#he's harder to get along with half-siblings too

[ma1dita]

crazy little thing

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 3.4k

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where he spends all his drachmas to make you smile. Sometimes, the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite herself. Everyone’s tired of you two dancing around each other. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: lil valentines day special though im working on more est. relationship fluff after this!! happy season 2 renewal babies

(posted 2/9/24 unbetaed)

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“Come on, you gotta admit—it’s kinda funny!” 

Luke is met with blank stares at the camp store after he places a few drachmas onto the folding table in front of the Apollo kids. They’re not sure if he’s trying to convince them, or himself.

Because yeah, that’s the excuse he goes for, wanting to spend his savings on having them sing to a certain head counselor instead of admitting his blatantly obvious feelings, so if you ask Lee Fletcher and his half-siblings, it’s kind of pathetic.

“What do we look like, a traveling mariachi band, Castellan?” he deadpans, watching the usually confident boy scratch the back of his neck with his face red like someone who’s been sitting out in the sun for too long. 

“I’m not saying to follow her around all day or whatever, just pick a random time to sing a song and catch her off-guard,” he insists, before meeting the judgmental look of one of Lee’s younger siblings.

Lee chuckles, ruffling his sister’s hair before looking at Luke quite seriously, “She’s a good friend. You’re gonna have to pay us more than that. Special song for a special lady after all.”

The son of Hermes knows he’s gonna regret this sooner or later, but proceeds to throw the rest of his meager earnings onto the table. He has other ways of being resourceful anyway, the box of chocolates he nicked from behind the store counter feeling heavy in his jacket pocket.

“Right…she’s just a friend.”

Luke’s hands fidget at his sides as he stands there, feeling a little stupid.

Lee’s little sister scoops up the coins from the table, her raised eyebrows and light aura mirroring that of her older brother. 

“What song were you thinking?” she asks, “Gotta make sure I know it if I’m singing it to your…friend.”

The 18-year-old boy tugs at his dark curls, getting more embarrassed and wanting to retreat with every minute that passes, but he’s never been one to back down from anything–swordfights, monsters, capture the flag, but this—trying to impress you...is a whole different story somehow.

Why are feelings so damn complicated? 

It feels like being at the butt of a joke, or more accurately—at the sharp edge of a sword, and Luke never lets his fights end in a draw.

“You guys got it covered. Just…surprise me too, I guess,” he sighs, walking off without finishing his sentence. He wishes he could pray a little harder to his dad for luck, even if he’s unsure of what exactly he’s wishing for (or if his dad will even listen).

“Castellan’s hopeless. You think he knows it yet?” the girl asks her brother, to which Lee laughs.

“I don’t think she does either, even though everyone else can see right through them. The new bets are on who’s gonna break first. Chiron’s been keeping track, but don’t tell Mr. D.”

If Luke wants a show, they’ll make sure he’ll get his money’s worth—and hopefully, it’ll push you two along faster. Lee bet on you two getting together before the summer after all, and he’ll be damned if he loses to Clarisse.

—

Valentine’s Day might be the day of love, but for you, someone who’s single (not by choice), and heavily busy with making sure people aren’t so…enamored in public (you’ve lost count of the reports you’ve written out due to indecent behavior this morning alone)---this just feels like another Wednesday, except with more hormonal teenagers with uncontrollable urges than usual. 

Oh, the joys of being the daughter of the camp director, also known as everyone’s favorite narc.

Honestly, love can suck it. With this much love in the air, you can feel it suffocating you like a plastic bag over your head. 

That’s an uncontrollable urge. Too much?

Maybe Silena was right, you do need to open yourself up more to romantic opportunities. But if you have to watch another person swap spit and get pawed at like they’re the last dinner roll at the table….You might commit arson and set this place ablaze.

You just didn’t understand why people had to go all out today of all days. Shouldn’t love be shown year-round? Though you were a person of theatrics and enjoy a good show, it is amazing how much grandiose displays of affection make you cringe. It felt very performative, instead of genuine, and you would know, you’re the best actress at camp. You’ve acted out stories before, knowing all of the greatest romances and tragedies by heart. And you pride yourself on being a decent teacher to the campers, but for some of them, love still translates to a bad rendition of a ballad they heard on the radio.

Nothing gets past you at this point.

But that sucks too sometimes, you know?

Multiple failed flings and a heartbreak or two weigh down on you on days like this one, as you’re stuck being a bystander to outlandish displays put on by the Aphrodite kids being put to work. Love is their domain anyway, and yours…makes you feel a little less undesirable. Each demigod has their own strengths and weaknesses, but perhaps in the name of love, some of them don’t know how to take a hint. Several forgettable prose readings, a Sparknotes version of Eros and Psyche, and too many red roses to count have you reeling from exhaustion and a bit of disgust—-and it’s only lunchtime. 

So yeah, maybe you’re a little jealous; they could call you Nemesis at this point.

The only flowers you got today were from the little kids from along the path to the strawberry orchard, and though it’s sweet—the human side of you misses affection. 

Devotion. 

To be a daughter of Dionysus meant to deal in extremes, obsession or nothing, and there are very few people who can handle that. Always being too much to handle, or uninterested as a defense mechanism. Perhaps that’s what scares admirers away. 

That, or the fact that Luke Castellan is always attached to your hip. To be honest, you’ve always preferred it that way—the both of you working as a pair always gets things done faster around camp and he brightens your mood, whether you admit it or not. 

But you two are just friends. 

Really good friends who look for each other in crowded rooms, hands constantly brushing against the other for comfort, and able to pick up where the other one leaves off. Usually he’s the first person you see in the morning, and the last person you say goodnight to. You know how he likes his coffee and he cuts your apples for you as you two sit together in your unassigned seats in the dining pavilion. You watch each other’s workshops and if one of you is missing, everyone knows to ask the other to get an answer.

Right? That’s totally normal coworker/friend behavior.

If you were ever given immortality, perhaps they’d make you the goddess of denial.

You’re sweeping up confetti from the dining hall floor after an uncoordinated excuse of a flash mob was performed for one of the Demeter kids…and not to sound like a heinous bitch, but maybe next time they should use something biodegradable…or less messy. Sighing deeply, you feel someone’s eyes on you, and when you look up, Luke’s standing there with two full plates of food.

“Take a break, trouble. No one’s paying you overtime,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes as you put the broom aside.

“No one’s paying me at all…” you groan, before taking the plate out of his hands and knocking your head against his shoulder in thanks. He snickers as his hand brushes the small of your back, tickling your spine as he leads you to sit at a table.

“Just another holiday. You know how it is.”

“It’d be nice to have a night off though. Sometimes I regret taking up the position,” you mumble through spoonfuls of soup. He throws his large hand over your shoulder, kneading some tension from your trapezius. Head jerking along with the movements, you giggle as soup dribbles off your spoon, which makes his lips quirk into a small smile. Being around you felt so thoughtless and easy that if you told him to jump off a bridge he’d do it without question, which should be more concerning—the hold you have on him is irrevocable. Feelings are way too difficult for his teenage brain to comprehend at this stage. It’s easier to wash dishes with lava or fight off a dragon (bad example, he knows, but there’s something about you that already makes him feel like he’s losing before anything’s even happened).

Luke is someone who fights until the end, a soldier who’s always trained and so ready that sometimes it makes you wonder what war he’s preparing for. Infatuation, or the scarier, four-letter word was not something he was ever briefed on.

“No, you don’t. You’re a control freak,” he says with a grin. 

Luke watches you play with the pendant on your necklace, the dragon scale he fashioned into your favorite accessory glinting in your hand. Running your fingers back and forth over the smooth surface, your other hand puts the spoon down and you place your head on his shoulder. He thinks if he had to describe the four-letter word on the tip of his tongue, he’d tell whoever’s asking about the way you kissed his healing cheek after you both left the Garden of Hesperides. More than a year later, Luke is still unable to find the right words even if the weakness has made a home in his heart with your name written all over it.

“I swear if I have to hear another person croak out a lovesong I might just drown myself in the Long Island Sound,” you scoff as his fingers trace circles onto your waist.

There’s a low strum of a guitar that reaches your ears and your forehead meets the cool surface of the table as you shut your eyes and grumble. It’s Lee and his half-siblings, beginning to walk through the hall seconds away from singing until they see Luke shaking his head and dragging his finger across his throat to please, gods, stop. The Apollo kids swivel and 180, walking out of the hall as the music stops dissonantly, rolling their eyes and dragging their feet.

“That was quick,” you say inquisitively as your head pops up from the table to see Luke looking off in the distance.

“Heh…I think they were just practicing or something…”

He then had to run off and pay them more drachmas for the inconvenience. 

Fucking hustlers.

—

The sun sets quickly on Camp Half-Blood since it’s mid-February, and Luke finds you trying to calm your nerves as you look at the mess of glitter and paper mache that covers the arts and crafts hall from floor to ceiling.

“I can’t believe this!” you say in disbelief as you look at Luke, and he takes the can of Redbull out of your shaking hand.  

“There’s just no fucking way everyone decided to use glitter. It’s everywhere! I’m—CONNOR, PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN!”

Luke sighs as he holds his hand out for his younger brother to give up the craft scissors, which he relinquishes with a mischievous grin. 

“Guys, go find trouble somewhere else,” Luke mutters, pushing his head away, and where Connor goes, Travis quickly follows, tossing a canister of glitter back at him and not knowing it was still open.

“Oops.” 

Immediately, the both of you are showered in iridescent particles, floating over your heads and stuck in your hair as the older Stoll brother looks at the two of you wide-eyed.

“You've already got trouble anyway,” he says teasingly, and this asshole winks at Luke before bolting out the door.

The room is silent now, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, before speaking, “I don’t care if he’s your brother, Luke. I might just fucking kill him.” You'd say more but your eyes are shut as you try not to breathe in glitter, and then the sound of the doorknob rattling catches your attention. Luke is standing there, finally faced with a door he can’t open, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance–but the effect isn’t as menacing as it should be when he’s covered in red and pink sparkles.

“Not if I get to him first, the little bastard.”

“Just open the door,” you say panicked, running over and forcing his hands off the doorknob.

“I can’t if you won’t let me do it!” He grits, elbowing you and trying to unlock the door with both his inherited gift and brute strength.

“What kind of demigod even are you? Lockpicking is supposed to be your thing!”

“Well OBVIOUSLY, but it’s not working, now is it, trouble?”

Luke finishes off the rest of your energy drink before throwing the can over his shoulder and he swears he can hear you cuss at him under your breath as you berate him about the mess, so he chooses to focus on busting the door down instead of looking at the glitter stuck in your eyelashes and thinking about how the idea of being stuck in a room with you makes him feel weak at the knees. Through the window, his eyes meet the group of Apollo kids staring at the predicament you two are in (and the barricade of chairs the Stoll brothers put in front of the door). He sighs, and Lee’s little sister flips him off as they start to walk away again, instruments in tow.

“You gonna charge him again?”

A tiny Will Solace looks at his elders for guidance as they walk along the path. As one of the youngest in the bunch, he especially idolizes anything his half-siblings do, going along with whatever they see fit.

“No, but we’re close enough to the archery range that I might just shoot them through their hearts myself. Eros and Aphrodite themselves are pretty much begging us to,” Lee grumbles.

“Why are we doing this again?” Will babbles, and his half-sister grabs his hand to help him walk faster.

“A crazy little thing called love. You’ll understand it better someday, kid.”

—

Thankfully, it all starts winding down after dinner. Luke finds you leaning against a tree flipping through your clipboard during the camp sing-along, so he tugs at your elbow to get your attention.

“Wanna get out of here?”

You look at him, slotting your pen behind your ear as you notice faint glitter particles still dotted along his cheeks. As your lips pull into a small smile, you say, "I still have a few things to do after this, don't you?"

"Cleared your schedule for the night," he mumbles, and whether it's the glow of the bonfire or he's actually blushing, a teasing expression crosses your face as you step closer and cross your arms at him.

"You cleared my schedule for the night. How on earth did you do that?"

Instead of a proper reply, he grabs your hand, tugging you out to the docks near the lake.

"Don't worry about it."

He's not going to tell you that he owes Chris and Annie a few favors before the end of the month to make up for the night shift they ended up taking. Instead, you both sit cross-legged at the edge of the dock, a gentle breeze brushing at your clothes and for the first time today, you're able to just exist.

"I hate Valentine's Day," you suddenly say, looking up at the night sky, and he's watching you closely as the gentle shine of the moon casts a cool glow on your face. Luke cringes at your statement, thinking he's already thrown away his shot.

"Why's that?"

"Tell me something Luke, am I unlikable? Like, is there anything wrong with me?"

He looks at you like you've told him you’re secretly a cyclops.

“The fuck? How many times do I have to tell you that everyone thinks you’re great?"

You don't even give him a chance to finish his sentence before you blurt, "I don’t want to be great, I want to be loved!" Reeling back a little, you lean back on your hands to create some distance.

 “Sorry... that was a lot, and I’m just...wanting to be noticed. It's nice to have people's attention sometimes, you know?”

You’ve got all of mine, he thinks, realizing he never stood a chance at fighting it—this four-letter feeling you give him is the first and only battle he’ll back down from, and you're the only person he’ll wholeheartedly surrender to.

In short, he’s fucked.

"I always notice you." He pulls out a dented box of chocolates from his jacket pocket, opening it up for the both of you to share, and the look of amusement on your face makes him glad that at least one thing somewhat went to plan today, even if the chocolate truffles are a bit smushed. You’re popping one into your mouth and his dark eyes follow the trail of your fingers to your mouth, feeling his heart beat a bit faster.

But then you both hear the soft strum of a guitar from near the trees, and the two of you turn to hear some of the Apollo kids singing beautifully along the coastline.

I'll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places...That this heart of mine embraces...

You gasp, grabbing Luke’s arm to push yourself up so that the both of you can turn and face a small group of your closest Apollo friends singing to the both of you. Luke’s eyes soften further when he feels you grab his hand and squeeze, leaning against his shoulder as you listen.

“Did you do this?” you mumble, still entranced by the performance.

“Only if it makes you laugh.”

And you do, in the way that he loves—a bit crazy and too loud, and it’s perfect.

I’ll always think of you that way…I’ll find you in the morning sun….

Whether it’s fireflies or Will bouncing light off the water to look like small, glowing candles, Luke can’t tell—he’s too busy watching your lips pull into a smile so confectionery his sweet tooth starts to ache. The little kid was never good at archery like his other half-siblings, but as your eyes shimmer under the ambient lights, you think his added romantic gesture shot you straight through the heart.

“You know, sometimes I really do hate you, Luke Castellan,” you whisper, and it couldn’t be more far from the truth.

“No, you don’t.”

His eyes flicker to you again, but you’re already looking back at him.

“I don’t.”

And when the night is new, I’ll be looking at the moon…but I’ll be seeing you…

It’s quiet now, and you’re unsure of where the Apollonian ensemble disappeared to but instead of worrying about if they’ll make it back before curfew, you stand there in front of Luke with your guard down.

Getting a little closer than he expected, your noses brush before you pull the slightly crushed wildflowers from your jean pocket, the only physical reminder you’ve kept from today, and tuck them into his jacket pocket, sitting right above his heart. 

“Thank you.”

Luke doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he feels your lips gently kiss the marred skin on his right cheek, the blemish having an uncanny resemblance to a stroke of lightning; it serves as a reminder of his weakness. The lines blur as his eyes close to savor it and he doesn’t know if weakness is your kisses or his scar—but he is vulnerable to it all the same, realizing there’s a crack in the otherwise perfect persona that he’s worked so hard on. When his eyes open again, his Achilles’ heel has taken human form.

—

“This has got to be cheating,” Clarisse grumbles as she watches from the distance, hidden behind the trees.

“It’s not cheating if I’m winning. Silena’s gonna get a kick out of this,” Lee chuckles, ushering everyone back towards the cabins. It’s a bit harder to do this in the dark as they try to be quiet and not interrupt whatever will happen next between their favorite counselors.

“Well lucky for you, your gifts are cute and romantic, what am I supposed to do? They fight enough!”

“That’s what got them into this mess in the first place. Come on, curfew’s in 10. We’ll find out which of us wins the bet soon enough,” Chris mutters, pushing them along back onto the main path.

“Easy for you to say, Rodriguez, you live with Luke!”

“Would I ever lie to you, La Rue?” he says with a mischievous grin, and the Apollo kids giggle at the irony.

—

“My body ages,

my anger burns into a seam.

I am so annoyed by love

and still it comes.”

-Kate Baer

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[yawneon]

percy will a s/o that’s always sleeping🫶

BLUE - NOISE

a/n : this is so bad 😭😭😭

pairing : in love!percy jackson x hermes kid!reader

summary : in which percy jackson has his best birthday yet.

!!! : praying for more reqs, this one is so cute, i try my best 😞, maybe the plot was the friends we made along the way, unspecified demigod reader, book percy, ooc camp, i wanted it to be rainy in camp so ITS GOINF TO RAIN 🤬, the curse of never being able to write alot returns, THIS IS SO BAD

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

people at camp could’ve sworn there had been a mix up in olympus.

you. an hermes child? what a laugh.

you had to be a kid of hypnos. you slept so much, how couldn’t you? genuinely you couldn’t peel yourself off your bed like ever. everyone in camp knew, you were the person in cabin 11 that won’t get out bed if not needed. alcoholics had alcohol, gamblers had casinos but you… you had something far more worse.

you had the (in your humble opinion) the most comfortable bed in all of camp. sure, it wasn’t a 5 star hotel quality but shit was it good.

and more importantly it was the beds fault that you were oh so tired all the time and you just needed to sleep more than half the day.

everyone else couldn’t care less.. your siblings would just give you a small glance before ignoring you because honestly it was more surprising to see you awake! and trust me when you started dating percy.. did this get worse.

whatever you thought about having the best bed in camp was trampled on and thrown over a cliff edge the moment you laid in percy’s bed.

not only was his bed adorned with comfortable sheets and pillows his cabin was quiet.

-

percy didn’t understand however.

how on earth could you sleep when you have the most handsome and amazing boyfriend in all of the whole universe??

he has whined and frowned at you multiple times but you’ve slickly avoided his dramatics by lathering him up with sweet and sappy comments like “im dreaming of you~” that make annabeth and grover cringe at when he goes and boasts to them.

but today,

today you couldn’t avoid the dread of getting out of bed.

-

you stood at the foot of his bed holding a plate of waffles, blue ones. it was far too early for you, (it was 8am) but it was percy’s birthday. you weren’t going to neglect your boyfriend because gods you would never hear the end of it. so you decided to go against your force of nature and got up to whip up a batch of waffles for him.

despite it being the midst of summer rain pelted down against the hard exterior of cabin 3. it didn’t rain usually in camp, the rain would usually just pass right by but maybe the gods were arguing again and the storm was especially hard this day.

sluggishly you drag your feet to stand beside the bed in which percy sleeping.

you wished that was you.

the plate adorning the blue waffles are set down on his bedside table and you place a gentle hand on his shoulder shaking him. despite your (sucky) efforts he doesn’t stir awake.

you grab his arm now with both hands and you shake him harder than before and finally does he grumble awake.

he looks up at you, confused.

“happy birthday, idiot” you pick up and hold the plate of waffles up so he could see them a tired but sweet look on your face. he sits up on his elbows and a dopey smile appears on his face, a very common smile he shines when he looks at you.

“this all for me?” percy sits up fully now taking the plate from you and he smiles bigger now gaining his full conscious. he pats the empty side of the bed next to him and you basically throw yourself into the white sheets.

despite the innate need to sink further in and take ahold of the sleep thats so desperately trying to drag you down you sit up and watch him. “you’re up, today.” percy teases, his shoulder nudging yours.

“just shut up and eat your breakfast.” you laugh softly amused by his jokes.

he begins gobbling the waffles down, scoffing down the cream on top and cleaning the plate of any remains of food. it was actually very impressive how well he ate all of it.

percy’s eyes trail to the window of his cabin his eyes watching as the raindrops pelt down at the glass and the sound of the rain hitting the walls and roof echo loudly.

