#I kept thinking of grass on a warm summer day
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Parts: 1/2, read part 2 HERE
Parings: dbf!bucky x f!reader
MDNI/NSFW
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Inspired by, Call me by your name
Summary: Your fathers best friend accompanies you and your family to your summer house in the country. Sparks ignite as you grow closer, secretly spending one-on-one time together at night.
Words: 3.7k
Warnings: plot with smut, secret-relationship, angst, choking, praise kink, petname (doll), oral sex (f recieving), pinv sex, fingering, creampie, c*ck warming.
AN: Ill make it into a series if yall like it, please enjoy!
Baring Throats
I leaned onto the windowsill, one arm stretched into the cool night air, holding a half smoked ciagrette as I rested my head in the crook of the other. A song filled the empty night, small birds and morning doves serenaded me beautifully, the occasional cranes interuppting with their paired cries.
I took a puff, exhailing slowly as I admired the view overlooking the garden, the vast grass plains surronding the house and the tree line in the distance. It separated us from the forest, obscuring the lake behind it and hiding all things wild. I glanced down the long road leading up to the house, and found a man walking along it.
Bucky, heading back from another venture into town. Perhaps he had visited a lady friend, which he had a good number of, perhaps it wasnt any of my concern. It shouldnt bother me, yet, it did.
I found my mind drifting, painting a picture of him in a bed, sweaty and naked, laying next to another woman and a spark of jealousy flared up inside me. The sound of footsteps on a gravel path approached, bringing me back to the moment, I blinked the images away and rebuked myself.
Looking down to the ground, my eyes met his. Smiling, I greeted him amd leaned over the sill. Nothing on but a thin t-shirt and a pair of panties, goosebumps prickled my skin. He smiled back at me. We looked at eachother in silent understanding, our business remaining our own. Wordlessly we communicated, I took another drag of the cigarette and he gestured for me to give him one, I held my index finger up, indicating for him to wait a second as I grabbed the pack and lighter from my nightstand, in turn tossing them down to him. Graciously he caught them and lit up, I nodded my head inside, asking him to join me. He took a long drag of the cig, considering me carefully, but he shook his head. Smiling increadolously, he pointed at me as if saying, "youre bad news" then snuffed his cigarette and went inside.
I heard him walking up the stairs, toward my room, the footsteps stopping just outside my door. Please knock, I begged, he seemed to be considering it, but a moment passed and then another, and at last he left. Entering his own room instead, opposite mine.
This had been our routine for the past few weeks, both being night owls, we'd sometimes encounter eachother on the premises. Coming from our separete affairs, but never asking the other where they'd been. We'd share a snack, talk in hushed voices, hold in laughs and shush eachother when we inevitably were to loud. It became our little secret, not because we did anything innapropriate, but simply because it were a few moments that belonged to just the two of us. Talking about things we couldnt talk about with anyone else. It had been innocent at first, but at some point had that charming smile of his begun to make me blush, at some point had his touching become more tender and at some point did our night time talks stop being accidental, but rather sought out. Last night, we'd come dangerously close to kissing and I think alarm bells sounded for the both of us, which is why we kept our distance tonight.
Dissapointed I went to bed, falling asleep with unseemly images of my fathers best friend clouding my mind.
I slept late into the next day, the sound of heavy rain battering the roof roused me from my sleep. As I got ready to go about my day, I found a note slid under my door, my lighter was inside, along with a few written words "Smoking is bad, you know. I'd better finish them for you :)" Chuckling, I saved the note, tucking it into my nightstand. Wiseass.
Due to poor weather and lack of outdoor activities, the family + one was gathered in the livingroom. My parents on one sofa, dad holding an arm around my mom as they read from the same book, my brother in the armchair and Bucky on the other sofa, everyone reading a variety of something. They all looked up as I entered the room, feigning surprise that I had finally joined them.
'Good afternoon stranger.' my father chuckled. I kissed my mothers cheek in greeting, she smiled sweetly and squeezed my hand in response as I passed them.
'About time you graced us with your prescence' Bucky teased, making my brother and mother join in with the cheerful joking.
I smirked and shook my head, waving my hands dissmissively, 'Very funny, I blame the weather.' I said and gestured toward the sky, sitting down on the empty seat next to Bucky. I laid my legs in his lap and leaned back against the armrest, propping my head up on a pillow. A conversation was struck up, talking about what I had missed, discussing resent books and making plans for tomorrow, it seemed like we'd go to the beach. Ocasionally, Bucky would grab and squeeze my legs when talking, in the same way some people gestured to get their point across.
As the chill of the evening drew closer, we lit a fire in the hearth and grabbed blankets. But a shortage occured, so I had to move closer to Bucky, he laid an arm across my shoulder as I curled up intill him so one blanket would be enough for the both of us. We grabbed a few bottles of wine, dusted off the old board games and got down to business. A heated game of monopoly ensued, followed by a short dinner break, eventually resulting in very drunk charades. Bucky and I teamed up, two versus three and we won regardless. Were all very competitve people, safe to say that none of us went to bed feeling very sportsmanlike that night. As the evening wound down, so did our energy, the wine was taking its toll. My legs were tucked against Buckys chest as I leaned my head against his shoulder, he circled his arms around my legs and rested his chin on my knees. Lazily the five of us talked for a while longer, enjoying the pleasent atmosphere of the night while we were still contious to do so. Eventually though, as laughs turned into yawns, Bucky and I offered to stay behind and clean up while the other three departed. Tidying went by quickly, we made a good team. As I discarded the last of the dishes in the sink, he put his hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead, trying to keep his focus on my eyes, 'Go to bed, doll. I got the rest.' He said, smiling sweetly, attempting to act sober and rubbed my shoulders tenderly.
I looked at him with hazy eyes, 'If you say so.' I answered, smiling lazily, then went upstairs. Between our rooms, there was a french balcony. It stood wide open, my parents had presumably opened it in a drunk hot-flash to let air in. I was headed for my room, but my mind drifted to the crisp, sublte wind calling my name. My feet changed direction by themselves, and magically I appeared in the opening.
Leaned against the doorframe, I fell half asleep, the rain had devolved into a drizzle, but the air was damp and pleasantly chilly against my skin. Involuntairy shivers took over my body, but I was to tired to move. I heard distant footsteps behind me, coming and going, and eventually coming back again. The steps approached and strong arms circled around my shoulders, a warm body pressing up against my back. He'd covered himself with a blanket, holding the ends in his hands and gift wrapped me into his embrace. I held onto his forearms, a smile kn my lips as I basked in his warmth.
He rested his head on my shoulder, 'You were gonna freeze.' He explained himself, whispering against my ear and sending a cold shiver through my spine. I leaned my head back against his chest, sighing happily as we stood silently, appreciating eachothers presence. I drunk his scent in as our breaths matched up, the birds singing for us once again.
'I want my cigs back.' I complained, drunkenly disturbing our peaceful moment.
Bucky chuckled, 'I dont want you to get cancer.' He protested, half-joking.
I turned around, alcohol causing the bounderies of a long friendship to blur. I placed my hands on his chest and met his eyes, looking at him through my lashes, making them as big and pretty as a puppys 'Please?' I asked kindly.
He looked at me with adoration in his gaze, removing the blanket from himself and covering my shoulders with it. A smirk curved his lips as he looked at me, shaking his head in defeat. Wordslessly his manmersism spoke for him, 'Youre bad news." they told me, and this it would get the better of him. He grabbed my hand and led me into his room. Once inside he let go of me, opened his window and began rummaging around his dresser. I leaned my back against the windowsill, grabbing the lighter from my pocket and crossed my arms, wrapping the blanket tighter around me as I waited, watching him with a smile on my lips. His arm shot up into the air, displaying the packet proudly as he found them, 'I'll give you, one.' He told me quietly, a stern expression on his face.
My mouth fell open in disbelief, 'I payed for them!' I exclaimed, forgetting myself. Bucky put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, and walked up to me. He took a cigarette out of the pack and opened his hand expectantly, I gave him the lighter and he lit his cig, taking a puff and leaving it between his lips. He rested his elbows on the windowsill behind me and leaned forward, leveling his head with mine. Moving past my head, gracing my cheek with his as he blew the smoke out of the window, then leaned back. He had one arm on each side of me, crossed behind my back, he had me pinned between him and the window. Our faces were inches apart, both painfully aware that this wasnt appropriate of a daughter and the family friend, but the wine had pushed out any reason or logic of our minds. I couldnt help but look away, suddenly shy. Luring a smile from him as he observed the way a blush crept its way up my cheeks. I took the cig from him, my fingertips acidentally grazing his lips, and placed it between my own. I took a puff and faced him again, our eyes locked, sharing hidden thoughts through transparent gazes.
Energy sizzled in the air, building onto the tension between us, magnetizing it, pulling at the invisible string that connected us. 'Let me taste.' He whispered, inching closer. I hesitated, before slowly exhaling the smoke as he breathed it in, sharing the toxic cloud between us, poisoning our judgement. I felt myself drawn closer to him, the string pulling taunt on both ends, his lips a mere ghost over mine. Temptation coarsed through our veins, causing heavy breathing as we fought our urges. But we both gave in, in the end.
Our lips met in a soft kiss, he moved his arms from the windowsill and grabbed my waist. I was taken off guard, but welcomingly so. Complicated feelings bounced through my mind, but I couldnt back down now. I hurridly snuffed out the cigarette against the sill and snaked my hands around his neck as I kissed him back, pulling him closer. His hands found their way under my shirt, sliding up my torso until his fingertips touched the plush flesh of my breasts. He inhaled sharply, the oxygen returning to his brain as common sense flooded back to him. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, this was his best friends daughter. He tore free from the claws of desire, grabbing my arms and unhooking them from his neck, he backed up. I reached out for him, but he pulled away, sitting down at the end of his bed, he laid his head in his hands, a labored sigh leaving him.
'We cant, you know we cant.' He whispered, voice muffled against his palms. I did know, but I couldnt help it. I sat down next to him, wrapping my arms around his, grabbing his bicep as I rested my head against his shoulder. He sat straighter, letting one of his hands fall to my knee as the other stroked my hair, he kissed the top of my head.
'I just- Why did it turn out this way?' I asked him quietly, my voice quivering 'I know we cant, but. . .' I paused, thinking of the right words. His hand slid from my hair to gently caress my cheek, then tracing his fingers finger along my jaw until they found purchase under my chin and tilted my face to meet his. I searched his gaze for something unknow to me, 'I need you.' I whispered foolishly, my eyes watering, 'This is all your fault you know, your stupid smile and caring words.' I laughed mirthlessly, keeping my eyes locked on his, as a tear threatened to fall.
He cupped my face with boths hands, looking at me with a sorrowful expression as he leaned his forehead against mine.
'Bucky, please.' I whispered, leaning into his touch 'If you cant have me, stop this.' I pulled one of his hands from my face, clasping my own around it and kissed his palm softly before letting it fall to my lap.
'I cant get stuck. . . Wanting your love if you cannot give it to me.' I told him quietly, squeezing his hand as my voice broke, I leaned back, meeting his eyes again, pleading, 'Please say something.'
But he remained quiet as his eyes welled, admiring my blushed, tear streaked face.
My eyebrows furrowed, not understanding how he could be so cruel. A tear finally rolled down my cheek and my chin quivered in disbelief, I was nothing more than a naive girl to him.
I looked away, not wanting him to see the pain he caused me. I took his silence as a rejection and moved to stand, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me from leaving, 'Let me go.' I cried silently, unwilling to face him as tears streamed down my cheeks. I stood again, pulling, trying to unclasp my hand from his grip but I could not, 'Please Buck, I cant do this.' I croaked, looking up at the ceiling as I tried to blink my tears away.
'Look at me.' He ordered softly, but I refused. 'Doll.' He whispered in warning, but hearing his name for me only made my cry harder, I pulled on his grip again but he was unrelenting. 'Sit, please.' He asked this time, desperation burried in his voice.
'No.' I answered, resolute.
As I was not cooperating, he took matters into his own hands. He pulled me back down and cupped my face as kissed me harshly, I fought him out of anger, but quickly melted into his touch, all was forgiven, it had always been.
He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth, moaning from just the taste of me. My hands found their way to his brown locs, burrying themselves, while his hands felt their way down my body. We fell backwards onto the bed and he cilimbed on top of me, pushing his knee between my legs to separate them. His lips found my neck, trailing kisses from my jaw to collarbone as his hand kneaded its way up my thigh, my skirt catching on his wrist. His lips left my skin as he sat up, scaring me for a moment as I thought he changed his mind. But he climbed down to the foot of the bed, knees on the floor and hooked his hands under my kees, pulling me to the edge of the bed. His hands found my panties and ripped them off, I gasped from the sudden gust of cold air hitting my wet core. He kissed my thighs, licking and nipping as he worked his way inwards, panting inbetween pecks, desperate to taste me. He looked up at me, meeting my eyes as he hovered over my core, his breath fanning over my clit, he looked like a crazed mad man. The anticipation was overflowing, I bit my lip, nodding for him to go ahead and he dove in. Lapping at my clit, tasting me. I almost screamed from the sudden sensation, but covered my mouth at the last second. I rutted my hips against him, hoping for further friction, but his hands grabbed my hips, holding me down so he could please with intention. I whined, grabbing at the sheets, pulling on them for support, It wasnt enough.
'More, more.' I moaned, and he obligingly latched onto my clit, sucking as two of his fingers found their way inside me, thrusting and curling at my pleasure. Breathy moans escaped me as I was getting closer to cumming.
'Close, real close' I managed with a mumbling voice, he squeezed my hip in reassurance, telling me it was alright. I hummed as the knot in my stumache pulled tighter, he pushed another finger inside me and im convinced I saw the light. I came tumbling over the edge, stiffling another scream by shoving my face into the bed. And as I was catching my breath, he kissed his way back up to me, climbing on top once again, he snaked one arm under my back to pull my shirt off, freeing my breasts, then lifted my hips to take my skirt off, followed by his own shirt and sweats. He was huge, no surpise there.
'You okay?' He asked, and I hummed in response, cupping his face and pulling him back up to my lips, kissing him with a burning passion. He pulled back, 'Use your words girl.' He said sternly.
'Need you.' I whispered, kissing him again.
'You sure doll?' he asked against my lips, I nodded enthusiastically.
'Please, Ive never wanted anything more.' I assured him. He hooked my leg onto his knee, raising it to get better access to my opening. I circled my other leg around his hip and he lined himself up with my entrance.
'Look at me.' He ordered again, and I met his eyes, gazes locked deeply as his tip teased my entrance. I admired his beautiful face as I circled my arms around his shoulders, preparing for whatever was to come. Suddenly he slid inside me and we gasped in unisome, he didnt move for a second so I could get used to his size. He stroked a strand of hair behind my ear as he admired my face, 'My beautiful girl.' He whispered, making my heart beat faster.
He pulled out of me and thrusted in again softly, setting a slow but intent pace. Each thrust took my breath away, all the while he was grunting in my ear. His hand found its way to my throat, closing around it and squeezed, putting slight pressure on it and stealing another moannfrom me in the process. He graced his nose against my cheek, kissing my jaw as he thrusted deeper, and I met them with desperate ruts, 'C'mon doll, just like that.' He encouraged me in a breathy voice, that alone couldve been enough to make me cum. He trailed kisses down my chest and latched onto my breast, taking it into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at my nipple as his hand found the other, kneading it intently.
'Getting- closer.' I hummed, but his thrusting slowed, eventually stopping completley. 'Buck?' I questioned, and he let go of my breasts, pulling out of me completley, pleasure and confusion mixed my mind into a strange mess. He backed up, grabbed my legs, raising them and in one solid motion hooked them onto his shoulders and thrust into me again, deeper than ever before. A loud moan tore through me, to blided by the feeling that I completley forgot about being silent. His hand quickly covered my mouth as he began a ruthlessly deep and hard pace, rocking my entire body. His mouth quickly replaced his hand, kissing me deepley, passionateley, in rythm with his thrusts.
'Almost there, doll.' He mumbled between kisses, I nodded, not able to for words, but I was close to. The knot in my stumache terribly close to coming undone once again. His thrustingbecame rougher, harder as he closed in on his orgasm, hitting that sweet spot every time. Our breaths were nothing more than frenzied moans, his pace faltered, giving it all he had for a few last thrusts before we both came undone. Warm liquid spurting into me as he collpased on top of me, resting his head in the crook of my neck and kissing my skin softly as we cought or breath, 'Good girl.' He whispered, 'My good, good girl.' He panted, still inside me as his seed slowly, sippered out of me.
