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ethanesimp · 3 years

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THE OAK TREE // ZERO E.T.

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x GN! Reader

Summary: Everyone at the Oakes Academy is aware of the rivalry that exists between two of the school’s best students, Ethan Torchio and Y/N L/N. What nobody knows is what a brilliant team they are when they’re at risk of their reputations being damaged and a killer’s on the loose.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Just Ethan and Y/N behaving like children, mentions of killing someone (as a joke), swearing.

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A/N: This is the first chapter of The Oak Tree! I hope you guys enjoy :) Huge thanks to @night-girl-301 for proofreading this and cheering me on! I was like... scared as shit to post it so yeah.

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It was only a few minutes past two-thirty when you managed to open the door that led to the greenhouse. The key, more often than not, would get stuck in the lock, and you’d have to spend a few minutes trying to yank it free, but this time around luck seemed to be on your side.

You placed your large black backpack on the stool that was always by the door before closing the entrance again. Mr. Murphy was still watering the plants, completely oblivious to your presence thanks to the loud music coming from the small stereo he kept near the gardening tools. You tapped his shoulder gently not to startle him; it wouldn’t be the first time you’d come into the place unannounced and you didn’t want to be the reason why he had to walk around with a cast on his arm again.

He smiled fondly at you and adjusted his large glasses that were starting to slide down his nose. Mr. Murphy was an old man with long white hair and kind blue eyes, he’d been in charge of the greenhouse at the Oakes Academy for almost twenty years and had been the first person to show you kindness after you first arrived at the place years back.

“I thought I told you to take the afternoon free, Y/N,” He shook his head disapprovingly and you could only shrug. You had to work at the greenhouse at least three hours a week to maintain your scholarship per the Academy’s rules and it’d been long since it stopped being a task and instead became your favorite part of each day.

“We were let out of Philosophy earlier so I thought I’d come by before I go study. Can I help with anything?” The older man sighed but nodded. He adjusted his glasses once again and wiped the dirt from his jeans.

He pointed at the corner where all the pink anthuriums were kept, shielded from direct sunlight, “Please water those, put a bit of fertilizer on the ones that arrived on Wednesday, and if you’ve got time, can you please feed the worms?”

“Sure thing, anything else?”

“Just those three things. I’ve got to go help unload the groceries so please lock up both doors once you’re done,” He asked with a smile on his face as he buttoned his coat and grabbed his walking cane from where he’d dumped it on the floor right next to him. Back when you’d only known him for a few days, you’d always rushed to his side to pick up his cane and help him, but quickly realized it was a thing that annoyed him because of how independent and stubborn he was. “Oh and, before I forget, the kid’s outside. I don't want to come back and see you two trying to tear each other's heads off."

A laugh escaped past your lips and you shook your head as you tilted your head to the side so you could look through the hole in one of the windows. Just like he’d said, the boy with the long hair was sitting outside by the oak tree reading a book. You looked back at Mr. Murphy and shrugged, "No promises."

"I'm serious. You're smart Y/N, and I'm pretty sure you could easily find something you've got in common. That much hatred isn't good for either of you." Those were Mr. Murphy's last words before he walked out of the room.

You stood by the plants for a few minutes as you played around with the headphones that hung around your neck. You’d already sort of been startled by the topic you’d seen during Philosophy that day and you hoped that being at the greenhouse would serve as a little distraction but Mr. Murphy’s words hadn’t helped much.

You huffed and looked around for the hose to water the pretty anthuriums to get your mind off of everything that had gone down that day.

Hours later, you were still unable to shake Mr. Murphy’s words off. It wasn’t the first time he’d insisted on voicing his thoughts against that rivalry you had going on with the person standing between you and your biggest dream coming true. The thing that pissed you off though, was that his words had reminded you of what your best friend, Rory, had told you just the previous night while you did your usual hate rant. According to them, it was a good way to destress yourself.

You scoffed at the thought alone and let your chin rest on your palm as a frown appeared on your forehead. There was not a thing you could name that made you even remotely similar to the person sitting only a few feet away from you at the quiet school library. Ethan Torchio, a.k.a. Your archnemesis, the person you disliked the most in the face of the earth, was biting on the tip of his pencil as he concentrated hard on the thin black book he was holding up. Those dark eyes that shone honey whenever light hit them just right and those long strands of hair that graciously fell down his back accompanied by his signature turtlenecks and pretty smile were enough to make someone’s knees weak, but they only made you gag.