-

percy places the plate back onto the bedside and looks out the window. “say aye if your in to stay home all day?” he peeks at you, another dopey smile that you just couldn’t resist is painted on his face.

you didn’t even reply to him, your arm snakes around his collarbone and you basically slump him into bed. you both lay on your back and then percy starts talking.

he always did this. percy would talk and talk and talk while you laid next to him, even if you were asleep he would keep going. just the feeling of having you next to him was comfortable so he would talk about all different kinds of things and today wasn’t any different.

you however wanted to listen to him today but oh geez was it hard.

again it wasn’t your fault that his voice was smooth and calming to listen to even of he was talking about how he fell one time and scraped his knee when he was 7. it was like ypur white noise. you already slept a fuck-ton and having a boyfriend with the most sweetest voice was not helping you.

he held your hand as he laid next to you, his eyes tracing every detail of the ceiling as his fingers dance along your palm. he starts telling you all about how his first quest went. a story you’ve heard over.. and over and over again.

“when i started my quest..” blah blah blah.

your eyes shut and all you could focus on was his voice and the noise of water hitting the window panes. his hand was warm in yours and with his free hand percy pulls the covers over the both of you so only your heads were poking out. he slips his arm under your head and his other hand grabs yours again as he keeps rambling on.

before you could fully drift off you turn into him, you could feel his eyes on you as he watches you shift and his words pause for a moment.

“i love you.” he whispers, hoping that you were asleep. you smile into his skin, a clear sign you were still all there.

“i love you too, happy birthday percy.” you half open your eyes you pull his face down by grabbing his cheeks and you kiss under his eye before moving back down.

percy flashes his signature smile before his story changes from his quest to tell you about how on his 9th birthday his mom baked him a blue cake and how it was awesome. you make a mental note to yourself before drifitng off.

you dreamt of percy that night.

let me rephrase that.

you dream of percy.

you dream of him even though he is yours.

his pretty green eyes, his black hair, his sandy skin on the beach. but more often than not you dream of him like how you are now.

cuddled up beside you, warm under the covers as he tells you about all kinds of things like how he thinks the universe was made.

you dream about him dreaming of you which you know he does (since he tells you).

you dream about the way he wants you despite your sleeping routines, you dream about the way he calls you his sleeping beauty.

yet all those dreams are the reality you live. maybe missing a few hours off of slumber isn’t all that bad when your spending it with the boy you see when you close your eyes.

-

@yawneon

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[lizziesfirstwife]

Yearning

✿ neteyam x fem!reader ✿

➳ summary: neteyam and you have been crushing on each other for the longest time, with a lot of built-up tension. However, neither of you expected his parents to get in the way of your love.

➳ warnings: him and reader aged up, tiny bit of angst, mention of readers parents being dead, neteyam and you pining over eachother, slight talks about arranged marriage/ mates if you squint, fluff at the end

➳ note: this is my first avatar work, so please be nice! Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated <3

You were fed up. Fed up with his longing stares, and especially with the looks the other villagers gave you. Like you couldn't hear the whispers. As if you couldn't feel their condescending looks. Him staring at you only made matters worse for the fact.

Neteyam couldn't care less about the villagers. Hell, he didn't even know what exactly they were whispering about. Their disparaging looks didn't make it too difficult to figure out, though. You were perfect in his eyes. You had never judged him when he cried in your arms at night, while he let down the long-since-built walls, constructed as a consequence of his father's harsh words.

Neytiri could only shake her head, amazed at the similarities between her firstborn and her husband. They were both lovable, but when it came to showing that love outwardly to those they loved, embarrassment appeared quicker than she could shoot an arrow. Too many times she's had to wake you up late at night and send you home when you and Neteyam have been fooling around late into the night about some topic she thought was silly, and ended up falling asleep half on top of one another. A true masterpiece, as she would call it. And not infrequently, an unmissable blush would appear on Neteyam's cheeks as soon as she would mention it. With the number of times this already has happened, Jake was more than confused about the sudden change of color on his son's face, only for Neytiri to displeasingly shake her head. Sully boys and love, like she said.

For the two of you, there was only one thing: you would make fun of his little brother for the rest of your days. As friends. What else?

Your parents died in an attack by the sky people just before the Sullys decided to seek out another clan for the safety of their people. You didn't let go of Neteyam's arms for nights on end, and even though your nails were digging into his back, almost painfully, and his chest was smooth with tears, he never sent you away. It wasn't a difficult decision to go with him. Who else did you have?

✿

You walked arm in arm along the beach. The sun shone down on you relentlessly, pleasantly beating down your hair, and warming your skin. You could still feel the freezing wind that blew over the sea, grateful more than ever for the weather Eywa blessed you with after your long journey. Thanks to Neteyam, you had a not-too-hard time arriving, Tuk however took it the hardest. The eight-year-old still refused to make friends her age, instead clinging to her siblings whenever possible. Jake and Neytiri were usually too busy with clan affairs, which hit the youngest harder than she admitted. Lo'ak, however, preferred to spend his time with a certain curly-haired Na'vi. Surely it wasn't on purpose, but an eight-year-old would hardly understand that. Kiri was mostly out in the ocean anyway and didn't come back until late in the evening with a handful of accessories. No way you had a problem taking care of her! But in moments like these, when you were just a girl and Neteyam just a boy with no responsibilities, you were grateful more than ever for Eywa's blessing.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a prick in your upper left arm. A grin crossed Neteyam's face as you darted around to him, eyes narrowed and mouth wide open. He just shrugged his shoulders. "You could have just said no instead of scaring the hell out of me...looked like your mind left your body." You rolled your eyes. Neteyam has always been the more dramatic of the two of you, which has often shown to not be helpful in the most harmless situations. Neither of you would ever forget the incident with the pa'li, nor Neytiri's 3-hour-long debark. Since then you have never dared to ride one of these creatures again, which couldn't be said of Neteyam. Of course not. He needed adventure like air to breathe, and adventure needed him just as equally.

His long fingers wandered from your shoulder to your waist, where they lingered comfortably. You couldn't help but feel how your breath quickened and your body tingled where it touched Neteyam's. You prayed to Eywa that he couldn't feel how fast your heart was beating. More and more often lately, the eldest Sully boy didn't even have to touch you to get that kind of reaction out of you. But when he touched you... Suddenly you were very aware of his big hand on your waist, the way his fingers dug into the flesh...

"Y/N? Y/N! Wiya, you did it again! Seems like you don't even want to listen to me anymore..."

Pushing the inappropriate thoughts out of your head, you shook your head violently. "Teyam, no! It's just... I don't know. Everything feels so different lately. As if this peace were just a cruel dream, and we could wake up to reality at any moment."

His gaze softened, gently pulling you towards him so that your entire left half was now pressed against his right. "If this was a dream, I'd be glad you were in it. Maybe this is just a dream, so what? Then this would be the best dream ever." He playfully pinched your waist, which elicited an angry squeak. Quickly he averted his eyes and cleared his throat, missing the way your entire face was blushing. Eywa, this must certainly be a dream, he thought. He swallowed hard, looked up at the sky, and then back into your eyes. "My mom keeps asking about you. I think if you don't come to dinner tonight she'll wring my neck herself."

You grinned. "That would be too bad..." He looked at you in mock indignation but couldn't help the laughter that escaped his throat. "So, you'll come? For my mom?", he asked, looking at you with his puppy eyes. Your knees almost buckled at the sight, but you managed to look at him with a pursed mouth. "For your mom? Neteyam, if that's just another excuse to put those nasty leaves in my food that give me a rash-" "It was one time! Lo'ak threatened to push me off my ikran the next time we would have a mission again!", he interrupted you, but quickly closed his mouth when he saw the look in your eyes. Sometimes you were more like his mother than he would have liked. He had apologized to you for hours at the time and sat in front of your tent for 2 days because you had given him the cold shoulder. He could take it that you were mad at him, but it felt as if some part of him was missing when you weren't with him. There was a heavy storm at the time, and he would probably have frozen to death from all the rain and wind if you hadn't dragged him into your tent with your own hands and forced him to eat. He refused to even touch the food until you accepted his apology. Eywa, could he be stubborn...

Slowly you started to walk on, dragging Neteyam with you. You couldn't stay mad at him for long. Not your Neteyam. You breathed in slowly and audibly, a smile again creeping its way onto your face. "How could I ever turn down your mother's food..."

✿

"And then Neteyam here said that he didn't have to bathe for 2 weeks as a protest, just because I pointed out to him that he would scare away the whole prey with such a stench," Neytiri said with a full mouth, a handful of bladder polyps on her plate. The plant's salty taste was delicious, leaving a tingling sensation on your tongue after you chew and swallow it. Jake once compared its taste to the one of a pickle, whatever that was.

Neteyam's face flushed, his eyes grazing yours to see if you even caught his mother's words. He was suddenly very aware of your proximity. How your thigh grazed his, or the sweet smell of the perfume that Tsireya must have given you. He would always prefer your natural scent but still could only pray that his body wouldn't betray him during the duration of this meal. He prayed.

Jake cleared his throat and almost all conversation ceased except for Kiri's soft chatter with Tuk. He admonished the two with a quick look but didn't bother any further with their talk. "This wonderful dinner, prepared by my wonderful mate", he said with a loving gaze toward Neytiri, "finally gives us a chance to get together again. There is much that needs to be talked about, some urgent matters that take priority." Neteyam looked at him warily, not quite taking his gaze off of you yet. Jake was now facing Neteyam, who was switching from looking at you and his father. "As you surely know, the time has come in your life when you have to make certain decisions. Coupled with the rumors going around... Neteyam, you need a mate."

He could have also set fire to the tent, and thrown the entirety of you into the ocean. The sound that escaped from your throat sounded almost outraged. Neteyam swallowed hard, trying to hide the sweat from his hands. There was no way his father chose to have this conversation the one time you agreed on having dinner with him.

"Do we have to have this conversation when Y/N's over?"

"Don't worry, Y/N was expected to have this conversation in a few days as well. Having her eat here with us today only avoids unnecessary complications," Jake dismissed. Neytiri had a look in her eyes that you couldn't read, looking down at her plate vehemently. Tuk's and Kiri's conversation had also fallen silent in the meantime, the two girls now doing the same as their mother, although you could see Tuk sneakily glancing up at what her father was saying.

Neteyam shook his head, but Jake warned him with a look you've seen all too often on the father's face. "Rumors are floating around Neteyam... rumors that you've already chosen someone. Do you know how much concern these rumors are causing? And guess who the number 1 guess is." You knew he meant you. And from the way Neteyams ears twitched, you knew that he was aware of that too.

Neteyam hoped that if everyone saw him with you, they would finally understand that he wasn't interested in anyone else, and certainly never would be. But it rather seemed like it had the opposite effect.

Jake's gaze softened a bit after looking at his wife's reaction. It seemed like she wasn't particularly excited to have this conversation, particularly not with you there to witness it. "I don't want to deprive you of your freedom of choice by any means son, but since you refuse to take Y/N as your-", he started, but Neteyam interrupted him with a snarl. "How many times do I have to tell you that we're friends? Friends! You act like the clan will throw us out if I don't choose a woman tomorrow." But the head of the family did not put up with any arguments. He raised his hand to signal Neteyam to be quiet. "We're lucky the clan took us so well. And surely no one cares that you're still unmated, but do you really want people to start talking? Especially about Y/N, who certainly has nothing to do with your situation."

Neteyam said nothing. He just looked down at his plate, defeated, all appetite driven away. It shouldn't bother you that much. You guys were friends after all, best friends if you can put it that way. But that he preferred to be the number one topic of conversation, instead of even considering mating with you...

No. No. No. You couldn't think like that. It was Neteyam after all! Your accommodating, incredibly considerate Neteyam, whom you would like to wring his neck for all the feelings he aroused in you. You didn't even notice your feet carrying you out of the tent, nor Neytiri's worried look, or Tuk's plaintive call of your name.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe it wasn't just Neteyam who needed adventure in his life to survive. And perhaps it was Neteyam who was the real adventure in your life. Who was your adventure...

✿

The waves were unusually calm as you were sitting on the sand with Tsireya by your side as if Eywa sensed how shaken you were. It has been a week since the incident at the Sullys. You were thankful more than ever to have your own tent, as you didn't want any confrontation with Neteyam or his parents yet. You weren't sure if you would ever want that. Tsireya must have noticed your sudden change in mood because she said nothing, instead sitting next to you while the two of you worked on a necklace. She firmly believed that being creative and doing something was a great help against bad moods. And truly, you haven't felt at peace like that since before the dinner a week ago.

Your fingers almost hurt from the repeating motion you had to do to create the certain pearl pattern you wanted in your necklace, when you suddenly heard voices behind you. No no no. Your field of vision was suddenly blocked from the sun, and you had to tilt your neck uncomfortably to face the source of your problems. Of course, your moment of peace had to be interrupted by him. Neteyam Sully had his hands clasped behind his back and his expression seemed blank, were it not for the small smile that had long been reserved just for you. Tsireya looked back and forth between you, asking you with a silent look if this was okay with you. You just nodded slightly, never taking your eyes off Neteyam. Taking the hint, she took her unfinished necklace and quietly snuck away.

Neteyam looked after her until she disappeared from his sight, and then took the spot next to you where Tsireya just sat. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes until he finally spoke. "You know, my mom almost killed me when I didn't run after you." You didn't say anything, which he took with a nod and the sign to continue. "I never really paid attention to girls when I grew up. Why should I when I grew up with the best of them?" You slowly turned to him and realized that his eyes were on you. You almost stood up, if his eyes didn't have that pleading look in them. So you just continued to listen.

"I've never questioned my disinterest in girls growing up, thinking that the right one just hadn't walked into my life yet. But I was stupid, so stupid. Eywa, I probably still am." You couldn't help but grin at his words, and he laughed at how easily he could coax a reaction out of you. Slowly, not wanting to scare you away, he slipped his hands into yours so that you were now facing him. "Y/N... I never saw it. I never understood why my parents never wanted to stop teasing me about you. But I guess I didn't want to see it. Didn't want to realize that there was a possibility, a big one at that, that you might not feel the same as I do." Your heart was beating wildly, and you thought for a moment that he could hear how wildly it was beating, how wildly it was beating for him, when his gaze slid to your chest and then up again. He gently squeezed your hand, unconsciously stroking the back of your hand with his thumb soothingly.

You knew what he was getting at, the look in his eyes almost unbearable. You didn't know what you were supposed to say, your throat feeling tight all of a sudden, unable to get any sound out of it. So you just scooted closer to him, your chest now barely touching his. "I always thought there was something wrong with me. That I wasn't in a position to like the chief's son even a little bit more than his best friend should. But..." You looked up at him desperate, gazing at his lips for a short second. His pupils dilated with something indescribable at seeing your flushed cheeks and blown eyes. You could have sworn that the air around you was buzzing. No words needed to be said as you two stared at each other, no words to express the magnitude of feelings that existed between you.

"Neteyam, I-"

"I see you Y/N."

You sat there with a dumbfounded look on your face, mouth wide open at the fact that he shamelessly interrupted your confession. Part of you wanted to smack him in the chest for that, but you were sure that any more physical contact would make your heart actually fail. He saw you. He is seeing you.

Neteyam didn't know how you managed to smile that hard, or how his heart could beat as hard as it was right now, but Eywa would he put up with it a thousand times more if it meant he would be able to see that look on your face again.

"I see you too, skxawng."

You didn't want to think of all the consequences that this moment would bring, or how tomorrow would be after you woke up and the situation would sink in your head.

You were right. He was your adventure, but you were also his. He needed adventure like he needed air to breathe, and for the first time in ages, it felt like he was finally able to again.

With you.

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Birthday

Summary: The reader wakes Elijah up with a great surprise.

(The reader is AFAB, but gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Blowjob, handjob, facefucking, dirty talk, slight degradation, cum swallowing)

It was quite rare for Elijah to get a full night's rest. The constant threats to his family's well-being and the constant eye on Klaus' whereabouts and the things he was doing tended to prevent Elijah from getting his proper rest and relaxation, but today and tonight was different. All day long, his siblings weren't as chaotic as usual, even Klaus didn't bother him much. He found it strange at the time, but decided to enjoy it while it last. And now, he laid in his bed, enjoying a dreamless sleep that was rare for him to come by.

My god, he thought, his eyes still closed. Suddenly during his dreamless sleep, a strange, but amazing sensation was beginning in his stomach and was slowly moving downward. It felt like light kisses was being laid upon his stomach. He wanted to open his eyes to see what it was, but found that he was too tired to even attempt.

"Mmm," he whimpered, furrowing his brows. When the kisses started going near his waist, the sensation slightly changed from light kisses to something wet running across his skin. "Fuck," he moaned, thrusting his crotch up tiredly at whoever was doing this.

He felt a hand gently press his hips down, before feeling another begin working his sleeping pants down off his hips. He could feel the chill of the air hit his semi-hard member, and the chill made it twitch.

"So big," he heard a voice whisper.

"Oh," he moaned lowly, feeling a soft hand take hold of him. Before he could try to figure out who the voice belonged to, he felt a sudden warm wetness run across the underside of himself, making him harder.

"Oh shit," he cursed.

"You like that, Elijah," the voice asked. "You like me tasting your dick?"

"Y-Yes," he moaned, struggling to think clearly.

"Good," the voice replied.

The wetness continued to run along his length, all the way to the tip, and when he thought it couldn't get better, he felt a another hand softly grasp one of his balls and gently rolled it in their palm.

The sensation was too great and finally with a loud moan, he forced his eyes open. He looked down his body and saw that his shirt was pushed up to his chest and like he thought, his sleeping pants was low on his hips, almost to his knees.

"Oh dear," he exhaled as he laid his eyes upon you, his precious love, licking the tip of his member and rubbing his balls in your hand. "(Y/N), what-?"

Before he could continue his question, you slipped more of his member into your mouth, the taste of him on your tongue made you moan around him.

"Oh, please," Elijah whimpered, thrusting himself more into your mouth and sliding into your throat.

"Mmm," you moaned around him again, making him throw his head back against his pillow.

"(Y/N)," he repeated your name, his voice weak and broken.

"What you want, baby," you asked, slowly sliding your mouth off of him and wrapping your other hand around the lower part of his member, your grip firm, but not too firm, just how he liked it. "Tell me what you want."

You put your mouth back on him and began to slowly slid him back into your mouth, his tip going down your throat. When you couldn't fit anymore of him in your mouth, you began stroking the rest of him, and continued to fondle his balls.

"Oh, please," He whimpered again, lifting his head and looking back down to you, his eyes half open and half closed and his handsome face scrunched up in pleasure. "(Y/N), my love-" he cut himself as he let out another moan.

"Mmm," you moaned around him again before slowly pulling off of him, your mouth now wet with your saliva. "What you want, baby? I wanna know." You let go of his balls and used that hand to stroke the upper half of him, while the other one continued to stroke the lower half, your left over saliva helping you stroke him better. "You want me to keep jerking you off like this?"

"Uuh," He groaned.

His eyes began to droop more and more closed out of pleasure, but he tried to fight off the urge and keep his gaze on you. The sight of the noble, always put-together Mikaelson falling apart like this because of you made you wetter than you ever felt and you knew nothing could compare to this feeling.

As you continued to stroke him, you noticed his hips beginning to lift up every time your hands stroked up to his tip. The sight of his muscular hips thrusting up like that brought an idea to your mind and you decided to slow down your strokes, making sure he could be coherent enough to hear you.

"Elijah, honey," you said.

He opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't. The pleasure was too much for him. Instead he nodded his head at you to let you know he was listening.

"Tell me,...you wanna fuck my mouth?"

Just the question alone made the original let another moan and he quickly nodded his head at you.

He raised his hands and gently unwrapped yours from around him, and you placed them next to his thighs. Taking his member in his hand, he gave his self a few strokes, keeping his gaze on you and you could tell by the renewed look in his eyes that he would not be gentle with you.

"Come here," he said, holding his self out to you, his tip pointing straight at your mouth. Instantly you leaned forward and took him in your mouth.

"More," you heard him say, before you felt his other hand at the back of your head, pushing your mouth further down on him, his tip already hitting your throat.

"Oh yes," he exhaled, lifting his hips and thrusting more of himself into your mouth, making you gag. "Take it all," he said, pulling out for a second then thrusting back in deeply, the action making you gag again and your eyes began to slightly water.

"You're such a slut," he told you, pulling back out. "Waking me up to fuck your mouth. How pathetic." He thrusted back in roughly, making you gag a little harder than before.

"Oh was that too much, dear," he asked, chuckling, tiredly. "Too bad."

He moved his hand from the back of your head to your cheek and moved his other hand to the other one, holding both sides of your face, while he was still deep down your throat.

"You ready, love," he asked you.

"Mm-hmm," you hummed around him, making him moan.

