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anotherblblog · 2 years
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Gameboys Rewatch Episode 1
Pass or Play?
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So now with one week before season 2 premiers, I start my Gameboys rewatch for my blog(s).
Gameboys is the series that started or restarted a lot for me. I (re)discovered BLs from Gameboys and it has basically changed the arc of the last year of my life, including a recent trip to Manila.
I’m also very glad that Gameboys as a series, is legitimately good in my opinion. The acting is phenomenal, the story is very timely, and this series does a lot with relatively little being filmed in the actor’s homes.
Gameboys just makes me happy. Also emotional. Very emotional.
 Anyway, preamble ambled. Let’s start episode 1 (I’ll be watching/recapping the Netflix Level Up Edition) (but I do love the pancit canton vibes of the original youtube series)
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Lol, so I just pressed play and apparently the last time I watched Gameboys on Netflix I got 18 minutes into episode 1, so lemme rewind and start properly
Ok
Cai – so I don’t want to be misunderstood here, I genuinely love Cai as a character. He’s fascinating and complex and Elijah makes him so lovable. I also think Cai is a terror and like just the worst and I have called him the antichrist before only partially in jest. He’s so funny with how wrong he is and how unreasonably mean he is. The dude is wound VERY tight. Tsunderes wish they could get to Cai’s level.
Also, Cai with his 380 viewers lol as someone who mods for irl pro-gamers, it’s funny seeing Cai described as a pro gamer with those numbers… don’t worry Cai, I too am a small local internet person
And that jacket.. remember it 😉
And here’s Gav
Gav is my favorite BL character. He’s likable, confident, and I would hang out with him over anybody else. Dude is just good vibes. And he’s hot. Like Cai/Elijah is cute but Gav/Kokoy checks more of my personal favorite attractive trait boxes. Not as many as Tul though but that’s a separate list lmao
Anywayyy here comes Gav
What I like how Gav as a romantic lead is very similar to Pat from Bad Buddy in that he is very earnest and direct about his affection. Gav was that way from the beginning, where Pat needed a few episodes to get there. And fucking fuck, I hate seeing people’s takes about how they were sure Gav would be a fuckboy or a player or anything of the sort. Gav is so fucking honest and his heart is right on his sometimes worn sleeves
The confidence to send like 2 DMs and immediately go for a facetime/zoom call. Good on you Gav.
Gav does 100% come on very strong but listening to his laugh here and then later in the series, mama, it’s a façade!
Cai is very taken aback and overwhelmed and honestly, I don’t blame Cai here. Gav is a bolt of lightning right now.
They’re so funny. Trying to figure each other out, moreso Cai. Cai is trying to figure out if Gav is for real and Gav is trying to get married.
Also how presumptuous to tell someone, their parents misspelled their name lmao
And here’s the sweeping Pass or Play instrumental
And then the first Pass or Play?
Who asks to court someone like that
Ugh, I can’t look at them. They’re too fucking much
And then that bitch Cai just ignores him for three days hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha he’s fucking awful
“play a game with me, not my feelings” the fucking subtweet hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Cai is ridiculous
“find someone else to prank” ok here is where I have a lot of empathy and space for Cai like he has been publicly streaming for at least 5/6 months so it’s possible he’s encountered or at least cognizant of people trying to prank or mess with him for whatever deficiencies lead to online trolls and with what we later learn about Cai and his outing, I’m sure a guy trying to pick him up could be some of his worst fears manifesting right now
Cai works very hard to get ahead of his emotions and reactions
“there’s no way you’ll win” – I like this confident, flirty, gaming Cai – this is the Cai who put on those skinny jeans and the Cai from the chemistry test
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And yeah Cai threw this game, like 1000000%
Cai: “cut the cameras, deadass”
Gav – “choke me daddy” so what are we gonna see in season 2
Also Gav: “you seem sad all the time, I’m into it”
Their lil pizza date is cute, I like Cai’s slicked back hair
Gav is throwing everything and the kitchen sink at Cai. Gav has an excel spreadsheet of flirting efforts he’s made and how Cai responded Gav is so fucking cute and hot yeah Cai, I don’t blame you for this… the sweat, the muscles, the pits, I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT CAI….. >:3 lick them lips bitch! Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Yupppp here comes the covid/family plot, just to remind us things are not going to be easy
Ok, so I personally think Cai very much overreacts to Pearl’s presence but I’ve watched this with some irl’s and it’s fairly evenly split between the two camps so it’s an impasse
And that’s episode 1
Episode 1 Final Thoughts:
Gav is working his way through several “how to pick up/flirt” books as he tries various approaches seeing what Cai’s responds well to Cai has a strong defense but he’s not impervious nor immune to Gav’s charms, he’s just very intentionally not taking the bait
I love these two
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bleungrh · 2 years
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Gojo, love and relationships
This post is very lackluster but I have so so so many thoughts about this.
Gojo doesn't fall in love very often. Almost never, I'd say. After Geto defected I think he was too scared to fall in love.
AT MOST, he would sleep around, but only in the beginning. Afterwards he would just slowly stop because he just doesn't have any time to meet with someone. He literally moved back to the dorms because he doesn't have time. It's canon that he sightsees on missions because otherwise he can't. So with all this in mind it makes sense how eventually he wouldn't even hook up anymore.
And with this in mind Gojo will NOT cheat, like EVER. A lot of people might fight me on this, but I feel like way too many people are misinterpreting what Gege said and just take it at face value (when we also know Gege's a troll)
Gojo cannot and will not commit to a relationship - it makes sense. He's a jujutsu sorcerer, and not just any sorcerer - he's the strongest one. Majority of jujutsu sorcerers aren't married, Nanami only wants to get married when he steps down from being one. So of course Gojo would have a similar mindset, of course he probably wouldn't want to pursue anything serious.
When it comes to things like this, I personally like to think that Gojo is blunt and honest. He's not going to lie to his partner. I feel like he'd be super transparent about what he wants out of these flings or relationships. And he doesn't see the appeal of cheating, having to deal with all of the consequences. Why lie about it when he cam just tell the person directly if he's lost interest.
Now, when he falls in love - that's an entirely different story. I've mentioned it here, but Gojo would definitely try to deny he's feeling anything, because he knows that it's risky - it's a sign of vulnerability and he can't be vulnerable.
But even if he tries his best, he cannot control his feelings. As I also mentioned before, he won't be obvious with his feelings. He'd never physically say anything about, which ties in to his love language being physical touch and gift giving.
And while he won't be obvious about it, he's always going to look out for you. His teasing would have a tinge of softness. He would definitely be more protective of you. You would always be on his mind. He sees something that reminds him of you? He'll get it and give it to you.
He would also be stern and disappointed even when you get injured by a curse, because he cares so much about you.
Sometimes, his voice would be a tad bit softer when talking to you, there would be a hidden glint in his eyes whenever he sees you. He'd get slightly touchier, those teasing touches certainly have more meaning now - from patting your head to flicking your forehead to just giving you a bear hug.
And sometimes, when you aren't looking, he'd stare at you, deep in thought, appreciating your beauty, only to make a silly joke when you turn around.
He would listen to everything you say, no matter how much you ramble. He would be so observant - he'd notice everything and anything. And while he listens to everything, he would also remember everything. So you can imagine the shock on your face when he brings up something you mentioned in the midst of your rambles.
It would honestly take him forever to confess, I've mentioned that before, because once he does, there's no turning back. He would think of a million ways to confess, but in the end, a simple kiss from the rising tension solves it all - no words uttered. Just a simple kiss - a compact bullet filled with all the love that has been filling his heart up.
When you two do end up together, it's like Gojo loosens up a little. Like he's finally allowed to show his feelings. He definitely gets even more touchy. Quick kisses to your forehead, cheeks, lips when nobody is looking(or when they are looking, hehe), a gentle squeeze to your hand when there's a crowd. A protective arm around you not only to shield you from the danger of curses, but from people as well.
And when you're in the comforts of your own home? This man would be glued to you. He always has to touch you in one way or another - gentle caresses, hand holding, hugs. He'd act silly and stupid just to make you laugh.
He would honestly be so soft with you. Of course he'd still tease you, but now there's a lot more kisses to compensate for it.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when you're peacefully sleeping next to him, he would stare at you, hold you, take all of you in. And maybe, he'd allow himself to be vulnerable for just a single second, to realize that in your eyes, he's just Satoru.
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chim-aera · 2 years
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my everything
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pairing: kili durin × (gender - nuetral) reader
genre: fluff / comfort / a little angst
warnings?: minor swears? kili being soft 🤍
translations: sanazyun-perfect love / gehyith-little dove / amralime-my love/
summary: When a few unkind words spoken from a stranger spark y/n's doubt in their own worth it's up to kili to make things right again.
author's note: (aa hi loves! this is pretty much my first fanfic to publish, so please excuse the awkwardness!!)
Darkness was falling over Middle Earth, and you and a few members of the company were shambling your way through the murky evening towards a dimly lit shack quite a bit out of reach.
The shack as it so happened, was actually a tavern, a very small one at that, but a tavern nonetheless. It had been at least thirty minutes, or what seemed like hours, since Thorin had sent off you, Kili, Fili, and Ori to scout the building, and hopefully bring back some food. Bilbo, who had also insisted on tagging along in "the hopes of being reminded of a casual life," as he so called it. Was muttering a bit, out of breath, you weren't feeling so exceptional either.
"I really am starting to miss the ponies," you announce, referring to the fact that they had been left in the care of the others to rest up for the journey that would continue in the morning.
You adjusted the mantle draped over your shoulders, it seemed to grow heavier every step you took, and your muscles were already furious at you from the neverending mishaps of evading trolls, climbing mountains, and slaying goblins.
"I do think we're already there at least," Ori offered hopefully, five sets of eyeballs glance ahead and breathe a collective sigh of relief, you'd all made it to the pub.
"You know if I was a bit less dignified I'd race you lot inside,"
You give the dark haired dwarf a pointed look, and cross your arms.
"And what gives you the idea you are dignified?" Jested his brother, you snort a small laugh and Kili feigns offense, his hand over his chest.
"Well in that case we might as well get a bit of a move on."
"We all need to stay out of trouble, and stay together!" You shout at them as you watch the two siblings bolt off, Ori half-jogging behind them.
"Youths," Bilbo muttered, but there was a good natured lilt in his voice, you nodded and gave him a tired smile. The two of you then civily followed the others up the splintered steps and towards the large oaken door.
You swing it open with a tug, the wood being significantly heavier than you expected, but you manage to, and warm yellow-orange light pour over as you both step inside.
The scents of candle wax, spiced mead, and herbal loaves flood your senses, while genial laughter and raucous yells fill the atmosphere. You easily spot the three young dwarves across the tables and near the back where the barrels of mead which have been brewing for Mahal knows how long stood like rotund sentries.
You begin weaving through the sea of sprawled out ankles and overturned benches to reach them, your hobbit friend seems to catch on rather quickly and follows suit, in a bit more graceful manner.
"Kili Durin I really hope you're finding food for everyone right now," your gloved hands tugging the hood of your Dwarven lover, gaining his attention, and surprise.
"Sanazyun! Hello!" Kili exclaimed, giving you a large, and rather guilty smile. You huff softly,
"We're here to get supplies, nothing else." He nods, taking your hand and giving it a gentle pat.
"I haven't forgotten, Ori is retrieving it as we speak, Fee and I wanted to bring refreshments too, everything will be fine!" He reassured you. You silently wonder if the mere amount of coins you had left from the trolls' cave was enough to suffice for both nourishment and beverages. The young prince must've read your mind for he turned on his heels before giving you a reassuring glance, "I'll go check on Ori first, we'll be back to camp in no time."
"I hope so," you admit, watching as he easily maneuvered through the crowd of wanderers to help a poor Ori who had been left with quite a handful. You lean your back against the bar lipping and sigh, your eyes already squinting to find Bilbo, you couldn't afford to lose anyone, especially in this sort of situation.
"So, what's a group like you lot doin' out in these hills?"
You turn around to face the ashen faced bar-tender, his greasy hair was plastered to his forehead, and he was giving you quite the unnerving half smile.
"Just on the way to visit some family," you replied curtly, reiterating a lie that you had heard Thorin use more often than naught.
"You're part dwarf?" He prodded, sounding disbelieving, sounds more like you're all on a little quest of some sorts."
"And is there a problem if we are?" You were already tired, hungry, and overly anxious you absolutely did not need confrontation. Not on this night, and not in this state. But the man seemed hellbent on causing you to lose your temper. You sent a pleading look to Fili, hoping he'd come to your aid, but you realize he was no longer beside you. He must've went over to help Kee and Ori. Leaving you alone with the oily tavern keeper.
"Well then what'd do ya do? What's your part of the lot?"
You didn't really quite know how to answer that, you hadn't exactly chosen to go on the quest. You had just been a friend of Radagast the Brown, who in turn was a friend to Gandalf the Grey, and from that he had shown up on your door offering adventure and perhaps a little gold. But you had found yourself with much more than that just this far on the journey.
But that led back to the question that was pointedly asked of you. What was your purpose?
Bilbo was the burglar, sure he complained quite a bit, and didn't act as overzealous as the others, but he was remarkably helpful in a tight squeeze and seemed far more promising then what'd everyone first expected.
Thorin was the heir of Durin, and the rightful King under the Mountain, Kee and Fee were his own heirs.
Even Ori was a wizard with a quill, with both words and drawings. He could even use a sword for better than worse.
"Your silence answers for you," chuckled the barkeep, and you're shaken back to the present time. "So are you like a mascot or somethin' then?"
Without controlling your tongue you admit honestly "well no, I'd suppose that'd be Bilbo." And you meant it in the most friendliest of ways.
"Then you're kinda useless than," he shrugged, "you're not even doin' anything now."
You quickly snap your neck around to glare the man square in the eyes, you open your mouth to say something but you couldn't find any words. In a contempt of anger you slam your elbow against the wood of the shelf in front of you, but to your dismay one of the glass bottles on top of it wobbles, then descends to the floor, shattering immediately. You can subconsciously feel every eyeball turn to smolder into your soul, and it didn't help the barkeeper began spewing curses, and accusing you of "started a fight did they!" or "they tried to hit me over the head with a bottle!"
You stand there frozen as a few patrons begin stalking towards you when a sharp yell rings out behind you.
"Y/N! Hey! Over here!" You make a break towards familiar voice and Kili grabs your forearms, you could feel his gaze looking you over for injuries. When he sees you're fine he nudges your shoulder with a smile "ey' what happened to staying out of trouble?" He said lightly, but you couldn't find the courage to meet his eyes.
"Sorry," you almost whispered, he shook his head, his brows furrowed.
"Don't be, let's go grab Bilbo and be rid of this place. He wasn't giving you trouble was he?" He asked referring to the arse of a barkeeper, you wanted to say yes but you decided against making even more of a scene. So you just shake your head in reply.
The two of you are met by Ori and Fili who hold two wooden slabs of bread, cheese, and sausage, Bilbo was holding a very small barrel of some unknowable liquid, and was looking remarkably suspicious of its contents. You heard him murmer something along the lines of "this is not how you're supposed to brew it but heavens knows how long ago it was brewed."
Your mind was still a bit hazy from the embarrassment of earlier, you hated a creep like him had gotten to you, but your doubt still trickled down your spine and clouded your head space. You decided being helpful would clear your mood a bit.
"Ori I can hold that for you, you've got far too much in your arms right now," you said thoughtfully, your friend gave you a thankful smile as you took a tray from his hands. Unfortunately the moment it was in your grasp you realize you had underestimated it's weight and the whole wooden platter crashed to the ground, food and all. A horrified gasp ushered from you and the hobbit, who if you hadn't known really do take meals quite seriously. Your embarrassment was burning your body now, and you looked down at the awful mess you had just made.
"You're kinda useless then,"
The previous words echoed theough your skull, and now your truly believed them. Look what you've done.
"I'm so sorry!" You cried out, your face was hot with dread; you knew every soul in the full little tavern was glaring daggers at you. They might've as well been shooting arrows into you from all sides, you thought.
Panic was already forming a lump in your chest, but before you could do or say anything more, not that you really had the nerve to that is, a gentle hand took your own and led you towards the door.
The moment you stepped out into the night you felt the blistering heat of tears you so desperately wished wouldn't fall.
"You looked like you needed some air Gehyith, and I was right I believe."
"Kee, I'm so sorry." Your words tumble out awkwardly, and you slump to sit on an unearthed stone. You angrily wipe away a few stubborn tears that had trickled down your reddened cheeks, and felt miserable in both body and soul. You partially expected Kili to scold you or say you might as well call off any hopes of ever courting after Erebor was reclaimed. The night was already disastrous, it might as well happen too.
"Are you alright Y/N?"
You continued to avoid his gaze, looking down at your trodden boots, and the frozen grass below them.
"Kili, am I worthless?"
The question had been gnawing at you for eternity. Far before slimy barkeeps, and far before embarrassing accidents of spilling food. It was something you'd always doubt, your own worth. And you silently wondered if that's what everyone saw you as. Feeble, incompetent, something to take pity on.
You watched the dwarf's eyebrows scrunch up in deep thought, confusion strewn across his features. At first he looked shocked, then angry, then a look of sadness washed over him.
"Y/N" he murmured your name softly before you felt the gentle touch of his hands as they cupped your face, his thumbs wiping any of the remaining tears away. He shuffled closer until your noses nearly touched, you could smell the scent of metal shavings and earth, and you could see each other's breath in the frigid night air.
"Amralime, why would ever ask a question like that?" He asked firmly,
You sighed, "because I tend to mess everything up."
"Do you know how many times I mess up? Every day? Or how much Fee does?" You'd almost laugh at the thought of him bringing his brother into the conversation. But you still felt dreadful, so you just gave him a small smile. "Is this because of what happened in there? Did someone say something to you? Was it because the food? Ori and Bilbo will sort everything out as we speak," he assured you, you sighed again and took his hand looking into his eyes.
"But they shouldn't have to, I should fix everything, it's my fault. I just make things harder for you all. What's even my purpose in all this?"
"What's my purpose in all this?"
He avoided your question by asking his own, you frowned at him.
"You're a prince, Kili."
"And?" He prodded,
"You're an archer, and you're Thorin's nephew, you're a good warrior, and"-
He abruptly interrupted you by clicking his tongue and taking your face once again in his hands, his palms slightly squishing your cheeks. You attempt to frown at him but you assume it looks rather ridiculous with how he seems to bite back a smile.
"You are the one who needs cheering up, not me."
"No I don't." You assure him, and with another wave of guilt sitting on your shoulders you added, "I'm just pretty useless."
Now you expected Kili to say something hopeful or at least make a joke from how the conversation was going but nothing on Middle Earth could have quite prepared you for an attack embrace from your Dwarven lover. One moment you're sitting on a rather large stone, as he's kneeling in front of you, and the next he's tackled you to the earth, until you're resting on his chest caged between his arms.
"Kili Durin??" You exclaim, not out of anger nor fright but rather surprise instead. You struggle a bit, shifting against his grip but unfortunately dwarves are remarkably strong, and it didn't help his archery made him even a bit stronger.
"Kili what if they all catch us?" You worried, he simply hummed against your neck.
"That's entirely up to you, my dear Y/N. For I am not letting you go until you stop attacking my favorite person on Middle Earth."
You caught onto who he was referring to rather quickly but you decided do jest just a bit.
"What ever did I do Thorin?"
"Well there was that one time you did put his sword on that tree branch that was just a wee bit taller than him."
"That was your idea!" You now felt laughter bubble in your chest, and the levity of the situation seemed to make you release that long breathe you didn't know you were holding in.
"True, but I was not the one who placed it up there, you are the tallest in the company." He tutted, and you let out a snort of protest.
"I am taller than Thorin by at least an inch or two, it's not like I'm an elf Kili."
It was his turn to chuckle, and you both seemed to rest in a comfortable silence for a bit. You looked up at him, admiring how his features, even in the dim glow of moonlight, were still ethereal. His dark hair was tangled around his face like a halo of shadows, and his eyes glinted with fondness, you couldn't really help but nuzzle into his chest.
"Y/N?" He echoed your name as if it were a prayer to the Valar.
"Hm?" You asked blinking up at him,
"Please don't ever say you're useless again. I hate seeing you hurt, and when you say things that are hurtful to yourself I really don't know what to do." He admitted sounding conflicted. "You're amazing, and who cares if you are a little clumsy here and there everyone is! You're kind, and clever, you're great with braids, you can even ride a full grown horse! Even if you're still basically dwarf sized."
You swat his nose and he laughs merrily.
"But really, I'm going to need you to promise me, and I can help you too. If you're ever feeling down just tell me. You've always helped me when I'm sad so please"-
The loud expression of someone clearing their throat caused both of you snap your necks up and gaze forward, to meet the eyes of an almost frightened looking Ori, a glaring Bilbo (who was the owner of the throat-clearing voice) and a beaming Fili who's expression seemed overly proud.