My heart fluttered at his words as I fought to keep my eyes open, the alcohol and exhaustion from the day along with the bliss of our secret activities were catching up to us. He laid an arm around my ribbcage, pulling me closer to him, I hooked my leg over his hip and curled up to him. I gave him a quick peck on the lips as he kissed my forehead, and we fell asleep in eachothers arms.
I woke up later in the night, but in my own room. I wouldve thought I had dreamt it all if it wasnt for the blanket tucked tightly around me, still smelling of him.
Read part two HERE <3
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[2.2k] summer nights, muggle gadgets and lovesick boy who just wants to see his girl again.
based off: “i want you...here...right now” + this request
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“How’s summer with the Addams family?”
You rolled your eyes, even if the action was done out of fondness. “You watched one muggle show and now you’re obsessed.”
“Your family are a bunch of loonies, sweetheart, sorry to break it to you.”
Once upon a time, summer was a time to longed for. When the winter days were short, cold and miserable and when spring didn’t seem to hit the spark of sunshine and warm days you needed, it was summer where you found happiness and contentment. It was summer where those long days were spent basking in whatever sun the English weather gave you, fingers sticky with the juice of the ice lollies you’d fight your brothers for and hiding in secret nooks of the house when Walburga would stand by the staircase, red faced and angry at the trails of mud staining the expensive carpets.
But when you enrolled in Hogwarts, you realised that summer held much more than warm weather and grass-stained knees.
Because Hogwarts was a taste of freedom, a taste of the world beyond the walls of the Black household where everything was simple, quiet and nice. It was so fucking nice and it was easy to get drunk off the independence, to get lost in it before you realised it was quickly being ripped away from you.
Because that’s what summer had become. It had gone from being your salvation to your prison in mere years, and now summer was a time you despised.
Summer dragged you away from your friends. Summer threw you under the roof of your overbearing parents. Summer jammed a wedge between you and your brothers as you played the games and politics that came with living in the Black household.
Summer kept you away from James—the dirty little secret you had been keeping for the world because you were young and selfish and you loved having him to yourself, even when you weren’t really supposed to have him.
“I can’t disagree with that,” you muttered out, a huff of amusement leaving your lips as you remembered the dinner from the night before. In all honesty, you were surprised the house was still in one piece after the fights and arguments that broke out last night. Then again, it wouldn’t surprise you to find out that wards had been put in place to keep the place standing for as long as Black blood lived under the roof.
“No one’s giving you too much grief, are they?”
That was the thing about James Potter, you just weren’t sure he was actually real. Growing up with the Black surname, you had been surrounded by pureblooded wizards and witches from the moment you were born. You had dined with them, you had conversed with them and danced with them over the years. You knew what pureblooded children were brought up to be, what they were brought up to think like.
And yet, James was the living anomaly of the next generation of purebloods.
Though he was loud and arrogant and a little too up himself for his own good, he was kind and smart and managed to make you feel like the most important person in the world, regardless of who you were. James Potter cared like he was carrying the world on his shoulders and had to act on their behalf. He cared like nobody else you had ever met, and you didn’t know if that made your heart swoon or your head spin because it was just never something you had ever seen in your life.
Men like James Potter were one in a million and you had somehow managed to catch the eye of the formidable wizard.
It had been his idea to use the muggle telephones. Just weeks before you had to break for the summer holidays, he had dragged you into a broom closet with a bright smile on his face, almost rolling back on the heels of his feet. He explained everything, from the device to how it worked to how he had convinced Lily to retrieve the items so it wouldn’t be traced back to either of you.
He scribbled down his number and shoved it into your pocket, kissing you quickly goodbye before he raced off to quidditch practice, leaving you flustered and bamboozled of the man James Potter just kept proving himself to be.
Because he knew what your family was like. And he knew that you hated going home for the summer. And he knew that with your family watching your every move and magic being a hopeless endeavour because of the Ministry rules for underaged witches and wizards using magic that using muggle telephones might just be the only option you have left to talk to each other.
And he had taken that step, because he wanted you just as much as you wanted him and it made your heart swell.
“Nothing new,” you told him, fingers wrapped around the cord of the phone as you laid back on your bed, window open as the summer heat engulfed your room.
“I don’t like leaving you alone there.”
“I have Sirius and Reg,” you told him, but a part of you wanted to say you didn’t like him leaving you too.
“Sirius fucks off to the muggle world and Regulus doesn’t have a backbone yet.”
“James,” you scolded softly, though you knew he was right. You loved your brothers, loved them in the unconditional way siblings loved each other. But it was an ‘every man for themself’ situation whenever you three returned home for holidays.
Sirius would run off, not ashamed to dish out the same horrid words back to your parents when they yelled and belittled him. He would sneak off into muggle London, spends days there and would come back with treats as a form of apology for leaving you alone.
Regulus was a little different. He still held your parents in high regard, he still wanted to make them proud. He tried to be the son they wanted, tried to live up to the expectations they held for a pureblood son from one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. He would never intervene when either you or Sirius were getting scolded.
It meant a lot of the time you were left on your own during the holidays. It meant that you spent days craving to have the warmth and familiarity of the family and friends you made in Hogwarts. You were left craving the life of freedom and independence you had there.
“I’m just being honest, sweetheart. You know I mean good. I just wish I could have you here, ya know? With me.”
You smiled softly at the idea, a warm feeling settling contentedly in the bottom of your stomach. “Yeah, me too, Jaime.”
“It would be fun, don’t ya think? I could take you riding out back near the lake Mum always yells at me to stay away from. We could take a picnic, maybe steal a bottle of fire whiskey…could even watch the sunset from there.”
“Sunset, huh?” you mused, entertaining the conversation even if it stung a little, the jealousy of a reality you wish was your own. “And what about when it gets dark, Mr Potter? You gonna protect me from the monsters?”
“Maybe I have other plans when the sun goes down.”
And despite yourself, you feel your cheeks flushing at the insinuation. “Like?”
“You’re really making it difficult to be a gentleman over the phone, sweetheart.”
“Maybe I don’t wanna talk to a gentleman,” you retorted, biting back the grin that was threatening to break out on your face.
“Fucking hell, baby, you’re killing me.”
“I miss you, Jaime,” you sighed, hand resting on your stomach whilst the other clutched the phone.
“Not been taking care of yourself?”
“It’s not the same.”
You listened to the boy let out soft curses on the other side of the phone, followed by the sound of shuffling sheets and a soft thud that you could have sworn was followed by an ‘ow’.
“It doesn’t feel as good, James,” you continued as you let out a long sigh. “I miss your hands…the way you touch me…the way your mouth feels on me…the way your dick—”
“Fuck, baby, please. I want you…here…right now.”
“‘s not possible,” you murmured in response, shuffling a little to sit up against your headboard, your thighs clenched together. It was fun teasing him, getting him all worked up and bothered. But it sucked when you were left sitting there, memories of just how good he could make you feel left playing on repeat in your head.
“Maybe it is,” James countered, something quite like desire and hope lacing his words. “What if you floo’d here?”
You paused. “James, my parents—”
“—will never know,” he finished for you. “Your mum will be doing her own head in with that dinner she’s planning, and I know Sirius is away somewhere in London for the next few days. Regulus won’t even know you’ve left. You could stay here for a few days, get a break from everyone…stay with me for a bit.”
You pondered his words. “And your parents?”
“Mum loves you,” he snorted. “And Dad would probably adopt you in the drop of a hat.”
“I knew Monty had a soft spot for me,” you retorted, a small smile growing on your face as something quite like anticipation sent a thrill down your spine. Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you were grabbing a backpack and half-hazardly shoving what you needed for the sudden trip into the bag.
“You’re a weakness for all Potter men, baby. It’s all a part of your charm.”
The buzz in your veins felt like the nights you’d sneak out of your room, James’ invisibility cloak covering you as you snuck through the corridors of the school after curfew to go meet him by the Whomping Willow. The nights where you would sneak around just to spend a few hours with him, and even the nights where you would join your brother and his friends in their marauders shenanigans.
You peeked your head out the door, glancing down the hallways and straining your ears to hear if anybody was wandering the house this late at night. Less than thirty seconds later, you were bustling down the staircase and making your way towards the fireplace before any of the house-elves saw you.
“Potter Manor!”
The world swirled around you in blues and greens and reds and pinks, pulling and tugging at your limbs in every direction and making your head spin before you felt solid ground beneath your feet. You blinked, a little disoriented and the grip on your bag ironclad as you took a moment to breathe.
But before you could even step out of the fireplace, a pair of arms were wrapped around you and tugging you into a large, warm chest and something inside your heart finally settled for the first time in weeks since the holidays had started.
“I fucking missed you so much,” James’ muffled voice muttered against the top of your head, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head and pressing it against his chest where you could hear his heart thundering away. His other hand was already reaching for your bag, taking it out of your grasp so you could wrap both arms around him.
“You’re warm,” you murmured, enjoying the sound of your boy’s soft chuckles as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
“That’s all you gotta say?”
“Gotta keep you humble where I can, Potter.”
The boy pulled back, enough for you to look up at him and see the grin split across his face before he leaned down, kissing you senseless like you weren’t standing in the middle of his living room where either of his parents could find you. When he pulled away, he looked down at the dazed look on your face and his smile only widened.
“C’mon,” he murmured and nodded his head towards the staircase. “Need to hide you away before Mum hogs you to herself.”
“Maybe I came here for her,” you retorted, enjoying the feeling of James taking his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers and squeezing softly as though to reassure himself you were really there.
“Don’t go breaking my heart now, baby, I’ve just planned the perfect weekend for us,” James mused playfully, glancing over his shoulder to flash you a wink before he pulled you into his room, locking his door behind him and dropping your bag on the floor.
“Hey—”
“Yell at me later,” he murmured as his arm wrapped around your waist, practically tugging your body onto the bed until you fell on his chest with a soft oomph.
“I forgot how needy you were,” you joked lightly, shuffling until you were comfortably tucked against his side.
“Just want my girl,” he grumbled, tilting your head up so he could lean down to peck your lips. “Is that such a crime?”
“Maybe to my brothers,” you countered and watched him roll his eyes.
“Please don’t bring up your brothers when I’m trying to seduce you, sweetheart,” James groaned, his arm around your body tightening.
You snickered. “I think you are wearing too many clothes to be seducing me, Potter.”
He raised his brows. “Is that a preference?”
“I would say more of a demand.”
“Well, who am I to deny my pretty girl?”
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I like to think that Vox knows everything about Al but Al doesn't actually know much about Vox
I just think that Al was a little bit more open and he likes talking. So it's easy to get carried away and keep talking if somebody knows how to keep getting those things out of you. And Vox probably knows how to keep people talking to exploit their weaknesses but he also just likes listening to Al talk. So like Vox is quiet and listening intently and Al is talking and talking and now suddenly Vox know all of Alastor's family history and upbringing and the way he likes his coffee and the way Al felt went he'd run through the woods breathless in the summer heat until he hit the squishy squish of the bayou's shore jumped in despite the dangers of doing so and how different it feels to float in brackish water than fresh water. And how different the sky looks and air tastes when there's a hurricane. Or when Al is cooking, he talks about way his family home smells, the different herbs and plants that they kept inside and the way that there just was a warm aura that he can't describe. The way his family all pretty much were in and out of each others houses all the time, Vox knows all of Al's cousins names, his aunt and uncles. Which ones he didn't talk to and which ones didn't acknowledge him. Vox knows about how confused Alastor was when he showed up in Hell. Not because he didn't think he would end up there, but because he didn't even know that he'd died his death happened so quickly.
And then what Al knows about Vox is what he learned from knowing him in Hell. He could pry, he probably could ask questions. He probably could get all the information he needs, but Vox only drops lore here and there. He's not as sentimental and to be able to think about specifics of his past life is only when it's vaguely triggered. But Vox is just a keep moving forward kind of guy, he probably doesn't remember too much about wife number two, but he remembers the perfume he bought her and how she always burnt toast. Everything seems to be "nothing to write home about." And a shrug. But that's also because Vox's life up until adulthood was cookie cutter.
How they got to that point idk. Al and Vox probably clicked in some dumb way. Probably when they're both broke and homeless eating grass and watching murder in the streets
And what gets vox extra?
He's sentimental over Alastor and that's just feelings he's never had to confront, and now he knows everything about Alastor and what does he do with that?
How does he transfer over these feelings to someone else completely. And the thing is that he can't, because when you love somebody the obsession with them is so unique and it's terrifying.
Even being more machine than man, there's no way to full erase these things they're permanently ingrained in his systems and can always be recovered.
Vox always will know that Alastor liked the taste of the salt in the air, the way he loved the smell of freshly turned dirt after rainfall, and how his hair curled on particularly humid days, and the way Al laughed bitterly when he recalled the reasoning for his first kills. The soft look in his eyes when he recalled the feeling of feeling other worldly magic run through his veins at the cost of his humanity.
Vox will know and he will cherish knowing these things that he knows in silence.
What bothers him the most about knowing is that he'll never know if he had ever earned the right to be a memory worth repeating.
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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased
post azkaban sirius x fem!reader
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (see full series list here)
1993
Giving an elf clothes is basically the same as throwing them off a cliff. Life-ruining. You think about this as you leave Winky sobbing at Crouch's feet, turning to return to your tent. Poor Winky. First she had to deal with that awful man as a master, and now she's being set free by said man. It's a tough life for house elves, you'll give them that. This all just reminds you of Bitsy — you'll have to go visit her first thing when school starts.
You glance to your left, spotting Mr Weasley escorting the kids back to their tent, and feel guilt gnawing at your gut.
"Give me a sec, will you?" you say to Minerva, jogging over to their group. "Mr Weasley?"
He looks up, raising his eyebrows when he sees you.
"I'm sorry for all that...I'm sure it was a shock to the system..." you say warily. "But please, don't think of me any differently. My — my past has no effect whatsoever on my work, and I can assure you that I will always do what is best for my students and — "
Mr Weasley brings up a hand, waving you down with a shake of his head. "Don't worry, professor. The boys — they speak very well of you. And Ginny too — I'm not worried."
You're surprised at that. You half expected him to look at you in disgust and steer his children away from you. It warms your heart to know he doesn't think you're bad.
"Thank you, Mr Weasley," you say genuinely. He gives you a small smile. "And I'd really appreciate it if maybe you...kept this to yourself? It's just — my job is everything to me, and if others found out..."
He nods understandingly. "You have my word."
You smile at him, nodding nervously. You glance at the three kids behind him, hoping your concern for them is communicated well enough. You head for Mr Diggory, giving him the same story, and he just nods like he wants to get as far from you as possible. That hurts, but you'll take what you can get. You scamper back to Minerva, and the two of you head back to your tent.
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The rest of your summer break is...boring. Believe it or not, it can get very lonely in your house with just Dubh as company. You consider going to visit your parents again, but part of you feels guilty when you think about leaving. What if Sirius tries to contact you but can't reach you at your parents'? It's too much of a risk.
You and Remus spend your time together, like you've always done, but it's still not the same. It's not like you spend every waking moment together — and you miss him when he's not there. You miss the company of your best friend. The silence of your little home is deafening when you wake to do the exact same things you did the day before.
One evening, your mind wanders to Harry. You wonder how he's getting on. You hope he's safe and not still shaken after the events of the Quidditch World Cup — that night definitely set you on edge and worried for your godson. Perhaps it's time you should actually make an effort to contact him — now that he knows well who you are, he doesn't deserve to just have that be it. Right now, your relationship is still very professor-studenty...and you don't want that. You're his godmother and you want him to see you exactly as that — someone he can trust, someone he can confide in and talk to without worrying about school or work.
So, with all this in mind, you grab a quill and some ink, fishing out a piece of parchment and setting it all down on the table.
Dear Harry,
Too formal, you think. You scratch it out messily, starting again.
Dearest Harry,
No, that's not right. You scratch that out.
Hey, Harry!
What are you so excited about? This is just setting him up for something interesting, and you really have nothing interesting to tell. Scratch that.
What's up, Hazza?
Scratch.
My beloved godson,
Scratch scratch.
To: Harry
Scratch scratch scratch.
You look down at the parchment, realising you've just about scratched out the top half of the parchment. Nice one. You crumple it up, throwing it towards the rubbish bin in the corner of the room and missing it by half a mile. You groan, getting up and begrudgingly tossing it in the bin properly and getting another piece of parchment. You take a deep breath before starting this one.
Harry,
I hope you're well, and that you're enjoying your stay with the Weasleys'. Do tell Ron and Hermione I said hello and I'm really looking forward to seeing you all in September! Hopefully there's a year ahead where the three of you aren't getting up to too much mischief...though perhaps that's an impossible thing to ask for.
I hope you're doing okay after the World Cup. I won't mollycoddle you and say you have nothing to worry about because you're old enough to know better, but you can always talk to me, Harry. I mean it. I'm your godmother and it's high time I start acting like it.