You were sure he felt your eyes bore holes into the dark depths of his soul because it didn’t take long for him to look over his shoulder and meet your stare. Ethan smirked and his eyebrows shot up as he sent you a wink and a small wave. You knew that expression of his, he was teasing you, riling you up, hell, maybe he was trying to intimidate you. As crazy —and maybe a bit pathetic— as it made you sound, a simple smirk wasn’t just that when it came to him, never had been. Those dark eyes of his communicated his devilish intentions to you while he looked like an innocent child who’d never break a plate to anyone else.

You held his stare and mirrored his expression, which made him chuckle softly. It was nothing more than a silly game you’d play with one another to see who’d get tired of it first. The stare-off didn’t last too long that time around because his attention was stolen by one of his friends, Thomas. You simply shrugged and went back annotating on your copy of the black book. It was nothing more than one of those books written for the sole purpose of boring people to death. You loved reading, but when it came to those school-issued books that took around three pages to describe the sky-blue sofas in the main character’s living room, you couldn’t read more than a few pages before wanting to aggressively chuck it out the window.

In a desperate attempt to distract yourself from the book that did nothing other than make you feel miserable, you stood up. You walked over to the large window that went from floor to ceiling. To your delight, the curtains were drawn back, which allowed sunlight to illuminate the otherwise dark library with its beautiful hues of orange and yellow. The librarian was a grumpy woman that loved when the curtains covered all the windows and blocked any source of light that wasn’t the soft glow of the lamps placed all over the dark room. You were almost convinced this woman had never felt the warmth of the sun against her pale and ashy skin, sometimes you even thought of her as a vampire that’d burn to death if she dared to stand outside for a few minutes.

You looked out the window and admired the green gardens that adorned the front yard of the Academy’s largest building. The Oakes Academy was old and had been around since 1057. However, unlike most ancient schools like this one, the school board hadn’t been too interested in renovating the place outside of simply reinforcing the structure enough to fulfill the basic safety guidelines and the installation of optical fiber wires for a better internet connection. Even then, it was still considered to be one of the most prestigious schools to study at, and if it hadn’t been for the generous scholarship you were offered, you wouldn’t have been able to afford it anyway.

“Still plotting that little plan of yours to end the human race?” You bit down on your bottom lip to stop the colorful curse words from spilling as you turned sideways to look at Ethan. He’d decided to wear one of those annoyingly tight black turtlenecks of his and a pair of plaid trousers that made him look taller than he already was.

“Yes, and I’ll start with you first,” You smiled sarcastically at him, “In fact, I’ll swing by your dorm and murder you in your sleep,” You added while you choked the air for dramatic effect.

Ethan laughed and rolled his eyes. He had that spark of hate in his eyes that was always present when he was talking to you. That look alone told you that all that hatred and disgust you felt towards him was returned in the same magnitude. This rivalry of yours that consisted of dirty looks and constant arguments had been going on since eighth grade and it just seemed to get progressively worse as graduation approached.

Everyone at Oakes knew how much Ethan and you despised each other, it wasn’t a secret. Even the Head Professor had been a witness of plenty of your many petty fights and you didn’t doubt that the people in charge of the Student Welfare department were sick of the many reports you’d filed against each other for breaking the ‘student rules of politeness’. No one remotely important cared much about your reports anyways because they were far from serious and, more often than not, childish.

“How cute. Although I don’t think that’d work too well for you, would it amore? If something were to happen to me they’d know it was you,” He commented. You shrugged and bit your lip in anger at the nickname he knew very well you detested.

You casually leaned against the window, “Meh, it’d be worth it if I knew I wouldn’t have to see your face again. Now please get away before someone starts getting the sick idea that we’re friends.”

Ethan rolled his eyes but backed up a few steps either way, “God forbid someone would think such a horrific thing," He scoffed and raised his hand only to show you his middle finger when he knew the librarian wasn’t looking.

Before either of you could utter out another word, Damiano, one of Ethan’s closest friends, walked up to where you two were standing, effectively ending the conversation between you.