You and the young prince couldn't really do anything but stare at the company like deer in the middle of a crossfire.
"I swear to the gods this isn't what it looks like." You manage to spit out worriedly,
"I don't even know what this looks like," Ori admitted.
"Ha, my little brother isn't so little anymore! You two really are betrothed, you know if you ever need some pointers I'd gladly give some advice and"- Bilbo shut the dwarf up by squarely elbowing him in the ribs.
"Actually," stated Kili, who pulled you to your feet and stood beside you, smirking a bit at your blushing. "Y/N here said they felt useless, so I had to talk some sense into them." He said simply.
The company looked a mixture of relieved and disappointed (only Fili), and their voices overlapped a bit. Mostly with exclamations and disagreements until Kili had calmed them all down.
"Everything is fine now, right?" He turned to you for approval and you nodded, brushing some dusty snow off your tunic and straightening the creases in your mantle.
The five of you then began back up the sloping, muddy hill towards the forests. Where, if you squinted enough, you could make out the wispy, billowing smoke of the fire Thorin had blazing. Ori holding one tray of food, (for as it turned out Fili had managed to get them all thrown out of the tavern barely fleeing with what the had.) That soothed your nerves a bit too, since it seemed the bad luck was mutual, not just preying on you.
You carried the barrel, with Kili behind you, watching your footing so the slush didn't cause you to slip and hurt yourself. You gave him a fond smile and he'd scrunch his nose at you whenever you turned around to look him. Everything seemed normal again, or as normal as a journey to a mystic mountain could be at least.
"You know sometimes, I believe people put a bit too much weight on talents and exceptional things." Said Bilbo a bit a matter of factly. He was toying with his pipe as he walked beside you, looking rather pensive. "But I think it's the everyday things that prove someone's worth. How you enjoy things that delight you, how you treat your friends, etcetera. I've never been fond of the whole being perfect business, mind you."
"Thank you Master Burglar." The Hobbit smiled a small, awkward smile and nodded his head. He then hurredly pattered off as you reached the woods,
"He's off to see someone isn't he." You mused out loud.
"Indeed he is, and I do believe it isn't his pony." Kili added, you both chuckle to yourselves, and you slip your hand into his large one.
"Hey Y/N, I've got to ask? What really happened in the tavern? Something bothered you, I know you pretty well, you have to admit." He egged on, and you knew how stubborn the dwarf prince could be, so you figured you might as well be out with it.
"Well actually that barkeep sort of started everything." You admitted, barely noticing Bombur who relieved you of your barrel duty, and Ori's of his.
You did however notice Kili's face tense up, so much you thought for a moment he actually resembled the Thorin Oakenshield himself.
"He did what?"
"Well, I mean yeah, he was all nosy with the questions about us. And then he brought up how I was kind of useless." You shrugged, realizing how silly it all sounded, and feeling better by the minute. That was until you saw the face of your dwarf, who looked about ready to kill a man.
Suddenly he turned on his heel and began rushing down the rock slope.
"Kili just where are you going??"
"To kick someone's arse!" He called back to you rather promptly.
"What in Mahal's name is that boy doing? Kili!" Thorin roared looking properly over everything at this point. Fili stood beside you watching his brother make a mad dash back where they had just departed from. You stare at the blonde, knowing full well what he was about to do, he grinned, and then he followed suit, running off into the dark.
The night ended with Thorin dragging his nephews by the backs of their tunics back to camp, and now you all huddled around the fire. Mostly everyone was nodding off to sleep, having listened to remarkable stories, and having eaten a proper amount of food. While you and Kili lay on your backs staring out into the sky.
"I'd like to answer your question from before you know. On what you mean, at least to me."
You turned over to face him, "and what is that? What am I to you oh Prince of Durin," you asked softly. He smiled but looked uncharacteristically solemn.
"You're my everything."
With the lightness of starlight weaving through your chest you filled in the remaining space between the two of you. And you fell asleep resting between each other's heartbeats.
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COSMIC - S1:E3; Chapter Three, Holly, Jolly - [Pt. 2]
A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳.
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WARNINGS: Mentions of [lots of] blood, use of the 'f' word literally ONCE, uhh, I think that's it?
|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||
El sits on the floor of Mike's basement, back to the couch. Candy wrappers and crumbs were scattered around a finished puzzle of a beautiful green forest. The strange plastic ship, floating in the air in front of her. It suddenly drops to the ground as her attention is brought to the Supercomm on the couch. She picks up the device and clicks it on, bored with the static that comes from the other end, she soon abandons the device and stands up.
She walks up the steps, eager to explore the house more. When she reaches the top of the steps, she cautiously peeks around the corner. When she decides no one is home and the coast is clear, she continues to explore the house.
With the house to herself, she had more time to linger, and appreciate and explore. It was fascinating to her, and yet it made her sad. Could she have had a life like this? She didn't know what to think when she admired every object, every picture on the wall. There was one in particular that caught her eye.
It was a small photograph, but you could tell it was important. It was another picture of Mike and his friends. Only, they were younger. They were playing and splashing around in the water, a lake it looked like, surrounded by beautiful green trees. Each of them had an arm wrapped around each other forming a line, and their pants were rolled up to their knees.
The young boy on the very left had messy black hair, who El immediately recognized as Mike. He was smiling brightly at her from the picture. A young Lucas to his right, who wore a rather proud grin. Dustin was looking at the two, more specifically Lucas; he had been laughing when the photo was taken.
Will, she believed his name was, had one scrawny arm draped loosely around Dustin, however, he had his full attention on a very cheery looking Y/n who stood proudly showing off a very small frog to the camera. He had daisies on his head, tangled in his hair, and a gleaming smile showed off a missing tooth. He was holding the frog so delicately.
But it wasn't Y/n, or even Mike that caught her eye. It was the way Will was looking at Y/n. His eyes held a certain fondness and appreciation, his smile warm and genuine. El tilted her head ever so slightly, thinking. Something deep inside her was gnawing at her, a feeling that was foreign to her. Shaking her head, she moved on to the rest of the living room.
She went back to the funny chair Mike had shown her and took a seat. She reached over and pulled on the lever, sending her back and forth as it kicked her feet out. She looked around curiously as the chair rocked her back and forth.
El noticed the weird device on the table beside her and picked it up. It was a strange curved thing attached by a curly wire. It had many buttons, every one of them had a number on them. It let out a strange noise, barely audible from the top. She brought it up to her ear to listen to the endless monotone hum. Not knowing what else to do she mimicked the tone, just for fun before putting it back.
She stood up from the chair and sat herself down on her knees in front of the TV. Curious, she ran her fingers down the side until she felt the button and pressed it. A brief crackle of static rang out and as soon as it came on it was replaced with the voice of an older man, the screen lit up in front of her.
"...was occupying a large part of Lebanon. Today, Syria has become a home for-"
Click.
El pressed another button.
The moving picture on the screen changed, where many bright flashes of color dance across the screen. A fake man with yellow hair held a sword as he exclaimed.
"I have the power!"
Click.
"...gift that will last forever. From the Harmony Treasures' collection-"
Click.
A beautiful melody came from the TV set and El's eyes widened in surprise.
Click.
"On the beach and in the sun"
El froze. She recognized the rolling tin can that appeared on the TV. Her breathing began to quicken as she fought the memories back.
- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -
The all too familiar humming and beeping of the machines echoed off of the cold, isolating walls. Eleven sat at the same table, with the same camera facing the same window with the same adults who watch her and study her. Nothing was new, and she feared nothing ever would be. All she wants is to go this over with. Wanting to get the damn wires off of her head.
Yet, she sat still, compliant, unmoving. Never taking her eyes off of Papa as she watched him hand the clipboard to one of the men and give her a nod of his head. She turned her head and attention to the small Coke drink. Her eyes bore into the empty can and she concentrated.
Her head shook ever so slightly as she focused, straining. It was difficult, but she was able to do it. The can caved into itself with a loud 'crack' and it wasn't until the monitors stopped did she realize how loud they had been. She looked back to Papa, looking for his approval.
He stood unmoving, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. She felt her nose run damp, a warm liquid oozed from her nose. She blinked, confused and slowly brought her hand up to her upper lip, realizing she was bleeding. She looked to Papa, expectantly. He only smiled a cold empty grin.
- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -
"Coke is it! Coke is it!"
El quickly pushed the first button, shutting the TV off. Breathing heavily, she stood up and made her way to the basement.
|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||
My back was beginning to hurt from hunching over for so long, but nevertheless, I continued looking. Lucas needs ammo for his wrist rocket, so naturally, the four of us were currently scouring the schoolyard for rocks.
"How about this one?" Mike asks, walking up to Dustin.
Dustin examines the rock Mike handed to him.
"Too big for the sling." He shrugs, tossing the rock to the grass. "So, do you think Eleven was born with her powers, like the X-Men, or do you think she acquired them, like... like Green Lantern?"
"She's not a superhero. She's a weirdo." Lucas says as he searches for that.
"You don't know that," I mumble, Lucas, however, doesn't hear me.
"Why does that matter? The X-Men are weirdos." Mike adds.
Lucas turns to Mike, agitated. "If you love her so much, why don't you marry her?"
I roll my eyes, and straighten up, stretching out my back.
"What are you talking about?" Mike sighs.
"Mike, seriously?"
"What?"
"You look at her all, like... 'Hi, El! El! El! El! I love you so much!'" Lucas teases, grabbing Mike in for a hug before getting down on one knee. "'Would you marry me?' I'm telling you, man, you're just as bad as Will!" He stood back up when he said the last-
'Wait...What?'
"What?" I asked, completely thrown off.
The boys freeze, Lucas especially. Lucas excluded, the boys all look at me with awkward smiles on their faces. Dustin chuckles and gives a still frozen Lucas a few pats on the arm.
"Good job, man. Real smooth."
"Guys, what is going on?" I asked exasperated, crossing my arms.
"Shit," Lucas whispers, closing his eyes.
"Lucas..."
Mike wears a triumphant grin on his face and looks expectantly at Lucas.
"Yeah, Lucas. Tell him."
Lucas sighs, and stiffly turns around, his change of attitude dramatic. He looks around once or twice before growing stern with me.
"You, and Will?" He suggests.
"What about us? What does that have to do with- Oh come on... You can't be serious. He does not like me."
"Literally everyone knows he is totally in love with you." He scoffs.
I scoff in return. "Love? Don't you think you're being a little dramatic? Not to mention, ridiculous?"
"Am I wrong?" He turns to the boys, who hesitantly shrug.
He turns back to me, a look screaming 'There you have it.'
"That doesn't prove anything! We're best friends! So what if we're close?"
He laughs. "Yeah, just as close as Nancy and Steve! And you're no better. You just haven't realized it yet."
"W-What? W-what ar- No!" My words are caught in my throat and I felt my cheeks begin to burn.
'No, I don't!'
It takes moments for me to recover. "Okay, let's say you're right. Let's say he does love me. How can you know for sure, huh? It's not like he told you!"
"Uhh, yeah! Might as well have. He didn't deny it!"
My heart stops, and I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach.
'Will? And me?'
"Look what we have here!"
'Oh, God. Not now.'
I roll my eyes and before I can stop myself I speak. "What do you want, Troll?"
My eyes widen at my sudden boldness but I remain confident. I stare down the two boys who have been bullying us for as long as we've attended this school.
"You better watch your mouth, freak-"
"Back off!" Dustin yells, cutting him off.
Troy looks over to Dustin, looking prepared to throw more insults at my brother but something changes his mind and he cools off. A smug smile tugs at his lips.
"Or what?" Troy spits.
Dustin falls silent, and Troy continues.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. What are you losers doing back here anyway?"
"Probably looking for their missing friend." Troy's goon laughs.
Anger begins to take over and my blood starts to boil.
"That's not funny. It's serious. He's in danger." Dustin immediately cuts in.
"I hate to break it to you, Toothless, but he's not in danger. He's dead. That's what my dad says."
'Where's that damn rock?'
"He said he was probably killed by some other queer."
I feel a lurch in my chest, and I can practically feel my vision going red.
"Come on. Just ignore them." Mike soothes, not only to me but to Dustin and Lucas as well.
He's right. I need to get out of here. I storm off, ready to shove him in the shoulder as I pass but suddenly I feel something catch my foot and I fall to the ground. A sudden wave of searing pain explodes on my chin when I hit the ground.
Dazed and confused, I push myself up enough to see a large, rather bloody rock just inches from my face.
I groan, rolling over on my back, I hear laughing and frantic footsteps.
"Y/n!" Dustin and Mike run over to me, Lucas storms up to Troy.
Dustin and Mike each grab an arm and help me sit up. I hesitantly bring a hand up to my chin and I hiss in pain. I look at my fingers and they are absolutely covered in blood.
'Holy crap.'
I groan and look to Lucas worried. He stands firm and tall, right up in Troy's face.
"Leave us. The fuck. Alone." He says through clenched teeth.
My eyes triple in size, surprised by Lucas's actions.
Troy and his friend laugh and walk away. Repeating Lucas in a mocking voice.
"You okay Y/n?" He reaches out his hand.
I gladly take it. However, I get a little lightheaded as I stand. "Shit, that's a lot of blood."
I look down and I see splots of blood already sprinkling my shirt.
'Great. This will be easy to explain to mom.'
"You still have that first aid kit?"
I close my eyes, sighing.
"Crap. No. I left it at Mike's." I sigh.
"We better get you to the nurse's office then."
"No, I-I'm fine." I sigh, wincing at the pain.
"Are you sure? You're bleeding, like a lot." Mike says.
"Yeah, I'm good. As long as I stop the bleeding, I'll be fine.. My body has always been able to heal quicker than most, anyways."
"He's right. I've seen it."
I offer a small smile. "Well, I at least better go get a tissue or something. I'll be right back." I say.
The boys nod, and I head off to the bathroom. My mind wanders back to what Lucas was telling me earlier, and the weird feeling in my stomach returns...
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morsartis · 3 years
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It was no secret that trolls reacted differently to things concerning romance, as someone who was somewhat well versed in quadrants by now you could say that there really was some method to the madness. Truth be told it was all extremely straightforward- unless you were a clown. Gods above and below did that throw a wrench in things. From symbolism and ritual all the way down to the odd taboo clowns just loved to make things interesting- and often contradictory- despite being in a relationship with Marvus for as long as you had been those damn clowns still confounded you. 
Still, you’d learned to pick up on certain tells. Little mannerisms your matesprite couldn’t help himself from doing each and every time. Sipping at your drink as the troll next to you continued to ramble on- about what you had long lost track of- it was very clear they were getting on Marvus’ nerves. Really, he wasn’t subtle. Not anymore. The twitch of his ears every time your companion laughed at something they’d said, the flex of his hands around his cane when they leaned into your personal space. Honestly it was starting to get a little funny. They weren’t even hitting for your red quadrant- just making over the top and cartoonishly exaggerated small talk- but clearly Marvus had different feelings on the matter. Some time between them plopping down in your booth and throwing an arm around your shoulders Marvus had started inching his way closer and closer. He made a good show of it, of rambling and ‘wandering’ around the club. To the untrained eye he’d only ‘accidentally’ find himself back at your table.  “Ohmygoddd is that Marvvvy Xoloto? I legit can’t! Are you two here together?” The teal was now half sprawled across you to gawk openly like a stereotypical drunk sorority girl. One hand wrapped around a solo cup and the other still clinging to your shoulders. It was clearly getting to Marvus as you saw his brow twitch and his grin become a little more forced. Taking the solo cup from their glitter smeared claws you set it on the table and carefully guided them back into a sitting position. Your newly appointed bestie still refused to remove their arm from around your shoulders and while that didn’t bother you it was clearly bothering your matesprite more and more.  “Like Baaabeee, you should totally ask him to hang out with us!”
You couldn’t even attempt to stop the barking laughter that statement caused. The straw that broke the metaphorical camel’s back as Marvus all but appeared at your side to sneer a wide grin down at your companion- you should really remember their name because they seemed like a blast- and placed a single hand down on the table to lean over the two of you. Abruptly your companion stopped giggling along with you in favor of staring gobsmacked up at him.  “Omg babes did I like black out or did he teleport cause dayum!”  Marvus’ near livid red eyes softened a shade towards orange in confusion.  “Exactly how drunk are you right now?” You asked them in amusement.  “Ooooo what’s that earth show saying thang??? Oh! Oh! Oh! I found a liquor store and I drank it! Yeah! That’s the one.” “Let’s call you a cab then.”
“Awww but I wanna party!” Their arms wrapped around you in a vice as they pouted down at you. The shiny metallic sequins of their crop top were digging into your skin and you had a suspicion that there would be glitter in your hair for days to come. A low growl emanated from above you and to both your horror and amusement the teal blew a raspberry at him. 
“Ay tealz, wat tha fck you think you doin?”
“I am having a great time with my new bestie! Now buzz off grumpy pants!” They pointed a finger right in Marvus’ face causing him to go cross eyed and threw their legs over you to practically sit in your lap. Oh, you needed their name and number because they were now your favorite person. Giggling hysterically you patted their knee. Marvus was starting to look somewhere between murderous and exasperated. 
“That’s my matesprite yo’ dumbass is feelin’ up tealz.”
“Omggg you two are together together?? That’s adorable!” And yet they didn’t budge an inch. 
“Marvus could you help me get them into a cab?” You asked earning another whine from them. 
“But the party isn’t even over yet!” 
“Ye, but it be lookin like you dun had enough.” Marvus ground out. 
It took you wrapping an arm around their waist and half dragging half herding them towards the exit before they stopped whining. Marvus had been more than happy to clear the way and get them a cab which is when the night went from interesting to insane. Marvus had been trying to subtly goad the teal off of you as you waited for a cab but they had simply wrapped themselves more firmly around you. As the time for the cab dragged on Marvus continued to grow more agitated until finally, finally, the cab pulled up. 
“We should go to another party.” Ellari- you’d finally gotten a name- slurs cheerfully attempting to drag you with them to the cab. Marvus takes a step towards the both of you.  “I think it’s closing time for you.” You reply. Ellari pouts exaggeratedly and pulls you into a hug.  “Well you better call meee! I need a party buddy!”  “Of course, of course-,” You yelp suddenly when they pull back and with a wicked grin move faster than any drunk has any right to move.  “See ya next time babe!” They shout diving into the cab as quickly as their stilettoes would allow. 
“You sneaky mother-,” Marvus snarls suddenly lunging for the cab as it speeds off. He spends a moment swearing at the rapidly speeding cab as it escapes and you place a hand on your rear still stinging with the slap. As the situation finally catches up with you a laugh begins to bubble up. Marvus whirls around to look at you completely bewildered as you start to cackle until tears streak down from the corners of your eyes. 
“Wats so damn funny babes?” He asks warily eyes narrowing slightly. You shake your head still laughing too hard to speak as he approaches you. Its not until he bends down to be level with you that the laughter begins to die off. There’s a look in his eyes that’s familiar and sends your stomach in nervous knots. A plotting look of suspicion that turns his eyes dark. 
“Were you tryna make a clown jealous baby?” 
Oh shit. 
A shark like grin spreads across his face and before you can explain he has you up in his arms. 
Officially screwed is putting it lightly. 
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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years
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What will daddy Henry do if his little is sad because someone took something valuable from her?
So i wanst sure what to base this on entirely, so I'm going to go with something I went through over the last few weeks. I had a little bit of anon hate, which I deleted but the words stuck with me making me second guess everything i was working on and the confidence i had in my writing was taken away. so this is like a shameful self indulgent fantasy that im going to read to myself when ever im down.
Warnings: Pretty Personal For Me, Angsty, Fluffy, Self Doubt, Happy Ending, DDLG, Long!!
Tagging: @viking-raider @isitmine @tinabean37 @loserrlauraa  @msblkfire84 @henrythickcavill @plainbrunettelbl @dummiesshort @cynic-spirit @pandaxnienke  @two-unbeatable-beaters @libbymouse @wolfieash @eldarwen333 @princesssterek @mom2000aggie @blackestpinkworld 
(not sure who to tag in headcannons? these are the ones on my everything taglist)
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Henry watched quietly with a frown as you sat down in the living room, eyes cast down at the tablet in front of you shoulders slumped.
"poppet what's wrong love?"
"n-nothing da-addy" you said with a small stutter
Henry shifted on his feet looking at you critically before coming over to you.
"nothing? So your sitting here almost in tears over nothing" he stated sceptically rounding the sofa sitting next to you.
"I'm not cryin" you sniffled trying to bite your lower lip to stop it from wobbling.
"not yet, but close enough poppet, hand it over" he said holding out his hand waiting for the tablet.
You whined not wanting to hand it to him at first but after a mini battle of wills you placed the colourful tablet in his hand.
Your head was cast down and you rubbed your eyes trying to catch the tears before they were noticeable.
"okay then, so this is your new story?" he asked scrolling through the page not reading it all but scanning the words, it was well written like always.
At the beginning of the pandemic he suggested you started a blog, and you had. A writing blog all full of fanfictions of... Him.