I'm afraid I don't really have anything interesting to share. The summer can be quite boring for me — it's just myself and Dubh. Remus comes 'round a lot, but I think that's because he gets a free meal out of it.
There's a room here for you, y'know. When we were made godparents, Sirius demanded that you have your own room here because it was a 'necessity'. Personally I think it was just so he could get the chance to put the idea in your head that tying your dad's shoelaces together would be a good thing. It's lucky one-year-old Harry had little-to-no dexterity.
Write back soon with all the news! I could do with a little excitement.
All my love and best wishes,
You sign your name, tapping your quill against your chin thoughtfully as you read back over the letter.
P.S. If you hear anything from that daft dog will you please let me know? I've gotten no word and can't help but worry. Enjoy the photo!
You spend five minutes rummaging around for a photo, eventually landing on one of a young Lily smiling sheepishly, her cheeks rosy, clutching a copy of her potions textbook in her arms.
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Children run and crowd the platform at King's Cross, hugging parents and grimacing as their mothers press sloppy kisses to their cheeks. You push your own trunk and Dubh's crate through the crowd, finally managing to get onto the train and into your usual compartment in the Prefects' carriage.
You sit down with a sigh, taking out your books and doing what you usually do: touch up lesson plans. Then you pull out a fictional book, written in French, hoping to brush up on your skills in the language before the arrival of the Beauxbatons students.
This year, something big is happening at Hogwarts: the Triwizard Tournament. One of-age student from Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons is selected and the three participants compete in three tasks to win a grand prize of a thousand galleons. You're quite excited for it — especially to meet the new teachers from the other schools. It's something to look forward to!
After a while, you decide to get up and stretch your legs. You'll go for a walk down the train, maybe have a quick word with your seventh years and see how they're doing. Off you go, and luckily you do spot a gaggle of your seventh years in a compartment with the door open. Inside, you find Cedric Diggory, Molly Milvy, Elisa Catchweld and James Smith. All Hufflepuffs. They tell you about their summers, the holidays they went on, their hopes for this coming year, their worries about exams. Molly Milvy seems especially worried about her Astronomy exam, pulling out a thick textbook from her bag and flipping it open.
"I've just — Professor, how in Merlin's name do you analyse spectra? I just — I cannot wrap my head around it — "
You chuckle light-heartedly. "Oh, Ms Milvy, we'll cover it, don't you worry. I'll explain it all when we come to it."
"When will we come to it? I'm seriously just beginning to worry — "
You gently take the book from the blonde girl, closing it shut. "I'll make a note to get an early start on spectra with your class this year, and I'm happy to spend time going over it outside of class with you if needs be."
She smiles, some of the stress leaving her face. "Okay, okay. Thank you, Professor."
You glance at Cedric Diggory. Did his father tell him about you? If he did, he's not showing it. He's looking as friendly as he's always been. You nod and smile at the students, bidding them goodbye before continuing on your way down the train. You pass students, giving them all greeting smiles, before eventually you near a compartment, peering in the window and spotting Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting inside, chatting away amicably. You knock on the door, smiling when Hermione stands to open it.
"Professor!" She immediately starts to smooth her hair down in an effort to look more presentable and you chuckle at her antics.
"I hope you don't mind my interrupting," you say, and they all shake their heads. You slide the door closed behind you, wondering if you should sit down or not. No, maybe not. Surely they don't want their professor butting in like this. "Anyways, I'm just popping in to say hello...Harry, did you get my letter?"
Harry nods. "Oh, yeah, I did, thanks. I meant to send one back but it only arrived a few days ago, thought it best to just leave it 'til now..."
"Oh, that's fine. Nothing to worry about," you reply with a smile.
"Professor, I wanted to ask you something," Harry questions and you nod. "At the Cup, when the Dark Mark was conjured...do you think that means Voldemort is back?"
You bite your lip, shrugging. "Honestly? I don't know, Harry. But I do know that with Wormtail free to do whatever the hell he wants, it's best to keep your wits about you."
"Do you know who conjured it?"
You scoff. "Sure if I knew, don't you think I'd have said something that night? I haven't got a clue, I'm afraid."
There's a brief silence, and you nearly consider leaving them because you think you're boring them, but Ron asks you a question.
"How come you're not an animagus?"
You blink in surprise at him.
"Y'know, 'cause all the rest of them were."
Your legs are tired from standing and you decide to forego all previous worries and just sit yourself down next to your godson, smiling across at Ron.
"Oh, Ron, you think the boys would have let a girl in on their little tricks?" You chuckle. "They had their own little club of...animals, and none of the rest of us were supposed to know. Though I will say that they did choose a terrible spot to perform their little ritual."
"Ritual?" Harry asks curiously. You can spot the glow in his eyes at the prospect of hearing about his parents and godfather and it warms your heart to see.
"The animagus one," you answer. You look over at Hermione. "Hermione, I'm sure you know of this already — " the girl swells with pride, " — but the spell for becoming an animagus is incredibly complicated. First, you have to keep a mandrake leaf under your tongue for an entire month — Sirius found that one especially difficult — "
"Why?"
You laugh. "Well, one, because it's awful to eat and drink with that in...and two, because Sirius had a fondness for snogging every girl in the castle."
Hermione's eyes widen and her face flushes. Ron and Harry share a look as both jaws drop.
"What?"
You grin at their shocked faces. "Yes, Sirius was quite the ladies man back in his day. Couldn't keep him away from a pretty girl! Anyway, then the boys had to say this chant every day...oh, what was it? I can't remember — "
"Amato, animo, animato, animagus," Hermione says and you nod.
"Yes, that was it. Every sunrise and sundown, those boys were chanting that incantation. They had to make up this potion and drink it during a lightning storm. Which, took quite a while...but the night there finally was one, they went up to the Astronomy Tower, for ease of access or something, I guess. And well, I spent practically every night up there in the Tower and may have walked in during their transformation."
"Really?" Hermione says, engrossed in your story.
"Oh, yes. It was weird, honestly, going up there and seeing Remus standing around these three familiar-looking animals..." you smile, remembering the memory. "But that's it, really. I mean, I already knew Remus was a werewolf before that, and now I knew the rest of 'em were transforming into animals whenever they pleased! But to answer your question, Ron, I had missed the chance to become one, and I wasn't as committed as they were. Though I would love to see what animal I'd be...James used to joke that I'd be a sea urchin, but I reckon I'd be something cooler like...like, I don't know, a dragon."
The three laugh and you smile.
"So, Harry, have you heard anything from Sirius?" you say, worry knotting your gut.
Harry nods and you feel a wave of relief washing over you. "Yeah, I have. He sent me one a while ago, kind of at the beginning of summer? He — uh — he said he's fine. And well, I sent him one a few weeks ago, before the Cup — but I haven't gotten a reply yet."
You nod thoughtfully. "Alright, thank goodness. He — he can't send me letters, you see. The Ministry are monitoring our house."
"Wait, really?" Hermione says in surprise. "That's awful."
You shrug. "It's nothing I haven't had to deal with before. They just — they're desperate. Desperate to get something on me."
"But you've been proven innocent!" Hermione exclaims. "And Dumbledore trusts you. Surely that's enough for them?"
You shake your head grimly. "I'm afraid not. The public hates that Sirius managed to escape, and the Ministry are just hoping they'll catch me out on something and make everyone think they've done something worthwhile. It'd also be a good jab at Dumbledore because he trusts me — Fudge worries he wants to become the Minister of Magic. Not that I think Dumbledore has even the tiniest shred of interest in that position anyway."
"Why wouldn't he want to be the Minister of Magic?" Ron asks incredulously, scoffing.
"He says it's because he has everything here, at Hogwarts," you say with a shrug, before adding with a small smile, "but if you ask me, I think it's because when you have control over everything like that, you don't have to fight for anything. Dumbledore likes that fight."
You roll your jumper's sleeves up, sighing. You should probably get going. Someone might accuse you of favouritism, sitting here with these three. Which...wouldn't be wrong, of course, but still not a great look for you. Hermione lets out a small gasp, looking at your forearm. You follow her gaze, landing on a tattoo.
"What's that for, Professor?" She asks curiously. Ron and Harry both lean forward to get a better look. It's that same painting of the pottery that Remus did for you, now permanently etched onto your skin. It's a jug, a plate and two cups. Upon the jug, is a pair of antlers, and on the plate, a lily flower.
You smile fondly, brushing over the art with your fingers. "It's pottery. Y'know, for the Potters..." you smile over at Harry. "There's Lily and there's James." You point to their symbols respectively. "S'pose I'll have to get another for you, eh, Harry? Wonder what it'd be."
He beams back at you, like it's the greatest honour in the world. The corners of his eyes crease behind his glasses.
You stand with a sigh, brushing over your jumper and pulling the sleeves back down over your tattoo. Not your only tattoo, by the way. There's another much bigger one on your back, but that's a story for another day.
"Well, I best be off," you say. "I'll see you all at dinner."
With that, you leave the compartment, slipping down the corridor again. You glance over your shoulders to see Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle standing at their compartment doorway, a jeering sneer on Draco's face.
Ah, teenage drama. Happens to us all.
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The Great Hall is alive with great chatter and excitement. Inside, students buzz with anticipation, yapping away to each other as they reunite. You sit yourself down at the staff table, greeting everyone after the holidays. There's an empty seat beside you, Minerva's usual spot. On your left, sits the tiny Professor Flitwick, who greets you cheerfully.
"Hello!"
"Hello, Filius!" you chirp back, smiling at him.
Hagrid is of course, busy with the first years, battling their way across the Black Lake. Minerva, you saw, is busy supervising the drying of the Entrance Hall floor — which had previously been assaulted by Peeves' water balloons.
You glance down the table, wondering who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is. You scan and scan for a new face, but are stuck with Severus Snape's ugly scowl as your eyes meet. You wave condescendingly at him, bending your fingers like you're waving goodbye to a little toddler. His nostrils flare and he looks away from you. Poor baby. Holding onto that grudge against Sirius all these years, he must have an awful dull life.
Professor Dumbledore sits in the middle, smiling contentedly out at the students as you all wait for the first-years to arrive. Professor Sprout sits on the other side of Flitwick. You like Pomona Sprout — she's that kind of funny and friendly woman who won't take any bullshit. It's great.
"Pomona, long time no see!" You say, leaning to talk to her while Flitwick charms his spectacles to dance on the table for his enjoyment. He claps his hands excitedly, ignoring the two of you.
"Aye, that'd be right!" She exclaims heartily. "By Godric, you wouldn't see such rain if you prayed for it! I was absolutely drowneded outside!"
You chuckle, choosing not to correct her use of 'drowneded'. "Honestly! I had to use about three drying spells before coming in here. Madness."
No sooner have the words left your mouth than the doors of the Great Hall swing open and Minerva strides through, leading a trail of young first-years behind her. They're positively drenched, shivering from head to toe with the cold. There must have been no time to dry them off, you suppose. One young lad is covered in a large mass of fabric, one you recognise as Hagrid's moleskin overcoat. He's practically swimming in the massive piece of clothing, his head just barely poking out from the top of it.
The first-years look around in wonderment, gazing up at the sky, looking nervously out at all the older students, looking back at the teachers. You smile and wave at the ones who look at you, hoping to ease their nerves a little bit.
Minerva places the Sorting Hat on a three legged stool before the first-years and you suppress a groan.
A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen,
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts school began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still they did divide
Their favourites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!
The Great Hall erupts into applause and you applaud too, thankful that it's over. Truth be told, you think the sorting is a whole load of hogwash. No one person is just cunning, no one person is just intelligent...it makes no sense. You like to think that though you were placed in Gryffindor, you were a sort of Jack-of-all-trades. Kind, clever, cunning and brave. Of course, you know that perhaps you're setting yourself too high...but who doesn't have a fantasy?
The Sorting begins, and you drum your fingers on the table in front of you. Thirty-three years old and you feel just as impatient as the other students do, desperately hoping for Minerva to hurry it up a little. You can feel your stomach gargling loudly, glancing around to see if anyone noticed. Sprout did, and she's nodding bleakly at you as though she feels your pain.
This is the one thing you don't like about the feast — the lack of one while you wait for the Sorting to finish. Sometimes, you try and use your intuition to guess what house they're going to get. A young girl hops up onto the stool, and Minerva places the hat on her head.
Ravenclaw, for sure.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Yeah, well, I was going to say that.
Time drags on and on, and you're seriously starting to consider taking a chomp out of the wooden table in front of you. If you squint just right...it looks like a bar of Honeyduke's chocolate.
But thankfully, it seems you won't have to go that far, because Minerva finally plucks the hat from the stool once the last student has been sorted and carries both the stool and the hat out.
Dumbledore stands, arms opened wide in welcome. "I have only two words to say to you," he tells you, his deep voice booming around the hall, "Tuck in."
And tuck in you do. You eat to your heart's content, glad to finally be rid of the rumbling in your tummy. You clink your goblets against Sprout and Flitwick's cheerfully, beaming when Minerva finally joins you at the table, huffing something about Peeves and his antics.
Finally, when the last of the desserts have been cleared and plates have been licked clean, Dumbledore gets to his feet again. Wondrously, the buzz of chatter ceased almost at once, everyone turning to listen to what he's going to say. You wish you had that kind of power over a room.
"So!" he says, smiling around at everyone. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention while I give out a few notices."
"Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden in the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four-hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr Filch's office, if anyone would like to check it."
Filch is standing down the bottom of the hall, eyes flitting about the hall suspiciously. He lands on the Weasley twins and gives them a dark look — you expect he hopes to really catch them out this year. Not a chance.
"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is strictly out-of-bounds to all students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all those below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."
Now this sets the students off. There is loud whispering and muttering, a few outbursts of 'What?'
"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy — but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts — "
At that moment, there's a deafening roll of thunder and the doors to the Great Hall bang open.
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Springtime Naps
She had forgotten how much she enjoyed sitting in the grass, appreciating the earth around her. Spring was in full bloom, with flowers coloring the fields and the cloudless sky giving her a perfect view of the village, of her home. Sighing happily, Kagome leaned back on her hands, aware of soft footsteps approaching behind her, his aura caressing hers in a loving way.
“Whatcha doin’ up here by yourself, wife?”
“Just admiring the view.”
He didn’t say anything, just merely collapsed to the ground beside her and snuggled his way into her, his head perched on her thigh. While this particular position wasn’t new to them, Inuyasha having done so outside of their home was. Running her fingers through his silver locks, she thought back on the last year, the year she returned to the place she now considered home.
It was late into last spring when the well reopened and she was married to Inuyasha by the end of the summer, taking the time to build a home together. The image of her husband cursing up a storm when he clipped his finger as he hammered down the roof, made her giggle.
“Oi, what’s so funny?” His deep voice pulled her from the memory, Inuyasha pulling her fingers from his hair to intertwine his own with hers.
“I was just thinking about the past year, particularly when we built our home and you being on the roof.”
“You were laughing because I kept hurting myself with that damned hammer.” he wasn’t angry at her, but the faint blush of his cheek told her he was still slightly embarrassed at reacting the way he did by the time the roof was finished. He all but flung the hammer into the woods and somehow managed to hit Miroku as he was walking down the path towards their home. Sango almost beheaded Inuyasha for knocking her husband out when he was supposed to be helping her deep clean their home. That had been a day to remember.
“It’s amazing how many hits Miroku has gotten over the years and he’s still the same, just like my favorite hanyou.” She teased him, leaning down to place a quick peck to his warm cheek.
“Favorite? You only know two other hanyou. I don’t think that’s a good enough title.”
“How about my favorite husband?”
“Now you’re gonna get it.” Using his youkai speed, he managed to flip their positions, so her head now settled in his lap and his fingers danced along her side, making Kagome squeal. Begging for him to stop, he repeated her action from earlier and placed a kiss to her cheek, his happiness contagious. Her yawn snuck up on her, causing Inuyasha to chuckle as he shifted his leg once more, making her as comfortable as possible.
Closing her eyes, basking in the sun's warmth, she felt him recline his body, their hands somehow still intertwined as if it were their lifeline.
The last thing Kagome thought before she fell into a light doze was the quick prayer to whatever kami was listening that they would have peaceful springtime naps together for the rest of their lives.
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Before | 3. we could live quite happily
A Woman Story
Rating: Mature
Warnings: fluff and happiness
Notes: Thank you @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for reminding me this added something to the story even if I felt like "nothing really happened"
Words: 1167
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“What kind of flowers do you want?”
“Gabe, we’re getting married in November, there’s not going to be any flowers.” You roll your eyes, scraping the last remnants from the salad Gabe brought you for lunch.
“Mrs. Bleeker always has potted flowers.”
