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A Walk To Remember - R.W

Ron Weasley x Fem Reader - Part 1/2

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A/N: To the lovely angel that requested this, thank you so much - this has been so therapeutic and enjoyable for me to write; thank you for being so patient and kind. I hope I’ve done this right!

Based HEAVILY on the movie: A Walk To Remember.

Warnings: mention of cancer, death, heavy theme of religion and god, blasphemy, fluff, sadness.

Since Ron and Harry fell out in fourth year because of the Triwizard Tournament, Ron unfortunately found himself surrounded by the wrong people, he didn’t have Harry anymore - his one true best friend and he didn’t have Hermione anymore to keep him level-headed. Ron wasn’t himself and everyone could see it, he cared more about his social status than being a good classmate, and a good wizard.

His parents were sending more Howlers to Ron than they had ever sent to Fred and George, no one could recognise him from the kid who put himself in the line of fire to protect Harry and Hermione when they were trying to retrieve the Philosopher stone, but you - you still wanted to see the good in him, you knew under the ridiculous attitude and his stupid behaviour, lay a heart of gold and lots of potential.

“He’s late again.” Lavender rolled her eyes, standing around in the dark, looking at the Hannah Abbott .

“Ron will turn up, don’t get your knickers in a twist.” Hannah replied, continuing her conversation with Dean Thomas.

“Took him long enough.” Seamus pointed towards a very tired Ron walking alongside Nigel Wolpert from a few years below.

Ron and Nigel continued to walk towards the rest of the group, Nigel shivering every now and then in his thin plaid pyjamas. Finally meeting up with the rest of the group the six of them continued their stroll to the Great Lake.

“Sleep well?” Hannah taunted Ron.

Ron shot her a sarcastic smile “brilliant, actually.”

Lavender instantly tried making a move on Ron but he blew her off “if you want to have a dance go and ask Neville.” causing everyone but Nigel to go on a tangent about how geeky, strange and pathetic the herbology student was.

Nigel wanted to speak out to defend Neville but in front of such cool people, especially Ron, he didn’t want to ruin his chances of climbing up the social ladder.

“So what is it that I have to do?” Nigel beamed up at Ron.

Obviously getting into any friendship group requires some sort of need to prove yourself, whether it’s promising to not share secrets, to never date another's ex, the usual ‘bro’ and ‘girl code’ but when it came down to this group, they would go to unfair and extreme lengths.

Dean, Seamus, Lavender and Hannah all stood at the edge of the lake, smirking.

“go on, tell him.” Seamus glided his outstretched hand, presenting the lake to Nigel.

“Well, uh, Nigel - you’re going to go for a swim in that lake, mate.” Ron tried to act coolly, unbothered and the least concerned.

Nigel’s face dropped, starting to panic. “But there's Merpeople in there, Grindylows - the Giant Squid!”

“It won’t be that bad” Hannah laughed.

“Yeah, dear Ron will be going in with you.” Lavender bit on her lip, staring at Ron.

Ron remembered to keep his act up, “yeah, you won’t be going in there alone” he lied.

Nigel nodded his head and agreed to go through with the orders he had been given, he took of his pyjamas and was left freezing cold in his boxers, he turned around to look at a fully clothed Ron.

“Are you not getting undressed?”

Ron shook his head, his arms folded. “Nah, I’m sensitive to cold temperatures, reminds me of uh.. you know.”

Nigel remembered the second challenge during the Triwizard tournament, not wanting to ask any questions or mention Harry and Hermione.

Nigel and Ron got closer to the lake, Nigel tipping on the edge.

“We’ll go on the count of three, alright?”

Nigel continued to shiver, nodding his head and wrapping his arms around him to keep him warm.

“Three, two, one!”

Instead of joining Nigel and swimming, Ron pushed the younger student into the Lake, causing him to fall head first into the water. The group broke into laughter, yelling at Nigel and cheering but the cheers soon turned into screams and sheer panic.

Nigel tried to swim but couldn’t his body went into shock due to the temperature of the water, and his fear of being attacked and dragged away by the residents under the water. His arms waved up above him as his head went under.

“Someone do something!” Lavender yelled, “Ron!”

Ron swore under his breath and quickly stripped out of his pyjamas, making a rope for Nigel to grab to pull him aside. Whilst Ron hurried into the water, grabbing a hold of Nigel’s arm, trying to get him out of the water. Nigel’s head fell back and his breaths shallowed, his lips and skin turning blue.

The yells coming from Mr Filch rang out through the school grounds - panicking everyone.

“We’ve got to go!” Hannah grabbed Lavender’s arm “if we get caught we could get expelled!��

“Hurry up, Ron!” Dean hissed, following the girls.

Seamus stayed for a moment as Ron got closer to the the edge he and Nigel were standing minutes ago, Ron got all of strength and lifted Nigel up, placing him down on the grass, Seamus pulled Nigel back and helped Ron out of the water.

Once Ron got back on his feet Mr Filch and now a yelling Hagrid stormed across the grounds, getting closer and closer to the three boys.

“We’ve got to go now!” Seamus glared “leave him here, he’ll be fine, lets go!”

Ron going against everything good within him, fled with Seamus and left Nigel, alone and inches from death.

Unfortunately, to Ron’s distaste, he didn’t get away with what happened that night - his friends did, but thanks to Professor Snape, he didn’t. Ron got caught moments before he got to the common room, Seamus miles in front of him. Ron spun his impressive web of lies, although Snape didn’t believe him - but everyone else did.

Stuffing toast into his mouth his eyes locked with yours for a moment whilst you took a sip from your goblet, you and Ron had known each other even before Hogwarts, you shared almost every class together, but that didn’t make you friends - you were far from it.

Deterring himself from your gaze, Seamus laughed.

“Stare any longer and your the pumpkin juice in your goblet will turn to wine.” Seamus teased.

“or my potions book will become a bible” Ron teased back.

You were a half-blood, your mother a witch and your strict religious dad a muggle - you found it hard to believe at times that you were even allowed to attend Hogwarts but your dad wanted the time that you had left to be enjoyable, he even moved to Hogsmeade so he wasn’t too far away if you needed him.

Ron and Seamus both swore under their breaths as Professor McGonagall stormed towards them.

“Mr Weasley, a word in my office.”

Professor McGonagall sat down, picking up her long piece of parchment that sat on her desk “after being caught up in such a serious incident, don’t think for one moment that you will go unpunished.”

Ron slouched in his chair and grinded his teeth.

“For this term, every weekday after dinner you will be helping the house elves clean down in the kitchens, every Saturday mornings you will be helping a handful of first years with their brooms bright and early! and you will also be taking part in a theatre production in Hogsmeade for the rest of your Saturday, to ensure that you won’t skive, you will be transported to Hogsmeade with other students.”

Ron’s face dropped, everything he hated all mixed together had been thrown on upon him whether he liked it or not, and worst of all, he couldn’t get himself out of it if he wanted to graduate.

Dean, Seamus, Hannah and Lavender found it hilarious seeing Ron clean up with the house elves, they too mocked you and your faith in god every chance they had.

Walking outside to join the rest of the students in Hogsmeade, you heard Lavender’s laughs from behind you.

“Oh Ronald just look at her, she’s as helpless as it gets. Clinging onto that bible as if her life depends on it.”

Ron stayed quiet, his eyes burning into the same sweater you wore every single day without fail.

“We should go together sometime” Lavender spoke out again at Ron.

Ron looked at his ex and almost grimaced “I’m not doing that again alright? we’ve been through this.”

Ron departed from his group, waving goodbye and walking slowly behind everyone else. Noticing Ron behind you, you slowed down so you could walk next to him - you were always alone when you went to Hogsmeade and you felt like having some company before your theatre class.

“So, you’re going to be in my group right?” you smiled, hoping the small talk wasn’t that bad.

Ron ignored you, continuing to follow the other students.

You didn’t want to give up on the golden haired boy just yet, you didn’t know why but there was something in him that stood out to you, something his friends couldn’t see - perhaps something Harry and Hermione missed.

“I think a change of scenery will be good for you - Nigel is also recovering slowly, you should visit him-”

Ron stopped in his tracks and gave you a horrified look “don’t you have bible verses to stress over? shouldn’t you be focusing on the mythical man instead of me?”

You raised your eyebrows and felt quite taken aback, you were used to having your head bitten off but you were trying to break the ice, you weren’t pushing your faith on anyone.

“You don’t know me at all” you replied, pursing your lips, storming past him.

You, like many of your group enjoyed theatre with a passion, the guy in your class had written the play himself and you were so proud, his writing more than a work of art and you could tell something beautiful would come from it.

After being assigned your roles, you couldn’t help but feel satisfied knowing that Ron had a role of his own, even if he wasn’t expecting such a thing. You felt a tinge of excitement inside of you, knowing that the two of you would be spending more time together.

Going through your lines, Ron was slouching in his chair as usual, speaking in monotone whilst he read his parts, you couldn’t understand why he didn't want to be here - to redeem himself.

After your first class, you didn’t go back to Hogwarts with the other students, you were allowed to visit your dad whenever you needed and today you felt like spending sometime with him, going through your bible and getting the reassurance you desperately needed.

Ron, who did not have permission to stay out, went against the rules anyway, getting himself a Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks and some jelly slugs from Honey Dukes.

Leaving the extravagant sweet shop, Ron bumped into you, almost dropping his treats.

“what are you still doing out?” he asked, chewing down a slug.

You smiled sheepishly at him “I could ask you the same thing”

The two of you walked back to Hogwarts, going through the constant back and forth of him trying to test your faith and speak against god, trying to get you to reach breaking point - but it wouldn’t work. You had patience, you were full of love and you could see the beauty in everything - the exact opposite of the boy next to you.

“you shouldn’t dumb yourself down to fit in” you sighed, snuggling into your sweater. “you should care less about your social status and more about your future.”

Ron shoved another jelly slug into his mouth “you think you know me, do you? well you don’t.”

Ron and Seamus sat on the sofa in front of the fire, the two of them scrutinising the play, picking apart the script piece by piece and acting it out sarcastically.

“It’s gonna be brilliant” Seamus grinned, flicking through the pages.

“You sound like my brothers, it’s going to be a bloody nightmare.” Ron groaned, looking miserably into the flames.

“That's why its going to be brilliant, you’re going to make a fool of yourself!”

After another week of feeling tired and nauseated, you tried your best to pull through it, focusing on god - his love - his warmth, you focused on seeing your dad at the weekend, being able to drown your fears in the path god had chosen for you.

“Oi, y/n” Ron whispered, pulling you aside and tearing you away from your thoughts.

You stared at him and waited for him to continue talking, holding your bible to your chest.

“Look, can you help me with my lines after class on Saturday?” he asked, his mouth barely moving so everyone around him would find it hard to lip read.

“As long as you aren’t doing it only to benefit yourself”

Ron rolled his eyes “yeah, whatever - can you help me then or what?”

You nodded your head, ticking off a box from your list “I don’t see why not” you smiled “thanks to you I have one less box to tick”

Ron gave you a strange look, then noticed his friends walk down the hall towards the two of you.

“We’ll go to my dads, we can practice there, but promise me one thing?”

Ron started to become inpatient “bloody hell, what?”

You took a deep breath, facing your fears “promise you won’t fall in love with me.”

Ron felt delighted, he thought making this promise was the easiest thing he had ever done in his life “I didn’t think it would be that easy.” Ron’s friends stared at him, pulling faces behind your back “I’ll see you on Saturday” he paused before walking away “I promise.”

Little did Ron know, the promise he made would be the hardest one to keep.

“Ronald Weasley?!” Your father freaked out “I’ve told you to stay away from lads like that!”

You sighed, hearing a knock at the door, you stood up from the table “the lord preaches forgiveness, dad.”

Walking over to the door, you opened it, Ron stood there with another bag of jelly slugs, swallowing one down “can I come in then”

“Yeah - make yourself at home, wait in the living room, my script is upstairs.”

Ron walked around your living room. searching the moving faces in the picture frames, the candles on the mantle piece, pictures of Jesus and multiple mini statutes of him surrounding one another on a shrine.

He couldn’t help but feel the hairs stand up on his neck, he wasn’t used to all this religion thrusting itself into him, the eyes of a higher being judging him for each and every sin he committed.

“You must be Ronald.” Your father spoke out, almost making Ron jump out of his skin.

Ron turned away from the altar, holding out his hand for your father to shake, but withdrawing it soon after your father declined.

“Thank you for-”

“I didn’t” you father spoke over him “that was y/n decision.”

After being grilled for his behaviour from your father and running through the same romanticised script, Ron couldn’t wait to break free from it all, from judgement of the lord, your fathers none existent approval, slowly getting friendlier with you.

The more Ron noticed you, the more you stood out to him. You weren’t just the girl devoted to god that was glued to a bible - you loved animals, you thought they were magnificent and spent hours reading about them.

After finishing breakfast you walked over to where Ron was sitting with his friends, you felt confident and excited to see him again outside of Hogwarts.

“Will you be coming back to my place tomorrow?” you asked, smiling at him.

Seamus started laughing, almost choking on his juice.

Ron felt mortified, there's no way he could allow his friends to get the jump on him for being your friend.

“yeah, in your dreams” Ron spat, making Seamus laugh more.

Your butterflies wings felt like they had been ripped off, your smile fell and your heart ached, but you refused to curse him, instead you swallowed hard and walked away - reminding yourself that this was a good thing; he wasn’t falling in love with you.

Playing the piano and singing with your father, the two of you were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door, you ignored it, hoping whoever it was would go away but they didn’t. Standing up, you walked over to the door and saw Ron standing in same spot as he always did on your porch.

You tried to close the door before he stopped you, shoving his hand in the way.

“Look, don’t take it that personal, alright?”

You crossed your arms, pulling on the sleeves of your sweater.

“I still want your help, it’s just, you know what my friends are like.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, you couldn’t believe how heartless Ron was in this moment.

“Are you trying to say you want us to be friends in secret?” you faked a smile, noticing Ron’s face brighten up.

“exactly that! yeah, brilliant!”

You however didn’t brighten up, your fake smile crumbled and your expression turned sour. Tears made your vision glassy and you felt like taking your sweater off you were that hot with anger.

“I can’t believe you, Ron - I can’t believe I saw something good in you, let me go and cry to god about it.” you replied angrily, slamming the door in his face, going upstairs and questioning whether or not waiting the next few months out would be worth it.

Your confession struck something in Ron and he couldn’t explain it, out of nowhere he was practicing his lines without sarcasm but with seriousness instead, he genuinely worked hard at helping first years with their brooms and even encouraged them to give Quidditch a thought. During minor dress rehearsals of the play Ron was taking constructive criticism onboard, pushing himself to do better, to remember his lines and to be a persuasive actor.

He felt himself feeling guilty for what he had done and said to you each time his eyes landed on you, each time you shared the stage together, Ron wanted nothing more than to make things right, even if he found it to be incredibly difficult to begin with.

You noticed these changes in Ron like you had noticed everything else about him, you could see how much the first years appreciated his hard work, how much fun he was having away from the bad influences he wanted to impress so badly - deep down you were praying that he wasn’t doing all of this just to benefit himself.

Ron took a deep breath and walked through the hospital wing, seeing Nigel sat in his bed, reading a muggle children's book.

“Alright, Nigel?” Ron greeted nervously, standing at the end of his bed.

Nigel looked up at Ron and closed his book, staring at him. “Considering the fact I almost died and went into shock, I’m not too bad.”

Ron bowed his head in shame and felt like he did when his mum would scold him for misbehaving.

“I’m really sorry mate, I am.”

Nigel looked at Ron and shook his head “I was stupid for believing you’d go in there with me, I’m asking myself if it’s stupid of me to forgive you.”

Tonight was the night you had been looking forward to the most, the one and only performance of the play - the one night you were able to get yourself dressed up - your hair and make up done, the dress you rented fitting you perfect.

Dean, Seamus, Hannah and Lavender were sat in the front row, Lavenders camera at the ready taking pictures of Ron in his suit every chance that she could. The rest of the Weasley family were sat watching, Fred and George having the time of their lives thinking of ways to embarrass their little brother, Molly and Arthur feeling so relieved and proud that their son had started to pull himself together.

Your father sat at the front row also, feeling excited to see you come on stage, for you to experience such a special moment in the time god had left to give you.

The two of you read your lines, talking and acting like a couple who were in love, finally not hiding it amongst the other characters. Ron sat down in his seat and you pulled the cloak off your body and sat down next to him, continuing with your lines.

Ron suddenly forgot his lines that he had worked so hard to remember, your presence making him feel as if he was in the presence of an angel - this was how he felt when he saw Hermione at the yule ball, only making him more determined to make things right with you.

As soon as you revealed yourself, Lavender stopped snapping pictures and put her camera away, the jealousy she was now feeling eating away at her. Seamus had to close his mouth it was gaping open for that long, he couldn’t believe you were the same girl that wore the same sweater that only devoted herself to god.

Fred and George stopped bitching about their brother and like everyone else, they were captivated by you, trying to find out if you had bewitched the audience or took a potion before hand.

Reaching the last legs of the play, Ron failed to deliver his lines and had to improvise instead, his eyes roamed your angelic face and he blurted out such a compliment it made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re beautiful”

You wanted to correct him but at the same time you felt flattered, you weren't used to compliments unless they came from your dad. Getting lost in the moment, Ron leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, the two of you sharing a kiss whilst the red curtain knitted together, putting an end to the show.

Your breath hitched in your throat, you told yourself over and over that it was just a kiss - just part of the show - nothing more, nothing less - Ron wasn’t falling for you and you couldn’t allow yourself to fall for him.

Afterwards, Ron’s family praised him for doing such a good job, but Ron couldn’t stop himself from watching you, your father pulling you away from the big crowd. Walking out of the theatre, Ron spotted a familiar face, approaching him out of the crowd. It was Harry.

“You did an amazing job, Ron.”

Ron stared at the lad in glasses he once called his best friend, he stared into his eyes and allowed his anger to consume him.

