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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Good Thing I wasn’t asking (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

Request: Sequel to Touch Starved. Your Parents show up unexpectedly and Kelley might lose her cool. Just a little bit.

Author’s Note: So there will probably be a part 3 in this series after i get through my request list! Let me know what you think and hit me up with questions or concerns.

You were on a high. A massive high after your win over England in the she believes cup, a win that partially came from your very own hat trick. You still had one more game before you were inevitably crowned the She believes champions, but Kelley felt that your hard work had earned you a reward.

She smiled as you cuddled into her side on the elevator. You were dressed in a pair of her #5 uswnt sweatpants and an old Stanford sweatshirt, a beaney placed firmly on your head. Part of your reward was that you got to go to dinner in daddy’s clothing, and Kelley thought you looked absolutely adorable swimming in her clothes.

“You excited for dinner baby girl?” She asked as the elevator door dinged open, winking at you slightly. You nodded enthusiastically, tucking yourself under Kelley’s arm. You were sure that she had picked something you would like, something that probably resembled a cheeseburger or pizza.

Kelley laughed at your excitement, guiding you towards the front door of the hotel, unable to take her eyes off of your blinding smile. She had an amazing night planned out for you, she was going to completely spoil her baby girl (Both in the bedroom and outside the bedroom).

“Ah finally. We’ve been waiting for you for hours,” The deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, the smile slipping off of your face, your good mood disappearing in an instant. Your father heaved himself off of the lobby sofa with an agitated huff. He pulled his suit jacket straight, his nose scrunching slightly at your closeness to your favorite soccer player.

“And do we really need to have another conversation about acceptable clothing Y/n,” Your mother’s shrill question had you swallowing back a cringe. You glanced down at yourself, you loved this outfit. It made you feel safe and comfy and wrapped you up in Kelley’s amazing scent.

Kelley’s eyes snapped up to meet your parents’ gaze, taking in your father’s far too expensive suit and the gaudy pearls that adorned your mother’s neck.

You straightened your back, and schooled your features, but did not untangle yourself from your girlfriend.

“We didn’t know that you would be here. Why are you here?” You asked formally, blinking at them in shock. You were in Chicago for the tournament but didn’t think that it was important enough to warrant a visit. You had prayed and downplayed it enough to get them to stay as far away as you could get them.

Your father’s face hardened as though he had been challenged, a thick line forming just above his brow. “Seeing as you were in town, we decided to introduce you to another worthy suitor,” He intoned, stepping to the side to reveal a boy who looked to be about your age. He was conveniently handsome you supposed, with dark hair and bright eyes, but you would never ever want him. He couldn’t hold a candle to your girl, and you were about a million percent sure that she could pull off his suit way better than he was. You suppressed your eye-roll, why couldn't your parents understand that you were happy with the woman of your dreams? You felt Kelley tense beside you, and you squeezed her waste comfortingly to reassure her. She had no competition here.

“um, we’ve talked about this. I’m already in a happy relationship and I don’t need your assistance,” You said carefully but sternly, tilting your head to the taller woman in your arms. You didn’t want to start a fight, but you refused to let them walk all over your girlfriend. Your mother’s lip twitched in disdain, and your father's face hardened.

“Ah, Kelley will you be joining us for dinner?” Your mother asked, sickly sweet. It was the tone she used when she was annoyed but didn’t want anyone to know. The one she used when someone she deemed to be beneath her was interrupting her plans. You opened your mouth to challenge the implication, but your very beautiful girlfriend spoke for you.

“Actually, we already had plans, but perhaps we could go out to eat another night,” You stated, smiling tightly at your parents. The last thing you wanted to do right now was deal with your parents, and if you could avoid it, you really wanted to.

“Nonsense. We’re free and David is free. Y/n will go change into something presentable and we will be off,” Your father said dismissively with a wave of his hand. Kelley opened her mouth to protest but was again cut off by your soft squeeze of her side.

She finally tore her eyes off of your uninvited parents to glance in your direction. Her eyebrows furrowed when she took in your defeated expression and the way you seemed to sink into yourself, a complete 180 to the exuberant mood you had been in mere moments before. Why did they think they had the right to just barge in and destroy your plans? Who gave them the right?

Your eyes were firmly locked in the ground as you nodded lightly. It was just easier to agree and avoid an argument. Kelley hated how you were always giving in to them to gain their approval.

“I’ll be down in a few,” You mumbled sadly, kissing Kelley’s cheek and untangling yourself from the woman. She held onto your hand for a second longer, squeezing your fingers to reassure you that she wasn’t mad, and trying to get a good read on you. You smiled sadly at her, it seemed that your reward would have to wait.

“No more than 5 minutes young lady,” Your father called after you, as you hurried towards the elevator. You didn’t want to know what he would do if he decided you were wasting his time. It was as though he didn’t even care he had unconvinced you and forced you to change your plans. He watched you go with irritation. What he was irritated with, Kelley didn’t know, but he always seemed to be wearing a frown around you.

“And wear something presentable for David,” Your mother added with a huff, grumbling about your lack of fashion sense under her breath. Kelley rolled her eyes, you looked amazing in whatever you wore, whether it was a floor-length gown or one of her old t-shirts. You were gorgeous inside and out. She just wished they could see that.

*****

“Look, I know this is uncomfortable and I just wanted to apologize. They didn’t tell me that she was in a committed relationship,” The suitor said quietly, sitting down next to Kelley on the hotel lobby couch. Your parents had commandeered the bar area, and she wanted to be as far away from them as she could be.

Hence why she was sitting on this fucking couch, her knee bouncing, staring at the poor boy whose name she didn’t care enough to remember like he had grown three heads.

“Excuse me?” She asked exasperatedly. The boy smiled lightly, his kind eyes meeting hers. He wanted to be here just about as much as she did.

“They never said that the girl they wanted me to meet was in a relationship and I apologize that they are ignorant enough to try and break whatever you to have up,” He said. Kelley nodded at him, returning his smile.

“Thank you, David,” she murmured, and he shook his head as if to say that the thanks weren’t needed. He had seen your smile and the way you leaned naturally into her touch. The way she had kept her arm around you as if she was grounding you. Whatever the two of you had was incredibly special, and he wasn’t about to try and break that up.

“I’ll try and run as much interference as I can. She didn’t exactly look happy to see them,” David laughed, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably, and Kelley felt her lips tick up. He didn’t seem like a bad kid, just a poor soul that got mixed up in your family’s bullshit.

“No, she wasn’t,” Kelley nodded, turning towards the elevator when it let out its telltale ding. Her breath left her, her train of thought screeching to a halt when you stepped out. A loud laugh sounded from beside her, but all her attention was on you. You looked fucking hot in that little black dress. Just so… delicious.

You blushed under Kelley’s hungry gaze, well not really Kelly’s. Daddy’s hungry gaze was probably more accurate.

“Hm, better than that monstrosity you were wearing before, but still not up to par. You really should consider going on that diet I sent you dear,” Your mother appraised you, the tension between you and Kelley evaporating into thin air.

Kelley frowned. You were one of the top athletes in the world, and your abs could rival those of Hope Solos. You had one of the strictest diets of the team, and Kelley was always trying to get you to relax a little.

“Ready to go?” You asked, sending your mother a tight smile. Kelley took that as her cue to grab your hand and link your arms, placing a very sweet kiss on your cheek. You leaned into her, allowing her strong frame to ground you, to support you, because God knew you needed it.

“You look amazing as always my love,” She whispered in your ear, placing a very short kiss on the skin just below it.

“You’ve already made us miss our reservation with your lackadaisical attitude. I will not let more frivolous behavior hinder us again” Your father glared at the two of you, his agitation clear. You cleared your throat, and Kelley straightened.

Complementing you was never a waist. She would take absolutely every opportunity she had to make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Spending that extra second to make you feel good was worth missing even the most important reservations in the world.

*****

Kelley was going to die or kill someone before this meal was over. You hated overly fancy restaurants (like why the fuck would you waste 70$ on a plate of subpar food?), yet here you were munching on a much too expensive salad (Kelley knew how much you despised uncooked green vegetables and lettuce) while your father basically took a cheese grater to you accomplishments, ambitions and love life. So yes Kelley was not pretty sure that she wasn’t going to make it through this dinner.

“I don’t know when you’re going to come to your senses and realize that your soccer ambitions don’t provide adequate financial support,” Your father said seriously, pointing his steak covered fork in your direction.

“Yes, and David has a very secure position in our firm. He could more than easily provide you with a satisfactory lifestyle,” Your mother added, smiling at the boy who was looking increasingly uncomfortable at your parents' attempts to set you up with him. Kelley released a low huff, opening her mouth as if to respond. You placed your hand on Kelley’s knee, and her mouth clicked closed.

“I can assure you that our income is more than sufficient to accommodate our lifestyle,” You said, taking a bite of your very sucky salad. Between your world cup winnings and the numerous sponsorships you had acquired, you weren’t doing half bad for yourselves. You sure as hell didn’t need David’s income.

Your father stiffened, glancing up from his meal to glare in your direction.

“I think you had a slip of the tongue,” He growled, unhappy that you were embarrassing him in front of one of his employees. You sent him a confused glance, tilting your head to the side unsure of what he was talking about.

“You indicated a shared lifestyle and income base dear,” Your mother smiled fakely at you, laughing at what you assumed was your empty-headedness.

“I know. It wasn’t a mistake. Kelley and I are in love. We live together. We share a life together,” You ground out, setting your fork down, and leaning forward. You didn’t understand why they didn’t get that you were very serious about Kelley.

“Love is for children,” Your father spat, taking a far too large bite of his disgustingly expensive steak. “And when this honeymoon phase runs out, you will be very sorry that you have spent so much time wallowing with this… woman. Sharing her bed like a common whore,” Your father finished. Your grip on Kelley’s leg tightened in an attempt to hold back the very obvious and angry thoughts trickling through your head. How could they be so close-minded? How could they not see that you were finally happy and respect that?

The silence at the table was defining and heavy, while you and Kelley sat in stunned silence. Your parents continued their meal, completely oblivious to the weight that settled on your half of the table.

“Um, I think I’m going to go to the bathroom for a moment,” You mumbled, folding your napkin in a hurry and moving to stand from the table. You needed a second to compose yourself. A second to sort through your emotions so you could continue this dinner with a level head. So you could smother the overwhelming urge to punch your father in the face.

“I’ll go with you,” Kelley said, also moving to stand, but you shook your head. You knew that Kelley- Daddy could make everything better. She would wrap you up in her arms, and you would be safe to break down, to give into the sea of emotions crashing over you. You didn’t want to do that. You needed to maintain control.

“No, I just-... I’ll be back in a minute,” You stuttered, rushing off to the bathroom before the tears could fall. Kelley worriedly watched you go, a frown settling on her face. You rarely ever pushed her away like this. She turned back towards your parents, her lips a thin line. If you wouldn’t stick up for yourself, then she was going to do it for you, her protective instincts coming out in full force, and the very heavy ring settled in her pocket spurring her forward.

“It’s sad, you know?” She hummed, taking a bite, and drawing your parents’ attention for the first time of the evening. Your father quirked an eyebrow at her as if daring her to continue. The last time they had met ended badly, and she was sure that this was headed in that direction.

“That you are so blinded by your pride and arrogance that you can’t see Y/n’s accomplishments and the amazing life she had created for herself. Without your help,” Kelley said seriously, maintaining eye contact with your father. He sighed, finally setting down his fork and leaned back in his chair, schooling his features as if he was in a negotiation with a lawyer he didn’t like.

“I suppose you’re talking about her agreement to enter into a fling type relationship with you?” Your mother scoffed, all pretenses of kindness evaporating.

“No. Not at all,” Kelley shook her head, ignoring the accusation that she was only using you for sex. Your father’s eyebrow ticked up in interest, and she took that as her cue to continue. “Y/n is one of the best soccer players in the world. She was the Fifa player of the year, holds the record for most goals in both a season and a single game, as well as a world cup champion. She scored the winning goal against the Netherlands,” Kelley listed off, resisting the urge to yell at the people across from her like she wanted to. Your parents didn’t respond like normal humans. The only way to get through to them was to present it like a business deal.

“Her career will be short-lived, much like your relationship. What happens when she gets injured, or a newer younger player comes in and shows the world what a subpar athlete she really is?” Your father questioned, unwilling to relinquish his stance that you needed a real job. Kelley sighed. She wasn’t one to follow traditions, but maybe telling your parents about her plans would get them off your back about marrying a man.

“First, Y/n works her ass off to be the best, and that makes the difference. Secondly, I would stand by her no matter what her ability to play was, and thirdly, I don’t know what else we have to do to show you that our relationship is far from short term,” She ground out, beginning to lose her patience with the people across from her. David seemed to have shrunk as far as he could in his seat, wishing he was anywhere else.

“This is just a stubborn phase for Y/n. You are just a phase,” Your mother snorted, a vindictive smile playing on her lips. Frankly, your girlfriend was tired of them minimizing your 4-year relationship, and she was about to blow their minds. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the velvet box that was the key to your futures.

“This isn’t a phase, trust me. I’m going to make your daughter my wife,” Kelley said loudly, placing the box on the table. Your parents froze, their eyes glued to the small object. They had ruined her proposal plans, so she had a very hard time feeling sorry for ruining their dinner.

Your mother slowly reached out and opened the box, a gasp leaving her lips when she saw the mesmerizing ring Kelley had chosen for you. Kelley grabbed the box and returned it to her pocket so you didn’t see it until she intended for you too.

“I do not give you my consent or my blessing to marry my daughter,” Your father said, his voice shaking in what Kelley assumed was anger. She smirked at the man, standing from her seat.

“Good thing I wasn’t asking,” She spat as she stalked off towards the bathroom to collect you. She wasn’t going to let you sit through another moment of this abysmal night. Hopefully, she could salvage the rest of it. She had a very good girl to reward if she remembered correctly.

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sapnaptwt2 · 3 years

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"Forget it. Just like you forget everything else." FOR THE PROMPT THING !! idk if im doin this right srry

tntduo? tntduo <3

Wilbur was outside Schlatt's office waiting to be called in when he saw Quackity. Wilbur had come to the president's office to talk to Schlatt about how he's running the country but seemingly forgot to do so once he saw Quackity. Blue suit, blue hat, long hair and the unique way Quackity carried himself, Wilbur fell hard fast.

Quackity was however oblivious to it. When he found Wilbur staring he went up to him, thinking he has probably lost his way or way looking for help, asked Wilbur if he needed anything. Wilbur, who was hopelessly falling more and more by each passing second, dragged out the conversation as much as he could just to spend more time with Quackity. About an hour later, Schlatt yelled at Quackity to stop messing around and to come back in to help the others. With a wink to Wilbur Quackity went inside leaving the poor man blushing.

All this lead to WIlbur making up excuses to see Quackity almost everyday. Each day he talked with Quackity, was a beautiful day to him. Soon enough, being the sly guy he is, Quackity had caught on.

It was one of those days when Quackity would be working outside the office, collecting what seemed like surveys. WIlbur came around at his usual time to talk to him. Both of them talked about whatever appealed to them in the moment as they usually did, time forgotten for a while.

Just as when Wilbur was leaving, Quackity reached out to grab Wilbur's hand, immediately grabbing the taller man's attention. "Wilbur, can I ask you something?", Quackity asked.

"Go ahead", Wilbur replied, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Do you like me? As in more than a friend?"

Soon as Wilbur had processed what Quackity had said, his heart started racing. Racing so fast that it'd probably win in a Formula 1 race. Words failed him when he needed it them the most, his brain turned to mush, impulse took over him and he leaned in to kiss Quackity. Quackity didn't move, and Wilbur took that as a sign to keep going. Soon their lips crashed together in a kiss that was soft at first but left them gasping for air at the end.

"So it is true but you do realize I'm engaged?" Quackity looks up to look Wilbur in the eye, sincerity dripping from his voice.

"No- I didn't- I didn't know. Forget what just happened. Forget it. Just like you forget everything else." Wilbur says sadly, thinking he'd never be able to kiss Quackity again, that this was their first and last kiss, thinking that he'd never taste Quackity's lips that tasted like everything he have ever needed and feared at the same time. He wasn't afraid to get addicted to it, Quackity's warm lips make him feel alive but he'd never be able to taste them again.

"What if i don't want to?"

Wilbur looked at Quackity with confusion. What did Quackity mean by this?

"What if i don't want to forget this but instead carry it on?" Quackity said, a smirk forming on his face.

"What do you-", Before Wilbur could finish, Quackity pulled him in, kissing him with more intensity than before, kissing him like his life depended on it. It didn't matter to him if Schlatt walked in on them now, all he could focus was on Wilbur, they way their lips moved together in sync, leaving Wilbur startled for a second but pulling Quackity closer when he realized what had happened. The only thing the both of them could think of was each other, nothing else in the world mattered to them.