"Good," he said, then pulled halfway out. You took a deep breath, already knowing what he was about to do and getting wetter at the thought of it.

He thrusted back into your mouth, going into your throat, then pulled back out and repeated.

He began to roughly fuck your mouth, each thrust making you gag and moan around his member, making him let out moans and whimpers.

"Fuck, yes," he grunted, his grip on you getting tighter with each thrust. "You fucking whore. Just take it!" The speed of his thrusts suddenly increased and you could feel your saliva dripping from around the corners of your mouth and onto the bedsheets beneath you two.

"Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck your face like this?" You could see his legs beginning to tense and the rhythm of his thrusts were becoming out of control.

"You want me to come in your mouth, slut," he asked, his voice becoming more desperate and broken with each thrust.

"Mm-hmm," you hummed around him again, your mouth vibrating around him.

"Yes, yes, yes," he repeated as his hips suddenly had a mind of their own and began thrusting more wildly, his hands falling from your face and landing on the bed, as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

"Shit," he grunted, he finally stopped thrusting. His head fell back on his pillow as his cum began shooting down your throat.

Even though his hands were no longer on your face, holding you, you still held him in your mouth and tried to swallow as cum as you could.

"Oh," he moaned loudly, his body now melting into the mattress as his orgasm ran through him.

Slowly sliding your mouth off of him, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend being completely relaxed, his body no longer showing any stress or frustration like usual.

"What-" he paused, trying to speak through his post-orgasm hazed mind. "What was that?"

He lifted his head and looked at you with such love and adoration that you couldn't help the fire that began to spread in your core. Ignore it, you urged yourself. Not yet.

"What did I do," he stopped again, out of breath then continued, "to deserve such a wake up call like this?"

"What did you do," you crawled up his body, laying soft kisses on his stomach on the way up and grinned as his body twitched with each kiss. "You were born."

"What," he asked, confused.

Giggling, you kissed him on the mouth, then kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, Elijah."

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🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: So this idea came from me wanting to venture out and do something special for pride month. Leave it to me to get it out right at the end of the month lol. As a bisexual hopeless romantic, the premise just kind of hit me and I just rolled with it. It's my first ever femxfem piece, but I hope it turned out good. I may possibly do a second part to this if I feel like it later down the road if people want that. Anyways, I hope you guys like this one! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Tsireya x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Lo'ak

Warnings: Unrequited Love?, Secret Crush, Jealousy, Angst, Throuple Dynamic, Smut, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), Dry Humping?, Praise Kink if you squint, I think that's it.

Word Count: 4k

Summary: You're forced to confront your secret crush on your best friend when her attention starts to drift elsewhere.

There was no one you loved more than Tsireya. She had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. She has been your constant. She is always here with you. There was not a time before her and there will never be a time after her. She was your person. Your Reya. You were convinced that there was not a force strong enough on this planet to come between the two of you.

Even as the two of you grew and matured and males started looking at the two of you as potential mates, anyone who approached you had to know that this was a package deal. Tsireya would always be number one in your heart and vice versa. There was no one else worthy of her love.

Boys came and went, but you were here with her forever. When the next stupid boy would come along and inevitably break her heart, you would be here with open arms waiting for her to melt in your warm embrace. “Forget about that asshole, Reya. You still got me and I’m not going anywhere.”

At least, that was how it was supposed to work.

The arrival of the Sully family completely threw everything off. Specifically, Lo’ak. You saw the way he looked at Tsireya when they first landed. Of course, he’d be enthralled by her beauty. Who wouldn’t be? But what you weren’t ready for was the way she looked back at him. There was no way she was serious. But she was. No matter. This one will end soon enough just like all the others and it would be just you and her together against the world again. The way it was supposed to be.

You had convinced yourself that even though Lo’ak was clearly taken with Tsireya, she was only being friendly towards him. It was strictly platonic. It only makes sense. She has the responsibility of helping train him and his siblings and it just makes sense to be hospitable. That’s all it was.

But slowly, over the passing months, it became harder and harder to convince yourself. Tsireya started finding less and less time for you and more and more time for Lo’ak. Early morning walks were spent hand-in-hand with him. She would sit with him at meals listening intently to whatever nonsense he was spewing. And training, that was the worst. They were always so touchy with each other. The way his hand would rest a little too close to her inner thigh when he rode on the back of her ilu and the way her face would flush at the contact. It made your stomach churn.

“Easy. What did the spear do to you?” Ao’nung joked next to you while you aggressively sharpened your weapon. True enough, it threatened to snap in your grasp at any moment. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and tossed it to the ground. He huffs out a sigh, “You know, you make yourself so obvious.”

Your head whips around to him, “How do you mean?”

“I mean that it is clear to anyone with half a brain that you are completely in love with Tsireya and you’re jealous that she’s taken a liking to the forest freak.”

Heat spreads through your cheeks at his astute observation. “You’re being ridiculous. I just don’t think he’s good enough for her. And as her best friend, I just want the best for her.” “That’s bullshit. You don’t think anyone is good enough for her because they’re not you. You don’t just ‘want the best for her’, you think you are the best for her.”

“You know, Ao’nung, you’d do well to mind your own business.” You hurriedly stand and take off down the beach. Right now, you’re not sure which upset you more, watching Tsireya let Lo’ak be all over her, or the fact that Ao’nung had you totally figured out. He was right. You had been caught in Tsireya’s undercurrent for years and you were more than happy to drown yourself in her.

But in reality, deep down, you knew. You knew that your feelings were completely one-sided. She had never seen you the way you did her. Her love for you, while it was true and strong, it was purely platonic. That realization hurt more than an arrow straight through the chest.

There had been so many moments you had wanted to tell her how you truly felt. How much you loved her. How you actually loved her. Beg her to give you a chance to prove yourself a worthy and competent mate for her. So many times you had almost let the words slip out when she’d fall into your arms in tears. Almost. But then the fear would smell hope in the air and pounce like the predator it was. And you would cower away from your feelings like prey.

…

Today was the last straw. You’ve had just about all you can take of this. You couldn’t take it when Tsireya had eagerly showed you the arm band she had woven for Lo’ak. The intricate pattern that you just know she spent countless hours perfecting and the beads whose color would have taken hours of searching to find. She had never made anything for anyone but you. The one anklet that you still wore to this day. The one that she had made for you back when you were children and you would have her adjust for you every time you grew too big to fit it anymore. It was special because Tsireya did not make jewelry for anyone else since. And now, here her new gift stared you right in the face gloating. Rubbing sea salt into the still bleeding gash on your heart. You couldn’t take the shy smile on her face as she explained how many times she’d had to restart the project just to get it right. You had taken about as much of this as you could and, finally, you had lost it.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s great, Tsireya. I’m sure he’ll love it. He loves anything you do.” Your words are sarcastic and bitter as they hit her ears making them twitch in confusion.

“What is wrong? You never call me by my name.” it breaks your heart to see the way her face falls, but not more than seeing the trinket still clutched in her hand.

“Just forget it. Go be with your new boyfriend.”

“Why are you acting this way?” you can see the tears starting to well in her eyes. Your heart yearns to reach out and stop them in their tracks, but your ego is too bruised to let you move towards her.

“Me acting this way? What about you? Ever since Lo’ak came into the picture, you’ve completely forgotten about me. About us! He may be infatuated with you, but I actually lo—”

Your brain kicks into autopilot and stops your tongue before you can even register what you were about to say.

Her stare is gentle and once your half confession fully settles into her mind, there’s a flash of what looks like pity. And there it is. The rejection. You knew it was coming, but to see it still hurt all the same. Your eyes drop to the floor and your ears shrink down to your head trying to make yourself look as small as you felt.

“Never mind. Forget I said anything.” You quickly pass her to take off running down the shore.

“Wait!” She calls out after you, but your feet are already set in their mission to carry you away from this situation.

You fucked up. You had utterly destroyed whatever semblance of a relationship you had with Tsireya. There’s no way she doesn’t hate you now. She would go be with Lo’ak and would resign the memory of you to a dark corner of her past that she would soon forget.

You keep running. You’re not sure where to, but you keep going hoping to outrun your heartache. Eventually, your feet slow down and your lungs burn with lack of oxygen. When you finally come to a halt, you’re met with a secluded section of the beach hidden by towering boulders on the shore. You remember this place. You had come here years ago with Tsireya. The day you realized you were in love with her.

You both had come here and decided to braid each other’s hair. The act of braiding someone’s hair felt so inherently intimate. You were initially confused about the full-body chills you felt when her fingers trailed through your loose curls. Her grip was gentle, but firm and the rise and fall of your chest got deeper with each breath. She layed your head in her lap when she finished and simply let her hands stroke your head. Looking up at her in that moment, she looked ethereal. If you had ever doubted the existence of Eywa, this had definitely turned you into a believer. Only an almighty being could create someone so perfect. In that moment when your heart swelled in your chest, you knew.

But that was all over now. Sitting amongst these boulders now brought on only cold, stiff despair. You sink to your knees and you let yourself grieve. Grieve the love that never got the chance to be. Grieve the greatest friendship you had ever known. Grieve the future that would forever be out of your reach. And these rocks bore witness to it all.

“There you are!” you turn to see Tsireya running towards where you sat for what felt like months. Embarrassment and shame burn in your cheeks and you turn your head back away from her. “How did you know where I’d be?”

“I just know you too well.” A small smile plays on her lips until she sees you aren’t buying into it and her smile falls just as easily as it came.

Her hand rests on your cheek and brings your face back to her. “Look at me” her eyes are sad and her tone is cautious. “I love you. You know that.”

“Just not the way that I love you.”

Her ears flatten against her head and her thumb rubs small circles against your cheeks. You let out a deep sigh leaning your face more into her touch. There’s almost no more time to process everything you’re feeling when Tsireya leans forward and presses her lips to yours. You’re unable to do anything but sit there dumb struck when she pulls back. The kiss was quick and sweet and now it feels like all the blood has rushed to your head. You know your face must give away how you’re feeling from how she giggles at your expression.

“Why did you do that? I—I mean, I’m happy. But I’m also really fucking confused.” It feels like the words can’t tumble out of your mouth fast enough.

“You may be skilled, but subtlety has never been your strong suit. I have always known.”

Your eyes go wide in shock and embarrassment. How long has she known? Were you really that obvious? Did Ao’nung tell her? “Wait, but what about Lo’ak?”

She shrugs slightly, “Yes, I love him, but I told him that if we were going to be anything to each other, he would have to accept all of me. And that includes you. You are a part of me and I love you…in every way.”

Her hand grips yours tightly hoping that it will aid you in believing her.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I assumed that you were not ready yet since you didn’t say anything to me either.”

You can’t help but laugh slightly at yourself. You couldn’t really blame her for that.

“So Lo’ak is…okay? Like with this?” you gesture between the two of you hoping that she understands what you actually mean. And the relief you feel when she nods her head is unmatched. You all but throw yourself into her arms and hold her tight trying to cling on to this dream for dear life.

When she laughs, it shakes your body a little. “Are you going to cry?” “No! Shut up.” you lie already feeling the tears gathering on your waterline.

…

The next few weeks feel like a fever dream. Tsireya convinced you to play nice with Lo’ak. You were hesitant to say the least, but when she flashes you those big sad eyes, how are you supposed to ever say no to her? And, you’d never admit this out loud, but you’re glad that you did give him a chance. You were maybe a little over-vigilant the first few days, but he quicky showed how much he actually cares and how respectful he could be. Not only to Tsireya either. Lo’ak would always make it a point to ensure that you were included in activities and conversations. Anything he did for Tsireya, he did for you too. Even the courting gifts. It was a little awkward for you at first. Nevertheless, he would always make sure to bring two of whatever gift he had. It was more than a little sweet.

“I thought you hated my guts. Of course, I was afraid to approach you!” he said with levity dancing through his voice making all of you laugh. Tsireya’s legs were draped across his lap with his hands resting on them and rubbing small circles into her calf. Her head rested in your lap and one of your hands held her cheek which she rested comfortably into.

“Sorry, that is kind of on me. I was not your biggest fan to start with.”

“And what about now?” he cocks his eyebrow at you.

“I guess you’re okay.” You playfully roll your eyes, but Tsireya catches the look on your face.

“Liar! You are blushing!” she teases from under you.

“Reya!” you lightly pinch her cheek and she laughs that adorable little laugh of hers.

When the day comes for you to all be mated, you’re more than a little nervous.

“Um…s-so how do we…I mean like do you—or sh-should we…maybe…” your mind is racing so fast that you can’t seem to pin down a single coherent thought and it shows. “I have no idea how this is supposed to work.” You finally admit. Tsireya squeezes your hand reassuringly and offers you a small smile calming you instantly.

“Listen, you two go have your fun. I’ll join you soon enough.”  Lo’ak suggests and your jaw drops a little while Tsireya’s tail is thrashing happily behind her.

“Are you sure? I mean like I’d love to, but are you sure you’re okay with that?” you almost can’t believe it.

He smirks and shrugs his shoulders a bit, “You guys have been together way before I came along. It just makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Tsireya lifts up on her toes and kisses his cheek. In a show of appreciation, you do the same before whispering a small ‘thank you’.

“Just make sure you both save some energy for me too!” he teases as you walk into the marui and pull the covering over the entrance.

Tsireya is already taking a seat on the mat and you join her and you just take in her beauty.

“I’m a little nervous. I don’t really know what to do.” She admits with her cheeks turning violet. You’re sure your face probably mimics hers, but you decide to take the initiative.

You reach out to cup her face and pull her lips to yours in a tender kiss. She relaxes at your touch and your hands slide down to rest on her waist and pull her closer. Her hands wrap around the back of your neck and her fingers busy themselves tracing up and down your spine. Cautiously, you swipe your tongue along her bottom lip in hopes that she’ll let you in and she does. Her mouth tastes sweet on your tongue. It makes your whole body feel like it’s buzzing. She sighs into the kiss and it makes you feel bold enough to pull her into your lap and she crosses her legs around you. She’s so close, but you still need her closer. Your hands race up and down her body itching to touch every inch of skin physically possible. You finally break the kiss only to trail your lips down her jaw and neck where you suck little hickeys into her flawless skin. Her fingers tangle in your hair and that familiar shiver runs down your back. You move your face and hands to her chest taking in every part of her you can. You clumsily untie her top and discard it across the room so that you can have uninhibited access to her. Your hands grope and squeeze and tease before you give an experimental lick to one of her nipples. She squeaks out a cute little whimper and it may possibly be the most arousing sound you’ve ever heard. Her face is fully flushed looking down at you as you continue to let yourself indulge in her body.

Tsireya starts to grind her hips down into yours searching for friction against her throbbing heat. You shift your bodies so that you can lay her down on her back and she keeps her thighs secure around your waist. Your body seems to work out what to do before your mind as your hips slowly roll into hers and she starts to moan when you hit a certain spot. You’re almost embarrassingly wet at this point feeling her skin all over yours.

“Mmf…please…I need you to touch me there.” Her breathless pleas make your ears twitch and it’s almost comical how quickly you kiss your way down her body until your face is buried between her thighs nipping little love bites into the soft skin on the inside. Tsireya is actually the one who takes it upon herself to raise her hips and slide off her loincloth and all you can do is stare at her awestruck. Your heart skips several beats as you come face-to-face with her core. It’s even prettier than you had imagined in your dreams. Her pheromones are almost overwhelming, but in the best way where you want to suffocate in it. There’s already a small puddle forming on the mat underneath where her slick is dripping out of her.

“Do not stare. It’s embarrassing.” She says trying to hide her blush behind her hands. You never thought you could love Tsireya any more than you already did, but right now, seeing her like this…you are irredeemably in love with her and shamelessly horny for her. You start with small kitten licks here and there trying to gauge her reactions. Small whimpers jump from her throat, but when you drag the flat of your tongue over her clit, a loud moan spills over and her eyes close savoring the feeling. That’s it. You drag your tongue up the length of her pussy and wrap your lips around her clit and suck lightly. Her hands immediately shoot down to hold your hair while her head falls back. You groan letting her arousal coat your tongue and watch her chest heave with her panting breaths. Her fingers tighten at the root of your hair and her hips start to grind into your face covering your nose and mouth and chin in her essence. One of your fingers covers itself in her slick and probes at her entrance. You slowly sink your digit into her and there’s just barely enough room for your finger inside of her tight heat. You’re almost worried that you hurt her when you curl your finger up and she cries out, but her half-lidded eyes staring down at you tell you otherwise.

“Ma precious Reya, so sweet” the desire is thick in your voice. Even after the countless nights that you dreamed of this moment, it doesn’t even come close to the reality. All the sweet noises she makes and your name dripping from her lips like honey makes your body feel like fire.

Your thumb brushes over her clit and you can feel how her walls clench around your finger at the contact.

“Ah! I think I’m gonna…” you don’t even let her finish her thought when you attach your lips to her clit again and suck on it lightly still stroking your finger in and out of her. This throws her over the edge. Her back bows and her muscles contract as her release washes over her. Her clit throbs in your mouth and you can feel her dripping down your finger while she rides out her orgasm.

Her body finally relaxes and you pull your finger out of her. It’s only when you sit back on your heels that you notice how you’re soaking through your own loincloth. Tsireya sits up on her elbows and her eyes fall to the giant wet spot between your legs. Your thighs squeeze together suddenly feeling very self-conscious under her gaze. Her face melts into pure seduction as a smirk plays at her lips. Now you look like a deer in headlights watching the sway of her tail while she crawls over to you. You’ve never seen such an expression on her and it’s threatening to make your brain short circuit.

Tsireya claims your lips with hers and uses this opportunity to undo the knot still holding your loincloth on your hips. “This needs to go right now” she says against your mouth finally getting it off you and throwing it somewhere behind her that you can’t bring yourself to care about in this moment. A gentle hand on your chest urges you to lay back as she eyes your figure. You can tell that she’s nervous about doing well from the way her left ear twitches back and forth without the right one doing the same. It’s always been a tell that she’s had. Regardless of whatever nerves she’s feeling, she sinks her head between your legs and starts lapping at your drenched folds. A deep sigh leaves your lips somewhere between relief and need. Her eyes flash up to your face when she licks your clit and your body jolts from the stimulation. It’s too much to see her watch you writhe in pleasure under her. And the way her lips and tongue move along your pussy—oh, Eywa, you would never guess that this was her first time doing this. Or maybe, after all these years, she just knew you that well. Whatever the case was, it was working wonders.

“A-ah…Reya…” your hands rest on top of hers that held your thighs open and your eyes roll until you find the unending blackness behind them.

The knot deep in your stomach is already dangerously close to snapping. You hadn’t realized just how close to cumming you already were just from eating her out, but now she’s about to tumble you right over that edge and you’re more than happy to fall right into your orgasm. You cum with a loud, unrepentant moan and her name in a never-ending string on your tongue. Stars spot your vision by the time you start to come down and Tsireya watches your erratic breathing slowly calm itself while resting her cheek on the inside of your thigh.

A large lopsided grin sits on your face reveling in the bliss of the moment. You silently swear that you’ll never complain about a single thing in life ever again.

“Was that good?” she sheepishly asks you and your hands bring her face up to yours.

“That was fucking amazing, Reya.” She giggles against your lips when you kiss her again.

“Can I finally come play too?” Lo’ak’s voice breaks through the marui and you release Tsireya. You both turn to look at him and you’re all a little surprised when you’re the one to extend your hand out to him.

“Get in here, skxawng.” A grin flashes across his face before he steps in and lets the flap close behind him.  

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar fic #awow #avatar smut #tsireya x reader #aged up tsireya #tsireya smut #tsireya fanfiction #tsireya #lo'ak #loak x reader #loak smut #loak sully #loak #atwow loak #awow smut

[honey-milk-depresso]

TWST You wrote “(character insert) x s/o” in the sand

(Heartslabyul Ver.)

^ smth like this- errr this totally wasn’t me-

Ace Trappola

You were with that rascal on the beach, splashing water at one another and running across the sandy white beach with hearty laughter.

After a while, you both heaved still laughing, as you sat on the mat you two laid on the ground awhile back.

Ace looked over with a soft grin, eyes half lidded as he looked at your face with adoration. Who knew the seaside view made you stand out even more?

You stood up, and walked over to an empty space of soft sand. “What’re you doin’?” Ace groaned a little, a bit annoyed that you didn’t sat down with him as he lazily pulled himself back up as he dragged his feet towards you.

You were tracing something with your hand, your palms, now sandy, dug into the sand. He perked over curiously, wondering what you were doing.