“Oh yes, walking down the aisle with a three-foot potted plant is such a good idea.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Your fiancé rolls his eyes. “Do you not want flowers?”
You laugh. “Gabe, I just wanna marry you.”
“You don’t have any dreams for your wedding?”
“First off, it’s our wedding. Secondly, any dreams I had of my wedding day went down the drain a long time ago.”
“What was your dream?” Gabe leans across the table with an award-winning smile, the one that makes you feel half your age.
His eyes sparkle under the clinic lights. He’s ready to make some big fanciful daydream and drag you into it. You wonder how he’s kept that approach to life all these years, always building some new world to escape to, figuring out what he could pull from those into yours. It’s one of the things you love about him.
“I’m not playing this game right now. We have work to do before the doc gets back.”
You had a doctor wander into Jackson about 6 months ago. Since getting the damn working and electricity restored to Jackson, you and he work on getting the old clinic cleaned up. The wall expansion is almost complete, making it worth everyone’s while to invest in cleaning up the shops and buildings, including the old clinic. Gabe is helping, or supposed to be helping. You have a feeling he’s more interested in wedding planning.
“Come on, Doleful. We can do both.”
You grab a bucket, refilling it with warm soapy water. “You know, one would think calling your fiancée Doleful is a good way to end up without one.”
Doleful, you’ve grown oddly fond of the nickname. It reminds you of who you were when you met him and how far you’ve come. It’s a part of Gabe’s magical imagination. It’s how he stays connected to them, the family he lost on outbreak day.
He kisses your cheek. “Well, you sure as hell ain’t Wistful.”
You splash water at him. He laughs and you can’t help the smile overtaking your face. “Oh? Is that the 9th dwarf who never was?”
“No, it was the 10th,” he winks.
You roll your eyes as the two of you settle into silence wiping years of dust and grime from the shelves with lye soap.
Your brain sits with Gabe’s words. Try as you might to keep it at bay, the wedding you always thought you’d have drifts into your brain.
“Maybe it’s a southern thing…”
Gabe stops his work, turning to face you. You keep your eyes glued to your task.
“But I always pictured getting married in a field somewhere with tall grass or wildflowers or something all around.” You shrug. “Something real simple.”
Gabe beams back at you and you roll your eyes. “We could wait until summer if you wanted-“
“No,” you say quickly. Gabe furrows his brow. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
He kisses you. “Good. Neither do I.”
“Then why did you offer?”
“Because that’s the one thing you’ve told me you wanted.”
“Not true. I said I wanted Maria to officiate.”
“That doesn’t count and you know it.” He crosses his arms. “She officiates all the weddings.”
He wasn’t wrong. There had been a surprising amount of matrimony since the group settled in Jackson 3 years ago.
“But she’s my best friend.”
“Fine, you win.” Gabe kisses you.
“Practicing for marriage, Gabe?” Maria enters the clinic with someone hot on her heels.
“You know it.” Gabe smiles, ever the charmer. You can’t help but smile. That’s your man.
Gabe stretches his hand to the newcomer, making the introduction before Maria can. “Gabe Rowland.”
There’s something familiar about him. You try to recall where you’ve seen him before.
“Tommy Miller.” He shakes Gabe’s hand and it clicks.
“Holy shit.” You say.
Three sets of eyes snap to you. You see the recognition in his, but he hasn’t placed you.”
Gabe introduces you to him. “My fiancée.”
“You’re Sarah’s uncle.”
Tommy’s eyes furrow. “Haven’t been called that in a long time.” He cocks his head to the side. The implications set a pit in your stomach. It’s not hard to assume the reason. Your name plays off his lips. “Wait a second-“
“You two know each other?” Maria asks.
“You were Sarah’s babysitter.”
“And you were the reason I made it through college debt-free. Joel always paid me extra when he had to bail you out of county lockup in the middle of the night.”
Maria’s eyes snap back to Tommy. You see the former assistant DA in her come out. “Should I be worried about him?”
Tommy looks a little worried like you hold his fate in his hands as he remembers all the times he teased you in Joel’s kitchen. “He’s good, Maria. No worries. Might be able to help with the wall. He was a contractor in his former life
Maria relaxes, looking Tommy up and down. “Good, I like knowing I made the right call.”
Tommy’s hardly aged. A few more wrinkles but there’s not a streak of gray in his jet-black hair, still cut at the same length from 15 years ago. You want to ask him about Sarah and Joel, but you can’t. Everyone lost people. No one likes to talk about it.
“Gabe,” Maria says. “Will you finish showing Tommy around? I need to steal your fiancée for a little bit.”
“Of course.” Gabe kisses your head. “Come on, Tommy, you look like you could use a drink. Maybe I can get some stories out of you about my fiancée.”
“I got plenty.” Tommy grins.
You shake your head as they leave, curiosity piquing as you follow Maria’s eye line right to Tommy.
“Those two are gonna be trouble together,” you say.
“What makes you think that?”
“Tommy was 10 times the troublemaker Gabe is. Somehow, I don’t think that’s changed.”
Maria raises an eyebrow. “As long as he does his share.”
“Are you a part of his share?”
Maria’s eyes snap back to you, narrowing. You bite back a giggle, smile overtaking your face.
“You know I miss when you didn’t laugh and smile like a schoolgirl.”
“You do not.” You wave her off. “You’re just mad I clocked it so fast.”
“I’ll remind you, I won a nice scarf the night you left the dance with Gabe.”
“I assure you, I stayed much warmer,” You stick your tongue out at her. A little childish for sure, but happy nonetheless. “Looks better on you than it ever did on Rachel anyway.”
Maria's stern expression eases up. You can tell she’s biting back laughter. “Not a word, okay? To anyone.”
“My lips are sealed.”
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Cruel Summer; Part 1
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader
Summary: The reader comes in from out of town to OBX with her family when she bumps into JJ (quite literally) at a party which spurs an awkward family bathroom situation and a 'get to know you' conversation.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Flirting, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of family death.
Song: "Bellyache" by Billie Eilish
A/n: This fic, by the time I post it, will have been two months in the making. I've been planning and writing it for about a month and I'm so happy that @tee-swizzle helped fuel the fire behind my passion for this character! I hope you guys love it, this is part 1 of 5.
The Outerbanks has always been like a fever dream.
Warm amber skies, pristine blue ocean waves, green grass and flowering trees, seemingly perfect people.
It seems that the tourists and the natives are all on the same page, just different parts of town come with different responsibilities and different roles in the socioeconomic hierarchy of the island. Some people get up to go to work their asses off all day, fishing, selling, participating in good, honest blue collar work; but others are trust fund babies, people who hit it rich and decided to buy a big fancy boat and a big luxurious house right on the water. Both are lucky to live there but there’s downsides to each, I’m sure.
My family is… different.
My grandmother was a family woman. She and my grandfather would chalk up the money to take us to Outerbanks once a year, sometimes every other year depending on if money was tight. My grandfather worked with gears- creating and selling them- and he owned his own business and made an honest living so he was proud to spend it on his family for a nice vacation with his wife and loved ones.
There were about twelve of us at the time; we’d all pack up our things and make the long journey down to the island with bright smiles on our faces and excitement bubbling in our veins. It was exciting- it was all I looked forward to as a child when school would come to an end in June. I just knew that if I counted down, made the two month paper chain, we would soon venture down to Nags Head to kick back for a few weeks.
When my grandfather died, the family went their separate ways and we didn’t go back on our little adventure for nearly a decade. It was heartbreaking to see my grandmother not even want to touch any of the money the love of her life left behind, money he wanted us to spend on spending time together in his favorite place, but it was just too much for her. And when she died and left a ton of money to my mom and stepdad, we knew exactly what we had to do to make both of them proud.
We had a trip booked within a month after the funeral, planning to spread both of their ashes in their favorite places on the anniversaries of both of their deaths, which just happened to be one day apart by a decade.
Since we’ve been back we’ve done just that, scattered their ashes (with permission of course) and celebrated their lives as a family; just me, my sister Katie, my mom and step dad, all together under one roof. We’ve played games, gone shopping, gone to the beach (obviously) and overall just had a great time like we would’ve when Katie and I were younger. There is this lingering sadness, it’s no longer a group of us, we’re no longer being corralled by my grandma and grandfather and I kept help but sense this silence that just swarms around us which makes the blue skies look a little darker, the waves a little more violent and the heat a bit more harsh.
“Are you having fun?” Katie yells loudly over the booming music, long hair whipping in her face as the beach wind blows against us, sending shivers down my spine. I should’ve brought a sweater.
“Yeah, I’m having fun! Just thinking about how grandma and grandpa would not approve of us getting drunk under the age of twenty one with a bunch of people we don’t know.” Katie’s head tossed back in laughter as she grabs my hands in hers, urging me to sway with her to the music and I let her with a defeated smile. “Like it’s not exactly the safest thing to do.” She gives me a tired, deadpanned look and she reaches out to smack at my arm, disapproving of my caution that I always seem to be stuck with, even in situations like this where I’m supposed to be relaxing and letting loose.
“At least we’re not like the rest of our family, they barely go on any vacations anymore- they’re practically hermits.” I chuckle, letting her twirl me under her arm as my skirt flows in the wind. She’s not exactly wrong- there are pictures all over social media of their bland life, going to their nine-to-fives before coming home and drinking themselves into a stupor. I think that’s called depression but we’re not for technicalities in this family. “Gran and gram would be happy we’re living.” I smile foldly at her with a firm nod, knowing that my grandma would’ve loved the women that my sister and I turned into. We’re free spirits, just like her, taking leaps, smiling at strangers (especially those who are rude or mean), and we’re trying our best to carry on her legacy the best we can, with each other.
“You’re right.” I fall into her arms, wrapping mine around her in a tight hug as she lets a sigh of relief escape her lips. “Oh that note, wanna do shots?” I ask, pulling a squeal of excitement out of her as she begins to jump up and down, clapping her hands like an excited child.
“Now we’re talking!” She cheers, dragging in glances from those close to us and I feel my cheeks growing warmer at the unwanted but earned attention. “I’ve trained you well, young Skywalker.” She yells as I walk away, my eyes rolling at her overall silliness.
I sift through the crowd of people, bumping into teens left and right as I try not to stumble onto my ass, and I can see the bar in sight. So close yet so far. There’s about twenty feet of sand and young adults between me and the bar and I can practically feel the cold steel but before I reach it, I feel a cold substance dump down the front of my shirt and a mess of blond hair in front of me.
“Oh my god, fuck-“ I look up at to see a blue eyed boy, probably my age, standing, shocked, in front of me with a wide eyed look on his face, cheeks reddening in embarrassment as he looks square at my chest, or more at the red drink he just dumped down my bra. “You came out of nowhere.” Definitely should’ve brought a sweater. I’m still standing, surprised, looking at him with wide eyes as I try to think of what to say but nothing can come up but curse words.
“I’m sorry, shit!” I take a step away from him, going to escape and to deal with my awkward embarrassment elsewhere but the attractive stranger reaches out to wrap his fingers around my wrist seamlessly, pulling me back towards him as I gasp, hitting his chest with a firm thud. His eyes are kind and soft, hand reaching up in surrender to show me that he means no harm and, for some reason, I choose to believe him.
“Woah, woah woah- not so fast.” He nods in the direction of the bathrooms, silently offering to help me with the mess that he made and I take a leap of faith, nodding my head, allowing him to lead me hand in hand towards the bathrooms, away from the bar and my sister and the rest of civilization. Alone with a cute, random stranger… Maybe not the best idea to wander off with a random guy at a party but there’s something about him that just makes him so easy to trust.
“It’s fine, seriously, I’ll just go clean it off.” I call out to him as the noise from the party dies down and I jog ahead so I can turn around to look back at him with a shrug but he just looks down at my shirt and frowns.
“Let me help. I feel like a dick.” He pouts, reaching past me to hold the door open to the family restroom and I take one more look back at the party and, when I see Katie talking to a handsome guy, I decide to go ahead and step under the cute stranger’s arm into the bathroom without any questions. I hoist myself up into the vanity with a sigh, head thumping back against the mirror as I avoid looking at my ruined shirt, wondering how I’m supposed to clean up a red stain this big and have it actually come clean. “It’s my friend's drink anyway so I don’t care. I’ll get a new one when I come back from helping you clean up.”
“My knight in not so shining armor.” I laugh nervously with a gentle blush, watching him pull a few paper towels out of the dispenser before handing them to me and I try to wipe it off but to no avail, the red drink seeping further into my tan shirt with every wipe without care and I look up at the blonde with a frown. He looks nervous, biting at his lip as he watches me rub at the cotton.
“You know it.” He laughs awkwardly, taking the paper towels from me, wetting them before handing them back to me. “What’s your name?” He asks finally, leaning up against the wall in front of me, kicking his leg back to rest on the tile with a dopey smile on his face.
“Y/n. Yours?”
“JJ Maybank.” How cute. It matches him perfectly, his baby blue eyes and soft blonde hair- the fact that he’s so tall and handsome as hell- like a prince from a Disney Princess movie. Or maybe he’s more like the boy that the Princess falls in love with because he’s not a prince.
“Nice to meet you, JJ Maybank.” I hold my hand out to him which he takes almost immediately, shaking it sternly with a bright, pretty smile on his lips. “Wish we could’ve met in different circumstances.”
“Nah, spilling a drink on a pretty girl is sort of par-for-the-course for me.” He blushes, reaching up to rub bashfully at the back of his neck, bicep tensing breathtakingly, and my brows pinch together in a teasing look of confusion, head tilting at him.
“Oh you have a habit of doing it?” I ask with a snicker, watching his face pale, his finger raising to point at me, stopping me before I can get the wrong idea.
“That’s not what I meant.” I giggle, slapping a hand over my mouth as he scoffs, reaching out to slap my knee. “Oh, so you’re funny?” He smiles sarcastically as he sends me a dramatic eye roll.
After a few seconds of silence, both of our eyes flicker down to my shirt once more to address the elephant in the room and we both wonder for a moment as to how we can clean my shirt or find another one in the meantime. It isn’t until JJ’s pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it in my direction that I realize what his idea is. My jaw drops as I look down at the shirt in my lap, not appalled at all but instead incredibly more attracted to him. How chivalrous.
“Take it.” He offers with flushed cheeks, leaning against the cold wall as I fight the urge to drift my eyes lower, seeing obvious and apparent abs in my peripheral vision as I desperately keep my gaze on his face.
Fuck me, please.
“Really?” I ask hesitantly, not sure if I should really just be taking a random person's shirt but I guess if it’s just out of the kindness of his own heart then… sure. He spins around on his heels, subtly offering me privacy as I slip out of my ruined shirt before throwing on his t-shirt that is definitely way too big on him which means it’s practically a dress on me.
“Yeah, it’s not shocking for me to be lacking a shirt.” His head tilts back so he can stare at the ceiling with a chuckle and- I watch him, the way his jaw elongates into an michelangelo type curve, his shoulders, his back- he’s just sculpted- after a few moments, I give him the okay to turn around. His pupils seem to dilate in size the minute he sets eyes on me, and I can feel myself flushing just from his heated gaze. Stupid boys and their hormones.
“So you’re from here? Obviously, that was a stupid question.” I scoff at myself, reaching up to facepalm but he reaches out, fingers wrapping around my wrist to stop me with a bright smile, almost asking ‘how could you tell?’ He takes a step towards me, almost stepping fully between my legs and I suck in a breath, trying my best to remember to breathe when all I want to do is just-
“Home sweet home, born and raised a pogue on the cut.” He shrugs proudly, arms fanning out as he bows dramatically and I give him a big round of applause which pulls a hearty laugh from him.
“I just learned that term not too long ago.”
“I was testing you, to see if you knew it. Most tourists don’t.” How could he tell I was a tourist? He winks, reaching out to pat the side of my thigh as he hops up onto the counter beside me, thigh pressing against mine and I suck in a much needed breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. What am I, twelve? Why can’t I just talk to this guy?
“We’ll I’ve been here a lot since I was younger so-”
“Honorary Kook.” He tips his hat to me with a shit eating smirk and he knocks me with his shoulder.
“Not a Kook.” I start but he cuts me off with the clicking of his tongue in a playful tut.
“You sort of look like one.” He sighs and, though I can’t completely tell if it’s a compliment, the way he looks me over, getting a good look before meeting my gaze, makes me realize he meant it in all the best ways. “Nice, expensive clothes, hell you can pay for the rental houses down here- that’s impressive.”
“I’m here with my family.” I huff, acting like that makes it any different but it doesn’t.
“Ah, a family of Kooks.” He says in a singsong voice but decides to cut me some slack by switching the subject after a moment of my defeated smiling. “Is that your sister you were with?”