“Clear off” Ron replied “I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

Burying yourself in another book about creatures, you couldn’t help but giggle at the illustrations of Nifflers holding gold in their hands. Ron walked into the Great Hall, everyone staring at him and Lavender whispering to her friends about you and him.

Ignoring them, Ron walked over to you and sat down beside you, seeming more cheerful than you had ever seen him.

“Reading another book about creatures are we?” Ron smiled.

You looked up from your book “it’s another box on my list, read one hundred books.”

Ron smiled “I think you’re brilliant.”

You felt a wave of irritability swirl in your stomach, you couldn’t tell if your health was crumbling even more or if it was because of Ron.

This was it, he was falling for you and you were falling for him, the two of you breaking such a sacred and important promise, committing one of the biggest sins that reined heavily in your head.

You stared at Ron and started to panic “what are you doing?” you barked, shutting your book “stop trying to figure me out”

You stood up, your heart pounding in your chest, you kept drilling the path god had chosen for you into your brain, telling yourself over and over that you and Ron couldn’t happen, no matter what it couldn’t happen.

Ron didn’t give up like he used to, instead he chased after you and trapped you into the corner outside.

“I thought a girl like you wouldn’t be afraid” Ron said in disbelief “don’t be a plonker, y/n. Don’t deny how you felt that night, I’m not denying it-”

You put your hands over your ears, shaking your head, if he knew why you were running he wouldn’t be so forceful, you wanted to tell him the truth right there and then but you were terrified.

“you have no idea what I feel Ron!”

“I do and you know it! you want to be with me like I want to be with you!”

Tears streamed down your face, your big secret sitting on the tip of your tongue, trying to pry your mouth open and set itself free.

“I can’t!” you cried “I warned you!”

Ron stayed still and watched you walk away, his heart and head screaming at him to follow you, to kiss you one more time, to just say screw it and start over again.

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Love Is You - chapter 17

The very next day after the minister of magic elections, Scarlett had to go back to the ministry for a meeting to finalize everything. Since the other candidate, Amos Langley, has been caught and sent to Azkaban because of his actions, Scarlett was the new Minister of Magic now. She was proud and happy that she got her revenge, also now she was following her mother’s and grandfather’s steps as being the minister. But because of Amos Langley the ministry was a wreck, Scarlett had to re-do so many things to make it decent again. First thing she decided on was alive death eaters’ fate and there was only one choice: send them back to Azkaban without a plea. Then Scarlett needed to choose a deputy minister, she had one person in mind: Corentin Howells. He was a long-time friend and colleague of her so she could rely on him. When she asked Corentin about that new job, first he was surprised but then he gladly accepted her offer and promised her that he would never betray her trust. Then Scarlett and Corentin assigned new attendants to the jobs which were left empty by the death eaters now. Also, she re-legislated her law that Amos abolished.

The ministry would have its summer holidays in a week so Scarlett tried to do as much as she could in a single day. She has arrived the ministry at 8 am and now the clock was showing 9:30 pm. She wasn’t aware of the time until Corentin told her to go home and rest, since it has been a long day for both of them and they were still tired from yesterday’s unpleasant events. They left the ministry together just to meet tomorrow morning again. Instead of going home, Scarlett decided to stop by at Hogwarts to see her daughter and break the news about her presidency before Carina could read it on newspapers tomorrow. Also Scarlett had to explain that Amos Langley and death eaters duty she was in to both of her children. She hasn’t told them anything about it to keep them away from any possible danger but after yesterday’s events broke down in the news she has received howlers from both Carina and Leo, and they were not pleased at all.

Half an hour later Scarlett was waiting Carina to answer her room’s door excitedly. Seconds later Carina opened the door and she was surprised to see her mum, she wasn’t expecting her at all.

“Hi darling!” Scarlett chimed with a big smile on her face.

“Hi mum, come in!”

“I brought strawberry shortcake, your favourite!” She put the cake on the table and sat next to it on the table while smiling widely.

“What’s going on mum?” Carina was confused, it was rare to see her mum that excited. And after what happened yesterday, her being that happy was weird.

“Not mum, call me Miss Minister!” She grinned.

“No way!? Congrats mama!! Oh sorry, Miss Minister!” She hugged her mum tightly while giggling. “I am so happy for you!”

“Thank you, baby.” Scarlett kissed her daughter’s head. “I haven’t felt that good for a long time.”

“Let’s eat the cake and feel better!” Carina was slicing the cake while thinking if she should ask about yesterday’s events and risk ruining the happy mood. “Mum... I was wond-“

“I know, i know.” Scarlett sighed. “I also came here to tell you about it. It is a long story so buckle up.”

Scarlett started from the very first meeting with Amos Langley and continued with rest of the events chronologically. Carina had hard time to process all of them, she was shocked. She couldn’t believe herself how she didn’t suspect anything at all for months.

“I...I don’t know what to say mum. Like i was around you, dad, uncle Remus and Professor Snape all the time and i didn’t suspect anything. Good job, really.”

“We have experience, it would be a shame for us if you understood what’s going on.” She laughed softly and held Carina’s hand. “I know you wasn’t expecting to hear all of these but don’t worry, okay? None of us in danger anymore and everything is way better now.”

Carina nodded slowly. “Don’t hide such things from me and Leo tho. What if something happened to you and dad, we would have no idea why it happened.”

“We are just trying to protect you, please try to understand us.”

“I know mum but just...” she sighed and snuggled up her mum. “Be careful. I love you.”

Scarlett wrapped her arms around her daughter tightly while showering her with soft kisses. “I love you more my beautiful baby.”

They cuddled for a while and talked about anything and everything until Carina got sleepy in her mum’s embrace.

“Somebody is sleepy!” Scarlett booped Carina’s nose. “I will leave so you can sleep. I don’t want Professor Snape to scold you tomorrow.” She chuckled while kissing her cheek.

“He might.” Carina chuckled too. “Good night Miss Minister.”

“Good night minister’s daughter.” Scarlett blew a kiss to Carina before leaving her room.

Scarlett decided sit by the Great Lake for a while before apparating her home because it was such a beautiful June night today and the lake was her favourite place at Hogwarts. She was walking down the dark corridor to go to the gardens when a light beam blinded her.

“Where do you think you are going!? Don’t cover your face you sneaky-”

Scarlett’s sight was gone cause of the strong light but she recognized the voice very well, so she cut in his sentence. “Severus move that light out of my face!”

“Scar...? ” Severus Snape lowered his wand to see her clearly. Scarlett was rubbing her eyes and causing them to be even more watery at the time. “You alright...?” He muttered.

“You almost blinded me but yeah.” She chuckled.

Severus felt relieved after hearing her chuckle. “I thought you were a student. What are you doing here at that hour?”

“I look young huh?” Scarlett grinned while Severus rolled his eyes at her. “I came to visit Carina and to give her the news. And i was going to the lake before you caught me.”

“Do you mind... if i join you...?”

“Nope. I need someone to escort me since my sight is still blurry, thanks to someone.” Scarlett smiled when he offered his arm.

They walked to the lake arm in arm while enjoying each other’s company. They sat down on the closest bench to the Great Lake. Severus watched Scarlett who was enjoying herself while looking at the lake with a genuine smile on her face. His view made the grumpy professor smile too. “You look so happy today.”

“I am, Severus. I completed another dream of mine; be the Minister of Magic. Check!” She giggled happily. “Although i would prefer a better journey but still i got what i wanted.”

“I am so proud of you. I always knew you would be the minister one day and also a good one.”

“You didn’t see me on the act yet, none of us really know if i will be a good one or bad.”

“Former minister was Langley, you can’t beat his badness. No worries.” Severus grinned at her.

“You have a point Mr. Snape.” Scarlett chuckled and stared at the starry sky for a while.

Severus was happy for her but also he was feeling sad deep down because with all that order meetings, events etc. he had a reason to see Scarlett every week. But now their duty was done and they had different paths in front of them. In the past 30 years he got used to live without her even it was very hard but now she was back and he couldn’t get enough of her to let her go once again.

“Will you come to Hogwarts... sometimes...?” He blurted out silently.

“For what?” Scarlett was confused by his question and looked at him.

Severus shrugged, he knew it was a stupid question. “Nevermind...”

“You started something and please complete it Severus.”

“I...I will...” He looked at her beautiful face and thought “now or never” then without any further thought Severus pressed his thin lips into her red ones. Scarlett was caught off guard and couldn’t react to the kiss at first which made Severus pull away in seconds. “I... Sorry...” He stood up to leave, he just wanted to vanish. He was sure that he ruined everything between them and now he lost the slightest chance to see her again. But Scarlett caught him by the hand before he could go away.

“Don’t be sorry.” She stood up and pulled him down for another kiss and this time it was full of emotions and lust. Severus held her tightly into his body while deepened the kiss even more. Their lips were like two puzzle pieces which fit each other perfectly. Both had to pull away unwillingly to need of breathing sometime later. Severus pressed his forehead into hers while still holding her tightly.

“To complete my sentence; i will miss you Scarlett... I got used to seeing you…”

“I will visit you and you are always welcome at the ministry or in my home too.” She placed a soft kiss on his lips. She has missed him so much that she couldn’t get enough of. “And you will be in summer holidays soon, so am i.”

“Is this an invitation?” Severus grinned and rubbed her now swollen lips with his thumb.

“Take it however you wish.” She kissed his thumb. “I have to go...”

Severus sighed deeply, he didn’t want her to leave his embrace. But he slowly obliged and let her go unwillingly. “Good night then...”

“Good night Sev.” Scarlett kissed corner of his lips and waved at him before appareting. Severus sat back down on the bench with a stupid smile on his face, his heart was beating like he ran miles. He wasn’t sure if that was a dream or real but the warmness on his lips made him believe that it was real.

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Top 5 Virginia moments in dark age

My liege! My one and only Sovereign!💖🦁

1. The Iron Circle and everything it entailed, incliding making up with Victra. The way Mars and Virginia herself are sort of allegoried (I think that is the term, but correct me if I am wrong) is one of the most beautiful pieces of writing - it also includes Virginia showing her scars.

2. The Duke of Hands - Faust - scene. She did something very morally grey, but with the intention and the end result of giving Faust a new life, instead of just terminating him or forcing him to rot away in his own hatred. She couldn't just let him go on his merry way, either, so what she did was the best option for him. She respected him and let him have his dignity, she also considered his traumas at her own people's hands. I am not trying to excuse it, because it was done without his consent, but it was more merciful than the other alternatives.

3. Her holo message for Darrow, that arrived after the Day of the Red Doves. I am crying now, can't think.

4. How she fought back against mind-control and escaped the clone. It was a difficult to begin with, but what teared her apart was that she had a hatchet buried in her ribs and couldn't move much, let alone go after Sevro.

5. Teatime - she called out the Howlers on their bullshit. I was so sick of them up to that point. Glad they got their heads out of their arses.

Thank you for the ask!

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littlemessyjessi · 3 years

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“Chasing Jessi”: A Sirius Black Story: Plus Size OC: Chapter 7: Tinkerbell & The Lost Boy

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Sirius Black Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Sirius Black x Jess Scamander (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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Sirius Black was lounging comfortably in his bunk. He hadn't even bothered to change out of the KISS shirt and black flannel pajama bottoms at this point. He was reading through a book that he'd borrowed from Jess. Contrary to popular belief... Sirius actually loved to read.

He’d rather die than admit that but he’d learned from an early age that it could easily provide an escape from his horrible daily life.

Again though, he’d rather die than admit and let someone see him doing it.

He was up rather early on a Sunday morning- something that used to be obscenely out of character before he played Quidditch. Now, it seemed that his biological clock was against him. However, it proved rather useful when wanting the shower to yourself or getting to breakfast while everyone was still in bed. He'd been to breakfast already and was currently just relaxing for he had been informed by a tired looking Lily Evans that Jess was not coming down for breakfast this morning. He had been slightly disappointed but guessed that it was because the two girls had been up late talking. He figured that girls did that just as much as boys did. Although, for Jess's sake he hoped not because James had nearly driven him mad last night by both talking about every detail of his and Lily's date and all but demanding the same from Sirius. Honestly, boys were just as bad as girls when it came to gossip.

If not worse. However, he supposed he could just try and read this ridiculous book of hers until she awoke. He had really just settled in and was beginning to immerse himself into this fantasy world when.... "Sirius!!!" His brows furrowed and he glanced over at Remus who was studying on the floor in front of his bunk but he only shrugged.

"Sirius! Ooof! Sorry! Sirius!" "What in the name of Merlin?" he pondered as he sat the book down and went to the door to see none other than his hyperactive girlfriend balancing a package on her hip and apologizing to a fourth year boy who went white as a ghost at the sight of her. "You're ...you're not supposed to be up here." the boy said. "Oh, I'm sorry." she said to him. "I'm just looking for Sirius. See, I have something I have to-" The boy was too shaken to speak. To be fair, she was still wearing her pajamas and he was a fourteen year old boy, most likely with a crush on her. And she was only wearing a big floppy yellow smiley face shirt and some rather short multi colored shorts. "Over here, love." Sirius smirk. She turned to face him with a relieved smile looking so odd with her floral cat ear headband and her big blue monster house shoes. "Thanks, anyway." she told the boy and gave him a one armed hug. Sirius almost snorted when the boy looked as if he may pass out. The poor boy probably didn't know whether he found her attractive, terrifying or strange....or all three. "What are you doing up here?" he asked her as she came to a stop in front of him, "And in your pajamas no less?" "I have something for you." she said simply but he smirked and she smacked him in the stomach, "Not that!" "Aw, and it's almost my birthday too." he moaned playfully and he opened the door and let her him. "Hello, Remus." she greeted the studious green eyed boy. "Oh, uh, hi Jess." he said a little surprised to see her there, especially in her pjs. "Remus, she beats me." Sirius wailed dramatically. "She wounds me." "If it's to your pride..." he said. "I suggest she do it some more. Your head is far too big as it is." Jess grinned in victory. Sirius gasped, "Moony, old boy, I can't believe it! Everyone's mistreating me and it's almost my birthday!" "Sirius, if you don't come sit down, then I'm going to open your present." she informed him smartly. "Present?" he asked. "What present?" "This one." she said tapping the lid of the green box. "You got me a present?" he asked curiously taking a seat on the bunk as the box lay between them. "No." she said. "Well, yes. I did. But this isn't it. This is from my mum and dad." "What?" he asked in disbelief. "From mum and dad." she repeated. "She sent a blasted howler as well. Damn near threatened my life if I opened it. So I'm guessing it's rather good and most likely involving food. Best open it sooner than later." Sirius' hands shook just a little as he pulled the box open and cringed as a howler floated out. It was that same familiar shape that he recognized as the ones Jess usually got. From previous experiences, he was expecting yelling but relaxed when he saw the letter transform and the dark wax sealed lips give him a smile. It began to speak in a soothing tone, "Hello, Dear. Happy Birthday! I do hope you have a good one this year and that you get this package in time. Jess mentioned that you had a particular liking for toffee and fudge so I do hope you like what's inside. She also mentioned that you loved music and so there is something extra special inside from my husband. He said that he wanted it to go someone who could appreciate her as he much as he did. I wasn't allowed to see so I'm trusting that it's appropriate and if it's it not, you'd best tell me so I can tan his hide! Everything is under the shrinking charm so all you need to do is use the Engorgio charm. If you have trouble with it, I would advise you to ask Lily rather than Jess. She means well but she tends to get terribly excited and...blow things up. We are so excited to see Jess making such lovely friends! She speaks very highly of you and bless your soul, you must be patient to deal with her antics! I do hope she isn't being too rough. Some of those pictures... Merlin, I feared she'd nearly kill you with that one on the broom. I've told her about that! Nevertheless, any friend of hers is a friend to us. Welcome to the family, sweet boy. Have a wonderful birthday, dear! May you have many more! P.S. Do not let my child con you out of your presents with her innocent face. I know that she 'seems' sweet but if you give in...you'll regret it. Trust me. Her father has been wrapped around her finger since she was six seconds old. " When the letter was finished it ripped itself up and turned to ash. Sirius was a little disappointed. It had been so nice...he had kind of wanted to keep it. He glanced up to find Remus looking at him curiously and Jess looking mildly offended. "She makes me sound like some kind of animal." she scoffed. "Well..." Remus smirked. "I'd say more reptilian. You do have a certain, what was it you called it Padfoot? Dragon lady...quality about you." "Remus Lupin!" she scolded him. "You are a booger head and I am not talking to you anymore!" "I have chocolate." he said lifting his brows at her and holding up a piece. "All is forgiven." she said racing over to join him. "So what did she get you?" she piped up from her spot with Remus on the floor. Sirius reached into the box to pull out a container and he smiled. "Toffee." he smiled. "Oooh!" she gushed and jumped on his bed. "That's mum homemade toffee! It's really good! She won a blue ribbons for it at the local Muggle fair!" He pulled another out and observed the white chunks with rainbow sprinkles. "Birthday cake fudge." he smiled as he read the label aloud. "It's really good." Jess nodded. "It tastes like white chocolate and cake batter. Mum makes it for Dad every year on his birthday. I bet she had to make two batches!" He pulled out a jar of something and for just a moment it made him think of firewhiskey but he smiled when he read the label. 'Sirius, dear, this is a new recipe I'm trying out. It's called Toffee Syrup. We like to put it in porridge, tea, pumpkin juice, coffee...come to think of it, anything really. I've added just a bit something special to this one. I'd love to hear what you think.' "Mum'll kill me for telling you this but it's really good you mix it with firewhiskey and put it over ice cream." Jess piped up and he lifted his brows at her. "And here I thought you were sweet and innocent." he commented. She laughed, "Sirius, we both know I'm far from either of those." He pulled out a black knitted hat. "Oh, Mum, doesn't want you to catch cold!" she wailed dramatically. "Don't cry on it." he teased. "But she stitched it with love, Sirius!" she wailed again. He resisted the urge to shove her off the bed when something caught his eye. A small black case and upon further inspection he realized that it was a guitar case. 'Engorgio.' he murmured and enlarged it before pulling the zipper open to reveal a beautiful black acoustic guitar. "Ophelia!" Jess squeaked. "What?" Sirius asked her. "It's Ophelia." she said. "It's Dad's guitar. He let me name her when I was a little girl." Sirius frowned, "Oh, maybe you should have it then." "Nah." she shook her head. "I'm rubbish at guitar. I'm a drums kind of girl...much to mum's dismay." She grinned wickedly and pretended to play the drums.

