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silent-stories · 4 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝟐

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: After moving to Hawkins for a fresh start, you meet a boy with kind, brown eyes who will quickly become a friend and maybe something more. The only problem is: you took something that belongs to him by accident and now you don't know what to do.

Part 1

When your alarm went off the next morning, you nearly fell out of bed.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself, raising a hand to cover your eyes hit by the sun's rays streaming through the window of your messy bedroom.

As you got out of bed, you suddenly remembered that the night before you had fallen asleep after reading the first sentence written in the notebook that you had found in your bag and that most likely belonged to Eddie.

You found it at the foot of the bed and picked it up, making sure the picture of the unknown woman was still inside it and put it inside the backpack you were going to take to school without really knowing what to do with it.

You grabbed the first pair of ripped jeans you found in the corner and put them on with a random shirt before leaving your room. To do that you stepped over an old art project and a mannequin foot left on the floor, and you mentally promised yourself that if you ever moved again in your life you wouldn't take all that stuff with you. You hoped that you would soon find the will to sort out your things.

“Aren't you having breakfast?” Your aunt asked when she saw you ready to leave the house.

“No, I'm already late. And I promised Eddie we'd meet in the parking lot in front of school.”

“Oh, alright.” She commented with her usual smirk when you talked about Eddie.

“I told you not to look at me with that face!” You yelled at her with a laugh as you left the house.

You crossed the garden and got into your car. “Hey, Casper.” You spoke to the skeleton sitting in the passenger seat as you started driving towards school.

“If you were in my place what would you do, hm?” You asked the inanimate object, “I know that keeping the notebook is not the right choice: it doesn't belong to me. But what can I tell him “hey, I found a notebook where you wrote a lot of personal facts about yourself but don't worry, I know it sounds incredible but I haven't even opened it. I just know it's most likely yours."

You sighed. "It's ridiculous. If I give it back he'll think I read it anyway, won't he? So I can read it anyway, right?"

The only response you got was the sound of bones rattling and hitting each other when you drove over one of the bumps in the road.

You knew they said that curiosity killed the cat but you couldn't help but think that you wanted to read everything written in that notebook.

You parked your car in the first free space you found in front of the school, some students looked at your car with a mixture of surprise and concern, and to your big surprise, you saw Eddie with his arms crossed and his back against what must have been his van talking to Dustin, the boy you had met the previous morning.

Did everyone in that town know each other or was it a coincidence?

Whatever they were chatting about didn't really matter because when you reached them they stopped talking, Eddie looked up and when his eyes met yours, he had a smile on his lips. "Hey stranger." He greeted you.

You wondered if he had that reaction with everyone or if it was something he reserved only for you but you doubted the first option was the right answer, and just thinking about that made you smile the same way.

"Hey."

“Wait, you guys already know each other?” Dustin asked, moving his gaze between you and Eddie.

“Well, I called her a stranger, of course not.” Eddie joked and you rolled your eyes. He was wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt and the same denim vest as the previous day.

"Yeah, something like that." You said to the kid, "and he promised me a tour of the school. I hope he hasn't forgotten already."

“Oh, how could I?” He brought a hand to his chest pretending that your supposition hurt him, "I have an honor to respect. I made a promise to a fair lady and i need to respect it."

You chuckled. "Then lead the way."

You said a quick "bye" to Dustin before Eddie walked off towards school and you followed him until he suddenly stopped.

"But first I really have to ask you something."

For a moment you thought it was about the notebook, your mouth went dry in a few seconds.

“Where the hell did you find that thing?” He pointed to the skeleton sitting in your car a few feet away from you.

You burst out laughing both for the relief that his question didn't involve his lost item and for the funny way he asked you the question.

"Well, it was my last day of school and I was in my old biology class..."

During the tour, you realized that the jogs must not have liked Eddie very much and the feeling was definitely mutual. The first time a boy in a green and white jacket, identical to the one worn by the guy who tried to steal Dustin's hat, had shouldered Eddie while you were walking down the halls you thought it was an accident. The second time must have been a coincidence. The third time you understood that they were doing it on purpose.

"Don't worry about them, they try to act tough but they're all assholes who like to annoy people like me." You stopped in front of English class, the first one of your day, a sign that the tour was over. From the way he spoke, it almost seemed like he was trying to reassure you even if you didn't need it.

"Like you?"

"Yeah, the freaks."

You tilted your head to the side, studying his expression and trying to figure out if he was serious or joking. "You are not a freak."

"Well, you might be surprised by the rumors going around Hawkings about me." His brown eyes were kind, as always.

"What rumors?"

The bell rang and the students began to enter their respective classrooms.

"Oh, I think you'll find out soon. See you, okay?"

“O-Okay…” You mumbled before Eddie walked away and disappeared into the sea of students.

You sighed, then walked into the classroom and sat at an empty desk at the back.

If he didn't want to talk about his secrets then you would find out on your own.

You opened your backpack and grabbed the little brown notebook.

You started reading as the teacher started talking about an old poem you didn't really care about.

I realized that I almost don't remember her anymore and that's the thing that scares me the most. I don't want to forget her.

She's been gone for years now, and I thought I had a grip on the memories, but they're starting to slip away now and I'm so fucking scared one day I won't remember her at all.

I used to hear her voice in my head, clear as day. Now, it's like tuning into a distant radio station with too much static. I find myself straining to remember the way she'd say my name or the casual "How was your day?" It's fucking frustrating, and it scares me that one day, even those snippets will be probably gone.

I don't wanna forget her.

At night, I close my eyes, trying to summon the feeling of being wrapped up in her arms. It's elusive, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm losing something fundamental. I miss that safe place and it's fucking embarassing.

I'm an adult now and I still miss my mom. Embarassing.

I catch glimpses of her in old photographs, frozen moments that I clutch onto desperately. But even those are starting to feel like stories I've heard rather than moments I've lived.

And it scares me. It scares me because it feels like losing her all over again.

You looked away from the notebook. You closed your eyes for a moment and inhaled air through your nose, the teacher's voice only a backdrop to your thoughts much louder than her words.

What you had read were private things, things you shouldn't have read and yet you couldn't help but continue to do so.

They were things he had probably never talked about to anyone if he felt the need to write them there, it was a vulnerable part of himself that he had decided to hide in that notebook and you were invading it.

The single page you had read had made you want to give the biggest hug to that boy who you had only known for a little more than a day and who was probably way sweeter than he wanted to let others see.

"Shit." You muttered to yourself for the second time that day.

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Okay I'm already losing interest in this series sorry lol if you won't seen an update in years you know why

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luvkuvi · 10 months

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"anything else ?" "your number..." !

In where auntie nahida finds a cute barasita and tries to play matchmaker.

Gn! reader, coffeeshop au, supportive auntie nahida finding her nephew a partner

Imagine Nahida trying to try the cafes around the area she had her nephew Scaramouche over for the summer so he can have a fun summer but he doesn't seem interested in going out and locks himself in his room where he plays video games despite Nahida wanting him to go out with her once and awhile.

So today she decided to find some spots where she thinks scara might be interested. "Cafés are popular among scara and his peers," she thought that's why she sought out nearby cafes and most of them were okay but she knew her nephew(more than his mother) and those cafés don't have the thing she was looking for until she entered this cafe and saw you.

As soon as she entered the cafe she saw your smile as you greeted her. "hello! Welcome, to [ insert cafe name], I'm y/n and I can take your order!" The cafe was small and quiet but still had some customers so it's not busy but not empty either. that earns two checks for Nahida's mental checklist.

"Well, what would you recommend?" You hummed pointing at the menu displayed above you and to the pastries available. "Well if you ask me, I like our [ favorite flavor of cake] and [ favorite type of coffee]" Nahida shifts her eyes to the pastries and the beverage available then something catches her eye. "Are the lattes with foam art available ?" She swore your eyes twinkle when she said that. "mhm!" you ring her up after telling her the price. "Anything else ?" you asked, handing back her change. "nope! that's all."

Nahida has found the perfect place.

For the next few days, Nahida would come to the cafe every day at the same time she made sure you were working. You two have grown fond of each other chatting as you tell you why you're working etc.

And after a few visits, Nahida concluded you would like Scaramouche! So yesterday she told you all about Scaramouche

"Well, my nephew is about 5'4 and about your age! he's a little stubborn but he means good!" you giggle at her description of her nephew "really now? He seems sweet. How about bringing him here one day ?"

And she took your words fast as the next day she brought in a boy around your age with indigo locks, and the most beautiful violet eyes you've ever seen, you cleared your throat as she and the boy headed to the counter and you never thought that her nephew could be this handsome! "Welcome back miss Nahida!" you turned your eyes to the boy who wore black head to toe "And I assume your my loyal customer nephew" you giggled as his cheeks began to glow red as he looked at you again. "yeah..im scara" he muttered avoiding eye contact, you only smiled at him as you asked for their order. Nahida ordered two lattes with foam art, by the looks of it scara wanted to argue but Nahida shushed him with one look. Scara said he'll sit down and as you rang them up Nahida wanted you to add a little of something else to one of the lattes

A few minutes later you head to their table to place their orders. "Hope you enjoy you two!" as you walked away scaras eyes followed you before snapping out of it and then looking at the drink Nahida ordered. "What do you think scara ?" Nahida asked him, smiling at the cute foam art you added. "I told you I don't like sweet–" observing the drink he brought it close to his eyes, seeing his design is a bit different from Nahidas seeing the cat blushing with a heart next to it. He felt himself getting hot again and gave you a glance who wasn't doing anything and caught his gaze and waved at him. Feeling embarrassed he turn his head again looking at Nahida who had a smirk on his face. Looks like he had fallen into whatever plan his aunt had in store for him.

a few moments later with a flushed face and a small(adorable) scowl, Scaramouche approached you

"Oh hey! Do you need anything else ?" you smiled at him. He looked back at Nahida giving him a thumbs up which he groaned and looked back to you and you gave him a puzzled look. "your number…" he mumbled. You blink at him a few times feeling yourself being hot but you asked him to repeat it because you don't trust your ears. "U-Uhm…repeat that please ?" You felt his purple eyes pierce through you making you gulp, did you make him mad? you thought. "I know you heard me, your number, idiot." your body perks up at his sudden cocky attitude change you stared at him with disbelief and he raised an eyebrow. "what? you asked if I need anything else and what I need right now is your number" Scaramouche didn't know where this surge of confidence came from but it was worth it to see your flustered figure trying to find a paper and pen to write it.

Maybe he will need to visit this place more.

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only-angel-28 · 7 months

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mastermind, part one - theodore nott

hi omg im back😍🙌

ok so this is part one of a series called "mastermind" (inspired by the song “mastermind” by taylor swift). its a theodore nott fic and starts from the beginning of sixth year until the end of seventh, im literally making it up as i go😍🙏.

academic rivals, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, heavy angst at times and all that so enjoy😋😋

this ones a short one for now but part two is halfway done and should be out sometime this weekend🤞🤞

please lmk what you think: what were your fav parts? anything i should change?

and maybe repost if you feel extra generous :))

warnings: none for now<33

mastermind, masterlist

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“Hey, wait on!”

I turn around to see Hermione running to catch up with me, her suitcases on her trolley and her cat happily meowing in its cage.

“Hermione!” I exclaim as I give one of the trolley boys my trolley and go to hug her.

“Oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in ages!” she sighs as she hugs back tightly.

“I know, you promised to write, why didn’t you?” I say.

“Oh shush, it’s not like you sent me any care packages anyways.” she replies as she links our arms and starts leading us to one of the carriages once we’ve taken our pets off.

Hermione and I have been friends since the beginning of our first year, before we were friends with Ron and Harry actually.

To say that my mother was happy with our friendship is a huge lie.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Even her name disgusts me, much less the things she’s done.

She was mortified. I still remember the look on her face when I brought Hermione over one time.

“A mudblood?” she had exclaimed.

“Why on earth would you want to be friends with the likes of them? You’re surely not my daughter, that’s for one thing.”

Hermione and I both knew what rejection felt like. Her, with most of the pureblood Slytherins, and me, with my pureblood Slytherin family.

My aunts and uncles are probably the worst of the bunch surprisingly.

Lucius and Nesta Malfoy.

Even their names are filled with poison.

Not to mention my cousin. Draco.

What a horrible waste of a family.

My uncle, Sirius, is the only one in the family who understands me. Coming from a highly Slytherin pureblood family, we were the only Gryffindors. God knows why.

I think the neglect from my mother and most family is what made me and Hermione such good friends. We both knew how the other felt.

“Have you seen Ron or Harry around yet?” I asked, settling down in the train cabin in the train with my cat, Alfie, in my lap.

“No, not yet. They should be coming up soon though.” Hermione replied and surely enough the door to the cabin opened and in came a mess of ginger hair, already complaining about God knows what;

closely followed by Harry who tried to say hello before he was cut off.

“Guys you’ll never guess what. Mum made me wear Fred and George’s old jumpers again. As if I’ll ever fit into these, they’re huge! And another thing, she said I’m not allowed to get a new pet so I’m stuck with this old bird.” he finishes his rant as he points to the old caged owl in his hands.

“Hello to you too Ron.” I say after a pause.

“Oh yeah, hi guys!” he says smiling.

Hermione rolls her eyes at him with a smile and pats on the space next to her, motioning him to sit down and Harry sits next to me after hugging me and Hermione.

“So what’s all this about Draco and a weird-looking cabinet? And who are all these people you’re talking about?” Ron asks Harry settling down and rubbing his hands together to warm them up.

“Don’t you see? It was a ceremony, an initiation.” Harry says, looking over at me.

“Stop that rubbish Harry. I know where you’re going.” Hermione says, trying to ignore whatever Harry and Ron were talking about and looking out the window.

“No guys listen to me, it’s happened. He’s one of them.” Harry says the last part quietly.

“One of what?” Ron asks, confused as I take a sigh and say,

“Harry’s under the impression that Draco Malfoy is a death eater.”

“You're barking.” Ron says as he sits up, ‘What would You-Know-Who want with Malfoy, he hasn’t got any hair to want Malfoy’s bleach bottle.”

“Well then what’s he doing in Borgin and Burkes? Browsing for furniture?” Harry quips.

“It’s a creepy shop. He’s a creepy bloke. Put two and two together and there you go.” Ron responds.

“Look, his dad’s a Death Eater, his aunt’s a Death Eater, most of his family is, whos to say he isn’t following in their footsteps.” Harry says as I look away in shame.

Harry realises his poor choice in words and says, “I need some air.” and walks out the cabin.

“He’s going mad I’m telling you.” Ron says to Hermione and I.

Hermione and I don’t say anything in response but busy ourselves with our reading books while Ron raids the sweet trolley.

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It only took us around half an hour to get settled in our dorms again, this being our seventh year we had a lot more practice and we were all now making our way to the great dining hall.

“Welcome all students…” McGongall’s voice boomed as we took our seats, Hermione and Dean Thomas on either side of me with Ron and Ginny in front. Our table was on the other side of the hall to the Slytherin table but I could still see my cousin's crispy fried blonde hair as he took his seat next to one of his friends.

What was his name again?

Thomas?

Timothy?

“Why are you staring at Theodore Nott? I thought you hated him.” Ron interrupts my thoughts as he shoves a piece of chicken in his mouth.

Theodore. Right.

“And now with the sorting ceremony finished for another year, let us feast!” McGonagall’s voice, thankfully for once, gave me a chance to change the subject before things got weird.

“What? No I’m not, pass the mashed potatoes.” I say shrugging it off as I draw my attention to Hermione.

“Where’s Harry, he’s already missed the welcoming.” Hermione says, looking around in anticipation, clearly worried.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be here in a moment.” Ron responds shoving a spoon of jelley in his mouth.

Jelly with chicken? Ew.

Hermione stares at him for a moment before hitting him with her book repeatedly, making me laugh, “Will you stop eating? Your best friend is missing.” “Oi! Turn around you lunatic.”

We turn to where Ron is looking and see Harry walking towards us with a white cloth at his nose, stained in blood.

“Why do you always have to be covered in blood?” I say, taking the cloth from his hands as he sits next to me. I try to clean up his face the best I can.

“Where have you been? And whats happened to your face?” Hermione hisses at him.