He waved at you and offered you a kind smile, which you immediately returned. Unlike his best friend, Damiano was a delight to be around. He was one of the kindest and nicest people you had ever met. You were quite close thanks to the fact that he’d been dating Rory for a while and you got used to spending long nights with the two of them doing silly things like playing board games or watching films. You were basically their third wheel, but neither of you minded much, if at all.

“Hey, what’s up?” Damiano smacked Ethan on the shoulder as he started a conversation with him. You took it as your chance to leave and just awkwardly walked away after mumbling something about having to find Rory. They had told you something about eating dinner together, and while you’d initially refused because you were supposed to finish the book and start on your report, you were tempted to accept their offer and forget about the stupid book for a little bit more.

Just as you were about to leave the library, your phone vibrated inside the pocket of your warm cardigan. You took it out and chuckled when you read Rory’s message about their new phone but groaned when you realized they wanted to see you after curfew. You sighed and left the library as you tried to think of a great excuse to tell your roommate Emilia so she’d cover for you while you snuck out.

Ethan had his eyes focused on your figure as you left the library but turned back to look at Damiano when he spoke up, “If you’d only talk to them Ethan, I-” He sighed and interrupted his best friend, already irritated by the conversation he’d had with you.

“No, I will not talk to them, okay? Not like we can even talk because we start arguing like two toddlers,” Ethan mumbled out the last part and took a deep breath in. Truth be told, no part of him wanted to talk to you. You were annoying, rude, and didn’t seem to have more than one brain cell in his eyes, so why lose his time talking to you? Not like there’d be anything to talk about.

“They’re just so exasperating!” He spoke up and Damiano rolled his eyes as he saw his hate rant start approaching. They were both aware that once he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop, “I just- They try so hard and it’s annoying. Like I swear they’re also a huge hypocrite. I know you don’t see it but I do, I’ve never met anyone mo-”

Before he could end his last sentence, he felt a body slam into his and arms snake around his waist. Ethan huffed at the impact but wrapped his arms around her frame once he noticed it was Adeline Rossi, or Addie as everyone liked to call her.

She pulled back and looked at both Damiano and Ethan excitedly, “You will never believe this but the craziest thing just happened… Hey, where’s Vic?” She trailed off as she started looking around for her friend.

Ethan chuckled lightly when he saw Thomas quietly approach Addie while she was distracted. They all knew she was the easiest person to scare, so it didn’t take more than a slight push and a soft boo for her green eyes to go wide and for her to jump. She was quick to turn to where Thomas was standing and didn’t think twice before smacking his shoulder with the heavy book she was carrying.

Thomas put his hands up in defeat as he took a step back and rubbed his shoulder, “Okay, okay shit. Stop, that actually hurts,” He whined and Addie only shrugged as Damiano and Ethan watched the whole interaction with amusement.

“Right, so, ignoring all that,” Addie spoke up once again and shifted her attention back to Ethan, “Since she is nowhere to be seen, could you please help me with some stuff? It’s just this little interview for one class of mine and I’ve already interviewed Damià and Thomas but I need just one more.”

He nodded and said a quick goodbye to his two best friends before following the shorter girl out of the library. However, while he was walking, he felt his phone vibrate inside the pocket of his jeans. He fished it out and frowned as he read the text that had just been sent to him but laughed once he noticed it was only his girlfriend Emilia from her new phone.

Then he sighed and rolled his eyes once he realized she wanted to see him past curfew again and he knew Will would ask him for money in exchange for not ratting him out. He quickly texted her back and slipped his phone back into his pocket as he followed Addie to her dorm.

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tarithenurse · 3 years

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Nightingale - 34

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: Fluff and pining! Smut-intoned awkwardness! Self-heurikas! Shy chats! Reference to trauma. A/N: Hope it helps you feel a bit better, @maladaptive-ninja-returns. As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3

Ch. 34

Kakashi had understood right away what was to happen now that the blue-haired outsider was no longer his charge. He had realized that their time together would be limited to a bare minimum while Uguïsu was placed in a variety of team constellations – all with missions near Konoha or at least well within the Land of Fire – and his training of Team 7 intensified.

At least they had established a sort of routine: whoever came back to town last would track the other one down as soon as possible, often hanging out at that person’s place when (or if) they managed to disentangle from other social calls. Sometimes, of course, they’d go elsewhere such as the water tower, but with winter nearing, the weather didn’t exactly invite for outdoors relaxation.