She never failed to make him laugh. He pulled it out and ran his hand over it before glancing into the case and seeing the matching strap and an envelope. He opened the envelope to reveal a small note and a silver chain with a matching guitar pick on the end. "Hello, Sirius. I hope you have a very Happy Birthday. Jess tells me that you love music along with many other things. She seems quite fond of you and speaks of you quite a lot. Which is considerably out of character for her. You have to understand that for the longest time when she wrote home...it was usually to tell us that Lily's eyebrows had grown back or that she'd was very close to finding redcap colony. Naturally, as her father, I was a little defensive about you at first. However, you seem like an alright lad and she seems to take a liking to you. Any man that will willingly let her braid rainbow colored yarn into their hair....well you're alright with me, kid. I hope you have a great birthday and you enjoy old Ophelia. P.S. If you press the guitar pick, you can record yourself. Comes in handy when you're working on songs. ' Sirius carefully sealed the letter back up and placed everything delicately back in the box. "Sirius?" Jess whispered. "You have really, really good parents." he said quietly. Remus quietly left the room, deciding it was best to give the two of them some time. "I know." she said softly. Sirius just nodded, still just slightly shaking until she placed her hand on his. "Maybe you can meet them sometime. You know, to properly welcome you to the family and all." she said. There was more to that statement than either of them were willing to talk about at that moment. Grey eyes caught green and they just stared for a moment. She decided to break the tension with some comedy. "Mum may be swayed by your charms but I will not being giving you your present from me until it's your actual birthday." she said. "You got me a present?" he questioned. "Yes, and I'm not telling so don't even try!" she scolded as she stuck her finger in his face. He smirked at her challenge as he carefully placed the box underneath his bed and grabbed her ankle. "Not even if I do...." he trailed off as he hovered above her neck. "This." She bit her lip when his lips caressed her skin. "No!" she cried out. "Don't use your tricks!" "How about here?" he asked kissing her nose. "Never." she whispered. "Alright." he said. "But I think I'll try one more." "I'll never surrender, Captain Hook!" she called out, grinning wickedly as she saw her book on his bed side table. "Now, now Tinkerbell. Let's not be rash." he teased. "Now give me some of that pixie dust." She erupted into a fit of giggles, "Sirius Black, Lord of the Cheeseballs!" He tickled her relentlessly, "Surrender!" "Never!" she said rolling out from underneath him and racing into the halls, "Lost Boys, unite! We have to defend ourselves against the terrible Captain Hook!" The muggleborns got it, thought it was weird, but go it. Everyone...just kind of wrote it off as Jess being Jess. And James Potter stood at the foot of stairs looking at his friend with an odd expression on his face. "What?" Sirius asked. James shook his head. "Nothing. It's just...you two are clearly into some weird things." he said. Sirius laughed and shoved his friend along into his room. The thing was...he didn't mind her little games. He loved them almost as much as he did her.

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embrassemoi · 3 years

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(1/8) *inhales* *starts screaming like a howler* IT'S HAPPENING OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING! Honestly, you have no idea after how many times I checked tumblr after your sbtmas update post. I don't even know where to begin. Probably I should start with moony, right! When he took her flying and asked her to let go of her hands, it kind of reminded me of *that* scene from titanic but with stars and actual flying (sorry jack dawson but remus lupin is and always will be superior). It was just so, so

*inhales too and starts screaming back* HOLY - IT'S HAPPENING! AHHHHHH! REMUSSSSS! AHHHHHHHH - KEEP CALM !!!!!

Ah! now that you mention it, it also reminds me of that 'I'm flying' from titanic!

(2/8) beautiful. I cannot even begin listing everything I loved about that scene or else I would have to copy and paste the entire thing here. "But now, watching her glow, it dawned on Remus that he was holding the golden beam that threatened to paint the midnight sky gold." I mean- I probably read this three times because *screaming* HE'S IN LOVE, YOUR HONOR!!! Also I love, love, love the sun, moon and stars being used to represent mc, remus and sirius. It's kind of interesting sun is actually

I WANT YOU TO KNOW I WAS 100% SCREAMING WHILE WRITING THAT ENTIRE SCENE LMFAO! I'm glad you liked it! It was definitely *so far* one of my favourite scenes to write

(3/8) a star so they are similar and belong together, but also the moon and sun are kind of opposites and opposites attract and complete each other. So both sirius and remus are good matches for her but have very diffrent dynamics... I don't know, I am probably overthinking again. But I just don't know who to ship her with at this point. And I don't think you are going to fast with their relationship, their relationship progressed so naturally and beautifully, especially since the beginning

Well when I was in the planning stages of figuring out what I wanted to really add in this fic, one of the first things that came to mind was taking advantage of the moon and star metaphors. it makes things so much more romantic / angsty and plus - they're there. what am I supposed to do - not use the absolute gold I have at my finger tips? (see what I did there)

and no! I always encourage predictions being made. some of my readers have been scarily accurate and it scares the fuck outta me but they're hilarious to read! Like I had one clever reader send in a prediction of what was going to happen and my jaw dropped. Spot on!

also for the MC and remus' relationship progressing - I had to cut out so m u c h because it really was too rushed. But don't worry, it'll be moved to other upcoming chapters!

(4/8) of the sixth year. Okay, I know this chapter was remus' time to shine but can we talk about sirius for a minute? The way he looked at with so much vulnerability in front of everyone. Couple of chapters ago he didn't even cast a spell at her during their duel and bowed in front of her. Considering how romantic feelings are foreign to him, it's crazy to see how much he grown to care for her in a short amount of time. I can't help but love their chemisty, even after everything that happend.

SIRIUS! darling... I feel awful. I can't wait to write his POV of how he's feeling sometime in the near future.

yeah, I was also trying to go for the intense guilt he feels about everything so :p I love torturing characters, don’t I?

(5/8) And there were so many little things in this chapter that made me so happy. McLaggen already started causing drama and I'm so here for it. Sybill celebrating her birthday. Matthew being the best friend ever (When gaplin family owl arrived, i though something happend to him and I was terrified). Lily finally talking to mc again! Regulus' extravagant gift! But being dramatic must be a Black family thing. I can't belive he got her a ring that practically screams "the noble and most ancient

McLaggen - stirring the pot. sly mother fucker haha!

Matthew made a little cameo! I love writing him :D!!!! I have a few things in store for his arch and ughhhh ahahahahah. and omg! no! If I was going to hurt Matthew, I wouldn't do It this early. (That sounds like a threat haha)

(6/8) house of black" while hiding their friendship. Somebody bound to connect the dots (sirius maybe?), right? And he's with his parents for "an event"? Very suspicious. P.S. Bc I'm not creative with names (like remus' parents) I was calling the bunny furry little problem the second or moony jr. in my head. And as for name... flopsy could be cute. I know it's very stereotypical but there was a children's book called "the tale of flopsy bunnies" and I feel like remus might have been familiar

Lmfao fucking Regulus - or really the black family - always one for the dramatic. I can't wait to *eventually* write more of dramatic ass Sirius.

I've also been referring to the bunny as 'furry little problem' in my head haha!

(7/8) with muggle children's books because of his mother and idk, naming a pet after a book character feels like something he would do. Also floppy and flops were some of the nicknames james used to call mc, so it could be cute (But owl bait is also a brilliant name as well). P.P.S. Can we talk about how after mc comes to his dorm for the "bunny time" (very cute btw) remus said something like "i feel like you're using me for my pet" and in one of the previous chapters mc told him he was using

- also I'm surprised you remember that part about James calling her 'Flops' ETC considering I only mentioned it briefly. Wow! And you're absolutely right, it would be such a cute call back to the MC!

I'm going to be running a 'poll' (idk if I should call it that) sometime within the next few days of a list of name suggestions I've gotten and let readers choose the name! and I'll totally add your suggestion to the list. love it!

(8/8) her for the casette player. I don't know if it was intentional but for some reason that made me laugh so hard. And seems like I talked way too much again thank you for this chapter and thank you for listening/reading my ramblings, I guess. *screaming stops* *howler rips itself into pieces* -🌸

It was intentional! I'm glad you caught on!

and thank you for rambling, as always I loved reading it! Made my week :D xx I wish you a wonderful day/evening 😊

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part two: breaking point (cal lowell x mc)

[a little note: i should come up with a name for this series. Two stories almost back to back - this is what happens when inspiration finally manages to cooperate. I wanted to get this out quickly, while I’m still very much invested. If you read it - than you! If you leave a comment, bless you!].

[part one]

[summary: when Wren (MC) is faced with the choice to either walk away or protect Donny, she chooses the latter. But tensions brew between her, Cal and the pack - because for an alpha, the pack must always come first.]

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The pub is in full swing as Wren follows Donny past the double doors of the entrance. The two bouncers dressed in all black and they stiffen, their posture indifferent to her presence while paying no mind to Donny’s less imposing stature. Although they make no move to stop her, Wren still feels their eyes trained on her back as she pushes past them.

There’s a heavy scent of smoke that clings to the air the moment they’ve stepped inside. Her nose tickles, and Wren sneezes before she uses the collar of her shirt to shield herself from the worst of it. It isn’t until the smoke thins out as they delve deeper into the pub that her eyes are able to adjust to the view.

On first glance The Howlers is a good place to mingle and chat to strangers if you’ve got the time. The lightning is darker than she remembers – not that she makes it a priority to visit anymore, but the place seemed to always hold character. Maybe it’s the fact that they only play 80s rock music from the jukebox located in the corner of the room. Or maybe it’s the hustle and bustle from the typical Friday crowd. Still, it’s lively – with the sound of laughter as a common occurrence as people flag down waitresses for a round of more drinks. Predominantly, Wren spots the telltale signs of werewolves spread sporadically – donned in their familiar jackets that emphasizes their pack insignia. The rest are seemingly an innocent mix of humans and supernatural; coexisting all in one place. Most of those humans probably can’t even tell the difference.

If Wren hadn’t been on edge when she’d walked in, she certainly is now as several onlookers’ gazes halt in her general direction. Muttering stiff apologies, she wedges herself among smaller groups of people until the bar is nearly within plain sight. She makes a point to raise her chin high, despite the lingering glances that still haven’t looked elsewhere. Some of them she recognizes, some of them she doesn’t – most of them aren’t happy to see her.

“Hey wait a second –” She starts, but it’s too late to stop him; Donny has already scampered ahead of her. He’s almost half way across the room within the seconds it takes her to speak, heading in what appears to be one of the backrooms after a boy near his age waved him over.

Wren hesitates to call after him a second time.

So much for finally hanging out together.

Honestly, she shouldn’t be surprised. Donny’s antics of ignoring her is something she’s accustomed to. Feeling a little deflated by his distance, Wren stuffs her hands inside the pockets of her jeans and swaggers the rest of the way over the bar.

At least she’ll be able to drink and forget. That’s at the least the one plus side.

She orders a beer and almost reflexively remembers she’s the one in charge of getting Donny back home in one piece.

Ugh.

Changing her order at the last second and giving the older bartender an apologetic smile, she slouches a little inside her stool as her eyes skimmed the length of the room.

There are always a pair of eyes hovering in her direction – wolves mostly; she wonders irritably if they don’t have anything more to do with their time than send daggers at nearly every given opportunity. Still, she supposes it could be worse. They could have let her stay outside. The last time she’d been here hadn’t been pleasant and Wren rubs her eyes at the memory.

“Is everything okay Wren?”

She glances up at the bartender to find his brow creased with worry. She forces a smile. “I’m alright Bill,” she mumbles, “it’s just been one of those days.”

“Don’t I know it,” Bill snorts derisively, his dark eyes softening with sympathy when she doesn’t respond right away. Pausing, he scratches his bread, then hands her a drink of water. “But it’ll get better. You just gotta take every day one step at a time.”

“Even when every day is starting to look insufferable?” She eyes him critically before bringing the cup of water to her lips. “And in the form of a seventeen-year-old boy?”

“Even then. I’ve had to raise three, be lucky you only have one to deal with.” He clucks his tongue.

“Damn, I’ll cheers to that then.” She raises her class to him and he laughs before lifting an empty polished glass towards hers’.

They clink.

“Haven’t you ever heard of that sayin’? When life gives you lemons, you –”

“- make lemonade.” She finishes for him, “yeah, yeah – only about a hundred times.” She rolls her eyes, setting her drink slowly back on the counter.

“Thatta girl.” He seems satisfied with her answer and grins. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

At least she can always count on Bill not to great her like an outsider. He’s the only one that accepts her as one of his own, and she wonders if it has anything to do with him being half-demon. Although, he’s only half human – he’s treated her more humane than all the other bartenders here.

Frowning at the thought, Wren rifles through her jacket until she’s able to find her phone. She dials Cal’s number quickly before hooking the device by her ear.

It barely rings once before his warm baritone floats across the line. “Good evening beautiful.”

Hearing his voice does something funny to her heart. It skips a beat and some of the tension leaves her body. She’s able to sit a little straighter and relax her shoulders at the husky rumble in his tone. “Hey, I just wanted to check in.”

“How sweet,” his tone is light and teasing. “Good thing too, you’re just in time. I’m almost done over here.”

“Long day?”

“The longest.” He replies with a sigh, “I just can’t wait to get home and see you.”

“Sweet-talker,” she teases back. “You’re just saying that to get me alone again.”

“I need to get you alone. Maybe we’re finally due for a vacation.”

She smiles, “I’d like that.”

“Hmm, how do you feel about going up north – getting out of the city?”

“Mmm,” she closes her eyes briefly – picturing the two of them snuggling and getting cozy by a fireplace. “A weekend at a cottage sounds heavenly.” She sighs wistfully. “There has to be marshmallows and lots of blankets.”

“Sold.” He laughs. “I love that idea, it’s definitely a top-contender. It would be nice to have some alone time; I know we haven’t been able to lately.”

“I don’t mind stealing moments here and there.” Just thinking about this morning makes Wren’s stomach flutter. “Especially when they’re rough and fast.” She lowers her voice, “god you can make a girl scream Lowell.”

Cal utters a noise somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. “Be careful, I’m too far away for a repeat performance right now.”

“Don’t temp me to stop by your office.” She warns. She mumbles a short word of thanks to the bartender as he delivers a second glass in front of her.

“Where are you?” He pauses for a moment, “are you by the pub?”

“Mhm, just here with Donny – who’s left me alone the second we walked in by the way. Classic Donny.”

“You know he doesn’t mean anything by it.” But Cal sighs as he says it, and she can almost picture his brows forming a crease.

“I know – I just want to get through to him. I keep hoping that if we get a chance to bond, he won’t see so bad for you.”

His interjection is almost immediate. “He doesn’t think you’re bad for me.”

She shrugs, “not in so many words, I guess it just feels that way. I see the way you two are with each other when I’m not around. It’s…nice.” She ends her sentence shakily, clearing her throat that’s suddenly grown thick with emotion. She’s never grown up with that and in a lot of ways – she envies them for it. She’s always wanted a family – people to make her feel like a whole person and not the bits of herself she’s still trying to figure out.

“I think sometimes he just misses it being the two of us.”

Wren snorts. “I’ve gathered as much.”

“But,” he continues, his voice upbeat despite the flatness of Wren’s own tone, “he’ll see how amazing you are the more you two hang around each other – I know he will.”

“Mhm,” she’ll believe it when she sees it.

“Is that –” A pause. And then, “is that the only thing that’s troubling you?”

She’s almost surprised he’s able to tell so quickly that something is wrong. But then again, Cal has always been proven to be extremely considerate of her feelings – even when she tries to bury and hide them. He seems to have the uncanny ability to read her.

Wren bites her lower lip for a second, deliberating on how to answer. “I guess it’s a little awkward…being here without you.” There are still eyes watching, probably ears listening around her too. And the longer she sits, fiddling with her drink – the more she wishes he was here.

Somehow as though reading her thoughts, Cal’s tone turns soft and he mutters softly into the phone. “I’ll swing by as soon as I’m done.”

“Thanks,” she swallows thinly. “It’s not that I don’t like it here,” you’re a liar and you know it Wren. Ignoring the voice in her head, she continues “it’s just I prefer being here with you on my arm.” Suddenly smirking, she brings her drink to her lips and takes a long sip. “I mean you are pretty nice arm candy.”

Hearing him laugh across the other line, makes Wren to smile into her drink. She loves the sound of his laugh.

“Wren, you’re one of the most capable women I know. Down to when we just met – you were ready to tackle and beat the shit out of a guy for cheating during my cage match for Donny.”

Oh yeah, that did happen. Those days she’d never even realize how important Cal would be to her – not completely, but she’s always had an inkling they’d share something. It’s only her luck that something turned into something she never wants to let go of.

“There’s nothing anyone can say or do to you there that you can’t handle,” his words bring her back to the present, “– werewolf or otherwise.” He finishes and speaks with such alarming sincerity and pride in his voice that her heart swells with affection for him. “Most of all you’re my mate. As much as they don’t care for it, as long as you’re under my protection – you’ll be okay.”

“Not that I need the protection, but I’m still completely melting over what you said.” She props a hand up and tucks it underneath her chin. “I love it when you get all protective and sweet over me – it’s really a turn-on.”

“Good,” he laughs. “I intend to take care of you for a very long time Wren Howell.”

“Mmm, right back at you.”

“I’m getting ready to leave now; I’ll see you soon?”

“I’ll be waiting.” Exchanging goodbyes, Wren pockets her phone for a moment, still smiling over their conversation. He reassures her like there’s never anything to be afraid of – but he’s the one that makes her feel fearless.

Flagging Bill down for another drink, she points to her cup. “Could you bring me a beer this time? Heineken?” Hell, one drink won’t kill her. Probably.

Bill nods, before turning his back to her and quickly retrieving it.