He didn't mind he actually love you doing something constructive, it kept you happy and busy which helped him because there wasn't many free days even in lockdown. He was working out, reading scripts or rearranging covid tests and travel.
Plus knew these smut blogs existed, even lurked on a few.
"y-yeah" you mumbled leaning on him hugging his arm scanning the page as he scrolled, you knew he wasn't reading everything maybe every few lines
"sooo what's the problem?" he said not finding an issue with the writing.
"i... I cant post it" you muttered looking down avoiding his gaze
"why?" he asked frowning not liking the defeated tone you had.
"j-just because..."
"ah I see, you have lost your confidence" he said quickly figuring out the problem, the downside to writing was everything was personal preference so tiny comments could knock your confidence.
In a way it was like his work, you put your heart and soul into it and then people don't like it? It was always a bummer. But he was used to it, you were not.
You nodded to him it was true you'd lost your confidence, you hadn't wrote for a while.
You couldn't seem to find the words to fit together anymore.
You felt silly, they were just a few mean comments, words from a nasty troll who didn't have anything better to do but it hurt, you poured your heart into every chapter and then for people to rip it to shreds? It stung.
"y-yes I... They didn't like it" you hummed fiddling with your fingers, drawing deep breaths trying not to cry
"and so what?" he said shrugging making you snap your gaze to him.
"wha?"
"it doesn't matter love, so a few people didn't like it, lots of people do, I love your stories"
"you have to your my daddy"
Henry huffed and shook his head at you ruffling your hair pressing a kiss to your head amused that you thought that's the only reason he liked your writing.
"don't stop writing just because of a few mean people nugget, it takes a lot of skill to write and a lot of bravery to share it. Your a brave talented little baby and I'm very proud of you"
He said cooing as that seemed to be the final push sending you over the edge making you burst out into tears.
He hugged you moving the tablet out of the way before pulling you to his lap, unbuttoning his shirt half way and squished you into his bare chest knowing you needed to feel him, not a shirt.
"shh its okay babygirl, your stories are wonderful, and you have fun writing them don't you baby?"
You nodded crying harder trying to get the words out but you just couldn't instead whining incoherently into him.
"and you enjoy making the little banners? And collect all your photos and gifs?"
"y-yeah but they di-dn't like it last time!"
"they don't have to like everything you do sweety"
"but I don't wana upset them!"
"did you do the warnings?" he asked knowing all about the do's and don'ts of posting your erotica.
You nodded whining you always did warnings on stuff to be safe.
"and make the little cut thingy you were telling me about?" again you nodded at him
"so your telling me they read the warnings, clicked to see it and then were mean?" you sniffled biting your lip trying to calm down but nodded to him humming quietly.
"well then it sounds to me like they were going out of their way, looking for someone to pick on" he said slowly rocking you slightly.
You fell quiet resting your head on his chest as he rubbed your back and patted your bottom soothing you.
"but what if they wasn't? What if my stories are bad- and encourage bad stuff!" you cried tucking yourself into him tighter.
"no-no you repeat after me, fiction is fiction" he said pulling you back wiping your tears waiting for you to say it out loud.
"fic-tion is f-fiction" you repeated
"I did everything I could to warn people"
"I-I did everyth-ing I could to w-warn people" he smiled at you as you drew a huge breath calming yourself down.
"and they are jealous because I'm an adorable, smart, funny kind and caring babygirl who has the cutest little peach butt in the world~" he said smirking at you from above holding you tightly to him pressing a kiss to your head.
"and they- daddy! Noo! I can't say that~" you gasped flushing as you realised what he had said
"oh yes you can because its the truth now come here let daddy bite that peach~" he growled playfully snapping his jaws at you.
"ah-no!" you screeched giggleing as he began tickling you all over wrestling you playfully trying to lean over and bite your but through your shorts.
He landed two solid bite's on your bottom before pulling back. Even though he had cheered you up he could see you were still doubting yourself.
Henry cast a glance to the tablet and smirked forming a plan that might just get you back on track. He was not going to let anyone steal your sparkle.
"come on you you've spent enough time writing go play in the garden with Kal"
Once you left henry got to work swiping up the tablet and going on your one drive seeing the meticulously organized notebooks, recognising a few by name.
A few weeks later Henry came in to the living room with a medium size box and plopped it on the sofa next to you.
"here we go nugget!" he said placing the gift next to you, they couldn't have come quickly enough, he had noticed you hadn't been writing at all, which upset him because he knew how much you loved it.
"what's that daddy?" you asked peering over the box not expecting any gifts.
"why don't you open it and find out?" he said sitting the other side of the box handing you a pair of scissors to slice the tape.
You moved slowly cutting it open and pulled the box open then froze.
"d-daddy? What thats my..." you trailed off pulling out the hard back books your banner on the front cover.
"your stories? Yes poppet, I realised that you were putting so much work into these things but could loose them, they are soo good that daddy wanted to read them over and over and now we can!" he said pleased with himself as you sat there shocked looking at the small collection of a5 books.
"but their- i dont..." you said happy but completely shocked, flicking through the pages, there were even a few comments in the margins from henry pointing out the pits he liked making your heart swell with pride.
Henry moved to stand behind you pressing a kiss to your hair.
"They are brilliant! So good I'm so proud of every thing you have achieved and I want them on our book shelf, in the living room" he said making you tear up.
"Really? You... You think their that good?" you whined eyes blurring with tears as you hugged the first book to your chest.
"absolutely poppet now go on, you do the honours~" he said pressing your shoulder urging you to go to the cube bookshelf.
You tiptoed over to it and slowly pulled out each little custom book with your banner on the front.
You sat down placing each one delicately on the shelf the five books each lining up with one another half filling the empty cube shelf.
"oh no baby look? The shelf isn't full is it? You know what that means" he said standing looking
"I-I've gotta write?" you asked sniffling weeping softly but this time because you were happy.
"exactly! You need to fill the whole shelf, so you keep up the good work and tell daddy when you finish your next story and we can keep adding to it!" he said cheerfully walking over handing you the tablet.
You smiled to yourself and looked to the books, your books- actual real life books on a shelf!
You grinned throwing yourself at him latching onto him feeling your confidence come back just from seeing how much you had done.
Suddenly the hate didn't matter, your daddy like them enough to make them into real life books! And even annotated them himself?
And if your writing was good enough for your daddy then it was good enough for you.
"daddy, can I have my screen time now, I want to write!!" you said jumping up and down on the spot excited to start your next chapter.
Henry grinned nodding deciding you can have as much screen time today as you wanted as long as it meant you wasn't giving up your new hobby.
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not-the-teen-witch · 3 years
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Daddy Issues Lucius Malfoy x Daughter! Reader
Tiktok has done its magic and my obsession with Lucius Malfoy has sparked. Or it might just be my daddy issues acting up again, who know lol. Anyways, reader is Draco’s twin, a Gryffindor, and is basically the Sirius Black of the Malfoy family. She/her pronouns used. No warnings. Though you should know this is my first fanfic after going MIA on Wattpad and Quotev for a few years whoopsies.
Takes place over the course of first year. Listen to “Daddy Issues” by the Neighbourhood while reading to set the mood. 
I might make this into a multiple part story. But not follow the scenes strictly, just random drabbles here and there?? Idk, hopefully this won’t flop lol.
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Daddy Issues
You ask me what I'm thinking about I'll tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend
“Now, Y/N. Just like your brother did it. Just run straight through that brick wall, and you’ve made.” Your mother, Narcissa, says gently patting you on the back to motivate you.
You bit your lips to hide your nerves. Straight through it, huh? Oh, merlin. What if it decides I’m not good enough for it. I’ll surely make a fool out of myself. 
You grip tightly around your trolley, “Are you sur-”
“We don’t have all day now, darling. The train leaves at eleven, sharp. Enough twisting with your thumbs and get a move on.” Your father cuts you off. 
You grimace. Your relationship with your father, the oh so great Lucius Malfoy, wasn’t the best, at least at the moment. Don’t get it wrong, you’re his precious baby girl, the absolute apple of his eye, but you have a few, in his words, tweaks in your personality that his purist mindset just did not share.  
Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues And I do too
It began when you received your Hogwarts letter on your 11th birthday earlier that summer.
“Dad! I got my letter!” You say, racing down the steps of the Malfoy Manner to see your father.
He replies from his study room with a, “Don’t run, you’ll fall, Y/N.”
You roll your eyes, always so overprotective. When you reach him you wave the letter in front of him, “Look! I finally got it!”
He stops reading his book and looks up, all while shifting from his area on the velvet green armchair to make room for you. You immediately take a seat in the small space. 
“Let’s see what we have here now, shall?” You nod your head at him as he opens the letter. “Ah yes, Hogwarts. Truly shocking how they want someone with the likes of you on their grounds.”
He has a twinkly in his eye when he says this. You know he’s joking though, that’s just the interactions between you two. 
You grab his face with your hands to get his attention, “Are you going to miss me?”
“Miss you? My own and only daughter who wakes up every morning with a mission to have my hair turn grey early. Miss you, you say?”
“Dad,” you groan.
He hides a smirk, “Happy birthday, my dear. You’ll make a wonderful Slytherin and teach those mudbloods who’s in charge.” 
About that..... “Dad, no.” 
“Pardon?” 
“Stop that, don’t call them mudbloods. And what makes you so sure I’ll be put in Slytherin?”
“Ha,” he lets out a bark of laughter. “There’s never been a Malfoy that fit in any other house. That’s absurd.” 
I tried to write your name in the rain But the rain never came So I made with the sun The shame always comes at the worst time
You look down.
“Y/N.” You look back at your father. 
His grey eyes that mirror yours perfectly, look at you coldly “Don’t bring shame to the Malfoy family. Remember that.” 
You ask me what I'm thinking about I'll tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend
“Make me proud.” Your father says, right before you enter the train. 
He flashes you one of his rare, genuine smiles and kisses you on the forehead. 
You heard him, Y/N. Make father proud. 
Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you
You find the first empty compartment you see on the train. Your brother already went off with some of the other pureblood children. And you’re not exactly fond of them. 
There’s a boy with glasses and another with red hair when you enter. 
“Ehm, hi...” You awkwardly say. 
The boy with glasses smiles at you. “Hi there.” 
“Would it be alright if I sat here?” 
“Sure, take a seat.” 
I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues
You learn the two boys you sat with were Harry Potter and a Weasley named Ron. They were charming, although you were sure your father would disagree. Luckily you didn’t tell them your last name. Who knows what outburst that’d cause from the redhead. 
You stand next to them as students get called up to get sorted.
Your stomach feels like it’s being shaken by mountain trolls and you try to control your breathing.
“GRYFFINDOR”
“RAVENCLAW” 
“HUFFLEPUFF” 
The sorting hat continues to call out the names of the houses as the students go up, one by one. 
Your twin gets called. 
Just as Draco takes a seat, the hat doesn’t even touch his head when it yells-
“SLYTHERIN” 
Draco has a look of pride on his face. Typical. 
“As expected,” mutters Ron to you and Harry. 
“Y/N Malfoy” 
Oh dear. Your turn.
“ -wait you’re his twin?” Harry look sat you confused.
You see your twin brother flash you a thumbs up.
You ignore them both and step forward. 
“Another Malfoy I see. But you’re more interesting than the rest. Unexpected. Ambitious? Yes, very much so but there’s also bravery. Lots of it too.” The sorting hat says.
No! You’re yelling in your head. Bravery? That’s Gryffindor. Please no. Father would disown me. 
“Slytherin then? No, no no. Tell daddy he’s in for a surprise because Slytherin not fit for you. You fit in-” 
“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat exclaims.
The whole hall murmurs. “A Malfoy? Not in Slytherin?” “Gryffindor? Merlin, someone alert the Daily Prophet.” 
You get nudged towards the Gryffindor table, slowly you make your way.
 You hear a voice, “Well Fred, you know what this means.”
“I sure do, George.”
“WE GOT A MALFOY! WE GOT A MALFOY!” They chant and slowly the rest of the table begins to cheer loudly. The Slytherin’s table watches in awe. 
Your brother refuses to make eye contact with you. Your stomach drop at that.
I keep on tryin' to let you go I'm dyin' to let you know How I'm getting on I didn't cry when you left at first But now that you're dead, it hurts This time, I gotta know Where did my daddy go?
“First years! Follow me!” 
You begin to line up with the other first years. You stand near Ron and Harry. Ron gives you a suspicious look.
“I’m sorry.” You blurt out. “I should have told you I’m a Malfoy.”
“You really shou-” Ron begins to say.
“No, it’s alright.” Says Harry. “You had your reasonings. Besides the point” he give Ron a sharp look, “You’re in Gryffindor now, that’s all that matters.”
“All that matters?” Uh oh, it’s your brother. “Wait until father hears about this. He’ll be mortified. You can kiss your spot on the family tree goodbye Y/N.” He looks disgusted at you.
“Leave her alone!” A first year girl with puffy hair and large teeth says. 
“And what are you going to do about it, mudblood.”
That sits off a rage off anger in you. 
“Oh shut it you prick!” Your brother looks at you, shocked. “I’ve had enough with your bigotry. Go ahead, tell father. We all know how much you want to be his favorite child, you kiss up!” You let out a angry sigh at that. 
“Well then, keep an eye out for a letter tomorrow morning by him. How does a Howler sound?” 
The girl with the puffy hair grabs your arm. “Come on”
“You know, I think you and I will get along just great.” 
I'm not entirely here Half of me has disappeared
It had been a few days since the sorting ceremony. Classes were already in full swing. 
You became very close friends with Hermione Granger, the girl who helped you out when your brother was acting like a complete, wild ferret. However, you and her got along quite well. You two had similar interests and were very dedicated in your classes. Granted you knew a bit more than her since you were taught were carefully by your father.
Speaking of father, you haven’t heard from him yet. But there’s no doubt in your mind that Draco hasn’t sent a letter yet. 
You shake out of your thought and make your way to the great hall. You spot the Weasleys and Harry and make a bee-line to them. 
“Hey there, mate!” One of the twins nod in your direction. 
“No mail yet?” You immediately ask the lot.
“Blimey, at least eat something first before you start interrogating us.” Ron mumbles, his cheeks filled with food. 
Harry shakes his head, “Not yet, expecting a letter?” 
“You could say that.” You groan.
You grab a piece of toast and spread butter over it when you hear the sounds of the owls flying into the great hall. You quickly scan them over, keeping your eyes peeled for any Malfoy family owls.
You look over to your twin, an owl drops a package of goodies. Must be from mother, you think bitterly in your head. You didn’t get a package. 
The thought makes your stomach drop. They must know then.
“Huh, would you look at that. It’s a howler!” Percy Weasley points out.
The twins glace at you.
“Y/N....” One of the twins begin to say.
The howler drops right in front of you. Oh grandfather Abraxas, please help me.
In fancy calligraphy that you recognize very well, the name Lucius Malfoy is written. 
“So... are you going to open that?” George asks with an eyebrow raised.
“The longer you wait, the louder it’ll be. But hey this is Lucius Malfoy so you don’t really have much luck any way.” Fred jokes, trying to lighten the mood. 
You hands shake as you hold it, “Should- should i open it?” 
“It’s going to burst any second, no need for that.” Harry look bewildered.
“Oh to hell with it.“ You open the letter. 
“Y/N NARCISSA MALFOY!” Your father’s voice booms, the great hall quiets down to listen in. “A GRYFFINDOR?? NEVER IN THE MALFOY FAMILY NAME HAS THIS HAPPENED BEFORE. A BLOOD TRAITOR IS WHAT YOU ARE. IT DISGUSTS ME TO CALL YOU A CHILD OF MINE.”
Your face turns an unnatural shade of red but the howler continues in a calmer voice. “My own child, my little girl. Tarnishing the family name like this. Absurd. Don’t even think about coming home this winter. And enjoying the company of Mudbloods and other blood traitors? Tsk, a shame. Such a great shame. Don’t bother sending any letters, they will immediately be discarded of.” 
The letter explodes and the only evidence that it even happened it the looks of pity you getting from the three other houses. The Slytherin table is bursting with laughter. 
“Ignore them Y/N. Not worth your time. The Slytherin gits and your father. If you could even call a man like that a dad.” Ron shakes his head.
You catch your brother’s eyes, he has a soft, sad look but quickly switches when he catches you looking. 
“Did you bloody hear that? I could never be such an embarrassment to the wizarding name.” Your brother boasts. 
Your friends try to divert your attention but all you can think of is your dad. 
No. Don’t be sad Y/N, you say to yourself. You’re meant to be a Gryffindor, and you’ll prove daddy wrong. Right? You’re a Malfoy after all. 
Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues
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embrassemoi · 3 years
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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 19
Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader    Content: Language, possible errors, 
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Chapter 19: Mrs. Lupin
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The rest of Valentine’s Day was spent with Y/N compiling a list in her head:
1. Avoid drinking anything the Marauders — actually, avoiding drinking anything around James to dodge their concoction of face and body-altering potions. When students at lunch and dinner drank from the pumpkin juice supply, more than several people who were already in relationships morphed into those they weren’t dating. Let’s just say that this prank wasn’t as uplifting and fun as the Marauders originally had in mind. Even the Bloody Baron told Peeves to spare them.
2. Make sure Lily didn’t drink anything around the Marauders — or anything around Marlene and Mary (who caught word from Peter of her supposed feelings). They were dying to know who caught her attention and bets were being placed.
3. James just wouldn’t shut the fuck up about Emmeline. She could even hear his voice: Whiskers! Did you see how pretty she looks? Woah, I can’t believe she agreed to be my girlfriend? I’m so lucky! She’s beautiful! Ugh — did you see her smile? Emmeline this, Emmeline that — it was even worse than his obsession with Quidditch. But, it was too endearing in a sickening, annoyingly charming way and she was happy that he seemed happy, so Y/N kept her lips sealed.
Remus suggested drowning him in the bottles of love potions littering the castle but Y/N thought differently. James already acted like what a love potion was rumoured to be like; he’d become unstoppable if he even caught a whiff.
4. Shockingly by the end of the day, Y/N’s bag was stuffed with cards and gifts — all filled with confessions. She rarely socialized with anyone but the girls and Marauders, so it came as a surprise.
5. And now found herself stuck in a very uncomfortable situation.
Relaxing in the lounge area by the library, James and Mary were casting spells, Lily and Y/N chatted while Remus aided Marlene, going over course material, however, her face scrunched up as she flicked through his notes.
“What does this mean,” Marlene asked after desperately trying to decipher his writing. She slid it over to him, pointing to a highlighted section. But before Remus could translate, Y/N peeked over.
“Um — Owl to Opera Glasses. This spell emits fleeting wispy white vapour from wand — point at owl — no sound will be produced.”
She sat back in her seat, snapping off a piece of chocolate before handing the rest over to Remus beside her. Everyone looked shocked.
“Erm — what?”
Mary sputtered, “How did you read that? It’s fucking scribble!”
“He’s got doctor writing.”
They waited for her to elaborate.
“My mom’s —” “MUM!” “— writing is horrid. I swear all doctor’s have awful handwriting. I spent so much time reading her medical jornals, scans, charts — to keep me busy. So comparing Remus’ writing to hers, it’s legible.”
None of them seemed to understand besides Lily and Mary. Y/N just dismissed the matter entirely, sliding back the parchment to Marlene as they went back to their quiet conversations.
“So,” Remus leant in, his head craned down to talk to her. “Doctor handwriting — I should flaunt that?”
She chuckled, “Might make you sound smarter, but you don’t need that.”
“You flatter me too much.”
“Humble, aren’t you?”
“I have to bully myself daily. Can’t let it get to my head, not like egomania over there.”
Ah yes, the thrilling saga of bullying James Potter.
But before she could add on, a shadow caught Remus’s eye before he nudged her. His head tilted over to the direction of a wall, littered with portraits and awards with Quidditch trophies. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer.”
A blond boy, young — was staring at her, blushing madly as his chest puffed out, determination trickled through every step as he neared.
Remus’ smile became impossibly large, dripping in amusement before snapping, gaining the table’s attention.
“Hi,” there was a nervous waver in his voice, but confidence in his stance. He was pale, amplifying the scarlet blush on his cheeks.
Damn, she knew what was about to happen and so did shit-eating grin Lupin.
“Hello… What’s your name.” Right, that was a good place to start. Her eyes wandered to his tie: a Ravenclaw.
“Gilderoy Lockhart,” he announced, going up to flick a strand of hair from his face, flashing her a pearly white smile. “I’m in first year.” In his small hands, he outstretched his arms holding a box of chocolates — identical to the one Remus received a few days ago along with a meticulously crafted letter.
“You’reveryprettysowillyoubemyValentine?”
James, Mary and Marlene let out an involuntary snort which had all of them leaning into one another to support themselves from toppling over. Lily had to cast Silencio over them. They turned their heads away from Gilderoy before barking out silent merriment. Remus was the complete opposite, thankfully, as he remained poised, face void but his lips quivered upwards.