“This,” you smiled at him, “is our territory.” The ‘mark’ you created for your ‘territory’ was just called “Ace Trappola x S/o” with hearts drawn messily onto the coarse, white sand. He blushed a little, subconsciously looking at both sides to see if anyone was watching.

“Oi, what’s with you? Is the great Ace Trappola blushing cuz his lover wrote their ship?” “Oh shut up,” he smiled bashfully with his brows scrunching up, playfully pushing you away.

“Love you, babe~”

“Whatever..” <3

Deuce Spade

Funny how the two of you ended up at the park at the playground, sitting on a bench while watching other children play and eating snacks you brought along.

He smiled widely with his body leaned over you, gently pressing your shoulders together as you laid your head on his own shoulder. You noticed that the big sandbox area was left vacant with no children around and that sparked an idea in you.

You gently pushed Deuce away, excitedly walking over to the sandbox as you picked up a long twig branch and traced something with it.

At first, he felt a bit dejected that you left, but curious when you gestured him over excitedly.

Immediately, he blushed furiously upon seeing what you wrote: “Deuce Spade x s/o” with two chicks that resembled the both of you lovingly cuddling each other with hearts around.

“S-S/o… everyone can see it..” “They should know!” Deuce blushed even harder if that was possible, and a little girl went up to you with a shovel and bucket, pouting a little.

“Hey…”

“Oh! Sorry there!” You sheepishly grin. “When I get a boyfriend, I’d do the same too, though.”

God, Deuce was a tomato face- <3

Trey Clover

He was at the beach with you in the Rose Kingdom with his siblings taken along. While they were running around and having fun, the two of you rested beneath the shade of the tree and watching over them with a smile.

He was at the beach with you in the Rose Kingdom with his siblings taken along. While they were running around and having fun, the two of you rested beneath the shade of the tree and watching over them with a smile.

You suddenly ran away (wow-), and at first he thought you were going to his siblings. Instead, you took a stick nearby and began tracing something, which drew the attention of him and his siblings who came forward to see what you were up to.

He groan a little as he pushed himself up, walking towards the three of you and wondering why his siblings were giggling suspiciously.

“Trey Clover x s/o… here right now? Really?” He smirked. You wrote “Trey Clover x s/o” into the sand, with hearts and clovers all around it.

“Hmmm… I was hoping for a more enthusiastic reaction…” you poured playfully at him. “Enthusiastic? Well,” he then lifted you up in his arms, kissing your face as you giggled while his siblings laughed along and held to Trey’s leg. “Hey let them go!”

“Sorry guys, s/o here wants a more enthusiastic reaction.” <3

Cater Diamond

Of course you two were at the beach on a weekend, and he was posting plenty of photos of you two chilling and being lovers.

You were both resting under an umbrella you stuck into the sand before you just stood up and left him on the beach mat, pick up a tree branch and started to find a “good place” before tracing into the sand.

At first, he was really confused. It was just so out of the blue for you to just leave and start drawing stuff on the sand. Like, diksksjfjf s/o?????

But soon afterwards, you gestured him over with a cheerful smile, hopping and waving your hands to get his attention as he walked over towards you and looked to where you were pointing so eagerly at.

“Cater Diamond x s/o” was written in the sand, along with many hearts and other happy looking emoji faces that made the whole thing looked really cute.

“Awww, that’s so adorable!” Cater squealed, as he hugged you tightly. “I’m so posting this on Magicam. Gosh, s/o, you’re so cute I literally can’t-”

“Seriously, Cay?” you teased him.

“Love ya!” “Love you too, Cay.”

#CoupleGoals <3

Riddle Rosehearts

He was glad to spend some time with you during the weekends with no duties to worry about; hanging out with you in a park and resting on a bench situated at a playground.

Riddle and you were chatting about each other’s day, before you turned to notice the children at the giant sandbox area just left the area. The most brilliant idea came to mind and you cut off Riddle softly and just skipped over to the sandbox area, grabbing a random twig on the ground and began drawing something in the sand.

Riddle was baffled and very confused. What were you trying to pull off now, he wondered. He just sat on the bench as he remained dumbfounded.

Just then, you gestured him by waving your hands excitedly and watched with anticipation as he got up and walked towards you and spread your hands open while saying “Tada!”

“Riddle Rosehearts x s/o” was drawn on the sand, with hearts and roses drawn crudely but with effort into the sand. He chuckled softly as he smiled warmly. “My, how sweet of you, my rose.”

He kindly asked for the stick and traced something as well. At the bottom of the words, he drew two chibi-like figures resembling you and him holding hands together while smiling cheerfully.

“That’s better.” <3

Reblogs help! ^^

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[bioodorange]

ticci toby headcanons !!

I haven’t posted in a while!! But I was hit with a small urge to write some headcanons…maybe it’ll get back into posting more! As usual I hope you enjoy and my ask box is always open!! Please send any requests my way as i try and get back into writing!

Starting off visually, I am a pretty big fan of the idea that Toby and X-Virus are brothers

I just think it’s an interesting idea, and a fun explanation as to why Toby appears at the end of his story

However, I don’t see it being likely that they are fully related

Instead, half siblings who share a father

Going along with this I also consider Cody to be hispanic, making Toby half hispanic in turn

It’s probably a bit harder too see with his pale complexion, but you can see it in the dark curls of his hair

Or how his brown eyes are almost black in color

His eyes are probably the most expressive part of him, consider he ate away at most of the muscles in one of his cheeks

I like the idea that Toby’s eyes are very telling of how he feels, especially since they aren’t covered by a mask

It’s especially eerie to his victims who can see the perverse joy he gets from robbing them of their last breathe

Toby is incredibly sadistic, he struggles to see the value in other peoples lives and treats them more akin to animals

If you are alive it is purely for his entertainment in watching you squirm at the sight of him

He is used to people looking at him in disgust and avoiding him like the plague

Reducing a someone to their primal mind, making them more prey than person is a natural high

Although its familiar it wasn’t always so empowering

As a child he was bullied in school, but I imagine more so for his health conditions than his tourettes

Sure he was picked on for both but being a kid with a medical aid in class feels more humiliating

Everyone knows you need help with something

Something that allows you special privileges to get out of class and skip out on gym but they don’t know what

Them trying to figure it out is what makes it so sickening

Every single detail of you being scrutinized

This lead to deep, intense insecurities issues in Toby

Wearing thick layers of clothing to hide his frame

Gloves to cover how he mindlessly chewed away the skin of his crooked fingers

Its not his fault they look that way

It’s easy to snap bones and dislocate joints when you can’t feel what you’re doing is wrong

Things are prone to healing incorrectly when you can’t tell their hurt

Toby’s physical health declined greatly as soon as he fell into Slender’s care

There are no ways to tell when he’s overheating, no proper medical care to fix things he didn’t know were broken

Toby’s body resembles a mangled mess, scars from broken bones and fingers that aren’t quite straight

His skin doesn't feel quite right on his body

It all makes him aversive to touch

Why would someone want to touch him when his body looks the way it shouldn’t

It does all offer some comfort though

Chewing away at the skin around his nails until he reaches flesh is somehow comforting

Popping his fingers out of place and then back in helps make breathing a bit easier

Even though it’s unhealthy he doesn’t know any better

There are so many holes in his memory he can barely string the past together, let alone menial details such as the limits of his body

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons

[playingdxngerous]

Taste of Chlorine

18+ minors dni

Warnings: somewhat of a slow burn, eventual smut, drinking, some degradation, TEASING, fingering, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving (very little), penetration, slight fluff at the end

Word Count: 2362

gonna be honest there's probably so many typos bc i wrote this like half asleep

Summary: Avoiding the guitarist of your brother Danny’s band was already hard enough, trying to put your past crush aside. With your sibling’s birthday party being in his pool late at night, you have no other choice but to talk to the man you wish to ignore.

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Jake Kiszka had never seemed any more than the guitarist of your brother's band. Danny had once teased you about having a crush on him, but you told him multiple times that you didn't. You never thought it was possible to see him as more than a friend. Sure, he was attractive and all, but you would never date him because of how close he was with your brother. It's weird, Danny had said before. You had forced yourself to push away all of those thoughts the moment you had started to secretly think about him more than you should. He is your brother's friend you had to repeat to yourself for the first few weeks. Eventually you blocked away all of those feelings, making it much easier to hang out with him. The butterflies disappeared one day, along with any emotion of attraction. Therefore, seeing him at Danny's pool party would be easy, right?

You had been dreading his birthday for a while, due to this exact reason. Pushing away Jake was easy during their practices. Avoiding conversation while with the full band was a breeze. Tonight, however, is much harder. With only you and the band in a single pool, there is no way you can go a whole night without paying some sort of attention to him.

Moonlight glimmers across the pool once everyone arrives. You and Danny carry out drinks and pool floats. He turns the color changing pool light on, along with fairy lights lined across the fence in the yard. You've always enjoyed the scenery around his pool, the colorful lights and vast grassland along the edges. Flowers grow wildly, bringing life to the area.

Jake pushes Danny into the pool as he begins to speak to you. If this is how the party starts, then tonight will definitely be harder than you expected. Danny laughs in response as Jake jumps in next to him, the rest of the boys eventually joining in. You get in next to Josh, hoping to avoid the quick glances from Jake. Casual conversation erupts with Josh and Sam as you try your best to join in. You look at Jake across the pool, who is staring right back at you. After making eye contact, he forces himself to look away.

Danny gets out of the pool and grabs everyone a beer, offering one to you as well. You happily accept and Jake takes notice, making his way over to you.

"Don't drink too much tonight," he whispers in your ear and swims away towards Danny.

"What?" You ask, seemingly too late as he never gives a response. Why can't I drink too much, you think to yourself. Surely you didn't hear him right. Why would Jake Kiszka tell you that? Why is he even making conversation to being with? Your head spins with confusion as the night moves along.

Time passes and many beers are cracked open by the boys, with the exception of Jake. No one seems to be sober enough to pay attention to you, so you float towards the edge of the pool, admiring the moon. As if his weird comment didn't blow you away enough, Jake surprisingly tackles you from behind, dunking you in the water.

"You asshole!" You playfully hit him on the chest. Avoiding him is definitely a hard challenge for the night.

"Oh, calm down you're already wet anyway." He responds.

"Why are you acting like this?" You ask.

"Like what?"

"Jake stop playing dumb." You demand.

"I don't know what you're talking about, maybe you should explain it to me."

You sigh, knowing he will forever get his way. "Why am I not supposed to be drinking a lot?"

"Hm, I'm not sure what you're talking about." He smirks.

"Jake I swear if you don't stop-"

"What are you going to do about it?" He interrupts. Heat rises in your face. You are at a loss for words.

"I..." You begin to say before interrupted once more.

"You what, pretty girl?" He smirks again as he gets closer to you. Your jaw drops at the statement. You look around to make sure no one can see. To little surprise, Josh and Sam are hitting each other with pool noodles as Danny shotguns another beer. Jake scoots closer to you and the pit in your stomach burns with fire.

"See why I wanted to be the only ones sober?" He whispers into your ear, his warm breath brushing the side of your face. You nod and reach up to grab his wet hair before he quickly pulls away, confronted by drunken Sam.

"I'm staying the night, no way I can drive us home," he tells Jake.

"That's cool with me," he says in response. Sam completely ignores your presence, which you take as a good thing in this case.

Everyone slowly gets out of the pool into the chilly night breeze. Jake walks towards you with a towel, wrapping it around your shoulders.

"What a gentleman," you tease.

"Yeah whatever," he laughs. His hand raises to cup your cheek, his thumb running across your bottom lip.

"Just kiss me already," you say quietly enough for only him to hear.

"Not right now, they will see." He sadly removes his hand as he notices Danny walking closer.

"There's some guest rooms if you guys are staying," he slurs. jake thanks him and Danny walks away, unbothered by the fact that one of his best friends was just inches away from you.

Everyone walks inside, leaving you and Jake the last people inside. He grabs your hand and runs off to a spare bedroom.

"Jake, we can't, what if Danny finds out."

"No one is finding out." He assures you. "Everyone is drunk off their asses and probably passed out in bed already."

"But what if someone hears?" You ask worriedly.

"Guess we better be quiet then." He smiles, pushing you against the locked door. Staring into his eyes, you make the decision to give in and kiss him. Your lips collide, fulfilling the need you've had for months now. He pulls your jaw down slightly, your tongues messily dancing together.

"Fuck..." You say as you catch your breath. Jake immediately goes back in, holding either side of your face as he bites your bottom lip.

"I need you." You whisper into his mouth.

"What do you need my love?" He asks. My love.

"Just you Jake. Everything. I need you." Forming sentences becomes harder and harder while he runs his hands down to your hips. He plays with the string of your bikini bottoms.

"I'm all yours," he flirts. You drag him by the hand to the bed. He pushes you onto it shortly before climbing on top of you. He watches you as you run your hands up his chest, grabbing onto his necklace. You pull him in by the chain, kissing him hard. His hand glides down to your tits, running his thumb in circles across your nipple. You let out a slight moan, which he covers with his hand.

"Thought we were being quiet?" He grins, his smirk fuller than ever.

"Impossible when you touch me like that."

"You don't know how long I've waited, pretty girl."

"Show me," you say in all seriousness. He pecks your lips before leaving a trail of kisses from your neck down to the fabric over your chest. He sucks a small hickey onto your tit, leaving a red mark which you know will eventually darken. His fingers wrap around the string as he asks for permission to take your top off. You nod eagerly, ready for him to do whatever he wants to you. He gently pulls on the string and watches as the top easily slides off, revealing your chest. He admires you for a moment and begins to suck on you. This turns you on even more as you feel yourself grow wet for him.

"Jake please..." your sentence trails off as he begins to suck more bruises onto you.

"C'mon love, use your words." He says as he looks up at you, not once moving the position of his head.

"Fuck me already" you beg.

"You're so needy," he teases, but you know he's right. All you want is him. His lips, his fingers, his dick. You want to be his, whatever that may be. You long for his touch, which he begins to fulfill as he kisses down to your bottoms. He lingers his kiss over the fabric covering your clit. Your breath hitches in shock. He roughly grabs your thighs, leaving red marks with his calloused fingers.

"This what you want?" He asks as he slightly pulls down the fabric.

"Oh my god yes please," you moan. He shakes his head.

"Aw, that sucks," he places the bikini back over you. "Guess you have to beg me for it."

"Jake please," you cry out. You squeeze your legs in an attempt to relives some of the tension in your center.

"Look at you being such a good girl for me, doing what I ask." He leans up, whispering into your ear. He kisses your neck once more.

"Jake I need you, please."

"Why should I?" He pushes his body against you, his erection touching your crossed legs. "I think you're pretty fucking hot like this."

"Baby please," you say, running your hand down to your clit.

He grabs your hand to pull it away. "Hey now, that's my job." He finally begins to rub circles onto you, however over the bikini fabric. It's better than nothing, you decide.

"So wet for me," he smiles. "So wet and needy. Little slut." His fingers begin to move faster. You start to grind your hips against them. He pulls away, and you expect another snarky comment. To your surprise, he starts to pull the bikini off of you. He moves his face down, licking the area around your clit. He avoids the sensitive spot itself, seemingly trying to send you over the edge.

"Shit I'm going to cum," you gasp.

"Not until I say so." He commands. He pulls away to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue. With your eyes closed and focused on his lips, he shockingly slides a finger into you. You jerk at the sudden feeling and loudly into the kiss.

"Shh, we're supposed to be quiet," he reminds you. You nod your head, eyes still slightly closed from your overstimulation. You kiss him once more before he pulls away and moves back to the position from before. He slides his tongue over your slit before sliding his finger back in, this time adding a second one. With the combination of his fingers and sucking, your orgasm begins to rise once more.

"Jake I'm so close," you sigh.

"Show, don't tell," he says into your pussy, the words vibrating into you. The knot in your stomach unties as you release onto his fingers. He drags them up to your mouth, making you suck them clean.

"My turn," you announce as you flip him onto his back, your legs straddling his waist. You pull his swimming trunks down slowly, grabbing his dick with your hands.

"I don't have a condom," he says in between kisses.

"Birth control," you say simply before kissing him harder. You wrap your mouth around his length, your hands covering what you are unable to fit in. He grabs your hair and pushes you in. You hear a slight moan come from his lips, getting you wet once again.

"Maybe I should tease you like you did me," you joke. Knowing you're not cocky enough to do it, you move up and sit on his dick. "But I'm not a bitch enough to do it." A shared smile shimmers across both of your faces.

"You're so fucking sexy, why have we never thought of doing this before?" He asks.

"Trust me, I have." You gently laugh.

"Why haven't you ever made a move then?"

"Maybe because I didn't like the idea of fucking my brother's friends?" You say sarcastically.

"Clearly you do, y'know, considering you've been begging me to."

"Maybe you should fucking do it then," you joke. He flips you onto your back and wraps his hand around your neck.

"Maybe I will." He slides his dick into you suddenly, taking your breath. He begins to pulse into you slowly, giving you memories of watching him do the same to his guitar during practices. You place your hand on his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat. He grabs your tits, pulsing into you faster and faster.

"Fuck I'm so close," he moans.

"What happened to show don't tell?" You manage to get out. He pulls out, releasing onto your chest. You both take a minute to catch your breath before he whispers, "be right back." He walks into the bathroom in the room, walking out with a wet cloth to wipe you with. You pull him in for a kiss, this time less desperate and more loving.

"So, this never gets brought up to anyone right?" you ask, breaking the kiss.

"Oh definitely," he laughs. "I don't want to even imagine what Danny would say."

"You have clothes?" He asks.

"Yeah, in a bag in the kitchen." You respond. He wraps the pool towel around his waist and leaves the room to get your clothes. The silence in the room makes you realize what you reached tonight. The man who you tried your best to avoid is now the man you wish would come back to just share his presence with you. You long for him more than ever, hoping for another foreseeable night like this one.

He returns with your clothes, having put on dry sweatpants and a tshirt for himself. He turns away respectfully as you get dressed, then turns the light off and jumps into bed with you. He holds you tightly, fingers and body intertwined as you lay on his warm chest.

"I had so much fun tonight," he says.

"Me too," you happily agree. You listen to his slow breaths, gently closing your eyes as the night comes to an end.

#greta van smut #jake kiska fic #jake kiskza x reader #jake gvf #jake kiszka #fanfic #greta van fic

[kitkatscabinet]

Request about brother aegon, what were his tactics to keep the reader away from his (half) siblings when he was little and how did it get worse now that he is an adult?

Thank you!

At this point do you guys just want a full fic?

With Rhaenyra it was easier. You and Aegon are far closer in age, and as a child nobody suspects him of anything (which at the time he isn't scheming yet).

he can easily demand to sleep with you, to play with you, to sit by your side etc.

when you start lessons he is still too young so he simply goes with you, snuggles into your side or sitting by your feet as you embroider or read.

when Rhaenyra wants to do something with you then Aegon will demand to go too. Viserys is delighted his children are getting along and will always encourage it and Alicent is practically throwing Aegon at you whenever possible.

it's when Aemond and Heleana get older that things start to get harder.

Aegon wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed when his younger siblings were old enough to start demanding your attention so there’s very little finesse.

he outright demands your attention. He throws a fit, straight up saying that you're his and not his stupid baby siblings. He screams and cries until everyone gives up and just throws him your way.

He basically annoys everyone into submission and bullies his younger siblings away. He's louder and more outgoing so it's very easy to keep your attention on him.

Definitely gaslights his younger siblings. He tells them that they annoy you, but you're just too polite to tell them. You don't like bugs, you have no time for a dragonless boy etc.

He's not above going to Alicent and guilt-tripping her. He knows he's her least favourite child, why can't she just let him have this one thing?

He once broke Aemond's arm in training only for that to completely backfire as now you're coddling him, leaving no time for Aegon!

idea!

Aegon starts getting into 'accidents' and acquiring hurts/hangovers so then you'll fuss over him. He gets very good at pretending to be sick/drunk. He's also figured out that if his eyes get even a little teary then you'll be his for hours.

when he's old enough he'll drag you out of the castle at every opportunity to explore King's Landing.

He's also big on dragon flights and you best believe he's employed sunfyre into his devious plans.

"sunfyre and I discovered this abandoned island. oh no I forgot how to get home :D"

He can't kill his siblings, but he can get them sent away. Rhaenyra isolates herself on Dragonstone but it's Aegon that gets Daeron sent to oldtown and Helaena married off to some lord far away from the keep. Aemond is a brat that won't leave but Aegon's willing to keep him around to help kill off any servants/knights/occasional lords that get too friendly for his tastes.

