the pain that had been going through your body.

Your hand reached for the papers that lied next to you. You held them in front of you and watched the words that were smudged from your tears. The ink that held so much hate and the angry passion that it was written with.

James let you talk. He knew about the ongoing fight with your parents and the hatred that they had for you. You were open about it to your friends, much to the dislike of your parents. But that only made you share more with them. Not all. There were somethings that even you could not bring yourself to share with them.

‘I should act more like my brother. Oh, my perfect brother. Mother's favourite. Only fourteen years old and already top of his class! He's better than everyone else and I should take a better look at him.’ You snorted and James squeezed your shoulder. ‘I bet that's not even half of the truth. He only thinks he is better than everyone else.’

You stopped talking and stared at the ground. It had been that way your entire life. Your brother was always perfect in your parents' eyes. Everything he did was considered a blessing and every word he spoke was believed. All the blame was pushed to you, everything was always your fault. If your brother made a mean comment to you and that made you sad, your parents blamed you for ruining the mood. He acted like you were a small child, always pretending you didn't know what you were talking about. He acted like the big man in the house, though he was the youngest.

‘Have you spoken to him lately?’ James asked carefully.

You shook your head and a tear escaped your eye. Quickly you wiped it with your sleeve, the place where the water hit the fabric a stain forming.

Though your brother was three years below you, you rarely saw him. You were a Gryffindor, he a Slytherin. Whenever you saw him he ignored you or shot you an angry glare that spoke he thought he was better than you.

You waved the papers in front of you and watched the wind play with the edges. The meaning of the words faded with the wind. The dislike was wiped off them and what was left were pages of meaningless words that had nothing to do with you anymore. They were now just faded letters without a message.

James stayed next to you, sometimes saying something but quiet most of the time. It was nice, the silence was comforting. Sometimes you don't need words, whether they are reassuring or not, sometimes you just need a hand to hold and a shoulder to rest your head on.

And James' hand was there to hold and his shoulder was there to rest your head on. You closed your eyes and for a moment you thought back of what you thought love was.

Maybe this was love. Maybe this was what everyone was looking for in their life. But what you felt right now didn't feel like love to you. You weren't really sure what love felt like, but you thought that this wasn't it. There might be support and care here, but there wasn't affection other than what you had now; holding his hand and leaning on his shoulder. And neither of you craved for more affection than this. This was good. Right?

- -- -

That night was a secret shared between you and James. None of your friends knew about the way you had broken down next to James.

Neither you nor James had to ask the other to keep it a secret. It was an unspoken decision that had been made with just one look the next morning at breakfast when Sirius asked where James had been the previous night.

‘Some Hufflepuffs were annoying and I had a handful taking them back to the common room,’ James shrugged as he pricked his eggs with his fork.

You squeezed your eyes at your breakfast, thankful for James' secrecy. This morning, despite the awful feeling that had filled you last night, you had woken up with a smile. The burden that had fallen off your shoulders had been holding you back from being happy more than you had known. It was a delight to wake up and don't feel alone anymore. That thought of love had been in your head, but you had pushed it out quickly.

What you felt wasn't love. Not in a romantic way. You cared for James like he was your brother, or so you had always thought.

Marlene and Lily plopped down at the table next to you and Marlene stole your toast out of your hand.

‘Someone's in a happy mood,’ she chirped with her mouth full of toast.

‘You are never this happy,’ Lily chimed in and she watched you suspiciously.

You looked at your friends and smiled at them. ‘Can't I just be happy? Without a reason?’

‘Of course,’ Marlene said and she took another bite of your toast. ‘I like you more when you're happy.’

As you continued to eat breakfast you looked at James from the corner of your eye. He was talking happily with his friends but ever so often his gaze turned to your side of the table.

Something happened inside you when you caught him looking at you. But whatever that happy feeling was disappeared as snow in the sun when you realised that he was not looking at you but at Lily.

But that was fine, you really hoped that Lily would answer to his feelings one day. James had been after her for years and he deserved to be happy. With Lily.

- -- -

Remus watched you walk with Marlene and Lily out of the Great Hall. A sigh escaped as he turned back to his breakfast. He was glad you were happy, you hadn’t really been in a long time. Or at least, not in the morning.

Remus liked to see you happy. Or he just liked to see you, for that matter. You brought butterflies to Remus’ stomach and a smile to his face. His cheeks turned red whenever you talked to him and he stumbled over his words whenever he spoke back to you. He could look at you for the whole day and not get bored. Every time he looked at you he discovered something new he could love.

But as most loves, it was unrequited. The feelings Remus had for you, you had not for him. And yet, he kept throwing himself in that ring, fighting the unanswered feelings. It was a match that never ended. One time he was on top, the victory rushing through his veins, the next moment he was lying on the floor, his face pushed against the ground.

It exhausted him. Being in love with you was tiring, but there was nothing in the world Remus would rather do. The feeling that he would get whenever you laughed at one of his jokes or when you lightly touched him, that was the feeling that dragged him through his days. It was the light at the end of the tunnel. The candle in the dark.

- -- -

The next Thursday you found yourself back in the courtyard. The darkness surrounded you as you read the letter for what felt like the hundredth time. You knew every word by heart and if someone would take the letter away from you, you could recreate it the exact same way.

Sometimes your parents didn't even try to hurt you and that was why maybe it hit even harder. What your mother had written was nothing else than a praise for your brother.

He told us that they are thinking of mixing up the classes. I would have assumed to hear something like that from you too, but you are probably too busy with your friends. Your brother has told us about them. They are quite a peculiar group, are they not? I have heard stories about that young Black and I must say I am not happy about you being friends with him...

Stupid mother. She had no right to decide who you would be friends with and though you had let her know that, she kept pushing you.

The tears stung in your eyes as you looked the letter again. What had you done to deserve this? All your life you had almost been invisible, letting your brother get all the attention. You were always seen as the quiet kid, while that wasn't entirely like you. Mostly you were quiet because you didn't want your parents to get angry with you for taking the attention.

The same footsteps as a week ago sounded through the open air. A small light revealed James in front of you. He was standing at your feet with a concerned look on his face.

‘Thursday's post day,’ you muttered with a dry laugh and waved the letter in front of you.

James sighed and sat down next to you. His arm was quickly wrapped around your waist and you rested your head on his shoulder.

‘Why do they do it, James?’ you asked.

‘Because they don't realise their daughter is amazing,’ James answered without missing a beat. ‘They don't know you. They never have and now it's too late to start,’ James looked at the letter, ‘I don't think your parents will be too happy when they hear that your brother failed his Charms.’

‘They won't hear it,’ you spoke softly, already knowing that your brother wouldn't tell them and no one else would too.

‘Promise me something?’ James asked and you looked up to him. ‘Don't open their next letter. Just throw it out, or give it to me when you want to know what's in it. But don't open it yourself.’

‘I won't open it,’ you promised.

A silence fell over you and you looked at the stars above you. There was no moon tonight; the last full moon was two weeks ago and the next would be in another two weeks. The only thing that decorated the dark blue canvas were the little sparkles.

‘How can you be so brave?’ you suddenly asked. ‘How can you just make decisions and be sure of what you are doing?’

James chuckled and he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

‘I'm not that brave,’ he confessed. ‘I am scared. Scared that all of this will be worthless. There is a war going on and we are learning about ways to turn a table into brown cow. What if we are not prepared for life out there?’

‘I don't think anyone is ever prepared,’ you whispered. ‘You never know what is to come and that makes the future so scary. But that is also what makes it exciting. We want to know what will come to us and that is why we go on. To see the future.’

‘You're really smart,’ James said. ‘I know you don't believe me, but you are.’

‘Thank you, James.’

You stayed on the ground for a moment longer, enjoying the scene. There was a tingle in your stomach. A tingle that you had never felt before. A feeling that made you want to do a dance and a feeling that made you want to throw up. It was a hint of nervousness mixed with excitement.

It was long dark when you returned to your bed, safe in the Gryffindor Tower. The soft breaths of the girls around you sounded through the silent room. You were calm. James seemed to have that effect on you.

Around James there was support and care. And there always would be.

- -- -

The common room was dark and Remus sat in the corner, hidden from whoever would walk into the room. His face was buried in a book but his mind was not there. He was thinking about you. You had been off all day, as if something was bothering you. It had taken all Remus’ courage to walk up to you and ask you if there was something wrong and you had brushed it off like it was nothing. Remus’ heart had broken a little when you had shared a look with James.

But you and James were just friends, Remus knew. James was madly in love with Lily, who lately seemed to have the same interest in James.

As Remus was deep in thought, the portrait opened and you and James walked in hand in hand. Remus shot up in his chair and stayed still, hoping that neither of his friends would notice him.

You and James walked to the middle of the common room and Remus’ heart beat faster with every step you took closer to him, afraid that you would see him. But you and James kept still. You placed your hand on James’ arm and James pulled you in for a hug. Even from his place and in the dark, Remus could see there were tears on your face.

So something was bothering you.

James kissed you on the top of your head and Remus’ inside twisted. He should have been the one standing there, holding you in his arms and kissing you on your head. Not James.

‘You’re a good friend, James,’ you whispered, but the space was empty and Remus heard every word. The jealous part of him calmed a little. James was your friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

And as James and you both went your ways, Remus stayed in his chair in the corner. In the dark he stared at the place where you just had stood.

It was nothing like Remus to feel jealous, but as he thought of how his friend had just hold you, jealousy rushed through his veins.

- -- -

The following weeks were the same. Once a week you and James sat in the courtyard, discussing your fears and insecurities. You told him about the parts of your anger that you had hidden from your friends. You confessed that, despite telling a lot of the issues to your friends, there still were bottled up emotions.

You shared your deepest thoughts with him and he shared his with you. You learned that he was scared he was going to let his family down. He was afraid he would lose his friends in the war and he was fearing that he would never be enough. To his family and his friends.

Every Thursday night you spent with James and somewhere between spilling secrets and staring to the night sky, you fell for him.

You had always feared love because you didn't know what it would do to you. You had feared love because you didn’t know what it felt like. You thought that what you and James shared was a strong bond. A bond of friendship. But as you lied your head on his shoulder and held his hand in yours, you realised that this was more than a friendship.

To you.

You came to treasure the moments you shared with James. The Thursday nights, the breakfasts in the morning when neither of you was really awake, sitting next to each other in class, staying up late at night to plan a prank. Every time you were near James, your heart fluttered and your cheeks darkened. The butterflies started to fly in your stomach and your mind started to wonder. Wonder about sitting in his lap, putting your arms around his neck, kissing him or just holding his hand. You wondered what it would be like to be with James.

But you kept your thoughts to yourself. Because James didn’t share them.

You saw it in the way he looked at Lily, with eyes full of adoration. You noticed he was the same around you as he was around Marlene. He joked with you and called you his sister. He pushed you to Remus or Sirius with the joke that you should date on of them.