“You were watching me prior to spilling a drink down my shirt?” I gasp, feigning shock as I press a hand to my chest, eyes widening at him as he suddenly flushes, face paling at his accidental confession and he nervously pulls his cap off to run a hand through his messy hair.
“That gave me away didn’t it?” He whispers with an awkward smile.
“Cutely, it did.” He laughs as I nudge him with my elbow, unable to maintain eye contact with him out of fear that I’ll explode from how damn cute he is. He’s so frustratingly handsome and funny and sexy- woah.
“How long are you down here for?”
“Three weeks. We got here a few days ago.” I offer, knowing exactly why he’s asking me and I feel overwhelmed with a new sense of excitement regarding this whole trip. Katie is going to hate me for abandoning her but she’ll understand when she sees him.
“Damn, well…” He pauses, hopping down from the counter and his bashful gaze stays focused on the ground. “Plenty of time for us to bump into each other huh?” His flirtatious offer makes me grin ten times wider, watching his hand reach out to take mine in his, pulling me back into him before I can escape from him, return to the party and not see him for the rest of the night.
But after this interaction, I’ll look for him everywhere I go while I’m on this trip.
“Guess so.” I smirk softly, reaching out to pat his shoulder with my free hand, not ignoring the dense, toned muscle beneath my fingertips. “You’re slick, I’ll give you that.” I laugh bashfully, looking down at his hand that still holds mine as I allow him to walk us towards the party. His thumb brushes gently across mine and I don’t miss the protective gaze in his eyes as he looks around, making sure we’re not only safe but that no one is giving us any eyes for us leaving the bathroom, him lacking a shirt and me gaining one. I can only imagine how this looks.
“I am a self proclaimed ladies man.”
“Self proclaimed huh?” I ask, brows pulling together teasingly. “I’ll back that up then.” He smiles excitedly then leans in towards me, lips brushing against the shell of my ear and I nearly trip over my damn feet at the feeling.
“I’m going to need to record you agreeing to that.” He whispers and I burst out in laughter, head tipping back as we reach the bar, his hand finally leaving mine, cold and empty, at my side.
“Hey JJ!” A pretty girl appears at our right about ten feet away and JJ pales and gives me an awkward smile before flagging the bartender down, ordering a quick drink before giving me his undivided attention once more.
“Shit I gotta go. Kie was expecting that drink like twenty minutes ago. Baby gets grumpy without her bottle.” He pouts playfully and I chuckle before motioning in her direction, feeling an evident pit in the bottom of my stomach at the thought of him possibly being taken.
“Girlfriend?” I ask nervously but he shakes his head with a wicked, devilish grin.
“Single.” He nods sternly, head tilting cutely at me as he asks, “boyfriend?”
“Also single.” I shrug, backing away from him slowly as he processes the new information, eyes swimming with mischievous ideas already.
“Alright… See you around Kook!” He sends me a polite tip of his hat with a teasing smile and, in return, I send him my middle finger and a wink.
“Not a Kook!"
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Summertime Sadness ˋ♡ˊ
request here! make sure you check out @alewesker version of this song here as well!
based on Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey
gn!reader (no use of Y/N)
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: tad angst/happy ending, other than that none!!
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The air was warm, the humidity was making your skin sticky as you leaned back onto your hands on the grassy hill. Phillip’s hands grazed yours as he leaned back to join you. Although you two had been dating since freshman year, there was a new awkwardness between you both tonight as the sun set over the hills.
“Did you get in?” his voice just barely above a whisper as he tilted his head to face you. Your fingers picked at the grass trying to avoid his eyes. Phillip, making this impossible, snuck his finger under your chin and lifted your head up to face him. “I won't be mad, promise,” he smiled trying to reassure you. You lifted your hips slightly pulling an envelope out of your back pocket and handing it to him. Your eyes dropped almost immediately, too scared to see his reaction.
You were already well aware you were accepted and with a great scholarship too. It was too good to pass up. Phillip’s eyes scanned the envelope and unfolded it, you can see his eyes skimming across the words. “Babe, this is amazing, congrats,” his hand dropped to your thigh giving it a tight squeeze. “Are you going?”
“I think so,”
“Oh, okay,” he paused to think for a moment, “We can meet up on the weekends, and you can maybe visit me or I can visit you when I get a chance… I’m not sure how lenient the military is but we can make it work,” he rambled on.
“Phil,”
“Plus we have all of summer, and then the holidays too,”
“Phillip,” you said a bit louder to get him to stop. He looked up, catching your eyes, he knew what was coming. You both did. “It’s too much for us, it’s too much for me,”
“We can make it work,”
“I’ll be halfway across the country, and you’re going into the military,” you huffed out, “I won't even be able to text you about my day, I can't do that,” tears brimmed your eyes as you thought about the idea.
“Hey don't cry beautiful,” despite the single tear rolling down his cheek, he offered a smile. “We’ll find each other again, yeah?” This time you were unable to answer as a steady stream of tears flowed down your cheeks. Phillip pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly and placing a small kiss on your forehead.
The two of you lay on the grassy hill way past the sunset, the sky littered with stars and pale moonlight lit up the surrounding area. “We should probably head home,” you mumbled into his chest as you snuggled closer trying to savor the moment.
“Just a few more minutes please,” Phillip whispered back, his hand lightly stroking your hair as he looked up at the sky. Time passed and you both finally decided it was time to go, which meant it was time to say goodbye. Phillip helped you up off the grass and pulled you in for one last hug. “See you soon yeah?”, you nodded despite not knowing when soon was. He pulled you in, giving you a final kiss goodbye before you both went your separate ways.
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It had been years since Phillip Graves had crossed your mind, a high school boyfriend long forgotten along with your childhood. That was until you were back home visiting your parents and running some errands when you saw a vaguely familiar blonde-headed man in the store.
Your stomach churned at the idea of seeing him again, not that things ended badly, but the nerves of seeing the man everyone thought you were going to marry in person again. In an attempt to avoid him, you wove through the aisles and kept your head down. Hoping you lost him you stopped at the produce section, skimming through the apples trying to pick the best one.
“Well look who it is,” the southern drawl burned your ears as you flinched lightly at the sound. Your attempt of going unnoticed massively failed as he seemed to find you.
“Phillip, hi,” you smiled politely, unsure how to act. He carried a small basket as he smiled back at you.
Phillip Graves looked good, better than you remember him looking. He sported a blue button-up, rolled up to his elbows, and the perfect shade of dark blue jeans. His dirty blonde hair was styled in a way to make it look like he didn't care, but you knew he did. The longer you looked, taking in the older Phillip, the more you noticed. The current standout was the long scar that stretched from his ear to his cheek. Always the fighter you thought to yourself.
“You look…” he drifted off trying to find the words, “Amazin’ wow,”
“You too Phil, you look great. How have you been? Still in the military, I presume?”
“Oh you know it doll,” he chuckled as he let the pet name roll off his tongue, just like old times. You felt your face heat up as he continued on. “Been good I guess, better now that I’m seein’ you. Whaddya doin’ back home?” he rubbed his jaw as he spoke.
“Just visiting my parents, had to run some errands for them,” you shrugged as you motioned towards the cart filled with groceries.
“Tell them I said ‘hi’ won't ya,”
“I will, I’m sure they'd love to hear from you,”
You both let out a small chuckle before silence fell between the two of you again. Phillip’s eyes soften as he gave you a sympathetic smile, almost as sorry for not keeping in touch all these years. Returning the smile, your eyes darted to the ground as you felt tears forming. Quickly you tried to dry your eyes before any of the tears could escape.
“Hey, hey,” Phillip walked closer to you, rubbing your shoulder. “It’s okay, I'm here. What's wrong?”
“It’s nothing, I’m just being silly,” you tried to laugh it off but you forgot how well he knew you. It was almost as if you were back on that grassy hill as Phillip snuck his fingers under your chin, lifting your head up to face him. Those damn blue eyes were always able to ground you, no matter how upset you were.
“You can tell me,” his voice was soft as if you two were the only ones around.
“Phil, we’re in a grocery store,” as his hand dropped from your face you were quick to react, grabbing it and giving it a light squeeze. “I’m okay, promise. Just happy to see you is all,”
“I want to say I believe you darlin’ but I just can't,” he chuckled, squeezing your hand back. He paused for a moment before speaking again, still holding your hand. “How ‘bout this, let’s get dinner, catch up? Not in the grocery store,”
“I would like that very much,”
“Then it’s a date,” he lifted your hand up placing a small kiss to the back of it, “I’ll pick you up at 8,”
“I’ll see you then Phillip Graves,”
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૮꒰ ྀི◜๑◝ ꒱ა 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐟𝐟 ♡ 18+
*𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕.*
✩✩𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: <<𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡, 𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩
✩𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔：Niki!bff x Reader (female)
☆𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒： Romance / Adventure / Fluff
☆𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡：2,849 ~ part 2
☆𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦：𝐈𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐠.
🎀 (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ ~🍦 🍧 🍨 ~ ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ ✧ (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) 🎀
It was a hot summer day, the only thing that kept you from melting was the shade provided by the gigantic oak trees accompanied by the occasional cool breeze. You and Niki decided to spend the day relaxing in city park.
In an attempt to prepare for the day in the heat you stopped at an ice cream stand to buy character themed popsicles.
"How're y'all lovebirds doin' today?" the friendly elderly man running the stand asked upon seeing the two of you. He a wore blue and white pin-striped shirt with a gold name tag reading "Andy." You couldn't help but to chuckle a bit at his remark before voicing your request.
"I'll have one of the Bratz character popsicles." "Okey dokey. And what'll it be for you young man?" "I'd like a SpongeBob one." Niki replied as he reached into his pocket. "Alrighty. That'll be $5."
Niki pulled out a $5 bill from his wallet and handed it to the man through the window. Andy, the old man in carge of the stand, handed the two of you your sweet frozen treats before flashing a warm smile. "Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy y'alls treats," he waved. You both bowed and headed over to a clearing in the park.
"Thanks for paying." you said as you plopped down on the ground. "Well you paid for the snacks last time so it's only fair," he said tearing open the packaging. "Hey, look! It's your twin," you laughed as Niki pulled out a cross-eyed SpongeBob.
"Haha. Very funny," Niki's tone was drenched in sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. "But I'd rather look like a cross-eyed block of cheese than a blonde blow-up doll."
"Oh my god, whatever," you scoffed before throwing up your middle finger as you continued to enjoy your popsicle. Niki burst out into laughter as he successfully annoyed the hell out of you.
"Have you thought of what we should do yet?" Niki asked after the two of you finished your snack. "What we should do about what?" "Don't you remember how we talked about making a little extra money." “Oh, right.” “Soooo?” “Soooo what? I’m not the only one responsible for thinking y’know.” “Well i sure as hell got nothing.” Niki said before laying on the cool grass.
“You could always start up an OnlyFans or stream on discord or whatever. I’ll play for you since you honestly can’t game for shit. All you have to do is look pretty and pretend. I’ll do all the leg work,” he continued. “Are you fucking kidding me?! I am NOT degrading myself for money. How about you do it.” “I would if I were a girl. Guys are so desperate. That’s easy money.” “What the hell? You’re still a minor.” “Only until December 9th, after that, it’s payday. And if I started a fan base now they’d be so fucking eager for my 18th birthday I’d probably get a cash advance.” “You’re sick,” you said shaking your head. “No. I’m just trying to make money.” “Well we’re not doing that.” “Hmm…fine. At least I had an idea.”
“Wait! I got it!” “Got what?” “I know what we could do to earn extra money,” you beamed. “Okay, soooo…” “We should start a babysitting business.” “Oh hell no! I am NOT degrading myself to be a butt-wiping, story-reading, preschool pimp!”
*Ring, Ring*
About a week after that day in the park, you and Niki created your rookie-business. You had a friend working on a website, but for now you ran it through Instagram. With your experiences caring for your cousins, this was gonna be a piece of cake.
*Ring, Ring*
“Hello. Thank you for calling The Drop Stop. How may we be of service to you today,” you answered the phone smiling as Niki rolled his eyes.
"Hello. Sorry for calling at the last minute, but is it possible for you to watch my kid on Friday?" "No problem, ma'am. I just need your child's name and age along with a picture of the child. And I'll need the same information from you as well as a picture of your drivers license." "Okay, you can call me Valerie. And should I send the rest of my information through a text or an email?" "You can send it either way you like. After that you can send me the drop-off and pick-up times for the day." "How much do you charge by the hour?" "For toddlers 4 and under, $14 per hour. For children 5 to 10, it'll be $13 per hour. And for 11 to 16, it'll be $12 per hour." "Okay, perfect. James, my little angel, is 5 years old. I'll be at the Galleria for a meeting with my job and I'll just need you to keep an eye on him for a few hours." "Okay, don’t forget to text us when we should be there. We’ll also need to see your ID again when we get there. Security purposes.” “I understand. And how should I pay you?” “Preferably cash, but we’ll take an electronic payment as well.” “I’ll have the cash for you. Oh, and my husband may come to pick him up if my meeting is running longer than I planned.” “Okay, well you’ll need to provide his information as well.” “Alright. No problem.” “Is that all?” “Yes, thank you.” “You’re welcome. Bye.” “Bye, and thank you again.”
“Omg! That was our first customer! Niki! This is insane!” “Okay, okay, I get it. Now can you stop yelling?” “Oh, sorry. I’m just really excited.” “Yea this’ll be pretty good depending on how much we get paid.” “Well she said a few hours and based on the rate we charge it should be at least $40 each.” “40 dollars?!” “This is just the beginning. It’s $40 right now, but it’ll eventually be more than that.” “Hmm, I guess.”
The job sounded fairly simple. Keep Valerie’s kid entertained for a few hours at the mall while you wait for her meeting to end. You didn’t have to worry about bedtime stories or getting lost looking for something in an unfamiliar environment. You and Niki come here every week, sometimes more than once. So, you knew the Galleria like the back of your hand.
The next day, Valerie sent you the address and time stamps for babysitting James. “4 hours!! What the hell kind of business meeting is 4 fucking hours long?!” “Relax, Niki. Everything’s gonna be fine,” you said as you gathered together a few items you might need in case of an emergency.
“Easy for you to say, I’ve never worked with kids a day in my life.” “Look, do you wanna get paid or not? Because if not, I can take all the money for myself.” “Whatever. I’ll just throw him in a ball pit anyway. That’s easy money. At that point, he’s watching himself and we’re just waiting for a check,” Niki said flicking his hair out of his eyes.
After what felt like an hour, you and Niki drove to the Galleria to meet Valerie and James.
“Hello. This is my sweet James. Say hi Jay Jay,” instead of speaking, James dug the tip of his light-up Velcro shoes in to the shiny tile floors. “He’s a little shy that’s all.” Valerie proceeded to explain to James something that he most likely already knew, ‘Mommy’s gonna go bye bye and these two strangers are gonna watch you till she’s done.’
After exchanging some information, Valerie went off to attend her business meeting.
“So…uhh…what do you like James?” “Humph,” he puffed stamping his foot. “What the hell is his problem?” Niki said flashing you a confused look. “I don’t like you,” James said, looking Niki directly in the eye.
“Me?! What’d I do? See, I knew this was a bad idea. Let’s just go bring him back to his mom and we’ll find another way to make money.”
“Niki! You have to give him a chance. Remember that his mom said he’s shy.”
“I HATE YOU!!” James shouted, before kicking Niki in the shin and pushing his legs.
“OUCH!! Shy my ass. He’s just a whiny little brat. Why else do you think his mom wanted to throw him on us?”
“Because she has a business meeting…”
“You really believe that? Do you realize how much bigger I am than you?" Niki said turning his direction to James. "I could crush every bone in your body...by accident. You're literally underdeveloped in every way. You see all those teeth in your mouth? Yea, they're all gonna fall out one day and then you'll be looking like a wrinkled turtle that sucks on lemons all day until they grow back."
“Shut up, dumbass…” James pouted.
"Niki, you can't talk to him like that," you said turning to face James. “Hey. You can’t say bad words, it’s not nice.” You said before lifting James onto your hip. “How about we go get some ice cream? Do you want that?”
“Yes! Yes! Ice creammmmm!” James shouted excitedly, throwing his hands in the air.
Niki rolled his eyes before walking with you to the ice cream shop in the mall.
You and James took a seat at the round table in the food court while Niki ordered the ice cream.
“Since we’re gonna be spending the day together, how about you tell me some things about yourself.”
“Like what?”
“Just copy me, okay,” you smiled.
“Oookay~”
“I’m, Y/N.”
“I-I’m…James.”
“See that wasn’t so bad. So James, what’s your favorite show?”
“Umm…I like Thomas.”
“Wow! Guess what?”
“What?”
“I like Thomas too.”
“Really!!” James’s eyes widened in surprise as he jumped in his seat.