“Later, what’ve I missed?”

“Sorting hat urged us to be brave and strong on these troubled times.” Ron replies.

“Easy for it to say, its just a bloody hat innit?’ I say.

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“Y/N! GET UP!”

I open my eyes and see Hermione pacing around our room trying to get ready.

“What?” I say groggily, putting my head back on my pillow.

“I said get up, you’re going to be late and we have potions first thing.” she said as she pulled the pillow from under my head and tore the duvet off my body, forcing me to get ready.

“Eugh no I can’t deal with Snape this early.” I say as I make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

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“Attention to detail in the preparation is the prerequisite of all planning. Ah! Hello ladies. Please, please take a seat.” The professor says to us.

Wow. This is a change.

Hermione rushed to take the nearest seat available next to Lavender Brown which left me next to,

“Well hello to you too.” Theodore Nott says smirking up at me from his chair as I drop all my books down.

I took a seat before my knees had the chance to give out.

Woah, what?

“Hey.” I say curtly, drawing my attention to the assignment, trying to ignore Theodore’s piercing gaze and strong cologne.

“Late on the first day I see, not a good impression. If Snape were here, he’d have your heads.” Theodore says as he scribbles down the assignment on the board into his scrolls.

I roll my eyes and ask, ”Who’s this anyway?” as I copy the ingredients for the potion in my scrolls.

“Professor Slughorn. He’s taking our class for this year.” Theodore says as he waits for me to finish writing so we can get the ingredients for our potion from the back of the room. “The whole year?” I say standing up and making my way to the back with Theo, “What’s happened to Snape?”

“No idea love.” Theo says, making butterflies erupt in my tummy but I shove them down before they can travel up to my throat and make me say something flirty back.

Theodore and I never had a reason to dislike each other. Well, not officially. We never had a big fight or any interactions of any sort honestly. I didn’t even take any notice of him until he had beaten me to a question in first year in dark arts and gotten 10 house points because of it. Since then we’ve had something going on between us. The need to one-up one another, to be smarter in lessons and faster in quidditch.

I’m not going to deny that he was attractive, because God he was beautiful.

Beautiful and conceited.

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part one, done!

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moonmeg · 8 months

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"So, tell me! Where have you been all this time?", Cat asked handing her old friend a mug while sitting down on the sofa herself.

Breena accepted the mug smiling and crossed her legs before she began telling her tale.

"Well, it started with me traveling around the Isles. I wanted adventure, I wanted to see new things and so I packed my things and went."

"Your parents never told us that.", Catherine frowned.

When Ahana and her noticed Breena was gone not even Breena's parents knew where exactly their daughter was. All they had was a note saying to not worry, she'll be fine. Breena didn't have the best relationship with her parents and Catherine remembered the red-haired girl as a fierce and quite rebellious individual - the fact Breena left was not as big a surprise as it should've been. Yet Catherine and Ahana couldn't believe their trio was down to a duo over night and the news hit them hard. The hurt healed over the years whenever they convinced each other Bree is alright wherever she was. They knew their friend after all. Breena was perfectly capable of fending for her own.

"Prolly cause they dinna know either. I dinna tell anyone where I went. Even though it hurt me to leave Ana and ye behind.", Bree mirrored Cat's frown. She took a sip from the mug.

"Without a goodbye.", Cat added. Though what had happened was almost twenty years in the past by now the aching in Cat's heart upon learning she lost a friend, unknowing if she'll ever see her again, still lingered deep.

Breena glanced at Cat. She saw the hurt her friend was feeling and found herself confronted with one of her greatest fears: Having brought pain to a person important to her. It's what she tossed and turned around in bed for even years after she had left. She never wanted to see Cat or Ahana be sad through fault of hers, yet here she was facing the consequences of her own betrayal to herself.

"Forgive me, please. I regretted it every night.", she leaned forward urgently.

Cat looked up at Breena and softly smiled. She reached for her hand and reassured her friend: "Bree... no hard feelings. I forgave you years ago."

Breena sighed in relief. It seemed a big rock finally loosened from her heart. At least she could have Catherine back as a friend. Whether or not Ahana has forgiven or would forgive her and accept her as a friend again she couldn't tell -neither could Cat- but Breena would try to gain it.

Genuine smiles of happiness and gratitude were exchanged before Cat asked Breena to please continue with her story. It had been sixteen years since they last saw each other and Breena had at least one child now. Cat was beyond curious on how that happened. She remembered that in the trio Cat was the only one to ever positively speak of having a family and children. Neither Breena nor Ahana mentioned the wish to become mothers one day. And yet Robyn was playing with Micah down the hall in Robyn's room.

The red-haired woman smiled and continued:

"On my travels I landed at a small tavern. I originally only wanted to get a drink and maybe ask where I could find more provisions. There... there was this pretty lad who caught my attention. We started talking and learned the tavern belonged to his aunt. He himself was son to a farmer at the same village. He offered me a stay at the farm for the night as it was gettin' late, I accepted and one night turned into two, two into three and three nights into weeks."

Bree began to smile sheepishly. Her cheeks slightly flushing a light pink, causing her freckles to stand out more. It was obvious she told this from a feeling of fondness and genuine love. Whoever that "pretty lad" was, he had Bree's full adoration.

Catherine smirked kmowingly and tilted her head: "I doubt it was the fields and animals of the farm that made you stay."

"Course not.", Breena laughed, "I stayed because of my sweet goldie."

"Goldie?", Cat raised a brow in curiosity.

Breena gave her a glance and then stared into the mug. She ran her finger up and down the porcelain surface. Her lips never broke the smile. On the contrary: her face only softened at the image of her husband before her inner eye.

"Aye, his eyes are golden. So I started callin' him that and it kind of developed into a pet name.", she chuckled.

"Well, time went by and things started takin' their rolls. Pinin' turned to a relationship, a relationship turned to an engagement, engagement to a pregnancy and so on and so on."

"So you weren't married yet when you had your first child, eh?"

Cat took a sip as she continued to listen to her friend's story attentively.

"No, no, by the time the bairn was born I was already Mrs. Bower. But I take no shame in admitting Makenna was conceived before that. Titan, some people have a lover and bairns but never married and there's nothin' wrong with that."

"No, of course not!", Catherine held up a hand in defense, "I'm surprised you got married and had children at all. The Bree I remember never seemed like the type to do so."

Breena shrugged.

"People change. 'Specially once love is involved.", her lips curved into a small, fond smile again. The type of smile you wear when you think of your beloved. "My 16 year old self wouldn't believe I'm a wife and mother either.", she turned to Cat again with a laugh.

Catherine joined in on the laugh. Suddenly it felt like they were children again. Sitting by each other and laughing together. Breena may have changed as person but her laugh remained as contagious and loud as ever.

"You have how many?", she asked. The curiosity once again got the better of her.

"Three. Micah's the youngest. And the only boy.", Bree chuckled and sipped from the mug.

Cat, thinking she is sly, replied: "So there's two copies of you waiting at home, huh?"

Her friend scoffed.

"The only thing they copied from me are the freckles. They are copies of their father. Brunette, golden eyes, the same smile, the same face. Micah's the only one to get my red hair additionally to the freckles.", she laughed and sat down more comfortably on the sofa.

Tilting the mug around in circles on her lap she grinned. "Seems our sons take more after us. Robyn is like a carbon copy of ye. A few differences here and there o' course. Surely from the father?"

"Yeah.", Catherine stiffened. She hated that she did. She hated she was still so affected by Caleb's death. She hated her facade of the strong, single mother was so thin and easily breakable. Thankfully, she thought, Breena didn't notice it.

Instead, the freckled woman gleefully leaned back on the sofa, placing her arm on the back of if.

"It's yer turn now. Tell me what I missed in yer life.", Bree tilted her head as she let it rest on her knuckles.

Cat stared blankly and almost automatically started tapping her nails on the mug. She quickly gathered herself again and stuttered:

"Ah- uhm... well, I'll uh I'll spare you the first sob story of my first relationship. Let's just say I was left a heartbroken fool when mh partner left me for another."

"Left ye?", Breena's smile faded.

"For another?", her brows furrowed.

"How dare they?! What's their name? I'll-", she drew a circle into the air and the mug loudly hit the little table in front of the sofa.

Much like Ahana, Breena was ready to hurt whoever dared to hurt Cat. They knew Cat was able to take care of people like that herself but it was just this urge to defend and stand up for Cat no matter what.

"It doesn't matter, Bree. I was twenty when that happened after all.", Catherine cut her off and hoped Bree would let it go. She almost pleaded her to with the look on her face.

Breena kept her angry face but sank into the sofa again. Catherine spoke of that first relationship with such ease that it left Breena to believe she had moved on from it a long time ago and so she calmed down and loosened up the tension in her body.

Cat broke the eye contact with Breena as she thought about how much into detail she wants to go with the love story she shared with Caleb. How much she could go into detail without suddenly breaking into tears uncontrollably.

"Four years down the line, I had put a wall around me and swore off love to avoid being hurt again. Little did I know, the walls I built could so easily be crumbled... and all it took was a young man with short blond hair and the warmest brown eyes. A little frail but handsome. A bit awkward but kind and affectionate. I didn't want to admit it at first but had to give in to the fact that my heart beat faster and louder when he was with me... my blondie. My Caleb.", she smiled in a mix of melancholy and fondness. The images flashing before her when she closed her eyes were so vibrant and clear still. They always were.

She reached for the ring on the silk band around her neck.

"I loved him. I loved him like I never thought I could love someone. Titan, I still do!"

A moment of silence.

Bree eyed her friend worried. It was obvious now that this story does not have a happy ending either.

"But he's not here anymore, is he?", Bree asked.

Catherine shook her head slowly.

"Some people...", Bree scoffed again and crossed her arms in front of her chest, "the audacity they have! You don't deserve that, Cat! To be left alone with a child to raise! The least he could do is show himself to the child he partook in creating."

"Oh, no, Bree, you got it all wrong!", Cat leaned forward towards the other woman, "He didn't abandon me and is now living a life without me and Robyn! He... he was taken from us. Brutally and coldly. By someone he trusted."

The grip on the ring around her neck fastened, as if cenching to it would bring Caleb back.

Breena sat in shock, mouth ajar. It took her a little to get another sound out. She wasn't sure what to say. Wasn't sure what to do.

"Ye- ye're a... a widow?", she asked with hesitation. The information still not fully processed and still in a bit of denial that her friend had to experience her husband dying. That she had to bury the love of her life...

Catherine nodded in confirmation.

"Oh, sweet Titan...", Breena breathed and looked her friend up and down, unsure where to focus on, "Cathy, I-", she began and didn't know how to continue the sentence.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright. I learned to live with it.", Cat tried her best to give a smile.

"But ye shouldna have to! A widow at thirty! That's horrible!", Breena grabbed Catherine by her arm in haste. She began stroking her thumb on Cat's sleeve in an attempt to show comfort.

She projected the situation her friend was in on her own life. The thought of being widowed, of losing her husband, the father of her children, someone so dear and important to her was torturous enough. To actually live through it is something Breena couldn't fathom.

Cat took Bree's freckled hands.

"It's alright, Bree, really. It- it still hurts but Roby and I visit his grave every weekend. I tell him stories and we pretend Caleb is with us, sitting and listening.", she genuinely smiled. However, there was a certain sadness lingering in her teal eyes, Bree noticed. It was almost painful to see Cat like this. It felt worse knowing there was barely anything she could do to help Cat. And it felt worst when she realized she was not there for her friend when she had needed it most.

"Did Robyn ever meet his father?", Breena asked quietly. She hoped Catherine would say "yes, he did.". She hoped the little boy was held in his father's arms at least once. She hoped he had felt the warmth of his father's cradling arms and she hoped he had heard his father's heart beat at least *once*. But Cat's face didn't seem like that would be the answer. Catherine looked down and let out a dry sob.

"I wish he did..."

#tdaac #tdaac comic #toh #the owl house #catherine clawthorne #catherine megpeggs #evelyn clawthorne #breena megpeggs #toh oc #the owl house oc

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leupagus · 16 days

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I firmly believe Stannis is the Westerosi equivalent of the dad who hates cats, doesn't want to get a cat, makes a big deal about not liking the cat, and ends up being the cat's absolute favorite (except instead of a cat it's a huge fuckoff direwolf with boundary issues)

The door to the workroom opened and Ghost bounded inside, snuffling at Stannis's hands. Lady Stark, following behind, narrowed her eyes at him as she closed the door.

"You fed him something recently, didn't you?" she said. Ghost, finding nothing, gave a disapproving huff and flopped down by the fireplace.

He had, but that was besides the point. "What are the Knights of the Vale doing here?"

"Just don't give him chicken, we had a terrible problem with the henhouses when they were puppies," she said absently, and circled round to sit at her chair on the far side of the work table. "I brought them here for you."

Stannis, still standing, paused. "For me?"

"Yes, for you. I can't bend the knee, Your Grace. Not yet. But I'm not entirely useless."

"Of all the adjectives I've thought to describe you with, 'useless' has never been one of them."

She smiled at that and looked down at the papers strewn across the table. "Littlefinger — Lord Baelish," she corrected, "had plans for the North. Marrying my Aunt Lysa and becoming Lord Protector of the Vale wasn't enough for him; he wanted more."

"How much more?" Stannis asked as he took his seat again. He was already well able to guess the answer.

"Everything," she answered, a distant look in her eye that Stannis did not like. "He wanted to marry me off to the Boltons. I think the plan was for you you to come sweeping down from the Wall and either take Winterfell or kill out enough of the Bolton forces to weaken them. At which point Littlefinger could come riding to my rescue with the Knights of the Vale. He'd have a ward at the Vale who looked to him for approval, and a new Lady of Winterfell who'd be grateful to him for saving her from monsters twice over." She nodded at his moue of distaste. "Yes, well, he always did consider me one of his cyvasse pieces, to be moved around the board as needed."

Stannis had avoided Baelish at King's Landing, insofar as he could while both of them served on Robert's Small Council. But he well remembered how Baelish spoke of women, how effortlessly he used them and used them up. What damage had he inflicted on a young, friendless girl while he'd had her in his custody? No wonder Lady Stark had fled from him at the first chance of escape.

If that's what had truly happened. The story from the Riverlands was that Baelish had been killed by his own men, and there was no reason to doubt it — such a treacherous man would have succumbed to treachery sooner or later. But Lady Stark had proven herself capable of surprising things, these past months.

It didn't bear thinking of too closely. He cleared his throat. "The Vale, the North — if Baelish wanted the Iron Throne, he'd have needed more than two kingdoms at his command."

"The Riverlands probably would have been next," said Lady Stark with a frown. She pawed through the papers and pulled out a book. "I've been going through the maester accounts, such as they are, from the time my father left Winterfell until now," she said, flipping through it. "There are gaps, obviously, but Maester Wolkan's been keeping remarkably faithful records. Including copies of every raven scroll." She passed the book over to him, tapping at a particular passage. "This was sent to Roose Bolton from the Twins, only a few days before we began the siege."

"'The Blackfish traitor has stolen Riverrun from us. In the name of fellowship among the new Lord Paramounts and the victors over House Stark, we ask for your aid in catching this damned fish and roasting him on a spit.'" Stannis set the book back on the table with the peculiar urge to wipe his hands clean. "Walder Frey was always a craven. Wanting everyone else to fight his battles for him."

"He didn't even have the courage to murder my brother himself," said Lady Stark, taking back the book and closing it with a snap. "Though I've been told it was his son who murdered my mother. A great warrior family, clearly. Plus he doesn't know it's 'Lords Paramount' and not 'Lord Paramounts.'"

Stannis had seen flares of temper from Lady Stark before (on any number of occasions), but the icy rage in her voice gave him pause. Not for the first time, he considered how very merciful she had been with him, in the end. A man responsible for his own brother's murder, when she herself had lost her brother to the very basest of treachery — what might she have done to him, if he'd been anyone other than the rightful king?

Even as he wondered, he knew that his titles had not been what had stayed her hand in judgement. The Starks had never been particularly pragmatic, mostly to disastrous ends, and for all her intelligence Sansa seemed to have inherited a fair helping of the Tully pig-headedness on top of the Stark romanticism. King Stannis would have had no better luck against her judgement than Lord Stannis or Ser Stannis or even Goodman Stannis; it had been for some other reason she had spared him. He wondered when the bill would come due, and if it would ever be in his capacity to pay it.