Your heart broke a little more every time your feeling weren’t returned. And yet, you kept coming back to him on those Thursday nights. You sat next to him, his arm around your waist and his hand playing with your fingers. His head resting on yours. There was comfort and solace in the dark courtyard. You still talked about your fears and your dreams, but you closed more. Where James once saw the bottom of your heart, he now only saw the top. You had closed yourself for him, knowing the secrets that lied underneath. You didn’t want him to know.

And James noticed nothing. He never realised you were opening up less to him. Maybe that was what hurt the most; he never saw the change in you.

- -- -

Something was wrong with you, Remus had noticed. You laughed less and your smiled didn’t reach your eyes. You left the room quick and spent more time on your own than with your friends.

Remus saw how you closed yourself for your friends. You talked less, opened up less. Where you were once the inexhaustible pit of jokes and comfort, you were now cold and distant. Remus was scared that it was something he had done; you rarely sat next to him anymore, you never studied with him and you always declined when he asked if you wanted to do something. But Sirius and Peter told him that you did the same with them. They noticed it too. The change in you that made you less their friend.

The only one who didn’t notice was James. He paid too little attention to you to notice. But whenever his friends told him that there was something wrong with you, he reassured them that everything was fine. Remus wanted to believe his friend, but his guts told him he was wrong.

He hadn’t forgotten when you had walked into the common room late at night with James. Every Thursday James would come to the dorm late and though he had an excuse every time, Remus knew that he had been with you. Every Thursday night when James came back, Remus felt like confronting his friend with what he knew, but it felt not right.

So instead he bottled up his emotions. The love that Remus felt for you was eating him inside. He wanted to tell you so bad, but he knew that you would turn him down. And the fear of rejection was bigger than the courage to confess.

- -- -

‘I said yes!’ Lily screeched and she fell on her bed.

‘Yes to what?’ Marlene asked beside you, watching Lily with a peculiar expression.

Lily turned to you and Marlene with a big smile on her face. ‘Yes to James.’

And that was when the final pieces of your heart, that had been holding everything together, broke apart. Your heart shattered into a hundred pieces. A burning fire rose in your body and your stomach twisted. It was as if someone had stabbed you in your chest. Only this was your own fault. Your own stupid fault. You should have never fallen for James.

‘Finally!’ Marlene said and she ran to Lily’s bed. That gave you some time to get yourself together. You had to hide your emotions now. No one knew about your feelings and no one would. It was a mistake.

‘That’s wonderful!’ you said with a high pitched voice to show your false excitement. From her bed Lily grinned at you and she then hid her face in her hands. Marlene was sitting beside her, rubbing her back.

‘What have I done?’ Lily groaned from behind her hands. ‘I don’t know what I was thinking.’

‘Lily, you have been crushing on this guy for the past year now,’ Marlene said, throwing her hands up in the air. ‘It was about time!’

‘But this is James! He came up to me, no extras and no stupid jokes, and just asked if I wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him next Thursday. Before I knew what happened I had already said yes.’

Just when you thought that things could not be any worse, your inside twisted again. Thursday? James planned at date on the only day of the week you looked forward to? Did he really care that little about you?

You got up from your bed and left the dorm, mumbling an excuse as you did so. Your feet walked you through the common room in the hope to reach the portrait hole without anyone seeing you. But your luck got worse.

‘Don’t look so sad,’ Remus said as he walked over to you and grabbed your arm to stop you. ‘Lily just said yes to a date with James!’

You put on a fake smile and nodded. ‘Yeah, I heard all about it from Lily,’ you said with a voice that was more bitter than you intended.

Remus looked at you and placed his hand on your shoulder. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked in a soft voice. His eyes stood full of worry and you felt a wave of tenderness flowing over you. A warm feeling spread through your shoulder and when you looked up to Remus, the locks opened and all your emotions spilled out.

‘Weeks I spend with him! I tell him all my secrets! I shared my darkest fears with him and he acts like he cares. He acts like I am the most important person for him! But then he doesn’t even look at me and still runs after her!’ your voice had raised and some students looked at you. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes and you pulled away from Remus’ touch. You ran from the common room, not listening to Remus’ calls and ignoring the Fat Lady telling you it was past curfew. You ran until your legs didn’t let you anymore. In the courtyard you fell on your knees and as you breathed out the tears streamed down your cheeks.

The scene was all familiar. The dark sky, the stars, the courtyard. The tears were running down your face in the same way they had done weeks ago on that first Thursday. All your emotions were the same; you were sad, angry and hurt.

And you were taken back to love. Was this love? This pain and discomfort?

If this was love then you never wanted it again. You would live your life without. You would find a way to live your life without this pain. You didn’t need to love someone. You didn’t want to love someone if it was like this.

- -- -

With pain in his chest Remus followed you through the dark corridors. He could have known that you liked James. He should have known. The way you looked at James and the way you always leaned towards him, should have warned Remus. But he was blind from his love for you. Blind to the love you had for James and not for him. But he couldn’t leave you alone. He had to put his own hurt to the side and help you. Like a friend.

The sound of your sobs brought Remus to the courtyard. There in the middle on the dark stones, were you sitting on your knees. Anyone who wasn’t looking for you would have probably not seen you. Remus kneeled down next to you and carefully placed his hand on your back.

You did not even look up as you started to talk, ‘I thought I meant something to him, you know? I spent all those nights with him, thinking that he at least cared for me. But apparently not.’

You lifted your head to Remus and he saw the tears on your cheeks. He cupped your face and wiped away the tears with his thumbs. He knew there was a blush on his cheeks. ‘He doesn’t deserve you,’ Remus whispered to you and you blinked at him.

‘Did he ever talk about me?’ you asked and Remus sighed. He wanted you to know the truth; that James was not the one for you. But he didn’t want to see you even more broken.

Remus stayed silent and that was enough an answer for you. The tears rolled down your cheeks again and you averted your eyes from Remus. He dropped his hands and watched as you stared at your hands.

‘Stop crying, love,’ Remus said, making you look at him. ‘He is not worth the tears.’

‘How can you say such a thing about your friend?’ you asked curiously as you wiped away the tears with the back of your hand.

‘Because what he did hurt you. And I hate to see you in pain,’ Remus answered.

You stared at Remus for a moment and then you kissed him.

It was all Remus had wanted for months, but it didn’t feel right. Your lips were cold and your heart was not in it. It was no kiss of passion, but a kiss of desperation. And as much Remus wanted to kiss you, he didn’t want it like this.

He broke away and placed his hand on your cheek. You were crying again and Remus shook his head.

‘It’s alright.’

‘No, it’s not,’ you whispered. ‘Why did you never tell me?’

‘Because you don’t feel the same,’ Remus said. ‘Do you?’

‘I-’ you started but you stopped and looked away. Remus’ heart shattered and the tears threatened to fall. He knew you didn’t love him and yet it hurt. He took his arm back and sighed. You took his hand and he let you take him in your arms.

Remus looked up to the sky and watched the stars that painted figures in the dark. Stars that were escapes to another world. A world where no one would get hurt. A world that was the opposite of where he was now. An escape to his feelings.

You lied your head on Remus’ shoulder and took his hand. Everything was the same, but nothing was. What you felt here with Remus was not the same you felt with James. With James it was comfort and support. With Remus you felt love. The love he felt for you might not be the one you shared, but he loved you and sometimes that is enough.

‘We will be alright, Rem. We have each other.’

‘We do.’

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omgrachwrites · 3 years

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Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter Twenty Three

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly woman.

Warnings: fluff, angst, major character death

Words: 2380

A/N: Here we are, the last chapter! I would just like to thank everyone who has supported me on this whirlwind of a journey, I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have! There will be a sequel probs in a months time about Y/N and Sirius’ daughter which will be another reader insert so I might have to give her a name otherwise there will be loads of Y/N’s running all over the place! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know if you would like to be tagged in the sequel! I love you all! xxx

Chapter Twenty Three

Sirius sighed out in immense relief as the powerful jet of scalding hot water soothed his aching muscles, he hissed through gritted teeth as the water pounded against his bruised skin. He was exhausted, his eyes ached and they were bloodshot but try as he might, sleep wasn’t coming easily. Sirius had arrived home at about 5am after being on duty all night for The Order of the Phoenix. The Order was a secret society that had been formed by Dumbledore to fight off Voldemort and some people – including Y/N – had given up their usual job to work for The Order.

Sirius had slept for about two hours, drifting in and out of fitful dreams – sleep was much harder to come by these days with everything going on in the world – and he had awoken around 7:30am when Y/N got up with their daughter. He had contented resting his eyes for a few hours but he hadn’t slept. He sighed as he reluctantly shut off the water and got out, wrapping himself in a fluffy towel before he got dressed and padded down the stairs.

He grinned as he admired the Halloween decorations that Y/N had put up to bring some season’s cheer into the house. Halloween had always been Sirius’ favourite time of year but he felt like something big was going to happen this year, he just couldn’t place his finger on it. Y/N smiled up at him as he joined her in the living room – their daughter was happily playing and babbling by herself in the middle of the floor.

Y/N snuggled contently into his chest as he wrapped an arm around her and he kissed the top of her head, “you look exhausted baby. Was it a hard night?” she asked, pulling back to look at him, worry etched into her features.

Sirius smiled as he pressed his lips against her forehead, “nah, it was all fine, just some superficial things. What’s on the agenda for today then?”

“Well, my mum and dad are coming over tonight but until then, nothing,” she laughed, “I mean what can we do when it’s hardly safe to leave our house?” Sirius nodded in reply, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as his mind wandered, “what? What’s the matter?” Y/N asked.

Sirius sighed as he rubbed his hand against his jaw, his eyebrows knitting together, “I don’t know why, maybe it’s because we haven’t heard from Peter in a while and I’m worried about him. But, I’ve got the feeling that something bad is going to happen. I can’t really explain it, it’s just a feeling. When your parents get here I’m going to check on James and Lily.”

Y/N didn’t look at him like he was crazy, instead it looked like she understood and she nodded distractedly as she gazed out of the window, “I know,” she whispered, “I know because I have the same feeling, I’ll go with you.”

Sirius appreciated the offer but he couldn’t worry about Y/N too, he could very well be walking to his death, “no sweetheart, thank you but I can’t worry about you too,” he sighed as he cupped her jaw.

Y/N frowned, a look of hurt flickering across her face that made Sirius’ heart constrict but she nodded all the same, knowing it was useless to argue, “okay but you have to be careful.”

That evening, Sirius kissed his daughter goodbye and Y/N’s fingers clutched at his leather jacket as she kissed him passionately, “come back to me Sirius, promise me. I love you.”