#tntduo #asks #tobi :)#writing tag #internally cursing #i havent watched old lore in a big time i mightve forgotten half of the shit but! tntduo.#im still not out of writers block just realized while writing this fml #also this is probably the first time ive published a dsmp rp lore fic #drop follows i write tnduo thumbsup emoji #ALSO HIT REBLOG!!!!!!!!!!!

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slutforbuck · 3 years

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Traveling Soldier Part 2-- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

“Mr. Stark? I was told you needed to see me.” Howard glanced up from his papers to see you standing in the doorway of his office. “Yes! I want you to meet our candidate for Project Rebirth.” Howard jumped to his feet with an excited look on his face. You looked to your feet, knowing exactly who the singular candidate was. You knew when Steve never came back from the Expo that he had finally gotten what he wanted. You followed Howard to the lab where Dr. Erskine, Steve, and Peggy Carter were waiting. Steve’s eyes grew wide when he saw you walk in. “What are you doing here? I thought you were a secretary y/n!!” Howard, Peggy, and Dr. Erskine looked between the two of you confused. “I am Mr. Stark’s assistant, Steve. I hope you understand what you have gotten yourself into.” Howard stepped forward, “How exactly do you know each other?” You smiled, “Steve is my brother. You’ve chosen a great candidate Dr. Erskine. He’s one of the bravest men I know.” You walked away and began getting everything set up to start the process.

“Are you ready?” Steve nodded. “Take off your shirt, your tie, and your hat.” You stood behind the booth with Howard as Dr. Erskine led Steve to the chamber. You knew how painful this process would be for Steve, and you felt a pit begin to grow in your stomach. “Levels at 100%.” You looked down, not knowing if you would be able to watch the process. “That’s fifty percent. Sixty. Seventy.” You heard Steven begin to scream, and tears began to stream down your face. Peggy screamed for them to shut it down. You were barely able to hear Steve telling them to continue through your sobs and Peggy yelling for them to shut it down. Suddenly everything stopped. “The son of a bitch did it.” You looked at the chamber, and saw a huge man step out. Peggy stepped towards him, “How do you feel?” “Taller.” You smiled, “You look taller.” Before you knew what was happening, Howard pushed you under the booth. There was a loud explosion, and you saw Dr. Erskine fall to the ground. You crawled towards him and grabbed his hand. Steve knelt beside you, checking over you and the doctor. Dr. Erskine pointed at Steve’s chest, and you felt him go still. Steve looked at you, and you whispered, “Go. Be careful.” He nodded, then jumped and ran out the door.

“Mr. Stark are you okay?” You had finally calmed down, and were able to stand. “I’m fine y/n, where is..” Howard trailed off as he saw Dr. Erskine on the floor. “Oh no..” You walked to the booth and gathered Howard and the doctor’s notes. “I will put these in your office, and make the call for Dr. Erskine. Is there anything else you need Mr. Stark?” Howard rubbed his forehead, “No..no we can regroup tomorrow. Go home and get some rest, be here early tomorrow.” You nodded then walked out. As soon as you made it to Howard’s office, you fell against the wall. Tears streamed down your face as you realized that it was a very real possibility that you could lose your brother and your best friend. After what had just happened here at home, where it was supposed to be safe, made your worries all the more real. You hailed a cab, and rushed inside. You had a letter from Bucky waiting in your bag that you had been waiting to open.

He told you as much as he could about how things were, and asked about how things had been at home. You smiled sadly, and debated on whether to tell him what happened. You began writing, recounting as many details as you could. You told him what happened with Steve, and then about the explosion. You didn’t want to worry him, and reassured him that you were fine. The next few weeks of work with Howard was trying to recreate the serum. When Dr. Erskine died, the serum formula died with him. Letters between you and Bucky were frequent, and they helped you make it through the day. Bucky began to worry about you working with Howard, feeling that it was putting you in danger. You smiled down at the letter as you wrote back that he shouldn’t be allowed to have all the fun, and with he and Steve gone, you had to do something stupid to feel normal. One day after leaving the lab, you checked your mail and found a letter from Bucky. You hurried inside excited to read it. Your face turned from happy to worried as you neared the end of the letter. He had mentioned a mission that the 107th was about to leave for. As you read the last two lines of his letter, tears began to form. “When it’s getting rough over here, I think of that night at the Expo. I close my eyes, and I’m home. I see your eyes, and feel your arms around me. Don't worry doll, but I won’t be able to write for a while. I love you y/n.” Your eyes shut tightly to try to stop the waterfall of tears that began to stream down your face. You whispered, hoping that your quiet voice would carry to him, “Be careful Buck. I love you.”

“Y/n on the plane. Now.” “Mr. Stark what’s happening?” Howard pulled you to the plane, not stopping to explain. As he dragged you onto the plane, you saw Peggy and Steve. “What is going on?” Peggy pulled you to the side, “The 107th has been taken. Steve plans on getting them back. Mr. Stark needed you here in case anything happened.” “Th..the..the 107th?” You could barely hear your own voice as you looked to Steve. “We are going to find him.” His eyes showed confidence, his voice didn’t waver. You slumped down into a seat, holding back your tears.

You waited anxiously in the camp, hoping and praying that the men would come back safe. “Look who it is!” You jerked your head up to hear cheering, and saw Steve and Bucky leading the group of returning men. Steve looked at Bucky and nodded in your direction as he walked towards Peggy. You had never seen a man run as fast as Bucky did towards you. He grabbed you around the waist and his lips crashed against yours. Your tears began to mix with the mud on his face, and you struggled to catch your breath. “Why are you here? You shouldn’t be here. I can’t have you getting hurt here, you won’t recover from it.” Bucky pulled back and wiped the tears from your eyes with a worried look on his face. “I came with Agent Carter and Mr. Stark. I was told I was needed, and I went where I was told.” You kept your arms around his neck, afraid that if you let go he would disappear. “I’ve missed you so much y/n. I thought we were going to die, and all I could think about what that I promised you that I would come home safe. I can’t break that promise.” “Y/n, we have to go,” Howard rested his hand on your shoulder, “I’m sorry.” You looked at Bucky with tears steadily falling. “Buck…I love you so much James Barnes. You stay safe, and I will see you when you get home. Promise me that you’ll come back safe.” “I promise, y/n. I love you.” Bucky whispered the last words in your ear as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and then another soft kiss to your forehead. As you followed Howard to the plane, you kept your hand in Bucky’s until your fingers were too far apart to reach.

You followed Peggy through the streets of London. “Peggy where are we going?” “You’ll see.” You stopped in front of a small destroyed bar. “Before we go in y/n, I want to say I’m sorry for what has happened. I am here if you ever need anything.” You looked at her, trying to read her expression as you followed her through the rubble. “Steve?” You whispered to Peggy, becoming more confused. “Dr. Erskine said that… the serum wouldn’t just effect my muscles, it would effect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means um…I can’t get drunk. Did you know that?” Peggy gave him a sad smile, “Your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person. He thought it could be one of the side effects. It wasn’t your fault.” You spoke up, “What wasn’t his fault?” Steve stopped pouring and turned to look at you. “Why did you bring her here? It’s dangerous.” “She doesn’t know Steve. She needs to know, and I don't think that Howard or I are the right people to break the news to her.” You looked between them, beginning to realize what Peggy was sorry for, and what Steve believed was his fault. Your heart fell to your feet. “No. He’s fine.” Tears began to well in your eyes, your throat began to burn, and you felt the urge to scream. “He promised Steve! He swore that he would come home safe!!!” You fell to the floor, unable to support your weight. Steve slid down next to you, “I tried..I couldn’t…he just….” Peggy looked to the both of you sadly, “You did everything you could. Did you believe in your friend? Did you respect him? Then stop blaming yourself. Allow Barnes the dignity of his choice. He damn well must have thought you were worth it.” You leaned onto your brother’s shoulder, “What happened?” You tried wiping the tears away, but the more you wiped away, the more seemed to appear. “He fell..from a train..above a ravine..I tried y/n. I tried to save him..Just a few more inches, and I would have had him. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Sobs racked your body, you tried to reassure your brother that he had done everything he could to help Bucky, but all you could do was cry. Steve seemed to understand what you were thinking and wrapped you in a tight hug. “I’m goin’ after Schmidt. I’m not gonna stop until all of HYDRA is dead or captured.”

You stood in the control tower with Peggy, waiting to hear something, anything. “Come in. This is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?” Peggy grabbed the radio, “Steve, is that you? Are you alright?” “Peggy! Schmidt’s dead.” “What about the plane?” “That’s a little bit tougher to explain” “Give me your coordinates, I’ll find you a safe landing site.” “There’s not going to be a safe landing. But I can try and force it down.” “I’ll get Howard on the line, he’ll know what to do.” You looked at Peggy, “There won’t be time. Peggy, he’s going to try to crash it and sacrifice himself. I…I can’t listen to this. I love you Steve.” You slid down the wall of the control tower, blocking out Peggy trying to talk Steve out of it. The next thing you know, Peggy is on the floor with you, sobs racking her body. You held each other as you cried, not sure what to do without him.

*a month later*

“Y/n, you know I have been working on recreating Dr. Erskine’s serum formula. I think I finally cracked the code. Do you think we could find a candidate that would be willing to test it?” You glanced up from the files you were working on, “Why not me Mr. Stark?” Howard stopped in his tracks. “Absolutely not.” You stood in front of him, “And why not? I know the risks, I know what can happen. Howard I have nothing to lose.” He looked at you shocked. “You’re serious. Are you sure you want to do this?” You smiled, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

Howard got you in the chamber, “Are you still sure you want to do this? You can still back out.” You rolled your eyes. “I am positive. I told you, I have nothing to lose now. Promise me that you won’t stop. No matter how much I scream, you make this happen Howard. Don’t forget to take notes for me.” You smiled at him, hoping to reassure his doubts. He made his way to the booth and began increasing power. The pain you felt was excruciating, and you felt like you were about to die. After what felt like hours, the chamber opened. You stumbled out, and Howard jumped to catch you. “Are you okay? You don’t look different.” You smiled at him, “Let’s go test this. Give me every test you gave Steve.”

After all of your testing had been completed, Howard grinned staring at his notes. “This is amazing. Just. Amazing! We did it. We finally cracked his formula, and look at you! No-one will even know!”

“Our new base of operations! Camp Lehigh.” You looked around, “Mr. Stark, this is an army base.” “Exactly,” Peggy began to explain, “It’s a wonderful disguise. No-one will ever suspect a thing.” For a couple of years things went smoothly at the SHEILD base. “Y/n, I have something to show you. Follow me please.” You followed Howard to a hidden elevator that took you below the office. As you stepped out into the room, you were confused by what you saw. “This is where we are housing everything for Project Rebirth. It is the most hidden place we could find. HYDRA is still after the serum formula, we had to find a way to make sure they don't get their hands on it.” You looked at Howard, knowing there was something he wasn't telling you, “They want to experiment on me don't they?” Howard nodded his head, unable to look at you. “So what are we doing about it?” “I..Well, I’ve come up with a new technology. Since your body has been altered by the serum, it is possible that your blood won’t freeze, and you’ll be able to stay alive, but asleep.” You looked at Howard questioningly, “What are you going to do, stick me in a freezer?” Howard, again, looked away. “In a manner of speaking. It’s called cryostasis. Basically it will freeze you, without killing you. When things die down and it is safe for you again, we can get you out.” “It’s safe?” “Of course.” You looked at Howard, a little skeptical. “Okay then, I have nothing to lose. Let’s do this.” The last thing you see is Howard closing the door.

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fanficsandthings · 3 years

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Through the Years, Ch. 4

A George Weasley Fanfiction

A George Weasley x Slytherin reader story.

Each chapter shares events in one year of George and reader’s life together.

Word Count: 2.3k

Year 1, Year 2, Year 3

Year 4: Quidditch

The start of the Quidditch season was one of your favorite times of the year. It was a good way to get your mind off school work for a few hours a night while you practiced with the rest of the Slytherin team. The captain, Marcus Flint, had a strict regimen when it came to training, and the new brooms that the Malfoys had bought helped a lot.

A match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was the first match of this year’s season. For you, it was more of a contest between you and the twins over who could make the other team more irritated. It was really quite easy to make Oliver Wood mad over a game of quidditch. All you needed to do was make sure Gryffindor lost. You could let Draco and Harry do whatever they wanted, as it was best to go after the core of the Gryffindor quidditch team; their star beaters.

Looking around the pitch, you could see Fred sending a bludger towards Flint. Not caring much for your team captain, you chose not to warn him as the ball hit him right on the shoulder. It pushed Flint back, sending him spiraling in circles towards the ground, but he managed to catch himself.

You let out a laugh and shouted over to Fred, “Nice one, Weasley!”

Fred gave a thumbs up and a small wink as he turned to aim his next bludger at another one of your Slytherin teammates.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in your left side as Marcus Flint smashed full force into you. “Stop playing for the other team and do your job! If I see you even smile at one of the Weasleys the rest of this match, you’re off the team.”

“Yeah, sure. You know there’s no one else in Slytherin who could be a better beater than me.” You rolled your eyes and took off on your broom, shouting over your shoulder at Flint, “Watch this!”

You headed straight for George, his attention elsewhere, so he had no idea that you were coming. You gained as much speed as you felt comfortable with and aimed your broom right for him. Pushing your feet up, you balanced carefully on the black handle of your broomstick. You released your hands from the handle and stood up straight, wind pushing past you. The wind felt wonderful as you leaned into it, still staring directly at George, who had yet to turn his head to notice you. As you got closer and closer, you knew your plan would work out perfectly.

“Weasley!” you called out when you were barely a few feet away from him. You kicked your feet off your broom, sending it in a small arc just below his broom as your body slammed right into his.

George let out a small groan at the impact, and you heard him mumble a few choice words at you.

You wrapped one arm around him as you felt both George and yourself start to fall towards the ground. Your other arm reached into the air, and your hand fell perfectly back onto your broomstick handle. As you dangled from your broom, you looked down at George, who was dangling from your hand.

“How’s it hanging, Georgie?” you shouted down at him over the sound of the wind rushing by.

“This is such a cheap trick!” he shouted back up at you.

“My favorite kind of trick,” you retorted back.

You made it to the other side of the quidditch pitch, still hanging from your broom before you started to get close enough to the ground to let go of him. You looked back over your shoulder to the far end of the pitch, George’s broom laying sadly on the ground. Lowering your speed a bit, you dragged George’s shoes just slightly on the grass.

“You better start running, or it’s gonna hurt like hell when I let go!” you warned him.

George glared at you with a look that’s reserved only for when he’s truly pissed off at you, but he started running nevertheless. He stumbled a little bit when you let go of his hand, but managed to catch himself. You could hear him cursing you as you flew off, but you chose to ignore whatever he might be threatening you with.

“Have a fun walk back to your broom, George.”

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You could hear your name being called from behind you, but you ignored the two people yelling at you. You chose instead to focus your attention on your feet, trying hard not to trip over the rocks on the hill you were currently walking up. Annoyingly, you could hear the voices getting louder as the twins approached.

“Hey, will you slow down!” George called, slightly out of breath from basically running up the hill to catch up with you. You shook your head, picking up your pace a little more.

“You can’t be pissed at us every time Slytherin loses a game,” Fred said to you.

You stopped walking suddenly, causing the twins to jolt to a stop too. You whipped around, your quidditch robes flowing behind you, and pointed your finger between the two of them.

“I am not mad because Slytherin lost,” you said, your voice laced with a hint of venom. “I’m mad because you two almost killed a 12 year old boy and, in the process, almost killed me, too!”

“It’s not like we tried to kill you,” George said, “and we’ve already said we’re sorry.”

“Plus it was just Malfoy,” Fred continued. “And what about that bludger one of you bewitched!”

“I don’t care that it was ‘just Malfoy.’ He may be an annoying little prat, but he’s still a child. And that bludger was not us! I’m just as confused about that as you are.” Your arms were crossed in front of you now, and you stared down at them with irritation etched on your face. Having this conversation on a hill was probably a good idea, because it made you taller than the Weasley twins, and you felt like that gave you a slight advantage. You were sure they didn’t quite believe that Slytherin didn’t bewitch that bludger, but they knew you were telling your truth.

“You literally ran full force into me and knocked me off my broom,” George recalled.

“I caught you!” you said to him, rolling your eyes. “There are way worse tricks I could’ve pulled on you in the moment.”

“It was pretty wicked to watch,” Fred said, nudging his brother in the ribs.