Lady Stark had continued on. "I haven't found any record of a message sent back to the Twins, but I doubt the Boltons sent one. Lord Bolton were never much for rousing himself for anyone else's interests, even before he betrayed my family. I sent a raven to House Mallister of Seaguard; he sided with Robb during the war, and the Mallisters have always been loyal to House Tully." This time she handed over a scroll, flattened out but still curling slightly at each end.

It was only a bit longer than Walder Frey's, and about as useful. Blackfish holds fast; they have supplies within to last two years or more, and the siege set by the Freys will not last half a season. Brynden has not called the banners of the Riverlands, for Lord Tully is still hostage to the Freys. But if Lady Stark should call, Mallister will answer.

"'If Lady Stark should call,'" he repeated wryly.

"Lord Mallister bounced my mother on his knee when she was a babe, Your Grace," she said, equally wry. "All the oaths of fealty in the world can't replace the bonds of family and friendship between the northern Houses, even those not in the North itself."

"So I am beginning to understand," he said, handing the scroll back. "So the Twins are undefended at present."

"Most likely — Lord Frey is still there, but the bulk of his army will be at Riverrun." She leaned forward. "I've spoken with Lord Royce; he swears to me that Lord Arryn will bend the knee if you lead the Knights of the Vale and your own army and take the Twins. From there, you'll be able to break the Frey's siege at Riverrun — you'll have both the Vale and the Riverlands in a matter of months."

It was a fine strategy, but Stannis couldn't help but feel vaguely offended by it. "Do you mean to tell me that because you refuse to bend the knee, or promise any of your own army to my cause, you've delivered the Knights of the Vale and a promise of House Arryn's fealty as a...consolation prize?"

Lady Stark shrugged. "I suppose so," she admitted. "But a prize, nonetheless. I've only known Lord Royce since I was a guest at the Eyrie, but he seems an honorable man."

"He's an able commander, which is more to the point," Stannis contradicted absently, frowning down at the desk as he mulled it over. Two thousand men was no very great sum — but the Knights of the Vale were one of the best cavalry forces in the kingdoms, for all that they rarely strayed outside their mountains. With the Knights, Stannis's army could divide and take each half of the Twins in a pincer. It would be over nearly before it began.

"Of course, how foolish of me to consider such petty things as honor," grumbled Lady Stark.

Stannis ignored that. "Which leaves the Iron Islands to deal with. Has Lord Greyjoy sent any word?" Even the honorific stuck in his craw. Balon Greyjoy, the only other "king" to survive the war. Stannis had regretted the man's existence ever since the Greyjoy Rebellion.

Lady Stark shook her head. "Nothing. We've beaten back the last of the Ironborn holdouts, but I doubt they'll begrudge us that. My father always said the iron price never spent well. And they rightly blame the Boltons for whatever might have happened to Theon."

Which was still a mystery, so far as Stannis could tell. Theon Greyjoy had not been found among the dead at Winterfell, nor at the Dreadfort. If he'd escaped, there'd been no sightings reported. "No doubt you'll wish to execute him yourself, if he's found, but it would be better—"

"Execute Theon?" she said, her brow furrowing. "I — no. I don't wish that."

He leaned back in his seat. "You surprise me, my lady. I wouldn't have thought you squeamish after all this time." Perhaps that was his answer: she'd spared himself and Lady Brienne not out of principle but cowardice. In a way, it might be a relief: or at least it would be easier to understand.

She looked away. "Father did always say that whoever passes the sentence should swing the sword."

"That's not an answer. Your kindness does you credit, my lady, but if you show too much your people won't fear you. Which means they won't follow you, when the time comes." He'd said the same thing to her brother, more than a year ago when they'd argued over the fate of the wildlings and the drawbacks of mercy. The Lord Commander hadn't heeded the advice; was it a Stark family failing?

It must be, for Lady Stark sighed in frustration and said, "I don't want to be feared, Your Grace. And though you've failed to notice, I'm in no need of anyone following me anywhere. I'm staying—" She broke off and shook her head. "This always happens," she muttered, an odd smile tugging at her mouth.

He frowned. "What always happens?"

"This," she said, gesturing vaguely at the distance between them. "We can't go five minutes without arguing about something."

"That's not true." She sighed again and he reconsidered. "Perhaps if you didn't contradict everything I said."

"Perhaps if you had sisters, growing up," she countered. "My mother always said Arya and I were more trouble than all five of the boys put together." Her expression darkened and Stannis followed her thoughts — Theon had been one of those five boys. Raised alongside the rest of them, within these very walls.

"I thought you would want him dead," he admitted. "More than anyone else in the North."

She got to her feet and went over to the window, resting her arms on the sill as she looked out onto the courtyard. Stannis rose and joined her: down below were a dozen carts piled high with hay. All around them men and women were busy unloading the bales and stacking them up in a corner, where more workers took them away in a brisk line deeper into the Keep. Each cart was in the courtyard only a few minutes; when it was empty, the driver mounted up again and drove slowly out through the great gates, replaced by another cart yet more heavily laden. Supplies from the Northern Houses, to lay in for the oncoming winter.

"I don't want Theon dead," said Lady Stark after a long while observing in silence. He glanced over to her, but she was still looking down at the carts. "I don't want anyone dead, Stannis — there's been so much death. And more coming, if what Jon told you about the White Walkers is true."

She'd never called him by his name before; indeed she didn't seem aware she'd done it. "I believed him," he replied. "I still do. Your brother didn't seem the sort to make up stories."

"He always was honest to a fault," she said, turning to look at him at last. Her blue eyes were bright — tears, unshed. "I wish he'd come with you."

So did he, he realized. Not for his skill in battle or his perception or bravery: but only so his sister would not look so devastated at his loss. "He took an oath to the Night's Watch," he said, cursing at himself for his clumsy words even as he did so.

"I know that," she huffed. "Five minutes without arguing, is that really so difficult?"

"Evidently," he conceded, and she laughed. A watery sound, and she pressed the heels of her hand to her eyes quickly as she turned back toward the table, but laughter nonetheless.

#got: bitches get stuff done #game of thrones motherfuckers #I do love sansa accidentally endearing herself to stannis via being a bitch and also a fellow grammar pedant #what's that meme?#'whatever souls are made of yours and mine are the same stuff (derogatory)'#that's the vibe I get from these two assholes #anyway for reference this is post-regaining-winterfell #and post-stannis-and-brienne-being-dumb-and-sansa-yelling-at-them-a-lot #it's way after most everything else I've posted but I just finished this scene and was very proud of it #so as ever: you're welcome/I'm sorry

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sailor-aviator · 5 months

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Til the Summer Comes Again: Chapter Two

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'" — Lewis Carrol

Summary: Bob was a winter spirit who loved what he did. He loved making individual snowflakes. He loved the way the snow sparkled in the winter sun. He loved the laughter his creations brought to people around the world. What he didn't expect, was to fall in love with a human girl from a small town. He has until the summer comes again for her to reciprocate his feelings if he wants to remain on earth, but will the shadows that haunt her get in the way of happily ever after? (JackFrost! AU)

Trigger Warnings: Talk of helplessness, Nightmares, Death of a loved one, Secrets, Allusions to depression. I think that's it.

Word Count: 2.2k

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You awoke the next morning to a familiar, not unpleasant stillness. The morning sun crept through your curtains, casting everything in a light blue glow. You stirred underneath your mountain of blankets, the chill of the morning air kissing your cheeks and beckoning you back to the land of the waking. You blinked your eyes open slowly, watching as the light turned from cool blue to stunning gold as the sun peaked over the horizon.

Stretching, you let out an amused hum as your cat, Harlow, let out a cry of protest from his spot behind your legs. The long-haired, black cat blinked at you lazily when you peered down at him with a soft smile.

“It’s time to get up,” you told him, your voice still raspy from sleep. “It’s time to face the day.”

Harlow let out another cry before moving to snuggle back into you. You chuckled, shaking your head and moving, earning a grumble from the cat.

“Yeah, I know,” you said, rolling your eyes. “But some of us have things to do and people to meet. You can go back to sleep though.”

Harlow huffed, repositioning himself before falling back asleep. You rolled your eyes, already moving to get up out of the warm nest of blankets. Sucking in a breath of air at the cold hardwood under your feet, you quickly put on your slippers before padding over to the window. The snow had fallen through most of the night, the pristine snow only disturbed by the winter birds that hopped around your neighbor’s bird feeder. Sighing, you turned to walk out of your room and down the hallway to the kitchen.

The house had belonged to your grandparents up until about two years ago when your grandfather had passed. Your grandmother had taken the loss hard, deciding to move in with your aunt down in Florida not too long after, and your father had gotten a job in Chicago a few years prior to that, your parents moving out and leaving your beloved childhood home. The house stood vacant until a couple of months later when you had moved back to your hometown from New York, your tail tucked between your legs.

There were still reminders of your grandfather everywhere you looked. The cabinet where he kept his collection of pipes was the one no one could bring themselves to clean out and pack away. You remembered the summers spent sitting outside or running around chasing the fireflies. You would catch them, running up to your grandfather to show him your prize, and he’d sit you on his lap with a chuckle. He’d offered to let you try a puff of his pipe once, the wooden bowl nestled in your tiny hand as you blew more out than in. The embers of the tobacco would glow in the darkness of the setting sun, and for a second you believed that that was what it was like to be a dragon — something strong and untouchable.

And that’s what your grandfather had appeared to be to you. Strong and untouchable, that is. He was a strong, stoic man, but the love in his heart was plain as day to all those who knew him. But that strong force was no longer here, and you were left everyday with reminders of what life once was. You frowned, feeling the sadness well up within you, feeling a cloud of darkness surround you as you allowed yourself to wallow in that feeling and entertaining the “what ifs?” The black cloud seemed to grow more and more intense, seeming to almost caress you as you spiraled.

Your phone lit up with a text notification, and just as suddenly as the cloud had appeared, it was gone. You reached for your phone, unlocking it to see that the message was from Nat.

Breakfast today?

I’ll buy :)

You smiled, thankful for your friend. Firing off a succession of texts to solidify plans, you turned back towards your room to get ready. You saw the flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye, but when you turned, you saw nothing. You shook off the odd experience as a trick of the light, but you just couldn’t seem to shake the all too familiar feeling of being watched.

The cafe was surprisingly crowded for so early on a Saturday, but you and Nat had been able to snag your favorite table over by the window.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” she laughed as the two of you settled. You shook your head at her with a grin.

“I just saw you a couple of days ago.”

“And it’s been too long!” She countered, reaching across the table to grab your hands in hers. “Besides, the guys were there, and while I love them to death, sometimes we just need girl time, you know?”

“Yeah, those two are something else,” you chuckled with a grin.

“How have you been, seriously?” She asked, giving your hand a light squeeze. “You look exhausted. Is everything okay?”

You didn’t want her to know about the nightmares you’ve been having. The confusing twists and turns as you ran in a dark maze as something or someone chased you. Always waking up right as they grab you. You had had similar dreams when you were younger, but they had grown worse as you got older. Now, they were becoming so real, and a part of you was starting to wonder if whatever it was chasing you in your dream might actually hurt you. You knew it was ridiculous, really you did, but no matter how many times you told yourself you were being childish, that the boogeyman wasn’t real or out to get you, the nightmares still woke you up in the middle of the night from a dead sleep. You hadn’t told anyone about them, worried they would label you as crazy or laugh in your face about your fears. So, you kept the secret close to your chest, pushing the terror from your mind as you continued on day by day. You wouldn’t tell Natasha about them, no matter how much you wanted to. She was worried enough as it was.

“I’m fine!” You chirped, taking a sip from your tea, the warm liquid serving to soothe some of your nerves. “I’ve just been working at the bookshop. There’s not much else to it.”

Natasha hummed, studying you with a curious expression. “You haven’t taken up any hobbies?”

“Not if you don’t count reading as a hobby,” you joked, earning a frown.

“You need to get out more,” she sighed, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. “Put yourself back out there. I know what happened was hard on you, but you can’t wallow in self pity forever, SP. You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to see you give up. You’re too young for that!”

“Nat, I know you care,” you said, fingers stroking the rim of your mug, “and I’m happy that you’re thinking about me. But, I just need a little more time to figure out what it is that I want now. I spent my whole life thinking one thing, and now I’m having to start completely over.”

“You don’t have to, you know,” she countered, giving you a pointed look. “You could still dance, Sugar.”

You shook your head. “No, I…It’s too much for me right now, Nat. I need to take a break from that world. I’m content for right now.”

“Sugar Plum,” she trailed off, biting at her bottom as she looked at you. Finally, she let out a sigh, shifting in her seat. “Alright, fine. Now, tell me all about that cute book clerk you work with.”

“Who?” You asked, wrinkling your nose. Natasha wiggled her eyebrows as she took a sip from her coffee.

“You know, the cute one! The one with the pretty brown eyes.”

“Javy?” You laughed, looking at her with a grin. “You have a crush on Javy?”

“It’s not a crush,” she scowled. “I’d have to know him for it to be a crush. No, it’s…it’s a lust at first sight situation.”

“Sure,” you smirked, giving her a knowing look. “Well, he’s single. Or at least, I think he is. I’ve never seen anyone come in asking about any of them, now that I think about it.”

“You haven’t?” She asked. “What about outside of the shop.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them outside the shop, now that you mention it,” you hummed, trying to think of a time to the contrary.

“Old man Maverick must keep them pretty busy if you can’t think of a single time you’ve seen them outside of the shop,” she chuckled.

“He’s not that old,” you rolled your eyes, smiling. “Anyway, he was kind enough to give me a job at the shop, and I like it there. Sure, there have been some weird things here and there, but it’s not like anything crazy has happened.”

“What do you mean ‘weird?’” She frowned. You grimaced with a shrug.

“I mean, there have been odd occurrances, but it’s nothing to be worried about, really. They’re just an interesting group of guys. I think you’d really like them, actually.”

“Alright, well,” she paused, “if you’re sure. And tell me if anything changes, alright?”

You nodded, and she let out a breath before giving you a smile.

“Now tell me all I need to know about Javy.”

You hurried to unlock the front door of the shop, the cold of the winter day creeping through your layers and towards your skin. The bell above the door rang out as you stepped through, shoving the heavy, wooden door closed behind you as you knocked the snow off your feet against the welcome mat. You stripped yourself of your winter wear as you made your way towards the counter, the stillness of the shop a comfort to your sense. You hadn’t told Natasha, but the shop was the only place in town where you felt a sense of peace, like something about the building chased the dark thoughts and energy away.

You flipped on the electric kettle as you rounded the counter, firing up the ancient desktop computer that you had been dropping less than subtle hints to Maverick about replacing. The old computer groaned to life as you readied your favorite mug with a tea bag, the kettle quickly heating the water inside to a boil.

You turned to grab the kettle, jumping when you saw a figure standing at the door that led to the back room. The man was around your age and tall. So tall, you had to tilt your head back a little bit to see all of him. He was handsome with dark, blond hair that curled at his forehead, and eyes so blue that they reminded you of the ocean. His eyes raked over you, lips twitching at the corners as if he was holding back a smile.

“Oh!” You cried out, clutching the mug close to your chest as you stared at him. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“SP?” Asked Maverick as he appeared just behind the man, looking between the two of you. “I see you’ve met Bob.”

“Bob?” You questioned, glancing at the younger man who still stared at you.

“Yes,” Maverick smiled, placing a hand on Bob’s shoulder. “Bob is my nephew. He’s going to be staying with me for the time being.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Bob smiled, holding out his hand for you to shake. His voice had a rich timbre, the sound making your cheeks warm as you shook his hand. You let out another gasp at the tingle that ran up your skin, quickly dropping his hand and offering him an awkward smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you murmured.

“I thought you could show him around the bookshop today,” Maverick hummed, glancing between the two of you with a muted smile. “Show him the ropes of how to run the shop.”

“Oh,” you blinked. “Yes, I can do that. Is there anything specific that you’d like me to show him?”