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[greazyfloz]

Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 1

disclaimer: This series contains heavy smut, heavy partying, swearing & overall angst

Enjoy! :)

My life growing up in Northern Alberta was easy. I was giving an amazing life, my parents truly were the best. The best thing they gifted me was my best friend, Ethan. Ethan and I first met when I was only 8 days old. Ethan was only a year old when his parents brought him to meet me for the first time. Throughout the years we became closer and closer. 

In elementary school we would tell people that we were siblings throughout the early years. Then in the later years of elementary he would dress me up in goalie gear and practice his slap shot in his front yard. It was convenient that he only lived two streets over because we also fought like siblings. Ethan and I bickered like siblings throughout middle school but nothing lasted over 24 hours. 

Our families, along with a couple other families would get together for every holiday and make it our own special day. We would end and start every New Year together, have Superbowl parties, St. Patrick’s day, Canada Day, has ‘Friendsgiving’, Halloween parties, and would celebrate every Christmas Eve together. Every March Break and Labour Day weekend our families spent away on vacation, we truly were inseparable. As we grew older it became a series of the older kids staying for the first half of the parties, then heading out with their friends. As Ethan became more competitive with hockey the less he was able to attend the get togethers. 

When Ethan was 15 when he left our hometown to play hockey but we still were able to keep in touch because of our parents get togethers, and we went to the same parties during the summer months. Typically best friends don’t sleep with each other. Sleeping with each other didn’t really change our friendship, we never got jealous, and we still slept with other people. We really had that “if we both aren’t married by the time we are 30, we will marry each other” type of friendship. Ethan and I having sex was something people always thought we did, but would be shocked if they found out we actually did. 

Ethan and I are both Sophomores at the University of Michigan. Last year it was really easy to sleep with him occasionally because luckily my roommate dropped out a week in the first semester and I was never assigned a new one. Sophomore year was harder to keep a secret. We didn’t care if people found out but we didn’t really want people to know either but recently we haven’t really been sleeping together much or at all.

I love UMich so far, Ethan being on the hockey team allowed me to also have a whole team of automatic friends. Well a whole team minus one. From day one Mark and I could not stand each other. He was easy to ignore at first, but now I think he tries to get on my nerves. 

I walk into the sophomore house and find Mackie, Dylan and Mackie all sitting on the couch, “Hey guys! Eddy still not back?” I ask sitting beside Mackie

“Nah, he just left actually” Luke asks

“Fuck, I thought I would catch him after class”

“You can hang with us buddy” Dylan says

I decide to stay and hang out with the boys until Mark comes home. He comes in the house and sits in the room  beside Luke, “What are you doing here? Do you not have your own place?” he asks me

“Well I was hanging out with some friends but since you are here, I’m now hanging out with my friends and an egotistical piece of shit” I say giving him a sarcastic smile.

“Ouu burn” Mark says rolling his eyes, “Anyways, we are having the boys over tonight. I said we would throw the party for once” he says facing the rest of the guys. 

“Ugh no Estapa” Luke starts, “I don’t want random people in here”

“Too bad! I already told everyone” Mark says, “It’s just the usual gathering”

“That is a lot of people Mark” Dylan says

“Well yeah, but she won't be here so it’ll be fine!” Mark says pointing at me

“She…” I laugh after

“Oh you're a he? You know I always wondered”

“Mark, you’re such an ass” I say standing, “Tell Eddy to call me when he gets back” I say to Mackie as I leave the house, 

As soon as I got home I went straight to the bathroom and into the tub. I put a little bit of bubbles in and stirred the water around. As I was undressing myself, my phone rings. I answer seeing it was Ethan, “Hey Ed” I say into my phone. 

“Hey, I’m coming over” he says

“I’m in the bath right now” I tell him and he sighs

“Can I join?” he says almost defeated

“Of course, what’s wrong?” I ask

“It has just been a day”

“Aw Eth, I’ll wait for you. I locked the door cause my roommates aren’t home”

“I’m pulling in now” he says and I can hear the gravel of my driveway faintly crunch in the back of the call. 

“Okay, I’m coming” I say ending the call.

I take my housecoat and put it on as I run down the stairs letting him in. I pout my bottom lip and bring him in for a hug. “Come on” I say walking back up to the bathroom and he follows. We get into the bathroom and I take my housecoat off and step into the bathtub as Ethan sits on the toilet beside the tub. “You're not coming in?” I ask confused

“No” he says so I sink in the tub a little further

“Okay, then what's got ya down?” I ask him

“I failed that stupid test this morning which sucks because it was a make up test for one I already failed, but practice before that was tough, and I’m just stressin about hockey”

“Get in here” I say sitting back up so he can sit on the other side of the tub. Ethan sighs before answering

“Fine” he says, undressing himself before taking a seat across from me. I bring my knees together so he can stretch his legs out beside me then I stretch my legs out and lay them on top of his. 

“I take it you and Kennedy’s fling is over?” I say

“Yeah why?”

“You're in the tub with me” I giggle and he laughs too. Once we stop laughing I speak again, “So, I really hate Mark”

“I hate hearing that”

“He told me I was manly looking today after he told me that I wasn’t allowed to come over tonight, oh yeah you are throwing a party” I say and Ethan rolls his eyes

“Ugh why do you guys fight so much”

“I literally don’t even start it. Why wont you have my back ever when it comes to him?” I say and he shakes his head, “I’m sorry, I know you’re already stressed I shouldn’t have said anything but it pisses me off”

“Well we both could release some steam, come here” he says casually

I took my legs off his thighs and brought them in before turning my body so I was now sitting between his legs. I lean back and his hands wrap around me so each hand has a boob to hold. He began massaging my boobs and I leaned my head back so it was on his shoulder. He starts squeezing harder and harder, making me moan out slightly. 

“Sorry” he says then starts massaging them a little lighter but still hard

“No, it feels good” I say and he begins massaging them again harder. 

“Turn” he says, and I turn looking at him on my knees between his legs. He continues massaging my tits as he leans in, taking one in his mouth, sucking around my nipple. He then flicks his tongue up and down on my nipple taking turns between each of them. He then begins nibbling my nipples and I reach down and stroke his cock. Ethan’s hands travel down my body and I adjust my position so my knees are bent on his thighs as he enters two fingers inside of me. I continue to stroke him and he continues to finger my pussy until I cum.

He sits on the edge of the tub, “alright, I’m going to cum soon” he says stroking his cock as he waits for my mouth. I lean in and lick the base to the tip then enter him inside my mouth. I bobble my head up and down as his head falls back, “Fuck! I’m close” he says as I continue back and forth on his cock. “Take me all” he says and I begin slowly inching my way down his cock, until I am close to the base. I hold it then shake my head back to relieve my throat. I then take him in and out of my mouth fast as the loud throat noises that escape my mouth fill the bathroom. “A- Fuck-k-k!” Ethan moans as he cums in my mouth. I keep him in a minute to make sure he finishes cuming before releasing him from my mouth, swallowing before plopping back to my side of the tub. Ethan does the same across from me. We both laugh then continue our conversation from before. 

“Just stick with me tonight” Ethan says

“He will still bother me Ethan” 

“I don’t even understand why he wouldn’t like you” he says, “honestly I was terrified he was going to try and hook up with you or something. That would fucking suck” he says making me laugh

“Wow” I say laughing

“Well, we got something weird going on” he laughs

“Not really”

“We are currently bathing together Y/n” he laughs again and I laugh along

“Sooo. Some besties bath together” 

“Sure, but typically they have the same anatomy AND how many of them happen to have their dick slide down the others throat” he says making us both laugh. 

“Well don’t worry, I have no intentions on even being the idiots friend”

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[shadowbriar]

Fred Weasley - Mother

Pairing : (F/M) || Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count : 1.1k Warning : Angst. Let me know if I miss anything. Synopsis : Inspired by Mother by Matt Maltese. The fact that their relationship didn't work out was such a tragedy no one could have expected and Fred has no one else to blame but himself. Notes : Third post of my 7-days post celebration. Very short, I’m sorry for that. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕  

Walking home without his soul, Fred drags his feet to his apartment. The pile of letters scattered on the doorstep was beginning to make it hard to move the door, forcing him to collect them and read whatever overdue message they contained. Familiar names were written on the envelopes, people he once called friends who now has stopped bothering to write to him. He scans through them, not really paying any mind to whatever message they may convey. Something along how are you holding up, are you well, we haven't talked in a while, all the larks he has no energy to reply to.

Fred tossed the letters to the kitchen table, grabbing himself a bottle of beer to ease the tension in his head. Days have been long and nights even longer. It feels like he was stuck in time, doing all the chores and activities when the sun is up, only to get back to square one when night falls. Fred wasn't sure when this cycle would stop, nor how much longer could his weary bones carry such a habit. He has no preference to which would end first, the infinite loop or his will to live, either way would end his misery.

The cold beer runs through his throat like a burning liquid. It has become his sole friend during the dark stormy days. He couldn't even share his troubles with George because he knows deep down that George misses her too, though hardly ever close to the measure Fred is feeling. She was someone close to his family. The other Weasley daughter, people even called. The fact that their relationship didn't work out was such a tragedy no one could have expected.

He rests his hand over his eyes, exhaling another defeated sigh as guilt and disappointment consumes him. He blames himself for their broken fairytale. He should've fought for her harder, loved her louder, kissed her deeper, anything to keep her by his side. He hates how it wasn't just him who's losing her. He hates how Ginny now lost her confidant, he hates how his brothers now lost another sister, and he most definitely hates how his mother lost another daughter. He hates the fact that everyone he loves is caught in the crossfire and are now wounded for the cut love tie.

It has been months since he visited the Burrow. The last time was when she was still by his side, her hands clinging on his arm as if it was her life line. Fred couldn't bring himself to come home and face his family. He wouldn't know what to tell them. He doesn't even know if his family would still take him after losing her. She was the perfecting jigsaw to their puzzle, the warmth to their light. Without her the Weasleys are hollow.

But Fred knows that rekindling their relationship is impossible. They wouldn't have ended it if they hadn't tried everything in their power to salvage their sunken ship, at least he knows that she did and asking her to go back to his arms would be cruel for that very reason. Fred loves her too much to ever bring her back to their now dark romantic avenue.

Fred turns to reach for the family portrait standing tall by his working desk. He smiles lightly at the joyful expression his family has. The big bright smile on their faces that seemed to overshine their red hair, they were beyond happy that day.

Tears started to fall from his eyes. He feels ashamed, blaming himself to have lost her. Now his family wouldn't know the joy of having her as a Weasley, to have her on every family dinner to come, to have her on his siblings' weddings. Even if she were to come as a guest, nothing would feel half as comforting as how it used to and Fred has no other person to blame but himself.

Fred now reaches for a new sheet of paper and wet his quill to the inkwell. Perhaps he has hidden behind his sorrow for too long. Perhaps he's been suffering in silence for too many nights. Perhaps it's time for him to ask for forgiveness.

“Dear Mother,

I honestly know not of where to begin this letter, nor do I know where I would end this. My head hasn't been mine for days and my heart has been gone for too many nights for me to be able to write a proper letter to you, let alone to face you in the flesh. For that, I apologise. I hope you can find it in your heart another grace of forgiveness for your troublesome son.

Mum, I miss her. I haven't been able to function without her. I see her everywhere, everyday. I see her wet curls in the morning, I smell her cooking in the kitchen, and I hear her laugh echo through my walls. She's taken my mind, my heart, and my soul, leaving me with nothing but a jaded body, an empty casing with nothing left inside.

I know that you want to write to her, or perhaps you've done that already. I know you never thought you'd grow a blood bond to another. I know that she stumbles into your heart for all time. I know that you love her, probably more than I love her.

I've lost her and myself. I have nothing left to my name and I hate to know that you understand my sorrow. I hate to know that you understand my torment because you feel it too, because you lost her too. I'm so very sorry for that, Mum. I'm sorry that she is now the daughter you never had. I'm sorry.

But Mum, if there is anything she ever told me to believe in, is that time will heal everything. Though I'm still struggling to hang on to such words, I hope you'll be willing to give it a try too. I hope one day, if the universe ever let me mend my heart and find someone who'd take whatever is left of it, you could learn to love again. I hope you could learn to love them the same way you loved her.

I know I am asking too much of you. I'm not even sure that I could ever pull myself out of this void, but I will try, for the sake of her, for the sake of our family. I will try to learn to be human again. I will try to learn to function as I used to. I will try to learn to love someone. I hope when that day comes, we could finally fill the gap she left in us and become whole again.

Your son,

Fred Weasley.”

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[gaybae1021]

Continuation of last week’s post. This week I’ll talk mcd. Art at the end.

Garroth and Zane’s relationship is complicated. For a few years as kids they were very close, but as Garroth got older Garte decided he needed to focus more on his duties and began separating him from Zane and Zianna. Garroth, though unhappy, went along with it. This of course upset Zane, and there were several years with the brothers barely speaking to each other.

I’ll get into it more with a dedicated post, but when Garroth turned twelve there was an event that seriously shook his faith in O’Khasis, his father, and his role in everything. Big existential crisis time. Zane was too young to quite understand what was happening, but despite the rift between them, still went to comfort Garroth. Sibling relationship reformed! Though they still have to hide it.

Garroth wasn’t initially planning to escape O’Khasis. Despite how much he hated it he still thought the best plan was become king like intended and try his best to improve things any way he could. It was only once he met Nicole that he began contemplating the idea of running away.

After a few more years Garroth decided to leave O’Khasis. Due to some events with Nicole, he knew he wouldn’t have much time before O’Khasis cracked down and increased security on him, so his plans we’re definitely rushed, including him just waking Zane up in the middle of night and dragging him along still half asleep.

Once Zane was awake enough to understand what Garroth was doing he, of course, freaked out. This wasn’t the plan, they were supposed to fix O’Khasis, not abandon it. It may not have been perfect, but it was the only home Zane had ever known. The idea of seeing the rest of the world was just, too much.

It didn’t help that Garroth was too focused on rushing to get out to actually stop and explain things better, instead getting frustrated by Zane’s protests. Knowing their fighting will draw attention he finally gave Zane an ultimatum.

“You can come with me, or you can stay here, but my decision is made. What are you going to do?”

Zane didn’t answer. It was too much.

Garroth, taking that as a no, turned to go. Something snapped in Zane. Garroth was going to abandon him again! All the times he had been there to comfort him, and Garroth was willing to leave him behind like he was nothing.

Zane grabbed him, and a fight broke out between them. Not that it lasted long, as Garroth is significantly stronger than him. In a fit of rage, he threw Zane off of him harder than intended. Zane crashed into one the oil lamp stands lighting the hallways, and I think we all know what happened next.

If the sound of their fight didn’t alert any guards Zane’s scream certainly did. Garroth of course was distraught and tried to help Zane, but hearing the guards coming, made the choice to leave Zane there. Zane watched his brother disappear down the hallway.

Garroth’s escape was the first time Garte had felt out of control since becoming king. He had done everything to prepare Garroth, to keep him away from any distractions, to mold him into the perfect heir. That ungrateful traitor had gone and ruined it all. Worse yet, he had no idea where Garroth could be.

But Zane might. He had hardly interacted with his second son, spending most of his time preparing Garroth for his responsibilities. But now? All of a sudden Garte had a use for him.

In the infirmary, Zane receives a message to go to Garte’s study, alone.

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[department-of-landing-strategies]

So initially this was supposed to happen after I did pre-canon stuff for at least Marcus and Audrey but I have more motivation right now to do this so now presenting Pre-Canon (and touching on a bit of canon and post canon) headcanons for Percy Weasley:

Despite what others thought, Percy was the second parent to the family and not Bill. When Molly lost her brothers, she ended up in a state where she only managed consistently to be able to cook dinner. Percy decided to take the parenting responsibility on himself, which Bill was thankful for, partly to try and avoid processing the loss of his uncles. Since he couldn't really do much in terms of cooking, Percy enlisted Charlie to help make food. A system got formed that involved Percy parenting his younger siblings that stayed even after Molly got more involved and Charlie left for Hogwarts. The system only got thrown out the window and into a pit of fire when Percy left for Hogwarts.

Percy saw his Uncle Fabion and Uncle Gideon as father figures more than he saw Arthur as a father figure. This happened because Percy was around his uncles more than his father during the war, which left parenting Percy to Fabion and Gideon more often than not. After the war, Arthur tried to parent Percy, but Percy refused to let it happen partly because he saw it as Arthur trying to take over Fabion's and Gideon's jobs. Arthur gave up trying to parent Percy, and their bond never really developed much even as Percy got older.

Despite looking up to both Bill and Charlie, Percy was always closer with Charlie. Besides Charlie helping Percy parent their younger siblings, both found each other the best to listen to each others rambles. As a result, Charlie knows a lot of magical laws and Percy knows a lot about a lot of magical creatures.

Percy looked like a mini male version of Molly with some of Arthur's attributes. As a result, Percy looked really similar to Fabion and Gideon. After the first wizarding war, it Molly a while to be able to look at Percy because half of the time when she looked at Percy she would see one of her brothers.

Percy's accidental magic was illusion and apperation based. Whenever Percy would read a book to one of his younger siblings, there was a chance that an illusion would encompass the room and change depending on what the part of the book Percy was currently reading was describing. As for Percy's accidental apparitions, when the Burrow would get too loud, Percy would usually apparate to the roof of the Burrow. If the rest of his siblings were playing Quidditch when it happened, however, Percy would apperate to Muriel's house because her house was always quieter than the Burrow was when Quidditch was involved. With gaining a wand, the illusions were harder to stop than the apperations.

Percy has an attachment to stuffed animals. It started with a black dragon plushie he named Nyx that ended up being one of the last things Fabion and Gideon gave him. Throughout his time at Hogwarts, mostly during the first four years, the most common gift Penny, Oliver, Audrey, and Marcus got Percy was some sort of plushie, which led to Percy gaining a collection of something he had almost all positive memories towards. Percy gained a Gryffindor coloured dragon plushie to add to the collection from the twins after the war as a gift meant to try and start to make amends.

Percy and the twins got along better than they did in canon before any of them went to Hogwarts. The twins jealously of several of their siblings that weren't Percy (mostly Ron) for taking Percy's attention from them meant it always had some cracks. It only started to get bad the summer after Percy's first year, and the twins started to aim their pranks at Percy to try and keep Percy's nkw more limited attention in them

Percy didn't initially want to go into a job at the MoM. If you asked what job Percy wanted to do before Percy's third year, you'd get an answer along the lines of a creative job or a job that involves divination.

Percy used to do art. His best part of the process was the sketch and the line art. That's not to say he was bad at colour. It's just that he was more experienced with sketches than full coloured pieces. He decided to hide his supplies after Molly, either accidentally or on purpose, burned some sketches. Percy stopped after Charlie accidentally caused a fire in his room that took most of Percy's art supplies and some of Charlie's school stuff. He only got back into it after the war aince it helped work through some feelings

Percy was the only one who got told in person about Charlie going to Romania. Charlie's plan was to explain that he was going to Romania and then apologise for destroying Percy's supplies. Percy lashed out and stormed off from the conversation before Charlie could apologise. As a result, Charlie decided to explain the Romania bit through a letter (rip Bill's mail that month) and apologise for the fire to Percy in a separate letter.

When Bill left, Percy was the one that sent him letters. Initially, it started as two letters a month, which capped at a side of parchment. After the twins showed up to Hogwarts, it became once a month letters that occasionally needed a second sheet of parchment. The letters turned to only happening in extreme cases of concern or in case of celebatory news when Ron started Hogwarts before being cut entirely after the fight with Arthur.

Percy can see thestrals thanks to Fabion and Gideon. He had a breakdown about it when he and Oliver got in their dorms that night. The breakdown was fuelled by every emotion that Percy bottled up since the Weasleys lost Fabion and Gideon.

#percy weasley #hp headcanon #i can sort of get where the bill is the third parent of the Weasleys is coming from #however percy to me has too many mother hen vibes to not be the third parent instead #if percy didn't exist or at least have less mother hen stuff surrounding him then I would probably choose bill as the third parent #i think the only negative memories percy would have with the plushie collection is when one of them gets lost or damaged #I've somehow only just realised how many link to Fabion and Gideon oops

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Brothers Part 14

Garreth Weasley 🔺️ F!MC 🔺️Oscar Weasley

A love rivalry between two brothers. Oscar is an OC created by @eternalremorse and used with her permission.