“Thank you, Fred.” You gave him a smile and turned back to George. “Flint was up my ass about being friends with you two, so I needed to do something that would get him to shut up.”

“You could’ve picked the other twin to piss off,” George said in a slight mumble, crossing his arms.

You walked the few steps to stand in front of him, about even with his height now thanks to the hill.

“Maybe I just think you’re cute when you’re mad,” you said, patting his cheek. You gave him a wink and turned on your heel to head back up the hill again. Both Fred and George stayed rooted in the same spot.

“Freddie,” George said to his brother once you were out of ear shot. He watched your green quidditch robes flowing behind you, your figure getting smaller and smaller as you approached the castle. “I think I’m in love.”

Fred let out a sharp laugh, startling his brother out of his trance. “I know, George. I know.” Fred started to walk up the hill after you, leaving his brother dumbfounded in his spot.

George could feel the red on the tips of his ears and cheeks. It had been there since you softly touched his face, and he hoped to Merlin that you hadn’t noticed. Truth be told, you had noticed, but you thought it just made him that much more endearing.

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You were sitting in the Slytherin common room, reading a book you had just picked up from the library, when you felt something brush against your leg. You looked down to see Minnie standing in front of you. She appeared to have a piece of paper stuck in her collar.

Molly Weasley had knitted a small collar for Minnie the first Christmas you had her, just a couple weeks after you and the twins had found her. Fred and George had told their mother about the cat they were now sharing with you, and they asked Molly if she could make them a collar. They said it was their way of providing some sort of care for her, as you were the one that actually looked after her. It was a simple collar, made out of yarn, that you simply tied around her neck. It was more of a friendship bracelet than a collar, you always thought, but you loved it nonetheless. Especially because Molly had made it in your house colors.

You bent down to retrieve the piece of paper from her, giving her a light scratch between the ears in the process. The paper was folded relatively neatly, your name written on it in messy writing. It was no doubt from one of the twins, or both. You unfolded it.

Did I ever truly apologize for this afternoon? I can’t remember, it was all such a mess. Well, I am truly sorry for almost killing you. Meet me just outside the Slytherin common room at sunset. Wear something warm. --George xx

Folding the paper back up, you let out a short breath and rolled your eyes. George could have any number of possible activities planned for tonight, you just hoped that none of them put you in danger. You put the note in your book to act as a bookmark. Grabbing Minnie, you headed to your dorm to get ready for whatever it was that George had planned for this evening.

Just a few short hours later you were standing just outside your common room, wearing the comfiest sweater you could find and a scarf was wrapped around your neck. A small bag hung from your shoulder. You could hear footfalls approaching from around the corner, and you hoped it was George, rather than a teacher who would scold you for being out this close to dark. The figure came around the corner, and you let out a sigh when you saw the red hair sticking out from under his knitted hat.

“George,” you said, catching his attention, “what’re we doing? You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Only if we get caught,” he said, taking your hand. He didn’t even bother to stop walking, he just pulled you along after him. “No time to stop and chat. Snape was nearby last time I looked at the map.”

You followed close behind him, your right hand in his left. It had been almost a year since the accident with the hair dye, but you sometimes still worried about his burn. Sometimes you swore you could see a faint scar if his wrist hit the light just right. Tonight, though, you had no worries about that, too worried about the thought of being caught by a teacher. Another irrational fear, as George had told you that him and his brother had never been caught out of bed since they found this map.

You followed George, having no earthly clue where you were going. He seemed quite confident in his ability to find his way around the castle, though. A slight breeze hit you as he opened one final door, and the faint light of the setting sun illuminated both of your faces.

“Where on earth are we going, George?” you asked, praying for a real answer this time.

“Somewhere fun,” was all he said as he grabbed your hand again and pulled you out the door.

You had made it all the way to the quidditch pitch before George finally stopped walking and let go of your hand. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon now, and it would be fully set in a matter of seconds. You could see both of your brooms leaning up against the wall.

“A late night joy ride?” you asked, motioning towards the brooms.

“Something like that, yeah,” you answered you. He then pulled a small rectangular object out of his jacket pocket. “First, I wanted to give this back to you. There are a few pictures left on it. I didn’t wanna fill it up before you can go home to get them developed.”

You took the camera from him. You looked it over quickly and saw that there were still 10 pictures left on it. “Thanks George, but I can always ask my mum to owl me another one.”

You went to hand it back to him, but he denied it. “I’d like to see some pictures from your point of view too.”

You shrugged and placed the camera in your bag, taking out the gloves you had stored in there. You put them on and looked at George. “So, a late night joy ride?”

He looked between you and your brooms. “Race you to the top!” he called as he took off in a sprint.

“George,” you yelled after him as you started running too, “you know I’m faster on a broom than you are.”

“That’s why I got a head start,” he informed you, hopping on his broom. You watched him take off, heading back towards the castle.

Race you to the top, you thought to yourself. The top of the tallest tower in Hogwarts. You grabbed your broom, the black handle reflecting the light of the moon, which now shone brightly above you. You kicked off the ground as hard as you could, hoping the speed of your broom would make up for George’s head start.

George Weasley would be the death of you someday, but, to be totally honest, you didn’t really mind. You waited with pleasant expectations for that day to come.

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narakurosaki · 3 years

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title: love in the dark.

summary: when den grows ill, ed takes the first train to amestris to be by winry’s side. sadly, he’s too late, and winry turns to her fiancé for a comfort only he can provide.

or, den passes and winry seeks sexual pleasure from ed to bring her comfort.

words: 5998

rating: m

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Thump, thump, thump!

“Mr. Elric?”

Thump, thump, thump!

“Mr. Elric!”

The man in question groans, stirring from his sleep. A groan rumbles in his throat. He flips onto his stomach and buries his head beneath his pillow, holding it close to his ears to dampen the noise. “Sign says do not disturb. You’re disturbing me. Go away.”

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!

“Mr. Elric, please! There’s an urgent call waiting for you!”

Urgent?

He clambers out of bed and to his feet, nearly tripping on the pair of pants he’d carelessly discarded after an extensive visit to the city’s university library. He fumbles with the doorknob, forgetting to unlock the door in his haste. He twists and tugs, but the door does not budge. “Just a second!” he calls out and gives another tug. He grits his teeth before it clicks—he quickly unlocks the door, twists the knob, and swings the door open. “What happened? Is it my fiancée? My brother?”

The front desk clerk blinks at the sight of a frazzled Edward Elric, clad in only his boxers. He adjusts his hat and says, “Your fiancée, I believe. I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying through her tears.”

Tears.

Winry.

His heart descends into his stomach. For her to cry so hard that the hotel employee struggled to make out what she’d said, let alone to call so late at night, meant something was terribly wrong back home. He retreats back into his room and fetches his pants. He pulls them on and zips them up, and pushes his way past the clerk. He was certain to receive stares, should anyone be awake—he’d forgotten a shirt, leaving his scarred torso exposed, and appeared rather frazzled. Guests were bound to think he was but a madman who had wandered into the hotel and decided to loiter within the lobby.

He takes the steps two at a time, passing on the elevator to save time. When he reaches the first floor, he beelines for the front desk and holds out his hand in waiting. The clerk currently managing it hands him the receiver; Edward snatches it quickly, and brings it to his ear.

“Winry? Are you okay?”

On the other end, Winry sobs uncontrollably. Ed feels as though he’s been punched in the gut. “N-no…”

His thoughts race at a mile a minute, dozens of scenarios serving to activate his sympathetic nervous system; epinephrine floods his bloodstream. He can feel his body begin to tremble. Was it Granny? He breaks out in a cold sweat. Had there been an accident? He feels his heartbeat pulse throughout every inch of his body. Did Winry fall ill? He can feel the burning of stomach acid against his throat’s sensitive tissue. He swallows his saliva in an effort to force the acid back down.

Before he has the chance to inquire further, Winry sniffles and coughs. “It’s.. Den.”

No.

Den had been around since he, Al, and Winry were young. Den could survive anything, of that Edward was convinced. The Rockbell family pet had lost his leg as a pup, having gotten it stuck in the train tracks when he had wandered away from home. After getting him free, the leg had to be amputated due to extensive damage. Pinako had crafted a leg for the dog shortly after his recovery, allowing him to lead a normal life. Since then, he had never grown ill, nor sustained injury. Winry dedicated herself to training the dog to act as emotional support for those recovering from the surgery needed to install automail. He had been a great help to Edward during his recovery process, and served as a walking companion to Alphonse after the boys’ return home. The three of them had grown rather close with him, though neither brother had gotten as close to him as Winry had.

Nonetheless, a sense of dread overtakes Edward.

His grasp on the receiver tightens, and he drives his left fist down upon the front desk. “How bad?”

“Bad,” Winry says, her voice hoarse from crying. Another sob overtakes her, and all he can do is wait it out. “He can’t…” Sniffle. “Keep anything…” Hic. “Down. The veterinarian…” Sniffle. “Said he doesn’t have much…” Sniffle. “Time left.”

Fuck.

“Hey, desk guy!” Edward covers the receiver with his hand to muffle his words. “What time is it?”

The desk clerk, surprised, reads the time from the clock ticking away at his workstation. “It’s 3:47 A.M. sir.”

The next train wouldn’t leave for another thirteen minutes, and that was if he was lucky enough to snag a ticket. He traveled light these days, leaving the majority of his belongings back in Resembool, in Winry’s bedroom. If he hurried, he would be able to pack his suitcase and make it to the station by 3:55 A.M.

“It’s gonna be a bit—” he moves his hand from the receiver and offers the desk clerk a thumbs-up as thanks “—but I’ll be home soon, okay? I’m leaving right now.”

There’s no response on the other end. He hears only her breathing and the clearing of her throat. He can picture her nodding.

“I love you, Winry.”

She sucks in a breath and exhales. “I love you, too.”

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Five days had passed by the time he makes it to Resembool.

From where he had been within the country of Creta, his first train had taken him straight to a town along the Cretan-Anestrian border, a two day journey on its own. He’d arrived late into the night, and was dismayed to discover that the train to Dublith did not depart until morning. While he’d contemplated booking a hotel room, he’d grown far too antsy. Throughout the night, Edward paced the station, watching the clock and counting down the time. His eyes wandered to the payphones often, though he thought it best not to wake the Rockbell household. Eventually, he’d taken a seat on a bench and waited for the train’s arrival, praying to a god he did not believe in for Den to have the strength to survive until he’d arrived home.

He hits the ground running, pushing past familiar faces, beelining straight for the Rockbell home. His left knee squeaks with every bend, a product of his failure to maintain it properly. And while he would usually curse the damned thing for being so loud, he knew that Winry had more important things to worry about than his lack of oiling.

It’s strange to enter the Rockbell’s property without the deep barking of their dog. Edward nearly leaps up the steps and onto the deck, and knocks on the door with the side of his fist. He’d packed his key away in his suitcase in his haste, and there was no time to waste searching for it.

The door squeaks and opens inward. There is no blonde to greet him with a grin and a kiss, only her short-statured grandmother with her pipe in hand. She lacks her eyeglasses, her grief on full display.

Edward forces his way through the door and into the home. He scans his surroundings and what he can see of the living room for his fiancée and her dog. “Where is she?”

“Her room,” Pinako says, taking a drag of her pipe. She blows the smoke into the air. “She’s been in there since Den’s passing.”

Passing.

Oh, no.

We’re Pinako taller, he would have shoved her out of his way. Instead, Edward steps around her and breaks out in a sprint, taking the stairs two at a time. He makes a beeline for the door at the end of the stairs, skidding to a stop before it. Time stands still as he reaches for the doorknob; behind his eardrums, his heart pumps blood throughout his body, the whooshing of each beat prominent as his blood pressure rises. His fingers curl around the knob, his wrist turns, and his arm cracks the door slightly. Cautiously, he peeks inside, met only with darkness. The setting sun struggles to shine through the drawn curtains.

“Winry…?” he whispers, tentatively entering the room. The whoosh of his blood pumping behind his eardrum grows louder, and his brain crafts a faint ringing to drown out the silence.

Golden eyes peer through the darkness, scanning the room as his vision adjusts. The workbench to his left is a cluttered mess, quite the opposite of his fiancée’s organized workspace; the chair in front of the vanity sits crooked, as though it’s last occupant had pushed themselves away in a hurry; and, to his right, curled on her side atop the bed, lies Winry. She faces the wall ahead of him, her body shaking with each strangled sob. It seems as though she isn't aware of his presence. That, or she’s far too distraught to acknowledge it. He closes the door behind him, kicks off his boots, and crawls into bed beside her.

“Hey,” he greets softly, wrapping his arms around her, “I’m here. I’m here.”

Something within her must have snapped, for the moment he’d pulled her to his chest, Winry began sobbing uncontrollably. With each jerk of her body, the clinging of metal-upon-metal rings out, mingling with the sound of her pained cries. Edward brushes her loose hair aside with his nose and presses his lips against the skin beneath her ear.

She hadn’t cried like this in years. Not since that day in Central, when she’d stumbled upon the battle between him, Al, and Scar. He’d been so stupid that day, ignoring his little brother’s pleas to just shut up. He had seen Winry before Ed had; had he known, he wouldn’t have spoken so openly about the murder of her parents at the hands of the Ishvalan. But he’d ran his mouth, reopening old wounds, driving Winry mad with grief. She’d threatened to shoot the man responsible for the deaths of her parents, saved from the life of a murderer by Ed. He’d pried the gun from her hand and informed her that her hands were meant to help people live, not to take away their lives. Winry had shattered to pieces mere seconds after the gun fell against the concrete, throwing herself into Ed’s arms, and sobbing uncontrollably. Her voice had been hoarse by the time he and Alphonse met back up with her.

The sobs that wrack her body send him back in time. He’s fifteen, again, heart aching as his best-friend clutches his cloak and buries her face in his shirt, her warm tears soaking through the fabric and settling against his skin. The only difference this time around, however, is his newfound ability to bring her comfort, to reassure her that she is safe and loved, to kiss her tears away. He buries his face in the crook of her neck and inhales her scent. He squeezes her.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t here for you, but I am now, okay? And I promise you—I’m not going anywhere.”

In his arms, she turns to face him. She struggles to catch her breath, does her best to sniffle away the dripping from her nose. Her eyes are bloodshot and swollen, dark circles having made their home beneath them. Clutched to her chest is Den’s collar. The coarse red fabric is stained with tears. Edward gently plucks it away and sets it on the bedside table. He cups her cheek and wipes the tears that spill with the pad of his thumb. Her eyes close—a sign that his presence is comforting—and she buries her face in the crook of his neck as she so often did in difficult times. The hand that once cupped her face finds a new home atop her back, rubbing soothing circles against her skin. His neck grows damp as the tears continue to fall, her silent struggle ripping his heart from his chest more than her audible sobs. He presses his lips to the crown of her head and buries his nose in her hair.

“When?” is the only word he speaks after his skin begins to dry and the sniffles increase in frequency.

She turns her head to the side, her words muffled by his skin. “Yesterday evening.”

Edward grits his teeth. He had received her frantic call in the early hours of Wednesday. Den had passed two days after he’d gotten the news; three days before he’d arrived home. The wound was still fresh, still oozing and hurting and reminding Winry of the last moments she had spent with her beloved pet. While the loss of a dog he’d considered his, as well, hurt immensely, seeing his fiancée in as much pain as she was was the worst of it all. Had he been anywhere within Amestris, the trip home would have taken a day-and-a-half at most, but he’d just had to be thousands of miles away in another country, going about his life without a care in the world. Never had he stopped to think of what might occur while he was away. He’d left Resembool believing all would remain the same upon his return; he and Winry would plan out the rest of their lives, and Den was certain to accompany them wherever they may have gone.

Den’s sudden passing strikes fear into the former alchemist. Bad things could happen at a moment’s notice, and while one could never quite prepare for such a turn in events, they could always depend on the love and support of their friends and family members.

It’s like a knife to the gut.

“I should’ve been here,” he says, shaking his head. Her hair tickles his nose. “I never should’ve left. I should’ve wrapped up the research two months ago when I came home. I should’ve been here.”

Winry pushes herself from his neck, forcing Ed to lift his head. She stares at him with blue, bloodshot eyes, and brings a hand to his face. The heel of her palm scrapes against the blonde stubble he’d acquired on the train, the sound deafening in his ears. The pad of her thumb glides against his bottom lip. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

He’s about to draw her back into his embrace when she closes the minuscule distance between them. He tilts his head back, prepared to tuck hers beneath his chin; he’s taken by surprise, however, when her hand slides to the back of his neck and pulls him toward her. Their lips collide. Winry’s are both moist and dry in certain areas, her ragged breaths drying out the skin, her tears wetting them at random as they fell. She tastes salty, something Edward had only tasted on her after she had munched on a bag of pretzels late at night. The taste bothers him, the saltiness serving as proof of her broken heart. He puckers his lips, kissing her back, when she deepens it, the tip of her tongue slipping into his mouth. It’s nothing alarming—Winry craved comfort, comfort from him, and if kissing helped her, then so be it.