“Um… right... well,” she stalled. Maybe she should get up, take the boy elsewhere to softly let him down. “Thank you, I appreciate it a lot. But er… I can’t accept your feelings. Thank you for telling me, though. I appreciate it.”
“What?! Why!” He demanded. His face turned a deeper shade of pink, now causing a scene.
She made eye contact with Lily, however, James’ hand hammered down on the table, startling them all. His two hands formed pointed tips, mimicking two people kissing as he repeated the motion, pointing to her and Remus. Mary took the opportunity to grab Lily’s wrist, flicking a reversal charm on all of them.
“She’s dating Lupin!” She shouted which caught the attention of a few onlookers. James tossed his head back, knuckles in his mouth and Lily’s brow rose high in a startled grimace.
“For a month now!” Marlene continued, her hand slapping down on her thigh.
Y/N was going to murder them.
She went to open her mouth to say — well, okay, she didn’t know what to say but Remus budded in, lifting his arm, wrapping it around her shoulder and pulled her in awkwardly. She instantly got the hint, bringing a hand and patted his chest stiffly while the group tried not to bellow. Even Lily’s facade was beginning to break, her hand shooting up to cover a growing smile.
There was never a boring day at Hogwarts.
But she was taking too long to answer. This would've been quick, easy, had not everyone else been around and especially if they hadn’t lied about her dating.
“I’m sorry but yes, we’ve been together for a little while now, haven’t we, darling?” said Remus, saving her from the hesitation. Y/N nodded, at least she didn’t need to give a reason now.
Remus’ lying was exceptional. There wasn’t even a flicker in his expressions aside from the involuntary dark blush that ran down his cheeks to his neck. Y/N couldn’t blame him, her face felt like it was on fire.
Gilderoy tried to play it off coolly but his shoulders slumped, looking absolutely dispirited. He meekly nodded, placing the box and letter on the table and sped off.
“Cougar L/N!” Marlene roared once he was out of earshot.
“You lot are ruthless!” She barked at them.
“I did nothing!”
“Lied to a poor boy!” Lily lectured sharply.
“And she went along with it!” “Because you —”
While everyone was now bickering or on the verge of tears, Remus peeled himself off of her and Y/N patted him once more.
“You’re welcome.”
She looked up at him, “Darling? Really?”
His eyes rolled, “Did you want me to call you a troll?”
“Got me there, thank you.”
His face softened at this, shoving her in a teasing way before seizing the small box of chocolates, cracking it open and handed her a piece.
“What?” he smirked, moving to open a book, flipping to his worn-out bookmark. He side-eyed her uncomfortable expression as she looked at the box. He recited her words, “Expensive chocolate is still expensive chocolate.”
“You’re a dick.”
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February 17th, 1976
Y/N quickly learned that it was a mistake using the excuse that she and Lupin were dating because now the entire school believed it.
It spread like wildfire. Girls rejected by Remus shot her a hardened gaze, eyes scorned through her robes while other’s who confessed to Y/N avoided her completely. They would all gossip the moment they passed the hallways and she could feel their gaze.
“Lupin beat me to it!”
“— how long have they’ve been —”
“I’ve fancied him for two years! Two years and she suddenly just swoops in?!”
“Honestly, I thought she was with Potter.”
“She’s hot.” “He's fit!”
“— jealous of her —”
“Crikey — don’t they have anything else to talk about?” Remus said, turning away from the hall.
Remus disappeared for the past couple of days, only now hearing the commotion for the first time. He looked fairly pale, eyes red and tired — but not unusual. Y/N shrugged off the rumours and speculations before entering the hall, shouting to him to wait.
Many students stopped their gossiping for a moment to watch her pass before resuming. She marched up to her customary seat, her friends whistling at her.
“Where’s Remus L/N?”
“Mrs. Lupin!”
“Fuck off.”
She shoved snacks into her bag, hoarding enough food for the both of them and managed to grab a giant mug filled with coffee, making her way out of the hall with a few people loitering after her. James forcibly brought Sirius to his feet, Peter leaped over and Lily sprang up from Marlene, cutting her off while looping her arm with Y/N’s.
Mary elected to stay back, engrossed in a chat with Dorcas and Alice before quickly roping Marlene in. Nevertheless, she shouted once she saw the coffee mug, “That’s for Lupin, isn’t it?!”
“Don’t start… it’s just coffee.”
“Black coffee my arse!”
James ran up to her, tugging on her robes lightly, “Does this mean I should swap my Galleons to Lupin?”
Y/N shrugged him off, stomping over to Remus waiting by the door. She handed him the mug, glancing back in hopes of Celeste: no letter from her mother, again. She sighed before hauling the rest of the group to Kettleburn's classroom. This time, empty but always open for students to come and go. Even a sign was plastered on the entrance: Hold a Niffler if feeling down! (BEWARE of theft).
“Sneaking off like this is going to fuel more rumours,” said Lily, settling her things down on the desks beside her.
“Sorry Whiskers — Moony!”
Remus cracked his fingers, a long breathy sigh trickled from him slowly. “We should mitch lessons today — let it cool down for a bit.”
“Mitch?”
“Skip classes —”
“Moony is possibly the worst prefect in Hogwarts History — he deserves a gold star for it,” chuckled Peter.
Sirius grinned and the two made brief eye contact but neither looked away until James’ voice rang out again. It made Y/N's skin go warm.
“Mate’s going for a record.”
Sirius went to scratch the back of his neck, his head turning down to fiddle with his rings out of habit. “Maybe they’ll put him in the next printed copies of
Hogwarts: A History.” 
Remus rolled his eyes, fixing his posture to sit straighter. “Ungrateful gits. All I hear are three wannabe detention attendees. You ought to be thanking me. With what you pull, I could easily give you two years worth of ‘em.”
A collective sigh went around from the boys who seemed to bow their heads in mutual respect. They grouped and drawled, “Thank you, Moonyyy!”
Lily turned to her, “I’m sorry, but you’re not skipping.”
Her voice automatically switched at the mention of class; it went strict and firm and eerily sounded like Professor McGonagall which had Y/N double down.
Once the bell rang, Sirius quickly walked up to her, taking the place of Lily.
“Fine, we’ll keep the Puffskein in my dorm.”
She considered him for a moment. “I’ll visit daily.”
“Jolly.”
He sped up, hooking an arm around James’ shoulders as they headed to Potions. Y/N's eyes followed him, unable to look away and her heart dropped.
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“The Draught of Peace is a potion that often comes up on the Ordinary Wizarding Level. As you know from review, it calms anxiety and high levels of agitation. It’s been used to calm students who are too stressed with NEWT exams.
“And today,” Slughorn says, trying to look cheerful but failing — looking far too stiff and forced, “ We'll attempt to brew it.”
Lily sat up bolt-straight, eager to soak in new information. Instead of sitting with Lily today, she took a seat in between Remus and James, Lily with Snape.
“The instructions are up on the board, if you have any questions, ask away. Be warned though; be too heavy-handed — mix too fast and you’ll end up with a potion that would make the consumer fall into an irreversible sleep.
“You will be graded on your progress once finished.” He flicked his wand, opening all of the student’s textbooks to an ingredients page, unlocked the cupboard and turned back, “You have until the end of the class, begin my pupils!”
“Sluggys lookin’ pretty sluggishly today,” whispered Lily as they met briefly while collecting their ingredients.
Slughorn did look a little down. His face and voice were desolate, missing its happy chiper.
“Whiskers, I have everything already, don’t worry about it!” James beckoned.
The potion, in her opinion, wasn’t as hard as she predicted it to be. She was doing quite well, better than Lily and Remus which gave her a small sense of pride.
“So, Prongs, when are we going to get to meet Emmeline?”
James didn’t look up from his fiddly potion, too engaged but there was a small grin on his face. “We’re trying to take it slow —” “Pfft,” interjected Remus, “James Potter and slow — in a relationship? Doubt it. Did your Veela powers run out?”
“Hey! I like her and I don’t want her to run off or feel pressured.”
“Ah, what a gentleman, isn’t he Lupin?”
“Quite.”
James shook his head, “You shouldn’t be talking. Shouldn’t you lovebirds be on a date yoursel — Merlin! Moony don’t do that!”
Remus flicked his wand before a handful of leftover powdered moonstone fell on top of James’ head, giving him an iridescent appearance.
Y/N ignored them, stirring clockwise, then counterclockwise, simmering the heat down to the perfect level for seven minutes, then added in two drops of syrup of hellebore. A shimmery silver mist stemmed from her cauldron. A satisfied smirk settled it’s way on her face before scanning the class. Nobody else, besides Remus and Snape who’d been adding their finishing touches, was done.
Just as James was about to finish his perfectly brewed potion, a small beam was directed at his cauldron, ruining the entire potion as it sputtered multicoloured sparks. He tried to prod at the flames at the base of the cauldron, trying to cool it down but it was already too late. It soon became a thick, muddy concrete mixture.
“What the fuck? You guys saw that, right?!”
They had indeed seen a spell hit his cauldron. Their heads whipped around in search. With only ten minutes left and James’ grades about to drop, they all panicked slightly. If his marks were to drop below a certain level, James would be in jeopardy of losing his Quidditch title as captain and be forced to step down, focusing more on the OWLs.
Remus spotted them first: “It’s Snape.”
“How do you know?”
He didn’t respond, leaving them to follow his line of vision to look. Snape wore a horrible smirk, going as far as to wink at James. His perfectly brewed potion shimmered in the light before whirling around to talk to Lily.
“Fucking Snivellus,” James muttered tensley.
“Alright, in five minutes, I’ll be coming around to look at your potions! Be ready to present them.” Slughorn announced.
Remus sighed. “Prongs, just take mine — I’ll take yours. My grades are high enough but if yours drop —”
“No Moony,” he stated firmly. “I’m not going to let you go down with me.”
Distracted, Snape blushing like a fool to Lily and the boys fighting over Remus’ endeavour at being noble, Y/N swished her wand, levitating Jame’s cauldron and directed it over to Snape. She bewitched a temporary invisibility charm, switching them, before levitating Snape's back to James. Now, in front of James was a flawlessly brewed Draught of Peace.
“James, take my help —” “I said no you wanker!”
Slughorn was making rounds around the classroom, but Snape beckoned him over to his shared table with Lily, confident as he sent a nasty look to them.
“Evans, looking good! Perfectly brewed — I’ll add an extra point on your mark.” The praise did not go unnoticed as her chest puffed with pride, her head turning and locked eyes with Y/N, a large smile on her face.
Nice! Y/N mouthed, a thumb sticking upwards.
“Now lets — Severus!” exclaimed Slughorn, flashes of surprise shot through him, “What happened? This is so unlike you.”
The Slytherins in the class all looked up — scratch that — everyone in the class snapped their heads towards him; Snape had never once messed up a potion. They watched as Snape’s face fell from his smug smirk as a black stemming, multicoloured, cloud of smoke puffed in the air, making the surrounding students cough.
“Sir — I swear it was fine moments ago, I don’t know what happened! It must’ve —”
Their professor sighed, a very disappointed look crossed his face before shaking his head.
“It’s quite alright, Mr. Snape. Accidents happen. Evanesco.”
The contents, including the puff of smoke, vanished, leaving Snape to gape around. Lily touched his shoulder, rubbing her hand up and down and began murmuring into his ear.
But before Slughorn could go to another group, Y/N raised her hand, flagging him down while the rest of the class was still paying attention. “Professor! We would like for you to clear us, please!”
“Whiskers, what are you doing?”
“Trust me.”
“Look at what she did with your cauldron,” Remus mumbled, his eyes darting to her.
Complete surprise and utter awe replaced his face as Slughorn let out an excited squeal. His hands clapped together. “Everyone should take a page from Potter, L/N and Lupin. I’ve never seen such great work for this potion! Amazing you three! Ten points for Gryffindor.”
Their heads whipped towards her, Remus just smiled while James stared wide-eyed.
“You love to underestimate me.”
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kuramakakashi · 4 years
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Muntazir
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#1 Kakashi Hatake
#2 “I love you.” / #29 “Make me.” / #31 “Just kiss already.” / #183 “He’s been staring at you all night.”
muntazir - (n.) one who waits in expectation; one held in dependence by hope of receiving some good.
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You don’t know how you ended up buying Genma drinks for the evening, but you guessed you’d made him an empty promise somewhere back between Suna and Konoha when you were bored out of your mind and escorting a gaggle of talkative, rich civilians who were keen on traumatizing poor Gaara’s frugal economy.
Now, you found yourself squeezed into a booth with Genma pressed against one shoulder, and Asuma and Kakashi across the table, the latter in much the same position as Asuma swallowed yet another sake shot.
“They’re drinking your paycheck,” Kakashi mumbled to you over the edge of Icha Icha: Makeout Paradise.
You glanced over at him, your own sobriety long-since abandoned, and laughed, Genma’s arm heavy across your shoulders. “If this is my paycheck, we’re all going to get alcohol poisoning,” you joked, prodding Genma in the side.
“Fuck yeah,” Genma grinned, cheeks flushed as he patted you on the head. “I’m so down for alcohol poisoning – that’s my favorite way to die.”
Asuma face-palmed as Kakashi sighed, repositioning his chin on his palm.
“You don’t have a favorite way to die!” Asuma replied – a little too loudly, because a few heads turned in the direction of your table. “You haven’t died yet!”
“Yet?” Genma repeated, eyes going wide and senbon dipping low from his lips. “You think I’m going to die, Sarutobi?”
“Hopefully soon.” Kakashi turned a page and Genma smacked the hand holding the book.
            “Quit being such a sober spoil sport,” Genma crooned at Kakashi. He merely raised a silver eyebrow and switched the hands he was holding Icha Icha with. “Why don’t you get drunk with us, Hatake? Aren’t we good company?”
“Debatable,” you answered for Kakashi, grinning at Genma. “Who’s included in the ‘we’ in good company?”
Genma gave you a flirty smile, “I don’t know about that but maybe I can be the ‘me’ in you.”
You blinked, and snorted as Asuma shook his head.
“That was horrible, Genma,” you snickered, reaching for another sake bowl. You were faintly aware of someone’s chakra bristling around you, spiking the edges of your addled aura. “If you want me that badly, you could just ask.”
Asuma winced and patted Kakashi on the shoulder. Genma gave you a fiendish smirk, eyes darting across the table at the sober ninja.
“Oh really, is that all?” Genma trolled, walking his fingers across your bare shoulder. “Hear that Kakashi? All you have to do is ask.”
Vaguely, you became aware of the changing atmosphere at the table. Asuma wasn’t speaking, concentrating intently on Kakashi. His eyes hadn’t moved from their spot on the page he’d been reading, and you could see his fingers beginning to indent the book’s cover paper.
“Genma,” came Kakashi’s voice, so soft that anyone else would have had to lean in to hear him. “Don’t.”
It was a warning Genma did not heed, much like most other things in his life.
“Oh come on, Hatake!” Genma leered, tipping the side of his head to knock against yours. You wrinkled your nose at him and reached for a sake bowl again, but Kakashi’s free hand shot out and grabbed your fingers before you could grab the dish.
“Kakashi,” you whined, trying to pull his grip off of you. But he was sober and you were just a few drops of sake short of being utterly smashed.
“Won’t you ever man up?” Genma kept on.
“He’s going to murder you and make sure the body’s never found,” Asuma grumbled, flicking a straw wrapper at Genma.
“You’ve been staring at her all night, Hatake,” Genma leered.
“Staring at who?” you wondered, glancing away and looking around the bar. There weren’t many other women around, and the ones nearest were all in the company of dates.
“You,” Asuma replied tucking his chin on his hand and leaning on his elbow.
“Kakashi is madly in love with you,” Genma hiccupped, “but he won’t admit it because rejection is the one thing his obnoxious ass can’t take.”
The blood drained out of your face and your heart beat an unsteady pulse as alcohol continued to muddle your mind.
“You’re so dead,” Asuma chuckled lackadaisically, shaking his head at Genma. “So, so dead.”
Genma shrugged, “Death by Kakashi’s rage – not my favorite death but a death I’ll welcome if I have to keep watching him pine after (Y/N) like one of his dogs over a chew toy for another four years.”
Your brow furrowed, “Kakashi isn’t in love with me.”
They all looked at you, even Kakashi, dragging the gaze of his exposed eye off of Genma and onto you.
“He’s been with Hanare,” you explained, then tilted your head to the side, brushing against Genma’s shoulder. “She’s very kind – and beautiful too.”
“She’s a friend,” Kakashi replied quietly.
Asuma snorted, “Not what you said last week.”
Genma winked at Kakashi, “As I recall, you mentioned something about needing to ‘move on’, and that ‘(Y/N) was never going to see you the way that you want her to.’”
“See you in what way, Kakashi?” Your brow furrowed.
“Asuma, Genma.” Kakashi set his book down on the table. “I’m taking (Y/N) home now and if I see either one of you in the next twelve hours, I will kill you and make sure your bodies are never found.”
“Told you so,” Asuma grunted.
Genma rolled his eyes, “You’re so dramatic, Hatake. Just tell the girl you love her and get over it – (Y//N) probably won’t reject you.”
You squinted at Genma. “I’m right here, you know.”
Genma glanced back at you, “Oh, yeah.” He flashed a toothy grin at Kakashi. “Whoops – almost forgot we’re spilling your secrets to the woman herself.”
“Genma.”
It was warning enough – the jonin transported before Kakashi fixed his entire attention back onto him.
“Well,” Asuma stretched, and patted Kakashi gruffly on the shoulder. “This has been eventful enough for me. Good luck with it.” He stood up from the booth and saluted both you and Kakashi with two fingers. “See you guys. Thanks for the drinks, (Y/N).”
As he walked away, silence fell between you and Kakashi.
You stared openly at him and he at the tabletop between the two of you, until you shifted and drew his attention.
“Are you angry, Kakashi?” you questioned, trying to stretch your chakra out to his. Being wholly intoxicated didn’t help your sensory abilities, but you could pick up on the hostility and ire roiling in the aura around him.
“I’m taking you home,” Kakashi replied stiffly. He pushed himself out of the booth and reached for your arm, tugging you out of your seat and onto your feet beside him. You swayed slightly, but his grip on the underside of your elbow kept you from falling over as he dug through his pocket.
“It’s my bill,” you protested when he dropped nearly 1,000 ryo [94.97 USD / 80.18 EU] onto the tabletop.
“I’m not digging through your pockets,” Kakashi deadpanned.
“I can dig through them just fine,” you grumbled back, making to do exactly that, but Kakashi didn’t give you the opportunity.
His teleportation jutsu made your stomach roil as your organs compacted through space, following Kakashi’s command. You stumbled into Kakashi, face on his chest as he reached for your apartment’s door.
“I hate when you do that,” you puffed, swallowing the sake-tasting bile rising in the back of your throat. “At least give me a warning next time.”
“Sorry.”
“No you’re not,” you grumbled as he let your apartment door swing open. When he didn’t make to move inside after you, you raised an eyebrow at him. “Aren’t you coming in too?”
He visually hesitated, glancing between the door frame and then you. “Should I?”
“Why shouldn’t you?” you replied, turning around to face him fully.
You could see his jaw clench through the dim light from your apartment behind you reflecting off of his mask. “After what Genma and Asuma said. And what you thought.”
You had been too out-of-sorts to properly gauge the truth behind the taunts Genma and Asuma had plagued Kakashi with. Whatever doubt you had in there being any truth in their teases evaporated the longer you stared at Kakashi across your foyer – as did the disconnection between your heart and head.
“You’re in love with me, Kakashi?” you questioned out loud. You could sense someone’s chakra radiating an ill feeling that resonated from anxiety, though you couldn’t differentiate enough to tell if it was his or your own.
What of his expression that you could see resembled the look on someone’s face when driving a katana through their gut. He looked away, eyes darting to the top of your door.
“I wasn’t going to burden you with it,” Kakashi replied eventually after seconds gradually turned to minutes.
“Burden me?”
A sordid feeling settled in your gut. This was Kakashi – the archetypical tragic hero of the village; son of a pariah and sole survivor of Team Seven; liable for the deaths of Obito Uchiha and Rin Nohara. He was a collection of fragmented portions of both the boy he used to be the man he’d become in the years passing. The shadows that shrouded him were understandably aphotic, darkened by the thoughts that his life as a necessary means to accomplishing breakneck tasks until its envisioned – tragic – end.
“Kakashi,” you mumbled his name, letting the syllables slide easily over your tongue and past your lips. “You are not a burden.”
He wouldn’t look at you.
As gently and fluently as you could manage, you reached out, grasping his forearm with your hand. He was cool under your touch, his exposed skin prickling with gooseflesh as your fingers wrapped around his arm.
“Make me fall in love with you just a little bit more than I already am,” you smiled warmly up at him. “And I’ll love you back the same.”
His gaze dropped down to your face, his black-brown eye roaming across your face, instinctively seeking signs of deception. Even if you tried, you couldn’t hide the truth from him, or feasibly lie to him.
But he shook his head. “You don’t love me, (Y/N).”