Tonight is one of those nights. The rain has been drumming on the windows all day, a chill sneaking into the apartment and prompting Kakashi to indulge in tea and spiced treats. The yellow glow of the lamp bathes a messy pile of documents on the desk that Kakashi is sorting through and adding small notes and coloured tags of paper on. Statistics get red annotations colour coded tags similar to those in the reports: black, pink, and yellow.

Stretching to itch the side of his ribs, the sensei is happy for the distraction as someone knocks on the door. “Come in!”

It’s not, as he half had suspected, Asuma or one of the other team captains, but a drenched and tired looking woman. Her normally colourful hair is darkened by water and a puddle is rapidly forming around her sock-clad feet (fed as well by a steady trickle from one of the boots she’s opted to carry).

“I’ll find towels and spare clothes,” he announces, “you’re getting into the shower.”

Uguïsu doesn’t object, and as he rummages around to find the needed items, he hears the smattering sound of wet clothes landing on the bathroom tiles. She could use a proper bath. A real soaking would get her toasty warm all the way through and chase away any soreness from whatever mission she’s been on. It would delay snuggle time, though.

That’s a discovery Kakashi has made about himself. He really likes snuggling. Always having been a fan of lazying about, perhaps it shouldn’t have been a surprise except...except it’s the feeling of her calm breathing that perfects it. Her scent. The heat of her fingers as she traces scars or muscles. Even when she teases him by sticking cold feet under his shirt.

Lost in those kind of thoughts while staring at the paperwork again, he manages not to glance in his nightingale’s direction when she sticks an arm out to grab the heap of fresh towels and clothes – he just revels in the steam carrying notes of his soap and her whatever-it-is into the room. Similarly, Kakashi’s gaze remains fixed the next time the door open and she steps out.

“I...maybe they’re a bit long?” Uguïsu mumbles.

They are. Finally turning, he likes the sight of the baggy pants that threaten to swallow her bare feet especially when the tight top is showing the swell of her breasts and curve of her waist. Or maybe because it’s my clothes she’s wearing. It’s primal and Kakashi knows it.

Ahem. “Are you hungry? I could get -”

She stops him by shaking her head, a few drops letting go of the darkened strands even after she’s tried to dry it. “Just cold. Wanna help me?”

Oh, he wants to and he berates his dirty mind for suggesting rather inappropriate ways of getting her warmed. They do end up in bed, limbs tangled (which is a development the white-haired jōnin silently celebrates each time) and his hands rubbing circles on her back.

“Tough mission?” he asks as a distraction from the subtle repositioning he needs.

She shakes her head. ��Conceptually, no. But wrangling escaped pigs is not fun in this sort of weather.”

Tilting on to his back, Kakashi tries to free a specific area from the woman’s touch but she’s not having it, stubbornly following along until she’s straddling him. It feels much too good with her thighs and knees wrapping around his hips and the squishy mounds pressing against his chest.

“...’Kashi?”

He has to clear his throat first. “Y-yeah?”

“Is...is that...y’know?”

Uguïsu isn’t facing him, but from the tension in her body, it’s possible for the jōnin to deduce what he would have seen. Fear or anxiety. Maybe a little splash of shyness.

“I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean for that to happen and I swear I won’t do anything or be mad if you want some distance.”

He could have said more and would have if it wasn’t because the woman tightens her hold on him.

“It happens sometimes when you sleep too,” she whispers.

Mortified despite knowing it’s simple physiology, Kakashi tries to think of something. She must think I’m desperate. He is, but has willpower. That I want to rush her. He doesn’t and that’s never going to change. What if I end up pushing her away?

“I kinda...like it.”

It takes a moment for the meaning of the words to register. “You do?”

“Yeah.” She squirms for a moment to get more comfortable without pushing against his cock too much. “It’s like...it’s there but neatly tucked away unless I would...if I want...more. Waiting instead of...”

“Waiting for it to be your decision?”

She nods. “Makes it less scary and more something to be curious about.”

Curious. Memory strikes hard, shoving Kakashi back in time to an interrogation where a story of a 12 year old girl was orphaned and lost anyone who would tell her about sex and sexuality in a kind and healthy manner. What Uguïsu knows is probably what she deduced at the mercy of Orochimaru.