His hands position themselves—the right at the back of her neck, the left at the small of her back. He kisses her eagerly, pouring every ounce of himself into her. He’s missed her immensely, wanting nothing more than to take her pain away. The hand at her neck grips her tight, and he hopes that she knows just how much he loves her.

The kiss, however, doesn’t end, even as his mouth breaks from hers. Her plumped, warm lips trail kisses down his neck, sucking on his pulse point. He can feel her hands fumble with the button of his pants. His heart catches in his throat, the blood in his body beginning to swell what’s within his pants. She wants sex, that much is clear, and as much as he wants it, too, it feels wrong. Winry is distraught over the loss of her dog, and Ed isn’t certain she’s thinking clearly. He grabs her wrists as she tugs down his zipper.

“Wait, stop,” he breathes. I can’t believe I’m doing this. “Stop.”

Her mouth detaches from his neck, the artificial breeze from the ceiling fan cool against his slick skin. She’s breathing heavy, giving in to the lust that has fallen atop her like a large wave. He can see it in her eyes, yet the pain associated with grief lingers within. The pull tab of his zipper remains grasped between her thumb and forefinger. He swears he can feel her tug it slightly upward. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong—” with her wrists still in his hands, he brings her hands away from his body and holds them between their bodies, her hands at eye level. ”—is this, Win. I can’t sleep with you knowing you’re in so much pain. I don’t want you throwing yourself into something you might not want to do.”

A fire burns in those bright blue eyes of hers. Her brow furrows, almost as though she’s glaring at him, and she yanks her hands away. “Yeah, I am in pain; that’s why I want to have sex with you.”

He screws his face into a look of puzzlement.

Winry rolls her eyes. “You make me feel good, dummy. Really good. I just want you to make me feel like that right now, so I can just forget about everything for a little while.”

It was easy to forget about the world when one had sex. No matter what was going on, Edward always lost himself whenever he was inside of Winry. It was as though they were the only two individuals in existence whenever they made love. Her work and his research were nonexistent during those times, leaving them free to show just how much they meant to one another. Those were some of his favorite times. Now, with it spelled out before him, he understands where she is coming from.

His gaze falls to his torso as his hands begin to unbutton his shirt. He can feel Winry’s eyes on him, watching his fingers move delicately, as not to tear the buttons from the fabric. He leaves the shirt open, exposing his chest and abdomen, and grabs her by her waist. Automatically, she throws her arms around his neck. The tips of their noses bump together, and they look at one another for a brief moment.

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

He registers a quick nod just before Winry angles her head and kisses him. Her arms move from his neck, hands trailing the width of his shoulders and pushing the fabric down his body. He rolls her onto her back and pulls his arms free of his sleeves, crumpling the red shirt and tossing it aside. He kisses her with hunger and passion, pouring every inch of his soul into each movement of his lips. He has two months worth of pent-up lust for the woman beneath him, though he is also driven by her desire to feel the immeasurable pleasure only he can bring her, rather than the pain of losing the family dog. Calloused fingers weave through the hair at his neck, unintentionally tugging as they curl into a fist. The other hand pulls the tie from his hair, allowing it to flow freely down his back. His own hands work at removing his old t-shirt from her small frame. Their kisses are briefly interrupted as Edward removes the clothing from her body. He tosses it aside and dives back in to resume what they had been doing, while Winry reaches between them to continue unzipping his pants. He’s hard beneath the constricting fabric, his bulge growing even more prominent as she pushes them down his waist, though hidden still by his boxers. He refuses to, once again, place their kissing on hold; he wedges an arm between her and the mattress, bringing her up with him as he rolls back onto his knees. With his free hand, he pushes his pants off one side at a time, and lies her back down when they reach his calves. He does his best to kick them off the rest of the way, cursing against her mouth in the process.

“Wait, wait.” Winry’s words catch him off guard, though he struggles to form coherent thoughts in his haze. It isn’t until he feels her push his pants the rest of the way with her feet that he understands the need for the brief pause. Once they’re off of him completely, a crumpled mess at the foot of the bed, her hands find either side of his face, drawing him back in for more.

It’s easy enough to forget the loss she has suffered, the loss he has suffered, as they grope and nip at one another. Edward’s every sense is enveloped by her—he feels every inch of her body beneath him; the smoothness of her skin beneath his palms, the moisture of her lips against his, the slick heat dampening her underwear as his knee positions itself at her core. Her scent—sunshine, iron, grease, apples—intoxicates him. Her taste—salt, cinnamon, and something inexplicably Winry—drives him wild. He steals a glance of her bare chest as his kisses move to her neck, noting how shallow her breaths have grown, marveling at her breasts that only he was allowed to see. Her whimpers and high-pitched moans are like music to his ears as his right hand palms her breast, his thumb toying with her nipple.

She writhes beneath him, writhes against his knee, and claws at his sculpted back. “Ed,” she whimpers, “Ed, please.”

It’s impossible for him to abandon his assault against her skin. He trails kisses down her neck and toward her chest, dipping his tongue in the groove of her collarbone. He’s free to do as he pleases here, free to mark her skin in the heat of passion. His hand, however, abandons her breast and disappears between her legs, fingers working their way between her folds and rubbing circles where she needed it most through the damp fabric of her underwear. A quick gasp escapes her, and her nails dig into his skin.

“Ah—!” her head falls back against the pillow. Her nails scrape along his skin, and he relishes in the sensation, proud that he is capable of bringing her to such heights. His hand disappears into her underwear, fingers vanishing amidst coarse curls. She gasps in the middle of a whimper, having grown upset by the loss of contact, as he drags his fingertip from her bundle of nerves to her opening. He slides it in easily enough. She breathes out his name.

His mouth detaches from her skin, his head pulling away to look at her. Her skin, from her face to her chest, is flush. Three marks have been left behind on her chest; one beneath the dip in her collarbone, one on the inside of her right breast, another between both. Her head is tossed to the side, leaving but the left side of her face exposed. Her eyes are shut tightly, her lips parted and her jaw clenched. Sweat beads upon her skin, and Edward can taste it when he leans down to kiss her cheek. He presses his forehead to her temple and quickens the pace of his fingers as her walls begin to clench around him.

He’s lost in his rhythm and the moans that fill the air. His erection has reached its peak; it throbs painfully in his boxers, yearning to be buried within the woman he loves. But he isn’t here for himself. He’s here to please his fiancée, to get her mind off of things, to make her feel amazing in a way that only he can do. It comes as a surprise, however, when a hand gropes him through the loose fabric.

A strangled whimper escapes him. His hand comes to a sudden halt, his fingers still inside of her, and he breathes raggedly against her skin. His golden eyes are half-lidded, mind struggling to make sense of it all while his lower half cries out for movement. He gives an involuntary buck of his hips. The friction created by the fabric of his boxers hurts, but the reassuring squeeze Winry offers sends a chill down his spine.

She turns her head and meets his gaze. He can feel the quick rise and fall of her chest, hear the shallow breaths she takes. There’s a pleading look to those blue eyes of hers. “I need you, Ed.”

The majority of his brain has been shut off, the momentary pleasure she has given him short-circuiting his thought process. He isn’t sure what she means. She has him, part of him, inside of her, fingers curled to stimulate a spot he’d memorized long ago when he’d first happened upon it. She’d been close, and he could bring her there, if only she would let him finish…

There’s cool air at his back, burning the scratches she had made. Her other hand has left him to join her right, gripping the waistband of his underwear and tugging them down his hips. She takes him in her hand once more and begins to stroke him.

The sound he makes would have embarrassed him two years ago when they’d begun their sexual relationship. But Winry had heard every sound he could make; there was no longer embarrassment, only an overwhelming sense of gratification that she was capable of making him feel such ways. He grits his teeth and growls deep in his throat, the hand he’s using to hold him upright gripping the sheets.

“Ed…” There’s his name, again, this time in a much more commanding tone. “Please…”

What remains of his working mind is lost in an overwhelming fog of lust. He removes his fingers and wipes them carelessly on the sheets. A fire ignites in his eyes, darkening his golden irises. His fingers curl around the slim waistband of her underwear and he tugs them down her hips. He tosses them aside, and Winry’s legs lock around his waist, pulling him to her. He’s pressed to her core, twitching in anticipation, when her lips crash against his. Her lips move at a feverish pace, and Edward struggles to keep up. Their teeth clack against each other, and their tongues meet at awkward angles. There is a point at which she takes his bottom lip between her teeth and gently tugs, sending him into a frenzy. She’s grown impatient, hips bucking upward, begging for him to take charge. He grips the sheets at either side of her head; a primal urge takes control, and she assists in guiding him as he enters her.

It is an entirely different state of being when he is inside of her. They move as one, instinctively matching the rhythm set by the one taking charge. Their ragged breaths mingle with the sounds of skin-upon-skin, and it isn’t long before Winry’s pleasured cries start to ring out.

“Ed… Haa…” She gropes at his arms, hands sliding down to his wrists. She pauses to throw her head back and moan as he buries himself inside of her. Her fingers wedge themselves beneath the edges of his palms, and she grunts through her teeth, “Hands… Gimme… your hands…”

His knuckles, white from the strength of his grip, begin to pinken as he lets go of the sheets. He slips his hands into hers, threading their fingers together, and holds them tight. It’s a simple gesture that makes their love-making that much more intimate. Edward continues to bury himself deep inside of her, his rhythm never once lost. He leans down to press his lips against the tip of her nose, and rests his forehead atop hers. He shuts his eyes and basks in all that is her. The smell of sex lingers in the air, the sound of her moans fill his ears, and an overwhelming sense of pleasure courses through his body. He begins to groan as he inches closer and closer to his climax; his pace begins to quicken, a warmth settles in his stomach, and an electric current spreads throughout him like fire. Her walls grip at his length, her moans growing louder and more frequent. He needed only to hold on just a little longer…

He’s midway through a thrust when his name rings out like a mantra from her lips. Her nails dig painfully into the backs of his hands, her thighs squeeze his waist with crushing strength, and she closes around him repeatedly. Her body shakes beneath him, hips bucking frantically as her body seeks to prolong her orgasm. It all becomes too much for him—he grows rigid as he finishes, her name on his lips as he cries out in pleasure. “W-Winry…!”

The last of his thrusts are shallow and lack rhythm. His limbs grow heavy, his arms shaking, barely capable of keeping him upright. He collapses atop her, his face buried in a mess of her hair, struggling to catch his breath. There’s a deafening ringing in his ears and a blinding light behind his eyelids. His body is unbearably warm and tingly, the part of him still inside of her throbbing and becoming overly sensitive. One involuntary flex of her muscles, and he would be done for, seeing stars and incapable of silence.

Time passes. At some point, Winry had untangled their hands from one another and begun rubbing his back. Her fingertips ghost across his skin, tracing the scar left behind by his automail port, and that at his lower back that had nearly claimed his life. He feels himself slipping into unconsciousness—the stress, worry, and lack of adequate sleep on the train, combined with the exhaustion following sex, weighs him down. He can’t succumb to sleep, however. Not this time, at least. He needs to know that he did what was asked of him, he needs to know that she’s okay.

He reluctantly pulls out and collapses beside him, on his back. He throws his left hand atop his belly and splays his fingers, taking a mental note that he’ll have to fetch her something to clean up with in a moment. With his other arm, he wraps it around her body and pulls her to his side. She responds by lying her head against his chest, her hand quick to follow. His fingertips explore the length of her spine.

Her chin digs into his collarbone, though he isn’t bothered. That lazy smile of hers is far too cute to even give the discomfort a second thought. “Hey,” she utters.

“Hey,” he says back, voice hoarse, a crooked smile on his face. He waggles his brow as they stare at one another. He licks his lips and closes his eyes, again, offering her a quick peck. She giggles.

It’s like music to his ears. She had laughed so much after he and Alphonse had returned home. It became his personal goal to make her laugh whenever possible—seeing her smile, hearing her joy… it never failed to make him fall for her all over again. And now, after shedding tears night and day, he’d gotten her laughing, and with something so simple. His heart soars.

“I love you,” she presses her lips to the corner of his mouth. “I love you.” Again, to his chin. “I love you.” And again, to the hollow of his throat. “I love you.” And one last time, to the center of his chest where his heart lies. “So much.”

He wraps his other arm around her and crushes her to his chest. She giggles again, and he swears he could walk on water at that moment. “I love you, too.”

He watches her fight the heaviness of her eyelids. She had been through so much in such a short amount of time—she deserved rest, and as much as he would like to join her, he opts to observe her, instead. Winry loses the battle against herself and closes her eyes; Ed hopes that the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest aids in lulling her to sleep.

Yet, not even a moment later, she smiles and traces circles against his skin. “Thank you.”

Thank you? Thank yous weren’t typically exchanged after sex; at least, not in their relationship. He stares at her, brow furrowing in his confusion, and it hits him like a ton of bricks. She’s thanking him not for pleasing her, but for bringing her comfort when she’d needed it most.

He shakes his head. “You don’t need to thank me, Winry.”

“Yes, I do,” she insists. “I didn’t ask you to come all the way out here for me, but you did it, anyway.”

“Well, yeah, that’s because I love you, and you were hurting.” He grits his teeth, the sounds of her sobs on the phone playing in his mind. “I wasn’t here when it mattered most.”

A comfortable silence settles within the bedroom. The invisible patterns she traces along the planes of his chest continue. Edward lets his head fall to the right, his gaze landing on the burgundy collar he’d set atop her bedside table. Gone are the days of Den’s loud barks waking him up in the early hours of the day. No longer would he or his brother have to anticipate being knocked to the ground by the old dog upon their return home. The metal tag on his collar would no longer jingle through the house with every step he took. He would no longer find the dog’s head in his lap, begging for food at the dinner table, nor would he find him jumping on the sofa, lying atop him like a lap dog.

His attention returns to the woman on his chest, at peace in his presence, if only momentarily. His chest tightens as the guilt settles in. He closes his eyes.

“I think…” His lips purse, and his fingers comb through her hair. “I think I’m done traveling.”

Winry swats at his chest. “No you aren’t. Stop being stupid.”

“Win, I’m being serious!”

She pushes herself up to scowl at him. “Traveling is your thing, Ed.”

“Not anymore,” he shakes his head. What should be a joyous moment is shadowed by grief. He frowns and twirls her hair around his index finger. “When I was in Creta, I kept thinking, ‘what if something bad happens and I’m not there?’”

“Edward…”

“I kept pushing that thought to the back of my mind because I was so sure nothing else could hit us. But then you called me about Den and…” He pauses, chewing at the inside of his cheek. He drops his gaze. “You crying over the phone killed me. I hadn’t heard you cry like that since…” He trails off again, his left hand gripping tightly at her hip. He sucks in a breath before continuing. “I need to be here for things like this, Win. I can’t handle the ‘what if’s’ when I’m gone.”

Winry swallows. He can feel her eyes upon him. “…What about Al? What about your research?”

“I can research from home. I’ve bought enough books while I was out there, and Al can always send me what he comes across.” He peeks at her through his lashes, a ghost of a smile flickering across his face. “Besides, do you really think Al would be against me being home with you?”

His smile is contagious, spreading to her own face. She flashes her teeth at him. “No,” she presses a chaste kiss to his lips, “he’ll probably celebrate.”

“I think we can get a headstart on our own celebration, don’t you?” He rolls Winry back onto her back, pinning her against the mattress. She bursts into a fit of giggles as his hands roam her sides and his lips explore her body.

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summary- A Ravenclaw and Slytherin living different paths but will the love be able to survive ?

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My Girl

The echos of my parents persistent ‘house of Ravenclaw’ speeches ring throw my head as I made my way into Hogwarts. I could feel the stares of my peers as I walked passed them and into the dining hall, whispers of ‘the next headmaster’ falling my every step. Only at the age of eleven would people think it’s okay to push this so harshly onto me. My mother Juliet Payne and father Reginald Payne were as close as one could be to Dumbledore - being as they were the closest of friends they’d made an agreement that once I passed top of class with a level and good nature - I’d become headmaster.

The sorting hat called name after name, Hermoine Granger, Vincent Crabbe, Draco Malfoy, and then me - Persephone Payne. I sat in the chair that towered over me, intricate wooden carvings ran through the back of the chair. Professor McGonagall placed the old hat atop of my head. The overwhelming feeling rushed through me, the rumbling of its voice vibrated and rung my ears.