Sirius smiled, hoping it would disguise the fear that he felt, “I will, I promise. I love you too Y/N,” with one last lingering kiss and longing look he took off into the night clenching the wand in his pocket.

As soon as he rounded the corner time seemed to stand still as he heard an awful anguished cry, like some sort of wounded animal and he knew that he was too late, as Sirius approached he saw that it was Hagrid. Hagrid was sobbing with a tiny bundle in his arms. Sirius looked behind Hagrid and saw with sorrow that the Potter’s cottage had been destroyed. So many happy memories and promises of the future were gone, lost forever.

“James and Lily are dead, ‘e killed ‘em,” Hagrid sniffled, looking at Sirius with watery black eyes, “’e couldn’t kill Harry, ‘e couldn’t.”

At Hagrid’s words, Sirius’ knees almost buckled as a terrible sadness washed over him as the breath was stolen from his lungs. His best friends were dead, they couldn’t be, they were only twenty one. He couldn’t imagine why someone would betray him, Peter was the Secret Keeper but it couldn’t be Peter. Peter couldn’t have betrayed them. But, as Sirius looked at the ruined cottage, he knew that Hagrid spoke the truth. Choking on his tears, Sirius held out his arms.

“Give Harry to me Hagrid, I’m his godfather, I can keep him sage,” he looked down at the tiny baby with the split open head and felt an almost overwhelming rush of love for him. He had to protect Harry, with his life if it came to that.

Hagrid however shook his head, “I need to take him to his relatives, Dumbledore’s orders. Harry could still be in danger.”

Panic washed over Sirius, he couldn’t let Dumbledore take him away, “no! He can’t, he,” he trailed off as he choked on a sob. He hated it but he also knew that Dumbledore always got his way, no matter what the cost. But even Sirius had to admit that Harry could still be in danger for Death Eater’s so he couldn’t stay.

“Take my motorbike, it’ll be safer,” Sirius had charmed his motorbike to fly a couple of years back, “can I say goodbye to him?” he sniffled.

Hagrid looked at him warily but he nodded all the same and passed Harry over. Fighting back tears, Sirius looked down at the tiny baby in his arms, the baby who was whimpering and crying, the baby who didn’t know that his parents were dead. He sniffed as he bent down to kiss the top of Harry’s head, whispering into his jet black hair.

“You’re going to be okay Harry, I promise you, and you’re going to grow up to be an amazing wizard. You’re the boy who lived, I love you Harry,” with a heavy heart Sirius passed his godson back to Hagrid, “goodbye Hagrid,” Sirius nodded numbly at him before striding away, anger mixed in with sadness. He was going to find whoever had betrayed them and he was going to make them pay. He was going to kill them.

It was down a dark and crooked alleyway that Sirius cornered a rat – literally – it was the last person that he had expected, someone that he had once called a friend. The coward turned and looked at him with watery beady eyes and he was wheezing heavily, almost like he was in pain. Sirius had never felt so much fury and pain all at once. How could Peter do this? How could Peter be the one who had betrayed them?

Then Sirius saw it, Peter pointed at him with shaking hands and Sirius saw that there was a bloody stump where his first finger had been.

“Lily and James, Sirius! How could you? They were our friends! How could you?” Peter screamed, his face was stark white and he was shaking violently.

Sirius knew what Peter was doing and he held onto his wand that was in his pocket; Peter was trying to get people’s attention. Peter was going to pin this on Sirius, “you can’t blame this on me Peter because this was all you! Tell me why! Tell me why you killed them; your betrayal was their death sentence!” Sirius’ voice was drowned out by the noise of Peter’s screams and shouts. He was going to wake the whole street.

Suddenly, there was a flash so bright and a bang do loud that Sirius had to lose his eyes, when he opened them, Peter was gone and there was a rat scampering down the grid, “no!” Sirius screamed, the only thing that Peter had left behind was his finger. The coward might have faked his own death but Sirius would find him. No matter what corner of the earth that the piece of filth ran to, Sirius would find him.

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You anxiously bounced your leg as you chewed your nails, glancing at the clock on the mantelpiece, out of the corner of your eye you saw your parents looking worriedly at each other before back at you. They were worried about you and unfortunately, you knew the feeling, you knew the feeling all too well. Sirius had been gone for about 15 minutes, he only went to check on Lily and James, they only lived down the road, he shouldn’t have taken so long. What if something awful had happened to them? Ever since you had woken up this morning, you couldn’t help feeling that something awful was going to happen.

Five more minutes passed and you decided that you couldn’t take it anymore so you jumped up, startling your parents, “he’s been gone for too long, I need to go to him.”

Your mum let out a little whimper as she cupped your cheeks, she looked scared half to death, “you can’t Y/N, because it’s too dangerous. Sirius wouldn’t want you to put yourself in danger.”

“I know, but I have to go to him. I have to see if he’s okay, I love him mum.”

Your mum sighed as she hugged you tight, stroking through your hair, “you’ve always been so brave Y/N,” she bit her lip, “go but be careful. Please be careful, I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

You nodded with a tight smile as worry curdled in your stomach before you ran out of the door into the swirling snow. The wind howled as you walked down James and Lily’s street, it was deathly quiet and your blood ran cold with dread. You hardly noticed the ruined little cottage; instead, your attention was focused on Sirius getting roughly shoved away by three men. Tears sprang to your eyes as you realised that they were Ministry Officials.

“Sirius!” you screamed as you ran towards him, trying not to slip in the snow, the Ministry Officials looked startled as one of them put out an arm to stop you, “let me see him! Where are you taking him?” you sobbed but you knew.

“Y/N!” Sirius looked over his shoulder as he was getting shoved along the road, the tear tracks and despair was visible on his face and it broke your heart, “James and Lily are dead! I didn’t do it; I had nothing to do with it! You have to believe me, Y/N please believe me! No matter what you hear! Harry is safe.”

James and Lily were dead, how could they be dead? It couldn’t be true but you noticed the ruined cottage and Sirius looked so heartbroken that you had to believe it, you believed they were dead. You sniffled as tears ran down your cheeks; you thought that you were all going to be together forever.

“I believe you,” you sobbed, the expression on Sirius’ face made you believe him.

“I love you, always will,” he gave you a tight smile but before you could reply he was gone, the Ministry Officials had apparated with him.

You sobbed as you sank to the ground, your knees getting damp with the snow, your heart too much, you could hardly stand it. You just wanted the pain to go away, “I love you too,” you whimpered, “Sirius!” you shouted, “Sirius,” you cried but you knew that it was no use, he was gone, he had disappeared into the swirling snow.

By the next day, the news was out; Sirius had been sent to Azkaban, convicted of betraying the Potters and for killing Peter, along with numerous other Muggles. The newspaper painted him to be a monster but you knew that it wasn’t true, it couldn’t be true. Sirius would never do anything to hurt James and Lily, or Peter, they were his best friends. There must be some sort of misunderstanding; you believed that he was innocent.

Your parents were amazing, for the first couple of months they had moved themselves into your cottage so they could help out with you and your daughter. They too believed that Sirius was innocent; they saw the expression on your face that night, the night that James and Lily had died. As your daughter grew up, you told your daughter tales of her father, you wouldn’t let her believe that he was guilty of murder. You were going to let her know that he was a hero.

Eleven Years Later

You sighed as the tawny owl flew right in through your kitchen window, dropping the letter on the kitchen counter before flying out of the open window into the warm air. Sniffing, you picked up the letter; this letter just like numerous others had been sent back from Azkaban. Anxiously, you twisted your engagement ring on your finger; you just wanted to let Sirius know that he was going to be okay.

After eleven years it still hurt so much, it hurt that you didn’t have the chance to marry before James and Lily died and it hurt that he couldn’t watch his daughter grow up. All the things he should have been a part of, all those things he had missed.

You heard a squeal coming from upstairs and seconds later you heard the pitter patter of feet on carpet before your daughter ran into the kitchen, waving a letter around, “I got it mum! I got my Hogwarts letter!”

Blinking the tears out of your eyes, you pasted a smile onto your face and you turned around to look at your grinning daughter. She looked so happy, you were glad for this one little bit of good news.

You stroked your fingers through her soft hair, “you’re going to be amazing baby! Your dad would be so proud of you.”

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myevilmouse · 3 years

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Today for Trivia Tuesday @jedimordsith suggested I write about my drabble skills and give suggestions to anyone wanting to write drabbles. I recently wrote 28 drabbles for the Multifandom Drabble Exchange just for fun muwahahah. Also this is why, since I went outside the Star Wars fandom I love and live in, that I created a new pseud, Złymyszeczka, in case you were wondering what was up with that. Fandoms that I dabbled in included Supernatural, Resident Evil, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, My So-Called Life, X-Men, Wellington Paranormal, Quantum Leap, Labyrinth, Hercules (Disney), Cobra Kai, Lord of the Rings, Loki, Chronicles of Narnia, X-Files, Sherlock, Star Trek TNG, and more!

Obviously I had to separate all that multi-fandom madness from the purity of my Luke and Thrawn smut!

So please if you check me out on AO3 for Star Wars stuff (and I sincerely hope you do!), note that you want to keep the evilmouse name. I don’t plan on writing outside Star Wars fandom often, but on the rare occasions I do, it will get posted under the other name.

Back to the point:

Evilmouse’s 5 Essential Tips on Writing Drabbles

for your Trivia Tuesday, jump below the cut!

So drabbles are 100 words. Double drabbles, 200, Triple, 300, etc. A lot of people find the exactness of this word restriction daunting, so here is my first tip for writing drabbles:

1) Don’t think about the word count.

This may seem counter-intuitive, but the best way to approach a drabble is “I have to write a very short scene.” Knowing it will be short (very short!) is enough to get you to the word count, and maybe push you over 3, 10, or 20 words. That’s fine. We fix it in the editing. But if you get hung up about counting words when you are writing your drabble, you won’t write the best drabble you can!

2) Focus on a single moment.

When I say very short scene, think VERY SHORT SCENE. It may be as simple as a quick verbal exchange. It may be something you want to accomplish, i.e. a kiss, a punch. Here are a couple examples from my recent experience:

One person requested a Chronicles of Narnia/MCU crossover and listed Prince Caspian and Loki as two characters they were interested in shipping. So my goal was to write 100 words with these two characters.

What shall we focus on? 100 words isn’t enough to explain why Loki is in Narnia or why Caspian is in Asgard. You have to trust the reader to accept the premise if they click on your drabble.

What is your goal? Here, it was to get these two in a situation where a shipper will be happy with their interaction. In my case, I decided they would be trapped somewhere together and alone. That was it, that was the starting point for the drabble, which you can read here.

Another example: one person requesting a Star Wars drabble said they liked when female characters meet and interact and listed old!Leia and Asajj Ventress as favorites.