“Yes, and Percy is my favorite engine.”
You didn’t really know much about this show, but you wanted to make him feel comfortable, so you played along. Thankfully, he liked a show you were at least somewhat familiar with.
“Oh yeah, he’s Thomas’s best friend!” He giggled.
“What’s so funny?”
“There was this video *giggle* with Thomas *giggle* and he kept saying charm *giggle* but then the guy got mad *giggle* and blasted him with lightning.” James struggled to say before exploding with laughter.
“Shh shh,” you chuckled causing James to immediately cover his mouth, muffling his little giggles.
“Hey, kid. I got your ice cream.” Niki smirked, gliding the bowl of ice cream across the table. “Yay! Ice cream! Yummy!” James excitedly shouting before digging in to his sundae.
“Two scoops of chocolate brownie ice cream with Oreo bits, chocolate chips, gummy bears, sprinkles, and whipped cream. Oh, and chocolate syrup.” “Yay! Thank you!” “You’re welcome,” Niki smiled.
“Was that a smile?” You teased. “Nah, I was just stretching my jaw,” Niki said as he began to make strange expressions in which James saw and started to laugh. “Do that again,” he laughed with his mouth covered in chocolate. Niki smiled at his request and made one last face before laughing himself.
“Aww has Niki made a little friend?” You teased again. “I—“ “Niki? That’s your name?” James said cutting him off. “Uhh, yeah…” “I like you Niki, your funny,” James giggled as he picked up one of the gummy bears. “Here. You can have this one,” James said, handing Niki the cherry flavored gummy bear. “Umm, thanks,” Niki said before eating the candy.
“This is too cute.” “Yea, whatever,” Niki shrugged.
“Hey, James. Do you wanna go to the ball pit after this?” “Yea!” James smiled. “Okay. Well hurry up so we can play before you have to go.” “Hmm…okay.” James's once chipper composure faded to a seemily dispondednt one.
Just as Niki said earlier, after James finished his ice cream they headed to the mall's giant ball pit.
As you were walking, a song started to play causing James to dance.
"Oh, you like to dance too huh?" "Yea. I'm the best dancer in my classroom," James said as he continued to bounce around. "Well maybe next time we can go dancing." "Really!" James stopped dancing to look at Niki. "That would be so fun!" he jumped before grabbing Niki's hand.
The two of them continued walking until they reached the ball pit.
"Niki! Niki! Are you gonna come play with me?" Niki gave an unsure look before being persuaded by James's puppy eyes. "Argh. Okay, sure. Let's go, but only for a little while." "Hehe. OKAY!!!!" James giggled before grabbing Niki's hand and running into the ball pit.
The two of them played around laughing and throwing multicolored balls through the air. About 15 minutes in, James ran off to play with another little kid around his age.
"Looks like you're having fun now huh?" "Yea, he's not too bad I guess," he shrugged.
You and Niki sat on a bench near the ball pit while you waited for James to finish playing around.
"Wheeee!" a random kid came over by you and Niki and started to spin around in a circle before plopping down to the ground, and he continued to do this a few more times before *BLECH* the kid threw up all over you and niki. "What. The. Fuck." Niki said almost in disbelief.
A woman who you assumed was the child's mother rushed over to the two of you.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY BABY??!! YOU DAMN HOOLIGANS!!" "What did we do? We didn't do shit, bitch. Next time keep a closer on your nasty ass little twerp," Niki spat before grabbing your hand and walking off.
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING? YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!" the psychotic woman shouted before launching he shoe at Niki's head.
"HA! You missed me you cross-eyed hoe!"
"Niki! You're just gonna piss her off more."
"I don't fucking care. She brought her dumbass over there screaming at m--" the woman had launched her other shoe at Niki, hitting him directly in the back of the head this time.
"KEEP WALKING BASTARD!" she screamed.
Niki grabbed the shoe off the ground and launched it in her direction.
"NIKI!!" you shouted at him.
The shoe landed directly beside the woman.
"NOW LOOK WHO'S CROSS EYED YA LITTLE PUNK!"
Niki picked up the other shoe and threw it, this time he hit her between he eyes. "It's still you bitch!" Niki laughed before running behind a corner with you.
"AAAARRRRRGGHGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" the woman screamed before running after the two of you.
Niki, still holding onto your hand tightly, ran around the mall before losing her in the large crowd.
"SHIT!!!" Niki spat. "What?" "James. We forgot about James." "Oh my god!" the two of you ran back to the ball pit, hoping to God that James was still in the ball pit playing around.
"James?" you called, looking around to see if you could spot him anywhere. "JAMES!!" Niki shouted at the top of his lungs before crawling into the massive sea of plastic orbs. "JAMES!!" he yelled again.
You had never seen Niki panic before...ever.
"Do you think he left and tried looking for us?" you asked.
"If it weren't for that stupid fucking woman and her bullshit we wouldn't even be in this situation right now." "I know, but talking about it isn't gonna help. We have to find him."
You and Niki walked around the play area calling out James's name, desperatly hoping that you'd see him laughing and playing with another kid. It was of no use. You couldn't find him anywhere.
The two of you walked back to the food court and spotted a familiar face.
"James!!" Niki shouted in excitement. "Why did you leave the ball pit? Do you know how worried I was? Please don't ever do that again," Niki said pulling James into his chest.
"I'm sorry, Niki. I just didn't want to leave you," James said with teary eyes. *sniff, sniff* Still wrapped in Niki's embrace, James started to cry.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad at you. I was just scared something bad happened to you. And don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," Niki said as he gently patted James's head. "Do you wanna go hang out together while we finish waiting for your mom?" "Yea!" he smiled before Niki lifted him onto his back.
The two of them danced around until James finally fell asleep in Niki's arms.
"Sorry, I was running late with my meeting. I hope everything went well for-- Oh." Valerie paused seeing James cradled in Niki's lap. "No worries, ma'am," Niki smiled. "Here you go," Valerie said handing each of you an envelope. "Its $130. I hope I can get you two to help me out again sometime." "We'd love to hang out with James again," you said, smiling at Niki. "Wouldn't we?" "Yea, we definitely would," Niki smiled.
"We make a pretty good team don't we," you nudged Niki as the two of you walked to his car. "Yea, we do," Niki said before interlacing his fingers with yours and kissing your cheek.
"Ah..." "What? Too fast?" "No. I-I uhh" "You're so cute," Niki laughed. "Now get in the car, punk," he continued.
🧃.🌱.🍭.🎀.🪁.🧩.🎨.🥰.🖍️.🥁.🧸.👑.🩹.🖇️.🔆
I know these pics don't really relate to the story, but the way he's cuddling this kitty ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I CANT!!!
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The Switch
Miles Fairchild x fem!reader
Chapter seven: So now you're back?
A note from Fxchild ! Hi hi so ya I am not dead ! My phone lit broke and I totes forgot my email for this acc but now I'm back and my writers block has never gone away so quickly ! I'm so excited for new chapters to b out soon ! In the meantime while you r waiting for chapters, if you have one shot ideas for characters Finn Wolfhard plays I would b more than happy to write those so you guys aren't waiting forever for a new chapter ! So...finally heres the well awaited chapter seven ! I hope you enjoy this <3
It's the first day of May. It's also been three months since Miles left again. I keep telling Flora that he'll be back soon but I feel my heart break every time I lie to her. I don't think he will be back until I leave for the summer and then he'll leave again when I come back. I feel so guilty..Flora doesn't have a brother that lives with her because of me. But was it all really my fault? He treats me like shit and expects me to tolerate it. Never mind. I don't give a flying fuck about him anymore. He can do whatever he wants, if something happens to him, oh boo hoo not my problem.
It was finally Friday which means I have tomorrow off and I only have to teach Flora a little today because the weather was perfect for horseback riding and I'd promise to let her out today. Today I wore a dark red top with dark grey jeans with black high top shoes. I put my hair in a half up half down clip and did minimal makeup because I was planning on recording myself for an upcoming interview I have for a summer job.
Today I planned out a written test to see Flora's knowledge on geography. I would give her a half an hour to finish up on review and two hours for the test. The test was fairly easy so it shouldn't take her more than an hour or so.
"And begin." I smiled at Flora, setting my timer on my desk which is right across from hers. She immediately begins to read and write down answers while I look over her past work to grade.
Around 45 minutes into the session we hear the front door open. Flora pays no attention to it, I assume it's Ms. Grose coming in from cutting grass or buying groceries so I ignore it and go back to reading old assignments. Around a few minutes went by when I heard footsteps coming to the room. Expecting Ms. Grose I take my feet off the desk and fix my posture without looking at the door. I pretend to be in deep thought with grading when I hear someone clear their throat and hear Flora shout,
"Miles!" She screeches and jumps from her seat running over to hug him. I immediately turn my whole body in my chair with wide eyes. His hair slightly longer and he looks a little taller. He still has the same smirk and dead eyes I saw the night he left. He had on a black coat that ran down to his knees and two bags in his hands that he must have taken when he left. He engulfs Flora into a hug and smiles down at her. I've never seen that smile before. Unlike the ones he had given me this one was warm and loving. I think I had given him that smile before but I wasn't sure. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he looked up at me and smiled. It was genuine, his eyes brightened. I knew it was real because it wasn't that same old smirk he put on with confidence, he looked painfully awkward and his eyes kept darting between me and the wooden floor. I didn't smile back. I rose up from my seat and walked over to him.
"Flora, why don't you take Miles bags and put them in his room for him sweetheart?" I smiled down at her while patting her hair. She gladly accepts and runs off with his bags. Miles smiles at me again nodding opening his mouth to speak but I cut him off.
"How you been Miles? Where'd you go this time huh? Was it fun?" I say with a sarcastic fake smile, he could tell I was mad.
"Well I-" He begins as I slap his face.
"You scared the shit out of me! Do you know how upset Flora was? She cried for almost a week, blaming herself, poor girl!" I say gritting my teeth with my eyes starting to tear up slightly.
He stared at me with pursed lips before sighing and answering. "He told me to."
I scoff and look at him dumbfounded. "He? Wh-who the hell is 'he' Miles huh? What are you schizo?" I roll my eyes annoyed
"Nobody-nothing. I just..had a dream that's all." He shakes his head staring down at the floor with shame.
"Whatever Miles." I roll my eyes and walk over to Flora's desk to pick up her finished test. "Better go find Flora. Told her she could get out of class early to go ride the horses." I say looking through her test without looking up at Miles.
"You're not gonna come?" He asks quietly, nodding his head to the side, scratching the back of his neck.
I chuckle quietly before placing the test back on the desk. "After the last time?" I walk over to him, picking a pine needle off his jacket. "No thanks." I fake smile before walking out of the room to my own. When I reach my room I fall flat onto my bed before letting out a loud sigh into my pillow. A few minutes later I look out the window. I see Flora and Miles running to the stables and shouting happily. I turn to look at my Calendar, 30 days until I leave. I got sick of sitting in my room bored and decided to go do something, anything in his boring place.
I walk into the kitchen hoping there's an apple or some food sitting out but instead of being greeted with food, it's an unbearable Ms. Grose. I smile at her but she crosses her arms and frowns at me.
"Why are you being so unpleasant towards Miles?" She grits her teeth. "What are you talking about?" I ask trying to pretend I have no clue what's going on. "Talking to him in such an arrogant tone, not accepting his offer and you still wonder why he left? You should be shamed." She spits at me coldly. My face dropped as I start to feel tears in the corners of my eyes.
I quickly ran back up to my room and slam the door. Tears start to stream down my face as I grab my backpack and start shoving stuff into my bag. By the time I zipped it up I hear the front door open again. I quickly put my shoes back on and started heading down the stairs. Walking towards the door I'm wiping my tears, Miles blocks my path.
"Woah woah! Where are you going?" He asks with a concerned look on his face, his hands falling to my shoulders. "Out." I reply while sniffling trying to push past him.
"Um okay, when are you coming back?" He lets go of me, now following me out the door. "I don't know..like..tomorrow? Sunday maybe?" I continue to walk away from him to my car. "Tell me where in case you get black out drunk again and need me to pick you up." He scoffs grabbing onto my wrist.
"You know what Miles? You won't have to worry about me anymore! I won't bother you. It's clear I make you want to leave and you hate me so I'll just leave you alone okay?! Is that what you wa-"
He cuts me off by pressing his lips against mine. It was soft and quick, like he was trying to shut me up and this was the first thing he thought of. He lets go of my wrist and stands up straight looking at me sternly. My cheeks are burning red as I attempt to say something but I can't seem to speak, like there's no air in my lungs.
I lean up against my car door for a moment staring at my feet trying to decide whether to leave or not. I finally look up at him, his head in staring at my feet too. His hands are in his pockets and he's biting his bottom lip nervously. I smile up at him.
"Hey..I'll be back in a little while. I promise I won't make you pick me up this time. Want me to grab you something?" I softly smile, hoping he won't hate me. He shakes his head no with a small smile on his face before letting me get into his car. He watches me drive off before heading back inside.
'29 days..' I whisper to myself as I head into the nearest town, smiling to myself.
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This was extremely rushed so my apologies if it wasn't as great as one of my last chapters ! I promise the next chapter will b better and have more of a plot than this one. Hope you guys liked this and r excited for the next chapter!
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@elainweekofficial Day 2 🌱
Elain loves to garden, so here's a moodboard of her garden at the River House! Read below the cut for an Elucien one-shot 🦔
Gardening required precision: the right soil composition, watering frequency, timing of planting, and placement. But it also required leniency, for the pollinators, animals, and weather systems that played a role were out of Elain’s control.
Which was why Elain strung up bird baths and propped up old pots for toads. She left the spiders and praying mantises alone, even though they scared her. She suppressed the urge to tidy everything into neat arrangements, knowing that a little messiness was beneficial for the ecosystem.
Gardening had its fair share of physical work, too. Elain was not a warrior like Feyre or Nesta, but she still flexed her muscles by lugging the watering can around, yanking out weeds, digging up roots, and vanquishing the pests and plant illnesses.
Gardening was the satisfaction of watching the spring buds flower, of biting into the first summer harvest. But out of everything, experiencing warm sunshine on her skin was Elain’s favorite part of gardening.
It was shaping up to be a perfect day, she thought. Already Elain had changed the bird bath, refilled the bird feeder, turned the compost pile, pruned the bushes, and inspected the budding fruit trees. She was in the middle of harvesting a bundle of herbs for dinner when she heard distressed squeaking coming from around the bend.
“Oh no!” Elain cried when she spotted the source of the squeaks. A large hawk had a small creature clasped in its talons, and was taking flight. “Stop! Stop this right now!”
The animal squirmed its way out of the hawk’s grip and fell several feet to the ground, to Elain’s horror. She rushed over immediately, finding a small hedgehog dragging its hind foot as it struggled towards a brambly hedge.
“You poor thing!” Elain exclaimed. The hedgehog curled into a ball of brown and black spikes when she approached. Elain knelt down in the grass, cooing softly. “It’s alright little one. You’re safe with me.”
The hedgehog did not seem to think so. It let out another cry of terror when Elain gingerly touched it. She winced at the spines pricking her calloused palms. A quick glance revealed the hawk waiting patiently in the tree for its afternoon snack, its beady yellow eyes glaring at Elain.
“Go away!” she shouted up at it. “Don’t you dare come any closer!” She turned her attention back to the hedgehog, who was trembling in fear thanks to her raised voice.
“I didn’t mean you, little one,” Elain whispered softly, hunching over the hedgehog. “Please don’t be afraid. I only want to help you.” Bracing herself against the temporary pain, Elain gently scooped the curled hedgehog up and placed it into her straw hat.
Gravel crunched urgently behind her.
“My lady?” The emissary of the Night Court stood just a few yards away from her, looking like he’d been running. Lucien Vanserra. Her mate.
Elain stiffened. “What are you doing here?” The words came out sharper than she’d intended, and she regretted using them as her first line of greeting.
Lucien’s flaming red hair glinted in the sun like molten ore, his russet eye studying her carefully. The scar cutting down his face only drew attention to his angular features. It had been several weeks since Elain saw him last, and every time he reappeared in her life, his handsome face seemed to grow begrudgingly more attractive. “I came to hand deliver an invitation for Queen Vassa’s coronation,” he replied. “To Feyre and Rhysand, but it seems they’re nowhere to be found.”
“They’re at the Hewn City.” Elain’s words were a frank dismissal to her ears. She winced.
Lucien’s mouth tightened. “Well, I heard you shouting at something so forgive me for making sure you were alright.”
I don’t need your protection, Elain wanted to say, but she kept her mouth shut. Her good manners always eluded her whenever she saw Lucien Vanserra.
“I’m fine. It’s just a hedgehog with an injured foot. I’ll have to send for Madja tomorrow morning.”