“I see so much potential, I see the prophecy. Yes..” The hats words ran off. “Yes.. I see much of Gryfindoor but I see much more in Ravenclaw.” It thought for a moment, grumbling down at me. “Ravenclaw!” The hat shouted for the whole room to hear.

Gazing over at Dumbledore, he had a soft smile on his face - he was happy with the result. I knew my parents would be too.

I sat at my wooden desk in my dorm room, the ornate mirror casted my reflection. Long brunette hair curved around my cheek bones, deep green eyes of the forest, and porcelain skin that I had inherited from my darling mother. I cleared my throat, brushing through my bedhead, today being my very first day of classes - I tried hard to look presentable. I slipped on my navy uniform and made my way down to my first class, Charms. I sauntered over to the front of the classroom, Hermoine sat just across from me - books already out. I gave her a soft grin as I got my own supplies out. The young girl had a very competitive energy - her smile back was barely meaningful.

Class went on, we all introduced ourselves and one thing we’d want to learn this year. Not many people paid attention, most gazing off into space or slowly falling asleep. I took notes, repeated important information in my head and volunteered when no one else would. I gathered my few books as class was dismissed, I continued on with my day.

When the long day had ended, I sat at the Ravenclaw dinner table, plenty of students would smile kindly and try to start small conversations. They knew of the prophecy - as did I of course. The dining hall was enormous, bigger than the one at my parents estate. Old stone adorned the walls and floors, headless horsemen and beautiful historic women danced around the room. The dinner had disappeared around 6:30 and desert popped up from the middle of the table, cupcakes and candies lining the center. I placed a white cupcake on my plate, not too bothered in eating the tiny sweet. Mother gave me such a sweet tooth growing up, we had candies and muggle treats around every corner of the house - her excuse was always that she felt it gave a warm feeling to the house.

A bounce of my bench woke me from my thoughts, my head reacted faster than my eyes did and whipped towards the maker of the small commotion. A boy sat besides me; white hair slicked back and light blue-gray eyes stared deeply into my soul. His cocky smirk lit his face up. The boy looked familiar but I couldn’t quite put his face to a name.

“So, you must be Persephone Payne - the girl who will take over from Dumbledore. You’re cursed to this retched place eternally.” He huffed, thinking his disrespect was something humorous.

“I’m sorry, but you are?” Confused why I should even have to listen to a word he had said.

“A pure-blood like yourself and you can’t even recognize a Malfoy. How tragic.” The boy rolled his eyes, it then clicked. The icey blonde hair, cocky demeanor, he was definitely Lucious’ son.

“Ah, Draco. How pleasant to speak to a Malfoy.” The fake words of endearment dripped down my lips like venom. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go get to bed.” I swung my legs over the bench and turned my back on him for the first time.

A few years had passed since my first day at Hogwarts, my name no longer was a big deal (people finally realized I’m just a normal witch with normal feelings). I had grown a few inches in height but never reached the average 5’5”. My cheeks thinned and my invisible curves came in, skin finally cleared after year 3.

Year four - the year of the yule hall and the tri-wizard competition. Alone in the astronomy tower, I watched the stars. The autumn night was crisp, the musky pine smell mixed with a hint of cinnamon was always comforting. A slow wind, kissed my bare wrists and cheeks - turning my face a soft rosy red. Hermoine had ditched out on me tonight, usually she came up here with me to study but with Harry in the competition she didn’t want to leave him or Ron alone. So I stood at the edge of the railing; hand curled under my chin and feet twisted under me. The nights like this were when I felt at peace with the world, the loud halls were forgotten and the lonely meals were put behind me.

I could breathe up here, scream at the world for cursing me to live the life my parents had wanted for me. I adore helping and teaching people from every walk of life, but it being my parents choice before it was mine was the difficulty. I sighed loudly, turning on my heels to leave. A tall blonde boy lurking in the shadows startled me, jumping slightly as my heart raced. Draco.

“I-I was just leaving.” I stuttered in surprise.

“No, no worries I was actually looking for you.” He grinned, nothing of his usual cocky smirk was detected.

“Alright, whats going on?”

His hand reached for the back of his neck, scratching sort of awkwardly. The boy looked shy - preserved almost; hand buried in one of his pockets, hair slightly tussled and the most awkward grin making its way onto his face. “Well, the Yule Ball is coming up and I was sort of hoping you would go with me?” Ah that’s why.

“Sort of?” I tested him.

“Uh, no no. I do hope you would go with me.” There he was, the boy with all the confidence in the world - or maybe none at all. He stood a little taller, head a little higher.

“Sure Draco, I’ll go with you. No funny business though!” I pointed a single finger at him - gently smiling

He simply nodded, gazing down at his feet awkwardly. “Cool.” He breathed out quietly.

I walked passed him slowly, stepping up slightly to give him a soft kiss of his frozen cheek.

The day of the ball came up quickly - all the girls gossiped about who was taking them and who was taking others. I just smiled and nodded, not wanting to be in the drama too much. My dress was hung up on in my closet for about a week, a sheath navy blue velvet dress waited to be shown off. I happily threw it over my shoulders, the slit went up just to the center of my right thigh, the spaghetti straps accentuated my collar bones perfectly. I straightened my brunette locks and painted light makeup onto my pale face. Leaning over, I strapped on my black heels. Draco had left me red rose the day before, since the night he’d asked me to go with him he’d been around more. He would wave in the halls; sit next to me in class every now and again, even come to the astronomy tower to keep me company. The way I was starting to feel about the Slytherin boy felt dangerous. The heir to the cruel and awful man Lucious with the good and fair heir to Dumbledore was the oddest of mixes. We brought stares when we were seen in public, although we aren’t together - people had their doubts.

Cho came in - swinging the door wide open, of course startling me from my thoughts of Draco. I stood up, nodding at her.

“We’ve got to go Seph.” She smiled, she looked astonishing. The two Ravenclaw girls to be the talk of the night.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Draco met me at the entrance of the Ravenclaw common room, he looked dashing. Black suit and fluffed hair, oddly a rush of nerves ran through my body.

His cocky grin showed up once again when his eyes landed on me. “Well don’t you look breathtaking Ms. Ravenclaw.” He smirked.

“As do you Mr. Slytherin.” A hushed chuckle left my lips.

I didn’t take his hand or arm that he offered, instead a little spurt of anxiety dampened my hands. I rubbed them together nervously. My walk was a slight waddle as we made our way to hall, feeling powerful in my heels, I stomped next to Draco - hair swaying behind me. We talked about everything from our parents, to the prophecy, to classes to what our favorite candy was. Draco was sweet, different from what I had seen in the halls throughout the years. He had a kind heart, unlike his father (who I’d met one unfortunate day). His presence was warm, I could actually speak to him. The awful part about this whole thing was that tonight would be the last night I could “pursue” him as my mother said. Him - a Slytherin boy with corrupt parents and views wasn't to be with me. Mother didn’t want to break my heart too much and tell me I couldn’t go with him to the dance, so here I was sadly swaying from side to side to the music in Dracos comforting arms. He smelled of fresh morning dew and a sweet green apple, a unique scent.

I let a single tear fall from my eyes as I laid my head on his chest. No one were to see it, no one were to know of the anguish I was to endure after breaking this poor boys heart. Before he could divulge his eyes onto me, I wiped the tear away. He pulled me out in front of him - a genuine smile on his goofy face.

“Thank you for being my date tonight, we hadn’t talked much these past few years so I was shocked you said yes.” A chuckle left his soft lips.

“I thought I should take a chance on you. I’m glad I did.”

“I really do like you Seph. I can’t help but feel whole when I’m around you, you make my hard days so much better. I want you to be mi-.”

I cut him off.

“Draco, I got to go.” I spun around quickly and made a run for it, I couldn’t do it. I ran down the empty corridors - down halls - turned corners till I made it to the courtyard.

The crisp air rang chills down my spine. “Seph! Persephone!” His voice came into earshot.

“What Draco!?” I shouted, I wasn’t angry but I tried hard to be.

“What’s going on? Why did you run off like that?” He quizzed, I could hear the hurt in his words.

“I can’t be with you. I can’t do this. I don’t want this.” My voice was stern, I stared into his eyes as I watched the happiness fade.

“Why not? What did I do wrong? What happened between now and the last two months?”

“You’re cruel just like your father, I’m suppose to be with someone good. Someone that will help others thrive not drown.”

“I am not like my father.”

I shoved passed him, heart breaking piece by piece as I made my way back to my dorm. The tears fell heavily - gasps and hiccups leaving my throat. A feeling of heartbreak I had never felt before tore at my bones.

Although it had been two years after my “break up” with Draco - I still couldn’t get that boy out of my head. I passed him in the halls - stealing quick glances. Watched from afar as his life spiraled down - I knew he was hurting. Everyday he grew more quiet and more pale, he was becoming a walking bag of bones. I watched as he slowly melted into a depressive state. We had potions together with Mr. Slughorn. Draco was quiet, didn’t ever talk, stayed out of group conversations

As a group, the class stood together in the center of the room. I watched as Slughorn explained the potion in front of us. Amortentia - supposedly the most powerful love potion there was. I chewed on my thumb nail as he called up a few students to take a whiff - of course Hermoine described Ron. Hermoine came and took her spot next to me, she fidgeted with her fingers slightly as she gazed at Ron for a moment.

“Persephone, would you please come take a sniff?” Slughorn asked politely.

I nodded my head, taking the few steps to the cauldron. I bent over taking that small sniff. Memories of Draco filled my head, the teasing back and forth in year three, his perfect winks, his warm smile, resting my head in his chest as we danced - the overwhelming scent of him. The scent from the night he’d asked me to go to the dance with him. Slughorn leaned over, intrigued.

“Uh, fresh air after it’s rained, crisp green apples and cinnamon.”

Slughorn gave me a knowing look before ushering me back to my spot. Glancing out of the corner of my eye I could see Draco's face scrunched up like he had smelled something bad. He was angry with me.

Slughorn dismissed class 20 minutes later, I gathered my things and made my way for the door. Leaving the class behind me, I felt a big hand grasp my wrist, turning me around swiftly. Eyes meeting with the once vast blue ones of Draco's.

“So you reject me and don’t speak to me for two years and then decide to say you smell me for your Amortentia?!” he shouted, his voice startling me. He could see me jump practically afraid of what was to be said next from him.

“I didn’t want it to be you Draco, I didn’t even want to be asked to go up.” My voice quivered, I tried to sound strong - like I hadn’t felt bad for toying with him.

“You’re a real class act Persephone.” With that Draco left, he left me just how I did him two years ago. Alone, sad and broken.

Dumbledore was dead, murdered by his dear friend Snape. The school was taken over, death eaters ran a muck around the school. Our ‘army’ fought hard, throwing spell after spell. I was guarding the Gryfindoor dorms from the death eaters, all of the first through third years hiding away upstairs. A fellow Ravenclaw Beatrice stood next to me, our wands raised while we hid behind our makeshift barriers in front of the wooden doors. My head was pounding, head bashed from a death eater just a few moments before. My fingers ached as I clutched my wand tightly, watching every inch of the corridor for someone of the opposite side. I just wanted mother and father, I just wanted to see Draco one last time. He had come to say goodbye only a few days before, saying he understood if I never forgave him but he had no choice. No details were given but I’m sure he was talking about the current situation.

“You’ll always be a part of me.” His last words to me sang in my ears all day. A boy that was forced into the all wrong choices now had his life on the line because he couldn’t leave his mother behind.

A rush of a few death eaters ran down the hall towards Beatrice and myself, our screams filled the hall as we fought back and forth. Spells flew over my head, next to my face and right at the barrier. I feel like I was done, like I had no more fight inside me, for 5 hours I had been at this post fighting off the cruel and hate filled followers. Finally the two of us fought them off.

The sound of quick steps brought my attention back at the hall, wand up I pointed it at the direction of the sound. Turning the corner, a frightened Draco made his way down the corridor. My wand staying up and pointed at him, did I trust him? Beatrice peeked over at me, unsure of what to do next.

His face was bruised and bloody, suit covered in dust and dirt. He looked lost, like his hope was sucked from his eyes.

“It’s over, Seph. Please, Voldemort wants us out front.” His voice desperate, his eyes searched for help.

I pondered for a moment, wether me going out to the courtyard was the best choice; ultimately deciding yes.

“Beatrice, get Luna and keep the door closed and gaurded.” Beatrice nodded - turning and calling out for Luna from the common room.

Luna stepped out with her wand in hand, I gave the two girls a strong smile and walked away from them. I clenched my wand tightly in my hand as I walked with Draco. We didn’t speak, he knew I was angry at him, he knew that if it were any other time I’d shout and shout till my voice broke. We made our way to the front entrance and stood among the crowd - sifting through the people we both stood out at the very front.

Harry used all his power to fight against Voldemort, he pushed and pushed till Voldemort finally let off and died from the over power of Harry. Draco held my hand behind his body, tightly he saw his mother emerge from the band of death eaters. His mother stared over and found us, her eyes pleaded for him.

“Draco.” Her soft voice sang from across the way.

He didn’t move.

“Draco, let’s go home.” Again, she quietly begged for her son back.

His grip let go of my own, taking strides towards his mother. The whole group watching him leave the scene silently. My heart shattering for the third time, he had left me behind again.

My chest caving in, I made my way to the make shift infirmary. There laid my mother and father, dead.

Merlin mocked me, he looked down on me and decided all in one day I were to lose the love of my life, parents and friends. My throat grew dry, I felt dizzy and like I was suffocating. Hoarse screams left my throat as I fell onto my knees next to my deceased parents. The life taken from their kind souls, no goodbyes were ever given.

I felt people staring, for the first time since fourth year I felt alienated again. I felt helpless and weak. I pushed the tears that wouldn’t stop spilling from my cheeks, snot mixing with them making me look like pure hell.

That night I cried myself to sleep, for the last time I was with my mother and father. My body was shriveled while I slept in a hall.

A couple of years passed, I inherited my parents estate and all the money they left behind. I declined the offer at Hogwarts as I had lost so much in my years there. The ministry understood - I lived off the 1.2 billion dollars my parents left behind for me.

The house was huge, 10 bedrooms and 12 bathrooms all for myself, my cat Ginger and my house elf Elsa. Elsa and Ginger were my only friends these days. The house had a warm toned pallet, all shades of brown and maroon. Antique furniture and paintings filled each room, plants in every window. Most days I spent in the living room, laying under the huge window listening to classical music and reading. Elsa would make some tea for us and we’d read together or she’d go off and do her own thing.

I finished up my plate of pasta and grabbed Elsas from her as she had finished as well. I sauntered over to the cozy candle-lit kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink - not feeling up to the task quite yet. I sighed - another night of being alone in the huge house I called home. I roamed up the wide wooden stairs to my bedroom in the west wing.

The walls were painted a sandy beige, floors a dark cherry oak and a large ornate rug laid on top. My wide bed sat in between two grand windows, draped with sheer white curtains. I had two antique wooden night stands next to my bed, photos of my family were on each. The smell of cinnamon apple was a constant need for my room to feel warm and welcoming. Like the boy all those years ago.

I drug my feet over to my walk-in closet and looked for my navy silk night gown. Satisfied, i slipped out of my day clothing and pulled the gown up onto my body. I turned to gaze into my floor length mirror, looking at my body. A single scar on my shoulder left from the war, reminded me everyday of what happened.

A chime of my doorbell filled my ears - making me question why someone would be here so late. I grabbed my silky mesh robe and threw it across my shoulders. I walked out of my room and towards the stair case. As I glanced down at the door, now opened and Elsa closing it behind the guest my heart quickened it’s beating. A boy I once knew was now a man. His famous black suit with a black turtle neck underneath, blonde hair hanging down his face, small wrinkles forming in between his brows, his skin brighter and eyes blue once more. Tears began flowing down my face, I fastened my pace - robe flowing in the wind behind me. I jumped off the last stair and into Draco’s arms. He caught me perfectly. I held onto the back of his hair, wanting to make sure he was really there. I cried into the man, holding him so tightly afraid he’d disappear if I didn’t.

“My girl. My Seph. I’m here now.” His voice cracked, he was starting to cry too.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” My muffled words floated into the air.

“I know, but I got out. I couldn’t take it anymore, living the life others wanted for me.” He took a deep breath in. “But I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.” Voice calming.

I pulled out of his hug, placing me gently on the ground so he could look at me properly. “you look as beautiful as the day I lost you.” A tear fell from his sorrowful eyes.

Wiping it away, I connected our lips. All the passion I had worked up for years just let out in one kiss. His hands grabbed at my hips, one arm gently moved to my cheek and then to the back of my head getting lost in my messy hair.