“No,” Maverick smiled. “Just the basics. I’ll be in the back for the day if you need anything.”

And without waiting for a response, he turned and walked back through the door, leaving you and Bob alone behind the counter. You sighed, fighting to keep yourself from rolling your eyes as you set your mug down on the back counter. You turned to Bob with a smile, noting how the apples of his cheeks turned a light shade of pink as you did so.

“Do you actually go by Bob?” You asked him, arching an eyebrow. He blinked at you, swallowing before answering.

“Yes, I do.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “You can call me Sugar Plum or SP. Everyone else around here does. Come on, I’ll show you around the place.”

You grabbed his hand before he could say anything, leading him out from around the counter. You tried not to focus on the way his hand felt in yours or how good he smelled as you passed by him.

You might be in trouble.

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Ch. 1: Control

“Ouch! No no no- definitely too much moon powder!” I hastily wipe my hands on my dusty skirt as I attempt to put out the purple flames coming out of my cauldron. I’m attempting a healing potion for my cat Twilight, but accidentally misread the spellbook. Mom’s spellbook.

But I’m too late to cover my tracks- I can already hear footsteps approaching outside!

“Magica! What have I told you about practicing magic?” My father yells from the doorway.

Twilight hisses and scrambles out of the kitchen, leaving me to fend for myself.

I cringe and turn around slowly. “Not to?”

My father, a tall buff man wearing a hunter’s cap, stomps into the room. “Yes! What if the Royal Guard was passing by? I don’t want you getting locked away!”

“But I don’t live on the Isle of the Lost, so magic is allowed here!”

“They don’t know-!” He sighs and rubs his head. “Since they don’t know about your mother, it’s best to just keep your magic hidden.”

“But dad, I’m finally getting the hang of this! I think I might write to Fairy Godmother and tell her about my magic-!”

“No!” My father stomps forward and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Magica, you’re my only daughter. If they found out you’re the descendant of a villain they could lock you up. I- I only want what’s best for you, understand? I know you’re proud of this gift and are a very talented witch, but sometimes it’s best to be normal.”

“But- but-!” I can feel my aunt’s temper boiling inside me. “Why should I be different?”

I wrap my cloak around me and storm out into the woods. There’s a secret spot I have near the stream that runs into the Enchanted Lake. It’s a small clearing big enough to practice my magic safely. After I sit down on a boulder I start tearing up, torn between being mad at my father for silencing my magic and being ashamed of being the descendant of an evil witch.

Yup, that’s me. Magica Sanderson, secret daughter of the infamous Sarah Sanderson. From what I’ve gathered, my mother seduced the Evil Queen’s Huntsman so Winifred Sanderson could steal one of her potions. The Huntsman became my father, and when he found out about me he immediately brought me to Snow White’s kingdom to keep me from becoming a VK. But the one thing he couldn’t avoid was the fact that I inherited my Aunt Winnie’s magical talent and my mother’s bewitching looks. I have my mother’s pale fair skin, white-blonde hair, and slim figure. I also inherited my Aunt Winnie’s bright green eyes and Aunt Mary’s love for Cheetos. I can’t help it- I’m a halfblood witch!

Father has tried to suppress my family ties by homeschooling me in our woodland cottage and dressing me in flowy pink dresses just like the goody-two-shoes kids wear at Auradon Prep. When I was old enough to control my powers, father brought me to the Auradon kingdom to meet Prince Ben, son of Beauty and the Beast. Immediately we became inseparable best friends, always causing mischief despite our parents’ disapproval. One time we slipped a hiccup potion into Chad Charming’s drink during a gala social, and spent the next half hour trying not to burst out laughing when he tried hiccuping at Audrey to ask her out! I told Ben about my powers, and he promised to keep it secret. He knows I’m nothing like my mother or aunts, and that I’d never try to hurt anyone.

But even so Ben’s acceptance can’t help fill the gap that separates me from the other kids in the village. I’m still different no matter how hard I try because I don’t have the arrogant, uppity attitude that the other kids have.

Mother, why do I have to be so different? Could I have at least one true friend who won’t disappear?

“Meow?” A voice calls.

I look over and see that Twilight has returned with another black cat- one with recognizable yellow eyes.

I sniff. “Hey, Binx. How’s it been?”

The two felines slink between my legs and rub their noses on my boots.

“Been fine, but from what Twilight’s told me you’re in a bit of a pickle. I know your dad means well, but even I agree that suppressed magic is never a good idea.”

I stop twirling pink sparks on my fingers and give Binx an odd look. “Why?”

Binx glances around nervously. “Well… I’ve heard stories of past maidens that try to bottle up their magic until any sudden breakdown can cause an outburst. Do you remember Elsa of Arendelle?”

The memory of seeing former Queen Elsa’s meltdown on tv runs through my head, and I have to agree that holding back my magic could lead to something worse.

“You’re right, Binx. But I can’t just do some tricks and expect the whole kingdom to be ok with it. I could be sent to Auradon Prep, or worse- the Isle of the Lost! And magic’s forbidden there so I’d be powerless! That and I’d have to live with-” I shutter. “My mom.”

Binx hisses and Twilight swipes a paw against my cheek. “No you won’t. We wouldn’t let that happen, and your father would protect you. I suggest you cool down a bit and then go back to the house.”

I sigh. “I guess so. But how long will I have to hide like this? All my life I’ve followed the rules and been nice, so I’m not wicked… am I?”

“No, no,” Binx assures with a soft voice. “It’s not that, it’s just that normal folks are unsettled by the strange and unusual. It’s like you said, you’ll be sent to Auradon Prep. You don’t want that, do you?”

I gag. “Ugh, no! Ben says all the people there are stuck up and half-witted fools! I would rather eat a toadstool dipped in boysenberry sauce than associate with those idiots!” I stand up and start walking back to the cottage. “Sorry Binx, but right now I better head back to father before supper. I’ll save you some fish!”

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smalls-words · 2 years

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Peaceful Quiet

Summary: Within the chaos of the world, Natasha and Wanda find peace with your quiet self.

Pairings: ScarletWidow x Fem!Barton!Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warnings: Guns (no actual use), sweet tooth-rotting fluff at the end.

Requested: YES/no

Words: 3,894

A/N: These girls do not have a lot of smiling gifs :(

*not my gifs*

The mission hadn’t gone too well - Hulk had gotten out of control and both Natasha and Wanda weren’t close enough to subdue him. The redhead had a few bumps and bruises whilst the brunette had barely anything thanks to her powers.

They were all slumped over in the Quinjet, beyond the point of exhaustion, before a call came through.

“Hey big bro, where you at? Tiny devils wanna know when you’re coming for dinner.”

Immediately, all of them turned to the pilot seat that Clint sat in, smiling at your contact with a photo containing the two of you at the beach.

“Hey, sis, I’ll be home in a few hours since I gotta stop over at the compound. How are they?”

“Chilling. Making me an aunt is the best thing you’ve done for me.”

“What, like saving you from Iran wasn’t?”

“Ye-up.”

Clint laughed, feeling a particularly strong presence of two pairs of eyes before an idea popped into his mind. “Listen, I was actually thinking of coming now.”

“But… aren’t you on a mission?”

“Yes.”

Your voice didn’t crackle through for a few seconds. “Hurry up.”

You hung up and Clint disconnected his phone from the Quinjet, plugging in his address whilst he turned around to face his best friend and her girlfriend.

“Who was that?” They asked in unison.

“My sister, Y/N.” He explained, getting ready for the landing as he found his jacket.

“Barton, you have a sister?” Natasha scoffed.

“She never came up in discussion.” He shrugged.

Natasha and Wanda looked at each other with concern, wanting to know everything about you as soon as possible. When the jet landed, Wanda helped Natasha walk to the door before it was opened by Laura.

“Hey guys.” The woman greeted before Clint swept her up and kissed her softly.

“Hi, honey. Where’s Y/N?”

She looked like she was waiting for something before that something came as shrieking laughter from the back garden. “Out there.” She grinned, watching Clint’s childish side come out.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” You quipped, watching him charge towards you like you did when you were children.

He tackled you and you rolled with him down the hill, blocking and dodging his strikes whilst you jabbed him in pressure points, eventually standing with him splayed out on the floor.

“I win.” You smirked, helping him back up.

“I let you win.” He grumbled before hugging you tightly.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N. How’s everything?”

“Great. Love going to therapy. Pretty sure Michelle hates getting those late night messages-”

You cut yourself off as your eyes drifted to the two beautiful women leaning on the porch railing, their smirks on their faces indicating that they saw your sibling antics and were more than amused.

You brought your brother towards you. “You know what’s going to happen.”

“You’ll be okay.” He murmured, kissing your temple before he led you back up to the house.

“Guys, this is Y/N, my sister. Y/N, this is Steve, Sam, Scott, Vision, Wanda and Natasha.”

You nodded your head to them all and they were confused at your sudden change in nature. Maybe it was nerves, maybe they were somewhat intimidating, but something was off. However, when the kids came rushing back in, you smirked and picked Nathaniel up by his collar.

You winked at him, throwing him over your shoulder as you went into the kitchen for a drink. You poured the kids some cups of water and waited for them to drink it all, stacking the cups in the dishwasher before you heard a voice behind you.

“So, Y/N, right?”

You briefly looked over your shoulder to see Natasha and Wanda sitting down, nodding in response to her question.

“How come Clint’s never told us about you?” Wanda asked.

You shrugged, still stacking the dishwasher until you couldn’t find anything else. However, Nathaniel and Lila came back for a biscuit and you gave them a raised eyebrow.

“Mom said we could! And to bring her one too!” Nathaniel begged, making you grin before you gave them their biscuits.

“Y/N! Can you turn the pot off please?! It’s almost done!” Laura called through the house, showing the rest of the team where they would be sleeping.

You turned the stove off beneath the pot and stirred it lightly, looking back up in a confused manner as Wanda and Natasha were still there. You cocked your head to the side and they did the same, making your eyebrows furrow before theirs did as well.

“Auntie Y/N, Mom says I have to come and help you make dinner.” Cooper stated as he walked in, making you smile and nod.

“Hey, Auntie Nat.”

“Hey, kiddo.” She smiled at him.

“How was the mission?” He asked, chopping up the vegetables you would soon put in the stew.

“It was good - got a few bumps and bruises, but they’ll heal with time.”

He beamed at her and she looked at you, confused since you hadn’t said a word in her presence. However, you went to the corner of the kitchen and rang the bell, the loud and clear note echoing throughout the household.

Immediately, a thunderstorm of boots came rushing towards the kitchen, making Wanda’s hands glow before she recognised the boys.

“Where’s Vision?” She asked, unable to feel him.

“In stasis mode. Let’s eat!” Clint declared, helping you serve the bowls whilst the kids set the table.

You sighed happily as you sat down in your chair, between Laura and Lila, and licked your thumb before brushing some dirt off of Lila’s face.

“Stop, Auntie Y/N.” She grumbled, pushing your hand away but you had gotten all of it, evident in your chuckle.

“So, what were you guys up to that made Clint have to do an emergency landing here?” Laura asked, noticing how you held a small teddy between your legs that was hidden from prying eyes.

“Mission. Bruce…” Natasha sighed. “Bruce got hit badly. Hulk came out and destroyed quite a bit of stuff.”

You lifted your head as the sad tone came through her words, looking up at your brother before you made a gesture he recognised.

“Yeah, he killed some people.”

Natasha and Wanda’s eyes shot to you and you immediately began eating again whilst a damning red blush dotted across your face.

“Auntie Y/N, why you not talkin’?” Nathaniel tapped your leg from underneath the table.

“Nate, not now.” Lila scolded him before Laura placed her hand on top of yours and you nodded.

“Y/N has selective mutism. She can’t control it, so all of you watch it.” She looked at each Avenger excluding her husband and they nodded.

“But how did Clint just understand her?” Wanda kept her eyes on Laura, both wanting and not wanting to see you blush, even if it meant you were getting anxious, which she could feel.

“Y/N knows sign language.” Laura responded calmly, rubbing her thumb on the top of your hand before she continued to eat.

Conversation came around easily whilst you sat quietly in your chair, soon holding a sleeping Lila as the night dragged on. You watched as Cooper finally yawned before you decided to put them all to bed, nodding to your brother as an offer that he declined.

You adjusted Lila onto your hip whilst carrying Nathaniel on the other, taking them upstairs to their rooms before you kissed their foreheads and bid them goodnight. You closed their doors and turned around, your smile instantly turning bashful as the two Avengers stood in front of you.

Laura had called bedtime just after you left, leaving the Avengers to prepare for the night before they would leave in the morning.

“Um… we’re bunking with you.” Natasha muttered, noticing your eyes widen briefly before you gestured for them to follow you.

You led them back outside the house, through the cold of the night, before they came to a smaller cottage on the edge of the Barton residence. You placed your thumb on the keypad lock and waited patiently for it to scan.

“Welcome, Agent 15.” The computer stated, the house shifting inside before you opened the door.

Inside was an impressively set-out cottage, built with a dark-designed kitchen and a small dining room whilst 3 rooms were located upstairs. The two Avengers watched as you signed blankly to the room before moving around the cottage.

“Agent 15 would like you to know that your room, or rooms if you’d like to sleep separately, is upstairs and to the right.” A robotic voice spoke from around Wanda and Natasha, making them chuckle.

“So, you’re a SHIELD agent?” Natasha asked and watched you teeter your head from side to side.

“Agent 15 is a retired veteran, who was recruited to the Technical Division of SHIELD. Development of weapons, with a speciality in target weapons like Agent Barton’s, is her department.”

You smiled softly, both girls catching it, as you finalised the couch area and walked upstairs, to which the both of them followed you. You tapped twice on a door and they looked briefly inside, seeing a room laid out neatly for them whilst you went down to the end of the hallway and tapped again.

Their heads popped out of their room to see the bathroom, fit with a shower, bath and vanity whilst you entered your room. They quickly peeked inside, seeing shelves of books, photos and medals whilst the darkness of the night hid most other things.

They saw flickers of movement before the voice came back. “Agent 15 will be going to sleep. She states that you are welcome to shower, have something else to eat if you are still hungry, and you may sleep anywhere you are comfortable.”

You closed the door quickly before you leaned against it and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The entire time you were mute, you couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful they were - you had heard of Natasha through Clint, but when he recruited and trained her you were in Afghanistan, so you never crossed paths.

And Wanda? You’d heard of her from both of the Barton adults as someone who had lost a lot, gaining something by being with Natasha. The two seemed to ground each other, something you had never grasped in your previous relationships.

You lay down in your bed and sighed against the soft mattress, pulling the sheets over your body before you fell asleep.

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When the next morning came, you rose slowly to find a loud commotion coming from outside, pulling your phone out to see Clint trying to call you.

“Yeah?” You grumbled.

“GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE!” He roared, making you throw your phone in the air.

“What?!”

“THERE’S AGENTS SURROUNDING YOUR HOUSE!”

You opened your security feed and saw that indeed, there were agents surrounding your house, all armed and very dangerous. You recognised some of them, sighing annoyingly as you stormed out of the room and down the stairs.

“House, load up.”

You smirked as alarmed sounds came from outside before a voice you recognised growled through.

“Y/N, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You face-palmed yourself and opened the door, waving annoyingly at your house before the guns folded away.

“That’s better.” Fury grumbled, handing you a folder.

“You’re being reassigned.”

You opened it and looked back up at him in annoyance, dark bags under your eyes from the countless nights of no sleep coupled with the thoughts of strangling Nick for waking you up so early.

You smirked as Clint was calling you once more. You answered it and immediately put it on speaker, holding it out towards Fury.

“Barton, calm down.” He said abruptly and you snickered, not noticing the duo that had come down from all the ruckus.

“Chill out, big bro. It’s just Fury and his idiots.”

Natasha felt a shiver travel down her spine from the sound of your voice, silently wishing you were talking to her.

“So a false alarm? I can bring the kids back inside?”

“Yes, idiot. But I’d stay awake because I might strangle Fury for waking me up at 10:30 in the morning.” You glared at your superior and he rolled his eyes.

“Barton, you’re getting another guest at home base.”