Same question: what do you want to accomplish? In this case, two characters who don’t meet in canon having that opportunity. A meeting. 100 words is our limit. Do we care why or where they are meeting? Probably not. That initial interaction is the goal. So for this one, I set what I hoped was a mysterious atmosphere and just simply wrote their initial exchange here. Trust your readers to fill in the blanks, which leads us to:

3) Let the “end” be as ambiguous as you like.

Drabbles are brief moments, as already mentioned. They don’t need a proper beginning or end, they can (and sometimes should) leave the reader asking questions or wanting more. I like writing drabbles that imply something happened next, and leave it up to the reader to decide exactly what.

In the case of the Loki/Caspian drabble, knowing that Loki can teleport, and chooses not to, implies he has some ulterior motive in lying about his powers.

In the case of Asajj & Leia, we know Asajj sent a comm to initiate the meeting but we don’t know exactly what she means by saying they will be “friends.” Is she sincere? Have some trick up her sleeve? I don’t have to know! But the moment is achieved.

That doesn’t mean that you can’t “end” a drabble if you want to. I wrote a treat for someone who wanted Sarah and Jareth to end up together when she was all grown up. So obviously the request has already dictated my ending. In that case, I had a couple goals: to tell the reader she was all grown up, to demonstrate how much has/hasn’t changed, and to make her wind up with that sexy Goblin King. Mmmm yesssss.

Each of those goals, which may have appeared difficult at first, took exactly one sentence:

Curtains fluttered, an unnatural gust summoning the ever-present metropolitan cacophony into her apartment.

We know now that Sarah has her own apartment, old enough to live alone.

“It didn’t!” she glared, injustice manifested in that indignant whine she’d retained, like most of her teenage dreams.

In the film Labyrinth, Sarah’s always saying things aren’t fair. So here we see she hasn’t quite gotten rid of that tendency to whine about injustice, and is still a dreamer at heart.

“This time,” Sarah took a deep breath, certain, “I’ll stay.”

She’s not hesitating, she’s decided, and she’s going to live happily ever after with her mystical consort (we hope).

The point here is that your drabble can be as conclusive or inconclusive as you like, and isn’t limited by the word count.

4) Edit without mercy

Yes I KNOW that is the perfect adjective for Luke’s sparkling blue eyes, but if your word count is 101, those eyes are either sparkling or blue but not both!

Once you achieve your “moment” in the drabble form, you have to check that word count and CHOP CHOP CHOP. It’s a rare thing to be under word count, but if you are lucky to be under, just add a few well-chosen adjectives and you’re done. However, if you, like most of us, have just written 123 words of perfection and want to scream because there is NO WAY you can do the same thing in 100 words, you have two options: write 77 MORE words and surrender to the double drabble, OR like I try to do, throw away the things you love until you have accomplished the same thing in 100 words.

To demonstrate this exercise, I set myself a task (because I haven’t saved drafts of my drabbles, sadly) to show you what I mean. So right now at this very instant I’m going to write a drabble about Luke Skywalker being in love with YOU. A Luke/Reader drabble, for example. Let’s go:

Everyone groaned as the briefing ended. It had gone on two hours too long for your taste, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, you weren’t alone in your assessment. As you left the conference room, you almost bumped into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked as handsome as always, but rather more casual than usual, his robes nowhere in sight and dressed simply in black pants with a blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you said, about to move past, flustered beyond belief. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi—any Jedi.

“Actually,” he smiled, “I was waiting here for you.”

A wave of shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Have dinner with me tonight?”

OK here is where I checked the wordcount. 134 words. Ouch. Quickly we have to edit because I’m not happy with the ending either. And 134 means some serious slicing and dicing. Here’s take two:

The briefing seemed to end two hours too late, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, your colleagues agreed. Leaving the conference room, you almost bumped into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, robes nowhere in sight, dressed in black pants and blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you said, moving past, flustered. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but that hadn’t stopped you.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Have dinner with me tonight?”

OK we’ve done some serious slicing and are down to 109 words. But I’m still not happy, AND we gotta cut more.

The briefing ended two hours too late, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, everyone agreed. Leaving the room, you ran into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, no robes, just dressed in black pants and blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but that hadn’t stopped you.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, and held out a hand. “Come with me?”

Down to 103 words now and I managed to change the ending I wasn’t crazy about at first…notice what has and hasn’t changed between these short drafts... not much in the way of story, just how it is told.

Still have to edit more…three pesky words…

Judging by the mad rush to the exit, everyone agreed that meeting had been too long. Hurrying out, you ran into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, no robes, just dressed in black pants and blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but common sense wasn’t your forte.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, holding out an inviting hand. “Come with me?”

Now I’ve got 101 words and I don’t want to cut it, but I have to…*waves goodbye to “kriffing”*

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered. If only he wasn’t so good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but common sense wasn’t your forte.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, holding out an inviting hand. “Come with me?”

So we have 100 words exactly, that imply Luke is into you and you have a future with him. From starting the drabble to finishing it, took me about 18 minutes. If you don’t pressure yourself, it doesn’t have to be a nightmare. Which brings me to tip #5

5) Don’t stress, and have fun!

Sometimes I have spent as much as two hours on a drabble, but usually no more than a half hour to get it where I want. When I do the “drabble a day” for Fictober, I try to limit myself to 15 minutes. The point is, drabbles should be fun and low stress. Don’t agonize about them! Sure, you can edit for hours to fix each word to be absolutely perfect and convey something the same but different, but you can also just achieve that glimpse into a scene, that moment, and enjoy your work!

I hope you enjoyed this and/or found it useful. If you’d like to read some of my drabbles, you can click on this #drabble tag, check out these drabble collections here and here, my story told in drabbles here, or explore my new pseud złamyszeczka for those other fandoms I mentioned. Thank you for reading!

#drabbles #drabble #myfic #fanfic #trivia tuesday #fanfic is for fun #luke x reader #luke x you #fandom #fic exchange #game of thrones #and a bunch of other fandoms #star wars #thanks jedimordsith

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saurons-pr-department · 3 years

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Could you write more of your hcs about precious baby Mairon interacting with his younger siblings? 🤗

Right, so, my baby Mairon hcs are set post War of the Ring, so I can't really say that I've ever thought of him as playing with siblings who are also children.

That said! I'd imagine Aiwendil would have come back West at some point, so you'd probably get an adult Aiwendil looking after and trying to entertain a little Mairon. I could definitely see Aiwendil trying to instill a love of animals and things in Mairon, a love that doesn't just centre around how the animals can benefit him or how well he could control them. He'll take him for a potter in the gardens and tell him the names of all the animals that live there and what kinds of habitats they like and what kind of care they'd need, if any.

Mairon has always genuinely been an animal lover, even if it was in a bit of a twisted way... so he actually enjoys Aiwendil's company a lot more than he would have in Ages past, before his defection to Melkor's side. Though he does find Aiwendil a bit odd and a bit silly and he still does not understand why he can't munch the ants from time to time. Like, sometimes he just gets hungry when watching them work away (and he'll happily spend hours watching them work, they're so efficient!). He's also struggling with why he's not allowed to order the animals around when they're not doing what he wants. Sometimes he wants to play and they don't and sometimes they want to play and he doesn't. Why don't they just do what he says??

Aiwendil is very patient with him and he thinks Mairon is making good progress in learning to treat creatures smaller than himself with respect, but there are times where he is a little alarmed at some very Sauron-esque behaviour. He has hope though, that Mairon can be better. He just needs the right care, attention and instruction. He was once called The Admirable for a good reason, surely it's still in there somewhere.

Curumo... I'm thinking that maybe a good while after Mairon came back as a small child, maybe Curumo did too...? I don't see Mairon being very impressed with this though. Before Little Curumo arrived, Mairon was a curiosity. As much as people feared him, they were also fascinated by him. He was the centre of attention of every room he walked into. Okay, much of the stares and whispers were not particularly kind, but that was fine, he mostly liked being feared (fear and respect are very muddled concepts in his head, not that Little Mairon would be able to articulate it that well, it's more of a left-over feeling). Now that there's a Little Curumo, people just seem to think "Oh, that's what happens to Maiar when they 'die'". It's almost as normal as an Elf being rehoused. People aren't as interested in him anymore. They're too busy with the far less scary Curumo... Mairon is not happy. Mairon does not like Curumo (to be fair, he probably never really did). Mairon does not enjoy being expected to play with Curumo or how everyone seems to think they'll be the best of friends. Curumo is not his friend. There is only One Little Umaia in Valinor and he does not share the limelight or his toys.

#precious baby #mairon #sauron #aiwendil #radagast #curumo #saruman #silmarillion #the hobbit #lotr #answered asks #sorry this took so long!#brain needed time to think #also i'm almost done chapter one of a fic about baby mairon's first appearance in valinor

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 15: Wings

Harry was not a big fan of parties.

In fact, Harry downright hated parties because he hated all of the unwanted attention. Fortunately, this masquerade gala allowed him to remain anonymous.

After all, who would expect Harry Potter to arrive in a pirate costume with skintight breeches, a billowy white shirt that exposed his chest (and the fake anchor tattoo), and thigh high boots? The black mask that covered much of his face and the pirate hat with a huge, gaudy feather helped, too.

He'd happily avoided anyone and everyone on his way to the snack table and had just stuffed a tiny, flaky, savory pastry in his mouth when he looked up to the top of the staircase that led into the room and promptly choked. There, standing at the top and looking down at all of them, was a literal angel.

The man had gorgeous white and gold wings magically attached to his back, Harry's fingers twitched as though reaching for the soft feathers as they fluttered in the breeze drifting through the open door behind him. Gold sandals graced his feet, and golden straps wrapped up his legs, stopping mid thigh. Silky white fabric was artfully draped around his hips, protecting his modesty, but only just. He wore a golden corset with a delicate structure that emphasized the narrowness of his waist and the broadness of his bare shoulders. Gold was dusted lightly across his skin, making him shine even more radiantly. His mask was also gold, hiding everything but his sharp chin, strong jawline, and his lovely lips. To finish everything off, a golden laurel wreath graced his pink hair.

He was gorgeous, ethereal. And Harry's gut told him that he had to meet him. His gut was hardly ever wrong.

(Read more below the cut)

Without stopping to think, Harry set off toward the other man, but was beat to him by a man dressed in a muggle constable uniform. As Harry approached, he heard the constable berating the angel and he felt his metaphorical hackles rise.

"Oy!" he said as the constable shoved the man's shoulder. "Back off. What's the matter with you?"

The constable spluttered at him and placed his hands on his hips in indignation. "Well I don't think a costume like that is appropriate."

And suddenly, Harry recognized that voice, recognized posture and his puffed out chest. "Well, first, Auror Hibbards," he said, "It's not your place to enforce a dress code. And second, I don't think the business you conduct with your secretary after hours is appropriate but no one's confronted you or your wife about that. Perhaps you'd like me to go and have a conversation with her about what I find inappropriate?"