You snorted, a bit of your pride stinging. “I had a crush on you since the moment I met your stuck-up ass on the first day of Academy,” you huffed. “I haven’t taken my eyes off of you since, not even when you think I’m not looking.”
Kakashi’s eyebrow rose. “The first day of Academy was over fifteen years ago.”
You shrugged. “We’ve had a lot going on.”
Kakashi loosed a wry exhale that could’ve been a sarcastic laugh.
“That doesn’t mean you love me.”
The alcohol fuddled your filter. “You’re still my hero after all these years,” you shrugged, “and I’ve long since accepted your past as making you into the man you are today.”
He stared at you for a long time, not once blinking until you yawned tiredly.
“I’ve confessed myself to you,” you smiled sleepily, giving Kakashi an absentminded shrug, “would you allow me the decency now to go to bed?”
“Saturday,” Kakashi blurted.
You blinked. “Is after Friday.”
He ignored you. “Saturday – I’ll meet you at the gates. We’ll go for a walk.”
“I can go for a walk right now,” you mumbled, “to bed.”
Kakashi smiled, in a way that you could see the upturn of his lips through his mask. “You’ll have to make that walk alone, I’m afraid.”
You pointed a finger at him. “Very gentlemanly,” you mused, half yawning, “you transport me across the village to my house, then you open my door for me and listen to me confess my love and admiration for you, but don’t try to take me to bed. Good points for you, Kakashi Hatake.”
He exhaled a soft chuckle. “For many other reasons than just respect, I won’t take you to bed right now.”
You shrugged again, “Tell me on Saturday, on our walk.”
He smiled wider, “Very well.”
You smiled with closed eyes, “I’m going to close the door now and try to make it to bed before I pass out.”
Kakashi laughed, the sound making you feel just a little bit lighter on your feet. “Be careful, (Y/N).”
“Always,” you responded jokingly.
Kakashi suddenly leaned forward, his chakra overlapping yours. There was a sense of peace in his aura, but it also leaked anticipation as his hand brushed over the side of your face, angling your head up to his.
Gently, he pressed his covered lips against the center of your forehead.
“I’ll see you on Saturday, (Y/N).”
You kept your eyes closed even as he retreated back across the threshold and into the hall, taking the door with him. Only when the door shut and you were alone in your quiet apartment did you smile at the wall.
Offering to sacrifice your paycheck in the form of drinks with Genma, it seemed, had been worthwhile after all.
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wand3ringr0s3 · 4 years
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after hours (george weasley x reader)
Request: hi!! i LOVE UR WRITING SM 🥺 can i request george x hufflepuff reader hanging out after curfew and being eachother's first kisses? THANK U!! 💖💖💖
A/n: Sorry this took so long to get out! Love writing for hufflepuff readers. Also George could kiss me any day just saying. Gif from google 
Warnings: none v fluffy
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Life before you met George wasn’t boring but it wasn’t exciting. Sure you went to a magical school with magic classes and moving staircases and you could literally do magic but things always felt the same. Get up, eat breakfast, go to class, do homework, eat dinner and then go to sleep. It just felt like you were in a rut. Luckily, excitement fell into your life. 
Literally. 
A bucket of water completely drenched you as you stepped into herbology. You were furious with whoever did this to you. You had a feeling those twins in your class had a hand in it but before you could shout at them Professor Sprout started class. Forcing you to sit there in your soaked robes. After class a boy came up to you with a guilty look on his face. 
“Um I’m sorry about, this” He gestures your still damp robes and wet hair. “That was meant for Finch Fletchley, not you.”  He offers his hand for you to shake with a bright smile on his face. 
“It’s fine, though you and your brother owe me.” You say playfully taking his hand. “George Weasley, pleasure to meet your acquaintance” Ever since meeting George he brought a fire into your life that you had been missing. 
You would often find him running around the castle with his brother but he always made sure to talk to you at least once a day which you didn’t really understand but you enjoyed quite a bit. 
“How’s my little hufflepuff doing today?” George picks the quill out of your hand causing you to look up at him. “George, give me back my quill please.” 
You hold out your hand but George shakes his head. Placing the quill on his nose he attempts to balance it, earning a few stares from passing students. You watch amused by his childish antics, you never really understood how George kept a child like wonder in his eyes even with everything going on. 
“Tell you what, you spend the day with me tomorrow and I’ll give you back your quill.” 
“Or, I could just use the other quill I keep in my bag.” You say pulling out your spare quill and waving it around. George frowns and tries to snatch it out of your hand. 
“Yeah you could, but then you wouldn’t get to spend time with little old me.” He grins and leans on the table, propping his head up with his hand. You had to admit spending the whole day with George sounded really fun and very intimidating. He always drew attention to himself not to mention he was handsome and very charming. 
“I think I can live with that.” George gasps and pouts. “Aw don’t be sad Georgie of course I’ll hang out with you tomorrow.” You tease lightly. His face changed so quickly it was a blink and you miss it moment. 
“Great! Meet you here tomorrow at 12!” He drops your quill on the table and races out of the room. 
Biting your lip softly you can’t help the smile that creeps on your face. Every moment you share with George leaves you feeling giddy and smiling. Maybe it was his contagious smile or loud laugh, or maybe it was his intoxicating presence and sweet words. Okay maybe you had a little crush on George. He was always so sweet it was hard not to fall for him. He wasn’t always the one in the spotlight when his brother was around but he was to you. Looking down at your now abandoned homework you decide to pack it up, your mind too busy swimming with ideas of what would come tomorrow. 
“Hey! You showed up.” George was leaning against the wall next to the doors of the great hall. Instead of his normal school robes he was wearing his famous Weasley sweater. 
“Of course I did.” He holds out his arm for you and you take it. He flashes you a smile and leads you towards Hogsmeade. You didn’t know what to expect going to Hogsmeade with George but you should have expected fun. He dragged you all around sharing all his secrets and favorite things with you. 
“Let me guess Zonkos is your favorite?” George was looking at the shop with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He turns and looks at you with a smile that makes your brain melt. “How could you tell?” 
“Lucky guess”
By the time the sun had set, the two of you were in the secret passage ways with arms filled with candy. Which you paid for of course. 
“This was fun thanks for inviting me George.” A chocolate frog falls out of your hands and George catches it. He rips it open and breaks it in half. 
“The nights not over yet darling. Meet me outside the common room after curfew.” He bites into a leg of the frog. After curfew? You were nervous about that. You had never actually gone out past curfew before. Sensing your hesitation George pats your head lightly. 
“Don’t worry, We aren’t going to get caught. Promise.” He offers the other half of the frog to you. Biting your lip you debate on it but George’s puppy dog eyes were more than enough to convince you. 
“Oh alright I guess.” George smiles and brings the frog to your lips. You open your mouth and take a bite. 
“See you tonight!” With a wink he’s gone. 
Did that really just happen? Did you really just agree to break curfew for George? The chocolate taste in your mouth was very real so that means so was that whole conversation. Merlin how were you going to keep your feelings in check.
Where was George? It was past curfew and you were anxiously waiting for him. If you get caught you were going to strangle that boy. “Why so tense darling?” A voice behind you makes you jump. 
“Bloody hell! Don’t do that.” You hiss. 
George muffles his laughter with his hands. Glaring you slap his shoulder lightly. You open your mouth to yell but he quickly covers your mouth with his hand. Shocked by the sudden contact you don’t hear the words he’s saying to you. His hand in yours pulls you back to reality as he guides you through the castle like he’s done it 100 times before. 
“The quidditch pitch?” You whisper. “Yeah there’s a special place under the seats you can get to.” The rest of the way there was quiet as lead you to the little cove behind a tarp. He pulls out a blanket you didn’t even notice he brought. Sitting down he pats next to it, signaling for you to sit down. You look up and see a part of the wood that let you see the sky. 
“Its so pretty.” 
“I come here sometimes when I need to get away from things.” You reach for his hand without a thought. When your hands touch you realize just what you did and pull back. Looking away you focus on anything thats not George’s perfect face. George taps his shoes as he thinks of a way to continue the conversation. 
“Hey, I have something for you.” You watch as he rummages through a bag that you assume has an extension charm in. He pulls out a yellow sweater with your first initial on the front in black. 
“I asked my mum to make you one, you always talk about mine so I though you would like one of your own.” You stare wide eyed at the jumper in your hands. You careful trace the letter on the front. It was clearly made with love. 
“George I...” George takes your silence as bad, he immediately begins to panic. “I’m sorry it was silly I understand if you-“ Hes cut off by your arms wrapped around his. 
“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” He relaxes and hugs you back. “Why would you do this for me? My birthday isn't for months.” You were absolutely shocked someone would do something so thoughtful and caring for you. Especially the boy you had been crushing on. 
“Because I fancy you, a lot.” George rubs the back of his neck nervously as you take in his words. “R-Really?” You could hardly believe it. “Yes my little hufflepuff.” He teases leaning closer to you. His hand brushes against your cheek softly. 
“I like you too.” It felt like a dream to have George sitting right here and telling you that he felt the same way. This wasn’t a prank either, George was too kind for that. Your eyes flicker down to his lips that were getting closer to yours. 
“Can I kiss you?” He whispers. You look away embarrassed, “I’ve never kissed anyone before.” you admit. George cups your face and chuckles softly. 
“Neither have I love. Better make this a good one then.” You nod, speechless as his lips meet yours. Tingles run up your spine as his hands move to grab your waist. George gets a little carried away and accidentally bites your lip. 
“Ow!” You pull back and rub your lip. “Oh my god I’m so sorry.” George was flushed red with embarrassment. Cursing himself for mucking up his first kiss with you. To his surprise you start laughing. 
“It’s okay George. Is it really you if something doesn’t go a little wrong.” George laughs along with you, relieved that you weren’t upset over your first kiss being less than perfect. 
“Sorry love, got a bit carried away. You’re just too irresistible.” 
“I guess we’ll just need to practice.” You smirk and pull him back to you by the collar of his shirt. 
“I like that sound of that love.”
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dragonsareourfuture · 3 years
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Matsuda/GN!Reader — Promise
Here’s a longer oneshot for a man who is often forgotten. Lovely Matsuda, you have a huge place in my heart.
This wasn’t an afternoon like any other.
No, shut up! It’s the same as any other day.
Something big was about to go down.
It’s not big, it’s normal! Normal sized, normal day!
Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, slamming against your rib cage so hard you swore it made your body sway a tad bit forward.
Everything is going to go fine, no disasters.
You stood in front of your mirror, combing out your hair. The bathroom was dead silent save for your short, uneasy breaths. You tried your best to draw them out to how you normally breathed, but you began to try so hard to breathe normally that you forgot how you normally breathed altogether.
Is this pace too slow? Am I not getting enough air? Is that why the room’s spinning or am I just panicking for no reason?
You weren’t panicking. You swear you weren’t. Maybe you were just breathing so fast and your heart was racing so much because you were dying! Yeah, that could be it! You almost preferred that possibility to what you were in store for later that evening — something set to occur around 6:00 pm sharp. Dinner. Doesn’t sound so bad right?
Wrong. You almost laughed at yourself bitterly for thinking so absurdly — doesn’t sound so bad? Maybe when you don’t have all the details. So, let’s rephrase that, shall we?
Dinner. With your boyfriend’s parents.
Ah, speak of the devil. You turned around at the sound of a light knock at the bathroom doorframe. Touta Matsuda, the adorable little puppy dog of a human, stood with his fist still curled and his knuckles against the doorframe. He asked you if you were nearly ready to head out, his dark eyebrows upturned with light creases denting his forehead.
You jolted. With a lightening fast grab at your phone you tore it from its spot on the counter and looked at the time — how was it already 5:40!? Hadn’t you started brushing your hair around 4:00? You didn’t even want to begin to think about the fact that you’d been standing at the mirror for forty whole minutes telling yourself you weren’t panicking. And the worst part — that reverse psychology didn’t even leave a mark! Your chest still felt tight and nothing felt right. Oh no... you’re thinking in rhyme.  You had to do something quick, before you started to speak in riddles like some kind of bridge troll.
“Hey, Teddy Bear?”
“What’s up? You don’t look too good...”
Even staring at yourself in the mirror for nearly an hour didn’t allow you to notice until Matsuda pointed it out. When you looked back at your reflection, you saw the truth in his statement. You looked very put together overall — clothes neat and without a single crease marring the fabric — but your face was paler than it had ever been before. Your eyes had sunken from lack of sleep, as you were tossing and turning for hours the previous night just thinking about your arrangement for that evening. You just looked scared.
“I’m gonna be completely honest with you,” you began, stepping closer to your boyfriend and weaving your arms around his waist. The soft fabric of his dress shirt calmed you enough to get the words out without choking on them. “I’m really, really nervous about tonight. They’re gonna hate me for this—“
“Hey, don’t say that! It’s no one’s fault that we‘ve both been too busy to formally meet my folks since we started dating. I mean, I am a cop after all, and this case hadn’t exactly been easy on me or anyone on my team.” Matsuda reasoned. It was always hard to argue with him when he had this whole “optimist” thing going on. He was just too cute and cheerful to claim anything he said was a lie.
You sighed, trying to fight back with more doubts, “But it’s been forever. They’re gonna think I’m avoiding them or something!”
“Nonsense! If anything they’ll be grateful for you taking care of me every night when I get home from work. I still don’t know how you do it. You’re too patient with me, babe! Not that I’m telling you to stop, of course! It’s— well, you know what I mean!”
Dammit, Matsu’s cuteness struck you down once more and, against your will, you were forced to give into his positivity. You let out a laugh, tightening your grip around his waist and resting your chin on his broad shoulder. “Yeah, I guess so.”
But he was forgetting one little thing. You had absolutely no idea what kind of people Matsuda’s parents were, so how they would react to something like this was beyond your comprehension. Though, you didn’t think terrible people could have produced someone so pure hearted and precious. Still, you had no idea how formal they were, if they cared whether you told them yet or not. If they were opposed to how you were going about this or if they would support you. And Matsuda, being the kind person he was, wanted to tell them the important news in person, so there was no avoiding this any longer.
“Listen, I...when we talked about marriage I didn’t agree to it despite my parents.” Matsuda hummed, taking hold of your lower back to pull you closer to him as a gesture of comfort. “They know you exist, at least! They know we’ve been dating for a while and they know you make me happy. So what would be the issue?”
You sighed, rolling your eyes and dropping your forehead onto his shoulder. Goddammit, he’s right.
You just had to make Teddy Bea— Uh, Matsuda’s parents like you! Then they’d support your relationship, and in turn your decision to get married. End of story. Well, you’d have to see them again, like at the wedding, but you’d cross that bridge once you got to it!
Yeah, okay. Maybe, with the comfort of your fiancé beside you (was is okay to call him that? You haven’t even bought an engagement ring yet...), just maybe, you could do this.
Probably.
This shit’s gonna be easy, you told yourself. And, you know the funny thing? You actually started to believe it.
It was like all of the comforting words Matsuda blessed your ears with earlier actually had some effect and, now that you stood at his parent’s doorstep, the tight feeling in your chest had eased up. Your head stopped pounding with your own heartbeat drumming in your ears. You felt comfortable, even when Matsuda knocked on the door before taking ahold of your hand.
Soon enough, an older woman answered to the knocks. Her face, marred with smile lines, brightened at the sight of you two. She was on the shorter side, but by no means did she appear weak. Her hands held a strong grip on the door as she held it open, and such energy gave off a giddy and caring aura about her. She stepped aside and held a hand out, gesturing for you to come in with a cheerful call of “Hello there! Oh, come in, come in. Honey, they’re here!”
You allowed Matsuda to take the lead, guiding you inside behind him, connected by your hands still. With only a few steps, the slight bite of the chilly fall air outside had vanished in an instant only to be replaced by a warm and fuzzy atmosphere. It had the air of a home that was prepared for guests, which served to make your heart flutter at the idea that you were important enough to make people want to prepare their home for you.
A staircase occupied the farthest wall to the right, and beyond that led to a dining room. While candles dotted the table, plates were set up neatly in front of every chair for four people. The burning candles gave off the scent of a pine forest, filling your nostrils and effectively making you even more calm. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
Another set of footsteps was soon given a face — a tall, lanky man with the same messily styled and dark hair as your beloved boyfriend — presumably Matsuda’s father. This presumption was made into fact as the man glommed into Matsuda, patting his back and barely giving your boyfriend any air in his lungs to speak properly.
“Hey, mom! Hey, dad! I really missed you guys. Whatever you’re cooking smells amazing, too!”
You couldn’t say he was wrong. You couldn’t really place it with the pine scented candles mixing with the scent, but whatever it was, it was making your mouth water.
“O-oh, um, this is (Name). They’re that person I was talking to you guys about on the phone the other day,” The now suddenly bashful Matsuda introduced on your behalf.
“Hi there, it’s really nice to meet you both!” You greeted, shameful that you didn’t think to say something sooner.
“Oh, well aren’t you just the sweetest thing? Come this way, dear, don’t just stand around!”
“O-oh, alright—“
“So!” The boisterous man by Matsuda’s side called. He clapped his son on the shoulder, looking from him to you with a teasing quirk in his brow. “You’ve finally decided to come visit now, have you?”
“Oh, don’t give them a hard time!” Matsuda’s mother interjected, holding up a nearby dish towel with a threatening glower, no real malice behind it. Matsuda’s father held up his hands in mock surrender.
You smiled, forcing the corners of your lips upwards although you couldn’t force it to meet your eyes. you felt absolutely terrible. These people opened up their home to you, cooked for you, let you go out with their son, and yet you couldn’t tell them that you wanted to marry their son, and he wanted the same. Occasionally you shared a glance with Matsuda, who only stared back with eyes that said “not yet”. And you hated the fact that you felt overwhelming relief each time you received that look from him. The fact was — you didn’t want to tell them. If you did there would be no going back, no do-overs. But at the same time you wanted to get it off your chest more than anything in the world. You wanted their son’s hand in marriage. That’s not usually anything to sneeze at.
And yet, all you were doing was lying to their faces. Well, was it lying if all you were doing was keeping something from them? Was it just as wrong? Of fucking course it was. There’s no way out of this one, you’re a horrible person and that’s that. Shit.
Even as you all sat at your designated seats around the dinner table, not a peep left your mouth. As Matsuda’s mother began to dish out servings of her incredible-smelling cooking with the help of her husband, you only uttered words of thanks. You really couldn’t thank them enough, considering the bomb you were about to drop onto their lives.
You all ate peacefully with the light conversation making it’s way around the table. Matsuda and his parents were quite possibly the easiest people to talk to that you ever did meet. No joke had to be held back for fear of being judged, and a few of your little comments caused Matsuda’s father to choke on his food from laughter. You and Matsu’s mom took to ganging up on the men for their apparent shared habit of snoring like a monster at night, the both of them getting defensive with claims that they had no way to control that kind of thing. You and Matsu even shared a few stories from your albeit limited amount of time alone together, going to the park or visiting a museum. It was only when a lull in conversation caused a bout of silence to overtake the room did you look to Matsuda for some assistance in keeping up conversation, only to find him looking at you with determined eyes.
Oh. So it was time, was it? Alright, you could do this.
You breathed in deeply through your nose, clasping your partner’s hand under the table.
“Mom, dad? We uh...Well, we have something to tell you,” Matsu admitted, his voice starting out as nothing more than a whisper and gradually increasing in volume. You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand.
“Oh? Good news or bad news?” His mother inquired, eyebrows creasing slightly with a tinge of worry which the playful tone in her voice failed to mask.
“I hope you think it’s good news! Uh, so, (Name) and I...well, it’s good to see that you guys seem to be getting along well! Can I just say that before I start? Yeah...so. Okay, um—“
“Son, you know you can tell us anything. Just say it, we won’t be angry with you.” Something in the older man’s tone told you he already somewhat caught on to the situation. He just wanted to hear it from his son first, which was understandable.
“We’re going to get married,” Matsuda blurted. The slight jitters you felt in his hand eased up immensely after he said it. His shoulders relaxed and his lips stretched with a smile. “We aren’t exactly sure when or where, we don’t even have the rings yet, but we’ve talked it through and...well, we’re doing it.”
Your gaze, which was fixed on your Teddy Bear throughout his entire explanation, absolutely adoring the loving glint in his eyes as he talked about your future together, shifted back to his parents. What you were met with did not exactly please you.
“...oh. Well, dear, I...”
“It’s not that we aren’t happy for you two, don’t get us wrong...”
It took you a while to completely comprehend what you were hearing.
“What...? You don’t want us to get married?” Matsuda chimed in before you could say anything, not that you were even sure that you could.
“We didn’t say that!” The older woman defended, inching up to sit on the edge of her seat. Ah, yes. Battle mode. “Far from it, actually. All we want is for you to be sure that you’re ready.”
Matsuda’s dad nodded, continuing with his wife’s sentiment, “You said yourself that you’ve been too busy to come see us, so how much of that time have you really had with each other?”