I pulled away once more and grabbed his hand from my hip, leading him up the stairs to our new room.

#imagine #draco malfoy imagine #spotify #tom felton #tom felton imagine #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader

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slashscowboyboots · 3 years

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The Stars Are a Part of Us: Different Speeds (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Tag list @izzysdenimjacket @warrendemachokeme @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @smokeandmirrorz @sodalitefully @roger-taylors-car @lost-in-the-80s @whisperess33 @shawolat @80snikki @rumoured-whispers

Warnings: Underage sex, drug use, drinking, implied violence. 18+ ONLY

Notes: Track #2 is by the sadly underrated Cowboy Junkies. It was released in '93, and I wondered if I should include in a fic set in 1987, but then I realized this is fiction and there's no rules! Yayyy! It's such a killer song I had to add it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajtnaiLaJNQ

Checkout was at the ungodly hour of 11, and of course none of the band was anywhere to be found, just Karen perched on a chair in the lobby, still reading her book. Love’s Surrender was the title of it, and Izzy snorted through his nose. Surrendering was probably the last thing this uptight broad ever did.

“Fun night?” she asked, her eyes not leaving her page.

He shrugged. “‘S’all right.”

She lowered her book. “Heard you met Kasey.”

Izzy blinked. “Uh, um, yeah.”

She rolled her eyes, exasperation pulling down her mouth. “Oh, of course you don’t know her name,” she snapped.

“She didn’t know mine either,” he retorted. “She thought I was Axl.”

Karen sighed. “She blew him too.”

“Huh. I thought he was with Velvet.”

Her eyes met his. “Velvet insisted on it.”

Izzy furrowed his eyebrows.

“Hazing ritual. She made Kasey suck him off in front of everyone, then he announced that Velvet was better at it. Velvet always does the local talent dirty.”

Izzy closed his eyes. “Fuck,” he breathed, “you bitches don’t take any prisoners.”

She gave him a hard look. “You’re the wildest band in LA. Did you expect angelic whores?”

Izzy frowned, then said, “You’re not just here because of us, are you? You protect her from the other girls too.”

“No. She’s everyone’s little sister, although I’d kill one of them for doing something to her.” She narrowed her eyes at him again. “I’m here because I think I need to be. Cause if I didn’t, I’d be sitting this shindig out. This is definitely my last rodeo.”

“This is your third tour, isn’t it? You were with Def Leppard too.”

Her eyes widened, and Izzy nearly licked his lips in glee. “Steve is Steve Clark. I found out some dirt about you,” he smirked.

“Choose your next words very carefully,” she said in a low voice.

“You were a groupie. Were you running naked through the hallways too?”

She stiffened, eyes widening and her face going pale, and for a second Izzy thought she was going to slap his face. “No, I was trying to keep him from killing himself, you fucking asshole,” she gritted, then slumped down. “I thought a blow job would put you in a better mood. Guess you’re just a dick 24/7.”

“Sissy!” Celestia cried, flopping down on Karen’s lap.

“Hi, Sis. You and your beau doing all right?”

“Yeah,” Celestia answered, centering herself on Karen’s legs. She was taller than Karen, and was nearly crushing her. “Did I tell you he has an anaconda?”

Karen made a face. “Celestia, I don’t need to hear about that.”

Celestia giggled. “No, he has a snake! His name is Clyde. He has some bearded dragons too.”

Karen shifted in her chair. “That’s lovely, Sis. Who’s taking care of them?”

Celestia hung onto Karen’s shoulders. “Uh, he says someone named Yvonne.”

Karen took a deep breath. “Is that his girlfriend?” she asked gently.

“His ex.”

“Uh huh. And she still has custody of his pets?”

Celestia nodded.

“Then she’s not an ex. An ex would’ve poisoned them.”

“You think he still has a girlfriend?” Celestia gasped.

Karen shot another look at Izzy. “I think they all do. Probably a few kids they don’t know about too.”

Celestia leaped off Karen’s lap. “Omigosh! Slaa-ash! Do you have any kids?”

Slash took a sip from a styrofoam cup and pulled his top hat down over his eyes. “I don’t think so,” he muttered, throwing an arm around Celestia.

Izzy shook his head. “You have a really cynical view of the world, don’t you?”

Karen snorted. “I’m never wrong.”

Izzy took a drag from a cigarette. “Actually, you are.”

“Is he still seeing Yvonne?”

“Hell if I know. But I don’t have a girlfriend. Mine got married. And not to me.”

Karen looked down. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. You write a song about a woman, and she dumps yer ass when you’re drying out.”

“Was it ‘Sweet Child of Mine?’”

He shook his head. “I co-wrote the music on that, but no. I wrote ‘Patience’ for her.”

Karen’s eyes widened in amazement. “You wrote ‘Patience?’”

He stood up and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Yeah. And you’re wrong about something else too. I’m not a dick 24/7, although you’ll never find that out.”

Izzy leaned over his seat on the bus and looked down at Karen, still engrossed in her book.

“What do you do for fun on the road?” he asked her.

She didn’t look up. “I’m having a love affair with my vibrator.”

“Oh, ha ha, smartass.”

She turned a page. “You think I’m joking. It’s Japanese and has different speeds. I’ll never need a man again.”

Izzy didn’t say anything, but he could feel his eyes getting bigger. Guess you’re not the prude I thought you were.

“Wow, that shut you up,” she chuckled, looking up at him. “Are you bored on the road already?”

He nodded. “I don’t get fucked up anymore, and that took up a lot of time, y’know. I’m not scoring or getting drunk and now I have just…...time.”

“Yeah. Well, I like to read, and being with my sisters. Sometimes, I like to see the towns we’re in, get out of the hotel a little. I like shooting pool. I really like karaoke but I doubt if they have a lot of that here. I’ve seen your itinerary and it wasn’t promising, they’ve got you out in Bumfuck most of the time.” She knitted her eyebrows. “You’re a guitarist, why don’t you play guitar?”

“That’s what I did last night. I don’t know if I can do that every night.”

She cleared her throat. “I’m sure there’s a Kasey in every town. I doubt you’ll be bored for long.”

He shrugged. “That does it for you? Reading all the time?”

She looked up at him. “I rather enjoy being bored. There were many times I was on the verge of a heart attack, and I longed to be bored.”

“Steve kept you hopping, huh?”

She held his eyes for a long time, furious, then dropped her head. “Yeah, he did.” She looked up. “Is that what you want, me to talk about him? Fine. I was in love, he wasn’t, end of story.”

He saw the pain etched in her face, and he let it drop. He lit a cigarette and asked, “You’ve seen our itinerary?”

“Yeah. The record company doesn't have a lot of faith in you, do they?”

He shook his head. “They think we’ll be dead by the end of this week.”

“Those seem like good odds. Where’s your record at?”

“At?”

“The top 100.”

“I dunno, 101 I guess.”

“Is it moving up?”

Izzy blinked.

She sighed. “Okay, how big was your record deal?”

“Two hundred fifty grand.”

She sucked air between her teeth. “You know you have to recoup your costs, right? I’m guessing you have a slew of lawyers and a bunch of court fees too.”

Silence.

“Izzy. Have you talked to MTV?”

He shook his head. “They won’t play our video.”

“You made a video? For how much?”

“$75,000. With Nigel Dick.”

“Ooh, you used a name.”

“That’s bad?”

“Yeah, cause he’s the only one who made money from it.” She lit a cigarette. “Izzy, are you aware you guys are broke?”

“We're getting a per diem.”

“You’re in the hole is what you are. Who are you signed with?”

“Uh, Geffen.”

“Huh. So just one man owns your ass.”

“So what you’re saying is that we’re in debt to the record company?”

“Yeah, big time. I mean, Hoss, if your album tanks, you could be sued.”

He exhaled. “How do you know all this?”

“Because I paid attention when the suits showed up. I knew there had to be a reason for a record exec to leave his wife and kids to hump it all the way out to BFE to talk to the band.” She lit another cigarette. “”Pyromania’ started moving up the charts, and the suits came more and more frequently.”

“Def Leppard are millionaires. I mean, their music sucks, but they made a shitload of money off of it.”

“It took them awhile to make it, though. They had to pay back Mercury, plus they used Marilyn Monroe’s image in the ‘Photograph’ video and it cost them a bundle.” She shook her head. “Your attorney fees will keep you in the red for a while. Especially if you keep playing these podunk towns.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.” Karen took a drag. “Well, maybe the record company is looking out for you. They probably figure you can’t kill yourselves out here in the boonies.”

“IZZY!” Steven shrieked, slapping him on the back. “Howya doin’, brother?”

Izzy smiled. “I’m all right, man. How are you?”

Steven was nearly hopping up and down in his dingy white hi tops. “I’m so excited, man, we’ve got a gig tonight. We’re gonna ROCK Canada, aren’t we, Izz?”

“You bet your ass, Stevie.”

“You!” Steven shouted to Karen. “You, what’s your name? Donna?”

“Karen.”

“Yeaah, Karen. You really should fuck Izzy, girl! He’s cool. Like the coolest brother you could ever have.”

Izzy smirked. “She says she doesn’t need a man, she got a device with different speeds.”

Steven looked horrified, then he grinned. “Well, let him use it on you.”

Karen blinked, and Izzy cleared his throat. “Dude, she’s not into that,” he said.

“Too bad. Fuck, that girl I’m with is insane, man. She ate that girl Kasey out last night for like an hour, man. Then they sucked me off at the same time! I’m living the dream, Izz. I don’t want this tour to ever end.” He hugged Izzy, then went back to his seat and snuggled up to a sleeping Absinthe.

Izzy raised an ornery eyebrow at Karen. “So, different speeds, huh?”

“Absolutely not. And you can’t borrow it either.” Her eyes slid to Steven’s seat. “Coke always make him like that?”

“Yeah, he takes a while to come down. He’s pretty hyper to begin with.”

“Well, you should have a high energy set then.”

Izzy rested his arms on the top of the seat. “You’ve seen us play. What do you think?”

Karen fought a smile. “You don’t suck.”

“Says the woman who traveled with Def Leppard.”

She gave him the middle finger. “Keep it up, Hoss, and I’ll ram my Japanese precious where the sun don’t shine.”

Izzy puckered his lips and made obnoxious kissing noises, then said, “Promises, promises,” and flopped down in his seat.

#hello to all 5 of you reading this #i love you more than you will ever know #izzy stradlin x ofc #izzy stradlin fanfiction #guns n roses x ofc #guns n roses fanfic

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Brothers anon, sorry this keeps taking me a while to send, been very busy lately.

He only had a hunch at first he was his ancestor but later talking with Karl confirmed it. I have yet to decide, I think he probably will just so I can focus more on the current events and not his past.

He solely relys on his instincts when around other endermen. Although when around Ran he relys more on his social interaction skills. Though he still does certain things (like no eye contact, he leaves two blocks for Ran as a show of care and harmlessness, and sometimes warbling at Ran) due to his instincts. For other enderman it generally works out well, they mostly leave Ranboo alone anyway. But for Ran, he doesn't care much.

He is aware of Enderwalk Ranboo, mostly cause Phil warned him about it. His interactions with Enderwalk Ranboo are mostly Enderwalk Ranboo entering his room and trying to get close to Ran only for Ran to really full heartily growl and lash out at him when he gets close. Then Enderwalk Ranboo whines and leaves. Ranboo is hesitant but welcoming and open to Ran all the time, mostly because holy shit its another enderman hybrid, he thought he was the only one! And Ranboo can tell the two share a bit of similarities but mostly just thinks its because there both enderman hybrids.

Karl manages to convince the Artic Commute to leave the two alone and once they leave starts to question Ran. Only to pretty often get cut off by him asking a retaliation question. Ran is angry and desperately wants to know everything, Karl is scared and wants to know everything Ran knows. So they eventually come to a agreement where Karl asks a question, Ran answers then he asks a question and Karl answers that. After a while of this they come to an agreement to wait til Ran is fully healed to start to find a way to get him back. And in the meantime Karl'll explain his timetravel stuff and how Ran got here, hoping to get the Commute to agree to help them find a way to get Ran home.

A mix of annoyed, angry, relieved, and homesick (cause Tubbo reminds him of Jackie). Bit of both, he wants to know whats going on and where Ran came from, but is also just curious about the other hybrid. Tubbo heads to the Artic cause Ranboo hasn't been over at all in weeks, keeps saying he's to busy and how something interesting happened at the Artic. So Tubbo gets tired of it and decides to head over to find out whats keeping Ranboo from visiting. Ye medic Eret, I was originally thinking of medic Bad but I think I may try to include the Egg in this somewhere so he's not a option. They have a mutual relationship, no one there really has a reason to dislike him or to heavily like him, but they all get along whenever they meet. Eret learns by Phil contacting him for help, cause while Techno and Phil both know some health knowledge they don't know enough to properly treat Ran and make the call to call in Eret to help, both trusting them enough to keep this secret between all of them. Karl learns because of Eret actually, Eret comes to Karl for help to see if he has any enderman biology books and half handly mention how a enderman needs help, leading to Karl asking if its Ranboo or Edward, the no he gets in response alarms him enough to back Eret into a corner and force him to tell him who was there that needed help. All Eret said was a dark enderman with green eyes, which reminds Karl of Ran and gets him panicked enough to go see if its him. Tubbo knows cause he gets impatient of waiting for Ranboo to vist so he vists with no warning, leading to him meeting Ran while looking for Ranboo. Its kept hush hush cause their all unsure of how the rest of the SMP would react to having Ran there, especially when it's revealed he's from the future.

He did. He's not having fun. Karl used too but not anymore since he's time travled so much he's gotten used to it.

Partially, he understands all common though is only able to speak a medium amount, mostly due to his mouth and vocal cords are just unable to make some words or sounds needed to speak it. When that happens they basically play charades. He is still Technos roommate and is happily helping Ranboo in anyway he can.

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They steal anything they can get their grubby hands on. It actually goes pretty well as well shockingly. They mostly steal anything that looks expensive, though they manage to find a bunch of raw material like gold, iron, and even diamonds and steal all of that. And they get far enough no one can find them at first.

Thats exactly what happened, they make eye contact, hear a ruckus from nearby, make eye contact again, then fucking book it away from the sounds.

The most trouble the group makes is when Grievous makes fun of Porkums hat and gets punched for it.

Honestly with all the wars and battles that go on in the SMP he probably doesn't even bat a eye, its probably normal for him.

First thing Jackie does is complain about everyone being taller than him. I imagine Pogtopia being abandoned for years hasn't left it in a very stable state. So Jackie just steps in the wrong place and gets sent tumbling down, with rocks falling after trapping him.

All happened after they met Karl, but all happened at different times. So for example, the Wild West where thrown back 3 years after meeting Karl. While for the Haunted Mansion crew, they where thrown back months after meeting Karl. Even though they've all met him before their reactions are slightly different depending on how long ago they met Karl. Again for example Sherman and Jon Jon greeted Karl like a old friend and were happy to see him again. While all of the Haunted Mansion crew greeted Karl with questions as they more recently saw him so didn't feel the need to say hello. Cause Isaac and Karl are both in Kinoko Kingdom, where Karl holds all of his books about the time travel journeys, Karl is able to bring Isaac to the books and show him the City of Mizu Book, along with the others that explain who they people he was with where. Plus Isaac just doesnt really have a reason to not believe Karl as he has never lied to him or anything.

Im guessing you mean after the search party is formed, then its actually Ran found first since he's so close. Karl has to try to convince Ran to join them so they can count him as found and then take him to a holding type area. Ran refuses at first and Karl gives him a ultimatum that he either goes with them and gets to go home or stays here forever. He eventually agrees to come with if he gets to search with them, and reluctantly Karl agrees. Karl does what any of the Tales people joining them on their search, but much to his dismay more people insist on joining them. Ran also actually has information on the Bandits but refuses to give it until they find Jackie, cause he has a bad feeling that something happened to him. Ran actually has his left hand bandaged cause a massive piece of glass went through his hand. Jackie will eventually get his arm in a sling due to a broken bone. Ranbulter and James suffer hypothermia and have to be taken care of by Bad (the Egg doesn't exist in this au). Zack slips trying to get away from the Bandits and twists his ankle. Sherman breaks a finger trying to get out of the ravine. And Benjamin gets a slash on his leg after trying to run from Drowned and getting grazed by the trident. Both sides goals are getting back home. Though it's harder for the Tales cause not all of them get along. Karl gets worn down over time and slowly becomes more distressed and hopeless about getting them home. And all the stress builds up til he just snaps and sadly, quite a few people are in the line of fire when he snaps.

From Future To Past AU:

What led to him suspecting Ranboo to be his ancestor?

Do certain blocks have certain meanings, then? For Endermen?