He followed the other man's panicked gaze across the room to two women who were standing together talking, and tried to remember what Laura Hibbards had looked like when he'd met her a few years ago.

"She's the one in the striking medi-nurse costume isn't she?" he asked. "Laura, right?"

Hibbards took a step back and his arms fell to his sides, "Who are you?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter," Harry replied. "You mind your business and I'll mind mine."

Without another word Hibbards turned and fled across the room.

He turned to look at the angel standing next to him, "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," the man replied, voice warm and a smile tugging at his lips. "I daresay you arrived in the wrong costume."

Harry looked down at his pirate apparel. "Sorry?" he asked, looking up at him.

"I think you ought to have come as a knight dressed in shining armor," he teased.

"Hardly," Harry replied, rolling his eyes.

The other man's eyes traveled up and down Harry's body, "So, let me guess, you're an auror? I would say that maybe you just work in the auror department but it was clever of you to get him to look at his wife so you could deduce who she was."

"Clever, hmm?" Harry teased. "I wouldn't go that far, but you're not entirely wrong. I've recently left the Ministry and I was an auror."

"What made you leave?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Harry lifted one shoulder, "I got fed up with the bullshit and the hypocrisy; I felt like I was slowly becoming someone I didn't want to be, so I left."

"And what do you do now?"

He laughed, "Do you want the truth?'

"Always."

"I work part time at a muggle coffee shop," he replied.

"Ah, so you're independently wealthy then."

Harry shook his head, "And you said I'm the clever one. What do you do?"

"I'm a solicitor," he replied.

He laughed, "So you really didn't need my help dealing with Hibbards then. I'm sure you could have talked circles around him."

"No, I probably didn't," he conceded. "But it was nice, just the same. A man who spends all of his time fighting on behalf of others appreciates someone fighting on his behalf every so often."

Harry smiled, "Are you here with anyone?" he asked, "Or can I get you a drink?"

"A drink would be great," the angel replied.

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Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed a night as much as he had this one. His angel was quick-witted with a dry sense of humor, he was smart and sexy, and Harry genuinely enjoyed his company. They'd danced, and talked, and enjoyed the food and drinks available; and Harry found himself wishing that the night would never end.

When the clock stuck eleven, surprising both of them, they looked around to see that many people had already left. "Salazar, is that the time?"

Harry nodded, "Seems to be."

"I've an early morning tomorrow," the angel told him, "As much as I've enjoyed this, I should probably be on my way."

"Can I see you again?" Harry blurted.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," the other man replied slowly. "This was meant to be a bit like Cinderella at the ball for me."

"Are you going to leave me your sandal, then? Expect me to come and find you?" Harry teased, really hoping that the other man would give in or at least give him something to go on. He was good a puzzles, good at pulling at loose ends until he'd unraveled the mystery.

"No, no, nothing like that," he said quickly. "I just wanted one night where I didn't have to be me. One night that I didn't have to walk around with my face and all of the baggage that goes along with it. This was never meant to be more than that."

"I hear you," Harry said, emphatically, "I really do. I find it difficult," he confessed, "connecting with people. People can't seem to see past their preconceived notions of who I am, but you..." Harry trailed off and shrugged helplessly, "it was easy. To be with you, to talk to you. I'd really like to get to know you better."

The angel rubbed the back of his neck, "I would like that, too," the other man replied softly. "Truly. But once you know who I am, you're going to change your mind."

"But isn't it worth to find out?" he asked, pleaded. "Even if you're right and I never want to see you again, that's the outcome you've assigned without even knowing."

"Maybe I'd prefer for you to remember this night fondly," the other man suggested.

"Maybe I'd prefer to have many more fond memories with you," Harry countered.

"You were a Griffyndor weren't you?"

"Guilty as charged," Harry replied with a grin. Then he grew serious, "Look, if you enjoyed tonight even half as much as I did, please just give it a chance. You might take one look at me and think this was a mistake, but at least we'll know and we won't have to spend the rest of our lives wondering what could have been."

The angel blew out a breath and Harry fought the nerves that had risen up in his chest. "Fine," he conceded, "but don't say that I didn't try to warn you."

"Okay," Harry said, giving him a big smile.

"Before we do this," he said, "I want you to know that I had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for everything."

"Stop sounding like you're saying goodbye!" Harry protested.

The angel gave him a sad little smile, "Ready, then?"

"On the count of three?" Harry asked. When he received a nod in return, he reached up and said, "One, two, three," as he pulled of his mask.

A slap to the face would have been less of a surprise than the person he saw standing before him.

"Potter?"

"Malfoy?" he splutted. "What? How?"

"This explains so much, actually," Malfoy said, his mouth twisting in a displeased little grimace. "You got to come sailing in like the hero you are to rescue a damsel in distress-"

"That's not fair," Harry replied, still reeling. "I didn't even know it was you."

"No," Malfoy agreed. "It certainly would have changed your reaction if you had." He shook his head, "Well, this has been fun. I do so love being proven right."

"It's still better to know that this was not worth losing sleep over, don't you think?" Harry replied.

"Right," Malfoy clipped. "I'm off. The pirate costume seems a bit like false advertising, by the way," he said as he started to walk away without a backward glance.

"What?" Harry asked incredulously, "And the angel costume wasn't false advertising?"

"It's a Victoria's Secret Costume, Potter. Honestly."

Before Harry could make sense of that statement, Malfoy was up the stairs and out of the door, leaving Harry staring after him with a mixture of irritation, and confusion, and oddly a bit of attraction.

"Oh, Mr. Potter!" a voice called from beside him, "How lovely to see you!"

Harry turned to see Laura Hibbards standing next to him. "Your husband is cheating on you," Harry informed her.

"Excuse me?" she asked, her right hand fluttering up to cover her heart.

"With his secretary. I should have said something a long time ago, I'm sorry," he added, because he was. No one deserved to be cheated on.

Then he walked away, leaving her floundering, and headed out the same door Malfoy had moments before.

When he got outside he looked around, hoping to see wings or a flash of pink hair, but the road was empty. Was he really lonely and desperate enough that he was thinking that he and Malfoy might be a good fit?

Harry gave it up, he didn't even know what he would have said if he had seen him. It wasn't worth losing sleep over, he reminded himself before appartating home.

Whiskers was waiting for him when he arrived and he scooped her up and nuzzled his nose into her fluffy white fur. "You love me, don't you?" he asked her. Her sweet, little meow confirmed it and he kissed her head before going in to get ready for bed. It wasn't worth losing sleep over he reminded himself again.

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Harry had, in fact, lost quite a bit of sleep. He'd spent the night tossing and turning, grumbling to himself, and hating himself every time his mind replayed a part of the evening and butterflies took flight in his stomach.

By the time the sun was illuminating the sky, turning it bright pinks and reds, Harry only knew one thing: he couldn't get Malfoy out of his head.

He got out of bed and he started to do some digging on the other man. It took half the morning but he discovered Malfoy had made a bit of a name for himself. He worked for a wizarding law firm and he'd made a habit of only taking clients who were desperately in need of help that they couldn't afford. Harry had a hard time learning anything else about his personal life, it seemed like he didn't really have one, but it didn't take long for him to find an address.

From there, the planning was a bit shoddy. Harry hadn't ever really been good at making plans and sticking to them so he just showed up outside of Draco's office at 5:00pm and waited.

And waited.

And then he waited some more. He waited until 6:30, wondering if he'd missed the other man somehow and as he was about to leave and return tomorrow, the door opened and out stepped Malfoy. His hair was blonde and he was wearing a well-tailored suit but he looked just as breathtaking as he had the night before.

He froze when he caught sight of Harry, looking stricken for just a moment before smoothing his features. "What are you doing here?"

Harry opened his mouth, "I'm sorry." They weren't quite the words he was meaning to say but it was too late to take them back now.

"Whatever for?"

"I had a brilliant time with you last night," Harry said.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Right up until you realized it was me."

"That's what I'm sorry for," Harry said. "Malfoy," he started, then he changed tracks, "Draco, you made me feel like I was just a person. Just a guy flirting with another person, enjoying life, free of all expectations."

"Yes, we established that last night," he replied as he stepped down the stairs and stood on the pavement in front of Harry. "That was the point of the masks and the costumes."

"Right, but I don't think it was just the masks and costumes. The person I was last night," he licked his lower lip but forced himself to continue, "That's who I really am. Without the weight of being Harry Potter. And I would be willing to bet my vault at Gringotts that the person you were last night is who you really are without the weight of being Draco Malfoy."

"Can you afford to bet your vault at Gringotts?" he asked. "Aren't you a barista? What if you're wrong?"

"Shut up," Harry said, "I'm trying to say something profound here."

"Apologies," Malfoy said, taking one step closer to him as his mouth tilted up at the corner.

"When who we both really are seems to be so compatible, doesn't it seem silly to throw that away on a childhood rivalry?"

"What exactly are you proposing?"

Harry took a breath, "Dinner? Or coffee if dinner is too much. I'd like the chance to get to know you better."

"You would?" Draco asked softly, looking open and vulnerable, and Harry's heart expanded in his chest until he couldn't breathe properly.

"I really would," he said, reaching out to take Draco's hand.

"Alright. Dinner," he agreed. "But don't blame me if this doesn't work out."

Harry grinned at him, "Feel free to blame me when it does."

Day 14: Louder, So Everyone Can Hear | Day 16: Tulips

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #oof this one ran away from me #sorry it's long #I hope you still enjoy it #drarry #drarry drabbles #drarry ficlets #day 15: Wings #costumes #fun

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Three times the boys are blown away by pop culture and new technologies (and one time when Julie can’t resist the 90s)

Julie and the Phantoms, Julie/Luke, the timelines are not super accurate but bear with me, 1.9k

ALEX is obsessed with the Harry Potter books

Luke checks his phone again for the seventh time in the past ten minutes, his guitar hanging from his shoulders.

“DUDE!” He shouts out, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you gonna join us or what? We were supposed to start rehearsing half an hour ago!”

Alex’s head peeks from the loft: he’s laying on the pavement beside the sofa, and his eyes are barely visible from behind a battered copy of a book.

Julie sighs. Luke looks ready to blow Alex off, but she’s pretty sure it’ll make no difference.

“I’m sorry! I’m nearly finished with this chapter, I swear!” Alex turns a page, eyes glued to the book.

“You said that three chapters ago!” Luke’s eyes bulge out and he turns to Julie, pointing frantically upwards. “Is he serious? Are you serious?”

Julie opens her mouth, but she’s not sure of what to say. Alex has been like that for the past three days.

“Hey guys,” Reggie strides in, an open bag of Doritos in one hand and an aura of complete calm around him. Julie hadn’t even noticed he’d left. “Here Luke, you look nervous. Have some of these.”