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alovelylight · 7 years

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beauty is truth and terror

Summary: soulmate au where your tattoo gains life and color once you fall in love with your soulmate

Pairing: Jily

Words: 1,757

There’s a lily blooming in front of his heart and he spends his life before her wondering what color it should be – white for purity? Scarlet for sin and sacrifice? Orange for desire and passion? He guesses it is all of them – after all, we are made up of multitudes.

There are two antlers patterned on her rib cage and in her dreams they grow tall and strong enough to pierce the whole sky. She wonders if she can grow to be like these prongs, big enough to fill up a whole expanse of constellations.

At the beginning of this story, James Potter is all knee scabs and messy hair and precocious chatter. Lily Evans is all butterfly hairclips and full smiles and relentless strings of questions.

He spends most of science class annoyed at the distractions of her dark red hair, the marks of paint on her arms, the green-eyed glare she sends his way when he pulls at her ponytail. She stands up for Sev against his taunts, stares down at him with monochromatic lens, and believes too hastily in the gilded love in her storybooks.

One day she shows up to class with her arm in a cast, although he sees no other sign of brokenness about her. She was playing at the park with Severus Snape and had slipped from the swings, although he is too eager to insist that it was slimy Snape’s doing. This causes her to yell at him, in that earth-shaking and thunderous way she does, and the storm between them wages on.

They reach an unspoken truce when, seven weeks later, the cast comes off and the hairs on her mended arm has become darker and longer out of lack of sunlight. Several boys in class crowd around her, nasty grins on their faces, slapping her with juvenile insults of hairy arse and monkey and Tarzan in drag.

James Potter rises to his fullest height and punches all of them square in the face.

Petunia tells her to suck in her stomach. At almost-sixteen – two years Lily’s senior – Petunia insists on knowing the roads and highways of the world of women, as if the appliance of lipstick is the hallmark of maturity. Lily challenges her on this, and they don’t talk for a long time.

On her thirteenth birthday, Mary, Marlene, and Dorcas take her to the beach, where she collects seashells and swims in a swimsuit that didn't fit her skin just right. A beautiful woman, older but not old, hips wide but not fat, wades into the sea – a soulmate mark in the shape of a crashing wave around her neck – and Lily knows then that she wants to be just like that.

She doesn’t want to be Petunia’s idea of woman, perfect nails and hairless legs and impeccable hair, a door open for perfection in place of her raw, messy heart. She doesn’t know what she will be – with her stinging tongue and hairy arms and saggy stomach, she just spills over the lines of what she learns a girl should be.

She tries to tell her best friend this, but Sev has bigger problems; his dad just lost his job at Cokeworth’s paper factory, his mom is losing herself bit by bit to cigarettes and drink, and he himself is a gangly, sour-eyed mess of a boy. Lily gives Sev half the birthday seashells (even if he claims to hate all pretty things) and they climb onto the balcony to count the January stars.

She will always wonder what his soulmate mark is. He never told her.

Potter sends her a copy of Anne of Green Gables as a surprise gift. She frowns over possible ulterior motives, but decides to give him the benefit of the doubt. When she gets to the part where Anne Shirley breaks a slate over Gilbert Blythe’s head for his calling her ‘carrots,’ there is an annotation on the sidelines that reads: They took a leaf out of our book, Evans.

She smiles.

James loses his virginity to an eighteen-year-old whose name he doesn’t know. The girl’s mark – he couldn’t remember what it was – nestles between her breasts and all he could think of during the drunken quick-and-clumsy tumble was lilies, lilies, lilies. White, scarlet, orange.

But he doesn’t think of her name.

Around her, he is all boastful talk and boyish flirtation, clammy palms and stumbling heartbeat. Sirius teases him mercilessly about having the same mark as the flower in her name, and with any other girl this might encourage him even further, but with Lily Evans it just makes the aching storm in his stomach much louder and bigger.

Meanwhile, Lily wills herself to stop finding Severus everywhere she goes. She’s never been good at letting go, never been eager to cut her losses and accept defeat, but she has to do this, needs to do this. She tosses away all his cigarettes, returns his chemistry books, deletes his number, unfriends him on Facebook even though he never even opens Facebook.

She is fifteen, more of an almost-woman than a girl, and she has never been more miserable.