Chapter Master List (Ao3 link can be found here)

NSFW 🔞 🔥 Christmas, angst, plenty of fluff, sex, virginity loss

Chapter 14 - The First of Many

Weak sunlight did little to ease the biting chill as students milled around the platform of the train station in Hogsmeade, their excited chatter about the Christmas holidays filling the air along with the puffs of their misted breaths. Huge icicles hung like dragon’s teeth from the gutters of the old stone building, glistening in the morning sunlight. The Hogwarts Express was waiting patiently, carriage doors opening and closing as those going home to their families began to board.

MC’s gloved hand was firmly wrapped in Garreth’s as he lingered at her side, his freckled cheeks pink with the cold and his eyes gazing longingly at her, prolonging the moment that he would have to let her go.

“I wish you were coming on the train with us,” he said. “Or, maybe I should have stayed and travelled with you.”

“I will see you in two days,” she chuckled, adjusting his woolly hat over his ears. “It’s only right that you travel with your brothers. Sebastian and I will be there for Christmas Eve, I promise.”

She threw a glance over her shoulder at Sebastian, who was waiting just behind her, his shoulders hunched against the cold, and the bottom half of his face hidden under his Slytherin scarf. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, the top of his cheek curving with a hidden smirk as Garreth made his goodbyes. He had offered to come along so that she would have company on the trip back to the castle, with an idea of calling in to the village for a Butterbeer on route.

“Come on, lover boy, just bloody snog her and get on the train. It’s freezing out here,” Sebastian grumbled. 

Looking back at Garreth, MC grinned, prising her hand from his to hold his face with her gloved hands. “I will miss you, too,” she said fondly. “But I am looking forward to seeing you for Christmas.”

Garreth beamed and held her close, their cold noses touching, uncaring who saw them on the platform. Oscar knew, and whilst they were still being discreet, it was becoming harder and harder to hide how she felt about Garreth.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Garreth was tugged firmly on the arm, both of them looking down to see the freckled face of his youngest brother, Hector. A frown creased his brow, and his lips pouted in a sulky grimace.

“Quit snogging you two,” Hector grumbled, pulling on Garreth’s sleeve. “We need to get on the train. Oscar is already on board, and if you don’t hurry up, he said he was going to put an itching hex on your pants.”

MC smothered her chuckle at the indignant look on Garreth’s face and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. “Go on, Garreth,” she urged. “Go and find a seat.”

Garreth gave Hector a look that suggested sibling war was about to erupt on the train before he grabbed MC in for a much longer, firmer kiss. Hector’s groan of disgust was followed by pretend retching sounds that prompted laughter from Sebastian behind her. With Hector tugging at Garreth, Sebastian now took hold of MC’s arm, and so she was parted from Garreth, their lips separating with a loud smack.

“Bloody hell, you two,” Sebastian said, chuckling. “Young love and all that. Go on, Weasley! Safe trip home. Don’t worry, I’ll look after MC.”

“More like she will be looking after you,” Garreth quipped, his hand lingering with hers until they were too far out of reach, their gloved finger tips reluctantly grazing as Garreth was pulled across the icy platform. 

MC nodded, her smile a mixture of the happiness that came from having people to care about at Christmas, and the disappointment at being parted from the one who had been a constant source of warmth and comfort these last few weeks. As she waved to Garreth and Hector climbing up into their carriage, Sebastian held her arm and waved too. She was grateful to have him there as she felt the sting of tears behind her eyes.

“You’re not going all sappy and sentimental on me, are you?” Sebastian grinned.

MC huffed a laugh and held his arm even tighter, leaning her head on his shoulder with a little sniff as the station officer checked all the doors and blew his whistle. “Of course not.”

Sebastian leant his head on top of hers, their bodies shivering against the cold as the train began to puff, huge billows of steam rising into the cold sky as it began to chug away from the station.

“What is it with you and Weasleys, hmm?” He asked softly, his brown eyes twinkling as he looked down at her.

“It’s the freckles,” she said, smiling.

Sebastian’s brow furrowed as he turned his gaze to the disappearing train, waving at Garreth, who was still hanging out of a window arm swinging wildly. “The freckles… But, I have freckles…”

MC laughed at his confused look and urged him to follow, their arms still linked as they made their way from the platform, their boots slipping on the icy pathway towards Hogsmeade.

“Come on, freckles. You can buy me a Butterbeer,” she said, already missing Garreth. “We can pick up a copy of The Daily Prophet, too. I wonder if the puzzle of the day is Christmas related.”

“Even if it is, I’m still going to win,” Sebastian said, his smirk firmly in place.

“As cocky as ever,” MC said, rolling her eyes. “Care to put a wager on that?”

“Since when have I ever backed down from a challenge?”

Laughing, her spirits lifting a little, they walked the path towards Hogsmeade through the glittering drifts of snow.

….*....

The steady rock and rhythm of the train carriage was lulling Oscar into sleep, his eyes drifting as he gazed out of the window, watching the scenery roll by. The steep landscape of the Highlands was making way into the softer rolling hills of northern England, the snow still covering most of the land. 

A glance to the side revealed Isaac to be fast asleep, his head rocking with the movement of the carriage where it was leant against the window frame. Opposite Oscar sat Jamie, the Gryffindor Seeker, his blonde hair falling over his forehead as he sat lost in thought.

As Oscar’s eyes drifted to Garreth, he tried not to think about the sight of him saying his goodbyes to MC and Sebastian on the platform, the very public kiss Garreth had shared with MC still causing a sting in his chest. Sending Hector after Garreth had been a subtle way to halt the display of affection, and whilst he did feel a little bad about it, it wasn’t completely about making them stop for his benefit. The train was about to leave after all.

Oscar’s teeth worried at his bottom lip as he watched Garreth, curled on his seat, his gaze almost dreamy and far away as he watched the scenery roll past, his journal clutched against his chest. Once, not so long ago, Oscar would have assumed it was potions and mayhem that was being conjured up behind those green eyes. Now, it wasn’t so hard to imagine that it was MC that caused that soft smile to linger on his brother’s mouth.

Garreth looked happy. How could he begrudge him that?

Christmas Eve was going to be a test of how well he could manage the lingering jealousy and disappointment. Having MC in their family home and watching them all welcome her as Garreth’s girl instead of his. Although, the more he thought about it, the harder it became to imagine MC being there on his arm. It was a sad thing to realise that she had been right to end things between them, and he wondered if he would ever find a girl who could trust him enough to stay. 

Shifting a little in his seat, he felt the press of the little box that Trixie had slipped to him after breakfast in the Great Hall that morning. His fingers moved to the outside of his pocket to feel the package he had yet to unwrap, wondering what kind of gift she had given him. He had felt guilty, having not bought her anything in return. He had not expected the gesture. He would wait until he was in the privacy of his own room before opening it, not wanting to do so in front of the others. Especially Isaac, who had dallied with Trixie himself.

Things had softened somewhat between himself and the Slytherin girl since their shared drink in the Three Broomsticks on the night of Garreth’s birthday party. That couldn’t be a bad thing. However, Oscar knew better than to let her get any closer. It was a fool’s game. Not only was she dangerous and cunning, but she was going to be fixed up in a pureblood marriage before long if the rumours in the Wizarding community were to be believed. A Weasley was not good enough for the McNair’s at any rate. If the rumours proved true, then Trixie would be marrying a Black after graduation. Oscar pitied the man tied to that little minx for the rest of his life.

Oscar wasn’t ready for marriage, arranged or otherwise. He had his Quidditch career on track, his future settled for the next few years. He didn’t really have much to complain about.

“Are you looking forward to Christmas, brother?” He asked, stirring Garreth from his thoughts.

Garreth’s smile widened, and he nodded. “I can’t wait to see Mum,” he said wistfully.

Oscar smiled. “She will be making a huge fuss over MC when she arrives, I hope you’ve warned her about the Weasley welcome she is going to receive.”

Garreth blushed, shifting awkwardly, his fingers tightening around the soft leather journal in his hands. His eyes dipped sheepishly downwards, and Oscar felt a twinge of regret that Garreth seemed to be trying to hide his true feelings. 

“I hope Mum doesn’t go too overboard and embarrass her,” Garreth said.

Oscar leaned forward, balancing his elbows on his knees. “Does she know you’re courting?”

Garreth’s blush deepened even further and shook his head.

“It’s okay, you know,” Oscar said softly. He reached out to pat Garreth on the knee. “I’m happy that you’re happy, brother. Just… just look after MC. She’s a good one.”

The look in Garreth’s eyes said it all. The softness and fire that lingered there at the mere mention of her name was enough to tell Oscar that Garreth was in deep. 

“I’d do anything for her, Os. Anything at all.”

….*....

Hogwarts felt huge and empty with most of the students at their homes for the holidays. MC wandered the long corridors and many staircases in a thoughtful mood, her mind turning over the last few months of her second year at this school. Her fears about attending this magical place of learning had melted away despite the darkness she had found here. The terrors she had faced didn’t seem as awful when you had others to help hold you up against them. MC realised she had much to be thankful for as she passed by the festive decorations on her way to meet Sebastian.

This time last year, she had only just begun to know her favourite Slytherin, and things had been so terribly dark and dangerous. She couldn’t fathom the world without him in it, now, without any of her friends. Sebastian and Ominis, Poppy, Leander, Amit, and Garreth. Most of all, Garreth.

Her promise to herself on the train ride here this year about not letting boys distract her seemed silly now. First Oscar, and now, she was truly swept off her feet over a boy. Garreth was woven through her so deeply that she felt his absence fiercely after just one day apart. For the first time in her life, she was going to be spending Christmas with a family, a large and warm family, with her boyfriend at her side.

It was almost overwhelming how much her life had changed over the course of a year, and whilst it was scary, she knew she shouldn’t be afraid to embrace it. The nerves fluttered, though. She couldn't help it. 

The lights of the library were low, the stacks shadowed and quiet as she walked past them to the favourite table that she usually shared with her friends. Sebastian sat under the glow of a lamp, his head bent over parchment on the table top, a copy of today’s Daily Prophet open beside him. He looked up as she approached and wiped his cheeks, her heart lurching to see the glisten of tears on them.

“Seb…” She hurried to his side, hands reaching to hold his arm. “Seb, what is it?”

He shook his head, using his sleeve to dry his cheeks. “It’s nothing, really. I'm fine.”

“This is me you're talking to, Sebastian Sallow, and you do not shed a tear over nothing,” MC said firmly. She pulled a chair closer to him and sat down, taking his hand in hers. His skin felt cold, and she rubbed the back of his hand for warmth and comfort. “It's just us here. Tell me what's got you so sad, and I will do my best to help. I know you would do the same for me.”

He leant his elbow on the table, his hand pushing into his fluffy hair as his face clouded with reluctance. She waited patiently, her hands still warming his cool fingers in her lap. 

“I was just thinking about us going to the Weasley's for Christmas and remembering a time when I would have had a family of my own to be with. I… I'm worried I am going to be imposing.” 

His voice was barely a whisper, emotion making it crack as his eyes shone. MC knew what loneliness was. She spent most of her life drowning in it, and her chest tightened with a familiar ache that almost stole her breath. It was heartbreaking to see it on the face of someone she cared deeply for, and her first instinct was to scramble onto his lap. Wrapping her arms around him, she held him against her, squeezing him tightly as though trying to impress upon him that he was not without someone this Christmas. 

“Have you not heard from Anne?” 

“No, nothing,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “No word from my sister, no other family to visit with, and I can't even keep a girlfriend either. Not that I could blame anyone. What girl wants this much darkness in their life?” 

“Did you not speak with Poppy before she left for her grandmother's?” MC bit her lip. The mood was still a bit sensitive between Poppy and Sebastian, mostly with Sebastian. She had noted the way he had stiffened at the mention of her name.

Again, he shook his head. “What would be the point? She doesn't want anything from me, and I don't blame her, MC. I'm better off alone, anyway.” 

“You are not alone, Seb,” she whispered into his hair, giving his back a rub. “You're my family now, and I am here for you.”

She felt his shuddering breath, and then his arms held her back, his face buried against her shoulder. 

“You will have Garreth and his legion of relatives to fuss over you on Christmas Eve,” he croaked. “Maybe I shouldn't come. I really would be intruding. A Slytherin in a house of Gryffindors.”

She sat back to look at him. “Oh, you are not backing out now. You have to come,” she said, nodding her head. “I'm positively terrified, and I need you there as backup. I'm going to be so out of my depth, and I am convinced they will take one look at me and see me for the troublemaker I am. I will be an imposter masquerading as a suitable girl to court their son.”

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Garreth’s family finding out that she was the reason he could see Thestrals now. Her murdering hands had bestowed that dark gift upon him. Who would want that for their son? 

The shadows swooped in, bringing with them the dark memories, and her chest tightened further. Her fingers curled into the back of Sebastian's jumper in a tight grip. 

Lost in thought, she startled at the feel of a firm, cold hand on her chin. Her eyes met with serious brown ones, Sebastian's lashes stuck together with unshed tears, but his gaze was fiery intent. 

“Don't you dare start thinking you are not good enough for him, MC,” Sebastian said firmly. “I have never seen you look as happy as you are with Garreth. He is good for you, and he adores you. I know he does. And his family will love you just as much as he does. You have nothing to worry about.”

Her heart stuttered and then thumped madly as she stared at Sebastian, her lips parting. “He said that? He… he loves me?” 

“He doesn’t have to say it,” Sebastian said, shaking his head. “It's obvious. Plus, he never stops talking about you. I'd put good money on a guess that his journal is full up with you as well. Every page, I'd say. I see it in the way he looks at you, and I know that he would do anything for you, even have secret duelling lessons in case he ever needs to fight for you.” 

She gasped, eyes wide, her head trying to piece this information together. “What?” 

Sebastian nodded, his lips curving upwards. “It's true, although he will probably hex my arse for telling you about it,” he grinned. “We have been meeting up to train together, and he is doing well. It must be my excellent teaching skills.”

His tears gone now, and his self-satisfied smirk brought a familiar twinkle to his eyes. MC shook her head a little, stunned that he had been teaching Garreth how to duel and in secret, too. It reminded her of when she had first got to know Sebastian and the time and patience he had spent on teaching her all manner of spells. 

“I can't believe Garreth is learning how to duel with you,” she said, still shaking her head. She bit her lip and eyed Sebastian. “And he is good, you say?” 

Sebastian nodded. “I would trust him with you, MC. I know he would have your back if it came down to it, and that makes him more than alright in my book.” 

“Why would you do all of this for him, for me?” 

He reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear, his gaze turning serious again. “Because you are like family to me, too, MC. I love you, and I would do anything for you, and if that means I train your clumsy, soft hearted boyfriend, how to blow shit up safely. Then, that's what I will do.”  

“Clumsy and soft hearted? That does sound like Garreth,” she said fondly. Her quiet laughter brought a chuckle from his lips, too, and she held his hand. 

“I know I am no substitute for Anne, and I would never try to be, but I am here for you,” she said, meeting his gaze. “We both have shadows on our backs, but we will be okay, I promise.”

He nodded, squeezing her hand, his expression thoughtful for a moment, and then he grinned. 

“Does this mean I am still going to be thrown into a pit of Weasley chaos on Christmas Eve?” 

“Yes,” she said, smiling back at him. “If I am going to be smothered with joy and affection, then so are you.” 

After another tight hug, she slipped from his lap and picked up the copy of the Daily Prophet from the table. The puzzle of the day was a mind bender, and she held it up to him, her smile teasing. 

“Still not completed this, Sallow? Oh dear, you're not slipping, are you?” 

Tears definitely gone now, his habitual smirk back on his freckled face, Sebastian took the newspaper from her and patted the chair next to him. 

“Sit down, my little menace,” he chuckled. “Seeing as it's Christmas, we can do this one together.” 

….*....

Home was an old farmhouse set in the English countryside, surrounded by their family fields and the woods. There was always something very special about returning home for Garreth. It was seeing the smoke rising from the chimney and knowing that cosy rooms awaited, it was seeing his old treehouse in the garden that his dad and older brother Nigellus had helped to build. 

There were untold memories of playing in the garden, catching frogs in the stream, hard days of helping with the harvest, and big family meals around his mother's kitchen table. As fun as school could be with the freedom of being able to express their magical abilities, Garreth loved coming home.

Dragging his trunk down the stone pathway towards the back door, delicious smells wafting from the steamed up kitchen windows, Garreth’s heart swelled as a very familiar figure appeared in the doorway. 

“Welcome home, my boys!” 

His mother was a most welcome sight with her arms out ready and her smile wide, clothed in her usual dress and apron.

“Mum!” He exclaimed excitedly.

Ignoring his brothers and dropping his trunk onto the path, he hurried straight into her waiting arms for the hug he had been longing for. Her squeeze nearly took his breath away as he crushed her against him. She seemed shorter somehow but still soft and warm as she laughed in delight. A thud at his back signalled the arrival of Hector, his skinny arms wrapped around them both as his mum ruffled his mop of ginger hair. 

Oscar came up behind their mum, wrapping his strong arms around them all to complete the welcome home hug, his eyes meeting Garreth’s in a warm smile as he kissed their mum on the cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, Mum,” Oscar said. “It's good to be home.”

Garreth smiled back, wrapped up in the family huddle still. He couldn't have said it better himself. Instead, he craned his neck over Oscar’s shoulder towards the kitchen, the tempting smells making his stomach grumble. It had been a long journey home. 

“What are you cooking, Mum? I'm starving!” 

….*....

The sun was setting on Christmas Eve, the icy blue sky bleeding into golds and pinks on the horizon, the sparse clouds thin and smokey grey behind the naked trees that surrounded the Weasley farm. The ground was snow free this far south, but the air was sharp and cold, the promise of a frost lingering in the lengthening shadows. 

MC held on to Sebastian's arm as they walked the gravel path towards the front door of the old stone farmhouse. The roof was tiled with great chimneys at each end. The windows lit cosily from within were like something out of a story book with little flower boxes beneath them. The garden was well tended, a home that was loved and cared for. 

That familiar tightness of nerves clenched in her chest, and she paused in her step, looking over the Weasley home as she bit her lip. She had never known a home like this, only ever a visitor, like her visit to Poppy’s home last summer, and now she was here about to face a real family set up. It was the stuff of dreams compared to the cold structure and formality of the children's home and the shared dormitories of Hogwarts. That feeling of being an imposter swept through her, and like Sebastian had the other day, she had the panicked thought that maybe she shouldn't be here.

Sebastian paused with her, watching her face, and he gave her arm a squeeze. 

“You've got this, MC. I am right here with you.” 

With a quick nod in his direction, she fought down her demons, and they arrived at the front door. Sebastian used the large metal knocker, the tap loud in the quietness of the garden, despite the sound of laughter and music that came from the inside of the house. 

The door swung open, bathing the doorstep in warm light. A man with curling red hair and green eyes greeted them, his smile cheerful through his thick, red beard. He held a mug of what looked suspiciously like potent beer.

“Well, hello there,” he said, eyeing them both. When his gaze fell on MC, his brows drew together slightly. “Goodness me, you're the young lass that was pictured in the Daily Prophet with my Oscar. Are you here to see him?” 

She would have welcomed a huge hole opening up beneath her feet about now, the ground swallowing her up until her fiercely blushing face was hidden. Mortified, she glanced at Sebastian, her lips parting as she struggled to find the words to reply. This man was clearly Garreth and Oscar’s father. That blasted photo of her and Oscar kissing that had been printed for all to see was clearly never going to disappear. 

“Good evening,” Sebastian said smoothly. “I'm Sebastian, and this is MC. We are here at the invitation of Garreth, actually.”

“Oh, right, well then. Good evening, and Happy Christmas, young friends,” he said, looking between them both. “So, you are not the girl from the photo?”

“I am…” MC cringed, her fingers gripping tightly to Sebastian's coat sleeve. “The Daily Prophet should not have printed that photograph. It bears no merit on Oscar's skill on the pitch, which is what they should have been reporting on. I am sorry you had to see it, sir.” 

Mr Weasley's eyebrows lifted, and he gave a little shrug. “Well, of course. No need to be apologising to me, my dear. I was a youngster once myself,” he gave them a wink and stepped back. “Come on out of the cold, then. I shall warn you, though, there are sprigs of mistletoe hidden around the house. But if there is to be any of that snogging business, I promise there will be no photographs of it.” 