“Broken limbs should be set and healed as soon as possible. Waiting until morning may be too late.” Lucien frowned slightly. “I can try to help.”
“You’re not an animal healer,” she objected.
“No, but I did fix your sister’s broken nose under the mountain.” Lucien’s good eye flickered with the faint memory of the traumatic hellhole.
I don’t need your help, Elain wanted to say, but the hedgehog’s shrill vocalizations begged to differ. “Alright,” she admitted. “We can go to the greenhouse.”
The creature was shaking like a leaf when Elain set the hat down on the surface of the greenhouse work table. The surface was littered with gardening notes and bottled tonics. A cupboard, filled with seeds and dried flowers stood opposite a shelf of gardening tools. And every other available space was filled with plants.
The greenhouse was sizable, but the space felt small and hot the moment Lucien stepped over the threshold. He stood silently in the doorway, golden eye clicking and whirring at the haphazard interior.
She had gauze and healing salves…but perhaps ointments that worked on the Fae would be toxic for animals. The enchanted gloves Lucien gifted her were carefully tucked in a box. Elain had barely used them, only taking them out occasionally to admire its make. But perhaps it was time to put away that stubborn pride…Elain glanced over her shoulder furtively at her mate.
“Hello, aren’t you a cute little thing?” Lucien greeted the hedgehog as he bent down until he was eye level with the table. “My name is Lucien, Night Court’s emissary.”
He extended a tanned brown hand towards the creature. The hedgehog peeked out at the emissary, unfurling itself to sniff his fingers with its pointed nose. “That’s right, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“What do we do?” Elain approached the table anxiously.
Surprise flitted across Lucien’s face at the sight of her gloved hands. “If you could sit and hold the hedgehog so I can see the leg…”
“It’s me, Elain,” she cooed to it, extending her hand just as Lucien did. “I’m going to have to pick you up now.” The hedgehog shrank away, and Elain’s shoulders slumped in disappointment.
“You can do it,” Lucien said encouragingly. “I’m talking to the hedgehog, but I suppose it applies to you as well.”
“Why does it like you more than me?” Elain demanded indignantly.
Lucien’s grin was positively smug. “Hedgehogs were quite prevalent in the Autumn Court. They thought quite highly of me.”
Elain rolled her eyes at him. “Come on now. Up onto my hand we go. You’ve seen me around the garden, haven’t you? I’m not a stranger.” The hedgehog reluctantly limped onto her outstretched hand. “Good job, little one!”
Elain’s heart pounded anxiously as she settled on the chair, for the creature seemed so frail and small. The hedgehog scrunched up its small face, crying out as she shifted it onto its back. Elain gasped when she noticed several red lacerations on its furred underbelly. “Cauldron, it’s worse than I thought,” she fretted. “And I think it’s a female.”
“Hmmm, you’re right.” Lucien murmured as the hedgehog made more high-pitched whimpering sounds. “Shhh, it’s alright, sweetheart. Let me take a look.” Heat shimmered in the air between them as Lucien knelt in between her legs and leaned closer.
“If you want to give him a bite, you have my permission,” Elain added. As cute as it was, hedgehogs were still wild animals. And she didn’t know if they were aggressive when threatened.
“I don’t have a problem with biting.” Elain’s blood ran hot when Lucien looked up at her with a humorous glint in both eyes. She quickly looked away. How can I be thinking improper thoughts about him when this poor hedgehog is practically dying in my lap?
Golden light shimmered as the cuts on the hedgehog’s soft belly melded together and disappeared. Elain sucked a breath in, fascinated. But the happy moment was short-lived.
Lucien’s fingers gently probed the crooked foot, eliciting a plaintive screech from the hedgehog. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Regret laced in his russet eye.
Elain felt like crying herself at the hedgehog’s distress. “Oh, Lucien. Please hurry! It seems to be in so much pain!”
His face was grim. “I need to make sure it’s set in the proper position before I heal it. But it’s going to hurt her,” he explained.
Elain hoisted the hedgehog up so that it leaned against her chest, praying her heartbeat would calm it down. “He’s trying to help you,” she whispered to it. “Please hold on just a little longer. Everything will be alright.”
“It’s going to be alright, munchkin,” Lucien’s low voice soothed. He tilted his head left and right, as if assessing the proper positioning for a hedgehog foot. “You’ve been such a brave girl. Are you going to be the bravest little hedgehog in Velaris?”
Golden webbing—a spell—was woven along the hedgehog’s ankle, bracing it in the proper position. The hedgehog screeched. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Lucien murmured.
“Oh, when this is over, I’ll build you a little hedgehog house,” Elain added, trying to keep the hedgehog’s attention on her face. “I’ll make sure you have plenty of treats. We can invite some hedgehog friends over, alright? Don’t think about your foot, darling.”
A flash of light burst from Lucien’s hand and a final terrified squeak pierced the air. The hedgehog writhed in agony briefly, shivering and whimpering. “Oh gods, oh gods,” Elain gasped. “Is it alright? What happened?”
“I think so. Put it on the table and see,” Lucien said gently. The hedgehog was indeed back to normal, ambling around on all four legs and making snuffling sounds.
“It worked. It really worked!” Elain smiled broadly, her heart swelling with relief and joy. “Thank you for helping, Lucien.” Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. Realizing what she’d done, Elain disentangled herself from him sheepishly.
Lucien shrugged as he stood up. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” He paused. “Did you really mean it? Everything you said to the hedgehog? About building a whole house and bringing more of its kind over?”
“Yes?” Her mate appraised her with a small smile on his lips that stripped Elain bare. Did he think she was being childish? “And what about it?” Elain demanded hotly.
“It’s refreshing.” Lucien glanced over his shoulder on the way out of the greenhouse. “The way you care for a small hedgehog, when you treated it gently…it gives me hope for this world.”
You too, Elain wanted to say. But her mate had already winnowed away without saying goodbye. Meanwhile, the hedgehog was sniffling at a gold-embossed envelope on the worktable. The invitation to Queen Vassa’s coronation had indeed been delivered.
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Who said friends couldn’t help?
Dom G/n reader x subby Rengoku Kyojuro
Content includes: use of ‘good boy’, grinding/humping, hand job, crying, nipples being played with, hickeys, teasing, hair pulling, nsfw obviously. I think that’s it.
Was proof read. But there might still be mistakes. if you see anything tell me.
Shitty summary: when your friend is horny so you help them.
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Master Kagaya sent me and Kyojuro on a mission two days ago and now we were heading back home. It was quite a distance from both of our estate. We’ve walked around for nine hours already with short breaks in between.
Kyojuro seemed to be in discomfort most of the time. The way he walked to the way he sat looked uncomfortable. Even though I’ve asked him multiple times if he was okay, I still received the same reply of ‘I’m ok. Don’t worry Y/n’. I didn’t believe him at all but I let it drop.
The sun was starting to set now and Kyojuro looked amazing in the warm rays of the sun. His hair was shimmering gold in the sun and his skin glowed brightly. I kept myself from gazing at him for to long, not wanting to be caught. I’ve always found him attractive, nearly thirsting over him like most people I’ve talked to. I glanced to the side to look at him again. I started from his legs and went up from there. When I got up to his upper body I noticed that his cape was wrapped around him. It was warm out, to warm to wrap extra cloths around yourself. It was even more questionable since he got hot easily. I wonder if he’s not feeling good. Maybe he has a cold? I look up to his face, seeing his cheeks red with sweat shimmering on his face and his eyes dazed out. I decided that maybe I should ask him if he needs a break.
“Kyo? Do you need a break? You look like you have malaria.” I asked him, putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked at my hand with a bit of shock in his eyes. How weird, I normally did this so what’s the problem.
“No. It’s ok we can keep going. Just hot.” He replied a little panicked for some reason. His voice was a little quieter then usual, a little calmer then usual.
“Ok well I want a break. And there’s a perfect tree” I pointed at the fat tree in the distance.” To rest our backs on.” I finish my sentence. I don’t wait for his response and grabbed his left hand to pull him to the tree all the way across the field of grass and flowers.
“Sit down.” I pat the grass He complied and sat down, crossing his legs.” You should take you cape off if your hot.” I suggested as I sat down beside him. I tug on the fabric wanting it off.
“No it’s ok!” His loud voice sounded stressed. He pulled his cap tighter around him.
I reach my hand up to feel his face and it was boiling. It felt like I touched sand on a hot summer day.
“Come on Kyojuro. Your face feels like hell fire. You’re gonna get a heat stroke.” I aggressively state.
“No I’m ok! I promise!” He insisted, putting his hands up in defence.
“Rengoku. Take it of you are going to get a heat stroke.” I tell him irritably. I’m getting tiered of his stubbornness.” Why don’t you you take it off?”
“I… I just don’t feel like it.” He nervously expressed.
I rolled my eyes deciding to drop the subject. He obviously won’t listen even if I tell him he’ll get a heat stroke.
We both went quiet. Which was quite a change since the both of us usually have a conversation going.
I looked around. There where nice trees around us that are crows were playing in. The vegetation looked healthy and happy, must be because it rained a few days ago. I found myself looking at my friend again. His legs crossed, cape pulled around himself and face flushed.
That’s when it hit me. Kyojuro is horny and he’s hard. That’s why he’s been acting weird.
I smile and laugh. How funny.
Kyojuro looks at me strangely.” What are you laughing about?” He questioned.
I put my hand on his knee to tease him and he tensed up.” Oh Kyojuro. Your so funny!” I laugh.” If you needed a break to be alone you could of just said that.”
He looked mortified and decided to play dumb.” What are you talking about Y/n?”
“Oh Kyojuro don’t play dumb I think you know.” I tease. I move my hand further up his leg. His red and yellow eyes grow wide.” Why don’t you let me help you? Hm Kyojuro?” I look into his yellow eyes.
He had hesitant look in his eye.” We can’t we’re friends. We don’t like each other romantically. What if other people found out? We’d be looked down upon.” He was concerned for the both of us. He did want to proceed. But it was so informal.
I laugh and look at him stupidly.” Ok? And?” He looks dumb struck.” Who said friends can’t help? People go to see prostituts all the time. At least we know each other.” I speak to him logically. I don’t get why seeing a stranger to get your dick sucked is like casual Tuesday night thing, but when you want to fuck your friend everyone loses their mind. It doesn’t make sense.
I rubbed his leg as I waited for a response.
He sighed and unwrapped his cape.
I smile.” Come sit on my lap.” I pat my lap. He looks at me with a questioning look.” It’s ok I won’t break.” I reassured him. He obeyed and sat with my legs in between his. Once he was situated on my legs he looked down to avoid eye contact. He was acting so out of character. It was quite nice to see. His confidence and pride had diminished and all was left of him was a shy and humiliated Kyojuro. If that didn’t turn me on I don’t know what did.
I unbuckled his white belt and took his sword, placing it beside us, I then unbuttoned his uniform and took it off his body putting it with the sword. His body is so well maintained. Especially his chest.
I reach up to rub his pink nipples. I press down on the both of them. A shocked sigh left his lips. I twist them between my fingers. He whined lightly. He put his big hands on my shoulder for leverage.
“I knew you would like that.” I giggle and continue to play with his sensitive chest. He moaned this time when I pinched his nipples harder.
“How?“ He started grinding down onto my legs.
“When we went to the entertainment district that one time people were constantly touching your chest and you were so red in the face and then you had to excuse yourself.” I kiss his chest quickly.” And you would always tense up when I would touch it. Then you would ‘go to the bathroom’.” I explained. I look up into his red and yellow eyes and smile.” Now that I think about it you went to jerk off huh.” My arm moved to his back so I could grab his red and yellow hair and pull on it lightly.” You went to the bathroom to play with yourself hm? Are you that sensitive?” I ask him teasingly as I pull his head back by his hair. I give myself better access to his neck so that I can suck on the skin.
“Yes! I went to jerk off… I’m sorry! Should of asked for help!” He cried out. I let go of his nipples and grab on to his hips. I move him faster on my lap.
I take my mouth off his neck and lick the hickey I left and ran my finger over it. I massage his hip.” It’s such a shame you didn’t ask earlier. We could have had fun all this time.” I suck the other side of his neck. My dominant hand undid his zipper and rubbed small circles on the tip of his dick through the fabric. He made small whimpers.
“Please g- ahh! Go faster!” He moaned out desperately. I followed his wishes and moved him faster on my legs and increased the small rubs on his dick. I let go of his neck and went for a nipple.” Hmm! Ya just like that!” His head flew back. I moved my self to his other nipple. His head swung back forward. His fucked out eyes made contact with mine, but it didn’t last long since I lightly bit down on his sensitive nipple making his eyes roll back into his head. ” Ahh! Going-“ He lightly humped my hand and leg.” Going to cum! Oh my god! Please Y/n!” He begged. But I stopped everything. I held his hips still so he couldn’t hump or grind. His head shot forward. He looked panicked.” Why’d you stop! Your so mean!” He cried.
“Oh I know Kyojuro.” I laughed at him.
“Please Y/n! Let me cum! I’ll be a good boy! Your good boy!” He whined. That’s all it took for me to pull his dick out of his underwear. I started stroking his cock. It was wet due to the pre cum that had been leaking for what I assume to be a long time. He leaned forward. Resting his head in the crook of my neck.
“I know you’ll be good or else I wouldn’t let you cum.” I speed my hand up. My other hand reaches for his hip. I move him so that he’s rubbing back and forth along my legs.” Good job Kyo. Doing so good for me.” I praise. I hear him sniffling in my neck. He must be crying.” Are you crying?”
“Ya. Just feels s- ahh so good!” His wobbly voice cries. I directed my attention to his tip, rubbing circles on it the best I can for the position we’re in. The motion makes him collapse on to me. He grinds himself onto my legs harder.” So good to me Y/n!”
I could tell that was close to cumming by the way he was panting like a dog and how his hips were losing control. I let go of his hips so I can grab his long hair. I grabbed a hand full and pulled his head back gently, not enough to hurt him. I pull his head back enough for me to see his face. His cheeks were pink, his eyes looked like they weren’t capable of working any more, his yellow hair with red tips a mess and his mouth was held agape.
“Are you going to cum for me?” I ask teasingly.
“Ya! Uhh going to mmh cum!” He gripped on to my shoulders like his life depended on it. He finished with a broken moan. His hot cum splattered all over my uniform and some dripped down his base.
Post nut clarity must of hit him hard because he looked mortified.
“I’m sorry for your uniform Y/n!” He apologized.” I’ve made a mess and we still got far to walk!” It was now dark now and dangerous since demons were out, but it shouldn’t be a problem.
I laugh.” My estate is like two hours away. Not even. I could walk into a volcano and you would probably follow me.” I joke and shake my head.” We may as well get going so that we can get you cleaned up.” He grabs his stuff and puts it back on himself. I get up and take the first layer of my uniform off.
“What about you? Don’t you want to get something out of this?” He asks confused.
I smile.” No it’s ok. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” I reassured him. Once we’re done putting are selves together I grabbed his hand and started to walk in the direction of my estate.
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Hope you guys enjoyed it.
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Enemy Mine - Part 6
I did something a little different with this one. I'd love feedback, if you'd like to give it.
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He was Fred Weasley. The Fred Weasley. Nothing touched him. He was strong and in control of his emotions at all times.
I watch the western sky, the sun is sinking
The geese are flying south, it sets me thinkin'
I did not miss you much, I did not suffer
What did not kill me just made me tougher
He'd walked off his burning anger, and now, all that was left was confusion and frustration. Why was everyone so adamant that he was in love with Y/N? It made no sense. He barely thought of her anymore.
I feel the winter come, his icy sinews
Now in the fire light, the case continues
Another night in court, the same old trial
The same old questions asked, the same denial
No, he did not love her. Not one bit. Anyone who thought otherwise was a fool.
The shadows closely run, like jury members
I look for answers in the fire's embers
Why was I missing then that whole December?
I give my usual line, "I don't remember"
Even if he had once liked her, those feelings we're long gone. They were enemies now. And enemies don't fall in love with each other. Do they? Fred hugged himself against the strange cold emptiness that seeped into his veins and made him shiver despite the warm summer afternoon.
Another winter comes, his icy fingers creep
Into these bones of mine these memories never sleep
And all these differences, a cloak I borrow
We kept our distances, why should it follow
I must have loved you
The tiny ache within his chest, the one that was always there, the one he pushed down and tried to ignore, expanded with every step. Like a million tiny knives stabbing into his heart, it nearly brought him to his knees. Why does it hurt so much? It shouldn't hurt this much.
What is the force that binds the stars?
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that pulls the tide?
Never could find a place to hide
His legs wobbled beneath him, and he sat down in the grass, his mind spinning out of control. No, it's not possible. It can't be. Not after all this time and everything that's happened.