While he’s busy opening the beer, Wren slides a twenty and turns her attention to behind the bar. She frowns at the sound of some kind of commotion – she can’t make out the words yet, but several people in the bar seems drawn in that direction too. Damn, sometimes she wishes she had a better sense of hearing. Almost half the supernaturals she knows of had ten times better hearing than she does.

“Is something going on back there?” She jerks her chin behind Bill.

Bill gets the top off of her drink effortlessly before giving her a nod. “Yeah, it’s just some kids giving trouble after losing a gamble.”

Oh no. Is that why she’s had a funny feeling since getting here? Did she dare think the worst? There’s no way Donny would - “Which kids?” She’s almost too afraid to ask for more, but it doesn’t seem like she has much of a choice.

Before Bill is able to answer, the flurry of activity turns into a scuffle as two familiar and young-looking werewolves leap past the crowd that’s started forming and abruptly whizzes past the bar.

“Hey! Get back here!”

There’s a third figure fumbling to get by, but a beefy man blocks his path, and Wren can’t see past him to get a good sense of going on. Grabbing her beer, she gives the bartender a parting smile before stalking over, her boots clicking quickly on the floor as she tries to get past the small crowd that’s formed.

The first thing she notices is how scuffed up Donny looks. His hair is askew, there’s an angry gnash across his cheek and blood dropping from his mouth as he spits on the floor. His fists are clenched and the beefy man a few feet away glares down at him with so much hostility that Wren’s terrified he’d beat the shit out of him right then and there.

“Woah, woah – woah.” She holds up a hand, pushing past the crowd that’s gathered to step in front of Donny protectively. “What the hell is going on here?”

“The little shit here owes me one grand.” The beefy man sneered, jerking his behind her. His arms are covered nearly from head to toe as he folds them.

“This little shit has a name,” Wren speaks up, holding the hand around her beer tighter while the other helps to keep a clear distance between Donny and the taller figure still glaring them.

He has a good five inches on her – but he isn’t too tall for her not to still deck him if she needed to. “It’s Donny, and he isn’t just any pup – he’s the alpha’s little brother.” She doesn’t like pulling rank, but she’s starting to realize that look in the man’s eyes – the blazing anger that’s reserved for someone who isn’t going to go anywhere unless they’re given what’s due.

“Well in that case, he can pay his and his friends share. Since Cal sits so fucking high on horse, I’m sure it’s no problem to pay off the debt he owes us.” At the sound of us, two other men stepped away from the crowd to stand behind him.

Shit.

“And what I’m looking at is two grand from all three of them. So pay up.”

Ah, shit.

“I don’t need your help.” Donny’s protest is weak and almost a soft whimper as he tries to step away from her.

At the slight movement, the two men flanking the beefier one steps towards them until Wren growls and their attention shifts back to her.

“Really not the time Donny.” Wren snaps back, shifting towards the side until she’s in front of him again. She doesn’t want to hear it from him not right now. She’s pretty sure if they get out of this alive, Cal is gonna beat the shit out of him when he finds out. Hell, maybe she’ll give him a piece of her mind too.

Truth is – she doubts Donny has that kind of money – she didn’t. Not right now. She’s blown past her last check to help pay for Donny’s school fee this year and the idea of giving the last of her savings to some assholes is the last thing she wants to do. “Look Donny��s a kid.” She starts, making cautionary steps back. She motions for Donny to do the same. “He didn’t know what he’s doing.”

“I heard it’s not the first time he’s gambled himself into a debt he can’t pay.” The beefy man sneered.

“And look where that got him?” Wren notices out of the corner of her eyes that a few people have started paying more attention to their circumstances. Several of them carrying Cal’s insignia. “You attack Cal Lowell’s brother,” she raises her chin higher, “you put a target on your back.”

The three men exchange glances and then laugh. They laugh so hard that the crowd uneasily starts to get bigger and Wren keeps edging her way towards the counter-tops of the bar – hoping that’ll give them enough cover to cause some sort of distraction to get out of here.

“Cal’s got nothing on me, ain’t that right boys?”

The two men nod, “that’s right Derek, he eats people like him for breakfast.”

Shit, she definitely doesn’t like the sound of that.

At this point, there’s a shuffle of movement behind her – and Wren nearly does a double-take at the line of four other men stepping up to her defense. She recognizes most of them and almost utters a sigh of relief that they’re from Cal’s pack.

“I’d get out of here if I were you man. That isn’t just any woman you’re talking.”

“Yeah,” one of the men growled. “She’s a real piece of work, huh?” His beady eyes give her once over that makes Wren’s skin crawl.

“It’s Cal’s mate.” One of the men behind her mutter, “and if I were you –”

“I’d back the fuck off.” Wren interjects, feigning more confidence than she actually feels. “You think Cal is the only person you shouldn’t piss off? I’m one of the best nighthunters this side of the state.” Okay, saying she’s one of the best is a stretch – but she can’t appear weak. They’ll jump at the chance to hurt Donny if she does.

Plus, she isn’t completely alone. She tries to tell herself they’ve at least got the numbers to take them on if they had to, but all the cocky attitude vanishes from her expression when three men from the crowd swagger over and fall in line behind Derek – wearing tattoos in a familiar fashion.

Maybe, this isn’t such a coincidence after all.

“Donny, you’re gonna have to run.” Wren whispers softly, behind her. Not taking her eyes off the men, she tries to step tentatively backwards. She tries to be subtle; shifting her half-empty beer to her dominant hand.

If looks could kill, the blind rage in Derek’s eyes would have had Wren rolling in her own grave right about now.

“No way.” Donny mutters back stubbornly.

Ah, fuck. “Come on kid, work with me here.”

Tension oozes between both sides – neither one of them making the first move, until Donny snarls and bares his teeth at them.

Suddenly all hell breaks loose.

Wren isn’t sure who moved first – if it’s Derek or a collection of wolves that move together as one once they ran full speed into them. The rest of the room erupts into chaos soon after – with bodies wrestling into each other the moment they make contact.

Wren shoves Donny out of the way just as Derek slams into her.

The force is strong enough to send her flying and Wren lands with a hard thud across the counter of the bar. Tears threaten to swim her eyes for a second until she’s able to recover and roll herself off the counter seconds before Derek’s punch can land – taking half of the granite counter tops with him.

Shit.

Wren flings the bottle from her hand and watches as it lands almost directly near the top of Derek’s balding head.

The man grunts, stumbling for a second before growling and throwing himself at her.

Wren utters a yelp of surprise – barely dodging the most of his blow before delivering one of her own. She punches him square in the jaw, hisses as her knuckles make contact and does it a second time before ducking away from his hands.

The stint of the blow makes her wince but adrenaline has already flooded her system and Wren knows if she doesn’t act quickly – he’ll catch her.

All around her, there’s tossing of glass despite Bill and the two bouncers trying desperately to maintain order – fists that find flushed and angry faces – plus a bellow of screams and growls that makes Wren think she belongs in some old Western instead of a dingy bar across the river in New Orleans. The situation is almost comical – if she hadn’t been knee-deep it; dodging Derek’s attempt to grab her as she makes her way towards the exit of the bar.

A blow to her stomach from another wolf makes her swear she’ll see stars as she sags against the wall. The pain is almost blinding, but Wren has adrenaline on her side. Taking a moment to breathe, her eyes searches for Donny and much to her relief he’s remained mostly unscathed – closer to one of the exits with a werewolf that had backed them up earlier. Good, she’d lost sight of him for a second and she hates the idea of anyone else hurting him except for her when they’re back home later.

Another punch sails by her head and Wren ducks at the last second to avoid it. Some of the cement from the wall give way and falls on top of her head. She drops low to swipe at the man’s knees in front of her.

He staggers and Wren twists upwards to strike an uppercut across his jaw – powerful enough for him to stumble and fall. Wincing, she takes a second to ensure she hasn’t broken her wrist before she twists away – not giving the man a chance to recover.

Now’s my chance.

Sprinting towards the door, Wren abandons all pretenses of fighting anyone else before a hand grabs onto her and yanks her back. “Fuck –” The world threatens to go black as her head hits the pavement.

Something twists There’s a moment she thinks her fear will win out before she tries unsteadily to get back on her feet. They buckle and she falls. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“You fucking bitch!” Derek bellows, grabbing her by the ankle. He digs into her flesh and a flare of pain shoots up her leg. “You’ll pay me what you owe!”

Wren twists enough to peer down at the irrational rage inside the man’s eyes. He’s still holding on too tight – and if she isn’t careful, he’ll break her bones. Yelling, she uses the heel of her boots to kick him. “Let me go!”

The man grunts. The pressure decreases as she struggles against him. His grip loosens, but he doesn’t let go.

He kicks him harder this time, yanking her leg away despite the ache in her ankles at the sudden motion. She scrambles to her feet and barely moves three steps before he tries to grab her arm again.

“That’s enough!”

The entire bar nearly goes completely still.

Although Wren recognizes him – it’s always easy for her to tell because he takes so much space of the doorway; the dull-amber colors in his eyes alludes her into thinking he’s not just Cal anymore. He’s the alpha. And the alpha demands complete control.

Almost immediately, every wolf belonging to his pack lowers their head in a sort of reverence and subservient way. Only the remaining stragglers stay half unhinged by his appearance. They stare at him, blinking and unblinking as he steps further into the pub. “What the fuck is going on here?” His tone hasn’t changed, but the words are said with purpose as his eyes dart around the room.

They land on Donny first, who wipes blood from his lips before finding her.

Ah, shit.

The look of surprise turns into instant worry as his eyes look her over from head to toe. Something in her chest tightens until disappointment replaces his concern. Before she’s able to say anything – he has already turned his attention elsewhere. “Well?”

Most of the residents -notwithstanding the werewolves have began packing up as Bill half-orders them out.

Derek, bloodied and still holding onto Wren – drops his hand and jerks his chin at Donny. “Just collecting on a debt that’s all. He owes me.”

There’s a tumble of emotions inside of Cal’s eyes at his words. Then just as quickly, they disappear and he smoothens his face into a careful expression. “I suggest we take that matter outside, as the leader of my pack – I’ll deal with anything he owes you.” He starts, then inclining his head to Bill apologetically he adds. “I will take care of this, if you’ll allow me to come by tomorrow.”

Bill doesn’t protest, seemingly he nods in understanding as the rest of people began to clear out for the night. “It’s time I closed anyway.” Louder, he adds. “The Howlers is closed – get your asses out of here.”

There are murmurs and snorts all around, but no one disagrees with the man in charge. Slowly the crowds began to think out and disappear in threes and twos at a time. Most of them leaving have bruises here and there – the worst of it are probably the people clutching their arms and favoring one leg.

“We shouldn’t be fighting in someone else’s fine establishment; won’t you gentlemen follow me outside? Where we can discuss this properly?”

The men behind Derek hesitate, clearly taken aback by Cal’s decorum. Derek snorts, his nostrils flaring before he agrees surly. “As long as I get what’s owed to me.”

“Perfect, just give me a second to talk to the owner and I’ll meet you outside.”

“You better.” He said begrudgingly. Wordlessly, he walks past Wren and shoves Cal before pushing past the door’s entrance.

Wren swallows past the sudden lump in her throat. Cal’s barely looked at her since coming in, and she can tell by the way his jaw is clenched that he’s too angry to do much talking than he has to. Still, her concern for his feelings are louder than how considerate she knows she should be, and tries to reach for his arm as he steps past her. “Cal, I –”

He doesn’t move away, but he doesn’t reach for her either. Although his eyes don’t glance back to meet her pleading gaze, she feels the change in the atmosphere between them – as tense as it had been moments ago, just before the fight had broken out. “Could you take Donny home? I need to take care of this before I talk to those guys out there.”

“Of course.” She hesitates, “if you need anything else –”

“What I need, is just a moment to convince the staff that this was all some kind of misunderstanding. The last thing I need is for them to think my pack is a danger to anyone coming in here.” He snaps, his voice raising an octave higher that makes her flinch in response.

Her own temper rises at the sound of his tone. “look, it’s not like any of us planned for any of this to happen –”

“No, because you never give a thought to what anyone else wants.”

“E-e-excuse me?!’ She sputters. Her heart has started beating louder than the sound of her own breath as she takes a giant inhale to settle her nerves – to stop herself from saying something she’ll regret later. Anger is easier to resist when it isn’t someone she cares about. “Look, I know tonight was a lot, but you don’t get to put that on me.” She can barely temper her own voice, although miraculously – she manages to ignore the urge to scream. “Things happened so fast,” she steps close enough to point a finger at his chest. “And I tried to stop it.”

“Did you?” His tone is almost mocking.

“I did!”

When Cal turns to her, his eyes are flashing with so much anger that for a moment – the rest of Wren’s sentence dies in her throat.

She’s seen him look at a lot of people like that over the year she’s known him. It’s the kind of fierceness and anger he channels, whenever he protects someone he loves – whenever he’s protected her. It’s the kind of raw anger whenever Donny’s safety is threatened that Wren often finds endearing. But she can’t find it endearing now, not when she’d never thought to see the day he’d look at her like that– like she’s the enemy. As though she’s made it her life mission to screw this all up.

“I’ve got half a dozen pissed off wolves, a couple others I’ve never met before and a staff to help to pay for all the fucking damages here.” He takes a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair as though it’ll take some of the frustration out of him. “If you want to help me Wren, I just need you to take Donny home because from where I’m standing that’s the only thing you can do for me.”

The stint of his words hit home. She barely manages some semblance of a nod before she turns to leave; her eyes stinging with tears she refuses to shed as she jerks her chin at Donny. Without waiting for him to respond, she pushes her way past the metal doors of the entrance and wastes no time to shove past the small crowd still left at the front of the bar.

By time she’s found her car, her fingers are shaking and it takes a couple attempts for her to fish the keys out of her pocket. Fuck. Keep it together, just keep it together. A sob escapes her throat, and Wren yanks the door quickly open as Donny’s footsteps finds the passenger seat of her truck. She turns on the ignition, and rubs her eyes hastily as he slips inside.

“I’m sorry.”

There’s a tremble in Donny’s voice.

Wren freezes, glancing up only to stare at him.

Sometimes, she forgets he’s still just a kid.

And much to her dismay, his eyes are glassy enough that she thinks he’ll cry. Although he isn’t bleeding anymore, he looks nearly as broken as she feels – from his torn shirt, down to the arm he’s currently clutching to his chest.

She doesn’t speak, not at first. Almost hesitantly, she leans across to his side of the car and squeezes his good hand for good measure. And for a moment, it’s enough.

His eyes are a little clearer as he stares unblinkingly back at her.

She offers him a shaky smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Me too, kid.”

Leaning back inside her seat, she winces at the dull ache in her sides at the motion. With the adrenaline rush nearly gone, she’ll be feeling a hell of a lot more before she even reaches the main road. Closing her eyes for a moment – she breathes deeply, searching until she’s able to find enough strength and willpower to move. Seconds later, her eyes fly open – Wren smoothly pulls the car out of reverse and drives home.

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Lost By Choice (2/3)

Here’s the second chapter of the Naked and Afraid AU that no one asked for! This was going to be the end, but I decided a third chapter was necessary. For... science.

Chapter 1

AO3

crrreeeaaaaak

snap!

squeeeeaaaaal

THUNK

fuck.

Killian's bare feet pounded the Earth at a rate that far exceeded his current capabilities. Exhausted and still pissed and without any real nutrition, he shouldn't be doing more than lying against a tree and drowning his sorrows in dirty rain water, but those sounds that just practically echoed through the jungle? That was definitely his maddening, headstrong, obnoxious, broken, brave, idiotic, beautiful partner falling out of a goddamn tree.

He'd heard her climb it. She hadn't actually gone far after she'd stormed off and scrapped together her own shelter. They didn't really have enough energy in them to be wandering, so it made perfect sense. And she'd probably been hungry. And pissed. And decided to go hunting.

And it's not like he could have offered to help. Noooo, that was the problem to begin with, wasn't it? She wanted to go it alone. (On a show designed for two fucking people; god he was never going to stop fuming over that.) So he left her to herself. He trusted her. Why wouldn't he? She absolutely was capable of surviving on her own, of that he was sure.

But you can't predict the accidents that happen when your brain is muddled and your heart is on fire.

Speaking of accidents and brain-muddle, maybe running wasn't the best idea? Nah. Walk. Walking was less dangerous.

"Swan!" Though her fall had been audible - she was definitely close - it wasn't clear in which direction. And the fact that she wasn't crying, moaning, screaming... well, that was concerning.

"Swan!" His voice was cracking like a twelve year old lad's but the seconds ticking by were only further convincing him - and the medic staff behind him it seemed - that Emma Swan was going to be the show's first fatality.

"SWAN!"

"God, shut UP, Kilian," a strained voice whined from a few yards ahead.

Thank fucking Christ.

"Emma, what the bloody hell were you - "

"Mr. Jones, please step back while we assess your partner," one of the producers so diplomatically requested.

"I'm fine," Emma practically growled, her teeth clenched and the deepest scowl he'd ever seen marring her now very dirty face.

"The blood would suggest otherwise, there, Swan."

And boy was there a lot of blood. Her torso and legs seemed to get the brunt of it, scratches and scrapes covering the left half of her.

"It's just - groan - superficial," Emma groaned as she tried to steady herself to stand.

"Miss Swan! Lie back down!" the medic shouted in a thick accent. "You need to be assessed."

"UGGHHH!"

She probably used three quarters of her remaining energy on making that sound of disgust, but Emma.... Emma was a stubborn one. And she apparently was going to make her distaste unknown, even at her own detriment.

"You two might make for good TV, but I swear if you die and we get sued..." the producer half-ranted near but not at Emma. It wasn't clear if he even realized he was speaking aloud, but whatever. It was offensive. Especially because "make good TV" was definitely a signal that they were going to do some heavy editing on this episode, and god knows what exactly that would end up looking like. One of them would be cast as the villain, and with Emma bleeding, it was certainly going to be him.

Though she was the one yelling more often. So maybe her? No. It couldn't be. That definitely was not something he wanted to see.

And didn't want to know how that would affect her. Not well, for sure.