Enderboo sounds very sad and put-out. How is he generally in this AU, seeing as Phil's aware of his existence at the least? How does Ran feel about his visits, and what are his thoughts on when it happens? Are Ender hybrids rare in general, if he's so surprised to see another one?

How'd Karl convince him? How do the two currently view each other, and what were their previous interactions beforehand, if Ran's reaction to him was so upset, and Karl was spooked? How do they get along after?

How does the rest of the Arctic react to Tubbo's presence, and how do our two Endermen feel about the possible tension-considering Ranboo's closeness to Tubbo, and Ran being reminded of Jackie. What are you thinking, egg-wise? Why does Eret go to Karl for books? Is his library well-known?

So Karl could possibly help Ran out with the effects? Or is at least aware of them? Or no?

Charades with them all sounds like so much fun, honestly. Can you imagine it?? And good! We need more Edward around!

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Tip Of The Iceberg AU:

Good for them. Do they end up having to return the stuff later, or no?How does it go when Las Nevadas realizes who the thieves are?

Common sense isn't dead! Huzzah! Absolutely hilarious image though.

Good for Porkums, honestly.

That is also true! And really funny image, once again. Eret's just like- 'ah, my window, mysteriously broken. Again. Absolutely shocking. Whatever will I do.' Completely deadpan while they pull out supplies from a chest kept nearby for this exact thing.

Everyone else: Where are we? Are we in danger? What happened?

Jackie: How dare you all be taller than me.

That's not good though. How do they and the others react to that?

Have certain events of the Tales been altered then? Seeing as some of them would be dead otherwise? Or were they revived when they were thrown back in time?

How do all the Smp members react to these random people who popped up seeming to know Karl? 'never lied to him' implies Issac knows Karl a bit more beyond just meeting him now, so what's with that? Is he just naturally trusting of him, or do they know each other?

How does that first interaction go, not just between Karl and Ran, but with the others with them? What information does he have on the bandits, and how did he get it? Similar past as before, seeing as Jackie remains so important to him?

Poor Tales. None of them are having fun, huh? Where are they all housed after this, and what are relationships like as of now? Do the groups stick together from era, or with whoever they just get along with best? How do they interact with certain Smp members?

And what happens both during and in the aftermath of Karl snapping?

#dream smp #dream smp au #tales from the smp #karl jacobs #ranboo #Tip Of The Iceberg AU #From Future To Past AU

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STAR CROSSED LOVERS~ JAMES SIRIUS POTTER

Summary: Harry Potter does not get along with his old Slytherin classmates. He doesn't let his son talk to his either. But what happens when James Sirius Potter falls in love with the Slytherin daughter of Blaise Zabini?

Warnings: fluff, kinda angsty, slightly ooc Harry and a few swear words

This is for @im-a-writer-right writing challenge

Gif not mine

Being the daughter of Blaise Zabini is not always easy. My mother had left us when I was just a child. I was left in the care of my not so motherly grandmother and her troupe of new husbands and my father, who was really trying his best. He wasn't very fatherly by nature but he tried to be there for me whenever he could.

After the war things were better for the wizarding community. They tried to be mom judgemental based on blood status or house, but old habits die hard. My father and his Slytherin friends especially uncle Draco were shunned and looked down upon. All for the mistakes made by their parents. People would glare at them whenever they passed by. Finding jobs wasn't that easy for us. Not that we needed it but dad wanted to find a way to redeem himself. So he and uncle Draco joined auror training where obviously they were most disliked. Seeing all this around me made me determined to grow up and fight this prejudice. I told my father what I thought and he smiled and patted my head saying that he believed in me. That was all eight year old me wanted to hear and she believed it thoroughly.

But things are not as easy as it seems. I started Hogwarts soon after. I sat in a carriage all alone for a while for no one wanted to sit with a Zabini. Then came in a boy with messy black hair and brown eyes. "Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full." I was delighted! "Yes ofcourse!" "James Potter." He said extending his hand. Oh. A Potter. He'd get up and leave the moment I told him my name. "Y/n Zabini." I said preparing myself for him to walk away disgustedly. I looked up at him after a few moments. "Why didn't you run away screaming?" "Why should I have?" "Because your dad hates mine. My father is Blaise Zabini. Draco Malfoy's best friend." My words sunk in. "So you're the girl my dad told me to stay away from." I felt crestfallen. Why had some old mistakes caused me this? I blinked away tears that threatened to fall. He made no move to leave and continued to stare at me. "Why are you still here then?" "You seem like a nice girl and I think we'll be good friends." "What about your dad?" "He'll get over it and besides rules are meant to be broken." Hd said winking. I laughed. Maybe things would not be so bad.

An hour into the train ride, a boy with tan skin and red hair came to our compartment. "James! There you are. Ive been looking everywhere for you." "This Fred. He's my cousin." James told me. "Now who might this pretty girl be?" He said looking at me. I introduced myself to him, waiting for a reaction. "So this is the girl your dad warned you about?" "Yep." "Nice." "As he already told you, I'm Fred, Fred Weasley. My parents warned me too, but you seem nice and I love breaking rules so, let's be best friends." He said with a genuine smile. I nodded. My biggest fears were wiped! I hadn't reached Hogwarts and I already had two friends!

"Anything from the trolley dears?" Said the trolley witch. "Just jelly slugs thanks." I smiled. She handed it to me. I opened it and shared it with the boys. "So which house are you going to be in?" James asked me. "We're certainly gryffindors." Fred finished with a smirk. "I, uh, I think I'll be in um Slytherin." They had a shocked expression but wiped it off quickly. "Well, Slytherin would have gained a brilliant witch then."

The rest of the journey was quite uneventful. We were nearing the castle and I was quite excited! I had heard so many stories of the castle from my dad. We exited the train and walked up to this giant man who was calling all first years to him. I started walking toward him with Fred and James behind me. We reached a large lake with lots of boats. The boys ran ahead and sat on a boat. They beckoned me to them. Honestly, I was still shocked they actually wanted to be my friend! I climbed on with them and we looked at the castle in awe. The ride was relatively silent as we were all mesmerized by the view. The boat ride was over and we were at the entrance to the great hall.

A tiny profesor who introduced himself as professor Flitwick gave us an introductory speech. I listened intently getting more nervous as the time passed. Seeing my face James squeezed my hand and Fred (who was half a foot taller than me) patted my shoulder reassuringly. The large door opened and we walked in. The great hall was everything I imagined. I looked at the celing it was enchanted with the night sky and floating candles. It was beautiful! The sorting ceremony was about to begin. There was a wierd hat that burst into a song. I got quite the shock.

Professor Flitwick called out names. Some girl names Jessica Greene was sorted into Slytherin. Daniel Walker was sorted into Hufflepuff and so on.

"Potter, James." I squeezed his hand and he gave me a small smile and sat on the stool. The hall started murmuring at his name. The hat had barely been placed on his head when it called "gryffindor!" James jumped up in glee and ran to the gryffindor table. "Weasley, Fred." I smiled at him as he sat on the stool. "Gryffindor!" The hat called after a few seconds. Eventually only I was left. "Zabini, y/n." I breathed in trying to calm myself. Dad would love me no matter what house I was in. Grandmother was a different story, but still. Calm yourself y/n. I climbed onto the stool and the hat was on my head. "You are different." The hat told me. "You've got great ambition and thirst to prove yourself and to change the world. But you're also very brave and chivalrous. Where to put you? Better be Slytherin!" I smiled to myself and walked to the Slytherin table. James and Fred smiled at me and threw me a thumbs up.

"Jessica Greene." Said the blonde girl I had seen earlier. "y/n Zabini." I smiled and shook her hand. She smiled. "I think we're going to be great friends." I felt so happy! I had made 3 friends when I thought I'd make none. Headmistress McGonagall gave us a welcome speech and gave a list of forbidden places and objects; which by the look James and Fred shared and then gave me; they intended to break all of them. i giggled to myself. Hogwarts truly was a magical place. After the speech was over, the tables magically filled up with the most delicious smelling food ever! I immediately piled my plate with a variety of dishes. " You look like you've never seen food before." snorted Jessica. "I have seen food before, just not as good!" I proceeded to finish up my food while conversing with Jessica and the rest of my housemates. They were all very nice, none of them having pureblood only ideas. the feast ended and we were led to the common rooms. The Slytherin common room was in the dungeons. It was green and very cozy. i liked the vibe of the place. i shared my dorm with only 3 other girls since there were only 4 slytherin girls in first year. My bed was beside the window and i loved it!

Jessica decided that since there were so few of us, we needed to bond and stick together. So after all of had got dressed we sat down in a circle and introduced ourselves. "I'm Abigail Larson." said the girl with long brown hair and green eyes. The other girl introduced herself as Anika Smith." she had tan skin and deep brown eyes with dark brown hair. The four of spoke till late that night. I woke up a bit early the next morning, excited for our first day. I got dressed into my school robes and then went to wake up the others. Anika and Abigail woke up easily while Jessica was a whole different story. "Five more minutes." she groaned. "Ok sleepy head, but if we miss our first day of classes i doubt the teachers will be happy. She groaned again but woke up anyway. While i waited i wrote a letter to my father. I told him about my house, the sorting and my new friends." I had just finished the letter when Jess was ready. "Ready to go?" i nodded and the four of us head out to the great hall.

I split from the group so i could owl the letter. I was on my way to the owlery when i felt an arm wrap around my waist and another around my shoulder. "Well, look who it is Fred! Our little snakey friend." " Why yes it is james, say y/n already forgotten about us have you?" I giggled at the comment. "Ofcourse not! I was just about to send this letter before you two slowed me down." "Our sincerest apologies." said James not looking sincere in the slightest. They continued to follow me to the owelery talking among themself. i quickly tied the letter around my owl's leg and gave him a few treats before he took off. " Lets head to breakfast before we get late yeah?" "oh little Zabini, ever the punctual girl." Said Fred snickering slightly. I hit him in the arm and walked toward the great hall. I bid they boys goodbye and sat at the slytherin table with my friends.

First year passed by relatively fast. I topped most of my classes and was the favourite student of most of the professors. Potions was my favourite class, closely followed by charms. The year was at it's end and Fred, James and I were walking by the black lake. I kicked at a pebble before turning to the boys. "Did you tell your parents that you were friends with me?" i asked hesitantly. "Not exactly, no." they said. "Our parents would not be too happy about that." "I understand." i said sadly. I should have known,their family wouldn't welcome me with open arms would they now. "Don't be sad little snake. We'll figure it out. I promise." i smiled.

I sat in the train carriage with the girls, excited to be home. I was top of the class, a slytherin and the teachers loved me. Grandmother would be pleased. Dad, well he is proud of everything i achieve and i love him for it. During the ride James and Fred walked in. "Hello ladies, mind if we borrow our little friend here for a minute?" They nodded and I walked out of the cabin with the boys. "So we have come up with a plan for you to meet us during break without our parents getting to know." I looked at Fred and motioned him to go on. "Our close friend and fellow gryffindor, Alec Thomas lives near diagon alley. We have made a plan to meet him during the break at his house. We spoke to him and he agreed to let us stay over at his place during break. If you could come to diagon alley around the 13th of july (thats my birthday lol) we could meet up for ice cream!" "That seems like a good plan." I said thoughtfully. I was planning on telling dad about the boys anyway, this could work. They grinned. The train sounded as we drew nearer to the station. I grabbed my bag and got ready to get off at the station. I hugged the girls who had grown to become my best friends although i was closest to Jessica.

I walked around the station looking for my father. "Y/N!" His voice came. I dragged my trunk and ran to him. He pulled me in for a hug. "I missed you so much!" "I missed you too dad and i have some great news!" I told him about all my achievements and my new friends. "Your grandmother will certainly be proud. She missed you although she won't admit it." I giggled at that. We apparated home where grandmother was waiting for us. A there was a man behind her whom i did not recognize. He must be her new husband! Yeah, grandmother changed husbands like she changed clothes. I went and hugged her. "How was school?" "It was great!" I told her too of all my achievements and dad was right, she was proud of me.

The days flew by quickly. I received an owl from James asking me how I was and reminding me of our meeting in a few days. Right. I had yet to tell my dad about them. I would do it now. As i was preparing to tell him the door opened and there he was. "Hey darling." "Dad I need to tell you something." "Okay." he said cautiously. "I am friends with James Potter and Fred Weasley. Please don't be mad." He smiled at me. "I am not mad dear. In fact i am happy for you. You have made so many friends! And besides I am not going to control who you are friends with. It isn't fair. But darling, be careful. James and Fred may be nice but their family won't accept you easily." "I know that. And i will be careful. Besides, they have asked me to meet with them this week at diagon alley, Can I go daddy?" He thought about it and and sighed. "Alright. You can go." "Thankyou so much!" I hugged him.

On the morning of the day I had to meet the boys I woke up early out of sheer excitement. I ran down and ate breakfast quickly. Grandmother looked shocked to see me up early but didn't comment. I ran up to my bedroom and got dressed. "Ready to go?" Dad asked coming into my bedroom. "Yep!" We were going to get my school stuff before I met the boys. We apparated to diagon alley. Dad said he had some work to do and told me to go and buy some quills and ink in the mean time. As I left the shop my father walked toward me grinning, holding something behind his back. "As a reward for doing so well, I decided to get you this." It was a broom! Oh I loved quidditch. I used to play with dad and uncle Draco sometimes. Scorpius never liked the sport. "Thankyou so much!" It was one of the best brooms out there. Oh I'm definitely trying out for quidditch this year. He patted my back. "Looks at the time! You'll get late to meet your friends. I'll get the rest of your stuff. You go ahead." I bid him goodbye and ran to the ice cream parlour.

There on a small table were James Potter and Fred Weasley. "Hello boys." I said as I walked up to them. They greeted me cheerfully. We ordered our ice cream and sat down. "Shit!" Said James loudly. He frantically pointed at the window. I looked to see what on earth was bothering him when lo and behold the famous Harry Potter was walking toward the shop. "What do we do?" Mr Potter had already seen us so I couldn't exactly run away. "Don't mention your last name no matter what ok." Fred told me. "Hey kids." Said Mr Potter. "What brings you here dad?" James asked a bit nervously. "Oh I was just in a meeting near by and thought I'd come say hi to you both. I called Dean up and he said the two of you had come here to meet a friend who I'm assuming is this young lady here." He said pointing at me. I shot him a nervous smile, not quite knowing how to react. "Yes. Dad that is y/n. She's in our year. Top of the class." "It's great to meet you." "You too sir." I started to get nervous and I think James noticed because he said. "Dad it's getting late we better get going. Good bye!" Mr Potter looked confused but left anyway. "I'd better leave too boys. See you at school." They hugged me goodbye and I went to find my dad.

***

Fourth year

The whole incident was long forgotten. The boys and I became very close. We decided not to meet such a way ever again. The stress was too much for me.

The boys had decided that it would be fun for them to join me and the girls on our train journeys and while eating dinner ever since Albus and Scorpius had been sorted into slytherin in our third year. My friends gave me suggestive looks but eventually got bored of it and accepted the boys joining us. The train journey wasn't that different this year. "Hello ladies." Said Fred sliding into the compartment. We greeted them with a chorus of hellos. Fred sat down opposite me beside Abi. Although there was a ton of space next to him, James squeezed himself next to me almost pushing Anika off her seat. She glared at him and stood up muttering coulourful words while setting herself next to Abi. "How was you guys' summer?" He asked. "It was terrible!" I cried. It truly was. "Hey! you spent half of your summer with me." Said Jessica in mock offense. "Jess, you know what i mean." She simply smirked. "What happened?" James asked. "Well, for starters I had to help set up this stupid wizarding gala with my grandmother. She wanted to show off and sell her jewelry to other folk while at the same time hosting a ball like thing, whih mind you was boring as hell. The only people who showed up were stuck up old ladies. They had brought along their reluctant grandsons who i am sure my grandmother wanted as a potential suitor for me, and had she had her way it would have been so, but my dad would not allow it. Anyway, I spent a week of my break in that way." I finished with a sigh. I could see how badly everyone wanted to laugh or sympathize with me. "Go ahead and laugh." Everyone burst out laughing and i found myself laughing too.

We spent the rest of the journey laughing and having a gala time. We reached hogwarts and watched the sorting. Slytherin had gained 9 new students. We heard the standard starting of the year speech and tucked in. We chatted merrily until bedtime like every year. It had become a tradition to chat all night on the first day of school. I went to bed that night with a smile on my face.Hogwarts is truly a magical place.