Luke looks at Julie, then at Reggie, then he shoves his hand in the bag of chips and starts munching angrily on a handful of Doritos.

“Hey, ‘lex!” Reggie happily calls out. “Want some Doritos?”

“Not now, I’m reading!”

“IT SHOULD BE, NOT NOW I’M PLAYING!”

“Luke, calm down.” Julie pleads, “He’s about to finish the book anyway.”

“Whatcha reading, Alex?” Reggie calls out to the loft.

“It’s those damn Harry Potter things.” Luke seethes. “It’s like he can’t stop reading, he’s obsessed! Am I the only one who remembers we have a gig in four days?”

Reggie nods sympathetically at Luke.

“Yeah man. But that’s a really cool story, I watched the films with Carlos last week,” Reggie mimics a brain explosion. “I was mind blown. Hey Alex, which one are you reading?”

“Half-Blood Prince.” Alex replies, “And I’m almost done so…”

“Ohhh that’s a good one. Did you already get to the part where Dumbledore dies?”

A stunned silence falls over the studio.

“Oh, boy.” Julie covers her face with her hands. A heavy rumble of footsteps announces Alex’s descent from the loft: his hair is sticking in weird directions and his eyes are bloodshot. He looks at Reggie like he’s ready to murder him.

“Dumbledore what now?” Alex hisses, stepping forward.

“Dies. Snape kills him. Were you there yet?”

Alex points his drumstick at Reggie’s face like it’s a magic wand.

“NO, I WAS NOT!” Alex shouts. “HOW COULD YOU, REGGIE?”

Before either Julie or Luke can do anything to stop him, Alex throws himself at Reggie and they both roll around the floor, trying to get on top of each other. Julie slips an arm around Luke’s waist to give him a comforting squeeze.

“We’re not going to get anything done today if we let them do this.” She reminds him. Reggie is currently smacking Alex with a throw pillow and Luke observes attentively.

“Just a little more. Alex deserved it.”

LUKE adores School of Rock

“Your boyfriend,” Alex comes into the kitchen with his hands on his hips and glares at Julie, “Is a hypocrite.”

Julie, on her tiptoes to reach a jar of strawberry jam on the top shelf, just stares back.

“Be a little less specific, will you?”

“Come see for yourself.” Alex grabs her by the hand and pulls her all the way to the studio, where Luke is currently busy playing a guitar solo kneeling on the floor, hair drenched in sweat.

“NO YOU’RE NOT HARDCORE,” he shouts, “UNLESS YOU LIVE HARDCORE!”

“Ah,” Julie stands back and enjoys the show. “Luke, have you been watching School of Rock again?”

“No,” Luke lies, smiling like Julie’s just brought the sun back after a dark winter. “Maybe?”

Julie purses her lips, smiling. She gets why Luke identifies so much with that movie. Jack Black’s love for rock music and the whole ‘stick it to the Man’ talk are all Luke is about.

“You got mad at me for wanting to read Harry Potter instead of playing…” Alex accuses.

“But I am playing.” Luke protests, his fingers sliding on his guitar to play a riff that Julie’s pretty sure he’s stealing from Hendrix.

“Not our music!” Alex protests. “And before you even think about suggesting it, no, we’re not going to dress up in school uniforms for our next gig.”

“You would rock a skirt, though.” Reggie points out.

“I would,” Alex flips his hair out, “And knee socks too. But can we please get to practicing now?”

“It’s just, such a good story,” Luke tells Julie in a dreamy tone later that evening, while he’s splayed out in the garden squinting at the sky. There’s way too much light pollution to see any stars though. “I mean, the guy has a dream, and not only he manages to stay true to himself despite everyone going against him, he also inspires younger kids to do the same!”

“Yeah, I know,” Julie laughs, petting Luke’s head in her lap. “You see yourself in him.”

“I do,” Luke grins. “But I’m much better looking.”

Julie lightly pulls at the hair on the back of his neck.

“And people think Reggie is the vain one…”

Luke laughs, nestling more comfortably against her touch. Ever since they’ve become human again, he can’t seem to get enough.

“You know what I was thinking…” he begins, tentatively.

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me speak.”

“I already know what you’re going to say.”

Luke sits up, making puppy eyes at her.

“Come on, Jules! It would be epic!”

Julie sighs, taking Luke’s hands in hers and looking him straight into his eyes.

“No, Luke. You’re not stage diving at our next gig.”

REGGIE can’t get enough of Siri

“Guys, I think something is wrong with Reggie.” Julie announces nervously, twisting her hands as she walks into the living room. Alex and Luke are sprawled in front of the Tv and don’t look half as worried as she thinks they should.

“And you’re only noticing this now?” Alex arches his eyebrows, unbothered.

“I’m serious, guys! Come see!”

Julie guides them upstairs to the room that’s become Reggie’s, and they all peek from the semi-closed door.

“Hey, Siri,” they hear Reggie say, “Does anyone ever ask you, like, how are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you. Helping you makes me happy.”

“That’s very nice, thanks Siri.” Reggie sighs happily, kicking his feet up on his bed. “You never judge me, even when I asked you what a wi-fey was.”

“I don’t know what a wi-fey is. Were you looking for Wi-Fi?”

“I was!” Reggie slaps himself in the forehead. “You get me so well. Here, play our song Stand Tall, it’s one of my favorites.”

“Now playing: Stand Tall, by Julie and the Phantoms on Spotify.”

Outside in the corridor, Julie gestures frantically towards the room.

“See what I mean?” She whispers, “That can’t possibly be okay.”

“Think he feels a little lonely?” Alex scratches the back of his head.

“I mean, he’s basically using Siri as a therapist so…”

“I think you’re overreacting,” Luke shrugs. “He’s always liked robots. Siri is basically a talking computer, Reggie digs that stuff.

Another happy sigh from Reggie as the song ends has them all listening intently.

“So, this is one of the new songs. Sometimes I think to the fact that I actually died and lost my whole family and it’s a bit much, you know what I mean? I would like to find my parents, I think.”

“Here are all the results I found for ‘parents’”

“Wait, you can do that?” Reggie sits up on his bed, his mouth hanging open. “I thought you could only call the pizza guys!”

“Calling: pizza guy.”

“Siri, you’re a blessing!” Reggie is enraptured. “I was feeling sad and you call pizza! It’s like you can read my mind!”

“He shouldn’t be talking to Siri when he feels sad,” Julie hisses. Alex has sort of caught onto her concerns, but Luke merely giggles.

“I bet he’s going to call the milkshake place next.”

“Siri,” Reggie says as soon as he’s placed his pizza order, “Can we call Gordon’s Milkshack next? I have a craving for a chocolate banana shake.”

“Called it!”

(Bonus: JULIE discovers the Spice Girls)

Luke knows that one of Julie’s favorite parts of hanging out with them is introducing new technologies and pop culture wonders for the Millennials and Gen Z experience; she does this thing where she tilts her head to the right while she watches them discover something new and has a cute little smile Luke can’t get tired of seeing.

He’s tried to do the same for her, but it seems that she already knows everything about the early 90’s.

Except one day, he’s walking into the studio a little earlier than usual and finds it occupied by a Julie like he’s never seen her before, flailing her arms around and shaking her hips to the beat of a sugary pop song he knows all too well.

“If you wanna be my lover…”

Luke slaps a hand on his mouth and hides behind the door, watching Julie belt out Scary’s rap verse in perfect time. When the song ends, he comes out of his hiding spot with a cheek-splitting grin.

“That was amazing!”

“Luke!” Julie’s cheeks are blazing, but Luke can’t tell if it’s embarrassment or rage. Probably both.

“Before you say anything,” Luke holds up his hands, “I was here for only a minute, but you rocked every single second of it.”

“Yeah, I like the Spice Girls, okay?” Julie nervously twists her hair into a ponytail and refuses to look him in the eyes. “I was going through a playlist and it came up, it’s good fun!”

“Hey, no judgment!” Luke laughs, cupping her heated cheek in his hand and pulling her forward or a quick kiss. “You’re almost seventeen now, basically an adult. You can listen to whatever you want.”

Julie smiles against his lips and kisses him again, humming the melody of Wannabe as he does.

“Good thing your friends love me,” Luke laughs.

“We have the same friends, I’m not sure it counts.”

Reggie and Alex choose that very moment to barge in, as if they’d been summoned.

“Practice time!” Reggie announces, pinching Luke’s waist and sneaking out of reach immediately. “No more love-birding here.”

Alex reaches Julie’s laptop that’s still plugged into the sound system.

“Oh, let’s see what your love tunes are…”

“NO!” Julie’s horrified shout comes too late, because Alex is already doubled over laughing.

Luke leaves her to shout about privacy while Say you’ll be there blasts over the speakers.

“I’ll be right back guys.” He says, stepping out of the studio. He’s got an idea and there’s no time to waste.

Luke fishes his phone from his pocket and scans through his contact list. Reggie’s right: these touch screen thingies are pretty cool after all.

“What do you want?” A shrill, annoyed voice comes up from the other end of the line.

“Hello to you too, Carrie,” Luke smiles through the phone.

“Is Julie sick? Did she find out about the surprise party? Is this why you’re calling?” Carrie’s tone sounds accusatory, and Luke just knows that there is no way he’ll ever be able to get along with her. She is the spawn of his traitor ex bandmate after all.

“No, but that’s why I’m calling you.” He explains, “How would Dirty Candy like to become Julie’s favorite performance of the party?”

There’s a pause.

“I’m listening.”

Luke grins. He’s about to win the best-boyfriend-in-the-universe award.

“I hope you’re ready to Spice it up, Carrie.”

_______________________________________________ Thank you for reading! I know the Spice Girls are late 90s so the boys wouldn’t really know them, but bear with me. Feel free to drop a prompt in my askbox if you’d like! More minifics (x)

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #jukebox #jatp minific #not that mini actually but alas #my fics #juke fics #jatp fanfic

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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The Neighbors Son

You meet your new neighbors son.

Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, Mature-ish, angst

A/n: so this is the start of my Clark Kent Imagine series that will sort of run alongside my Bruce Wayne ones, I re-wrote this about eight times so hope you like the final result as for the health insurance I'm British so have no idea how it works I just went along the lines of how car insurance works here.

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters @thatgirly81

The Neighbors Son

Martha chuckled as you sat at her kitchen table grumbling over the papers in front of you.

"You do you lot have to do things so weird?! What the hell is this shit ?And what the fuck does that word even mean. Its not a word that's the fucking alphabet in the wrong order! THEY MADE UP NEW WORDS Martha can you take me out back and shoot me please? At this point I think that's my only option" You grunted resting your head on the table. Martha sighed rolling her eyes at your dramatic display you felt her slip the paper from underneath your head.