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After taking three weeks to fully transfer to the Avengers Division, you finally had a full night of sleep. You had noticed how Natasha and Wanda were always around you, and sometimes you would turn to see them simply standing and watching you, which you thought was a little creepy at first.

However, you realised that the more you were around them, the easier it felt to break down the barrier of your mutism. You had been stealing glances at them whenever you could, their eyes almost always on you and ready to listen to whatever you had to say.

You couldn’t help but feel like you were falling for them.

It was stupid though. Why would you? You could see how happy they were in their relationship. The two of them cuddled up on the couch whilst having meals, holding one another when nightmares plagued the compound, and even going as far as making each other tea.

It was the only thing Natasha couldn’t screw up.

But they had noticed you in a light you never thought possible. It wasn’t just a coincidence that there was a mug of tea on the counter at 2:44 am, nor was it one of theirs that they had forgotten - it was yours. And the blankets they’d put on top of you as you fell asleep whilst a movie played? They made sure they smelled like them.

The stolen glances didn’t go unnoticed, the longer and longer hugs weren’t missed. Natasha had even started jotting down what you did every day with them, looking at it whenever she or Wanda or even both of them felt sad. When they thought of you, their bad days turned good, and simply being with you made them happy.

But still, they had yet to hear your voice speak to them.

They had learnt basic sign language from Clint and could hold a conversation with you if you signed slowly. They had gotten better, but seeing your happy face whenever they got a sentence together was all worth it.

It had been decided that a girls night out was needed since the boys had disturbed your movie night’s peace last night with a prank. Natasha had planned it out to a T and was ready, waiting at the door for you and Wanda.

You both came down and followed her to the car, your eyes wandering to the fields of cows, horses and sheep that you passed until you got further into the city. The sunset was beautiful and you admired it as the light danced across the duo’s faces.

It was too bright to see how they were admiring yours too.

When you reached a barren road, you immediately tensed up and held tightly onto your belt. You don’t know why, but having a belt in stressful times was much easier than carrying around a gun as it gave you the feeling you needed to ground yourself.

Natasha rolled up to a small station, her voice too far away for you to register any of her words before she scanned something and drove through the gate. She trundled around and your eyes landed on a large white screen, larger than any billboard you’d seen.

Wanda and Natasha had surprised you with a drive-in movie.

You followed them as you went to the restaurant, grabbing popcorn, snacks and drinks before you huddled up in the car. Natasha had planned strategically, taking Tony’s smallest ‘big car’ so that she could be close to both you and Wanda, the size only fitting if you were all shoulder-to-shoulder.

She had also planned something else - it was a horror movie, which you had made abundantly clear that you didn’t like whatsoever.

“Y/N, you comfy?” She asked you and you nodded, watching the movie about to start.

The speaker in Wanda’s hands glowed softly before the movie’s sound played through it, hanging it above the three of you. You watched the intro play and ate your snacks whilst Wanda and Natasha looked at each other.

“Y/N, can you pass me my phone? It should be by my feet.” Natasha asked and you nodded, digging through the mound of blankets until you found it.

Natasha hadn’t been expecting it to be that easy for you, wanting to hear your voice ask where it was.

She looked over at Wanda and nodded to let her know to move to Plan B - about halfway through the movie, Wanda put a dastardly seed of a thought in your mind about the movie and it instantly made you scared, scrunching up into a ball beneath your blanket.

“Aw, malen’kiy (little one), don’t be scared. Wanda and I will protect you from those sound-hunting aliens.” Natasha cooed, pulling your back flush against her chest.

Wanda’s smirk let the redhead know that you were blushing, hard, and Phase Two was ready. Wanda whimpered softly as a gunshot rang out, feeling your mind race before it locked onto a thought.

You pulled Wanda against you and began to stroke her hair, just like Natasha did for her, and she sighed above the silence of the movie. You smiled softly, gulping down the lump in your throat as you turned back to see another jump-scare come your way.

You instantly wriggled between them and they soon became concerned when they felt parts of the blanket get wet by their cheeks, pulling it away to see you crying softly.

“Oh, Y/N/N… honey, it’s just a movie.” Natasha chuckled kindly, cupping your cheek in her hand as she stroked it.

She could see you trying to talk but nothing came out, a finger coming to rest on your lips from Wanda. “Frumoasă (Beautiful)… take it slow.”

You took a deep breath, then another and another, before you felt the lump in your throat disappear. “This wasn’t how I wanted this night to go.” You muttered, covering your ears as a shriek from the monster rang out in the car.

With a flick of Wanda’s wrist, the speaker turned off, leaving the car in silence. “Honey, do you want to say that again? What do you mean?”

“I…” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“Look at her, Wands, she’s nervous.” Natasha teased lightly, making you blush as she took your jaw in hand.

“Imagine how she’d react if we knew just how long she’d been planning to talk to us.”

They didn’t have to - your eyes widened and you looked between them both, shocked. “You knew?!”

They both chuckled before Wanda smoothened out a tear still resting on your cheek. “You really took us for fools? A mind-reader and a trained assassin? Y/N/N, you may also be a spy, but you are not very good at hiding your feelings or your mind.”

You blushed under Wanda’s words before Natasha turned your head to her. “Is somebody speechless? And I was just getting used to that beautiful tone.”

You hid your face beneath your blankets, but now it was for a very different reason. You heard their teasing laughter and pulled your blanket down, noticing their eyes were still on you.

“Whilst we do know every little detail you were planning - taking us to Wanda’s favourite Sokovian shop before going to a performance of Swan Lake - we would like to hear those words you had practised for hours in your bathroom next to ours.” Natasha grinned, tracing the bottom of your jaw.

You took a deep breath and sighed slowly. “I like you both a lot, more than what a friend should. I never want to disturb your relationship, and I can’t help my emotions, but I would like to be your girlfriend.”

You shocked yourself at how much you got out. Whilst practising, you have never managed to make it across the finish line, but here you were.

And here your lips were kissed by both a Russian superspy and a Sokovian witch, tasting like chocolate-covered strawberries since they had shared that delicacy. As you pulled away from Wanda, you watched her lick her lips and grin.

“So, detka (baby), does that answer every question that’s been pending in that mind of yours?”

You nodded, feeling that annoying little bulge form in your throat again. Natasha shushed you softly as more tears began to burst through the dam, brushing some wet strands of hair out of your face.

“We have a solution, baby girl. Wands, show her your magic trick.” She looked back at the witch before you were mesmerised by the magic that flitted through her fingers.

“You’ll feel a little pinch, honey, but that’s it, okay?” She murmured, bringing your lips to hers whilst her fingers hovered at your temple.

You slowly felt the small pinch develop in your mind before it dissipated. To your left, you saw a soft orange string stretch into the distance, whilst on your right, a swirling red string fell in the opposite direction.

Soon, you saw Natasha and Wanda, both in the clothing they wore physically, holding onto the strings that were attached at your hips.

*It’s so peaceful in here.* Natasha chuckled.

*It’s a peaceful quiet, isn’t it, baby?* Wanda asked you, kissing your cheek softly.

*Mhmm.* You responded, gasping at how easy it was.

*I can talk to you like this?*

“Yes, baby girl, you can.” Natasha’s voice echoed outside of her mind and you shook your head into focus, watching Wanda’s fingers retreat from your temple.

“You gotta be all in, honey, because that is not going away for a long time.” She warned you and you nodded.

“I… I promise.” You stuttered, feeling pride in yourself that echoed from Natasha and Wanda’s mind.

“Now, shall we stay and chat or shall we go back home?” The Widow offered you and you thought for a moment.

“Stay. No boys.” You smirked, watching them grin before they held you close and continued to talk about anything and everything.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep by the sounds of their hushed voices, closing your eyes as you rested your head on Natasha’s arm. She smirked as your breathing evened out and lightly kissed your neck, to which Wanda matched by kissing your nose.

“She’s too cute, Tasha. If it wasn’t for my meltdown, we never would have found out.” Wanda chuckled, but Natasha’s eyebrow quirked up.

“You mean you never would have found out. I knew from about two weeks in.”

Wanda gave her a dramatic but soft gasp before she sulked, burying her head into your neck. She kissed the skin of your neck softly until she felt her locks being pushed away by nimble fingers.

“Don’t worry, malyshka (baby girl), Wanda is an oblivious idiot in love. Whilst I am the same, I’m not oblivious.” Natasha whispered to your sleeping form.

“But you are an idiot.” Wanda gave her a short glare before she too, fell asleep, leaving Natasha to ask FRIDAY to take them home as she closed her eyes.

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kyber-crystal · 4 months

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Okay bestie how about Christmas HCs where Obi-Wan is spending Christmas with you and your strange family ❤️

HI YES OKAY

also i'm so sorry if my writing seems off, i'm lwk rusty from not having written anything in a FAT minute. anyway enjoy some festive obi-wan!!

you and obi-wan were born on complete opposite ends of the galaxy, on different planets

this meant different cultures, different traditions, different ways of life

obi-wan doesn't remember much of his childhood—he can barely recall who his family was and only has a few fading memories of them—while you remember your loved ones in great detail

so when he hears you talk about your family and sees how your face lights up when you do, it's very bittersweet for him

now, life day (i believe this is christmas in star wars terms lol) is quickly approaching but you had been too busy throwing yourself into teaching an introductory sparring class for the younglings, along with your personal training, to realize it

if it were up to master windu's doing you wouldn't be getting as long of a break

but it's master yoda in charge here, and he grants you a long weekend to rest—which you and obi are incredibly grateful for as you've gotten a combined 6 hours of sleep in the past 3 days

(pathetic, you know...especially when it's drilled into your heads from day 1 of being in the temple that rest is the key to a happy, fulfilling life)

your family stories are always filled with lots of laughter, vibrant colors, and more love and compassion than he could even describe

so when you invite him to come to your home planet with you he's obviously excited

though outwardly he expresses how he feels a bit nervous

they've all heard about your best friend and wise master, but have never spoken to him in person

"it'll be fine, trust me! i have a big family but i promise you they're the nicest people you'll ever meet."

so he agrees, and you fly out that following morning

you can tell he's nervous as you get to the front door

so you intertwine your fingers together, giving his hand a squeeze

it's your silent way of telling him it's going to be just fine :)

and your family instantly LOVES him

of course, you're first bombarded with the classic "are you two married?" "when's the wedding?" "y/n, this is the first time you've brought a man back home!" "he's so handsome!" and whatnot

meanwhile, obi stands there with flushed cheeks...

the older women of the family—your mother, godmother, grandmothers, aunts, etc—instantly love him since he offers to help you out in the kitchen

in the meantime, you sit in the living room with your siblings, cousins, and the rest of the men

"where is the ring on your finger, y/n?" your favorite uncle asks you. he has this GIANT grin on his face and he's wearing THAT "ugly sweater" with a pink loth cat on it

ever since you got it for him, he's made it a yearly tradition to put it on at every holiday gathering

so it's hard to not laugh at first when you're trying to respond

"uncle ted, you know jedi can't get married!"

"who said you had to follow the rules?" he raises a brow at you and you laugh again

"y/n," your dad adds on, "he's right. you should be getting married soon..."

"but the jedi code!"

"it's not a crime if they don't find out, right?" your oldest cousin, cal, says

...and all the men murmur a "yep" or "touche" at that

obi wan catches part of this conversation and comes over, "who's marrying who?"

"she's marrying you!" your younger sister, layla, exclaims with a giggle

and now it's time for both you and obi to get extremely flustered

"SORRY," you quietly tell obi in your mind. "my family can get a bit...chaotic."

"it's okay, don't worry about it," and he smiles at you

while you're eating dinner, you catch him looking around the room—at your family, the eccentric decorations on the fridge and walls (courtesy of layla, cassie, and cal), the most stunning tree standing tall in the corner, the golden stockings with hand-stitched names of each cousin hung above the crackling fireplace—and your heart swells with warmth

in all his years of living so far, obi-wan has never felt so much at home as he has now, with you by his side

even amidst the chaos of the day, he tells himself he wouldn't want to be anywhere else, & he means it

later, you're making gingerbread houses together (apparently obi has never heard of this tradition before, so you take it upon yourself to teach him all about it)

but despite knowing little about it, he ends up making the best house out of everyone

you come in close at 3rd place, though you're sure your house is only one breath from falling apart

there's frosting all over your hands

and on your chin, apparently, but obi wipes it away with a quick sweep of his thumb

the longing look in both your guys' eyes doesn't go unnoticed by the rest of your family

long after everyone has gone to bed for the night, you stay by the fireplace together with glasses of warm milk on the coffee table in front of you

"you're really lucky, you know," he tells you. "to have a family you can remember and spend time with when you can."

"i really am..." you agree, "but obi-wan, you're always welcome to come over. my family loves you. i know it's only been a day but they already want you to be a part of the family."

(neither of you realize that he's taken ahold of your hand and started to gently brush over your ring finger)

and just around 4 short months later, you wake up one morning to find a sapphire ring on that exact finger

"just so you know, i'm saying yes," you squeeze his shoulder before going off to continue with the rest of your day

(how the council doesn't suspect anything, you have no idea. but you're grateful for it lmao)

ok i'm so sorry idk what i was doing with the ending there but I HOPE YOU ENJOYED &&&& merry christmas & happy holidays!!!'

tags (once again, this list hasn’t been updated in a while so apologies if it seems off haha): @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @katelynnwrites @freeshavocadoooo @buckysbeloved @kelieah @kaleidoscope1967eyes @lam-ila @amelia-song-pond @unstablecaffeinatedmind @elenavampire21 @joyfullyswimmingface @arkofblake @hellotherekenobi

#obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi #star wars imagine #obi wan kenobi imagine #obi wan fic #obi wan imagine #obi wan imagines #obi wan x reader #star wars prequels #star wars oneshot #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan kenobi x y/n #obi wan x you #christmas #holidays

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changingplumbob · 2 months

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Honey, I'm home!

TLDR: I'm back. Incoming reblogs. Normal posting resumes 21st at 9am NZDT (GMT+13).

My cat summary, tales of travel woe and random trip tidbits below.

Cat! The cat survived the cattery. Apparently she wasn't eating too much and just stayed in her cage area (I say cage but it was a neat two level set up, she had an individual food bowl, litter tray and cat bed). She's lost a bit of weight so she'll be getting bigger feeds the next few days. She's periodically patrolling the house and hiding in my bed which is fair.

Travel! So our first bus was running late. Trying to make up for it the bus sped over the hill. Imagine sitting sideways on a bus with a large suitcase as the bus quickly drives a winding downhill road. So fun right (sarcasm is heavy here). We made the train but halfway through the trip it stopped and sat for 10 minutes because of an "incident" (yeah I'm curious to). Bus from train station to airport was fine but the baggage check in went down just as we reached it. Then the plane was delayed by about half and hour. Fast forward to this morning. Checking in at the airport early to discover our 8:15am flight was cancelled because the aircraft was damaged overnight. They put us in a van for a nice hour and a half trip along a sometimes empty, sometimes standstill motorway. At the new airport we checked in fine, but what do you know the plane home was delayed. Hour delay this time. Eventually back home, took the airport bus to the train station no problem. What do you know, the train line was having errors and replacement buses were running instead. At the home train station we just gave up and got a taxi to the vets, and then home.

Wedding! It was nice, my cousin and his bride were so damn happy. It was in a place called the Tree Church where the structure is actually made out of shrubs so it's like getting married in a church made out of nature. The sun was shining and she walked down the isle to an instrumental of Taylor Swift - Wildest Dreams. Her dress was gorgeous, their vows were sweet and I was sitting in an aisle seat so got to throw flower petals over them as they walked up the aisle together. Then (remember I'm in summer people) they had an ice cream truck after a champagne toast and they had vegan ice cream!!!

Reception! It was at a vineyard and half the area had trellises with grapes growing above you. There was so much food, and some vegan stuff! Because my cousin has a large family (lots of aunts and uncles) I was the only cousin from our branch. But you know when the band started playing ABBA I had to get up and dance with my aunts because how can you not dance to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Man After Midnight)? I sang along, loudest to Love Story obviously.

Tea Ceremony! So my cousin's wife (is she my cousin in law now? IDK), her parents are Chinese and came to NZ before she was born. She had lots of family fly over from China and Canada and they brought her and my cousin these beautiful red robes for a tea ceremony. Basically it allows the married couple to honour their elders by serving them tea. The couple also get money and jewellery from elders. Apparently all the Cantonese speaking relatives told them they hoped to see a grandchild next year, no pressure cousin.