Sebastian was smirking, but MC felt the heat burning her cheeks as she stepped into the hallway, Mr Weasley's mischievous grin, so like Garreth’s that it made her breath catch. Garreth had definitely gained his handsome charm from his father.

A woman in a green dress appeared from a doorway, her red hair pinned back and her rosy cheeks rounded as she beamed a smile their way. MC stared at her, struck immediately by the twinkling blue eyes that were just like Oscar’s. She bustled towards them, her hands held out towards MC. 

“Oh, hello, hello! Happy Christmas, and welcome,” She greeted, taking MC’s hand and squeezing it gently. Her eyes took in MC’s face, and she gave a hqppy, little sigh. “You must be MC. How lovely you are, my dear. I can see why my Garreth is so very fond of you.”

“It's lovely to meet you, Mrs Weasley,” MC said, her voice sounding rather breathless as she fought back her nerves, her blush deepening at the praise. “Happy Christmas!”

Mrs Weasley was so warm and welcoming, turning her attention to Sebastian next and exclaiming over how handsome he was. He even got a pinch on the cheek that had MC biting back a chuckle as Garreth hurried into the hallway, his face immediately brightening as she met his gaze. 

Mr Weasley watched on as Garreth leapt forward and scooped MC up into a huge, bone crushing hug. “You're here!” He exclaimed, squeezing her tight before pressing a cheeky kiss to her cheek. “The best kind of Christmas gift.”

“Hold your horses, lad,” Mr Weasley said, his brow furrowing in confusion. “This is the young lady you were telling us about? This is your lass?” 

Garreth glanced up at his father. “Yes…I hope you haven't been teasing her, Dad.” 

“As if I would,” Mr Weasley said, holding up both hands with his little smile that was so very Garreth. He shook his head, his smile turning baffled. “I can't keep up with you youngsters and your courting.”

MC bit her lip, her hand seeking out Garreth’s so they could link fingers. Grabbing Sebastian with his other hand, Garreth led them through into a large but cosy living room that was filled with people chatting and drinking. By the fireplace stood a huge Christmas tree decorated with enchanted candles and pretty ribbons. Professor Weasley stood beside it, a glass of wine in her hand as she chatted with a tall man. She gave them both a nod and a smile in greeting.

The majority of the guests were red-haired, and MC shared a look with Sebastian as he chuckled. “Bloody hell, that’s a lot of Weasleys.” 

Garreth grinned. “And this isn't all of us. Not everyone could make it. The Prewetts are here, though. Come on, there's Lee.” 

In the spirit of Christmas, MC found herself swept up into a fierce hug by Leander, and he held out his hand for Sebastian to shake. Soon, the four of them were huddled in their own little corner, chatting away, drinks pressed into their hands as plates of mince pies and other tasty treats were passed around. 

Tucked snugly against Garreth’s side, his arm wrapped around her, MC began to feel some of the nervous tension slip from her shoulders. Even Sebastian and Leander were getting along, laughing loudly, their cheeks turning pink from the little Firewhiskey top ups that they were slipping into their drinks. 

Children were weaving around the adults, giggling and playing, some of them playing Wizard's Tag in the garden where Oscar was keeping an eye on them. When Oscar came indoors with a little red-haired girl trailing him, their cheeks flushed with the cold, MC watched as they warmed their hands at the fireplace. 

Oscar was wearing a dark green, knitted jumper, his hair neatly swept to the side, and he looked as handsome as ever. Clearly, the little girl adored Oscar. She stuck at his side, her little hand seeking his as she leant against him. 

Garreth noticed the direction of her gaze and spoke into her ear. “That's my little sister, Millie. Oscar is her favourite, and she misses him when he is away at school. She starts Hogwarts next year, actually. She can't wait.” 

“She starts as Oscar leaves,” MC said, still watching as Oscar adjusted the little hair clip that kept wild red hair from tumbling across Millie's freckled forehead. “That's a shame. I can see how close they are.” 

“Are you okay being here with Oscar?” Garreth asked softly. She turned to meet his gaze. His hand gripped subtly tighter at her waist. “It's not too awkward for you, is it?” 

“No, I'm alright,” she said, smiling and daring to lean closer and press a very quick kiss to his nose. “Although, I think your dad was a bit confused. He recognised me from the photograph in the paper.”

Garreth groaned. “I forgot about that. Sorry.” 

“Not to worry, it isn’t your fault. Your Mum seemed to know about me, though,” she said, reaching to adjust his little red dickie bow. He looked so smart in his white shirt and red plaid waistcoat, her eyes dipping to gaze longingly at his mouth. She craved a proper kiss from him. “She seems lovely.” 

“I may have had a little chat with her and told her about you,” Garreth admitted, his smile bashful. 

“A little chat?” Hector’s head appeared from behind the settee they were sitting on, his cheeky face twisting into an artful eye roll. “You don't shut up about her. Honestly, you talk about her as much as you snog her at school, and that's a whole lot!” 

“Hector! Right, that is it!” Garreth twisted around, his hand splayed against Hector’s red hair as he tried to shove his head back down behind the settee. Hector squeaked and tried to slap his hand away, wriggling away with an infectious chuckle that brought laughter to MC’s lips as the brothers squabbled. 

“What’s going on here?” Oscar asked, coming closer. 

“Hector being a pesky dugbog again, I'd say,” Millie grinned. 

“You're a dugbog,” Hector threw back, in between grappling with Garreth, who had now launched himself over the back of the settee and was wrestling Hector to the floor. “In fact, you're worse! You're a big, stinky dugbog poop!” 

Millie scowled and hurried to swing her little booted foot towards Hector’s leg, his squawk of pain her reward as she folded her arms with a satisfied smirk. 

MC watched the sibling scrap with her hand to her mouth, a mixture of amusement and curiosity playing out over her face as Sebastian and Leander turned to see what was going on. She glanced up at Oscar, who met her gaze. It was the closest she had been to him in a while, and she couldn't help the blush that swept across her cheeks. 

“Are they always like this?” 

Oscar’s smile brought a twinkle to his eyes as he nodded. “I'm afraid so.” 

“What in Merlin's name is going on here?” Mrs Weasley demanded, her hand whipping out her wand in the blink of an eye. 

Garreth and Hector were both levitated off their feet, their feet and hands still kicking and swiping as they let out groans of frustration. Millie giggled with delight and clapped her hands, poking out her tongue at Hector.

“We have guests!” Mrs Weasley scolded, hands on her hips. “You stop this nonsense right now!”

Both boys stopped their scrapping and gave their mother sheepish smiles. “Sorry Mum,” they said in unison. 

Mrs Weasley nodded once and then turned a smile towards Garreth. “And Garreth, sweetie, don't forget to let MC meet Grandma Weasley. She is eager to meet your lovely young lady.”

Oscar’s smile slipped, and he flicked his gaze MC’s way before taking hold of Millie and directing her away from her floating siblings. “Come on, Mills, the show is over. Let's see what food is left.” 

Mrs Weasley brought the boys back down to their feet, Hector grumbling under his breath about favouritism, and Garreth still looked a little bit sheepish as he tugged his shirt and waistcoat to straighten them. Sebastian gave him a little nudge with his elbow, the pair of them exchanging a cheeky, smirking look. 

Reaching for his hand, MC slipped her fingers through Garreth’s and let him lead her away through the living room towards a doorway that opened into a large kitchen. Oscar and Millie were picking over platters of food that were set on the long table, Oscar catching her gaze as they passed them. 

Guilt pulled at MC, making her conscious of her hand that was grasped in Garreth’s, at her being called his young lady right in front of poor Oscar. How could she not feel for him? In his shoes, she would be crushed. Her lips twitched into an attempt at an apologetic smile, but it didn't feel enough, especially when he didn't return it and looked down. 

“Where are we going?” She asked, dodging a pair of red-haired children that looked suspiciously like twins as they headed towards a very big inglenook fireplace. 

“To meet Grandma Weasley, of course,” Garreth said, pausing beside a worn winged-back chair. In the chair sat a small woman, aged and hunched, her blue eyes still bright and keen as she lifted a gnarled hand out towards them. 

“Is that you, Garreth, dear?” Her voice was thin and tired, her words spoken between rasping breaths. MC tried to remember seeing anyone who looked this old and came up with nothing. 

Garreth hunkered down, gently taking hold of the trembling curled fingers. 

“Yes, it's me, Grandma,” he said clearly. He gestured for MC to crouch down beside him, and she did so. Slowly, he placed MC’s hand with his so that they were both holding his grandmother's hand. “I have brought someone very special to meet you, Grandma. This is MC.”

“Hello,” MC said nervously, her hand resting gently over the old woman's cool skin. 

“Ah, yes, your sweetheart,” she said, her lips lifting into a smile as her eyes wandered over MC’s face. “I can not see as well as I once did, but I am sure you are as lovely as young Garreth described you. Now, let me get a proper look. I just need to hold your hands. Do you mind, my dear?” 

MC exchanged a look with Garreth as Grandma Weasley took hold of her hand in both of hers. Garreth gave her a reassuring nod, his hand sliding to the small of her back where he circled his fingers in a soothing touch. 

“Of course, go ahead,” MC said. 

Grandma Weasley closed her eyes and gently felt over MC’s hands, her fingertips cool and soft. MC watched, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. 

“Grandma has a magic touch,” Garreth whispered. “She can read people through their hands. Caught me out a few times when I was younger, unfortunately. Not much gets past her.” 

“I can hear you, Garreth, my sweet,” Grandma Weasley said, her eyes still closed. She smirked and leaned in a little closer towards MC. “He is a mischievous little scamp, but his heart beats with a rare purity.” 

MC smiled. When you looked into those green eyes, that purity was there. She had seen it. She felt it whenever Garreth held her close. It was one of the reasons she was drawn to him in the first place. If this lady could feel that from merely touching a person's hands, then MC wondered what she was going to say about her. 

Nerves fluttered like lacewing flies in her belly as those gnarled, old hands felt over her palms, her fingertips following the lines that traced her skin there. Muttering came from her lips, her eyelids flickering as she read MC’s hands with her magical skill. 

“Don't be afraid, child,” she said gently, her hands cupping MC’s like a tiny bird. She nodded, her eyes opening to reveal orbs of twinkling pale blue that held a depth of knowledge. “You are a very strong and brave girl, MC. I can feel deep shadows and sadness within you, but you carry it in a heart that is loyal and true, a selfless and generous young woman.” 

MC felt her throat tighten, the backs of her eyes burning as they remained locked with Grandma Weasley. How did she see all of that? Did she know what those shadows were? Had she seen the murder and bloodshed? Did she see the lies told to protect Sebastian? 

Did she know the risk she had brought to Garreth?

Grandma Weasley turned her gaze towards Garreth and patted his arm. “Be a treasure and make your old Grandma a cup of tea, Garreth lad,” she said. 

Garreth opened his mouth to perhaps protest, but one look at his grandmother's face made him think otherwise. “Of course, one cup of tea is coming right up!” 

MC watched Garreth get up and fetch the kettle for the large range stove, her nerves fluttering madly as she looked back up at the lined face, wondering again just how old this lady was, when Grandma Weasley gave her a secretive smile. 

“Now, us girls can have a proper chat. There is a deep and powerful magic within you, child,” Grandma Weasley continued. Her eyes narrowed. “You have the blood of the ancient flowing in your veins. I have heard about you, and I am honoured to be able to feel the pulse of that magic with my own hands.”

Her gentle fingers moved to press against the pulse point at MC’s wrist, a pulse that was racing under this close scrutiny. 

“You…you can feel it?” 

Grandma Weasley nodded. “I can. I am impressed, child. You carry such power, and yet you try to conceal it. You don't want it to control you or let it be all that people see of you. Whilst you seek acceptance and belonging, you don't want to use your gift to get it. Such wisdom for one so young.” 

“I had a good mentor,” MC said, her voice wavering slightly. 

Grandma Weasley nodded, and she smiled. “Eleazar was a wonderful man, and his wife was a rare gem. They are both great losses to our world. I am glad you found your way to him.” 

“You knew Professor Fig?” MC felt her heart quicken further, tightness grasping her chest and throat. 

“I did. We would write from time to time, and he told me a little about his ward. You. He thought highly of you, dear. You should know that…” Grandma Weasley paused, her head tilting, and she stroked the back of MC’s hand. “The panic flutters. Does it happen often?”

MC gasped and almost pulled her hands out from Grandma Weasley's grip. It was unnerving to be read so easily. “You can feel them, too?”

Grandma frowned slightly and put a hand to her own chest. “I can. I am sorry, dear. I do not mean to upset you. I can feel your troubled heart, and it is a shame for one so young. But, I can feel the love you bear also. You have people who help carry these burdens. Garreth… He helps you with these flutters, doesn't he?” 

MC nodded. Whilst stunned, she felt no malice from this curious old lady, and the truth fell easily from her lips. “Yes, he does.” 

Grandma Weasley thought for a moment and then nodded, her smile knowing and satisfied. 

“Then you had best keep him close, child,” she said, patting their joined hands before sitting back in her chair. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “You've got a rare one there, my dear. You have nothing to fear when it comes to Garreth. That boy is loyal to a fault. Your heart will be safe with him, and while you may argue that I am biased, I can confidently promise you that.” 

MC felt that tightness in her throat increase, emotion making it difficult to swallow as she fought the urge to cry. It was raw honesty that made her speak the deepest fear in her heart to this woman. 

“And what of his heart, ma'am,” she said quietly. “Is that safe in my hands?” 

Her wrinkled brow furrowed into deep lines, and she stared with curious eyes. “You doubt yourself that much, child?” 

“I could not bear it if I were to hurt him,” she admitted. “I don't want to fail him.” 

“You love him,” Grandma Weasley said, nodding as if she already knew it for fact. She took hold of MC’s hand again, her grip firm. “That's all you need to do, child. Love him, share your heart with him, and the reward will be everything you seek. We all have shadows to carry. It's just the human way. Don't let them block out the light. You're strong. You will be just fine. Trust me, my dear.” 

Garreth appeared with a small tray containing a little teapot and a fine China tea cup on a saucer. “Just how you like it, Grandma,” he said, placing the tray on the side table beside her. “Would you like me to pour it for you?” 

“If you would, sweetheart. My hands aren't what they used to be,” she said, giving MC a wink. “Thank you for bringing your lady to me. It was a pleasure to meet you, dear.” 

Heart hammering, MC stood, her chest still tight and her hands tingling where the old woman had touched her. Touched her and saw into her soul. 

“It was lovely to meet you, too,” she said, her voice strained. 

Garreth was leaning down to kiss his Grandma's cheek, speaking to her with that lovely, warm voice she adored. Grandma Weasley said something back to him, speaking words into his ear that made his face flush crimson. 

Unsure how she felt about the whole thing, MC excused herself for a moment and turned from them, heading for a door that led out into a little paved garden with neatly kept potting beds full of herbs. She kept walking, just needing a moment to herself.

Pressing her hand to her chest and fighting the tears that threatened to fall, she couldn't help but feel like she had just passed some kind of test. Through touching her hands and reading her soul, that wise old woman had given her blessing. 

With the darkness that shrouded her, MC was struggling to fathom how that was even possible. Despite Sebastian's firm words about her being good enough for Garreth and the eerie accuracy that an old woman had spoken of her secret heart, she still couldn't fight the fear that she wasn’t. 

….*....

Oscar had tried to keep his eyes averted from MC, but it was hard. Drawn to her, he had no choice but to watch as she was introduced to his family. She looked so lovely, her smile lighting her face, her eyes so soft whenever she looked at Garreth. 

Seeing her being presented to Grandma Weasley had him almost holding his breath, his curiosity burning fiercely as she held MC’s hand and gave her reading. The warmth on Grandma Weasley's face, the way she smiled at MC. Whatever she had seen had pleased her.

Grandma Weasley was never wrong, and she had seen enough to put her blessing on MC. 

When MC had made her excuses and left the kitchen, Oscar’s feet were moving before he could even begin to think of a reason not to follow. With Garreth distracted by Grandma Weasley, Oscar took the chance to have this moment alone with MC. 

The night sky was littered with stars, his breath visible in the chilly air as he crossed the herb garden towards the stone arch that led further into the garden beyond. There, on a stone bench, sat MC with her arms wrapped around herself, her gaze lifted to the night sky. 

“Are you alright?” 

Her head whipped around towards him, and she tried to steady her breathing, shifting on the bench as he came to a stop beside it. 

“I… I just needed some fresh air,” she said. “It was a bit warm in the kitchen.” 

He nodded. “Grandma Weasley is something else, isn't she? I can imagine how overwhelming it might be to take on board what she says. We are all used to it.” 

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “It felt a bit strange, I must admit.” 

He gestured towards the empty spot on the bench beside her. “May I?” 

She nodded. “Of course.” 

Oscar took a seat, careful not to touch her as he did so. He looked up at the sky and rubbed his hands together against the chill. 

“Would you like me to cast a warming charm? I'm rather handy with those, as I am sure you remember.” 

She glanced at him, a slight smile on her lips as she nodded. 

It reminded him of the night he took her out to the gardens above the Hufflepuff common room to look at the stars. It had been cold that night, too, but they had found warmth with each other. It had been their first kiss. 

Slipping his wand out, he cast the charm and heard her little sigh. Twisting his wand in his fingers to keep his hands busy, he risked another look her way. 

“You make him happy, you know,” he said. She lifted her gaze to meet his. “I should have let you two find each other sooner rather than trying to keep you for myself. For that, I am sorry.”

Her hand reached out to touch his forearm, and she shook her head. “Please, don't apologise. It took both of us to be together like we were, and don’t ever regret it, because I don't. I could never regret you, Oscar.” 

He looked down at her hand, his chest squeezing at her words as his gaze returned to her face. He placed his hand over hers.

“I don't regret you either,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I wish things could have been different, I won't deny it, but I can see that you made the right choice. You are meant to be with Garreth, and I just want you both to be happy, because… because I love you both.” 

As she stared at him, their hands touching, the stars silently watching on, he knew he would always love her in a way. She was the first girl who had made him pause and think about what he wanted. But, he had to let go now.

“Look after him, MC. He is my little brother, and he is one of a kind. You won't find anyone else that comes close.”

“You're more like him than you know,” she said, squeezing his arm before letting go. “There are not many who would be this generous. I wouldn't blame you if you hated me.” 

“I could never hate you, MC.” 

She nodded and stood, taking a deep breath as she smoothed her hands down the front of her blouse. “Thank you. I should really head back inside.” 

Oscar stood with her, not ready to see her leave just yet. He caught her sleeve and held her there, looking down at her and savouring how she looked under the winter moonlight one more time. It occurred to him that one day, she would probably become his sister, a true part of this family, and it didn't hurt the way he thought it would. 

It meant she would always be a part of his life, and maybe that was enough. 

“You will meet someone one day, Oscar, and she will make you forget what it was ever like to breathe without her,” she said. “I want that for you.” 

He smiled and pulled her closer, bending to press a soft kiss to her forehead. Her delicate scent pulled at memories, but she belonged to his brother now.

“Go on, Garreth is waiting for you,” he said softly. “Happy Christmas, MC.”

“Happy Christmas, Oscar.” 

He stood and watched her go, slipping his hands into his pockets as the effects of the warming charm began to fade. 

….*....

Garreth carefully poured the tea into one of his mother's finest tea cups. He placed the cup and saucer gently into his grandmother's hands, and she smiled up at him.

“You've always been a good boy, Garreth,” she said fondly. “I am happy that you have found someone who sees you for what you are. You deserve it.” 

“Does that mean you like MC?” 

Grandma Weasley chuckled, her tea cup rattling ominously in her saucer. “If you're seeking my blessing, my boy, then you have it. You just come and see me when the time is right, and the ring is yours to give.” 

He felt his cheeks flame with heat, and he put his hands to his mouth, almost trembling at the idea of presenting a ring to MC. 

“There is plenty of time for all that, Grandma,” he said shakily. “I think you're getting ahead of yourself there.”

“When you know, you know,” she winked. She lifted her cup to her lips and paused, her eyes full of Weasley mischief. “By all means, take some time to court her and have some fun, Garreth. But don't dilly dally. Once you've both finished your schooling, you come and see me. I'm far too long in the tooth already at 127, and I want to see that girl as a Weasley before I'm gone.” 

He almost gulped as he watched her sip her tea, swallowing it down with a contented sigh.

“Lovely,” she said. “Now, off you go. Go enjoy the evening with the other young folks. I'm quite happy here in my chair with my tea.” 