"Just whats gotten you so work up now girl..... Health insurance? Well its about damn time! You've been here four months .....I can see why this can seem difficult." She scanned the documents and slapped the side of your head making you sit up.

"Come on up, right this one is the best value but doesn't cover dental or opticians, so you have to pay for them, but it covers illness and emergancey care, if you choose the next one up you’ll get that and it also covers for maternity care." She pointed out the different options, you knew that you’d been lucky in England to have the nhs but until now you didn't know just how lucky.

"Can I upgrade? Like at a later date if I wanna have a one?" The older woman scanned the documents.

"Yes but you wont be able to claim anything for prenatal or maternity for at least six months after adding it to the policy." You nodded you didn't really see yourself accidentally falling pregnant for that you'd need to have sex and you've been on a dry spell since being here. You nodded taking the paper from her."So I will just do that then" you said wanting it over and done with she sighed at you crossing her arms giving you 'the look' that every woman got when she became a mother."How many have you looked at?" You shrunk under her stern gaze and rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

"Errr so far? In total? One" she sighed shaking her head at you, before pouring you both another coffee setting it in front of you,she hadn't realized how lonley she had been once the farm house across the field had been empty not until you had moved in, all the way from England you had bought the house with your inheritance selling most of the fields to others in the area just keeping a small two acres around the house for yourself. She had met you the day you moved in coming over to introduce herself see if you needed help, you both instantly hit it off and it wasn't long before she was looking out for you. It was hard for you to adjust to life here, loosing your dad was bad but she then found out that your mother had caused major problems practically chasing you out of the country, the woman had been unhappy with the will and wanted her 'half' tho it wasn't millions it was enough for you to live comfortably in the end you'd had to move as she kept coming around to the house causing problems and harassing you for money, you'd had to get away far away so settled in Kansas. It was different but a welcome change, slower and laid back sure sometimes you missed not being in the Hustle and bustle but you had everything you need, a comfy house ,decent car and an income from your books, you was an author writing adult books, tales of gorgeous cowboys, dominant business men and mafia king pin's all falling in love with the women of their dreams with erotic twists and scenes that would make a porn star blush. Martha had been a huge help since you got here ,she had taken you under her wing watching over you and you'd become fast friends, always finding yourselves at each others houses helping each other out. You groaned as she shook her head at you knowing the look. There was a lecture coming.

"That’s just silly, you should look around compare prices and policies, it could save you a lot of money in the long run, especially you i mean your a trouble magnet how you haven't already ended up in ER I don't know?" You smiled sweetly at her

"Because a have a kind and loving neighbor to patch me up" you said casting a look to the scar on your arm where she had sewed you up after a nasty fall on some farming equipment in the barn. She huffed at you rolling her eyes kids. And you was a kid only twenty seven years old younger then her Clark, sometimes she asked you why you don't go into town and meet some people your age you'd always cringe and shiver saying that they were to immature or just banged on about marriage and kids, which neither interested you in the slightest you were quite happy with things the way they were. Martha looked up as the dog perked up outside whining and yipping happily before she heard him

"Ma? You here?" She smiled as he entered the house wrapping her up in his arms she hugged him back.

"Clark? What are you doing here?" She pulled back a little seeing him upset she cupped his face.

"Oh god whats wrong? Is everything okay? Whats happened?"

"Its Lois...we had an argument I had to leave her Ma, its over she couldn't see past the super-" Martha quickly shushed him as You stood awkwardly thinking it better to leave not wanting to intrude. The man snapped his head in your direction releasing his mum and you were floored he was stunning, sure she had showed you photos of her son but they didn't do any justice. Tall broad and strong his biceps were fucking huge his chest tapered into a perfect v, dark hair hanging in messy curls atop his head some falling forward just skimming his eyes that were a glistening bright blue you felt your pussy clench violently. Fuck. You was so lost that you failed to notice him staring right back at you it was Martha clearing her throat that snapped you both out of what ever trance you'd both been put you under.

"Cheers for the coffee but I should get back and leave two to catch up, anyway this next chapter isn't gonna write itself..... at this point I don't think I’m gonna write it either." You said with a chuckle Martha turned to you putting her hands on her hips.

"Oh no you don't, your going park you butt right there and stay here to search other quotes" you gaped at her looking to her son he held up his hands staying out of it.

"Don't you go looking to him,he wont help you" you huffed crossing your arms

"Did you just give me homework? It sounds like you gave me home work." She nodded

"Damn right, health insurance is a big deal and you don't just pick the first one that pop's up on the internet" you pouted at her trying to change her mind she just stared you down tilting her head then you threw your hands up.

"Oh for fuck sake, fine I will look Jesus Christ" she nodded smiling not missing the way you and Clark was stealing glances at one another, well you stole glances Clark was out right staring. She slapped him upside the head.

"Don’t be rude son introduce yourself" he stuttered shyly flushing at being scolded before holding out a hand towards you quickly.

"Er Clark Kent nice to meet you Mrs?" You took his hand not surprised by how warm it was I mean this guy was hot, it only made sense right?.

"Miss Y/n Y/L/N but just call me Y/n everyone does....apart from your mum she calls me 'a pain in the ass'" he chuckled

"Then we already have something in common" you laughed as Martha motioned for you both to sit at the table smiling knowingly, she saw how Clark couldn't look away how the sorrow in his eyes disappeared as he looked at you. Clark couldn't tear his eyes away from you he gulped eyes raking over your form his mouth gone dry speechless. Wow. You was very attractive like you walked out of one of his fantasies, a tiny homely looking girl light tan with deep chocolate wavy hair in a short bob twisted in a half up do, tiny bun in the back with a few loose strands framing your small face that had a dusting of freckles from being out in the sun, tho he guessed that some were more permanent as they didn'tstop on your face trailing down into you blouse, his breathing hitched as his eyes couldn't help peeking seeing the tops of you breasts spilling over the cups of your bra as you slouched over the table barely resting your elbow on it due to how small you was. His cock twitched you were very tiny the top of your head didn't even reach the top of his chest, he estimated you to be around four foot nine maybe four foot ten he grunted a little, he did have a thing for smaller women, he loved that he towered over average sized women but you were like his dream girl,fuck if he didn't want to fold you in half and fuck you senseless. His pants tightened at the thought, he bet you'd struggle to take him but given the chance he would find a way to impale you forcing your little body to take every punishing inch he grunted a quietly his stomach clenching. He quickly pulled his eyes away before either you would notice trying to calm his slightly ragged breaths this wasn't like him at all, he had been raised a gentleman but sitting here he felt anything but. Drawing his eyes up to yours. Incredible, he got many compliments for his eye but yours were something else, one a light brown honey colour the other was the brightest green he had ever seen, like someone had captured an emerald with in it, he swallowed dryly again becoming hot under the collar twitching in his pants as he continued to assess you. He wasn't sure what you was doing in his Mothers house but he had no complaints whatsoever.

"S-so Y/n your not from around here." his voice cracked a little as he spoke you shook your head at him a little uncomfortable as Martha pottered about the kitchen busying herself with making a fresh pot of coffee, you moved to help her but she just shook her head at you.

"No I moved here four months ago from England, your mum has been helping me get settled, America is a lot weirder than I had initially thought" you giggled a little nervously crossing your legs trying to fight off the building tension between your thighs, it wasn't every day you sat across for a delicious looking male, already picturing him as the main character in your next book with the amount of fantasies you were sure to come you'd probably have enough material for a whole series. He grit his teeth a little as his cock jumped at the melodious sound of your voice and thick southern British accent, he wouldn't admit but your voice had now become his favorite sound of all, imagining just how high he could get it if you ever gave him a chance.

"Wow that’s pretty far, and you chose Smallville why not one of the big cities?" He asked as Martha walked across the kitchen washing up some dishes in the sink, you frowned she never did that when you was here, she was up to something.

"Well Gotham didn't look to promising and I couldn't find anything in metropolis, I didn't have much time to move and when I saw the farm house I thought why not and bought it now I'm just across the field from your mum. I might get a small place in the city at some point but right now I'm quite happy here"

"You haven't even been to metropolis yet and your already thinking of buying a place there? shouldn't you check it out first? Maybe you could show her around when she does visit Clark? Take her to see the sights she'd like that? Wouldn't you y/n?" Your jaw sort of hung open....was she trying to set you up with her son? You chuckled nervously seeing the smirk on the other woman face.

"Oh Martha he's probably busy-"

"No! No I'm not, I'm not busy at all!.....I-I mean sure I could to show you around." He interrupted you then flushed, Martha shook her head the boy wouldn't know sublty if it bit him on the ass. You blushed sipping more of your coffee.

"Well if your sure... but I need to finish my book I've already postponed the release date once, don't think the publisher will like another one" he smiled as his mother set down a cup and fresh coffee pot he refilled everyone's cups as she took a seat at the head of the table sitting back watching you both fumble around your words blushing and stuttering, there was definitely something going on here and she was a little smug and had a feeling she was going to enjoy this next bit.

"Your a writer? What do you write?" You blushed bright at his question. Oh shit.

"Haha Yeah, well I sort of write books, fiction"

"I don't think I've heard of you tho?" you looked down going beet red your pussy dampening your panties at the idea of him lying back in his bed reading one of your raunchy books.

"I use an alias so I don't get any backlash" he looked a little surprised but it wasn't uncommon even some journalists did this mostly if the do honest reviews of shops and services

"Oh so what type of fiction do you write children's books?" You flushed more at his innocence looking to Martha who was snickering quietly to herself. She was going to be no help here whatsoever.

"No..Not children's books...My stuff is more...Mature" you desperately looked to Martha eyes screaming. Help me!. poor Clark tilted his head a little not understanding why you seemed to be getting so embarrassed

"Oh for teens then?" his mother finally cracked up laughing out right at the face you pulled at him deciding to put an end to to sorry affair, it was painful to watch.

"Oh for god-She writes porn Clark! Erotica, Adult fantasies" Clark spat his coffee not ready for that at all, coughing and spluttering,you got up quickly just dodging the drink sprayed in your direction.

"MARTHA!..Oh shit are you okay big guy?" Patting to poor mans back as Martha sat there sipping her coffee smirking into her cup.

"What? Like I'm wrong? we'd be here all day if I'd let that pan out" You flushed at her words as he finally caught his breath before you sat back down and sunk in your seat mortified she just came out and said it.

"Ah okay then wow I didn't expect that....I mean you look so cute...Not that I don't think you can be sexy and cute cos you are shit I mean er what do I mean?...Its just not what I'd have thought you'd write....But there's nothing wrong with that, I imagine its quite hard NO!no not hard...Not that its easy that's not what I meant just that it would be hard-Difficult! difficult it would be difficult to write." Martha laughed out loud having the time of her life as you both flushed bright red, Clark was trying to talk himself out of his own embarrassment, you on the other hand just Blinked at him as he had a melt down so red he looked like his head was going to pop, finally taking pity on him you interrupted his babbling.