You couldn’t even argue against them. It was true, you and Matsuda haven’t really been able to spend a ton of time together lately. Perhaps marriage was what you both seemed to agree would act as a patch — something you thought would fix your issues as soon as you could call Matsuda your husband. But how much better off would you be after that?
“I...mom, dad...” Matsuda’s words faded, disintegrating into nothingness as his hope seemed to do along with it. He hung his head as his grip on your hand loosened but, before it could completely slip from you, you clasped it tightly.
“Thank you so much for your advice,” you said, marveling that you managed to keep your voice from wavering. “We’ll think it over.”
The burn of Matsuda’s eyes could practically be felt boring into you. You knew he was upset, you knew he was confused. But the very last thing you wanted to do was end the night on a bad note. You could try your best to save what was left of your first impression dinner and talk about this later. When you were alone.
“...yes, o-of course. Ah, would anyone like a second helping?”
  About an hour of stiff conversation and shifting glances later, you and Matsuda decided that perhaps it was time to leave.
He hugged his parents goodbye with noticeably less enthusiasm than he had when he’d first greeted them, and you took to simply waving and thanking them for the meal.
Once you were outside, a shiver ran down your spine. The temperature had dropped considerably, now with the moon in place of the sun overhead and clouds of fog taking to the air every time you exhaled.
“I’m...I’m sorry,” you heard from beside you. Your head swiveled to meet the eyes of your boyfriend only to find that his were directed towards the ground. “That didn’t go as I thought it would.”
Your mouth opened to answer, only to close again. It was easier to grab his hand, which was swinging limply at his side, at thread your fingers through his. So, that’s what you did.
Matsuda flinched, eyes shooting toward the point at which your hands were connected, staring at it with wide eyes. Once he was over his shock, he gave you a grin — a smile that turned his eyes into crescents and warmed his cheeks with a soft blush. That smile was what always told you that everything would be okay.
You stopped walking so suddenly that Matsuda nearly tripped trying to stop in time.
“What’s wrong? (N-name!?)”
Matsuda covered his mouth as he stared down at you, now kneeling on one knee in front of him. You never let go of his hand, but kept it clasped in yours. Your lips met his knuckles, thumb brushing over the spot that you kissed afterwards. 
This was not the end of the world. So you shouldn’t get married, so what? It’s not like that’s your main goal anyway. Marriage — your method of escape from actually facing your problems — would have to wait. Big deal. That just left more time to spend with your adorable Teddy Bear without the stress of a wedding hanging over your heads. Any breaks you two had in work could be used to get to know each other better, relearn those things about each other that might have slipped from your memories due to time apart.
“Touta, I love you. I love you too much to let this stupid disagreement do any damage to our relationship. I want us to become stronger because of this. We don’t need a legal binding to tell us that we belong together. So, this isn’t a proposal, but a promise — Whether we’re married or not, I will do my best to make you the happiest man alive and let you know each and every day how much I care for you. And, if we still want to, later on when we know we’re in a stable place, we can get married.”
A splash of water hit the ground in front of you. You blinked, expecting more to come in the form of a rain shower until you realized that water was the tears still rolling down Matsuda’s rosy cheeks. “Yeah, that—“ he sniffed, wiping his face with the sleeve of his jacket, “—that sounds good.”
“Just good?” You joked.
“A-amazing? I can’t really find the words right now...but I do want everything you just said. I’m just a little surprised that, what with how tonight was going with me consoling you, you’d end up doing the same for me by the end!” The ravenette scratched the back of his head, averting his eyes, “I d-don’t really feel like the one wearing the pants in this relationship right now!”
“Who said you were in the first place?” You muttered, rising to your feet and heading off toward your car.
“Wh-wh-what!? Hey, get back here!”
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arcadianstuff · 3 years
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School rivals p.t 7
This is a long one ! I honestly have no idea how many parts this is going to have but I’ll make a master list for my works so far if you guys want ? Anyways enjoy !!
"Hope you don’t mind love." You could practically hear the smirk in Douxie’s voice as his arms circled around your waist, the intimate touch brining a blush to your cheeks. Thankfully, Douxie couldn’t see it. Sat behind you on your motorcycle, he was oblivious to the way your cheeks had reddened.
"Not at all Casperan," you tried to brush off the growing warmth inside your stomach and smirked as you took off down the street,"hold on tight !"
The wind rushed past you both, it’s cold touch sending chills down your spine as the feeling of flying had you hollering a little. Perhaps you could’ve been quieter given that the town of Arcadia was just starting to come alive in the early morning. Mr. Benoit's cafe was opening to feed the morning commuters and caffeine deprived college kids. A couple of high schoolers littered the streets, clearly not excited at the prospect of attending morning lessons.
Three said high schoolers shot you and Douxie withering glares as they trudged up the steps of Arcadia High school.
"No fair Jimbo, (Y/n) and Douxie get to go off on an adventure and we have senor uhl's Spanish tests first thing." Toby wailed, wallowing in his own self pity before stuffing a Nougat Nummy in his mouth. It wasn’t the best breakfast.
Jim had been focused on the retreating forms of his sister and Douxie but spun around, face paling at Toby words.
"What do you mean a test ?!" At his distressed yells, Claire giggled a little and pat her boyfriend sympathetically on the back.
"Come on boys. I’ll try and help you study in the like...20 minutes we have before class ?" The two said boys just grumbled gratefully at her offer, and the three kids trudged up and into the school, overwhelmingly envious of you and Douxie who’d escaped the clutches of the American education system.
It made you giggle a little that Douxie was clutching a little tighter to you as you sped down the streets, heading towards the canal where Blinky had told you to meet him. Again you became acutely aware of the warmth emitting from Douxie, the feeling of his breath on your neck not helping to keep your blush down
In those moments before you reached the canals, you contemplated the way your relationship with Douxie had changed. Only a week ago the two of you had been enemies, or at least disliked each other. Annoying each other, always trying to one up the other or get a good dig in. And yet here you were, his arms around you as w began the adventure that you’d felt like you’d been waiting for your entire life. Maybe without the murderous ancient spirits and weird glowing trolls.
Things were changing. You just hoped you could adapt fast enough.
At least Arcadia didn’t seem so boring as it once did, in fact you didn’t feel the same longing to escape the confinements of the tiny town you’d grown up in. Maybe....just maybe you might call this place home a little bit longer.
Hidden under the shade of the bridge, you spotted one hulking form and another much smaller one. With a roar from your bike, you came to a stop next to them giving Douxie a fright at the sharpness of the stop. Said wizard looked a little paler than usual as he dismounted your bike. In fact he almost looked like he was going to be sick.
"Oh don’t be such a baby my driving’s fine." You rolled your eyes at the wizard's behaviour who just gave you a flabbergasted look.
"You drive like a bloody mad man love." Douxie retorted, feeling a little shaky as he approached the two trolls. Luckily, the enjoyment he’d felt at wrapping his arms around you had dulled the fear of your reckless driving. Thank god your mum and never seen you on your bike because she’d smash it to pieces if she saw the way yiu drove.
"Ah yes miss (Y/n) and Hisirdoux." Feeling the growing tension and sensing an oncoming argument, Blinky decided to interject quickly, very aware of the time pressure enough were under. He needed to get you both to the sword as soon as possible.
"Hey big guy." You smiled up at Aargh who waved one of his yeti sized hands at you, a smile lighting up his face. You’d take a liking to the pacifist.
"Hello sister of Jim." He responded, waving at Douxie as well.
"Okay no time for formalities I’m afraid. We don’t have much time if what you, miss (Y/n), are saying is true." The happy atmosphere between friends was shattered at the troll's serious demeanour, his eyes hard. Yet again you were reminded of the severity of your situation, the pressure beginning to weigh you down.
With a sharp nod, you matched the troll's serous expression with your own, brows furrowing as the troll pulled out a decaying sheet of paper. The ancient scroll rolled out into a fading map, which you quickly realised was of Arcadia.
"Here you will find Excalibur," Blinky pointed to a spot not to far from your current location the group of you peering down at the map,"but I warn you (Y/n), if you pull that sword from the stone you will have a responsibility that you cannot shed."
For a second you met the eyes of the wise old troll. Blinky had his doubts at first about you, he’d been aware of your existence much like he’d been aware of Barbara's, except you’d never met them like she had. But you’d managed to survive against all odds, and clearly had a will of steel. He just hoped you had it in you to face what was coming next.
"Thank you, both of you." You smiled up at the two, before departing, Douxie again thanking them as he followed you from out under the bridge and into the sunlight.
There was obvious signs of tension that hadnt been there before, like the way your shoulders were tensed and your hands had balled into fists, nearly crushing the map you held in one of them.
He wanted to say something, anything to comfort you. When had he gone from insulting you to ranting to comfort you ? Honestly, he had no clue.
Clearly, the two of you weren’t aware of the fine line between love and hate.
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"Are you sure about this love ?" The wizard glanced between you and the shining silver emerald of the sword not to far from you. His question was laced with worry as he watched you stare at the weapon with unreadable eyes.
It’s golden hilt shone in the sunlight, practically glowing like a firefly. Douxie repeated his question but it fell on deaf ears. It was like a glass dome had descend upon you, blocking out everything except you and the sword. Yiu couldn’t feel the wind on your face nor hear the chirping of the birds hidden in the trees. There was only you and the sword which drew you in like a lot to a flame.
Tiny, undeterminable whispers began to fill the air as you moved closer to the sword, growing in volume with every step you took. With wide eyes Douxie watched you appraoch the swor,d almost as if yiu were in a trance.
"Love ? (Y/n) w-wait !" The wizard lunged for you, to pull you back away form the sword, but it was too late.
A blast of light threw the man backwards, his back colliding hard with the grass. His body racked with coughs as he pushed himself up, swearing at the sharp pain that shot up his sides. But the swears died on his lips as his gaze fell on you.
The moment your hand wrapped around the sword it felt like everything was right. A power you’d never felt before rushed through your body, lighting your veins on fire as with ease you pulled the sword from the stone. A feat Jim hadn’t been able to compe,the but you had.
Excalibur was yours to wield.
"Excalibur is yours now child. Do better than I. Bring honour to the Pendragon bloodline., something I could not." The whispers finally took form onto a distinguishable voice, that of a man's.
"A-Arthur ?" Your question was never answered, and you were left to stare at the sword in your right hand in both horror and wonder.
It was surprisingly light for such a strong looking weapon, and the blade gleamed dangerously as it caught the sun. With an experimental swing, you sliced through the air the move to feeling as natural as holding the sword did. This made sense. The weapon, the magic it all felt right to you. Maybe this sienhat you’d been searching for so long.
A smirk lifted the corners of your lips as yiu souna round to face the flabbergasted wizard, who stared at you in of wonder, awed at the sight before him.
"So what do you think ? Am I a knight in the making ?" You joked, laughing a little as you teasingly pointed the tip of the sword at Douxie's chest who merely smirked back at you and gently pushed the sword to the side.
"I wouldn’t quite say so yet. Would you like a little training ?" He asked cockily, enjoying the look of surprise on your face as his wizard's staff materialised in his hand. Sometimes you forgot that the man was a powerful wizard.
Your smirk grew and you placed both hands on the sword, taking a defensive stance to which the wizard mirrored you. Like a stand off scene in an old western movie, you glared at each other waiting in anticipation to see who’d make the first move.
Of course you did, taking the boy by surprise as you rushed him, swinging the sword in one hand whilst kicking out a leg to knock him over.
Thankfully, Douxie hadn’t exactly been lazing about the last nine hundred years, and with practiced ease he deflected. A loud clash of weapons sent the birds hidden in the surprising trees up into the air, whilst Douxie used his other hand to grab your extended keg that had been aimed at his side, to push you off balance. With a cry of surprise you fell to the floor, letting out a squeak as you rolled to the side to avoid Douxie’s wizard staff.
"Are you trying to kill me casperan ?." You shot him a nasty glare, sprinting up to your feet. If you hadn’t dodged his attack he’d have torn into your shoulder.
However the wizard didn’t even look a tiny bit guilty and instead shot you an easy grin, twirling his staff in an effort to show off.
"Seems more like you can’t keep up with me. It’s okay love maybe you should stick to soccer." He quipped, sniggering a little at the way yiur face turned red from rage.
With a small war cry you rushed the boy again, not faltering in your onslaught of attacks, dodging and parrying him with the skills of someone who’d been wielding a weapons for decades. There was no doubt about it. You were descended from knights and magical beings.
Douxie's eyes widened in slight worry as he started to struggle to keep up with you, the tide of the battle was beginning to shift. Neither of you paused for a meonnt and slowly you began to back Douxie up, who started retreating backwards as you became to difficult to oppose. A victorious smirk crossed yiur face as the boys back hit the bark of the tree behind him, which you’d backed him up to effectively rendering him defenceless. He had no where to run and you could tell he knew he’d lost. Your grin only grew as he swore.
"Give up Casperan ?" Your sword was pressed against his staff, the two weapons shaking with the pressure you both were applying. You tried to push it down, out of the away, whilst Douxie was trying to shove you back, give himself some space to defend himself. There was mere inches between the both of yin and he could see the gleam of victory in your eyes.
Douxie knew what he was going to do next would piss you off beyond belief. Which is exactly why he did it.
"Not quite yet love." You didn’t have time to react as the wizards free hand came up, the cuff on his wrist glowing with a bright blue as a ball of energy there you off of him.
With a thud you hit the ground, not to hard but your pride was still bruised as the wizard smirked down at you. Yiu recsne door yiur sword, ready to basically butcher the i furnishing wizard, except your hand was met with empty air as yiu looekd sirens anxiisjlt for yiu wepoan.
"Oh, looking for this love ?" His condescending tone had you scrambling to your feet and rushing the taller wizard as he held the sword up and out of your reach.
"Oh come on Casperan don’t be such a duck." You grumbled, infurtsted as you jumped up to try and reclaim your weapon which he held up and out of your reach. "Seriously how old are you ?"
"Well I’m about 919, give or take a few years." The wizard jokingly said, biting back laughter as he watched dying fail again and again at reaching the spa on. Thank god for the slight height difference between the two of you.
However you suddenly stopped, an incredulous look on your face.
"Wait hold up. You’re 919 ? How is that possible ?"
The man only shrugged in response to your question, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Magic love.” He teased you, laughing as you rolled your eyes.
A part of you felt this sense of sympathy for Douxie. You’d no idea he was so old, and instead of being shocked at his age because of its abnormality you felt sad for him. How lonely to have lived so long.
Noticing the way your brows were furrowing in thought Douxie felt the atmosphere shift, no longer playful and lighthearted. It seems like your little training session was over. He lowered your sword to his side, offering the hilt of the sword to you.
Gaze flickering between him and the outstretched hilt, you gently wrapped your hand around the weapon. Though you’d had it mere minutes the blade felt so right in your hand.
There’s always been something you were searching for and maybe now you were starting to find it. Not in leaving and going far away but here. This was your destiny.
“Tell me about Merlín.” Your demand caught Douxie completely off guard, startling him further when you smiled at him and sat down.
Patting the grass next to him, you watched the dumbfounded wizard plop down beside you. He was come play taken a sack by your sudden friendly behaviour. This was new territory for the both of you.
“If you what tell me about your life...I know we weren’t on the best of terms but...maybe we can be friends ?” Eyes focused on the blade in your hands, you missed the way Douxies eyes widened comically to saucers.
This was followed by a lopsided grin as he felt the last bits of ice between you two thaw.
“I’d like that a lot.”
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Another part done ! I realise I’ve gone off track in terms of following the TV series plot but I hope that’s okay. Their new enemy and the storyline will be linked to what happens in the show. Stay tune for next chapter when we learn more about the new foe !!
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be11atrixthestrange · 3 years
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Step 12: Asking Her To Marry You
From 12 Fail-Safe Ways To Charm Hermione Granger
(Which is now complete!!)
Check it out on Ao3 or FFN!
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Asking Her To Marry You
At this point in your relationship, you’ll hopefully know her well enough to plan the perfect proposal. But don’t worry too much about perfection— if you’ve followed our advice, she’ll be charmed enough to say yes to an imperfect one too. So alas, this is where our guidance ends, your future together begins. Best of luck!
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Ron chuckled at the book’s irritating, yet unsurprising lack of advice. Annoyingly, the book was right— he no longer needed its guidance. What he needed was sleep, in fact, his body was now begging for it.
He set the book on the table beside him and curled up behind Hermione. With his face in her hair and his arm around her waist, he closed his eyes and was asleep in no time. Any anxiety about the next day was appeased by his dreams, in which his elaborate— maybe slightly exaggerated—  plan to propose went off without a hitch.
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In his dream, Hermione was the first to rise— as usual, and Ron woke to the sound of the shower. Ron watched himself stumble out of bed and into the steam to join her, where she enthusiastically embraced him, jumped into his arms, and wrapped her legs around his waist. He pinned her to the wall and kissed her lips, her cheeks and her neck before working his way down her body. Dream-Ron moved his mouth between her legs while Hermione gripped his hair and slipped her thigh over his shoulder. Pleased with his own technique, Ron smugly watched on as Hermione unravelled, and he hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time that day Dream-Ron would invoke such an enthusiastic exclamation while down on one knee.
Almost too suddenly, the shower scene morphed and shifted like a memory transition in a pensive. Dream-Ron was in the kitchen, and Hermione was curled up in the living room with a book. Pots and pans sizzled on the stove, and the scent of a hearty breakfast filled the air. The tea-kettle whistled and he poured two cups before piling their plates high with food. They sat cozily on the sofa, eating breakfast and confirming plans for the day.
The walls of their apartment then faded away, rematerializing into what appeared to be a blend of a nearby bookstore and the Hogwarts library. Ron and Hermione were quickly engulfed by the maze of bookshelves. Hermione’s mind was always turning, looking for problems to solve and puzzles to complete, so she didn’t protest when Ron handed her the first book— Wuthering Heights, and told her he’d set up a puzzle for her to solve. In that book he’d dog-eared a page, and circled letters that named the title of the next one. Ron saw a smile spread across her face as she began her hunt, excitedly flipping through each novel until her stack included Wuthering Heights, as well as Iliad, Little Women, Life of Pi, Year of Wonders, Oliver Twist, and Utopia.
Hermione became so engrossed in the scavenger hunt that she didn’t notice Dream-Ron leave the bookshop. She had no problem finding the rest of the books, and was soon holding a stack of blurry titles which Ron knew to be Moby Dick, Alice in Wonderland, Robinson Crusoe, Rabbit Hill, Youngblood Hawke, and Mansfield Park. There was just one more to find— Jane Austen’s ‘Emma’, which happened to be a portkey enchanted to bring her to Grimmauld Place.
It might have seemed like a random assortment of books, but it wasn’t. Ron had spent significant effort locating these exact titles, and he could list them in order by memory, and as a result, they’d been swimming in his dreams for quite some time now. He knew Hermione was clever enough to figure out the pattern, possibly too clever— so much so that she might miss the connection entirely. After all, she frequently overlooked what was right under her nose.
As soon as she laid her hand on Emma, the walls of the Corner Books—Hogwarts Library hybrid started spinning, morphing into the drawing room of Grimmauld Place as if it had taken a long swig of polyjuice potion. Soon enough, Hermione was standing face-to-face with Harry and Ginny.
“Hermione!” Ginny said excitedly. “You made it!”
“Where’s Ron?” she asked excitedly.
Harry answered by handing her another scrawl of paper.
Meet me in the place we first kissed. You’re clever enough to find out how.
Hermione looked up at Harry and Ginny, letting slip a little huff of annoyance. “That would be the room of requirement.”
Ginny shrugged, as tight-lipped as Ron had told her to be.
“The only way to get there is with a house elf—“
“Keep reading,” said Harry.
Hermione glanced back down to the note.
Ps: Remember what I said to earn that kiss!
Hermione scowled at the note.
Harry nodded. “I can summon Kreacher if you want—“
“No!” she said, and Dream-Ron smiled. Just like at the battle of Hogwarts, he would never force house elves to be part of his proposal plan, and he understood her well enough to assume she knew that. “There’s another way.”
Harry smiled and gestured to the rest of the house. “Have fun.”
The world spun around her once again, shifting into another room upstairs. Hermione was suddenly standing in front of one of the Vanishing Cabinets that the Aurors had confiscated from an ex-Death Eater months prior. In his dream, the cabinet was a bit more obvious than in reality. It was tall, colorful, and bursting with energy as though it were alive, unlike the dull, dark, and sinister version that actually existed. Even though the cabinet looked fun and enticing in the dream, Dream-Hermione was still a skeptic, so she stood in front of it with her arms crossed, her face scrunched up as though it had called her a dirty word.
Ron had pulled some serious strings to set the second one up in the Room of Requirement, but luckily, McGonagall was as much of a hopeless romantic as he was. Hermione continued to study the cabinet from a distance, as if checking for dark magic, and he understood her hesitation of course— she had no way of knowing where its sibling was. She gingerly opened the door to find another note scribbled inside.
You found it! See you on the other side.