He pressed another kiss to her wizened cheek that had her grinning into her cup as he made his way out of the kitchen in search of MC. 

He searched out the living room, but there didn't seem to be any sign of her, only Leander and Sebastian, who were in the middle of a competitive game of Wizard's Chess. 

“Where's MC?” Sebastian asked, looking around for her. 

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he said, glancing around again. 

Leander leant back in his chair with a smirk. “Maybe she's with Oscar. He hasn't been around for a while either.”

Sebastian's hands clenched into fists, and his eyes narrowed as he glared at Leander. Garreth immediately put a staying hand on his shoulder and shook his head at Leander.

“What?” Leander said, holding his hands out. “I was only joking.”

“It's not funny,” Garreth said. 

“No, it's not,” Sebastian said quietly. “But if it's true, I'm not afraid to throw a few hexes his way if he has got his hands on her.” 

“There will be no need for throwing hexes at anyone, mate,” Garreth said, patting Sebastian's shoulder. “Oscar is alright. We had a chat. It's all good.” 

“If you say so,” Sebastian said, slowly unclenching his fists. “Still, go and find MC. You should be with her.”

“Why don't you take her out and show her your old treehouse?” Leander suggested with a wink. “We will cover for you, won't we Sallow?” 

Sebastian rolled his eyes with a groan as Garreth’s mouth lifted into a mischievous smirk. Sebastian held his hand up before he could say anything. 

“Don't! I don't need to hear it,” he said, shaking his head. “Just go and find her, and yes, we will cover for you.” 

“Nice one, lads,” Garreth said, slapping them both on the shoulder. “Catch you later.”

….*....

With her back pressed against the old stone of the farmhouse wall, MC took a moment to catch her breath before returning to the kitchen. The nerves and uncertainty had almost engulfed her completely, and then Oscar had placed that tender kiss on her forehead, sending her back to Garreth with such warmth in his gaze that it had nearly brought forth the tears she had been withholding. 

The emotional roller coaster this evening should have had her running, panic searing through her blood, but she wasn't. She was still here, and more than anything, she craved the comfort of twinkling green eyes and warm arms wrapped around her. 

Grandma Weasley had held her hands for mere minutes and plucked the truth from her heart with a smile. MC loved Garreth. She loved him so much it filled her up, threatening to burst from her skin like a blaze of magic. 

The sting of tears threatening now were happy ones, and she almost chuckled to herself as she rubbed at her cheeks and turned to open the door to the kitchen. It opened before she had the chance to touch the handle, and Garreth was there before her. 

“There you are! What are you doing out here in the cold?” He said, reaching for her. 

“I needed some fresh air and a moment to gather my thoughts,” she said quickly, throwing herself into his waiting arms and burying her face into the softness of his shirt. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, his hand cupping the back of her head. 

She nodded, taking a deep breath and inhaling his familiar and comforting scent. “I am now.” 

She felt his hands soothing her, soft kisses landing on her head, and she closed her eyes. 

“Come with me, I want to show you something,” he said. 

Taking his hand, she let him lead her back out into the garden, taking a turn that led them down a trail, away from where she had left Oscar through some bushes and trees. Twigs snapped beneath their feet and their breaths misted in the cold air, but she ignored the shivers and held on tight to the warmth of Garreth’s hand. 

They came to a clearing in the trees, the sounds of the house far behind them here as Garreth paused under a huge oak that supported a rather impressive tree house. He turned to her, his face just visible in the darkness. He held up his wand and cast Lumos.

Blinking against the sudden light, MC followed the light as he aimed it towards the wooden structure, a ladder visible beneath it. 

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said proudly. 

She smirked. “What a charming home you have, Mr Weasley. Do you bring all the girls here to impress them?” 

He pulled her in close, his lips barely a whisper from hers. “Only the really pretty ones.” 

Unable to resist what was put so temptingly before her, MC pressed her lips to his, savouring the softness with a lingering kiss that left them both breathless. Her heart thumped at the immediate flare of fire that flickered within her.

“Such a charmer,” she whispered. “Come on, then. Give me the grand tour.” 

Still holding his wand, he assisted her up the ladder before following her up into the cosy little cabin. Garreth lit a lamp, filling the space with a warm glow that revealed a glimpse into a younger Garreth. 

There were faded pictures tacked to the walls, Quidditch and posters of popular toys, paper filled with little drawings of animals and boats, magical items, and plants. Old toys were on shelves and in a box, along with some books and a tray filled with coloured pencils. 

“Wow, this is all yours?” She asked, trailing her fingers over a little desktop, smiling at the tiny stool tucked underneath. There was even a potion kit and cauldron on the bench, stubs of burned down candles left in little metal holders, making the place look used and loved. 

“My dad built this with Nigellus for me and Oscar, but it was me that spent the most time here,” Garreth said, moving towards a small chest and lifting the lid. “This was my little hideaway where I would come and play, daydream about all the fun things I wanted to do once my magic came in.”

MC turned to look at him, trying to imagine him as a small boy with wild curls and chubby cheeks. She realised it wasn't that hard to picture, and her heart was filled with a sudden aching longing. A need to be a part of something that created the warmth and love his memories inspired. 

“That sounds like the perfect childhood,” she said softly, watching as he pulled blankets and cushions from the small chest. He held them up to her, his smile irresistible. 

“Would you like to make a little nest with me? This is one of my favourite places, and I just want to share it with you for a bit.” 

“I would love to.” 

They arranged the cushions and blankets on the floor of the cabin, Garreth casting a warming charm that could rival Oscar’s, and soon they were cuddled up together. The outside world could have been a million miles away for all she cared. Laying there in his arms and staring into beautiful green eyes, this was all that mattered. 

“I love you, Garreth Weasley,” she whispered. 

He stared at her, sucking in a gasp of breath as he tried to process what she had said. His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes shone with gathering tears as his hands gripped her tighter. 

“Really?” 

She smiled, cupping his face with her hand and pressing her nose to his. “I really do. I love you. I've never felt like this before, but it can't be anything else. You mean so much to me, and when we are together, I feel more complete than I ever have in my whole life.” 

The sound he made was half sob, half laughter, his mouth seeking hers in a firm kiss that pressed her back into the pillows. 

“I love you more than anything,” he said earnestly, holding her close, his forehead resting against hers. “I could burst with it, and when we kissed for the first time, I thought I had to be dreaming because my dreams have always been about you, night and day.” 

“You don't have to dream about it anymore, Garreth,” she said, her own eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I am yours to kiss whenever you want to, my heart is yours, and I have been assured that you will take good care of it for me.” 

He huffed a laugh, his fingers caressing her cheek, his thumb achingly close to her mouth. 

“Grandma Weasley, I'm guessing.” 

She nodded, sliding her fingers into the softness of his hair, playing with the tumble of curls at the back of his neck. 

“She is a little bit terrifying, your grandmother, but she knew I love you,” she said, letting her vulnerability show as she gazed into his eyes. She lowered her voice to barely a whisper, her heart in her mouth as it pounded with heightened anticipation, shifting her hips so that they pressed closer against his. 

“Kiss me, Garreth, and this time, I don't want you to stop. Please tell me you have some potion I could take, and then you can make me yours.”

“Are you sure?” His words followed a soft intake of breath, his eyes questioning and his face serious. “I do have some potions. Are you sure you want to do this here? I want it to be perfect for the first time. It's what you deserve.” 

She nodded, her chest blooming with warmth at how utterly adorable he could be. 

“Didn't you say that this is one of your favourite places? What could be more perfect? I have nowhere like this to show you. My life has been a series of lonely rooms, and I want to do this with you in a place that means something. I feel close to you here. This is perfect.” 

“Your life will never have lonely rooms ever again,” he said firmly. “Not if I have anything to do with it.” 

Their kisses had always inspired the fire in her to bloom, her body responding to him with passion and desire, but there was an intensity to these kisses that just felt deeper. There was a hunger that clawed through her, urging her hands to pull his clothing free from his body, exposing warm, freckled skin that her hands craved to touch. 

Her soft sighs were met with his groans of approval as he palmed her bare breasts, his lips tasting the skin of her neck. The tease of his kiss tortured a nipple, her back arching off the blanket as he tugged the last of her clothing free. 

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” He asked, his hand poised near the junction of her thigh. “Only on your word, MC.”  

She nodded, swallowing nervously as she glanced down between their bodies, his arousal alluring and slightly intimidating as she imagined it pressing into her. 

“I'm ready.” 

She moaned, her teeth catching at her lower lip as he stroked his fingers against her core, sliding one inside with ease. His teasing brought more soft moans to her lips, the heat building as he added a second finger.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he said softly, his eyes conveying his own nerves. 

“It's alright,” she said, stroking his face. “I know it might sting at first, but that's normal, don't worry.”

“We can stop any time, just tell me, and I will stop.” 

“Garreth, look at me,” she said, holding his gaze. “I trust you. I want you to be the one to do this. This is what I want, but only if you want it too.”

His eyes darkened even more as he glanced down at where his hand was pleasuring her. His fingers began to move again with aching slowness. “Oh, I want this,” he said. “You have no idea how much…” 

His words cut off with a moan as her hand slid over his arousal, stroking him. She licked her lips, anticipation tingling through her limbs and burning her tongue as words naughtier than she had ever said before left her mouth. 

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, breathless with the abandonment and piercing heat she felt at uttering such filthy words to him. 

His cheeks flushed with colour, his stunned green eyes stared as his pupils flared, his arousal twitching under her grip as her name left his mouth in a shocked gasp. 

He looked downwards, mouth parted as he shifted his hips closer, the tip of his cock brushing up against where his fingers were buried inside of her. She rolled her hips with a soft moan and he closed his eyes. 

“Fuck, MC. You're a naughty girl.” 

Her answering smile was everything naughty and playful, her entire body a blistering vessel of need and love, desperate to feel him as close as possible. It was powerful and all consuming and a little overwhelming, but in the best way.

She had read about the desire you could feel for another, the want and burn of letting another take your body in the most intimate way, but had thought herself possibly broken because she had shied away from it. But, with him, with Garreth, it was different.

She wanted to be a ‘naughty girl’ for him.

Sliding his fingers free, he lined himself up against her entrance, her thighs instinctively parting wider as she felt that first gentle nudge. Their eyes met, his final search for her consent that she gave with a simple nod of her head, and he pushed forward gently. 

She panted softly, the head pressing inwards with a subtle stretch. As much as she wanted this, her body tensed at the intrusion, and Garreth paused, biting his lower lip. 

“More,” she gasped, her hands coaxing him with soft touches. “It's alright.” 

He pushed again, and they both felt the resistance, but she urged him on, gripping his hip and wincing slightly at the feeling of pressure. He was bigger than she thought, her breaths coming even faster as he pushed until she felt the giving way with a sharp sting.

A wince crossed her face as she gasped, Garreth immediately stilled and held her close, pressing kisses to her face as he stroked her hair. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. 

“No, it's alright,” she soothed. “I'm okay. We did it!”

She smiled at him, kissing him back and staring into his eyes as she gave a gentle, testing roll of her hips. As she did so, he slid deeper, filling her even more, and the stretch made her breath catch. His fingers gripped, a soft groan sounding in his throat. 

“MC, you are just… Gods that feels so good,” he moaned, moving his own hips just enough to make him withdraw slightly before he sank even deeper. 

They moaned in unison, the utterly full feeling of him being buried within her was unlike anything else. Looking down at where their bodies were joined, MC blinked back a few tears and then kissed him, so filled by him in more ways than one.

The kiss deepened, any nerves completely melting away as she caressed his skin, fingers dragging down his back as he slowly began to move. With each careful thrust, the stretch lessened, and a delicious slow burn began to build. There was no rhythm to it, the pair of them just adjusting to this new, intense feeling that had her moaning into his mouth. 

“Tell me this feels just as good for you,” he said, his gasping breaths hot against her throat. 

“Yes,” she whispered, her hands just needing to touch, gripping at him as she craved more. “Faster, Garreth.” 

He obliged, adjusting his arms to brace each side of her as he snapped his hips against hers, seeking out a rhythm that had her back arching upwards. She could see the pleasure on his face, his soft groans filling her with as much fire as the feel of him as they moved together. He had found his stride and where, before it had been exploratory and gentle, now it was urgent and exquisite. 

He turned his head, closing his eyes, and his movement became loose, his gasps more desperate. She had seen him reach release before, could tell he was close, and she took his face in her hands and turned him back towards her.

“I don’t want it to end…MC,” he panted. “I’m so close…”

“This is only the first time,” she said softly between kisses. “The first of many. It doesn’t end here.”

He buried his face into her neck with a soft whimper, his hips rolling and grinding against her, his breath hot and desperate as he clutched at her hip. Burying deeply, he groaned, and she gasped. She could feel it. Deep within her, he was throbbing, the hot pulse of his orgasm filling her with his seed. 

Breathing hard, their bodies were crushed together in a tight embrace, her fingers toying with the curls at the back of his neck, now damp with sweat as they calmed from the heat of their intimacy. 

“The first of many, hmm?” He asked, nuzzling her neck with little kisses as they curled up under a blanket. “When can we do this again?”

Chuckling, she traced a finger along his jaw, seeking out his mouth for more kisses. “I get the feeling you are going to be sneaking me into your dormitory more often, Weasley.”

“Oh, I’m going to go one better and convince my aunt to swap you into Gryffindor,” he grinned. “Then, you will always be close.”

Giggling, she linked her fingers with his, bringing his hand to her lips so she could kiss his fingertips, his beautiful hands that were capable of creating such beauty and mayhem.

“I don’t need to be in the same house for that,” she said, meeting his gaze. She placed his hand against her chest, right above where her heart fluttered for him. “It sounds so very sentimental and unbelievably soppy, but you are in here.”

“And, I love you.”

His smile was gorgeous, impossible not to return as he gently took hold of her jaw to kiss her. “I love you.”

To be continued...

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley #oscar weasley #blueraineshadows

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Fancy Clothes-Ron Weasley

warnings: kinda rushed cause i have a headace. not really proof read, fluff that made me personally recoil at how cheesy it is 

a/n: As i said, this is rushed so please bear with me here 

word count: 798

It was common knowledge that the Weasleys weren’t precisely the wealthiest family. Molly had to provide for seven kids along with the help of her husband of course, so having nine mouths to feed, including hers, was a struggle at times but she had always managed. 

  And Ron really admired his mother for that, that even in the harder times she still prepared hot food for all of them. But because of this, when Ron started dating you, he felt like he needed to provide for you. 

   He would do all the things his mom and sister had taught him, like opening doors, making you tea when you feel sick, reassuring you, and all of the above, Ron would do whatever he could to make you happy. But as your relationship got more serious, and your one-year anniversary was coming up, Ron really realized something, he did not own a lot of money. 

   Of course, he knew this all along. But, seeing boyfriends get their girlfriends expensive bracelets, and necklaces for their one year, and even for birthdays made Ron feel insecure.

  Leading to him sitting in his room at the burrow, while all his siblings laughed and joked downstairs, he was stuck with the overbearing feeling of thinking he isn’t good enough. You noticed his demeanor change suddenly, and made your way up to his room, knocking on the slightly open door before entering. 

  “Ron? Are you okay?” You inquired, stepping forward before closing the door behind you. Ron looked up for a second to give you a half smile before nodding his head, only to return to staring at his hands, refusing to make full eye contact with you. You of course knew better, choosing to sit next to him on the edge of the bed while taking his hand in yours and rubbing small figures on the back of his hand.

  “Be honest with me Ron.” You pushed. You knew it wasn’t always the best idea to push him, he could get explosive sometimes, but right now? This felt like something that needed an answer.

  “I can’t buy you anything too expensive.” He answered, making your eyebrows grow together in confusion. 

   “I mean, I can’t buy you a lot of nice things. I don’t have a lot of extra money and I just…” He stopped himself before taking his hand away from yours and folding them in his lap. “Can you forgive me?” He asked, which made you worried.

  “For what may I ask?” 

  “For not being able to buy you fancy clothes, or fancy anniversary gifts.” You felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest at these words.

  “Ron-”

  “You’ve been with me through everything, you’ve loved me through everything. All you’ve done for me is just…I can’t express in words how much it means to me. How can you love me even though I can’t promise the world to you like other boyfriends.” 

  You stared at Ron for a moment, surprised by his sudden outburst of insecurity before you placed a hand on his cheek and looked at him with those love-struck eyes he just loved so much. 

  “I can love you because love doesn’t show itself to people in the forms of materialistic things. You show me so much love through the little things, and for me, that’s enough.” Ron sighed and dramatically threw himself backward onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling in a way to avoid eye contact with you, but also as a way to possibly find answers. 

  Ron felt stupid, he knew that you loved him but in another way, he didn’t exactly know. He felt conflicted and you could see that in the way his eyes aimlessly stared at the ceiling, expecting an answer to his many questions. You sighed and laid down next to him, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulder and cuddling into his side. 

   “I love you, even if you can’t get me fancy things Ron.”  

   “I love you too darling, but I’m still going to try to get you something fancy.” You laughed at his antics and looked up at him, you caught his eyes looking down at you and you smiled again before leaning up and kissing him softly as a way to show what you meant. Ron smiled into the kiss and rolled over so he was on top of you, he held your face in his hands as he broke away from the kiss, letting his eyes stay lingering on yours before lowering himself down and laying on your chest. 

  You knew you couldn’t explain to Ron how much you loved him, but you knew that through small gestures such as this one, comforting him when he needed it, it might just be enough.

#Ron Weasley #ronald weasley #ron weasly imagine #ronald weasley imagin #ron x reader #ron x y/n #Harry Potter #harry potter drabble #ron weasley fluff #ron x reader fluff #harry potter x reader #harry potter x reader fluff #ron x yn

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Tessa Walker Headcanons

Since apparently my baby girl is becoming so popular!

Her middle name is Meridian and she has a love/hate relationship with it because for a while it was the closest thing she had to Nya

Full name is Elizabeth Meridian Walker

Jay tried calling her Eliza when she was little and she hated it but then Cole started calling her Tessa and she loved it

She is the most chill of the four sisters

Is the mom sibling just like how Noah is the dad sibling

Always carries around a first aid kit because you never know whose going to have an accident or if someone is going to get hurt from haywire power usage

Much quieter when she's around other people but very loud when it's just her and Noah

Cannot and will not ask for help under any circumstances, which is something that they all used to admire until they learned it was a trauma response

In Noah and Tessa's timeline, Jay was not a reliable parent. He fell apart completely after Nya died and he never really recovered. He turned to a lot of different coping mechanisms that weren't healthy for him or the kids and all three of them suffered for it. Hence why Cole and the others had to step in to help raise them

Tessa feels responsible for her sisters and she wants them to know that there is someone in their lives other than Jay who cares and who wants them

Kaida fucking ADORES Tessa when she finally starts warming up to everyone. They like to do puzzles together during the evenings

Plays mediator between Jenna and Kaida because she knows that once they work through their shit they're actually going to be really good friends and because Tessa is a good big sister

The Reliable One TM. The one person in the family that Nya can trust with a grocery list

Nya and her actually took the longest to form a relationship (even Kaida liked Nya before she did. Kaida!) because Tessa never had a chance to develop any sort of relationship with Nya, and all she knew was stuff that Jay or the others told her. Eventually they figured it out but Tessa is still standoffish (not on purpose it's just in her nature)

Also Jay was hard for her and Noah both to get along with too. Noah warmed up to Nya almost instantly but the Jay in their timeline did a ton of damage that Tess and Noah had to overcome first (luckily Jay has experience in dealing with traumatized children)

Loves hanging out with her dad but she almost always gives up her time with him to Jenna or Kaida because she doesn't think hers is important

Her aviator jacket was a gift from Cole and Kaida loves to steal it

Is the sibling to be around when you're upset. Tessa doesn't push, just lays down on the couch or the bed or whatever it is and lets them cry it out on her shirt while giving hugs and kisses and whatever else they need

Jenna comes to her the most even after Jenna's had her growth spurt and they still lay down on Tessa's bed even though Jenna is half hanging off

Tessa is oftentimes the only one Quinn will listen to and it's mostly because Tessa has a hard enough time as is and she doesn't want to make it harder

She has bad days with her anxiety. The others took a long time to realize it because of how well Tessa hides but they know now

I can write more and I probably will but this is already very long :D

#ninjago #ninjago oc #tessa walker #dad jay au #ninjago headcanons #finn's writing