She wonders if she even knows what a friend is anymore. Her first was Petunia, the elder sister who could do no wrong, who wore her makeup like armor and unsheathed her sharp tongue like a sword. That was before they drifted apart, years of petty fights and stinging comments and taking each other for granted built up into a rubble too high to climb over.

Despite herself, she finds herself walking to the dreary creek she and Sev used to play pirates in, thinking of summers where they lost themselves in blue skies and apple trees and mindless chatter. Then she thought of the tiresome back-and-forth of fighting and forgiving, the past year of Mulciber and Avery looming overhead their friendship, their stilted conversations as they try to navigate common ground that doesn’t involve social politics or immigration laws, lest Sev showed his colors of bigotry.

Marlene tells her to start taking people at their face value. “Stop trying to find signs and deeper meanings in everything, love. Sometimes shit people are just shit.”

–

She traces the prongs on her body with a light fingertip and wonders about all the mysteries that lay beneath. She is standing naked in front of her bathroom mirror, her curtain of red hair spilling behind her shoulders. On one hand she is holding up a pair of scissors.

Mary is convinced that cutting her long, thick hair is a terrible sin, while Marlene and Dorcas seem to support her decision, rash as it may seem. Over the summer, Marlene refashioned her hair into a pink pixie (to the detriment of her traditionalist parents), so she ought to know the significance of a makeover.

When the deed is done, Lily’s hair barely grazes her collarbone, and she feels light. Not light enough to heave the whole world from her shoulders, but it is enough for now.

On Monday, Potter’s eyes widened – just slightly – as he took her in. They are biology lab partners, and his chatter is one of the few things keeping her awake so early in the morning.

(“You are a changed person, Evans,” he whistles. “What next, you wear green sneakers instead of white?”

“You’re thinking ahead for once,” she smirks.

“Well, one of us has to.”)

She joins his ‘solo study group’ and meets with him in the library every Tuesday and Thursday, where they did less revising and more of sneaking chips under the table and taking the mickey out of each other. They go through two weeks before evacuating to the toasty coffee-shop down the street, after she saw Severus scowling at them from behind a library computer.

He’s still a little arrogant, a little immature, his hair a manmade mess and his swagger making him look like a cock of the walk. But she smiles a little more when he’s around.

He takes her out to a fish and chips shop for her seventeenth. From where he’s standing, Lily glows like a fucking night light in the dark, her hair the color of beautiful wildfire. Their date – for that is what it is, in his mind – passes by in a whirl of laughter and warmth.

“So,” she jabs at him. “What plans have you got after school?”

He makes a face. “No clue. I figure I’d live off some rich cougar’s generosities.” She snorts. “And help around with my parents’ philanthropic charities, continue the benevolent Potter legacy.”

“That’s surprising,” Lily smirks. “I always thought you were particularly Laodicean.”

“Christ, and you call me posh? I’m not the one using words like Lao-whosit.”

“Yeah, but I’m the right kind of posh, see.”

“Oh, so you think you’re better than the rest of us lowly mortals because you read every Jane bloody Austen novel and can recite John Keats at the drop of a hat?”

“Well, I’m never one to deny my own achievements,” she dusts the salt off her fingers on a napkin, “and don’t pretend that youdon’t like it.”

His hand pauses around a glass of water. She reddens, but just a little – she is too much of herself to be embarrassed. “I do. Like it, I mean – I like every part of you.”

“I like you too, you fool,” she squeezes his hand. James’ heart feels like it’s about to jump out of his chest and conquer the whole universe. “Is this the part where you ask me out? Properly and not in a pigheaded way, like all the other times.”

“You’re right. I’m too young and beautiful to waste anymore of my love life.”

She kicks his shin. “James.”

“Lily. Alright, alright would you do me the amazing, magnificent, utterly wonderful honor of being my – er, girlfriend?”

“Yes, I believe that’s the word. Mind you, I’m a fan of holding hands.”

“And I’m rather fond of – if it’s not vulgar of me to say so – cuddling.”

She playfully places a hand over her lips. “Potter! Do you kiss girls with that mouth?”

“You wanna find out?”

The lily glows in a hundred lights, different shades of orange or red or pearly whites on different days. It comes alive on his skin, formed into it like the love in his lungs.

The prongs grow enough antlers until they are connected, right at the dip of her breasts. He spends many mornings lazily trailing the lines with his tongues, fingers, eyes, and she feels complete.

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