Hermione beamed, and then to his confusion, dropped her bag to the floor, hastily removing books. When her bag appeared empty, she piled two books back in— Year of Wonders and Emma.
Interesting. Ron wasn’t going to pretend to understand that choice, even in a dream-state.
He shrugged it off, which was easy to do once distracted by the look of pure giddiness on her face as she disappeared inside.
Grimmauld Place faded away, and its place appeared the Room of Requirement. Not that it was recognizable as such— Ron had asked the Room of Requirement to look a very specific way, and of course, it had obliged, exceeding all expectations. Hermione stepped out of the cabinet into what appeared to be a train compartment on the Hogwarts Express, just like the one where he had first met her.
She looked around, and tears filled her eyes as the memories of their first encounter flooded in. On the cabinet door was another note, which she unstuck from the wall with a trembling hand.
This is where we met! It’s also where I first realized how much I valued the opinion of that precocious know-it-all, Hermione Granger. I still check for dirt on my nose everyday.
Hermione shakily laughed, and wiped a tear from her eyes with her free hand. Then the train compartment doors slid open to reveal another room. This time it was a bathroom, much like the one where she nearly lost her life to a rogue troll when they were eleven.
She shuddered at the memory, but grinned when she noticed the writing on the wall.
This is where I learned exactly how desperate I was for your forgiveness, and how far I was willing to go to earn your friendship. Thank you for teaching me how to pronounce Wingardium Leviosa.
Her eyes watered again, blurring her vision so that she nearly missed the door sliding open again to reveal the next room. Patting her sleeve to her eyes, she stepped out of the bathroom and into the Great Hall, which was all dolled up for the Yule Ball. The Weird Sisters playing loudly in the background was a stark contrast to the soft decorations and draping lights which looked exactly as romantic as they did in their fourth year.
This time, however, the lights spelled out a message.
This where I realized I fancied you.
Hermione laughed, clearly not as saddened by the memory as she could have been. Instead, she appeared grateful for the event that made Ron’s daft teenage self realize she was not just any girl.
A pair of doors appeared across the room, and Hermione continued her way through, admiring the decorations with a soft smile on her face. When she exited, she found herself in the Gryffindor Common Room— more specifically— the armchairs and fireplace where they had spent so many nights huddled up close to one another, studying, talking, or simply sitting in comfortable silence.
Her eyes paused on a message plastered on the wall, just above the fire.
This is where I fell irrevocably in love with you.
She looked longingly at those chairs, like she wanted to take a seat by the fire and curl up with a blanket and a book. He could clearly imagine her eyes scanning the pages, her fingers drifting over the words as if touching them would make them real, and her lips forming into a content smile as the day’s stress left her body. It was a beautiful image of her in her default state, a picture that was one hundred percent Hermione. He’d never seen her happier anywhere else.
Dream-Ron had appeared behind her. He cleared his throat, and Hermione turned on her heels to face him, her eyes instantly re-watering at the sight of him.
“Hermione,” he began, his voice shaking with nerves. “I know that you don’t like surprises, so I hope this doesn’t come as one.”
Her lips quivered and she brought a trembling hand to her face to absorb the tears that were now falling freely down her face.
“I even spelled it out for you in the bookstore, so I hope you’ve had time to think of your answer.” She softly laughed and her eyes sparkled when he reached into his pocket and took a step toward her, lowering himself to one knee. With a shaky inhale to prepare, he asked the question. “Hermione Granger, will you marry me?”
Dream-Ron’s voice cracked like he was a teenager asking her to a dance, and he half expected her to look at him in confusion, and ask “what?”
But that’s not what happened. She was lost for words, and answered with her head which bobbed up and down as she ran toward him. He opened his arms to embrace her, but she halted.
“Wait!”
She dug into her bag, and pulled out the two books she had purposefully brought with her, Year of Wonders, and Emma. She handed them to Dream-Ron, who looked them over with an amused grin on his face, while she dove back into her bag. She pulled out a third— one that was not from the bookstore. Pride and Prejudice— her favorite book, the one she always has with her. It all made sense now.
Year of Wonders
Emma
Pride and Prejudice
Holding all three books, Dream-Ron smiled up at her. “Is… this a yes?”
“Well, seeing as I don’t have an S, it’s a ‘Yep’,” she said, before finally diving into his embrace as the books tumbled from his arms like basilisk fangs.
He had forgone all effort to keep from crying, and so had she. He momentarily pulled away from the hug to slide the ring onto her finger. It took a couple tries with their trembling hands, but then she fell heavier into his arms and he tightened his embrace. He lifted her up and carried her to an armchair, and they sat intertwined by the crackling fire, hugging, kissing, and crying into each other’s hair.
Ron half expected the room to shape-shift again, bringing them to the celebration at the Burrow where their families were waiting, but his dream never got that far. Their embrace in the armchairs began to feel even more real, and soon enough, the Gryffindor Common Room was fading to black.
xxxxx
Ron awoke in his own bed, his arms still wrapped solidly around Hermione. The sun was shining through the window, sending a beam of light to the floor where Crookshanks slept, belly up, as if he was trying to photosynthesize. Hermione began to shift restlessly in her sleep, groaning, as the light knocked on her eyelids like an unwelcome solicitor..
Reality set in, and it would have been easy to feel sad upon realizing his perfectly-executed proposal was all a dream. But instead, Ron just felt giddy with excitement. This could very well be the start of the best day of his life.
As long as everything went according to plan.
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“To Ron and Hermione!” exclaimed Arthur, reaching his champagne glass straight up into the air.
“To Ron and Hermione!” echoed a chorus of Weasleys, Grangers, and a Potter.
Glasses clinked, champagne splashed, and a beaming Ron slipped an arm around Hermione to pull her close to him. She tilted her head up to his, and he leaned in to capture her lips in a kiss. He felt her arms wrap around his middle and vaguely heard a few whistles in the background.
Ron and Hermione. It always had a ring to it.
No time had been wasted before preparing The Burrow for the celebration. CONGRATULATIONS was magically written on the wall in capitalized, tinsel-like lettering that flashed red and gold. Jean and Molly had prepared an impressive spread, which rivaled Hogwarts welcoming feasts. Hugo was already mentoring Arthur in the art of mixology, while Charlie and George eagerly volunteered to taste test each new cocktail. There was a cake shaped like an engagement ring, and it appeared that Ginny had gotten to it, because the words “about fucking time” were scribbled across in icing.
“So, Darling,” said Jean, as she refilled her champagne glass. “Aren’t you going to tell us how he proposed?”
“Yes, dear! Please tell everyone!” echoed Molly.
Hermione, who had just taken an unusually large bite of watermelon, replied with a look of surprise, as if for some reason she hadn’t expected that question. She slowly chewed, buying herself some time, and sent a panicked glance in Ron’s direction. A silent conversation followed.
How much do I tell them?
That’s up to you.
They squinted at each other for a few more moments, finalizing the details of their abridged story. Then Hermione turned back to her mom. “I’d love to tell that story.”
xxxxx
Earlier that day...
“Good morning,” were the first words Ron mumbled at the start of the best day of his life.
“Morning,” she muttered back.
He snaked his arm around her and pulled her close. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said, sending him a look of slight confusion at his eager confession of love. “I’ll be right back,” she added before hastily untangling himself from her arms, and bolting to the bathroom.
Ron groggily rolled out of bed to get dressed for the day. He opened the drawer of his nightstand to find the small velvet ring-box, and slipped it into his pocket before hobbling into the kitchen to make tea and start breakfast. He filled two mugs and set them aside to cool off while breakfast sizzled on the stove. His stomach twisted in a combination of hunger and nerves as he shuffled eggs around in the pan, planning out how he would introduce today’s activities. Luring her to the bookstore should be easy enough, but he hoped she was feeling up to the rest of the adventure.
He heard the shower starting upstairs, and turned the stove down to low. Remembering the colorful beginning of last night’s dream, he stumbled back into the bedroom, hoping Hermione wouldn’t mind a visitor. He presumptuously pulled off his shirt before cracking open the door to unleash a flume of steam into the bedroom.
Ron froze at the sight of Hermione. The shower was running in the background, but she was crouched on the tile floor, hovering her face over the toilet while she wretched. One hand wrangled her hair behind her head, while the other supported her weight on the floor.
Fuck.
“Hermione,” stammered Ron. “Are… are you ok?” He rushed to her side and knelt down, taking her hair from her hands. He cleared some loose strands away from her face while she gently shook her head.
“No,” she groaned. “Not okay—” her body interrupted her as she heaved again.
“Well, shit, Hermione,” he said softly, hoping his disappointment didn’t sour his words. Hermione rarely threw up. In fact, the last time he recalled had been during a panic attack in Australia before they found her parents. It suddenly occurred to him that this was the first time he’d held her hair on a bathroom floor while she vomited into the toilet. He felt a strange sense of pride, as if they had reached a new relationship milestone.
As his hopes for a smooth-sailing proposal started to fade, there was a part of him that considered asking her right there on the bathroom floor. It would have been the least romantic way to do it, and she’d probably hate him for it, but he doubted she’d say no. Something about seeing her in such a vulnerable state made his heart swell, and he wanted her to know it was that it was her humanity that he fell in love with.
Fuck, he’d marry her on a bathroom floor with vomit on her face, no question about it.
She grimaced and groaned, then leaned over the toilet yet again, and Ron gently held her close and rubbed her back as she suffered through the next wave of nausea.
He could maybe wait a little longer.
Eventually she stood up and wiped her face, revealing an expression of utter embarrassment. “Thank you,” she whispered, pointedly looking away from him. “I’m going to shower now.”
Ron scoured his mind for something to say that might make her feel less awkward. His randy brain landed on, “do you mind if I join you?”
Hermione paused, then laughed. “You want to shower with me?” she asked incredulously. “After that?” she added, motioning toward the bathroom floor.
“Well… always,” shrugged Ron.
“Sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t exactly feel sexy right now.”
He wanted to tell her how wrong she was, and that his attraction to her was unconditional, but worried it would have come off insincere. “Ok. Breakfast is ready in the kitchen—”
“About that,” she interrupted. “It smells wonderful but…” she trailed off, motioning to the toilet where she’d left last night’s meal.
“Right,” said Ron. “Would porridge be better?”
“Yes.”
“Ok then. Porridge it is.”
“Thank you.”
Once in the kitchen, Ron scraped the remaining eggs and veggies into a leftovers box, and stored them in the refrigerator, before getting started on a gentler, blander breakfast.
To contrast the flavorless porridge he was making, Ron’s mind shifted into overdrive, trying to rework his proposal plan to consider Hermione’s nausea. Portkeys could upset even the strongest stomachs, and the Vanishing Cabinet was no walk in the park either. He had planned to floo to the Burrow from Grimmauld Place after returning together in the Vanishing Cabinet, and at the very least, they could always floo to the Burrow early…
Fuck.
Ron tried to keep an open mind about the day ahead. Maybe Hermione would be feeling better after her shower, and a trip to the bookstore would cheer her up. If that didn’t work, maybe his mum would be able to push the celebration back a day, and he could try tomorrow.
Everything was going to be fine.
He doubted that even more when Hermione never returned to the kitchen. Thinking he’d better go check on her, he left breakfast on the counter for the second time, and made his way back to the bedroom.
She had returned to the same place as before, crouched on the bathroom floor, head bowed over the toilet. She looked pale and sullen, and hadn’t bothered to change into day clothes or dry her hair after her shower. Her sopping wet hair stuck firmly to her towel which seemed to absorb enough water to save their neglected houseplants and she sat on the tile with the heaviness of a bag of flour.
“Hermione?” Ron asked tenderly.
She shook her head, and covered her face with her hands.
“You’re not feeling any better,” he said.
Hermione shrugged.
Ron willed himself to emotionally detach from the remaining images of Hermione in a bookstore, the Room of Requirement, and the Burrow and sat down next to her. With a closer look at her face he realized she was crying.
Fuck.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, as he slipped an arm around her. “I’m worried about you. You’re never sick.”
She turned into him and buried her face in his chest, mumbling something incoherent.
“Sorry?” he said, pulling her close to him so he could hear her better.
Lifting her face from his chest for a brief moment, she said, “We haven’t been spending mornings together.”
She was right, their schedules had never lined up enough to enjoy waking up at the same time, and as of late that was even more true. “Hermione,” he whispered. “Has this been happening a lot?”
Hermione nodded and pressed her face back into his chest. She spoke so softly against his shirt that he might not have heard her, but the words demanded his attention. “Ron, I’m pregnant.”
The images that had been dancing in Ron’s mind were still there— Hermione gathering books, searching for the Vanishing Cabinet at Grimmauld Place, wandering through Ron’s memories, and embracing him by the fire in the common room. It almost felt that his mind was expanding so that those images took up less and less space, because they weren’t actually real, and this was.
In all that extra space, his mind cycled through visions of his future, playing memories yet to be made. For the first time since he had decided to ask her to marry him, proposing felt like a simple task because he saw far beyond that now. He wanted to ask her, but then he wanted to hold her hair if she got sick again. He wanted to run out at weird hours of the night to buy the food she craved. He wanted to go to that bookstore, not so she could partake in his scavenger hunt, but so he could buy all the books about pregnancy and parenting.
“Are you serious?” were the words that tumbled out of his mouth, dripping with pure excitement. She nodded affirmatively, and an involuntary smile spread across his face.  He reached a hand to her cheek to wipe away a tear, before landing his lips on her forehead.
He felt her grinning under his hand, seemingly pleased at his positive reaction. Her excitement gave her next question a melody. “Well...what do you want to do?” She asked it confidently, like she already knew what he would say.
But she didn't know.
“I want to marry you,” he stated, like it was the most obvious question in the world.
She pulled away and squinted skeptically at him as if he might be joking, but there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes.
He then reached into his pocket, pulled out the ring box, and popped it open to reveal a beautiful solitaire ring— simple, understated, yet timeless, just like Hermione.  Then a smile enveloped her face and she didn’t need to say anything at all. She leaned into his embrace, and he felt tears leaking from his eyes, elation on his face, and nothing but happiness.
They sat there intertwined and crying for some time until he realized she’d never actually answered. “So… will you?”
She responded wordlessly, with an enthusiastic nod against his chest, and he slipped the ring onto her finger.
It really felt like the rest of the world had disappeared and they were alone, the only people that mattered. When reality started to filter back, Ron had to chuckle at the sudden realization of what room they were in. It was almost funny how much effort he had put into planning out the perfect day, only to propose to Hermione on a bathroom floor.
“I had a better plan, you know,” he said finally. “To ask you.”
She shook her head and mumbled into his chest. “This was perfect.”
Maybe it was. Their friendship began in a bathroom, as did their relationship nearly eight years later, so it was quite fitting that he proposed in one too. He’d have to save his scavenger hunt for another occasion, but that was ok. He had a lifetime of opportunities ahead.
To outsiders, it might not be the most romantic story. Luckily, Ron didn’t give a fuck what outsiders thought, because he had Hermione.
xxxxx
“We had just woken up and were getting ready for the day. We got to talking, and I asked him what he wanted to do,” she said, wiping a stray tear from her face. “He said ‘I want to marry you.’ I... didn’t see it coming at all.”
Ron was thankful for the fact that his lopsided grin was pretty much stuck to his face, otherwise he might have winced. As he had predicted, Hermione had left out the most important piece of information. Without it, it all sounded rather unremarkable.
“Out of the blue?” asked Molly, her eyebrows raised.
In his peripheral vision, Ron saw Harry and Ginny exchange a knowing glance.
“Out of the blue.” said Hermione, before taking another big bite of her watermelon slice.
“I think that’s so romantic!” Jean had one hand resting on her heart, and her eyes sparkled with tears. “Ron, did you plan it like that?”
Ron inhaled sharply at the sound of his name. “Um, well no, actually,” he said, sending a reassuring look toward Hermione. “I had something more elaborate planned.”
“Then what happened?”
Ron grinned as he watched Hermione show off her ring to Ginny and Angelina who had appeared at her shoulder. “I just couldn’t wait any longer.”
Molly and Jean’s soft smiles and sparkling eyes suggested they were satisfied by that answer.
The celebrations continued into the evening hours, and sometime after dinner, Ron appeared at Hugo and Arthur’s makeshift bar to find that Hugo already had a drink waiting for him.
“Congratulations again, son!” said Arthur, before engulfing him in another hug.
“Thanks Dad,” he said.
“I’m going to check on my future daughter-in-law!” he said excitedly. “I’ll see if she wants a drink.”
Arthur scurried away, leaving Ron alone with Hugo.
“I already made you an Alexander,” Hugo said, sliding the drink across the table to Ron. “Made one for Hermione too.”
Ron felt his ears turning crimson, as if he’d been caught in a lie. Now was not the time to inform Hugo why his daughter wasn’t drinking. He would just have to drink for two today.
However, Hugo was quite observant. In a whisper he added, “there’s no alcohol in hers.”
Ron met Hugo’s unflinching gaze, and the two men stared at each other for an uncomfortable pause. The tension finally broke when Hugo smiled, and Ron felt a wave of relief. “How did you know?”
Hugo chuckled. “I’ve never seen her eat watermelon.” He took a dramatic swig of his own drink before continuing. “But Jean couldn’t get enough of it when she was pregnant with Hermione.”
Ron glanced over at Hermione, who was working her way through yet another slice of watermelon. He tried to remember the last time he’d seen her eating it, but was drawing a blank.
Hugo brought him out of his memories. “I guess our conversation about contraception was for shit.”
If Ron had just met Hugo, he might have put more effort into formulating a diplomatic answer. He might have interpreted his pursed lips as stern disapproval rather than a weak attempt to prevent himself from laughing at his own joke. He definitely would not have burst out laughing and answered the way he did.
“Total shit.”
Encouraged by a few cocktails, Hugo grinned widely and unleashed a hearty laugh. Then he did something surprising. He put down his glass, circled the table, and opened his arms to embrace Ron.
“I’m happy for you, son,” he said softly. “I hope you’re happy too.”
Ron saw no reason to hold back his tears, so he didn’t. He had always assumed his future father-in-law would consider Ron's happiness simply an extension of his daughter’s, but Hugo proved him wrong. This was a man who cared about him deeply, as if he was his own son and Ron could feel it. “I’ve never been happier.”
Hugo pulled him to arms length. Ron noticed a tear on his cheek and felt another wave of connection with the man. With a pat on his shoulder, he turned back to the bar and grabbed both glasses. “Now go have a drink. Have some fun,” he said before adding with a wink, “while you can.”
Ron found Hermione discussing wedding plans in the living room with Ginny and Angelina, and slid into a seat on the armrest of her chair. He pressed the glass into her hand and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “non-alcoholic.”
She looked up at him and mouthed, thank you, before leaning against him while he slipped his arm around her.
Ginny was smiling at them as more Weasleys piled into the living room. Seeing Ron and Hermione together ignited another toast from the group. “To Ron and Hermione.”
“To Ron and Hermione!” echoed the crowd.
Plus one.
He’d never been more excited about anything in his life, and it was clearly evident by his expression. When she clicked her glass against his and looked him right in the eyes, he saw his own elation reflecting back at him, and knew she felt the same way. They had come so far, but their story was only just beginning.
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A look inside his world
Summary: Oliver finds out a few things about Marcus
@raviliuz I hope you enjoy it!
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1. His friends
Of course he had friends. Most people did. Even Slytherins. Still, Oliver hadn't fathomed that Marcus did, given his general demeanor. He always seemed like he didn't, or rather, that he didn't care if he did or not. But he did.
Adrian was the closest thing to a brother he had. He was a year younger, in Oliver's year and the complete opposite of Marcus. Quiet, studious, kinder than anyone else in his house; Oliver had heard other students refer to him as the Hufflepuff of Slytherin.
Marcus was protective of Adrian. Oliver learned that some of the Slytherins would try to bully Adrian for his different views and attitude, which they found revolting for a Slytherin. But Marcus, he'd use the fact that most students were afraid of him to his advantage. Honestly, that part puzzled Oliver. Marcus wasn't very big, height wise-he was around his size-and his muscles weren't remarkably; but Oliver despised bullying so if that made everyone else leave Adrian alone then so be it.
They did almost everything together: class, meals, quidditch, hung around the outside or common room together. Oliver saw a tenderness between them that Marcus usually reserved for him, few and far between at that. He wasn't really affectionate, being that, until Oliver came around, he didn't receive it and even now, he would grow visibly uncomfortable, wearing an awkward that was rather unsettling for Oliver to see. However, there were times when Marcus would lightly nudged Adrian or ruffle his hair in a quick manner, just barely messing it up.
It had also been thoroughly important to Marcus that Oliver and Adrian get to know each other. It wasn't so much that he asked Oliver, either. Rather, he told him that Adrian would be at the Three Broomsticks and he was to join him at seven, no later.
2. His personality
Many people thought they knew Marcus with just a few words: cheater, angry, troll.