That's the problem with signing up for an event like this to work through your personal issues. It's effective, certainly. But at what cost?

More personal issues, probably.

"Ouch!" Emma shouted, the medic's hands now running down her left side.

"The cuts, they aren't deep. But you do run risk of infection by staying out here. The choice is yours."

The medic was speaking to Emma - at first - but turned very pointedly at the pacing producer once he got to that 'choice' part.

"You can't risk infection, Swan," Killian offered, his voice quiet as if to show he was speaking to her on a personal level and not as part of this ridiculous reality show.

Emma's eyes were closed and she was breathing hard through her nostrils, almost like she was trying to center herself. Or maybe imagine she were anywhere but here.

"... I can't quit, Killian. I just - I have to do this."

There was a brief pause, a heaviness in the air as all parties (save for the howler monkeys) were silent.

Then: "You heard the woman. All right, let's get out of their hair. Camera 1 - come in close. Emma, you'll need to film a confessional on your own camera once you're back to camp. Preferably your original camp."

Just as quickly as the team had descended, they disappeared into the jungle, leaving a worried Killian and a still-bleeding Emma to figure out how they were going to last until Day 21.

(And how they were going to address - or pointedly ignore - the blowup that occurred less than a day ago.)

"Fuck everything!" Emma screamed, the cameraman chuckling just enough that he knew there'd need to be an audio edit on top of a very long BLEEP to mask her profanity.

How much of this stupid show's budget went to blurring their frustrated words and their private bits? Probably all of it, since the accommodations weren't exactly 5-star.

He reached his hand down to help Emma to fully stand and kept his grasp on her elbow to keep her from slipping as they trudged through the thick vegetation around the tree that felled her. Once they reached the camp, he helped lower her against a rock, leaning with her right side against the dirt to avoid further contamination of her wound. It being a brief intermission in the marathon of a storm they're experiencing, rebuilding a fire might not be totally impossible. So he set out to do just that, gathering small pieces of tinder that had been buried under other stuff, hopefully shielding it enough from the wet in order for it to burn. He reassembled the pump drill and got to work on the friction part, praying to any God that might listen that he get something to catch.

"Why aren't you lecturing me," Emma whispered after what had probably amounted to 30 minutes of silence.

(She was really the only thing that could break his focus.)

"Why would I lecture you?"

"... because I'm an idiot?"

Hah.

"Yeah, well, welcome to the club, Swan. Though, to be fair, I think we were both branded lifetime achieving idiots when we shed our clothes and traipsed into a jungle with a stranger. Don't you think?"

For the first time in days her lips twisted upward, just a hint of a smile tugging at her features.

"OK but I went a little extra on the idiot. A little."

"Only because I snapped. We're a team and I should have done better at... I don't know, being your partner and not your keeper."

She scoffed and ran her fingers through her messy hair (it would have been so much more convenient for her to have cut it before this adventure, but he found himself appreciating the fact she didn't). "I think sometimes I need a keeper. I don't exactly... play well with others. Or others don't play well with me. I don't know. Things go bad. I don't know whose fault it is. But I'm ... I'm not letting this be one of those things that goes bad."

"You mean, aside from the shredded thigh you've got going on there."

"Yes, Captain Obvious, aside from that."

"Ooooh, I quite like when you call me Captain." He tried to wink, but there's no way his protein-starved muscles made any kind of attractive expression.

She still laughed.

Thank fucking Christ that it had stopped raining. The fire was going again. The mosquitoes were... less. Not gone, though, and her usually very creamy pale skin was pocked with angry red dots that itched like you wouldn't fucking believe.

And, oh yeah, there were those other angry red marks from where she fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

On the way down I saw you, and you saved me from myyyyself. And I won't forget the way you loved me.

Dear god, she was singing mid-00s emo-pop in her head and yeah, she really needed some fucking food.

She'd tried some gathering again and got them some fruit. And Killian had chopped down a tree like the lumberjack saving Red Riding Hood and they got themselves some heart of palm. So it's not like they were going to die.

But, god, did she just want to die. Mostly of embarrassment at this point. Between the flipping out, the falling, and the over-confessing, she was drained of things to be embarrassed of.

(And don't forget the nudity. The on-camera nudity. Yeah, the wiggly bits would be blurred, but that didn't mean the cameramen, the producers, the medics - and Killian - didn't see all the unedited goodness. And badness.)

Not being able to pull her weight was driving her mad, though, so she set to weaving a basket for a fish trap that Killian might be able to place (no way she was getting in that water and dying of some crazy grossness getting in her yet-to-be-scabbed-over scrapes).

"Ah, Swan! Busy at work, I see!" Killian shouted, his way of announcing himself as he returned to camp from gathering firewood (he'd scared the metaphorical pants off her just the day before - you could have been a jaguar! - worried I'd pounce, love?)

His innuendos and flirt behavior were getting more frequent, but it made for a good distraction. A distraction from her pain, from their hunger and strandedness, and - most of all - from the fact that she didn't hate this whole partner thing, after all.

With her not at full-speed, they've been more forced to divide the labor, to talk things out, to let Killian do something that Emma very much had the capability in some way to do, but chose not to.

Just because you could didn't mean you should.

(Or that you had to.)

Sleeping had been hard the night after her injury. Training herself to not roll where she shouldn't was difficult, especially because she preferred to sleep on her left side on a normal night. But it was thankfully dry and Killian's fire was roaring, and they were able to just have some pleasant conversation until they drifted off to the lullaby of the monkeys and the bugs.

She'd probably only slept an hour total but that hour had been legitimately restful, so it was a check in the 'win' column there.

Only the next day saw more rain. A lot more rain. Enough, in fact, that the fish trap Emma had built and Killian had placed had just.... washed away.

Fuck.

That night was even worse. They were wet, fireless, and so deeply uncomfortable. Visualizing somewhere warm and full of pillows had stopped working right after sunset and Killian's constant groans every time he had to shift to keep from shivering to death were annoying her to pieces. So she made the obvious suggestion.

"Uh, Jones? Wanna cuddle?"

She expected a witty retort or an innuendo, but the poor man was just miserable enough that all he did was crawl over to her and throw his arm over her waist, his belly pressed against her back. He mumbled something incoherent and all she could do was chuckle at him.

Hey, it was only fair she'd provide the warmth via cuddles since he'd provided it through fire before the storm resumed.

Sleep wasn't great that night, either, her mind so focused on the rain and the growling belly and her still very painful scrapes to even be concerned with the soft cock resting between her ass cheeks.

When she awoke in the morning after what amounted to only a nap's worth of sleep, that cock was definitely no longer soft and in any other situation that would mean something, but here? It didn't mean much besides 'thank god one of us actually slept well enough to dream.'

For which she was very appreciative.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," Emma mumbled when Killian finally started stirring, his nose rubbing against her neck like he was scratching an itch or warming and appendage.

"Ah, so we all agree that I'm beautiful," he mumbled in return, scooting away from her and poking his head past the fronds to see what kind of damage they were looking at.

"Yeah, we're almost flooded."

Not new information.

God this place sucked.

"What the hell are we going to do today?" she grumbled, knowing damn well there wasn't going to be much.

"You don't think we should just... chill?"

"I don't know how to chill without access to Netflix. And don't you dare make a sex joke right now because I would never dishonor Netflix by fucking through it instead of watching."

"Damn. Down, girl. I won't insult streaming serial killer docs and orgies."

"What the hell do you watch that you think that's all Netflix is?"

"I'm pleading the fifth." Killian grinned at her like they were in on some inside joke, and really, weren't they? Wasn't this all one big inside joke? No one else had this experience. Not even the cameramen who might film them or the producers "directing" or the viewers watching. This was theirs.

It had been a long time since she shared anything with anyone else. Let alone something special. Or intimate.

(Oh, she'd been naked with guys plenty, but it wasn't nudity of the fucking soul.)

They kept trading jabs for a long while before falling into companionable silence, Killian humming at times and Emma playing drums on the side of her belly that wasn't full of gashes.

How long had it been since she'd had a chance to just be? And with someone else on top of it?

"I'm glad they picked you to be my partner, Jones." It was an out-of-nowhere confession and it left her vulnerable to a whole hell of a lot of jokes from Mr. Chuckles over there. But he took the high road.

"Same here, love. Same here."

That night marked the beginning of the end, unfortunately. Swan was a fighter, but there were some things you just couldn't stop.

Around dusk, the fever set in. The wounds on her thighs were hot to the touch, the scrapes at her ribs starting to ooze. She was going to be pulled - there was no avoiding it - but Emma wasn't having it.

"Killian, I'm fine. I'll heal. We're doing so good!" she whisper-shouted, a shiver wracking her body that had nothing to do with the rain or the nakedness. No, there was no denying now that infection had set in.

"Emma, I'm begging you. Try to come to terms with it now. It's not your fault. But this isn't going to last."

"No!" she whined like a teenager getting grounded, but he couldn't judge her. Not when he could see her world was crashing around her. Without thinking, he scooted himself closer to her, fully enveloping her in his arms. She let out a sob - just a tiny one - before relaxing against him.

The producers and medic were certainly on their way. They couldn't have Emma die of sepsis, all for a dramatic episode.

And he'd been right. They swooped in just minutes after Emma curled against him. She put up a fight - of course she did - but they made it clear that this was no longer her choice. She was being medically pulled from the game. She bitched and grumbled and whined and after finally agreeing that she'd rather not die than complete her challenge, she looked right into a camera and shouted, "this better not drop my fucking PSR!" and started storming off.

The medic caught her, of course, and asked her to lie down on a stretcher. It was procedure, after all.

"Just pretend you're Cleopatra being carried to her throne, love," he joked as she lay down, her wounds now covered with gauze and antibiotic, most likely.

She rolled her eyes but almost smiled.

"Try not to have too much fun without me." Her voice was sadder than he'd actually heard before. Or maybe not sadder, but it was... something. Different.

"Ha! You think I'm staying here without you? Bullocks. I didn't sign up for a solitary confinement experiment here. I'm out of here."

At that, she shot upright, to the deep annoyance of the medic. "You can't! You have to last the 21 days! It's why you came here."

His face was hot and his ear was itchy and he should just shut up, but couldn't really help the over-honest response from spilling out his mouth. "Why you start something isn't why you finish it. Or don't finish it. Sometimes you - well, I mean - people. Sometimes people find something bigger than what they were looking for.

Emma's jaw dropped - as he thought it might - and she was painfully silent. Then and the whole trek to extraction. And the boat ride. She'd smile at him and acknowledge his overall existence, but she didn't use any of her words and it was maddening.

But the poor woman was battling something that in all reality could kill her so he couldn't exactly begrudge her for not addressing the fact that he kind of indicated he may have some warm and fuzzy feelings toward her.

(God, he probably loved her, but she didn't need to know that.)

Once back in the city, she was admitted to the hospital for treatment and he was technically released to return to his very boring, very clothed life. But he couldn't leave. Not without seeing her again.

So he booked a hotel room and waited a few days for her to hopefully start to feel better and then he walked into the hospital seeking out the room number he'd bribed a member of the production team to give him.

When he found her she was awake but lying in bed, an iPad perched on her food tray in front of her.

(Lord knows she loved her Netflix.)

"Swan! You're alive!" was the best he could do to announce his presence without announcing his... intentions.

"Jones! What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be back in Boston, bar crawling for babes or something like that?"

"What exactly are you watching on that daft apparatus that would make you think I'd behave that way?"

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, but - like she often had in the jungle - she gave him just a bit of a smile.

And how fucking gorgeous that smile was when her cheeks were pink and her belly was (presumably) full and she was clean, dry, and not dying.

He left the ball in her court, suddenly more afraid than he'd ever been on Naked and Afraid, just waiting to see if she might actually want to know him as a human being outside of a survival situation or if their time in the jungle was nothing more than a bromance of convenience.

They were both silent, probably for too long. She tapped a few times on her iPad and then closed the case on it, finally looking him up and down.

"Fuck. How is it that you're even hotter with clothes on?!"

Huh. Not the reaction he was expecting.

"See something you like, love?"

"I know you see something you like."

Pause.

"Are you seriously teasing me for having a crush on you?"

"Of course I am. You just wait until our episode airs and I'm painted as the psycho bitch. Nobody has a crush on the psycho bitch, Killian."

"I don't. I have a crush on a smart, determined, damaged, beautiful, stubborn, resourceful badass, who maybe had a silly meltdown once that led to a dangerous infection. But just that one time."

"That you know of."

She hadn't admitted any reciprocated feelings, but she wasn't tossing him out of the room, so that was probably a good sign? Right?

"I don't like the assertion that you could ever duplicate the experience we just had together, love. It was one-of-a-kind, I'd say."

She hummed and started picking at her nails, a nervous twitch he'd never seen before now. "Oh, yeah. Definitely a one-time thing."

"Ha! Well... care to - I don't know - experience maybe some other one-time things with me? Perhaps? Just... not in the jungle. Unless that's what does it for you."

"Nah, definitely something that keeps you in that leather jacket. It does something for me."

She smiled. And he smiled. And after completing the cycle from reluctant partners to enemies to friends to something else, Killian finally sauntered over to her hospital bed and planted a solid kiss right on her still-smiling lips.

Funny the things you can find when you weren't looking to begin with.

tagging: @hollyethecurious & @killian-whump

(p.s. the whump is coming.)

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delicrieux · 6 years

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the one for you

PART 2: THE ONE FOR ME

PAIRING: bill weasley x reader, some charlie weasley x reader

summary: (name) is invited to bill and fleur’s wedding. angst ensues. also, requested by anon: Could I ask you to write the gang at Bill’s wedding? (Without any relation to “won’t he?” because that broke my heart in so many pieces) thank you! I think you are an amazing writer✨

a/n : BILL WILL NEVER BE OVER THE READER!!!! NEVER!!!!! also A FEW THINGS TO NOTE: this is not a part of the ‘wont he’ universe, mc and jacob have a curse breaking firm, mc loves bill and he loves her but oops nothin can be done now! THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @blackphoenixfire FOR THIS AMAZING MOODBOARD!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 PLEASE CHECK EM OUT! <3 also, thank you to @wispila for giving me ideas which they clearly SHOULD NOT DO

feedback is always appreciated xoxo

MASTERLIST. ko-fi (i chug coffee as i write these fics, and another cup would make me happy <3)

“(Name)!” Ever the beautiful, yet secretly somewhat evil, Penny Haywood squeals as she notes you idling around in the shadowy corner of the tent, “(Name), over here!” Her voice is rich with excitement and happiness, and if it was not for the music, surely half of it would be lost. Her hand impatiently begs you to come forth and you do so, eventually, after grabbing a glass of something strong or at least mildly so, to come greet your best friend since Hogwarts in a long overdue hug. She smells like daisies and potion mix. You smile into the hug, it being stronger and fiercer on her end, as you take a shy sip of your drink and silently thank the one who picked out the liquor to at least making it delicious. “I haven’t seen you in so long.” Her interest in the main event is all but lost as she parts from you, gripping your shoulders to get a better look at those tired (colour) eyes of yours, “You never do write anymore…”

“This is a wedding, Penny.” You remind her with a teasing smile, “Best safe the sad topics for the after party… Or at the very least when the kids are sleeping.” You add offhandedly.

She says nothing, but her lips form into a smile, “It’s good to have you back, (Name).”

The invitation to Bill and Fleur’s wedding had reached you all the way in China, when your old bird, Griffin, had graciously dropped the velvety letter onto your head when you were sleeping. It had not awoken you, frankly you doubt a dragon could have woken you up from that coma like slumber (exploring and de-cursing cursed vaults, chambers, homes, jewellery and etc., is always not only stupidly dangerous, but extremely tiring). Fortunately, you had viewed the invitation before it was too late to catch a portkey. You were not surprised to see ‘Wedding’ written in Fleur’s pretty font (Bill Weasley could never and will never have decent handwriting). He is a grown man and he deserves happiness, and marriage would have come sooner or later.

You, and the rest of the guests, watch him and Fleur dance in the glowing fairy lights of the tent, the music soft to fit in with the tune of love. You catch a whiff of Fleur’s flowery perfume as she twirls smiling so brilliantly. The world had long melted around them. They don’t see anyone else but each other.

You had promised Bill many years ago that he would find someone after Emily, that twit who broke his heart in…Was it fifth grade? You quietly recall as you think, your eyes trailing Bill’s and Fleur’s happy image. Ah, you believe it was in fifth grade for him, and third for you. Yes, you sat on the fountain, right next to her, and listened to her spew vile at your favourite person in the world. If your memory serves you right, you had told him the news at The Three Broomsticks. To soften the blow you mumbled that ‘Emily was eaten by a dragon’. That was the same day you promised him that someone will love him for who he is one day. Someone special.

Is it too selfish to think that you figured you would be that person? That he would just wait for you forever?

The dance ends and the guests clap enthusiastically as they kiss. You, of course, don’t shy away from applause yet yours are much quieter. A warm hand lands on your shoulder, and you curiously tilt your head to the side to greet the stranger that decided to seek you out. Charlie Weasley stands next to you in all his blushed glory, though this time you are fairly certain it has little to do with you and all with the drink in his hand. He smiles behind his freckles, eyes glimmering with familiarity and warmth, as he pulls you into a soft hug which you gladly return.

“I knew you’d show.” Charlie says, his lips brushing your forehead, “Ginny did not believe me, but I knew.”

“Believe it or not, it’s not that easy finding quality portkeys in China. Short distances are great, but from there to England? Good luck me finding one that won’t rip my leg off in the process.” You finish with a chuckle, letting him go, yet he keeps you close. “I’ve missed you Charlie.” You say sincerely. He seems to swell from your statement, overflow with emotion as he pulls you into a tight embrace again.

“Me too, (Name).”

“You’ll crush me, Charlie.”

“Good, maybe you won’t leave, then.”

After a few more remarks, he leads you to an empty decorated table. His eyes had trailed each line of your body, but he refrained from further comments, choosing to silently admire you. Yet they kept catching onto your collarbones, the skin on them no longer soft or velvety, but dotted with scars, the whole shoulder mind you, aligned in a near perfect half-circle that scarily resemblance remnants of teeth forever engraved into your flesh.