Internet! As some of you probably realised the air bnb had wifi so I was able to keep up on some people's posts. But because I'm an overthinker I wanted to keep my post about going away near the top of my blog. I'm now going to blog some things I wanted to reblog during the 5 days which you may well have already seen but I want to reblog anyway to show support.

Me! This whole thing has been about me but anyway, I am very sleep deprived. I was not sleeping well before we left. The house we were staying was so creeky I barely slept while we were there. So I'm going to do extra rambles because that's what happens when I'm tired. Thank you for a couple of sunflowers today, with my travel chaos I needed them. I keep them in my inbox for low days but appreciate it beyond measure. I'm going to try get to my asks today but sleep may claim me first. The favourite facts are coming I promise! Lastly check out this puzzle that I was fiddling with intermittently for 3 days. I can't believe I eventually solved it!

#I'm so tired right now #So very tired #I talk so much when I write #So decided to #ramble ramble ramble

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ovur · 1 month

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TWO sightings back to back ✌ This time she was sitting here and then laid back down after she ate the food I brought. She's such a cat I kept tss tssing, scratching on the floor and showing i had treats to get her to come to me, and she didn't not because she was afraid but because she wanted to ignore me . When she finally came over (after I stopped trying) I swear it was because my aunt's dog was watching downstairs like they were looking at each other... My grandpa came outside and she let him pet her and sat near him for a little, then right before she left she came back over to say goodbye to me, she rubbed against my leg and meowed while I pet her </3

#long #also she licked me but that might have been because of the treats sp that's not going in my paragraph #baby

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thethreebroomsticksficfest · 1 year

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Unwelcome

By: @floreatcastellumposts

Prompt(s): Frost & First Christmas without [Character]

Look alive my friends because Floreatcastellum has secured us an invite to the Potter family’s Christmas dinner! ✨Read all about their festivities – which may or may not include a dash of angst and some unexpected guests – right here or on AO3! _________________________________________

The Christmas tree was decorated in the same way it was every year, down to the last bauble. Aunt Petunia had a very strict colour scheme of white and blue, and at some point or another she had apparently found the ideal position for each and every ornament, for rather than risk changing it she simply wrapped the plastic tree in clingfilm for storage in the attic 362 days of the year.

Harry, eight years old and now well used to the Christmas routine, stared vaguely at the frosty tree, his eyes focused on the only new addition; a clumsy clay ornament. It was an unidentifiable splodge of glitter and a smear of paint, Dudley’s efforts of less than five minutes in art at school before they had broken up for the Christmas holidays. Harry had spent the whole lesson on his, making the star of Bethlehem, yellow paint with gold glitter. He had no idea what had happened to it, for he had not seen it since he had brought it home.

‘Bed,’ said Aunt Petunia briskly.

Harry huffed. ‘Can’t I stay up later to-?’

‘No,’ she said curtly. ‘Come on - last chance to impress Father Christmas.’

‘Father Christmas isn’t real,’ he said flatly.

Aunt Petunia made a hissing noise not unlike one of Mrs Figg’s cats. ‘Don’t say things like that in front of Dudders.’

Harry glanced over to the sofa, where Dudley was sitting, staring slack-jawed and staring at the telly. He clearly hadn’t heard. ‘Or what?’ he asked. ‘I’ll get something worse than coal?’

She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and heaved him up. ‘You’re lucky to have a roof over your head!’ she reminded him, and dragged him to his cupboard. As she pushed him in, she seemed to change her mind, and pulled him back, bent low so her face was inches from his own. ‘Don’t you dare speak to your aunt Marge like that tomorrow.’

‘She’s not my-’

‘I mean it! Do not spoil our family Christmas.’

With that, he was shoved into his cupboard, where thankfully she could not see him roll his eyes. That night, he stared at the thin line of light that acted as a halo around his cupboard door, where someone had left the hallway light on, and dreaded the next day.

***

Several years later, Harry was in full force in the kitchen. A knife was speedily chopping veg beside him, while a wooden spoon stirred a saucepan vigorously. He, a tea towel slung over his shoulder and an expression of mild stress over his face, was checking the large turkey in the oven. Despite the sound of the radio playing Christmas music, and the clattering of Ginny in the larder searching for more garlic, he heard the sound of a lid being lifted off a large ceramic pot he knew held the pigs in blankets.

‘Don’t eat those!’ he called over his shoulder.

‘Why not? It’s Christmas.’

‘You know wh- put them down!’

He heard James huff, but replace the lid. Lily’s voice, belting along to the Christmas music, passed through the room as Harry ladeled oil over the turkey. ‘Am I going to have-?’ he heard her interrupt herself.

‘Yes, you’ve got a nut roast,’ he called back, pushing the turkey back in.

‘Next year you should all consider refusing to participate in the needless slaughter of millions of birds-’

‘Harry, there’s absolutely none in here,’ said Ginny, sticking her head out of the larder door. ‘Are you sure you got some?’

‘Yeah, definitely - a whole braid. I was with Ron, he made a crap joke about vampires.’

‘Oh, are you looking for the garlic?’ said James. Both Harry and Ginny turned to stare at him. ‘Yeah, it’s my room.’

‘Why?’

‘Dora was playing with it.’

‘Yesterday?’

‘Yeah. I was a vampire. She was hunting me down.’

‘And it’s been in your room since then?’

He shrugged and nodded. Ginny gave a great sigh, held up her wand and summoned it. It zoomed into the kitchen and she caught it with the unerring skill of a chaser, then started speedily peeling a bulb.

‘Right, that’s that mystery solved,’ said Harry. ‘Next job - could someone nip into the garden and get some sage?’

‘On it,’ called James, heading speedily to the back door.

‘When’s it going to be ready?’ asked Lily. ‘I’m starving.’

‘I don’t know - soon,’ lied Harry. ‘Why don’t you set the table?’

‘I have, and I put paper chains up.’

Harry could easily imagine the web of paper chains he was sure would greet him in the dining room. He gave a non-committal hum and turned back to the oven, causing his glasses to fog over.

‘I thought you and Mum said Christmas dinner would be at twelve.’

‘Yes, well,’ said Ginny breezily. ‘Harry, how’s it looking?’

‘Still pink in the middle.’

‘Right, well bring it out anyway, I’ll add the garlic and then we can maybe add a charm or two to hurry things along, I reckon that’d be-’

‘Hello!’ James called, as he returned from the garden. ‘Look who I found skulking by the gate.’

Harry turned round from the stove. There, in his doorway, was Draco Malfoy, looking as uncomfortable as he felt. He wished very much that he was not wearing an apron covered in flour, or at that very least that his glasses had fully defogged from the heat of the oven.

‘Oh…’ said Ginny. ‘Hello.’

‘I came to pick up Scorpius,’ said Malfoy stiffly. He looked astoundingly out of place in their kitchen; Harry vaguely wondered if he had ever come into a house through the back door in his life. His black velvet robes cast a rather sombre atmosphere even with the radio blaring out A Christmas Cauldron For You and Me.

‘They’re out on a walk,’ she said apologetically. ‘I’m sure they’ll be back soon - but - I’m sorry - I thought we said he was staying for Christmas dinner and then-?’

‘I was under the impression you’d be finished by now,’ said Malfoy. ‘You said you’d be sitting to eat at midday.’

‘Ah, well, yes, that was always ambitious.’

‘It is now nearly three,’ he said pointedly.

‘Dad got his timings wrong,’ said James helpfully. ‘He’s trying to give us all food poisoning.’

Harry cleared his throat. ‘James, why don’t you go and find Al and Scorpius?’

‘They could be anywhere.’

‘You’re an auror, I’m sure you can find them.’ He hoped that his tone struck the right balance between irritation and politeness in front of their guest, but judging from James’s delighted grin, it hadn’t. Nevertheless, he chucked a sprig of sage on the kitchen island, and bounded back outside.

Silence fell on the kitchen. Lily looked between her parents and Draco Malfoy. ‘I’m going to… go and do that thing,’ she said lamely, and then she too, swiftly left the room. Harry would have laughed if he hadn’t felt so uncomfortable.

‘Can I get you a drink?’ he asked Malfoy.

Malfoy’s lips parted, but he said nothing, just looked slowly over his shoulder.

‘I think they’ll be a little while,’ Ginny prompted.

‘I… yes, then, thank you.’

‘Wine? Beer? Tea?’ When Malfoy continued to awkwardly say nothing, Harry offered, ‘something stronger?’

‘You don’t have any brandy, by any chance?’

‘We do,’ said Harry. ‘Erm…’ He glanced at the kitchen table, which was heaped with bowls of vegetable peelings, crumpled up Christmas wrapping, and a tin of chocolate from which James had been grazing all day. ‘Why don’t you take a seat in the dining room? It’s just through there. I’ll bring you the drink.’

‘Yes,’ said Malfoy stiffly. ‘All right.’

They parted ways, Malfoy to the door that led to the hallway, from which the dining room was opposite, Harry into the living room to their drinks cabinet in the corner. Luckily he had bought brandy purely for the purposes of setting the Christmas pudding on fire, so he opened up a new bottle and poured what he guessed was a normal measure. A vivid memory hit him suddenly, of Aunt Marge smacking her lips over a Christmas brandy, swirling it appreciatively. It left him feeling suddenly cold, though the fire was crackling merrily in their snug room.

He pushed it down, and took the drink back through to the kitchen, where he held it out to Ginny. She looked at it, then back up at him with a confused shrug. ‘What?’ she whispered.

‘Can you take it through to him?’ he whispered back.

‘Erm… no?’

‘Why not?’

‘Because then I’ll have to sit in there with him?’

He looked at her pleadingly. ‘I can’t go and sit in there with him, we hate each other.’

She closed her eyes and nodded with faux-understanding. ‘You’re right,’ she whispered. ‘I’m sorry, I forgot how we’re best friends. Simply adore each other. Borders on an emotional affair sometimes.’

‘There’s less history between you two than us,’ he implored.

‘By about this much,’ she said, pinching the air. ‘You were the one who offered him a drink-’

‘Look, all right, let’s-’ He leaned quickly and placed the glass of brandy on the crowded kitchen island, and then held out his fist to motion for a game of rock paper scissors. Ginny won. ‘Best out of three,’ he whispered hurriedly. Ginny nodded, and then won again. Harry sighed his groan. ‘Best out of-’

‘No,’ she said dangerously, holding out her finger in warning.

‘Fine,’ he muttered irritably, and he poured himself a generous glass of red wine before taking it and the brandy through.

In the dining room, Malfoy was sat on one of the chairs Ginny had decorated with giant Santa hats over the backs, at the table decorated with bright baubles stuck together to act as candle holders, beneath a canopy of paper chains, all clashing colours. The fairy lights strung around the picture rail and mirror were flashing rapidly so that Malfoy’s face was lit in red, blue, green and yellow within seconds. He did not, Harry noted, seem very impressed with their Christmas decor. His expression was that of someone trying to hold back revulsion. No doubt Malfoy manor was a little more elegant and co-ordinated in these matters. Perhaps, he thought viciously, with little glittery dark mark ornaments on the tree.

Harry sat on the other side of the table to Malfoy, as far away as he felt was socially acceptable. Another vivid memory struck him as he slid Malfoy’s drink over to him, of Snape and Sirius, sitting in the basement kitchen of Grimmauld Place, looking away from one another.

‘Thank you,’ said Malfoy, taking the brandy.

‘No problem,’ said Harry. ‘My apologies for running behind - years of Christmases where the children get you up at the crack of dawn and then all of a sudden they’re teenagers and everyone ends up sleeping off Christmas Eve drinks.’

‘I see,’ said Malfoy.

There was a long silence. ‘Then Ginny and I were having problems with the cooking,’ Harry continued, to fill it. ‘Turns out the oven wasn’t actually on for a good hour, and then we couldn’t find the garlic and - well it’s a bigger turkey than I realised.’

‘Right,’ said Malfoy. He looked around the table, at the pristine plates and the un-pulled crackers. ‘So you haven’t eaten at all?’

‘No,’ said Harry, who thought that had been obvious.

‘You still have a tea towel on your shoulder,’ said Malfoy.

Harry snatched it off, and smoothed down his floury apron. ‘All part of the… look,’ he muttered, his cheeks hot.

‘Diligent househusband?’ said Malfoy lightly.

‘Something wrong with that?’

‘Not at all.’

‘Glad we’re agreed. But you know that I do in fact work for a living. I think your family have seen me in a professional capacity.’

‘Well, my parents have, certainly, thank you for bringing that up,’ said Malfoy, the edge in his voice as sharp as Harry felt he probably deserved for the jibe. He could not bring himself to feign an apology, however, so simply let the silence continue for some time, looking down at the dark red wine in his glass. At last, Malfoy cleared his throat. ‘If… if you all still need to eat I can go - Scorpius and Al can floo back later, once you’re all done.’

Yep, Harry wanted to say. Good idea, you do that, bye.

‘Please don’t feel you need to do that,’ he said politely instead. ‘We agreed the boys would spend the morning and lunch here, and that they’d go to you for the evening and tomorrow, we’ve taken up too much of your time with your son as it is.’

Malfoy nodded, still clearly irritated.

‘And - once they’re back,’ said Harry reluctantly, ‘we can see if they’d prefer to eat with us or take some food back to yours. I expect you’ve already eaten.’

‘Of course,’ said Malfoy. ‘Is it,’ he checked his watch, ‘gone three now.’

Harry bit back a sarcastic retort by sipping from his wine, and falling back into thick silence. By the fire, the enchanted nutcracker soldier burst into a merry tune and began dancing enthusiastically, as it was charmed to do every few minutes. Both men ignored it.

‘Just so you know,’ said Malfoy eventually. ‘I wasn’t, er… skulking by the gate.’

‘Oh, no I’m sure you weren’t-’

‘Your son came out just as I arrived and I was checking my watch-’

‘Please ignore his comment, he just likes to wind people up-’

‘So I’ve heard.’

‘He’s not doing it to be mean,’ said Harry defensively.

‘I’m sure, not what I meant to imply,’ said Malfoy swiftly.

‘He just likes a laugh.’

‘Yes.’ Malfoy cleared his throat. ‘So does my son.’

‘He does, yes,’ agreed Harry. ‘Very confident, charming…’ Once again, thought Harry, he deserved another Order of Merlin for not adding ‘unlike you’. Malfoy simply nodded in response, and they both drank from their glasses far longer than necessary.

‘Wow, it’s so loud in here,’ said James, as he entered the room a painfully long ten minutes of silence later. For maximum effect, he leant back and grimaced as though he had walked into a heavy metal concert. ‘Don’t you two ever shut up?’

Both Harry and Malfoy stared at him. This did not seem to phase James at all; he called over his shoulder to the kitchen. ‘Hurry up, you two!’

Moments later, Al and Scorpius walked in, stopped dead at the sight of Harry and Malfoy, and burst into fits of laughter.

‘What are you doing here?’ Scorpius asked his father.

‘Are you both having a nice time?’ asked Al. ‘How long have you both been in here?’

‘All right…’ said Harry wearily. Scorpius was actually wiping at his eyes as he spluttered through his laughter.

‘James told us dinner was finally ready,’ Al said.

‘It’s not,’ said Malfoy flatly.

‘It nearly is,’ said Harry hurriedly.

‘Seven minutes!’ shouted Ginny from the kitchen.

‘You have a decision to make, boys,’ said Malfoy authoritatively. ‘Either you stay here for your Christmas dinner or you come home with me as was the prior agreement. Mr Potter has suggested that you take some food with you.’

‘How about you join us for Christmas dinner, Mr Malfoy?’ asked James innocently, causing Scorpius to let out a scream of laughter and Al to nearly bend double, his shoulders shaking.

‘I’ve already eaten,’ said Malfoy. ‘And I don’t wish to impose any further. I’m perfectly happy with whatever you choose, boys.’

They seemed to collect themselves, the laughter fading away in little bursts. ‘Are… Granny and Grandpa still there?’ asked Scorpius.