But Marcus was more than that (and he didnt have any troll blood in him. Oliver asked and took his boyfriend's eye roll as a no); once they were alone, away from the prying eyes and ears and gossipy students who had nothing better to do, he would then let his guard down. It allowed Oliver to see a softer side.
Granted, he was no romeo. He didn't make it a habit of calling Oliver affectionate nicknames, he wasn't the sort to plan elaborate dates or do more than pull Oliver into his side, awkwardly patting his back when he was upset. Actually, he was still a git ninety-nine percent of the time, being one of the many, many reasons that they fought.
But still, the side was something that Oliver saw. He was less tense, the anger would subside slightly and he actually relaxed. Sometimes, rarely, he'd lay his head in Oliver's lap, nearly falling asleep from the fingers that would thread through his hair absentmindedly.
Beyond that, few things had changed once they got together. He was still wildly competitive, still bragged about his house's win if they achieved one and, funny enough, worked his team harder than Oliver worked his, feeling as though he needed to impress him. It was amusing to Oliver, who would try to suppress a snicker.
3. His family
Marcus didn't have the best family. Oliver pitied him, having come from a family that valued togetherness and love.
Marcus' parents were cold, so unlike his own. They threatened to disown their son if he made any other house than Slytherin, and practically put him in the hospital when they learned he had to come back for another year. They were regularly smacking him around, making snide remarks and on a few occasions, using the cruciatus curse on him.
Oliver had been horrified to find that information out from Adrian. His first instinct was to find Marcus and hold him tight as he could, making fierce declarations of his love. Of course, he couldn't. Marcus would know that Adrian had blabbed and he was the last person who wanted pity.
So, for the longest time, he didn't mention. Didn't mention that he knew of the secrets that Marcus had tried to hide, that explained his aversion to touching and disassociation with happiness and love. He never had it to begin with.
Oliver made it a point of hugging him a second longer, telling him he loved him an extra time or two, genuinely complimenting. Stuff like that. It was all he could do and Marcus never suspected a thing (although he would give him a strange look from time to time).
4. His views
Before they'd gotten together, by pushing from both Adrian and Percy, who were up to here with exasperation, Oliver thought he knew how Marcus thought, what he believed.
All Slytherins believed in blood purity and would follow You-Know-Who till their dying day. That's what Oliver thought that Marcus was about and never thought that, perhaps, it might be different.
Marcus, as it turned out, didn't think that way. He was more neutral. He didn't think muggleborns were any less powerful, somehow beneath him and had never uttered the word "mudblood" except for the sake of keeping up appearances. He also learned that both Marcus and Adrian disliked the Malfoy spawn greatly and were more than annoyed that he replaced Higgs as seeker, seeing as he wasn't even that good.
Other than Adrian and Oliver, himself, no one else could know. There was too big of a risk for that to happen, should his family or some other family that was supportive of You-Know-Who come to find out. He'd be killed, dumped somewhere carelessly without a second thought.
For now, until it became safer, until the day he had to let the world know where his true loyalties were, he had to keep them hidden.
5. His intelligence
Most people believed that Marcus was stupid, especially for having to repeat a year, something of which had not happened for who knows how long in Hogwarts history.
But Oliver knew better. His boyfriend wasn't stupid or lazy or whatever else the students rumored him to be. He just didn't get it, it didn't click so easily like it did for students like Percy or the Granger girl.
If only he wasn't so stubborn and would accept help. Percy had offered to tutor him in the various subjects that he was having difficulty in (which was all of them), but Marcus vehemently refused, looking like he wanted to throttle Percy. Luckily, Oliver stepped in, thanking Percy on behalf of Marcus before any of that could happen.
Oliver knew why, why he didn't accept help and avoided any talk about the subject by shutting it down instantly-he was embarrassed. Marcus tried not to let it show, acting as if he was indifferent to the whole thing, almost glad because now he had another year of quidditch and could graduate with Oliver and Adrian, but when it really came down to it, he was angry.
Angry at himself for letting this happen. Angry for how stupid he felt he was and angry at everyone else that whispered to their friends, snickering at him and his situation.
That whole year, while simultaneously strategizing about winning the quidditch cup, Oliver had been determined to assist Marcus in his school work. He was the only one, on occasion Adrian, too, that could coax Marcus into letting him check over what he'd written or practice a spell by making it into a competition.
And it worked well. Marcus just needed a little help. That year, he managed to get a total of seven N.E.W.T.S and had been very proud (in his own Marcus way) to mail the letter to Oliver after he received it.
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Marcus Flint was not what Oliver expected him to be. The angry brute on the quidditch field was only a small part of him. He was loyal to those that earned his trust. He was cunning in his own right. He was smart in those areas he'd been able to master such as Defense.
And later on, a few years later, when he, Adrian, Oliver and Percy fought side by side during the battle, he showed his bravery, fighting against his own father.
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elles-writing · 3 years
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Monster - Kili x fem!reader - Day 5/13
Monster
Pairing: Kili x reader
Warnings/triggers: none
Genre: fluff
Word: Monster – Day 5/13
Word count: 2328
A/N: I feel like I can’t write angst or just any other genre than fluff, because it comes out as a fluff anyways. I prepared angst, came out as fluff. Also, I try to write for ther characters, but then I think of Kili again and it’s just like...no. Alright then. Let’s roll with it.
Tags: @dumbassunderthemountain @artsywaterlily @red-riding @moony-artnstuff​
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It was another day at the quest. You, thirteen dwarves, and a wizard. No, this isn’t a beginning of a joke, that was your everyday reality now and for following few months.
You were traveling from your home village to Rivendell. Gandalf found you and picked you up, because you lost your way. He talked with you for a while then, and when he found out where you were going, he offered you to join a thirteen dwarves and a hobbit on a journey to reclaim Erebor. And that’s how you ended up with the Company.
It was a nice, sunny day. It wasn’t too long after the journey started, and you were having a stop for the night a bit earlier.
You grinned madly at the sight of butterflies and flowers in bright colours. You stood in this meadow, looking curiously at the sight around, and remembered, how often you thought about how it’s going to look like in Rivendell, because of all of those stories that were told in your village. You considered this meadow as beautiful. So, how does the kingdom of elves looks like then, if ‚words cannot describe the beauty and delication of all those elves‘?
Fili and Kili were sitting behind you, partly because they were keeping an eye on you, and because it was a nice time, to finally rest. Most of the dwarves were futher away. Maybe they found a small river and decided to take a bath.
Kili looked up at you, afternoon sun making his eyes closer to colour of a dark caramel, rather than a chocolate. You didn’t noticed that, though. You were concentrated on the land around.
Fili nudged his brother, and Kili’s eyes averted from you to his brother.
„What’s going on, Fee?“ At that moment, you three overheard Thorin to say,
„Kili, Y/N, you are on a pony duty today!“ You smirked to yourself. After the accident with the trolls a few days ago, Thorin didn’t let Fili and Kili to be together on pony duty.
Kili’s eyes widened, and Fili nudged him. You didn’t noticed that, finding the brothers rather reckless and somehow got the impression of you not being able to get along too well, them being a bit too loud, so you just sticked to Bilbo and Bofur, Bilbo being a confused and adorable, well, hobbit, and Bofur was like the father of the Company at some point, making everyone to feel welcomed. Then, there was Dori, who was the mother hen, and Balin, whom was like a grandfather.
With others, well, it was interesting, to say at least.
Ori was really shy, and you felt like he was even afraid of you at some point. Dwalin was scaring you just by his appearance, and you truly didn’t wanted to experience when he was truly mad or just annoyed. Thorin, just like Dwalin, wasn’t one to mess up with, for obvious reasons (you’ve also overheard something about Durin’s-death-glare from Fili and Kili, and sure you didn’t wanted to experience that, though they could be only joking to make you scared). Most of them were confused of what a human was doing on a quest, that was supposed to be only dwarvish concern.
But when Gandalf said so, there was no way he would change his mind.
And Thorin realized that quickly.
It wasn’t like he would dislike you that much as Billbo. He wasn’t paying you too much attention, maybe because you were capable in fight by your own and were a woman, so maybe he felt this way because he had a sister.
You turned to them and looked down at Kili with a cheeky grin.
„Kili, what’s going on?“ You noticed his face, being flushed. Fili wiggled his eyebrows while smoking his pipe and nudged Kili by his leg.
„Go ahead, Kee.“ You furrowed your brows.
„Kili, you should maybe take off that coat, your whole face is red. It’s warm today, you don’t need it. I believe Fili won’t do anything to it while we’re taking care of the...ponies and my horse.“ When his cheeks reddened even more, you placed your hands on your hips and heavily sighed, while Fili was chuckling. Sometimes you were too nice and overlooked other meanings of things, he thought.
„Alright, I’ll go ahead, you can join me later.“ You said and walked towards the ponies. Kili let out a breath and Fili chuckled, while Kili shot him a glare.
„Aw, look, my baby brother has a crush. Amad would be proud of you, too,“ He said in more of a high-pitched voice, and Kili averted his gaze, shook his head and snorted.
„You’re being riddiculous.“ Fili smirked.
„Am I? She was concerned about you. Why don’t you take your coat off, anyways? She was right, your face is almost unhealthy red.“ He chuckled again to himself and Kili rolled his eyes.
„Her name is Y/N, Fee. Besides, I don’t really fancy humans.“ Kili remarked. Fili rolled his blue eyes.
„Oh yes, of course. You look at her like she’s been crafted by Mahal himself and you always listen to her when she talks. Ah, and whenever she talks with somebody else? If your puppy-looks could kill, the whole Company would be dead. Tsk tsk brother.“ Kili shot him a glare and opened his mouth.
„I’ve never done that!“ Fili quietly laughed.
„If you say so,“
„Kili, it’s your turn on pony duty with Y/N.“ Thorin said when he noticed his two nephews bickering once again, since the beginning of the journey.
He didn’t knew what was it about, but Balin told him it may be because of the woman, Y/N, whom Gandalf took along on this journey with them. It always seemed like Fili was teasing Kili about something about her. Though Thorin didn’t had time for their bickering, ever since they were dwarflings and started with it, this situation seemed to be different. He wasn’t sure what to do about it, though he didn’t let anyone to see that.
Thorin turned to Balin.
„Are you sure it's because of Y/N, Balin?“ He asked. Balin looked to Thorin's nephews. Fili was laughing and Kili was quickly standing up and he could see his deep red cheeks, through he had his head down, so no-one would notice (or at least he hoped so). When Fili said something else to him, Kili just murmed something else and quickly walked away, leaving laughing Fili (who almost fell over) behind.
„I am, Thorin. I've noticed the way he looks at her, when he thinks nobody's looking, and overheard something from their earlier conversations,“ He said matter-of-factly. Thorin frowned.
„Do you think she...?“ Thorin said, not wanting Kili's heart to be broken. Balin shrugged his shoulders.
„Who knows? She's not really around them two. She's quite quiet, so maybe she finds them both a bit too loud.“ Balin looked sleepishly at Thorin.
„Was that your intention, Thorin?“ He frowned.
„What was my intention?“ Balin pointed towards the ponies.
„To pair them up for pony duty today.“ Thorin looked down.
„It was not my intention in a love-matter, but she seems to be careful and responsible with the ponies.“ The older dwarf patted his shoulder.
„We will see how it goes.“
Meanwhile, Kili, out of his coat, found you, patting the ponies and yours and Gandalf’s horses. You turned around and huffed.
„Finally you’re here, Kili. C’mon, look for these four ponies while I’m taking care of these,“ You said, pointing to the place where he was supposed to look after them. His eyes widened.
„You know-you know my name?“ You chuckled.
„Yes, of course I do.“ You slightly furrowed your brows when he was just standing there, with slight smile forming on his face.
„Ahem, the ponies, Kili.“ You adressed him. He jumped up.
„Oh, of course, Y/N.“ His lips formed into his mischievous grin he usually worn, and before you’d say ‚Erebor‘, he was watching over  the four ponies.
Fili was sitting on the grass, watching the butterflies, when Balin sat down to him. He didn’t said anything for a while. Then he spoke.
„I’ve noticed you and Kili to be arguing a while ago. Shall we be concerned?“ He asked half-jokingly. Fili smiled and shook his head.
„No, there’s no need to be concerned, Master Balin. Only my little brother has developed feelings for a certain woman, but he doesn’t want to admit it.“ Balin smiled and nodded.
„Then, laddie, we need to do something about it, doesn’t we?“ Fili looked over to see Kili peeking at you, his eyes were basically sending you hearts. (Fili snorted and rolled his eyes.)
Which you seemed to be successfully ignoring, mostly because your back was turned to him and you were feeding Gandalf’s horse.
Fili sighed. „Surely we need to, but do you think she likes him back? She doesn’t seem to be very fond of him. Of us both though, to be correct.“ Balin patted his shoulder.
„She is a quiet lady, Fili, and you two are maybe a bit loud for her liking. But before you jump into pairing Y/N and Kili, we need to find out if she is fond of him too,“ Balin told him.
You didn’t suspected a thing, and Kili too.
A few days later, it was supposed to be your turn with cooking. Yours and Kili’s, to be exact.
Well, it was you and Fili, who was the first whom was told by Thorin, but Fili looked at his brother, with knowing look, and to Kili’s annoyance, said.
„I believe Kili here would be happy to do that instead.“ One of the dwarves snorted.
„Kili? Cooking?“ You, according to a plan, made between Fili, Balin, Bofur, Bilbo and somehow evenThorin, would defend Kili right away, like you’d do with anyone else. It worked.
„So what? It’s not like the last time Kili and Bilbo were cooking, it ended up as overcooked, or worse.“ Kili softly smiled, his heart warmed by your statement, which was actually true. Bilbo was a skilled cook, so all Kili had to do, was to cut everything to pieces and Bilbo let him to mix it, sometimes.
„C’mon Kili, let’s show them we can cook too,“ You said. Fili watched his brother to look up at you with his puppy-heart-eyes, full of softness, that almost made Fili (and whole Company) to roll their eyes. Or throw up.
„O-oh, yes, of course, Y/N.“ He quickly made his way to you. Fili smirked.
He will tease him about this later.
While you were cooking (and Kili was messing it up), you shook your head and chuckled.
„You really can’t cook, Kili.“ Kili did pouting face, though his heart was beating rather quickly.
„Oh, you’re a monster, Y/N! Your words wounded me!“ He dramatically announced and you giggled.
„So, how can I help you to heal your wounds, my bravest knight?“ His eyes twinkled. You thought if it was a trick of afternoon light, the fire or...
He thought about it for a while, then a mischievous smirk appeared on his face.
„A kiss will do it.“ You raised a brow.
„A kiss?“ He nodded. You nervously looked away. Though you weren’t really fond of how loud Thorin’s nephews could be, Kili caught your attention. You decided to push your feelings away, knowing he may be already courting someone or finding someone after the journey would end. He was a prince, after all. A handsome one, to be exact.
Then, when you looked up, you decided to do it quickly. You took a few steps to him and, not being a lot taller than he was (who knew these dwarves were around 5‘2?), kissing him directly on the lips.
It was supposed to be only a quick peck on the lips, really, but one of his hands hugged you around your waist, pulling you closer, and the other one tangling into your hair. You tensed by surprise for a moment, and Kili took that as a disagreement of his actions. He quickly pulled away, blushing hard, looking everywhere but at you, and stumbled over his words while murmuring something.
„I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have do that,“ Finally came out of his after a while, while he was looking down at the ground, ashamed. Your trembling fingers carefully touched your lips.
„You-you...were kissing me.“ You said. He nodded.
„Aye, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ You firmly shook your head, flustrated blush colouring your cheeks.
„So you wanna tell me you regret it?“ You looked at him through your lashes.
„Like I said-“ He started again, but you cutted him.
„No, I mean...more like, um, well-you like me?“ Kili sleepishly looked up at you.
„I do. And now, if you exuse me, I will go and hid somewhere,“ He was about to go away, heavy blush on his cheeks you now could see. You placed your hand gently on his shoulder.
„No, I mean...I like you too.“ You said, blushing once again. He turned his head towards you, eyes wide in surprise, mouth open.
„You-wait-oh,“ He said. Then, his lips stretched in smile, yours too, and soon, you were kissing once again.
„Hey, you two, what about the dinner, huh?“ Bofur said. You and Kili parted and realized the whole Company was watching you. You pecked Kili’s lips and got back to work. He stood there, stunned, but then he helped you. Fili smirked, but Thorin placed his hand on his shoulder. Fili turned to him, confused.
„What?“
„Don’t tease them.“ Fili smirked and whispered.
„Yet.“
When you and Kili were asleep, cuddling, Fili and Balin, being the first watch, looked over you. Fili grimaced.
„It seems like our plan worked out.“ Balin smiled.
„Aye, more than excellently. One mission accomplished,“ Fili smirked and Balin raised a brow.
„What’s going on, laddie?“
„I may be thinking of teasing our lovebirds right since the morning,“ Balin chuckled and only shook his head.
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Okay please tell me if the Beautiful Game is Quidditch fic or soccer au pls 👀
it is indeed! the idea was born from this wonderful gorgeous showstopping amazing piece by @mar-mellata and our subsequent conversation/ fangirling over football!harry! i’m super interested in how harry would become a muggle football player, why he would choose it over quidditch, and how on earth draco would fit into all that madness as a star quidditch player/ the snootiest WAG you’ve ever seen 😂 also, i just want to write a very self-indulgent scene of harry and dean bonding over their mutual love of footie, seamus yelling very enthusiastically about the “scrums” (wrong game, seamus) and ron just sitting there looking nonplussed 😂 this excerpt is just an embellishment of my tags under mar’s post, but here it is:
*** It was only after Hogwarts, after the War, when Harry found the photo.
He was finally getting around to refurbishing Grimmauld Place. Mostly because he had nothing else to do. Cleaning gave you direction, according to Hermione, and Grimmauld was about fifty years overdue for a spring clean. Ron thought it would be a good way to get fit for Quidditch league trials in the Autumn as well as “getting rid of that troll piss stench, seriously, it’s minging.” He was not wrong.
Four dozen Scourgify charms and countless Tergeo’s later, the three of them flopped on the floor of Sirius’ room with a collective groan. 
“Merlin, I’d forgotten how loud Walburga is,” Ron whined, his face red and hair sticking out in every direction from the summer heat. Harry stifled a laugh; the colouring combined with the pose made him look like a melting Pumpkin Pasty.
“Yes, well, at least you didn’t have to battle off a Bundimum infestation in the attic,” Hermione griped, plucking a sootball from her tank top. “How was the dining room, Harry?”
“Cursed,” he replied, throwing an arm over his eyes, “I spent an hour wrestling with a swan figurine. A swan figurine, ‘Mione.”
“So that’s why Kreacher was wittering on about blood sports,” Ron muttered darkly.
Harry huffed out a laugh, his eyes slipping shut. He was shattered. His mind was just beginning to drift when he heard the rattle coming from Sirius’ wardrobe.
Harry groaned again. Kreacher had been muttering about a brood of Hinkypunks nesting in this part of the house. 
Only it wasn’t a Hinkypunk infestation. 
It was a shoebox, tucked away at the back of the wardrobe. It rattled again as Harry reached towards it. 
“Harry! At least cast a Revelio, for goodness sake.”
“Hermione, if I’m vanquished by a cursed Black family heirloom, it’s not going to be one of Sirius’ manky old shoeboxes.”
Harry heard her huff behind him. “Fine, on your head be it. Ron will be the one taking you to St. Mungo’s, though.”
“Merlin.” He nearly dropped the box when he realised what was inside. 
It was a collection of pictures from Sirius’ Hogwarts days, obviously taken with Lupin’s charmed polaroid. There were ones of his mum and dad, Lily beaming and shoving at James as he slung an arm around her and tried to kiss her cheek. Ones of Sirius and Lupin sprawled on the ground by the Black Lake, squinting against the sun with tired smiles and looking a little worse for wear. Harry smiled back at these sepia versions of them; must have been a full moon the night before.
He almost didn’t catch the final photo, seeing as it was stuck to back of the last one. Once Harry wrangled the rather persistent Sticking Charm off, his throat suddenly closed up, choking back the wave of emotion that seized him.
“Mum.”
Her green eyes were bright as she blew a kiss to the camera, a football tucked under her arm. As Harry watched, James ran into frame and tried to slap it from her grasp. Lily just laughed and bounced it on her knees, her head, her ankles, her keepie-uppies thwarting his dad every time. Harry watched the photo replay over and over again, his knuckles whitening around the film.
“Harry?”
He jerked his head up, giving Hermione a watery smile. “Sorry, sorry, I just -”
“We know.” Hermione patted his arm, her eyes sympathetic.
Ron peeked over his shoulder at the photo. “Blimey. Looks like you didn’t just get your Quidditch skills from your dad.”
Harry blinked down at the photo, at his mum’s smile. At the football, the well-worn pattern of black-and-white that he knew long before the glint of a Snitch. 
He watched as she tracked the ball, her feet sure, always anticipating it’s change of direction. She looked happy.
Maybe that was what he needed. A change of direction.
“Yeah. Looks like it.”
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