You note his curiosity and you smile, “Would you believe me if I told you I was bit by a dragon?”

Is it his concern, or the mere mention of ‘dragon’ that alerts him, he is wide-eyed and worried as his eyes meet yours, “You’d be dead, to be honest.” He concludes with a grin, dubbing your question as a jest and taking a sip of his drink. Your smile does not ease. In turn, his falls. “No way.”

“It was guarding a chamber. Siberia, 1995. Thankfully, and I do mean thankfully, I was old, skin and bones old, so the bite wasn’t that bad.”

“How are you alive?” He asks, exasperated, now near frantically examining your features as if to make sure you are really here and not some very realistic ghost.

“Sheer willpower.” You reply honestly, “That and nearly a year in recovery. Believe me when I say I didn’t have a bone in my body that wasn’t broken.”

“And is the dragon okay?”

It would not be Charlie Weasley if he didn’t at least politely interject about the dragon’s wellbeing when you just confessed to nearly dying on the spot.

You grin, “Of course. Couldn’t just leave it there, knew I could never face you if I did. I arranged it to be taken to Europe’s National Dragon Nursing Home. It will live out the rest of its days there in all its brutish glory.”

He seems pleased with your answer, “I interned in ENDNH.”

“I know, Charlie.”

“They will take good care of him there.”

“I have no doubt in my mind, Charlie.”

“I do have more questions though. And they aren’t about dragons.”

“That’s hard to believe.”

“Where’s Jacob?”

The hand that was already raised to press the glass to your lips stops unnaturally as you freeze. You promptly set the glass down, your throat suddenly dry and lungs heavy. The fresh night air you breathe has a hard time travelling in and out. The perfumes mixed with other scents make you dizzy. Yet you still manage to smile, despite how pathetic and sad it looks. Your hand slowly makes its way to his, and lays there as a last attempts at warmth, “He’s dead.”

The glass nearly slips from his fingers, “What? How? When--?”

“He died in Moscow.” You explain, “Jumped head first into adventure, as always. This one was far too dangerous and he was much too reckless. He got cursed…” You murmur hollowly, “And died a few hours later.”

“(Name), I—“

“Don’t, there’s no need.” You cut him off, “It happened three years ago. It’s fine.”

Three years ago... he thinks, was the last letter he received from you was, vigorous and full of life. Quite literally. You sent him a Howler, boasting about an exciting venture in Russia that would make your and Jacob’s firm even more popular, if that was even possible. You never replied to his letter, though. It almost appeared that you fell off of the face of the Earth, and only Bill’s reassurance that you are alive and kicking, working and having no time to reply to friends, made him calm, even if slightly. Bill, however, was unaware of the details himself, since he only heard from other employees of your whereabouts. The news of Jacob’s death had not left Moscow.

Charlie always imagined you and Jacob running around, causing as much chaos as you were set to fix, all around the globe. Your name was whispered in the same sentences as Australia, Egypt, Portugal and others, so not once did he really stop and think how absurd it is to be so busy as to not reach out to any of your friends in over three years. He is an idiot. He should have realised. It is that you always were so cheerful and brave; he figured nothing could stop you and no harm could come your way. He is wrong. You are tired and weak and your eyes have dimmed with pain and sadness. He hardly recognises the woman sitting next to him, holding his hand so tightly. Yet he loves her all the same.

His fingers intertwine with yours and he squeezes your hand gently, “Welcome back.”

You smile at him, “It’s good to be back, Charlie.”

0000

Bill Weasley finally sees you, sitting with Charlie and discussing something privately from across the room. Sitting next to Fleur, he, for a moment, forgets the commotion and simply focuses on you. He hadn’t seen you in a long time. The two of you work together, or…used to work together, side by side. You, he, and Jacob. The three best friends that nothing in this world was powerful enough to stop. The last he’d seen you, you still had this sort of childish charm about you. That charm is now completely gone.

You sit with poise, your dress adding complements to your curves and complexion, your skin now dotted with old bruises and scars and tattoos. He notes one of them being similar to Jacob’s, perhaps the same even. No more does he see you as a girl, no, now you are a woman, acutely aware of your surroundings, alluring, and prideful. And beautiful. Despite the scars and bruises and your tired eyes, you are still beautiful to him, perhaps now more than ever.

He is struck back to reality when you stand up and leave the tent, waving Charlie off. He has a sudden urge to follow after you, even if he knows full well he should not. He glances at Fleur. She converses with her sister in fluent French whispers, halted of breath. And he feels guilty thinking of you, when he very clearly should be thinking of someone else.

He loves Fleur, he has no doubt about that. But his first real love still burns brightly in his chest, like gasoline ignited by your presence. And he figures that it will not burn out until he tells you what he feels. Or used to feel.

He excuses himself, and Fleur sends him off with a smile. He nods at guests as he passes them, giving awkward smiles as aunts gush and congratulate him. At the moment, he does not feel celebratory at all. Finally, he reaches the spot you had disappeared behind, ducking his head and entering the cool outdoors, the whole tent glowing behind him and casting his ghastly shadow on the dewy grass.

He notes you standing by the rye, the moon being the only thing illuminating your body. The fields in front of you resemble the sea as they sway. As he moves further and further away the music and shouts, giggles and drunken chatter, fade into the background along with the dazing scents. The world melts away behind his back, now simply pleasant buzzing. He approaches you slowly, yet his heart keeps racing in his chest, and why he does not fully know. Perhaps he is nervous; he always was shy when it came to things like these. Perhaps he is guilty, because he knows full well he should not be here. Perhaps he is excited, having the chance to talk to you again.

Honestly, it is a mixture of all three and more.

“Never took you for the one to miss out on a good party, (Name).” He comments as he comes to stand next to you, your shoulder brushing his upper arm. You are much shorter, aren’t you? You glance up at him with an amused smirk, “Unless you are planning some sort of a surprise for me, and I completely ruined it.”

“Happy wedding, Bill.” You say, “Is that what people say at weddings? It is, isn’t it? And no, no surprise, I figured my presence is surprising enough.” You continue, “Though, I did leave you and Fleur a little gift by the gift table. If you manage to find it, that is. It was overflowing when I last visited it.”

He laughs good-naturedly, “I’m sure if you picked it, it will be worth searching for.” But his smile promptly dims and you realise he did not just follow after you because he too was short of breath, “Won’t you get cold?” He wonder aloud, fully prepared to give you his jacket. You shake your head.

“How many times must I remind you, Billy Willy? The cursed ice made me immune to the cold.”

He frowns, “Why didn’t it make me immune? As I recall, I was the one trapped by it, not you.”

“Being hero has its perks.” You shrug, “Besides, I wouldn’t want to steal the groom’s clothes. Do think that’s the bride’s job.”

His heart leaps in his chest and he glances nervously at you. Your face seems pale in the shade, though, at the very least, entertained. Why tonight, he wonders, why is he questioning his decision tonight of all nights, when clearly he had many other instances to ponder. If you hadn’t disappeared, he has no doubt in his mind that you would have been in Fleur’s place, and he wouldn’t have left the tent and this conversation would not have to happen.

He figured, selfishly at that, that the one for him, the one you promised that will come along that will love him for who he is, was going to be you.

Alas, life has a funny way of putting things together. The silence had stretched for long enough, and so with a deep breath he fully turns to you and you follow his actions with mild-confusion.

“(Name).” He addresses you, his voice not once wavering, his eyes not once breaking their intense and determined stare, “I need to tell you something.”

“Yes, Bill?”

He thinks back to what Tonks had once spoken of. That a kiss is usually the best way to determinate if you like the person or not; it is the best way to describe your feelings without bumbling with worlds. His hands land on either side of your face, it warm against his palms, as he leans forward and captures your lips in a long overdue kiss that nearly makes his chest explode with happiness.

Your fingers graze the side of his cheek, “Bill?” you call him quietly, your voice melodious and lovely in the silence.

What vivid fantasy. He should definitely not do that. He could not live with himself if he did, no matter how much joy it would bring him.

“(Name)…” He murmurs, much too preoccupied with tingling at your gentle touch, “I used to…” His fingers come to wrap onto your wrist, the one which’s fingers are ghosting his skin, “I used to really…. Really—“

“Bill!” A voice from the tent shouts, “Bill come ‘ere! It’s your wedding for Merlin’s sake! We ‘bout to cut the cake!”

He stops in his tracks, paralyzed by fear. But he does not look away from your face, “I-I’ll be there in a minute!” He replies.

“You should go.” You urge him with a small smile.

He shakes his head, “No, I—“

“Bill, this is your wedding day, you can tell me later.” You insist, “Even five minutes from now. Nothing will change.”

“(Name), I—“

“I know.” Your voice strikes him to the core, how soft and nearly broken it is, “I know, you stupid boy.” You fingers trace the scar forever engraved onto his skin, “I know, now go.” His fingers loosen their hold on your hand and he takes a small step back, “C’mon, go.”

“I’m coming back.” He states.

“You really shouldn’t.”

“But does that mean—“

You give him a look, on that is unreadable to him, “I’d rather not say. You have someone waiting for you.” You smile softly, “Now please, go.”

He leaves without saying a word, but you know that a long conversation awaits you when the time is right. Left in solitude, with crickets and fireflies as your only companions, you sigh heavily, shivering. Not of the cold, but of the encounter. Your heart races and you have trouble breathing once more. You glance down at your hands, still tingling pleasantly from his touch. Your personal troubles had weighted you down and you could not recover properly. You missed so much. You missed them and you were planning on never seeing any of them again, they being a stark reminder of your brother’s absence.

Yet you could not miss Bill’s wedding. You could not miss seeing him happy, even if for the last time. You could not miss silently wishing it was your wedding instead.

No matter now. Nothing you can do. All is left is to enjoy the party and reconnect with old friends. At the very least, you shall see if Fleur is really worth Bill. If you have to give him up, you want to know that he is in good hands.

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athyrabunlord · 7 years

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LLSHP 4 - Room of Requirement

Arc1: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7]

Arc2: [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10 - Moonstruck (TBD)]

[Brief note about School Term] [other LLSHP AU stuff] [YohaMaRuby concept arts] [ChikaYouRiko concept arts] [KanaDiaMari concept arts] [Hogwarts Staff]

A/N: Finally finished this long chap x.x … does anyone still remember this story? Lololol! blame CYR for eating up the word count and delay. Hopefully the next chapter doesn’t take this long. If it feels like there are multiple ships, you’re overthinking I’m just fleshing out their relationships and characterizing them Words: 6,552

The sky is blue, the sun is bright, and the world feels just damn right! Yoshiko stretches and sighs contently against the wall as she waits outside the Aviary. It’s only been a few weeks since her arrival at Hogwarts and, already, it feels like a home.

She discovers new things every day with her two best friends and she is always eager to go to classes. Transfiguration, taught by the Headmistress’ daughter, is a very cool course because she gets to transform items and really show off her ideas. The professor is a sweet lady who encourages the students to do their best, and she rewards those with artistic designs even if they do not meet the lesson objective. Charms showcase spells like the useful ones Ruby utilized at the train station to lift heavy luggage. Yoshiko likes the class a lot because their small-statured professor seems to understand her dramatic poses and even compliments her creative ways of casting charms, as inaccurate as they may be. Her ‘Wingardium Leviosa’ is pronounced in a husky tone that the witch approves of, though her feather only hovers a bit before dropping to the side. Meh, she’ll make it fly one of these days once she has enough practice!

Potions, on the other hand, has been an utter disaster. The bespectacled professor, though strict, is very helpful and patient, but even the graceful witch could not figure out why Yoshiko’s cauldron explodes every now and then. The ingredients are prepared and added correctly, yet it doesn’t matter how she brews the potion, something always happens that would force the class to be suspended. For now, her Potion lessons have been put on hold until the staff think of something. Perhaps this is a fallen angel’s curse?

At least, she is extremely proud of her progress at Defense Against Dark Arts. The beautiful professor also happens to be the Head of Slytherin so Yoshiko tries extra hard to impress the austere witch. Except, she finds out that she doesn’t have to - every spell, concept or terminology come easily to her. She only has to read new information once to absorb it. Then again, she’s the fallen angel and thus naturally good at subjects related to darkness.

Well, if only the ancient wizard teaching History of Magic could make his lessons more interesting, she wouldn’t have to ‘visit the darkness’ often. She doesn’t understand how Hanamaru could stay awake in that droll class. Yoshiko prefers listening to her friend happily talk about the subject anyway, so she always uses that time to nap or fantasize.

The one course she looks forward to the most is Flying, except she’s heard from older students that the Instructor hasn’t returned from some inter-school event at Durmstrang and so lessons will be delayed until the witch’s return. That’s fine with her though, for she would prefer to understand Hogwarts more before conquering it over the sky!

“I’m done. Thanks for waiting, Yoshiko-chan!” Ruby comes out of the Aviary with a few feathers stuck to her robes, though she’s wearing a huge smile that immediately prompts Yoshiko to return the same. The two girls then head for the library to meet up with Hanamaru as per usual on a Friday afternoon. It’s been getting harder to persuade the brunette to leave her Shangri-la, so much that Yoshiko has to physically drag her back to the Hufflepuff dorm for Ruby. Today would prove to be more difficult, for they want to have a nice picnic out by the Lake but how would they be able to persuade Hanamaru to leave the library when the sun is still high up?

Shaking her head, Yoshiko picks off some of the feathers stuck to Ruby and tosses them away since they weren’t good enough for her collection. “I do wonder why you keep sending those letters though. You’ve never gotten a response, right?”

“Hehe, even though Pana can’t speak, I’m sure it understands what I mean and has been delivering my letters to that person! I’m fine with not knowing who they are.”

True to Dia’s words that night, there has been no more Howlers concerning Ruby being in Hufflepuff. She even received a cute brown owl from an anonymous sender, and she named it ‘Pana’ because the bird seems quite fond of flowers. Since then, she has been sending letters of gratitude to whoever this mysterious person is.

“As long as you’re happy, I guess that’s alright.” Yoshiko glances at her friend, who emits the kind of aura you’d find on a puppy whose tail is wagging with contagious joy. Unlike before, Ruby now wears her hair in pigtails, a style that suits her personality and adds to the cuteness.

Ruby beams at that. “I-I am happy. My housemates and House Head are so kind, I love my friends, and every day has been so much fun, don’t you agree?”

“Yeah, that I definitely agree. I can’t wait for the Flying Lesson… whenever that is. I’ll show everyone a fallen angel can still soar above the skies, heh.”

“So, h-how are things at Slytherin?”

“Gah, not you too! Zuramaru’s already bugged me about it earlier. I’m fine, trust me,” Yoshiko grumbles, knowing her friends always frown at how her housemates sit a wide berth away from during meal times. While she’s able to sit with Hanamaru and Ruby during lessons with Hufflepuff, she’s usually by her lonesome during others.

“I-If you say so. We just want to make sure you know we’re always available.”

Yoshiko never tried sneaking out of her dorm since that night, but the three friends always hang out until they have to return to their respective Dorms before their curfew. She flusters under the reminder and mumbles. “Dia-san is actually pretty nice. She meant what she said and no one’s been rude to me or made comments about my Muggle background.”

Ruby perks up at that. “O-Of course, that just sounds like Onee-chan, hehe.”

For the umpteenth time, Yoshiko fights down the urge to ask what the deal is between the two sisters. Ruby obviously adores Dia while the latter is still as closed off as ever. After weeks of contemplation, Yoshiko acknowledges there are some private things about yourself that you just wouldn’t share with others. She would not pester her friend for answers until the latter is ready.

“How about you though? Have they been bothering you lately?” Yoshiko folds her arms and recalls Ruby’s problem with ghosts. Some of the meaner spirits enjoy frightening her and would pop out at most unsuspecting times. Hanamaru is protective of Ruby but the ghosts are undeterred by the petite girl’s attempt at intimidation.

“Yeah… they still come out of nowhere,” at this, Ruby walks a bit closer to Yoshiko, who nods in understanding. For some reason, the great fallen angel has yet to encounter these apparitions. The ghosts don’t dare to appear, not even to scare Ruby, whenever Yoshiko is around.

“Hnff. If I ever see them, I’d give them a piece of my mind! I was gonna ask them to join me, but they’re not fit to be part of Yohane’s legion if they treat my friend this way.”

Giggling, Ruby is about to say something when an excited shriek pierces through the air. Rubbing her abused ears, Yoshiko turns around and discovered a group of girls of various Houses chasing someone wearing the red and gold Gryffindor robe. Some are waving some kind of signs while some are shouting words of adoration, and they all wear the same fervent expression..

And they’re coming in this direction!

“Ohayousorou, Ruby-chan!”

“You-san?! Piki!”

Yoshiko blinks in bewilderment when her friend is practically kidnapped right before her eyes. Left with no choice, she could only run after the stranger, who’s carrying Ruby in her arms and still running at an impressive speed. It is only through sheer perseverance that Yoshiko is able to keep up.

“Hey, give her back!”

“Psshh, over here!”

Yoshiko suddenly finds herself in a broom closet, squished uncomfortably against the musty corner. Before she could protest, Ruby hastily covers her mouth while the Gryffindor presses her ear against the door. The frightening clamors of the horde gradually fades away, prompting the stranger to sigh.

“Phew, that was close! Sorry for dragging you into this again, Ruby-chan.”

“Ehehe… that’s okay, I’d rather not get caught under that, um, stampede.”

The Gryffindor laughs heartily and ruffles Ruby’s hair. Seeing how familiar the two are with each other, Yoshiko relaxes and clears her throat.

“Oh! Sorry. This is my friend Yoshiko Tsushima, and-”

“You Watanabe here!” Grinning, the fair-haired girl salutes before shaking the dumbfounded Slytherin’s hand. Combined with her soft and slightly wavy tresses and eyes as blue as the sky, You appears to be the very image of a sporty girl who shines the brightest under the sun. Already, Yoshiko foresees herself having trouble dealing with such an outgoing person. How did Ruby come to know someone like You?