"Its okay...I get what you mean...Sometimes its... Difficult but you just you know keep at it..." Martha smiled oh yes you two definitely liked each other, now if only she could find a way to set you up together. An awkward silence fell over the kitchen as you fiddled with your cup a little and Clark trying to look anywhere but you failing miserably, she decided to have some mercy and change the subject and let you know that he was available all at once.

"So you and Lois are over for good this time?" You leaned back in your seat watching his face drop you couldn't help feel sorry for him.

"Yeah, she just kept pushing, wanting me to be someone I'm not, to play that part all the time I'm sick of it! it started got to the point I no longer had any choice, I'd do what ever for a quiet life even if it made me unhappy" Martha sighed at him she had seen this coming for a long time but had to step back and let him figure it out for himself.

"Clark I'm sorry things didn't work out I really am but she would never be satisfied until everything went her way you knew that"he nodded solemnly sighing you could tell who ever this Lois was had meant the world to him.

"I think I knew deep down she wasn't the one, I just thought if I carried on, if I stuck with it she would see how it was effecting me and change just a little for my sake. Just like I did for her you know?"

"She was never going to son, in her eyes you had become what she wanted so she didn't have to change at all but she forgot the most important thing in a relationship that's its give and take she forgot to be what you needed" Martha held his hand he sighed looking at her nodding.

"Well this happened just over three weeks ago and she is still carrying on like we are together, like nothings changed! showing up at my apartment when she feels like it and throwing a fit when i don't let her in and is telling everyone I'm her date to this party now I'm stuck, I don't want to go with her but if I go alone then she's going corner me." he sounded exhausted and fed up and slightly bitter towards this woman and with good reason you knew how this type of thing could were on someone, you'd seen it first hand growing up.

"Party? what Party?" he waved his hand at his Mothers question

"A staff party celebrating another award and I don't want to go alone, if I do I know I will end up going back to her I really don't want to. So need to find someone else but there is no one shes still letting everyone think we're together! and none of them want to be on her bad side. I just need a woman to pretend to be my girlfriend for one night"

"Now Clark that's not fair on whoever you take, your a handsome boy and anyone you take might really like you it could crush them if they find out your using them. You can't use one women to prove a point to your ex it isnt right your father and I raised you better then that." You interrupted before she could lay into him anymore.

"I can understand what he is getting at tho, sorry to interrupt and if I'm being out of line tell me, but she sounds like my Mother, relationships are give and take, you can't just take and take and expect your other half to put up with it, Clark if you need someone to go with you to make it clear your finished with her I will go with you, no strings attached or hard feelings but women who think everything should revolve and change around them and their needs really fucks me off!! especially when they pull that shit on a sweet genuine person, in the end these women just destroy the men their with. I don't know you very well but Martha raised you so you can't be that bad and that's enough for me." You hissed some of the words it was like your parents all over again. Your mother was spoilt and selfish always demanding that your father change the way he was for her, you had watched as he had given up everything for her but it was never enough, he had to play a part and it ate away at him for years sending him into a deep depression, yet she never did anything in return or tried to help him. In the end, you at seven years old had found him trying to commit suicide. The thought of you being the one to find his body was what broke the camel's back he threw her out the next day then tried divorcing her but she wouldn't sign the papers so instead they remained separated she had nothing so you was left in your dads care, he was happier then ever but the damage had been done he never found anyone else, she hung around every few months trying to weasel her way back in missing the money more than her family, when she didn't get her way she tried to destroy any happiness he found. Luckily he had sense enough to rewrite his will and piddle away the money in the account he had left to her his final fuck you to her was when the executor of the will read out that you was left with the car, house and just over seven hundred and eighty thousand pounds the housekeeper Susanna was left the holiday home in Devon and forty thousand pounds and your mother well she got twenty nine pound sixty seven pence and was aloud to have the expensive china that the Susanna had been instructed to smash after his passing....Yeah your dad was a bastard but it was funny as fuck. That’s why you had to leave she kept coming to the house harassing you for money. The restraining order hadn't worked so you decided to move you had the means to do it so went for it, she would never find you here and couldn't use the fact shes your mother to find you because you wasn't a minor the cherry on top the account that your dad was leaving for your mother was what he used to pay for your college and university. Martha sighed knowing why you got so wound up and you was right Lois was similar to your mother.

"You'd do that? Really?" You nodded to him smiling

"Absolutely I ain't afraid of no American.... apart from your mum shes scary as fuck, but seriously I can handle anything she tries to throw at me and you can show me around town while your at it, I'm guessing its in metropolis? when is it?" Martha sat back a little stumped turns out she wont have to set you two up after all.

"Err Its this Saturday ,you sure you want to come what about your book?" you waved him off

"Its fine Clark I can bring my laptop and work on it in the hotel" he nodded grinning wide suddenly excited about this next week then faltered.

"Don't bother booking a hotel you can stay with me for the week after all your doing me a huge favor its the least I can do to repay you" he chose to ignore his mothers raised brow. She had a few guesses at exactly how he was planning to pay you back and she doubted it was just going to be bed and breakfast.... probably breakfast in bed if the looks he gave you were anything to go by, not that she minded you would be a better fit for him anyway. Call it mothers intuition but she got the feeling that Clark would be around a little more now that you were just across the field.

"Oh no I couldn't! a hotel would be fine"

"I insist I would love nothing more then to have you to myself for the week" Martha tried to bite back a laugh, she never realized how cheesy her son was trying to flirt, no wonder he didn't have much success but she could see you fall for it hook line and sinker as you flushed squirming in your seat a little, he smirked at you from across the table getting more confident, he liked to think that he had already caught you. Prick he new exactly what he was doing as he leaned back man spreading, making your walls clench.

"You could spend the week ,we can catch a train tomorrow afternoon if you like, be back in time for dinner there's a nice diner near my apartment" you nodded a little suddenly feeling like one of the women in your books flustered heart racing a mile a minute as the man of your dreams offers to take you away from the boring daily routine. The question was were you brave enough to follow through with it, hell you'd moved to the other side of the world on a snap decision, spending a week alone with a drop dead gorgeous man should be a breeze, it didn't take long to decide giving him a shy smile nodding as you had butterflies in your tummy. His face lit up

"Great I will check the train times It's Sunday service but there should still be some in the afternoon"

"Perfect! I should go and pack then I suppose,Martha if I leave a key here could you watch the house for me and feed the fish when I'm gone" she nodded quickly excited but anxious at the same time, hoping that you would hit it off with Clark but at the same time apprehensive about how fast you was going, after all you only just met, but you were both adults and could handle yourselves and she knew you'd be safe with him.

"Oh is it formal or what?"

"Oh yes, its theme is Hollywood glam"

"Oooo I've got the perfect dress, any way I'm off and will see you both tomorrow be back around eleven tomorrow morning?" he stood nodding walking you to the door making you swoon inside as he opened the door above you reminding you just how big he was, a gentle giant.

"I-I'll see you tomorrow then Clark" he leaned down to your ear whispering

"Can't wait, sweet dream's Y/n I know mine will be" you gasped as he pulled away winking chuckling at your hot cheeks, he could have a lot of fun making you blush he decided as you turned quickly scampering down the stairs away from the house towards yours, who's roof you could barely see over the crops from this distance. He stayed there leaning on the door frame arms crossed groaning watching your ass sway as you made your way into the brakes in the crops what the tractors used to get across the field disappearing into the high crops.

"So you like her then?" he jumped back bumping into the door frame making it creak a little at his mothers sudden appearance, she giggled folding the tea towel in her hands.

"Wow you must have taken a shine to her if your so mesmerized by her or more specifically her backside, that I can sneak up on you,I haven't been able to do that since you were a little boy." he chuckled embarrassed that she'd caught him staring

"Not that I think you would but Clark? don't play with her feelings okay? shes a good kid and had it tough over the past few years and she doesn't need a heart break on top of everything else" he snapped his head to his mom.

"Ma you know I wouldn't-" she fixed him with a look

"You just admitted in there that you was going to use some poor girl to make a point to Lois and I'm telling you now if you hurt her I wont be impressed"

"I wouldn't do that to her, I wont hurt her I promise, but I would like to get to know her more...see if we could you know" she smiled softly at him

"I'm just saying your a handsome man and she could fall for you easily, don't use her as a rebound." he sighed she had a point but after seeing you all thoughts of Lois died.

"I like her Ma do you-do you think maybe she could like me to? this time have a relationship with me, get to know Clark Kent before Superman? that Clark could be enough this time?" that made her pause clenching the cloth in her hands twisting it, there was something in the way he said that, so unsure and hopeless she fumed inside his confidence was knocked she felt like she was speaking to the shy beaten down preteen he once was. He truly believed that Clark Kent wasn't good enough anymore and there was only one person to blame for that,it was with those words she realized that Lois had hurt him and hurt him bad, she sighed pulling him down kissing his cheek then cupped his cheeks making him look her in the eye.

"Now you listen to me and you listen well. You are good enough and you are loved, I don't know what Lois has put into your head, and for her safety I don't think I should know, but you forget it right this instant! you hear me?" he nodded a little still unsure as Martha searched his eyes for a little glimmer of confidence but her heart clenched when she couldn't find any, that confidence from earlier must have been false bravado. Lois was lucky she wasn't going to metropolis herself she's probably kill her for hurting her baby, tho she's sure Y/n was going to rip her apart in her stead it was a pity she wouldn't be there to see it.

"I think Y/n is already smitten with you and that you'd be good for one another. I've only known her four months but She doesn't try to be anything she's not, she takes people as she sees them and doesn't have time for all the games other women play its why we get along so well. And as a side note she has never reacted like that to any one else's attempts at flirting trust me there have been quite a few try when we've been out and she shut them down....Quite brutally now that I think of it. But if your serious about her give it your all I don't think you will be disappointed I think you'd be a good match." she wiped under his eye as they welled a little with unshed tears.

"Y-you really think she could like me?" he asked in a small voice.

"There’s no doubt in my mind that she already does, you think she'd agree to spend a week with you if she didn't? Honestly if you both hadn't made plans I was going to play matchmaker myself. Now why don't you go have a cold shower? and I can start on dinner"

"Cold shower?"

"You think I haven't notice your problem?" he flushed laughing wiping at his eyes and pulling his top down a little trying to cover the tent in his pants as she walked back into the house patting his back.

"Oh shit! You think she notice to?!" his mother laughed shrugging

"Who knows I mean she was checking you out to" as she entered the kitchen he stood there dumbfounded

"What Are you sure? I didn't notice"

"You wouldn't your a man, now go have a shower you are not eating at the table like that" he groaned shaking his head closing the front door making his way up the stairs to the bathroom.

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