Malfoy hesitated, and to Harry’s astonishment, he glanced to him, the way one would seeking reassurance. ‘No,’ he said, with great gentleness. ‘No, they’ve gone home.’

Scorpius nodded slowly, and his usual easy, bright smile was now rather forced. ‘Sure. All right. Safe to come home then.’

‘Always safe,’ said Malfoy. Scorpius hummed, and then looked at Al, who looked back.

Harry, sensing that the conversation would be too awkward to have in front of parents, rose, seizing his glass. ‘Can I get you more, Malfoy, while the boys make their decision?’

‘Oh, no thank you,’ said Malfoy, missing Harry’s intention altogether. He tried to give him an exasperated look to hint further, but Malfoy’s eyes were fixed on his son.

Knowing a lost cause when he saw one, Harry left the room and went through to the kitchen to help Ginny with the last of the dinner, James following. Lily was there too, spooning brussel sprouts into a serving dish.

‘Well?’ Ginny asked.

‘They’re making their minds up,’ said Harry. ‘Want me to carve up?’

‘Please.’

‘Will you at least try my nut roast, Dad? You might prefer it-’

‘I try it every year, Lily, it’s very nice. Not as nice as turkey.’

‘More ethical-’

‘Lily, Dad’s a soft target and you’ve still not convinced him,’ said James. ‘Give up.’

‘Aunt Hermione says-’

‘You’ve not convinced her, either.’

Albus entered the room, looking rather sheepish. Harry knew what he was going to say before he said it.

‘Do you mind if Scorpius and I take a few bits and go? We won’t take a lot, Mr Malfoy says he has loads left over and cheese and stuff.’

It would be their first Christmas dinner without Albus. Without any of their children. The thought of it quietly devastated Harry. He wanted to scream and shout - could Malfoy not wait another bloody hour? Could they not stay just a little longer? The food was ready now.

‘It’s just…’ continued Albus meekly, ‘Mr Malfoy… if he goes home now without us he’ll be on his own, now his parents have gone home…’

‘Have they definitely gone?’ asked Harry abruptly. ‘Because that was - you know our condition, we’re not sending you to spend time with Death Eaters.’

‘They’re definitely gone,’ said Albus. ‘You know, after what happened last year on the cliffs… they’ve not exactly come to terms with the gay thing, let alone me being that gay thing, so to speak.’

Harry sighed, continuing to carve the turkey. He felt Ginny’s hand on his back, she had come to stand beside him.

‘Are you sure you couldn’t both eat with us, Al?’ Ginny asked pleadingly. ‘The plan was for you both to eat with us and then spend the evening-’

‘I know, but…’

Harry understood. ‘We weren’t on time,’ he muttered bitterly.

Al looked guilty, and Harry deeply appreciated it as he said, ‘it’s no one’s fault. None of us - not even Mr Malfoy - are annoyed or anything, it’s just… I don’t like the thought of him being on his own…’

Harry looked at Ginny. She gave a wry smile. ‘Why don’t we ask Mr Malfoy if he wants to stay for dinner? Wouldn’t be at all frosty or awkward.’

‘James already made that joke,’ he said warmly. He looked back at Al. ‘He’d be completely alone if he went back now?’

‘Yeah,’ said Al. ‘And I don’t get the impression he had a great Christmas dinner with his own parents.’

Harry nodded, sought one last look of reassurance from Ginny, and said, ‘OK. Can’t really argue with that, especially when we’ve been so late.’

Al beamed at him; they had come such a long way, the pair of them. Harry was quite sure that just a year or two previously this would have caused an argument of huge proportions.

‘Let’s carry all this through,’ said Ginny, ‘the pair of you make up your plates and then take them to go.’

They did so, Malfoy standing to one side and watching as they piled their plates high.

‘Take another Yorkshire, Scorpius, go on,’ said Ginny. ‘Al, I can’t remember, do you like braised cabbage?’

‘No - I’ll have some of those carrots though.’

‘This turkey’s still pink in the middle,’ said James, then snickered as Harry checked it with sheer panic.

‘That’s not funny - it’s fine.’

‘Scorpius, white or dark meat?’ Ginny asked. ‘James has bagsied a leg, but the other one’s still-’

‘Oh, no, I’ll have some of the breast meat, thanks-’

‘Thank you,’ said a quiet voice to Harry. He turned. Malfoy was beside him, still unable to look him in the face, but clearly reluctantly speaking to him. ‘I’m sorry to intrude on your family Christmas and pull Albus away.’

‘Not at all,’ said Harry.

‘It’s a hard time of the year,’ said Malfoy stiffly. ‘For some people,’ he added, rather forcefully. ‘I - my apologies if it’s made things difficult for you-’

‘No, it’s fine,’ said Harry swiftly. He had no desire for a heart to heart with Draco Malfoy of all people. ‘My apologies for being so late with the Christmas lunch.’

The boys’ plates were now so high that it felt ludicrous, and Ginny had to concede defeat on plying them with more food. She waved her wand so that tin foil covered the plates as the boys held them, and gave another jab of her wand up to the ceiling. Harry heard the suitcases clunk clumsily down the stairs and wait by the front door.

‘If you didn’t pack properly like I asked, that’s your problem,’ she said, as she gave Albus a tight, squeezing hug and a kiss on the cheek.

‘We did!’ Albus assured her.

‘Remember we’re at Nana and Grandad’s tomorrow, probably going to stay overnight.’

‘OK, send them my love.’

She embraced Scorpius next. ‘Did you remember your present from me and Harry?’

‘Oh, nearly forgot! Dad, hold this-’ Scorpius shoved the plate into his father’s hands, and raced from the room.

‘You got him a present?’ Malfoy asked, his pointed face slightly softened with surprise.

‘Of course,’ said Harry. ‘He’s very welcome.’

Scorpius returned with the selection of Weasley Wizard Wheezes products and chocolates Harry and Ginny had gifted him tucked under his arm, and took the plate back from his father. With a last few goodbyes, Harry watched them through the dining room window as they walked down his driveway, through the large wooden gate, and vanished on the deserted lane.

‘Come on, stop moping,’ said James. ‘Your food’s getting cold.’

Harry turned, and joined the rest of his family at the table, where they toasted, and then pulled their crackers. Harry donned his hat; a rather extravagant fascinator. Ginny passed him the gravy. ‘I wasn’t moping,’ Harry told James. ‘Just annoyed with myself for getting the timings wrong. Though I think if you lot had got out of bed and showered quicker that would have helped too.’

‘And if Al and Scorpius had come and helped with dinner prep instead of going for a walk,’ added Lily.

‘And if the planets had aligned and we’d won the Daily Prophet Grand Prize Draw and all that,’ said Ginny airily. ‘No point in fussing.’ She reached out and grasped Harry’s hand. ‘It was the right thing to do. He’s not had an easy time of it.’

‘Still think we should have made him stay,’ said James. ‘Love an awkward guest. Let’s invite Dawlish next year.’

‘Yes, you made that clear,’ said Harry.

‘It’s our turn to go to The Burrow next year, along with the Granger-Weasleys,’ said Ginny. ‘Anyway, what’s Christmas without an awkward guest or unwelcome relative? God, the Christmases we went through with Muriel… or that cousin on my Dad’s side who went a bit funny and ended up becoming an accountant, we had a horrible Christmas with him.’

‘What?’ asked Lily, bewildered.

‘Have I never told you? Oh, he was ridiculous, such an odd man - Dad always said it was a potion accident, but your Uncle George and Fred always said it was more like potion abuse-’

Harry’s mind had wandered. For some reason, perhaps it was the brandy Malfoy had been drinking, he was thinking once more of that Christmas where Aunt Marge had swirled the glass, smacking her lips. ‘There you go, my little nephy-poo,’ she’d squealed at Dudley, as she’d handed over his present. Harry had watched, eyes round with awe, as Dudley unwrapped a toy robot. The box said that it really moved, walked around the room, even responded to commands.

Then, to Harry’s astonishment, Marge thrusted a gift at him, too. He looked up at her in disbelief, but she was already turning back to Dudley, who was throwing a tantrum because Uncle Vernon could not find AAA batteries for the robot. With numb fingers, he very gently unwrapped the present.

WINALOT, the box said, right at the top. A happy looking bulldog seemed to smile on the front. KEEPS YOUR DOG FIT, NOT FAT.

In hindsight, Harry could generously suppose she had got him something but that she was the type of woman to also get her dogs Christmas presents, and take the time to wrap them. Perhaps it had been a mistake. No doubt he had not meant to receive something along the lines of a toy robot, but perhaps she had intended to give him at least something as a gesture. It did not matter. At that age, after his seven years of experience with the Dursleys, he had said thank you in a small voice, and taken the dog biscuits to his cupboard, where he stayed for as much of the rest of the day as he could.

For Harry knew full well what it was like to be an unwelcome guest, an awkward relative, an unwanted presence at Christmas. He had not wanted that for Scorpius, but nor had he wanted it for Malfoy either, as much as he detested him. He knew too, what it was like to feel lonely at Christmas, to feel grief more strongly at a time where forced cheer was in the air, to feel ostracised by those around him. Perhaps it had been the world’s most awkward drink, but it had felt important to offer it.

Suddenly, having his son miss the latter half of the day didn’t feel as devastating.

‘Dad,’ said Lily suddenly, breaking him out of his thoughts. ‘Dad, try some of my nut roast.’

‘All right,’ said Harry, as James groaned dramatically.

‘Lily! Give! Up!’

‘Never!’ she cried. ‘After Christmas, I’m going to campaign the house elves at school-’

‘I’m going to tell Aunt Hermione you’re giving them more work,’ said James quickly.

As they bickered, Ginny leant closer to Harry. ‘We’re lucky, aren’t we?’ she murmured. ‘That we have so many people we want at Christmas dinner with us.’

He smiled at her. ‘Certainly are.’

#submission #ttb yule bash 2022 #harry potter #ginny weasley #draco malfoy #albus severus potter #scorpius malfoy #next gen #post-epilogue

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Corpse puppet au

By @sketchquill

Chapter 7

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Gold's pov

I tried searching for Wally everywhere but couldn't find him "oh Wally where could you have gone?" I whispered as I walked through the empty streets "meow" I was startled before turning around to see my cat "Rascal were you following me?" I questioned before he nuzzled my dress "you silly kitty" I picked him up and started to walk noticing that the place had become a familiar

As I kept following through the alley I came to a door and realized where it led to, giving it a gently push showed the bar where Wally and l danced. I looked around hoping to see him but nothing was only a coffin piano, I placed Rascal down as I made my way over to the piano. Taking a seat I thought of Coin and what he would do to cheer me up and so I started to play the same song he taught me letting me make it my own.

I played as my mind became bombarded with so many thoughts and memories of my siblings and I, papa, my life being the money bin for my aunt and uncle, and Wally, I was lost in my mind that I didn't notice that someone was sitting next to me until we reached out for the same piano key. Startled I turned to see Wally, so many things came to my mind, trying to make me say something but I couldn't ,I felt pathetic in front of him. He lifted his hand to wipe my tears away that I had unknowingly shed before steering me back to the piano. He played a piece of a beautiful melody as I understood what he wanted and started to play as well. Playing with someone brought so many memories of joy, it made me feel loved but sharing my song with Wally as he did the same I felt as if I have been in love with him for years and with those thoughts I couldn't help but smile and with that it made Wally smile too leading to our music becoming one

A gasp was heard from Wally as his hand detached from his arm and crawled to me and on me before it started dancing making me giggle "pardon my enthusiasm" Wally said a bit embarrassed as I gently held his hand before gesturing for his arm which he allowed as I attached his hand carefully "well I find your enthusiasm wonderful" I said before I let go, the smile I once had slowly falling into a frown as I looked away feeling once again the guilt creeping in

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Wally's pov

I came into the bar to be alone but heard music 'must be Barnaby working on his piano again' since Barnaby used to be a musician when he was alive he used to travel to learn different instruments before he died in a storm so he was never able to learn the piano before I came along, we became best friends through piano so I would often hear him playing alone but I haven't taught him that song nor do I know it which spiked up my curiosity as I took some quiet steps

I took a peak to see none other than Gold playing, I didn't even know that they played at all actually I don't really know anything about them at all which made me think of the argument we had, how Gold reacted, they were timid and more quiet allowing me to express myself, I cried and yet they didn't but their faces looked like it was about too.

Then I started to think back to when we were on the surface, they kept away from that other man and immediately came to me, in fact I never let them explain what happened

As I thought of this I didn't realize that I started to make my way over to Gold before i sat down next to them seeing that they didn't respond. I reached out to play a key the same time they did, they realized I was there. They started to cry, it made me sad to see them cry so I gently wiped them away making Gold surprised. I then started to play my part while Gold started to play theirs

We started to smile when my hand went to climb Gold and started to dance. They giggled making me embarrassed "pardon my enthusiasm" I said "well I find your enthusiasm wonderful" they said before reattaching my hand as I noticed that their smile was fading. I knew we needed to talk "Gold" I spoke first but they stayed quiet but looked at me "I... would like to hear your side of the story" I said as I turned to them as I did the same "I was... originally in an arranged marriage" I was stunned "so the man I saw" I spoke shocked "... was my spouse... Howdy" they continued "The day I was in the woods was the first day I met Howdy" this made me jealous "was he... 'nice'" I said through my teeth "yes he was... But the marriage was forced upon us" they responded "then what about our marriage" I asked "it was... surprising yes but it didn't feel forced" they said "then why go see him" I asked a bit rude "I wanted to tell him about what was happening but then he" they want quiet

"he what?..." I asked stern

"he... confessed" Gold said quiet but loud enough for me to hear "WHAT?!?!" I shouted startling Gold making them tear up a bit "oh, oh I'm sorry, shhhh" I gently rub their face to calm them down "sorry please continue" I continued rubbing their face "okay... I was going to reject him when you came to get me" they said which shocked me "you were... going to reject him?" I asked in disbelief "yes with him it felt forced that I would just have to learn to love him but... with you it doesn't... it felt natural, it felt, it feels real" Gold started to blush and tried to look away but I gently forced them to look back at me

"then why lie to me?" I asked quietly "I didn't mean for it to be a lie, I did tell papa about you and he said yes to meeting you" they said which got me excited but I had to stay focused and allow them to continue "I went to Howdy because even if we only met once I could tell that he's a good person, he deserves to know why I left and that he should go off and find someone else that would love him in ways that I couldn't because..."

I push our foreheads together keeping eye contact

"because?" I said teasingly "because I am... yours" Gold said making us both blush "as I am yours" as we sealed those words with a kiss

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#wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #wally darling x o/c #welcome home oc #o/c #welcome home #corpse puppet au #@sketchquill

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I know I already showed you privately but since you said to fuck up your inbox, here's an uncalled for amount of pictures of the card I have made for my niece for her party this weekend, just so I can show it off to your followers as well :P

The inside I made digitally, printed and glued on. Which inspired me to glue fancy flower paper to the backside, adding a bit of flair for the card to sit on. The cat stickers i brought home from Japan at a point, and I think they fit well ;3

You already know I cried when I first saw and read that card. Too fucking cute. So cute that the fact that I lost my chance to become an aunt when my ex left was secondary to my tears of joy

#chat with kat

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Fiore Pericoloso (Dangerous Flower) Chapter 2

AN: I hope everyone liked the first part! So Alani is biracial and looks like the rapper Latto (I absolutely love her, she is so talented). This part mostly features Alani and her best friends Caterina and Tiana, but there is an appearance of Jack, Urban, and Clay. Chapter 3 is told entirely from Jack’s point of view. The most recent chapter will always be pinned until I make a masterlist.

Word Count: approximately 4k (I just don’t know how to write short chapters apparently lol oops)

Please do not repost my content anywhere

Gif credit: troishq

Chapter 2: The Way We Run The City

Dangerous Flower Masterlist

Alani's POV

"Eww, are you serious? In front of your parents?!" I made a look of disgust as Cat was explaining her latest sexcapades with Angelo and all I could do was gag. Those two were always at it and could never keep their hands off one another. Of course me and Tiana were always the first ones to hear about it even though that was the last thing that I ever wanted to hear or think about.

"Shit, ain't nothing wrong with that Cat. Alani is just a little hater." And Tiana got on my damn nerves just as much.