What moves the Earth around the sun?
What could I do but run and run and run?
Afraid to love, afraid to fail
A mast without a sail
He was falling, spiraling out of control. Everything he thought he knew about himself was wrong. Everything that he'd convinced himself of was slipping out of his grasp.
The moon's a fingernail and slowly sinking
Another day begins and now I'm thinking
That this indifference was my invention
When everything I did sought your attention
Fred's world tilted sideways as the truth he'd denied for so long suddenly demanded it's due. He knew, now, what he had to do and he couldn't waste one second.
So, he ran. Faster than he'd ever run in his life.
You were my compass star, you were my measure
You were a pirate's map, a buried treasure
If this was all correct, the last thing I'd expect
The prosecution rests, it's time that I confessed
I must have loved you
Out of breath and close to collapsing, Fred pounded on Y/N's door. The look of complete and utter surprise on her face was so adorable and would've made him chuckle if he wasn't gasping for air.
"Y/N....sorry to show up....like this. But I.... just realized... something," Fred managed. "I love you...I've loved you since the beginning... since you saved me and George from Filch.... and I've been so stupid and mean.... but hope you can forgive me and... maybe love me back."
Y/N stared at him for a few seconds, her eyes wide. Then, without a word, she stepped back, opening the door further to reveal Angelina sitting on the sofa.
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Day 21: Fantasy
Rated Teen for a mildly suggestive scene, Eshonai/Azure, mild Warbreaker spoilers, Oathbringer spoilers.
Cross posted on ao3
Check out this art by @lamaery that inspired me!
“Curiosity, Resolve, Surprise,” Azure mused as she lay atop her wife. “I think that’s my new favourite combination.”
Eshonai ran her fingers through Azure’s hair, which had turned orange-red. “I can tell. I got the Rhythm of Victory out of you,” she murmured to Amusement, which Azure felt as both a pulse of vibration and a friendly yellow. After they'd worldhopped to Nalthis, something wonderful had happened between them. When Eshonai spoke to Rhythms, Azure experienced them as sound and colour at the same time. Eshonai said the same about the colour of Azure’s royal locks, that she experienced them as Rhythms.
So far, it had been a spectacular honeymoon.
Azure hummed in pleasure, nuzzling her wife's chest and hugging her close. I could almost fall asleep here, warmed by the sunlight...Then she caught the angle of sunlight as it hit the inside of the carriage. It was a deeper angle now, no longer touching their makeshift bed, made of the two carriage benches pressed together.
“Oh colours! We’re nearly there!”
She sat up and scrambled off Eshonai. She cleaned them up the best she could, then started throwing on clothes as she peeked out the window. “Don’t look yet,” she warned her wife.
Eshonai pointedly looked down, busying herself with getting dressed. Azure caught a drift of pale orange sound as she buckled her belt, and she couldn’t tell whether the anxiety was hers or Eshonai’s. It had been at least a hundred years since she’d been on Nalthis, let alone anywhere near Idris itself. She was half-surprised the kingdom was still standing; she had been fully befuddled by the fact that the main road was now solidly built and well maintained.
“Is this what you wanted?” Eshonai asked her to Amusement. She'd covered her eyes with one of her sashes.
“Yes, that’s perfect,” Azure grinned, then turned and knocked sharply on the wall of the carriage. “Stop here!” she called out.
Slowly, they came to a stop, and by the time the coachman opened the door for them, they were ready. Azure went first, then took Eshonai by both hands and carefully led her down the steps to the ground, where Eshonai wrapped an arm around Azure’s back.
They took a few steps forward into the lush summer grass, dotted with purple and white flowers. The smell of the wind made Azure feel young and hopelessly naive. She breathed slowly, taking in the view of Bevalis, the capital city of Idris.
It was as she remembered, a small city of thatched, single story buildings nestled in the centre of the valley. She could pick out the palace even at this great distance; it was still easily the largest building. She was surprised to see that the buildings were not all painted white; spots of colour dotted the city here and there. The sight made her smile.
“Well, oncemate? Can I look yet, or does Idris need to put its clothes on, too?” Eshonai joked.
Azure snapped out of her reverie. “Yes! Yes I think Idris is ready for you to see it. Here it is, the place where I spent my childhood.”
She lifted the cloth from Eshonai’s eyes, and Eshonai gasped, looking up, down, slowly spinning, trying to see everything at once.
“Everything is so green!” she exclaimed to Joy. “And the fields are massive! Storms, the mountains are huge! Is that snow? How can they be green and snowy at the same time? Are there two different seasons happening at once?”
“Kind of,” Azure said thoughtfully, but Eshonai kept rambling, stepping forward and pointing.
“How does your city survive at the bottom of the mountains like that? Don’t the rains wash it out with every storm? Or do you not have storms here?”
“Not like Roshar.”
Eshonai looked up and breathed deeply, smelling the wind, and then she looked down, brushing the grass with her foot. “The plants here are so tame. I want to kick them,” she said to Joy.
Azure laughed. Eshonai’s curiosity, and her joy, were infectious. She could tell her hair was turning a scandalous yellow, and she didn't care one bit.
“I’ve got something even better,” she said, grinning at her wife. “We’ll pick them. Let me show you how to make a bouquet. It'll be almost as beautiful as you.”
Eshonai hummed to Joy, and Azure wondered how she could be so lucky, to find a woman who made everything yellow.
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Male! autistic reader x Ultra Mangus
They have a bit of a rough meet up because Mangus hasn't understood about the fragility of human and plus i get the feeling that he thinks cybertronian are better. I imagine Optimus gives him a stern talking despite Mangus being Megatron's superior. It goes on from there where they slowly become friends.
He almost crushed you. You were still wheezing from when Ultra Magnus had tossed you unceremoniously out of the way of the fight you’d stumbled into. As if the shock of discovering giant robots wasn’t enough, you could hardly tell which (if any) were good guys.
The ground trembled and you scrambled backwards as a towering red and blue robot rushed over and stooped down to peer at you. You trembled under that gaze, your attention divided between it and the fighting continuing just outside your peripheral. With steady, massive hands, the robot reached towards you. You winced and tried to stand, but your ankle was twisted from how you’d landed earlier and instead you cried out. The robot’s face scrunched up with something akin to concern and he very carefully scooped you up, cradling you against his surprisingly warm chest with one hand and blocking you from the fight with the other.
“Ultra Magnus,” he snapped, and you jumped at the anger in his tone.
The sound of clashing metal final stopped and the robot holding you lowered the servo hiding you.
The domineering blue bot who’d thrown you whipped around, clearly caught off guard by the other’s anger. “Optimus, sir?” He wiped his hands clean of a bright blue liquid in the grass and approached you.
“Do you have no respect for the very beings we are intended to protect?” The blue and red bot said. He held you up as proof. “Your reckless actions could have caused irreparable damage to this human.”
You didn’t mind that they spoke as if you weren’t there, you’d rather stay unnoticed in this conflict.
The blue mech sneered at you down his nose. I kept him out of harm's way. Sir.” He looked at you like you were some useless little nuisance and it was all you could do to keep from flipping him the bird.
The bigger bot, Optimus the other had called him, sighed heavily. “Humans are fragile compared to us, Ultra Magnus. You must keep this in consideration if you are to act as protector of this planet alongside us.” He glanced at you and offered a small, sympathetic smile. “And now, because we have been seen by this young man, you shall be his guardian. Hopefully he will teach you what I cannot about his race.”
Ultra Magnus was clearly less than pleased by his assignment, but you were no happier. At first, everything was tense and quiet, but as the long summer days stretched by in each other’s company, you began giving him a chance. Yes, he was uptight and strict, but surely there was more to him than that. Over time, it’s safe to say he even tolerated you. Maybe one day his distaste for humans will let up enough to form a proper friendship.
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Vent - Steve Raglan/William Afton/Springtrap x Female Reader
Chapters 31-33
Rating - Explicit
Warnings for sexual content and blood kink
Also available on AO3 Chapter 31 | 32 | 33
Chapter 31 ~ the rabbit ~
William remembers the day he’d met the rabbit.
Not even a decade old and already full of dreams. His imagination had always run wild. He had spent the majority of his youth outdoors. How funny to think of that now. How much things have changed.
Eight year old William Afton loves the back yard with its tall trees and sprawling lawn and the tidy rows of his mother’s vegetable garden. That space was the perfect backdrop for adventure. He invents so many stories and characters, studying the world around him with the innocence and wonder that only a child can have. He’s just finished a crusade past the neat lines of carrots and lettuce and parsley when he sees it.
The rabbit is wild; small, brown, young. Nose twitching gently, dark button eyes regarding him solemnly. The natural instinct to flee from a potential predator seems absent as he cautiously approaches, not wanting to startle it. The nose stills. The boy’s fingers stretch and gently stroke between the eyes. Soft. So incredibly soft, and warm. The nose moves again. He gently rubs between the ears that are still little, just gentle miniature curves for now.
He eases down into the grass, sitting cross legged and the rabbit struggles to hop and climb into his lap. He laughs in surprise and delight, assisting the little bunny. So easy to tame, just like that. He cradles the fragile creature and continues to stroke the fur.
The summer sun is warm on his skin.
***
Your hands caress William’s features. You’re warm and soft against him, lying on the windshield underneath the stars on a perfect summer evening. “I love you.”
Oh. He hasn’t heard those words in so long. Had stopped believing in them. Regarded them as a sign of weakness.
Were they actually, though? What if he wanted to believe again? Wanted to feel…
He does feel, and that knowledge surprises him. He’s lied for so long about so many things. But this emotion is not a lie. There is no selfish motive behind the desire to give voice to it. He wants nothing other than to be able to say it; gift it as sincerely as you have to him.
Let yourself go.
He shudders and tucks his face into the space where your neck and shoulder join. He thinks of the soft, fragile creature he’d held in his arm that summer day so long ago. “I love you,” he whispers.
***
“I remember you,” William says quietly.
Of course there is no doubt. You are the girl he’d intended to murder nine years ago. The lost child at the edges of the crowded room, ignored and unwanted. He’d wanted you. Wanted to drag you with him into the darkness.
But you’d escaped. He’d been clumsier then. Inexperienced. That’s what had saved your life.
Imagine if he had been successful. You wouldn’t be here beside him right now.
“What do you mean?” Your voice is hushed, wary.
He cannot tell you. Admitting the truth would mean losing what he’s just regained. “I remember seeing a young girl in the back rooms. I wondered why she was there. Sometimes people try to sneak a peak behind the scenes, but she seemed terrified. I never found out why, just saw her go back to the party. It must have been you.”
“Liar.”
William’s eyes dart to the rearview mirror.
The yellow rabbit’s eyes glow brightly. “If you don’t tell her the truth, I will.”
Let me have this. Please, just let me have her. I don’t want to hurt her.
“You destroy everything you touch. Do you really think this will be any different?”
It’s not true. The rabbit…I kept it safe. I loved it. I love her.
“Let me out.”
The older man clamps a hand over the mirror, leaning towards you.
“William? Are you alright? You seem…”
“I’m so glad you weren’t hurt. So happy you’re with me.” His mouth closes over yours. “Tell me again how you feel about me,” he urges. His chest aches. The hand still clutching the mirror tightens.
“I love you,” you respond breathlessly. Your lips leave a trail of kisses on his face, moving across his forehead, nose, cheeks, jaw. “I love you so much, William.” Your mouth rediscovers his.
The mirror cracks.
William glances at it warily as he relaxes his grip, easing back into his seat.
The yellow rabbit is gone.
Chapter 32 ~ genesis ~
You watch William struggle to fit the key to his front door in the lock.
You cover his hand with your own and he grows still. Not rigid like earlier, when you’d shared your vague memories of the incident at the restaurant; but soft, relaxed, limp. Letting you guide him. His reaction to your musings still puzzles you. He’d seemed almost afraid.
The door pushes open with a sigh. You don’t make it past the kitchen before his hands come around you and his mouth finds yours. The lights are still off, the only illumination in the room from the moon spilling into the windows. He pushes you back towards the counter. You reach out to brace yourself to maintain your balance and you find something metal. The handle of a butcher knife.
“I want you to cut me again,” you pant against his ear. You’re addicted to it. There is no longer any fear. You just want, want, want.
You feel his body tense, the feverish kisses dissipating. “I didn’t mean to leave that out.” He sounds doubtful, as if he can’t recollect even doing so. “It wasn’t meant to be a hint. You don’t have to do that tonight…”
“I need it,” you insist, dragging his hand over to the handle, your body writhing impatiently against his. “Please, William. I want to bleed for you. I want your mouth on me, drinking from me…” The hand beneath yours trembles. “I trust you. I love you. Let me show you how much.”
The older man moans softly and you feel his fingers close around the handle. He grabs a fistful of the camisole top you’re wearing and punctures a hole with the blade, tearing the fabric open, exposing your chest to him. You fumble for the opening of your shorts, shoving them down, your panties moving right along with them. A quick pair of movements to step out of them and kick off your shoes and then your hand moves back to his occupied one, guiding the sharp edge to rest along your abdomen.
“Please, William.”
Another moan. The blade strokes against your skin. The blood that drips down is so warm. You’re on fire.
The knife clatters back onto the counter. William falls to his knees before you, a supplicant before an altar. Licks along the cut. Plants kisses along your stomach and hips and parts your legs with his tongue, pushing through to taste your pussy. You arch against him. Slide your fingers through the sticky hot blood and feed it to him.
“Fuck me,” you plead and he does, with his mouth and his fingers but it’s not enough, you want his cock buried in you, filling you up. He lifts you onto the counter and you open his pants and he thrusts into you, one hand braced against the overhead cabinet. You wrap your legs around him, rutting against him, sucking and biting his bottom lip. “You feel so good…” You feel around blindly for the knife again. You want to mark him and taste him, take him into you in every way possible. “Take your shirt off. I want to feel you against me.” You’re used to him taking the lead but tonight you’ve slipped into the role and you’re drunk off the power of it, watching him obey you. He pulls the shirt over his head and you immediately lap at whatever you can reach, laving with your tongue, teeth scraping. His skin is salted, delicious.
Now you want that special taste of metal.
There’s something almost blasphemous about the line you carve under his ribs. Adam’s donation to create Eve, his one true love, his heart’s desire. You’re made for him, for this, exultant when the heat flows over your fingers. He thrusts forward and his cock and the knife go deeper but you keep the kitchen tool steady. He wants this. You want it, too.
A cloud shifts outside and the light now focuses on William’s body. His blood looks black. An achromatic blotch of spilled ink. The exact shade of his eyes when he looks at you and wants. You bring your stained fingers between your mouths and you both lap at the taste. He grabs your hips and fucks you faster, harder. He’s shaking violently. Soaked in sweat and the blood you’ve painted him in. You tighten around him, the tang of copper heavy on your tongue when he spills into you.
Chapter 33 ~ monster ~
William looks down at your slumbering form.
He knows the exact moment when the yellow rabbit reappears, not even sparing him a glance, his gaze remaining focused on you.
“Look at the monster you’ve created.”
She’s not. It’s me. It’s always been me. I’m the monster.
“A rare instance of honesty at last.” The rabbit chuckles darkly. “I did warn you. Both of you, for whatever good it did. You destroy everything you touch. You’ve utterly corrupted her. Why delay any longer?”
William’s eyes flick upward. The rabbit’s decaying face is pressed close to the looking glass in the corner of the bedroom. There is nothing left of the kinder design he’d modeled after that cherished wild rabbit from his childhood.
“Not yet.” He forgets to respond in his mind and you stir, murmuring his name. “Nothing. Go back to sleep, love.” He reaches out to stroke your shoulder and winces when the movement tugs the newly formed scab along his ribs. The wound was deep, nearly needing sutures. He’d been reckless.
“You should wake the children. I’m sure she’d enjoy meeting them.”
Afton inhales sharply. I said not yet.
“I grow tired of this waiting. You’ve kept me locked up for far too long. I want to speak to her again.”
No.
“Can’t you hear it? The blood sings to us…”
No.
“Remnant. The promise of forever.”
No. His fingers knot in the sheets.
“Will you bring her with you into eternity?”
“I said no!”
“William.” You sit upright, struggling against the tangle of sheets and blankets. “What’s going on?”
He heaves a shuddering sigh. “I’m sorry. Bad dream.”
“Turn off the light and come here.” He switches off the bedside lamp and lets you pull him back down with you. After a time he hears your breathing slow. You’re asleep once more.
He stares sightlessly into the darkness until the room becomes gray with the coming dawn.
#william afton x reader#william afton x you#steve raglan x reader#steve raglan x you#springtrap#william afton#steve raglan#fnaf movie#fnaf fanfic
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