Sensing her confusion, the redhead elaborates. “Um, I was running away from the ghosts one time and happened to hide at the same place as You-san. Her ...erm, fanclub was trying to corner her at that time.”

“You have a fanclub?! You mean, those people who were chasing us-?” Yoshiko gapes at You in awe. Even though those girls earlier resemble a pack of wolves more, it’s still amazing to garner such attention. A series of scenes play out before Yoshiko’s mind: professor marveling at her new innovative spells; Dia proudly handing over the Head Girl badge; students cheering for her as she walks around the campus; Zuramaru smiling at her in utter adulation…ku ku ku...

Yoshiko shakes her head in embarrassment. While it must feel fantastic to be loved by so many, she certainly doesn’t want to end up like You, who has to resort to seek asylum in smelly broom closets!

“Ahaha… yeah, I don’t know why. It’s not like I did anything special. Kanan-chan should have a fanclub, not me.” At least, You seems like a humble person. “I often get into trouble because my, um, fans cause disruptions in class and in the hallways.”

“How’d you end up with a fanclub anyway? Are you like a prefect or next Head Girl candidate or something?” Yoshiko gives the taller girl a look over. She is indeed attractive with that charming smile and friendly aura, and those rolled up sleeves reveal her toned arms. Something tells her that You has a fanclub just because.

“You-san must be really good at magic?” Ruby suggests, oblivious to Yoshiko’s darkening cheeks.

“Er, I do have good grades in Transfiguration but I’m not exceptional or anything, not like Dia-san.” Seeing Ruby’s proud smile, You ruffles her hair again. “I still can’t believe you’re Dia-san’s lil sister! You’re so cuddly and cute while… well…”

“Onee-chan is cute too,” the redhead pouts rather defensively. Yoshiko tries to imagine the austere Slytherin acting like Ruby and her brain just stops working. Also, she’s starting to feel rather left out with how close these two are with each other.

“Hey, just how long are we gonna stay here? It smells!”

“Oh we were just waiting for the coast to clear. Lemme see,” the Gryffindor peeks through the slight gap between the doors and raises her hand in a half-salute. “I’ll give the signal. Get ready… Yousorou~!!”

Yoshiko is completely unprepared for the older girl’s strength when she’s pulled out of the closet. Yelping, she loses her balance after a few steps and trips flat on her face.

“There she is! It’s You Watanabe!”

The fangirls’ must have spotted them somehow and already, heavy footsteps are coming their way! Groaning, Yoshiko tries to get up but suddenly feels strong arms under her knees and back.

“Hold on!”

Instinctively, she wraps her arms around You’s neck as the latter effortlessly carries her princess style and resumes running with Ruby following close behind. Yoshiko can only feel the wind whipping through her hair, and the Gryffindor’s pleasant body heat and strong arms.

Oh, and the fangirls’ screeching in the background too, but that’s muffled by the rapid pounding of her heartbeat in her ears.

It is only when the volume dies down that she realizes her whereabouts. Of course, the library has to be the best sanctuary since everyone is afraid of incurring the librarian’s wrath.

Yoshiko’s face is so red that she feels like it could explode. “Hey, put me down already!”

“Ah gomen.”

Her inexplicably weak legs tremble a bit, forcing her to lean against Ruby before she stumbles. How embarrassing would that be!

“Hehe, You-chan’s popularity is scary as always~”

A Gryffindor is sprawled across a table at a corner and she’s sleepily waving at them. Her hair color resembles that of a mikan, a fruit Yoshiko absolutely detests, and there’s a particular strand of hair poking out from the top of her head. Upon noticing Ruby though, this ahoge flicks like a responsive antenna and within moments, she’s already shot out of her seat.

“Ruby-chan!!”

“Piki!!”

Yoshiko gapes as her friend is once again enveloped in a bear hug while You also joins her buddy in fawning over the squeaking Hufflepuff. What’s with Gryffindors? Are they all this crazy!? Scowling, she dives for the human pile to rescue Ruby only to get a mikan shoved at her face.

“Hehe, nice to meet you, I’m Chika Takami! Are you Ruby-chan’s friend? Here, have a mikan!”

“No! Get away! Ack!!” She swerves away from the accursed orange sphere and hides under the table. Through her covered ears, she faintly hears Ruby explaining to the older girls that she dislikes mikan, which is only putting it mildly.

“Eeeeeeh but mikans are the best… oh well, I won’t force people! I’m sure you’ll see mikan’s awesomeness one of these days. Sorry about that, Yoshiko-chan, right?”

Calling me so familiarly already, what a fearsome enemy! Seeing how friendly Chika’s smile is, Yoshiko grudgingly accepts her offered hand and is pulled out from under the table. “It’s Yohane,” she grumbles only half-heartedly, knowing it’d be ignored.

And it is. If this keeps happening, she’ll really be stuck as plain Yoshiko and no one would know the amazing fallen angel that is Yohane!

She flops on the table, drained from everything that’s happened since their visit to the Aviary. From their animated conversation, she learns that Ruby got acquainted with this Chika through You and they’ve been quite close since. This worries her a lot, that the timid Hufflepuff is left alone in the company of these two rowdy Gryffindors.

But Ruby seems happy. So I guess that’s what matters. Yoshiko tries to fight down her protective instinct and interrupts the trio. “So, You-san, what’s with all the fangirls? I can still see them peeking in from over there.”

Indeed, some persistent students are lingering by the arched entrance, glancing between them and the scowling librarian. She glares right back at those strangers, sensing a lot of hostility directed at her because of her physical closeness with You earlier.

“They’re gonna pounce on me the moment I leave this place, aren’t they?”

“Ahaha, that’s taking it too far... But! If they really do anything to you, you need to tell me, okay?” You’s amiable expression turns solemn. “I won’t let you get hurt because of me.”

Yoshiko harrumphs and hastily turns away from those blue eyes, hoping no one notices her reddening ears. Now, she sort of understands why You is so popular. Having such oblivious charisma is dangerous!

“Oh right, Yoshiko-chan and Ruby-chan are new so you wouldn’t have known,” Chika chimes in, wrapping an arm around her buddy’s shoulder and pumping her fist into the air. “Wait til you see You-chan play! She’s our mighty secret weapon - us Lions will win again this year! I’m a pretty good Beater myself too.” She then starts swinging an invisible bat around. “I’ll knock away any Bludger and protect our Seeker~”

All those terms just fly over Yoshiko’s head, though she does vaguely recall reading about them from some book Hanamaru gave her. Ah, so these two Gryffindors are Quidditch players and apparently You is an ace or MVP, similar to how sports stars are revered in the Muggle world. The fangirls’ crazy behavior now makes sense, but that doesn’t make it any less scary.

Chika is still waving her invisible bat or, rather, she looks like she’s just flailing wildly. “Kan Kan-?”

“Mikan!” You replies energetically.

“Kan Kan-?”

“Mikan!!!” Ruby for some reason joins this strange, ritualistic call.

“KA~N KA~N?”

“MI~KA~N!” The three of them cheer loudly but wisely lower their volume when the librarian angrily coughs in their direction.

Seriously, what in the world are they doing? Yoshiko stares at Ruby like she’s never seen her friend before. Ruby’s getting corrupted! She wonders if a certain Head Girl knows about this and if she should intervene.

“That’s enough, you two.”

Yoshiko’s heart skips a beat upon hearing the firm but velvety voice. She tries to look casual as she peers at the newcomer through half-lidded eyes.

“Riko-chan~! Hey, Ruby-chan, Yoshiko-chan, this is Riko Sakurauchi, part of us Three Mermai- ouch!!” Chika sends the Ravenclaw a hurt puppy look after being hit on her head. “That hurt!”

“Then don’t say those two words again, hmm?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The dark gleam in those amber eyes dissipates as Riko greets the two younger girls, and explains that they’ve already met before to the Gryffindors. Yoshiko mumbles a response, unable to meet Riko’s gaze. She doesn’t know why, but the Ravenclaw’s presence alone makes her uncomfortable. All she could think about is that night outside the castle and the Thestral, as well as the unreadable looks Riko sends her during dinner or whenever they pass by each other in the hallways. All of that fills her with a restless urge to flee, though from what and to where, she does not know.

Unable to trust her own behavior, Yoshiko stays silent and simply observes Riko as discreetly as possible. From the way they act, the three older girls seem to be close friends. Chika is the leader who brings laughter and power to their trio, and Riko is the control that keeps the Gryffindors from fooling too much, while You sides with either depending on the situation. Right now, she’s playing the peacemaker because Chika is grumbling about studying, and Riko’s expression has darkened again.

Overall though, the way Riko looks at You and Chika reminds Yoshiko of herself, that she also looks at Hanamaru and Ruby rather longingly. Perhaps such is the fate of having two close friends in a different House?

She then notices that Riko has shifted her piercing gaze towards her. Flustered at being caught, she stands up abruptly and tries to shake off that uneasy feeling.

“Well, I’m gonna find Zuramaru,” Yoshiko imitates Ruby’s ‘Rubesty’ pose before briskly walking away from the scene, ignoring the latter’s confused call.

The library is quite the labyrinth, filled with rows and rows of bookshelves that reach the ceiling. Students retrieve the books either through magic or manual means like stairs, though most utilize the second option to minimize the possibility of damaging those ancient texts, at least under the librarian’s scrutiny anyway.

Yoshiko walks by a group of older wizards attempting to wrestle down huge book that’s making a lot of guttural snarls. What kind of book has fangs anyway? Though intrigued, she would rather stay far away from such crude, inelegant items. She’s heard of the Forbidden Section, which must contain all the knowledge about the Underworld, so she aim to obtain a permission slip from a professor as soon as possible. Surely, as an avid reader and seeker of knowledge, Zuramaru would help her in this quest.

After a while, Yoshiko is able to locate the brunette in question at a cobwebbed corner. She almost misses Hanamaru behind a stack of books that is taller than her. One particularly thick volume is already tittering precariously at the top, but before Yoshiko could handsomely save her friend, Hanamaru easily casts a levitation charm to stabilize the pile.

Disgruntled, Yoshiko deliberately makes heavy steps towards the oblivious girl to announce her presence. Hanamaru flinches and fumbles with a heavy book she just pulled out of the shelf, dropping it against the pile. In an attempt to balance the stack, Yoshiko instinctively lunges forward and wraps her arms around it.

Even then, the books still bury her like an avalanche.

“You should’ve used a spell, Yoshiko-chan,” Hanamaru giggles and digs out the scowling girl.

“I acted on instinct okay?! Why did you get so many books anyway, it’s not like you can even read them all.”

“Oh I can, just watch me zura,” the brunette beams and puffs her chest with pride.

“No thanks,” Yoshiko tries not to glance down at her endowed bosom and distracts herself by complaining to her about those grey and orange ruffians. At least, now that she’s here with Hanamaru, she feels so much better, that she can fully relax and not having to worry about being examined like some sort of exotic creature.

However, much to her bemusement, Hanamaru already knows of the two Quidditch players and their friendliness with Ruby. Then again, being Housemates do have their perks, and she’ll just have to accept that she’d be missing out a lot of stuff within their trio.

“You-san and Chika-san are very nice people. Ruby-chan likes them too. But that’s not why you’re here, is it?” Hanamaru smiles teasingly at the taller girl. “You came here because Riko-san’s there with them too, isn’t that right zura?”

“W-What!! You’re speaking nonsense!” Yoshiko tries to appear nonchalant as she helps her friend to load those books onto a cart via magic. Alas, her spell isn’t properly executed and causes the stack to tip over again.

Hanamaru giggles. Yoshiko blushes even more.

“What’s so funny! Grrr you’re just a Zuramaru…” Akin to a bristling black cat, Yoshiko swipes at the other girl’s wand, which disrupts the charm. Now, they have a pile of books strewn about haphazardly at their feet.

“Yoshiko-chan!” Hanamaru’s frown doesn’t stay up for long though and she resumes that infectious giggling again. Soon, the two girls are laughing while they manually pick up the heavy texts and load them onto the cart.

“Magic’s awesome and all but it feels good doing it the old-fashioned way too.”

“Mhmm~ But that’s because Yoshiko-chan can’t concentrate on a spell long enough zura~”

“Hnff, you’re not so good yourself either, Bakamaru.”

“Hey, that’s uncalled for!”

They exchange another look and burst into laughter once more. After catching her breath, Hanamaru rests her hand on the pile of neatly stacked books and asks quietly. “But really, you came here because of Riko-san right? You’re still thinking about what she said that night.”

Sighing, Yoshiko folds her arms in an involuntary defensive gesture. Of course the brunette easily sees through her, but she doesn’t mind being exposed to her friend. “Yeah. I don’t know why but it really bothers me.”

“I’m sure Riko-san didn’t mean anything more than just stating a fact zura. I’ve looked up Thestrals - they really are magical beasts that can only be seen by those who have seen Death.”

“Right, but…. Graaah, it’s hard to explain, okay?” Yoshiko fiddles with the feather stuck in her bun while Hanamaru patiently waits for elaboration. Sighing again, she adds. “I just don’t understand how she looks at me sometimes. We don’t know each other well but, it feels like she knows something about me that I don’t even know myself.”

“You really need to speak to her.”

“We haven’t had a chance to speak alone - this isn’t something I’d want to ask when there are people around. Besides, that’s kinda out of the blue, don’t you think? Like, ‘hey are you hiding a secret from me?’ because there’s a chance that I’m just being paranoid.”

Yoshiko stuffs her hands in her pockets, frustrated at this bewildering emotion brewing in her chest. She’s usually confident about her own feelings or instincts, but not about Riko Sakurauchi.

Hanamaru gently taps on her arm. “Then perhaps you should send her a letter?”

“What!! That’s worse?”

“Why zura?”

“S-She might wonder why I don’t just talk to her directly…”

“Oooh, you’re worried she might think it’s a love letter.”

“Exactly- wait, no, that’s why I don’t want to send the letter!” Yoshiko pulls Hanamaru’s hand off of her shoulder though for some reason she couldn’t let go. The shorter girl doesn’t notice her dilemma and just puffs her cheeks.

“Stop grumbling and just do it. Mou Yoshiko-chan, you’re so difficult!”

“Watch your tone towards your master, mere little demon-”

“Am not.”

Yoshiko irritably drops Hanamaru’s hand and jabs her finger at the latter. “You so are! You’re mine and that’s the end of this discussion!”

She storms away, feeling proud that she’s finally won an argument for once. It’s only after she is a few bookshelves away that she realizes what she said and her face promptly bursts into flames.

Why is this happening again?

Yoshiko pants laboriously as she sprints down the same corridor for the third time, still chased by a small mob of fangirls. Her premonition was correct - she’s forced to dodge these crazy people the moment she stepped out of the library. Those blazing eyes and sinister expressions promise a very, very thorough interrogation if she were to be captured by them.

And so, Yoshiko’s been running and running. She would have continued to hide in the library except Riko’s there, Ruby’s getting brainwashed by those trippy Gryffindors, and she doesn’t know how to face Hanamaru after that weird argument.

So much for having a picnic by the Lake…

Why don’t those fangirls bother the other three? Then again, they wouldn’t dare to bother the Head Girl’s little sister (and Yohane-sama won’t allow anyone to hurt her precious friend anyway), while Chika is You’s fellow Quidditch buddy so she’s safe that way.

As for Riko, well, she could be frightening, seeing how she dealt with Chika earlier.

So that makes me the scapegoat! Is this another trial for a sinful fallen angel? Yoshiko screams inwardly, willing her dying legs to keep moving. After the fiasco before, she refuses to hide in any broom closet again, so she just keeps running up the stairs. She’s probably at the seventh floor already but now she’s been stuck here without a way out.

Suddenly, she notices a door opposite of an ugly tapestry of some wizard and trolls. She practically dives for the knob, rolls right in, scrambles up to slam the door shut, and immediately locks it. To her relief, those fangirls must have missed her and soon frantic footsteps are gone from her hearing range.

“Woah… is this place even for real?”

Yoshiko doesn’t dare to get up from her slumped position against the door as she takes in the incredible decor that fills this chamber. There is a fireplace, surrounded by several cozy armchairs, as well as furred carpets that appear very inviting, lulling any onlookers to just sink in and rest. The combination of colors and antique decorations form a relaxing ambiance, a perfect remedy for any weary souls.

While there are no desserts on the coffee table, the plates and pots are set up as if beckoning her to start preparing afternoon tea.

Overall, this is the ideal hideout.

But surely, this belongs to someone? Everything looks too good to be true. She must have trespassed someone’s, perhaps a professor’s, private lounge. Between the horde of crazy fangirls and the wrath of the unknown owner of this room, she would rather take chances with the former. She’ll just have to try to get back to the Slytherin Dorm and maybe hide behind Dia or something.

Resolute, Yoshiko slowly gets up and is about to turn the doorknob when she notices a grand ornate mirror. It is much taller than her but hidden within the shades so she didn’t see it before. Bewitched by its ancient aura, she moves to stand in front of the mirror and examines it closely.

There, inscribed upon the golden frame, is a faded phrase ‘Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi’.

She grins giddily. After weeks of being in Hogwarts, she’s finally found something amazing! Sure, everything she’s experienced so far is awesome and still difficult to believe sometimes, but this mirror looks like something that would appear in one of her fantasies.

“Compelled by destiny and the string of fate, the great fallen angel discovers a lost treasure in the most unlikely of places… ku ku ku, maybe I should be a writer and have Zuramaru edit it for me? It’ll be an instant bestseller for sure-”

Words fade in her throat as her eyes widen in shock.

Instead of her reflection, another girl is gazing back at her. No, this stranger looks identical to her, except she is wearing a beautiful, flowing white dress. Most importantly, a pair of snowy white, wings are folded behind her back.

She looks like an angel.

Bewildered, Yoshiko cautiously looks behind her, confirming that there is no one here in the room but herself. She reaches behind her back and finds nothing, even though her reflection copies her and is able to touch those feathery wings.

“What’s going on-? Who are you?”

The doppelganger merely smiles, a confident yet serene sort of smile that she could never hope to imitate. The wings slowly unfold and spread in their full glory, as if showcasing her just how ethereal they are.