"Girl, not hardly. No one wants Angelo's ass but her and her only."

We were currently sitting in one of Caterina's fathers many restaurants in the heart of the city having a late lunch and I was low-key trying to also plan my escape out of the country. I admit that one moment, I'm okay and I already know that my fate has been sealed, the next minute I'm having a mental breakdown and think that I'm not cut out for the married life more specifically the married mafia life. I was meant to be the rich auntie or in my case, the rich godmother to Cat and Ti's offspring.

"You are such a fucking goody two shoes. Just wait until Jack gets his hands on you and you'll be begging him not to stop. Besides, it was under the table, they didn't see anything. The feeling of getting caught is so worth it." She smirked while taking a sip of her sangria.

"Like that makes it any better. Anyway, I need one last night out, just me and my girls." Caterina, Tiana, and I were known to be hard party girls and we were always getting into something. I had to do it this weekend because come next week, I would be too busy prepping for the wedding. After the dress fitting it would all be downhill from there and I was not looking forward to it.

I can't tell you how many times we would get dragged out of places by our families bodyguards when we went out. I was getting into bars/lounges ever since I was 16 and my father would have a fit every time. However, I never learned my lesson. Us getting dragged out didn't happen as often now seeing as we're adults and now a part of our families' business so we really didn't have a lot of free time on our hands. I had more than Cat, but still. Cat was the oldest so she was starting to have a lot of input in the future of the family business. I however was trying to hold out for as long as I could. Yes, I would be a part of the Harlow empire, however, if anything were to happen to my father, I would be in charge along with my Aunt Dionne. I was praying that never happened.

The clock was ticking and my freedom was slowly dwindling down the drain. I need one last send off. I planned on getting fucked up and I could care less what anyone had to say about it. I haven't gone out with my best friends in awhile and I needed the stress reliever.

"Bitch, say less! Are we doing this tonight? Where should we go? What should we wear?" I could see the wheels in her head turning. Any crazy ass idea I brought up to Cat and Ti, they were always down for it. I guess that's why I call them my best friends. I remember last year when all three of us drove to Atlanta for a weekend. We all swore that everything that happened when we were there would be taken to the grave. Them more so than me since I'm considered the fucking goody two-shoes out of the three of us.

"I was thinking that new spot off of 33rd and Gwynn Falls Avenue. Apparently a lot of celebrities have gone there and it has good reviews." I replied while shrugging and taking a sip of my long island iced tea. If I was going to drink later, I needed to not go hard during the day.

"I haven't been there before either so it should be good. I think Angelo went last week."

"Why does that not surprise me?" I rolled my eyes while stealing a fry off of Cat's plate.

"Ooh yes! Maybe we'll see Drake! He has a concert this weekend I think." Ti was all smiles anytime it came to anything Drake related.

"Eat your food and stop being a groupie." I replied while laughing.

She rolled her eyes and mouthed 'you're no fun' to me before doing as she was told.

"You know, Alani... you really don't like Angelo, and I can't put my finger on as to why." I admit I always said slick shit under my breath when he was around because something doesn't sit right with me about him or his family for that matter. I feel that out of all of the families, we were treated a little bit different when it came to interactions with his. We still did business with them, but I kept them at a distance.

"Because he gives me weird vibes and you could do better. But, with the contract you two have to marry each other. As long as you like him is what's important. You're happy and I don't want to ruin that for you that's why when you bring him up I don't really say anything."

"Told you she was a hater." Ti quickly said before I threw one of the fries that I stole from Cat's plate at her.

Angelo has always made me somewhat uncomfortable when he's around. I can't quit put my finger on it, but something always feels off with the way he interacts with me. It doesn't happen with anyone else. Just me.

All Cat did was sigh.

Even Tiana liked him and Tiana didn't like anybody but us.

"He wants to get to know you. He's trying so hard because he knows how important we are to each other."

"Well, I'm not interested." And that was the God honest truth. I didn't want to be around him if I didn't have to be.

"Well, if not can you just be civil for me?" Only because she's my best friend I'll do it. If she wasn't, I wouldn't care less.

"Whatever you want, Cat. I'm just trying to figure out what I'm wearing tonight."

"Well at least we don't have to worry about paying to get in since your last name is almost Harlow after all." Ti added while while also stealing some of Cat's fries.

"Very true indeed. We won't have to wait in line either."

We literally got into anywhere we wanted because our families are known all around the city and since Ti was an honorary member she got in too.

New York City is split up into five zones amongst the families. Each zone or industry is ran by one or two families. Gambling, casinos, and tourist attractions are run by my family the DeLucas, the restaurants are run by Romano which is Cat's family, bars/clubs are run by the Harlow's, while real estate is run by the Esposito's and Bianchi's. All of the families participate in the drug cartel. They just have the other businesses so that they can be used as a cover up.

There are also many police officers on each family's payroll so that none of us would be arrested or charges brought against us. Local police weren't seen as a problem, but the FBI were. So it was important for us to keep a somewhat low profile and not causing trouble in the city. Caterina was horrible at that. She brought attention to us everywhere that we went.

Her father really needs to get her a PR team.

"What time did you want to leave out? I can come and pick you both up or we can get ready at my house. My mom says she misses her other daughters and yall little brother wants to see yall too."

"They literally just saw me 2 days ago." I adored Mama Naomi, she was the kind of wife/mother I aspired to be besides my own. She is so sweet, nurturing, and caring and in my eyes could never do anything wrong. She and her husband literally treat me as if they gave birth to me themselves which I have always been grateful for. Her little brother Leandro was always a sweetheart.

"Come on, you know how she is."

"I guess so, as long as she makes that Oreo fudge thing I like."

"Yall already know I'm in and Alani I have the perfect dress for you to wear."

Tiana was always wearing the hottest thing of the season. But the way she would get these dresses was a bit questionable.

"Tiana please don't tell me you got that dress from Peaches with the one eye at the subway station again. The last one you gave me started to unravel when I put it on."

"Damn, Alani do you always have to bring that up? I apologized for that. And Peaches got his prosthetic eye now! It looks nice, we should pay him a visit. He's down there on Tuesdays."

She cannot be serious.

"Ti, my ass was exposed! I might as well had been the centerfold in the newest playboy magazine!"

"I mean her ass was out there for everyone to see. I know Jack would've tore your ass up if he saw you that night."

"Both of yall get on my fucking nerves." I replied as I rolled my eyes. I didn't know what I was going to do with these two.

"And you wouldn't have it any other way."

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I quickly made my way through the front entrance of my house and was attempting to skip up the steps two at a time in order to get my clothes together when I suddenly heard my father's voice.

"Fiore? Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"I'm spending the night with Cat and Ti before the big day and all."

I just left the part out where I planned to get white girl wasted in one of Jack's new clubs and hope no one takes pictures or have to be carried out by security or bodyguards.

"Okay, but promise you'll stay there tonight and not go anywhere else."

I suddenly had a look of confusion upon my face, and I knew my father's explanation was going to put me in a sour mood.

"Umm?"

"Just be mindful, just trying to keep you safe is all. You know there are always enemies lurking in the city. Especially for anyone that has anything to do with the families " I feel as though there is a little bit more to that, but he isn't going into detail.

"Daddy, I want to go out."

Now I was whining and about to have a temper tantrum all at the age of 21.

"It has to do with your safety. You and Caterina and Tiana can do anything you want to your heart's desire, except leave the premises of her family's estate."

"Daddy come on, that isn't fair at all. Me, Cat and Tiana go out all the time so what is different now? I just want one last hoorah or whatever before you hand deliver me to Jack."

"Alani, do as your told. If I tell you it's not safe for you to do something, you need to listen the first time and not question as to why I'm making the decision that I'm making. End of discussion."

I stormed off in a huff up the stairs and into my room and plopped face first down on my bed groaning.

The thing about my father was ever since my mom passed away, he has seemed a little lost. I can imagine he didn't plan on being a single parent and trying to keep multiple businesses in good standing, but truth be told Dionne was more of a parent to me then he was but I would never throw that in his face. He lost the love of his life and I can only imagine how hard that was for him.

After a few minutes of sulking, I decided that I'm an adult and I can do whatever I want to and that included going out tonight and my father can suck it. I'll deal with the consequences later. I walked over to my closet and picked out a few options for tonight since I couldn't narrow it down to one at the moment. I'm not wearing anything Tiana suggests or brings me. I also grabbed my pajamas and lounge clothes along with my make-up and hair products. My dad had another thing coming if I was going to stay cooped up in Cat's house all night. I just had to be mindful that my father also had eyes everywhere around the city and for me and Cat and Ti to be on the look out and not draw attention to ourselves.

I could handle that, but Cat and Ti were a different story.

I was going to make the night memorable and no one was going to get in my way.

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"Alani, if you keep looking around like that, you're going to draw more attention to us. Stop being paranoid because this was your idea and you can't bail out now. I just went along with it since we’re best friends and your shit is my shit and vice versa but come on, damn. I knew we should have waited to go to that drag brunch instead."

She was right. Suck it up Alani.

"Okay, you're right. I got this."

I mean I was kind of wearing a disguise. It consisted of a black and blonde ombre wig and didn't go as far as anything else, but it was something. Cat and Ti wasn't even trying to do anything to disguise themselves.

I felt so exposed.

"Come on, maybe you need a shot to get you relaxed."

Or six shots, but one to start off with was fine.

I ordered three more after Cat had gotten the first round and we all made our way to the middle of the dance floor not having a care in the world.

I was going to make the most of this, because this time two weeks from now my last name would be Harlow and I would essentially be thrown into an entirely different role that I would have to get used to. If I could press a reset button on my life and go back to the time when I was little and had both of my parents, I would do it in a heartbeat.

After awhile, I went back to the bar to get another drink and water since it was getting a little warm in there. Cat and Ti were still in the middle of the dance floor, and I turned around to face them while I drank the rest of my water to keep an eye on them when both their eyes got as big as saucers.

I couldn't really make out what Ti's lips were saying, but it looked to be around something that resembled oh shit over and over again. I turned to look in the direction where she nodded her head and I looked to see my soon to be husband and his right hand men by his side, Urban and Clay. From the look on his face, I was definitely in trouble and my father was going to be very upset with me. There was literally no where for me to go to try and slip away as I was scrambling to find an outlet. I guess he sent my soon-to-be husband to do his dirty work.

Not going to lie, I wasn't necessarily scared of my father but I definitely could pass on seeing him pissed off.

However, the sight in front of me let me know that I was in for it.

"Clay, go get Ms. Romano and Urb go get Ms. Anderson over there." Jack uttered while not breaking eye contact with me. I glanced to see Cat trying to make a run for it in one direction and Ti trying to go the other way, but they were both caught and I couldn't do anything but stifle a laugh.

"Alani." He finally said while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Jack."

"Please come get in the car and not make a scene."

"Now, why would I make a scene? And what makes you think I will?" I replied while crossing my arms.

"You apparently already have since I heard that you didn't listen to what your father said about you not leaving the Romano's estate tonight, but here you are." He stated while putting his hands in his pockets.

"How'd you know that?"

"Because I'm the one who told him. Let's go."

Well shit.

Clay came back over with Caterina while Urban had Tiana and you know how when it's a serious moment and you try not to look over at your best friend because you know you'll laugh? That was currently me.

"Oohh, Clay what big strong arms you have. Have you been working out since the last time I saw you?" Caterina said while Tiana let out a small laugh and Clay just smirked. I looked away because I know if I looked at her it would be all over.

She literally saw him 2 days ago, but I'll let it slide.

We all piled out of the club and into separate cars. Cat and Ti gave me a sad look and then waved before they got in the car behind us. Yeah, I was definitely not going back to Cat's house and I felt like a teenager again who got caught red handed. It was silent for a few minutes before Jack spoke.

"You want to tell me what possessed you not to listen? Do you not get how reckless that was?"

"First off, Harlow. You are not my father and not my husband.. YET. So why should I have to explain anything to you?" I was in a mood and probably shouldn't have said that, but it came out anyway. I was tired of being told what I could and could not do.

"Because my ass is trying to keep you safe! You're my responsibility now and I let your father know to tell you because of some information that I got this afternoon and I couldn't have you, Caterina and Tiana in harm's way. Why is that so hard to understand? Besides, you came to a place that I own and didn't think that anyone would tell me that you were here? Not the smartest choice. I have eyes everywhere around the city."

I huffed in response and crossed my arms while looking out the window.

"Alani, I'm not trying to keep you locked away and I'm not trying to keep you from enjoying yourself. Just, please listen next time. I just don't want anything happening to you that I could have prevented."

"Okay." I quietly responded because I mean what else could I really say? Apparently I was making his job harder and I didn't want to start off our marriage with me being a headache. All because I wanted one more night.

A night that has now officially gone to shit.

"Sooo, can you drop me off at Cat's now?" I asked while smiling sweetly. Closed mouths don't get fed, so I figured that I might as well ask. People had a hard time telling me no when I asked for something.

"Only if you promise me not to leave this time."

I don't want to have another encounter like this for the night so my ass was definitely staying put.

"Pinky promise" I held out my pinky so that he could lock his with it. He looked surprised at first, but finally did it and gave me a small smirk.

That was something I did with my mom all the time when I was little and she never broke one and I don't plan on doing it either.

"I want to make this work with you Jack, but from now on if there actually is a threat can you and my dad just tell me because in my mind if you don't say that, I'm thinking that there is nothing wrong and I can go about my merry way and do what I want."

"Okay, that's fair."

It was a comfortable silence the rest of the way to Cat's house. When we finally pulled up, I gave him a small smile before I started to open the door when I heard his voice.

"See you at the wedding and don't be late." He jokingly said.

"Yeah next Thursday, right?" I asked knowing that it was on Friday two weeks from now and this made Jack's eyes go wide.

"I'm only kidding, Jack. Lighten up, I'll be there."

I hopped up the steps two at a time to the front door and I noticed that Jack waited until I was safe inside before pulling off.

I made my way to Cat's room and when I opened the door her and Ti looked at me with wide eyes.

"How much trouble are you in?" Cat questioned while stuffing her face with a chalupa from Taco Bell and Ti was munching on nachos.

"None." I responded while smiling at them. I glanced down into the Taco Bell bag to see that it was empty.

"You could have at least gotten me something." I said while rolling my eyes and plopping down beside Ti on the bed.

"Well we thought we would be going to your funeral at the end of the week instead of your wedding in two weeks so we didn't know. I convinced Clay and Urban to feed us."

"Yall are ridiculous and besides, I think Clay has a girlfriend. At least that's what my aunt told me."

"Can we talk about how your aunt always knows all the tea?" Ti asked while laughing.

"She knows everyone's business and no one knows hers. She's smart about it and I can't even be mad."

"But anyway, Jack looked PISSED. But he looked so good girl. Did you see that neck vein popping out? I thought he was going to pick your ass up on the spot. I can only imagine that angry make-up sex you guys are going to have. I can't wait to hear about it."

"CATERINA!"

"Yes?"

"Do you not think about anything else like ever?"

"No, not really, no."

"Cat, she'll find out soon enough. Just wait." Ti added while wiggling her eyebrows.

It was a comfortable silence between all of us while they finished up their food and the television was playing softly in the background. That gave me time to really be with my thoughts which was the last place that I wanted to be these last few days. The clock was winding down and there was no possible way for me to stop it.

"Yall, I'm really scared. Not of Jack or anything, but..." I whispered and I could feel my eyes start to water.

"We know." Cat simply responded while bringing me in for a hug and Ti quickly joined in.

I don't know how long we simply sat there in that position, but I wasn't complaining. What was I going to do without them by my side 24/7?

"It's going to be okay. Whatever happens, we'll conquer it together, okay?"

I simply nodded while wiping away my tears.

"Now, how about some ice cream?"

"Ti the last thing you need to be eating is ice cream. Do you remember how I had to pull over on 95 so your ass could jump the barrier and shit your guts out?"

"Bitch I'm tired of you, always bringing up old shit. You didn't stop me from drinking that milkshake."

"Don't blame that shit, pun intended, on us! We warned you."

"And you know I never learn my lesson. Like I said before, who wants ice cream? I'll make brownies to go with it."

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