“Are you Yohane?”

Expectedly, the reflection does not reply but that only strengthens her speculation. Her heart aches with yearning as she thoroughly takes in the doppelganger's appearance once more. Perhaps this is how she used to look like, before she fell from the heavens and became a fallen angel?

Her mind throbs in pain as she struggles to comprehend such possibility. All her life, she’s believed herself to be a fallen angel but now that she finds out it might be true, she no longer knows what to think.

Shaken, she staggers away and stumbles out of the room.

“Are you alright?”

Blinking, she peers up to find Dia standing beside her. She recoils like she was caught red-handed, and instinctively reaches for the knob behind her. Her hand finds nothing and she collapses rather comically against the wall. Embarrassed, she could only stare at her feet as the older girl quizzically pulls her up.

“T-Thanks. Um, yeah, I’m okay.”

“You were… in there, were you not? An interesting room.”

Yoshiko looks up anxiously, fearing reprimand, but Dia only looks thoughtful. “Yeah I was. How did you know? And- hey, where did it go?”

Indeed, the door is nowhere to be seen. She skeptically glances at the tapestry of trolls and then at the spot opposite of it. She is certain that the entrance is here!

“I see. You are quite the fortunate one, Yoshiko Tsushima.”

“What?! No way, I’ve always had bad luck!” Bemused by the Dia’s small smile, Yoshiko starts enumerating every odd event that’s happened just this week alone. “My pumpkin juice had a bit of mikan mixed in it, the cup we used in Transfiguration was actually cracked and I didn’t notice and I almost hurt myself when it shattered, and those fangirls- hey! Listen to me!”

The Head Girl, for some reason, begins pacing back and forth. After the third round, a door suddenly materializes in front of the startled Yoshiko.

“Only a few ever manages to locate the Room of Requirement, Yoshiko-san, so you are indeed lucky to have found it,” Dia places her hand on the handle before turning towards her with a placid expression. “Follow me.”

“So is this your private afternoon tea lounge, Dia-san? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- hey, what happened?” Flabbergasted, she finds herself rooted in place as she surveys the completely different chamber.

Unlike before, it’s a spacious area with a high and brightly lit ceiling. Armored knights surround the perimeter and each of them wields various medieval weaponry, from halberds, maces to rapiers. The darkness from the visors’ slits exhibits a sentient chill, like they would spring to life any moment and cut down any who dare to intrude upon their sacred arena. Standing at the center is the Kurosawa heiress, poised with her saber unsheathed.

It is both an awe-inspiring and terrifying sight. Yoshiko almost forgets to breathe.

“The Room of Requirement can change its content depending on its seeker’s needs,” Dia’s sonorous voice resonates in the chamber as she gestures at the armed metal knights. “For example, just now, I wished for a dueling arena. If I so desire, these full-body suits of armor will become animated and become my sparring partners.”

Yoshiko gulps. She has absolutely no trouble envisioning that.

“At other times, I have used it as a study room - it would be filled with cauldrons, textbooks and other relevant equipment if I need to study Potions or Alchemy,” she then sheathes her sword, the clang of metal echoing dangerously around them. “Now, you seemed spooked by what you saw in the room before, Yoshiko-san. May I ask what it is that you saw?”

Under the Head Girl’s austere yet kind gaze, the younger girl couldn’t help but stammer about her odd encounter. While she doesn’t reveal exactly what she saw in the mirror, she describes the artifact's appearance in great details.

“Ah. You have found the Mirror of Erised as well.” Dia’s brows furrow slightly, seemingly concerned. “I will not ask you to elaborate on what you saw in the mirror, Yoshiko-san, but bare in mind, the Mirror is not omnipotent by any means. It only shows the viewer their innermost desire, nothing more. One may see themselves as a Prefect, a Quidditch captain perhaps, or one may see their deceased family members, and so on. But that is all it does, show an illusion.”

Yoshiko nods mutely as she recalls the angelic version of herself. She almost wants to laugh at how ridiculous it is. Of course she isn’t an actual fallen angel! The mirror just showed her what she wants to see, that’s all.

She’s not special. She’s not Yohane, just Yoshiko Tsushima.

Oh lord, now she has an urge to cry too.

To her surprise, Dia rests her hand on her shoulder. This comforting gesture warms her heart so much that it becomes even harder to stop the tears from trickling out of her clenched eyelids.

“Perhaps it is best that you do not find the Mirror of Erised again,” the older Slytherin says gently, “I have also seen it before and, after a lot of thinking, I have concluded that it is fruitless to ponder about its content. It is not the reality. It only confuses you and stops you from seeing the truth, from doing what you need to do.”

Fleetingly, Yoshiko wonders what Dia saw in the mirror.

“I am not deterring you from exploring, for it is good to be inquisitive about the Magical world. However, heed your instincts and do not take everything at face value. You still have many years ahead of you in Hogwarts. You will grow with your knowledge.”

At this moment, Yoshiko understands why Ruby look up to her sister so much. Dia just has this reliable aura, that she’s someone you can depend on when you’re in trouble or when you feel lost.

For the first time since the Sorting, she is happy to be a Slytherin, proud to be in the same House as someone like Dia.

Hastily wiping away her tears, she grins up at the older girl. “Dia-san sure has the potential to be a devastating beauty like Yohane! You just need to smile more, like this.” She smoothly wiggles out of the latter’s reach and strikes a pose to gather her composure.

Dia shakes her head, though she’s indeed wearing a small smile.

A rather loud growl from Yoshiko’s stomach ruins this touching moment. Scowling in mortification, she stiffly folds her arms. “Is it dinner time yet?”

“I believe so.”

“Erm, so, I’m going to go back to the library to get Zuramaru and Ruby. Wanna come with me?”

Yoshiko isn’t really surprised when Dia declines her offer. “I have something I need to do, but I will see you at the Great Hall later.”

Nodding, Yoshiko shifts nervously and tries to keep her voice even. “I learned a lot today, Dia-san. I was… in a chaotic state of mind I guess, but you’ve helped me clear all that away! I guess I just wanted to say, thank you!”

“You are welcome.”

“Even though I do not wish to move school property, perhaps it is best that I relocate the Mirror elsewhere.”

Riko winces at Dia’s words, though she is unable to tear her gaze away from the reflection in the Mirror of Erised. The human mind is only so strong, and this tantalizing illusion is able to soothe the pang in her chest when nothing else could.

Even though the ache worsens every time she leaves the room.

“Riko-san.” A pair of warm hands gently covers her eyes, blocking her vision and effectively snapping her out of the haze. “I understand, but what your heart desires is impossible. You need to accept that.”

Her lips trembles as her mind acknowledges the truth in the older girl’s words but that does not make it hurt any less. Her eyes sting, her throat hurts and the need to sob are too much. Dia shifts behind her and gingerly turns her around before embracing her.

“Kanan-san is much better at this hugging thing,” the Slytherin murmurs with slight humor, “But I am your friend too, Riko-san. I am more than willing to offer comforting arms.”

She nods wordlessly against the crook of Dia’s neck, soothed by the way the latter caresses her hair. After a while, she points her wand at a tarp at a corner and flicks it over the Mirror, fully covering the glass for good.

“What do you see in it, Dia-san?”

Dia’s arms tighten imperceptibly. “... I think you know.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” Riko reluctantly pulls away from the hug and approaches the table, where two identical black feathers are charmed and carefully isolated with a translucent, silvery veil. One is from when Mari, in her cat form, swiped it from Yoshiko at the train station. The other one is found by Kanan in the forest, where cloaked strangers attacked Dia. She glances around rows and rows of bookshelves, filled with collections on par with the library.

“We still cannot find any similarity between the two, other than the fact they both reject your spell, Riko-san,” the Slytherin gestures at the parchments stacked on another desk. “Naturally, I have recorded all of our experiments.”

“We need more samples. The Room of Requirement surely holds the information we require,” the Ravenclaw states firmly and begins to browse through the nearest books. Dia sighs quietly but joins the younger girl. They have invested too much in this mystery already.

“Very well.”

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Torn: Remus Lupin Story: PS OC: Chapter Two: Bothersome Bella

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Remus Lupin Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Remus Lupin x Vega Black (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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“If a thing is right it can be done, and if it is wrong it can be done without; and a good man will find a way.” ― Anna Sewell, Black Beauty

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Chapter Song: “Cowboy Lullaby”: Tim McGraw and Faith Hill

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Vega stood outside of Ravenclaw tower looking at that arrogant eagle door knocker who refused her passage until she correctly guessed the riddle. She'd guessed three times now and each time she was wrong. Now normally, she would've had more patience that than but the last three weeks hadn't been the best for her. Lost and late for her classes because of the moving staircases. Detention for her tardiness. A howler from her Aunt Walburga every single day telling her how upset they were with her sorting.

It didn’t help that she was missing her parents an awful lot.

It had been years and yet still... she was trying her best to deal with it.

Relocating was nothing new to her due to change from Tennessee to London...but Hogwarts was different.

At times like this, she just really wished she could still run into her father’s arms.

Ride behind her mother as they took a moonlight ride on her mother’s mare, Star.

She missed it.

She needed it.

She was dealing with alot.

All the mundane little things of life.

And many other struggles of the first year. In a few years, this would be comical to her...but not today. So.....she lost her temper. "Piece of shitl!" she screamed hauling back her Charms book and swinging at the entrance. "I hate this! I hate everything! Now let me in so I can go to sleep!" "Vega?" She paused in her assault and looked over her shoulder at none other than Remus Lupin. Of course. Of course it would be him. Why on earth would it be someone else besides her crush? The universe was against her and the little eleven year old girl felt like she was doomed to have Remus think she was mentally unstable. First it was crying over a muggle book and now it was psychotic rage over not being able to get into the common room. "Everything alright?" he asked her cautiously. She sighed, blowing a puff of air out of her reddened cheeks sending a dark curl bouncing in front of her before looking down in shame. "I can't get inside." He almost smiled. She was beating herself up over nothing. Most first years couldn't. Most upper classmen in the other houses would never even have a chance. "Oh, maybe I can help." he offered. "What's the riddle?" "Follower of man, dark as night, a trained choreography, comes after light." spoke the eagle again. Remus tapped his chin. "Alright, follower of man. So it's behind you and dark as night so it's black or at least darker. A trained choreography. Hmmm, we'll come back to that. Comes after light." he rambled. Vega bit her lip, "Ok so something dark that follows you after light....and it's moves. Merlin's beard!" "What?" he asked a little startled by her outburst. She grinned, "It's a shadow!" "Correct. You may now enter." spoke the eagle behind them. She smiled at Remus, "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you." He shook his head, "Yes, you could've. You were just frustrated. You're smarter than most adults I know...and you're only eleven."

He bent to pick up her fallen books and peered at the cover, “Black Beauty?”

”Um, yeah.” she mumbled. “I found it in the common room and I just thought it looked interesting.”

Remus smiled at her gently, “You like horses don’t you?”

Vega’s cheeks flushed, “Well, I- I mean my mama - well, I just- just- Yeah. Yeah I like horses.”

Remus fought not to smile as she rambled but simply nodded and handed her the book.

”I like them too.” he said. “They’re gentle giants.”

”Yeah.” she said hugging the book to her chest. “They’re majestic.”

”Yeah.” he agreed. “I hope you have a good night, Vega. Good night.” "Good night, Remus." she smiled before ducking inside. Remus smiled and shook his head as he carried on his way. He hadn't seen very much of her since the sorting ceremony but she was in a different house and a different year than him. Additionally, she was a first year and apparently a very high strung first year so he didn't hold it against her. He did feel sorry for her. Everyone could hear the howlers her aunt sent her every day. Sure, Sirius had gotten them too and they were much worse for him but.... things seemed to affect Vega a little differently than they did Sirius. Remus went on about his way until he reached the Gryffindor tower and studied in the common room for a little while. Which actually meant he studies while James and Sirius copied his notes. After a while, he went to bed and actually had a fairly restful sleep. You never get him to admit that he had dreamed of Vega. Her curly black hair. Her big grey eyes, silver like the moon. Her full little lips. He'd never admit it but there was a sort of calmness that he got from her. She soothed him. The very thought made him laugh darkly. Of course, soothe the savage beast. At twelve he desperately wanted more friends and was incredibly grateful for the ones he had but...he'd never let himself be anymore social. Because he was afraid of what he was...and what he might do. The full moon was next week and he most certainly was not looking forward to it. The process, the lies, the hiding...any of it. He felt so lousy for lying to his friends like that. He'd done it all of the previous year and he got the feeling that they were onto him...just that maybe they didn't quite know what they thought they knew. The next morning we he awoke, he was alone in the dorm room. It was a bit odd seeing as how it was Saturday. The snores of James and Sirius who always chose to sleep late usually shook the bed. It wasn't all that uncommon for Peter to be up early. He was never one to miss a meal. "Hmm." Remus hummed in curiosity before climbing out and getting dressed. He greeted a few other house meets politely as he made his way out of Gryffindor Tower and down the corridor. His stomach growled and he figured he nip in and see if any breakfast was left in the Great Hall. However, on his way he heard some noise. A bang and then a lot of ruckus. Her recognized the glint of black hair up ahead and could clearly see that Vega lay in a heap on the floor....clearly injured. He ran to her and knelt beside her when he noticed three other girls. He recognized them instantly as the Black sisters. The eldest, Andromeda, had long brown hair and was the most tolerable. She was a Slytherin prefect a few years older than him but she was quite nice and polite. The youngest, Narcissa or Cissy, was a year younger than he, also in Slytherin, and had long white blond hair. He didn't know her very well, only that she was very quite and seemed completely smitten with Lucius Malfoy. The middle child was by far the worst. Bellatrix Black, hooded dark eyes and curly black hair with sharp features. Bella had a mean strike a mile long and she was cruel as they come. She was in his year and it was very clear that she and Sirius hated each other with a passion. And apparently, this included Vega who lay on the ground with cuts all over her and a blossoming bruise on her face. "Bella, enough!" Andromeda threatened. "What?!" Bella sneered. "She deserved it!" "She didn't do anything to you!" Andromeda pressed. "I saw her go for her wand." Bella spat at her elder sister. "If she did it's probably because you drew yours first." Andromeda said sternly towards her sister. "We both know that Vega was minding her own business just reading a book and -”

“A muggle book!”

“You're being a bully." "And you're a blood traitor." Bella snapped at her sister. "Come on, Cissy." The blond first year followed behind her sister who sneered at Vega, "See you later, cousin." Vega looked down and away from her. When the two of them left, Andromeda knelt down and inspected her young cousin. "I'm sorry, Vega." she said honestly. "You know how Bella is." Vega nodded and winced, "I'm fine. Thank you for your help." She moved to stand only to collapse into Remus' arms. Much to her embarrassment. She turned bright red. Andromeda arched an eyebrow at it but said nothing. She simply picked her cousin up. Since she was a seventh year and Vega just a first year, and a rather small one at that, it was nothing to lift the little girl. "Remus, if you would run along to the Great Hall and tell Professor Slughorn that I need to speak with him in the hospital wing, I'd appreciate it." she told him. He nodded and took off in the direction of the Great Hall. Breakfast long forgotten...as well as the blood on his clothes. He almost hit himself for not realizing because James and Sirius almost attacked him over it. "Whoa, Remus, mate! What happened?" James pressed. "Nothing." he tried to push them off on his way to the Head Table. "Professor Slughorn." he said as he approached. "Andromeda Black has asked me to inform you that she needs to speak with you. She's in the hospital wing." He tried to be quite but Slughorn being Slughorn drew attention to it. "The hospital wing?!" he exclaimed and Remus flushed a little. "Yes, alright, Mr. Lupin. Thank you." And with that he was gone in bustle of robes. When Remus turned he was met with many stares but none so potent as James and Sirius'. He maneuvered around them and headed for the door, his stomach twisted in knots. Two familiar hands came down on his shoulders and turned him around. "What's going on?" Sirius asked him. He looked into his friend's eyes. If anyone deserved to know....Sirius really did. She was his cousin. "It's Vega." he said. The color drained from Sirius' face. "What?" he whispered. "What happened?" Remus glanced around, "Follow me. Not here." James and Sirius exchanged a glance and they followed him outside the Great Hall and down a corridor. Remus sighed, "She’s hurt. Andromeda took her to the hospital wing so I'm sure Madame Pompfrey will fix her up but Bellatrix Black jumped her in the lav." Sirius almost turned purple with anger, "That bitch!" "Is she alright?" James asked. Remus shrugged, "She awake but pretty cut up and she had a bruise on her face when I got there. Narcissa was with Bellatrix but I don't know if she was involved." "I bet she was." Sirius snarled. "She's just like her. She's got her nose shoved so far up Malfoy's arse that she..." "Andromeda broke it up." Remus cut him off. "She took her to the hospital wing and sent me to fetch Slughorn." "I'll kill 'em." Sirius seethed. "Sirius, mate, I know that you're angry but we've gotta be smart here." James reasoned with him. "She's my sister!" he exploded.

“Cousin.” James corrected.

“Well whatever,” Sirius said before deflating. “Vega never did anything wrong. She's a good girl."

James and Remus could clearly see how he was worried for her. "She's in good hands, mate." James assured him. "Madame Pompfrey is a wicked healer." "And I'm sure Slughorn will do something about Bellatrix and Narcissa." Remus reasoned. "Andromeda seemed determined of that." He had to admit that was quite admirable. Even when she knew there was definite possibility of points being deducted from her own house....still it seemed as if Andromeda's good judgment would way out. "Not good enough." Sirius growled. "Well then." James smiled. "I guess we'll just have to prank them." Sirius grinned slightly in spite of himself, "Well do it for V." "Somehow I don't think she'd approve of you causing mayhem in her name." Remus smirked before adding, "But I'm in."

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Hello my lovelies! Here is another rewrite of a previous work of mine that I had on Mibba! I did a bit of reworking on the character, her name and her backstory because I just felt like she deserved more! I would love to know what you think of little Vega!

So please comment, reblog with thoughts and/or smash the ask box! I do so love hearing from you my loves!

Love,

Kenny

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