Today was the first day of classes. I had dropped divination and taken arithmacy instead. I had heard it was a wonderful subject. Professor Howard took arithmacy and he was a brilliant teacher. I truly loved the class. I sat down at my place when in noticed a head of shaggy black hair in front of me. "James?" I asked surprised. "Y/n!" James said. "I didn't know you took this class." "Neither did I. But apparently I do now." He joked. "Only kidding. I never took divination after hearing how boring it was from my dad." 'Why don't we sit together?" He nodded and jumped over his seat and onto the one next to me. "You could have just walked you know that right?" He just grinned and shrugged innocently. I just rolled my eyes.

Fourth year wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. I actually quite enjoyed it. I was sitting by the black lake. "I need your help!" came the voice of Scorpius Malfoy, following behind him was Albus Potter. "Whats up Scorp?" "Well, I like this girl and want to ask her out. But I think she hates me." "Who is this girl?" I asked. "It's my cousin, Rose." Albus cut in. Rose Granger Weasley. Another person who hated people like Scorp and me, it was because her dad doe s not like ours, but unlike the Potter boys, she refused to change her views. "Well Scorp, you should be nice to her, try being her friend, only then ask her out. If she refuses to be your friend, then I guess she is not worth the trouble. No offense Albus." "None taken. I know that Rose is a bit stuck up which can be pretty annoying." Scorpius looked dejected but nodded nonetheless. I felt a bit bad for him. But I can't really help him can I?

Today is the first quidditch game of the season. Our captain has been working out butts off sine a month. "Ready to get your arses beat?" I smirked at Fred and James. "You wish Zabini." They retorted. I walked to the slytherin changing room where our captain, Elena Johnson was waiting. "Alright. We have worked long and hard for this. Use your strategies and no cheating and we can win." We cheered and got to the pitch. I was a chaser on the team and so was James. I mounted my broom and smirked at him. He smirked back. Madam Hooch blew the whistle and the quaffle was in the air. I dived to catch it, but James caught it first. Dang it. I chased after him to try and catch the quaffle. He threw the quaffle to the hoop and just as it was about to score, my fellow chaser, Andrew caught it. He passed the quaffle to me and I scored! James was behind me now, I threw the quaffle to the third chaser, Ben who threw it at the hoop. We scored again. Slytherin was in the lead and I was ecstatic. The gryffindor chasers were trying their best to up their score. The beaters were sending bludgers left right and centre. Fred knocked a bludger in our direction, not intending to hurt anyone, but unfortunately James had come in the way and he got hit. He was a foot away from me when I saw him fall. The crowd gasped. I don't know what came over me and I dived to catch him. He nearly hit the ground when I broke his fall. I set him on the ground gently. "James. James?" I tried to shake him, but he was unconscious. Madam Hooch took him to the hospital wing and the game continued. I hoped the seeker would catch the snitch because I was unable to focus. My wishes were answered because the snitch was caught and Slytherin won the game.

I should have stayed back to celebrate but I was too concerned about James. I changed and rushed to the hospital wing. He was lying there asleep looking so peaceful. I sat by his bed and looked at him. I think I must have been there a long time because I had fallen asleep and for some reason when I woke up I was holding James' hand. I quickly retracted it. "Y/n? Is that you?" James asked. "Yea, it's me. You took a pretty bad fall there you know?" "I know. I did it so it would not hit you." "What?" "Yes." He said and before I could say anything else he fell asleep again. Typical.

What he said that day never left my mind. He obviously did it because he's my best friend. Right? RIGHT? I voiced my thoughts to Jess but she simply have me a knowing look and was no help at all. I eventually decided to let it go and move on with my life. James seemed to have forgotten he said it too. So I pretended he didn't and we were back to being best friends.

Sixth year

Although I pretended that I had forgotten what James said, I never did. His words kept resounding in my head and he never left my mind. All the tiniest things he did made it seem like he liked me. Although, he's been like that since the start. I spent the entirety of fifth year deciding whether I liked him or I was just being paranoid. Eventually I decided that I did like him and I was just lying to myself saying that I didn't. I told my friends about my revelation when they stayed over during the summer and they all responded with a "Finally!" Or something along those lines. Rude.

After I accepted I had a crush on James, I because hyper aware of him whenever he came near me. I would immediately tense and blush. I think I was pretty obvious but James was oblivious as always. Even Fred noticed and asked me about it. I tried to avoid answering his questions but he is a stubborn prat. I made him swear not to tell anyone and told him of my crush. He jumped and screamed. "I KNEW IT!" he was convinced James liked me too, but how could he? He was my best friend and besides, his father would probably kill him.

Fred seemed to take my confession as a challenge to set us up. He even managed to rope in my friends. They made us sit together I'm class, while eating. They left us alone for long periods of time but nothing. I decided that it was worthless waiting for James since he obviously didn't like me back. I would try move on. It was hard, obviously when I so clearly in love with him.

I was sitting in the library finishing my potions homework when Andrew Higgs came up to me. He was a sweet boy and was in the quidditch team with me. "Hey y/n." "Hey Andrew. What's up?" He rubbed his neck. "Do you want to go to hogsmeade with me?" I was about to say no but then I remembered that I wanted to move on. "Sure!" "Great! I'll see you tomorrow then?" I nodded.

I skipped back happily to my common room. "What's got you so happy?" Abi asked. "I got a date with Andrew." "The chaser?" "Yep!" "But what about James?" "He doesn't like me. I may as well move on." I shrugged. The girls didn't look convinced. I ignored it and left the common room for my prefect rounds. Yes I was a prefect. I had rounds alone today so I had plenty of time to think. I spent most of the year pining after him and now I only have three months left of sixth year. I may as well go on a date or two and see how it works out. As I was lost in my thoughts, I bumped into Fred. "Well well well. Look who is out after curfew." I grinned at Fred. "Is it true you have a date?" I nodded. "Don't go! James will be crushed." "I am going and he's made it clear he doesn't like me. And even if he does maybe this is the push he needs to ask me out." Fred sighed in defeat but headed back to his common room.

The weekend was here. I dressed up in a cosy but warm outfit and left for hogsmeade. I met Andrew at the three broomsticks. He hugged me and pulled out the chair for me. He was a perfect gentleman and was so much fun to talk to, but something was missing. He wasn't James. "This was fun-" I started. "But you don't like me that way?" I sighed. "I'm sorry Andrew, you're a really great person and I'd love to this again but as friends. I don't like you that way." "It's fine. I know you like Potter and it's ok. I like this ravenclaw girl but she doesn't seem to notice me so I thought I'd try to move on." I grinned at him. I bid him goodbye and headed to honeydukes to re stock my candy. I was about to pay for my sweets when fred and James came up behind me. "How was your date Zabini?" Fred asked. "It was ok." I shrugged. "You went on a date?" James asked a bit accusingly. "Yep." "Oh um that's nice. I uh I gotta go." He said practically sprinting out of the shop. " I told you he liked you." "No he does not." I was still in denial. I paid and left the shop.

James started to act wierd since that day. He started to avoid me and barely spoke to me. Heck even Albus and Scorpius noticed it. I asked Fred about it but he always just shrugged. I started spending less time with the boys and more time with my friends.

The year was over and we were on our way home. I decided that I would speak to James no matter what. "James!" "Yes?" He asked avoiding my eyes. "We need to talk." He shuffled nervously and looked at his feet. "Why have you been avoiding me?" "Avoiding you? I have not!" I gave him a look and he gave me a nervous smile. "Look i-" the train stopped and all the students came rushing out. "We'll talk about this later ok?" He said walking away. I sighed. I'll never get anything out of him.

Seventh year

James ignored all my owls that summer. He didn't even respond to the one about me becoming head girl! I told my dad of it and he sighed and patted my back. Fred still spoke to me though. He told me that James wasn't doing so well. He was always moping. That is very unlike him. Summer before my last year was pretty uneventful. Scorpius and his dad spent a lot of time in our house, not that I minded ofcourse. I wrote letters to the girls who were all travelling to different countries. Since it was my last year, I wanted to try interning with a lawyer of the wizengamot just to get a feel of what my life would be like. It was quite fun to be honest. Summer passed quickly and soon I was walking through the platform for the last time as a student. It was a bitter sweet feeling.

I dropped off my stuff in my compartment and chatted with my friends for a while. Since I had become head girl, anika was the replacement prefect. We headed the the prefect compartment where I had to give out duties. I still didn't know who the head boy was but I guess I'd find out. "James? What are you doing here?" He turned around with a guilty look. "I'm head boy." He said. "But you weren't even a prefect!" "I know, it's odd." I glared at him. He ignored me all summer and now I have to share a dorm with him?! What a life.

I ignored his presence and instructed the prefects of their duties and responsibilities. I have them the schedule and sent them off. As I was about to leave James called out my name. "I don't want to hear it Potter." I threw him an icy glare and walked out. My heart hurt. After all this time I still liked him.

After the feast we all headed back to our respective dorms. It was the first time I'd be away from my friends in school since first year. Usually I would have been happy with James as head boy but at the moment I was very angry.

I set my things in my side of the dorm and head downstairs to the common area where James seemed to be waiting for me. "Y/n! Please just listen to me." "No James. I listened to you last year during school, in the train, I sent you letters but you never responded to them. I think you've lost your chance." I said turning around. He grabbed my wrist and kissed me. I found myself kissing him back.

Realising what I did I pulled away. "No you can't do that! You can't just ignore me and then kiss me!" "I'm sorry I did that to you. When you went on that date with Andrew I got jealous. I was going to tell you I liked you that day but then you went on a date with him and I just snapped I guess. I thought if I distance myself from you my feelings would go away but they didn't. They just became stronger. That's why I didn't answer your letters and I'm sorry." He said looking genuinely sorry. "Why didn't you just talk to me?" I asked making him look at me. "I don't know, I just felt guilty after a point I guess." I wrapped him in a hug. "I forgive you but please never do that again." "You mean that?" I nodded. He immediately kissed me again. My heart fluttered excitedly in my chest. I pulled away for air. "But James, your dad!" "He'll get over it. For now, I just want to be with you."

We didn't plan on telling our friends they way we did. They walked in on us kissing and boy were they pissed. They got over it though. James and I spent most of our time together. It was quite nice actually. Our NEWTS were coming up and I decided to stay back at Hogwarts for Christmas to study. James stayed back too. We occasionally tried to study together but it always failed.

The NEWTS weren't as hard as they were made to be. I think I did quite well honestly. On our last week of school, James and i called our close friends to the head dorm where they would stay the night and we would have fun. We stayed up for most of the night and i cuddled into James' side. "You two are sickeningly sweet." Fred fake gagged. "It's not like you and Audrey are any better." I stuck my tongue out at him. Audrey was Fred's girlfriend. She was nice. "I will really miss this place." Ani sighed. "Me too." "We made so many memories here!" "Let us all promise to stay friends after hogwarts and for the rest of our lives." Said Fred. "Deal" We all said together.

Our graduation ceremony was everything I imagined and better. We sat in the Hogwarts Express for the last time ever as students. I walked onto the platform and sighed. "There's my dad." I pointed in the crowd. "Can I meet him?" James asked me. "You want to?" He nodded. "If you can't meet my father yet, atleast i can meet yours." He followed me to my dad. "Dad, this is James. He is the boyfriend I told you about.""So you are the handsome young lad who stole my daughter's heart? It's great to meet you son. I hope you're taking good care of my daughter.""It's actually her who takes care of me, but I try my best." Dad chuckled. "Good answer. You've got a good one." He told me. I moved to kiss James on the cheek but he moved his face so i kissed his lips. "I'll see you soon, hopefully." He grinned and walked away. I followed my dad and we apparated home.

James' POV

Just as I was about to find my parents, dad walked upto me. I was startled to say the least. "Who's the girl?" He asked me. "Oh no one." I shrugged nervously. "So you just go around kissing no one?" I laughed nervously. Thankfully mom came and saved me. "Ready to go?" She asked. I ran up to her and we apparated home. I spent a few days avoiding dad. I didn't want to answer unnecessary questions about my girlfriend. Unfortunately luck wasn't on my side for long. I was sitting in our backyard when he sat down beside me.

"So tell me about your girlfriend." Well, there was no escaping this now. "She's really sweet yeah, cares about me alot. She's smart and great at quidditch. She's perfect in my eyes." "And her father, doesn't happen to be Blaise Zabini does he because I remember her with him." I started to get angry. When would he see past this silly prejudices. "Yes dad she is his daughter." "I want you to stay away from her." "DAD NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" I yelled at him. "I can do anything I want because I'm your father. That girl is nothing but trouble. Look at his family tree! A whole lot of death eaters they are." "Her father wasn't a death Eater. And nor is she. She's the best thing to happen to me and you can't make me leave her." "Then you leave us. It's either your family or that girl." "THEN I PICK Y/N! Atleast she doesn't make me pick." "Alright then. Leave." "You can't be serious." "I am." "Fine!" I stormed up to my room and whipped out my wand. I packed my belongings and went to Albus' room. I hugged him and then went and hugged lily and walked out the door. But where would I go? I can't go to Fred's house because dad would obviously find me there. So I apparated to the Zabini manor.

I knocked at the door hoping she would be home. "Coming!" Came her sweet voice. "James? What are you doing here?" She asked looking very confused. "I'll tell you everything, but can I come in first?" "Yeah ofcourse." She let me in and I told her everything. I could see the regret and heart break in her eyes when I told her the story. "Oh James! You shouldn't have left!" "What and break up with you?" "If it means you wouldn't lose your family then, yes!" "But what would I do without you? I love you!" "James, my love, you mean everything to me. But family is always more important. You will find someone else to spend your life with. You need to let go." " I can't do that. I need you." "You need your family more. I'll tell you what. Spend a few days here and then go back. Cool your mind. But I'm not going to be with you if it costs you your entire family James. I love you too much for that." I felt years brimming in my eyes but I nodded. She stopped me in a hug and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Y/n? Who is that?" "It's just James dad. Can he stay here for a few days? He got into a fight with his father." "Alright. I'll tell Jenny to fix up a bedroom for him." "Wait dad, is it ok if he sleeps in my bedroom?" "Ok but only for tonight. And no funny buisness you two. I don't need grandchildren this early." She chuckled lightly and shook her head. We went up to her bedroom and got changed. She lied down and pat the space next to her. I joined her in bed and wrapped my arms around her. "I'll love you forever no matter what." I heard her whisper to me before I fell asleep with the love of my life in my arms.

I had stayed with her for a few days and I had to return home that day. I grudgingly packed my things. I kissed her one last time and apparated home. "So you're back I see." Said dad smugly. "Yes. And only because the girl you hate so much forced me to come back." "See. I told you she would ditch you." I started to get angry. "She did not ditch me. She said she'd rather I break up with her than lose you and my family. But clearly she was wrong." Dad looked a bit embarassed after my out burst. I went back to my room and ignored him for the rest of the day. Albus was the only person I talked too because he understood my situation. He was sad too because he liked her in a sisterly way very much. It was a week after I returned and I was looking at career options when dad knocked on my door.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I realise I was wrong in making you break up with that girl who you clearly love. I spoke with hermione and your mother and they too agreed that what I did was wrong. So I am now here to say you have all our blessings." "Really?" I asked unable to believe my ears. "Thanks dad!" I hugged him. "Now go get her tiger. But wait. I want you to give her this." He pulled out a box with the most beautiful ring. "But dad we're so young!" "I know. It was my mom's. I got it back much after I got married so I kept it for you or Albus. You don't have to give it to her right now. But if you do, I wish you all the best." He gave me the box and left. I thought about what he said. Maybe I do want to marry her.

I apparated to Zabini manor and frantically knocked the door. The door opened revealing a disheveled y/n. "James? Why are you back i-" I cut her off and firmly kissed her. "I missed you so much." "I missed you too but what about your dad?" "He's ok with it. He realised his mistake." "That's great James! I'm so happy for you!" "Yeah me too. I also wanted to give you this." I got down on one knee and opened the ring box. "I know we are young, we have so much of our life ahead of us! And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you more than words can say my love. So will you y/n Zabini make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?" Her eyes started to water and she smiled at me. "Ofcourse I will! But not right now. I will stay engaged to you but I want to settle down first you know?" "I understand I do. And I totally agree with you. I'm with you all the way." I got up and spun her around.

I heard a sniffle and we jumped apart. "That was cutest proposal ever!" Said Mr Zabini. "Thank you mr Zabini." I grinned. "Well you might as well start calling me dad." There was a knock on the door. "Oh that must be your father James. I called him when you started your speech." The house elf opened the door and I saw my parents and siblings enter. "I guess it's time to make amends." Dad said to mr Zabini, I mean, other dad. "You must be my future daughter in law." "Yes sir. I am." She smiled at him. Mom came up and hugged her. "It's great to finally meet the girl who is going to marry my oldest little boy!" Mom gushed. "Mom!" I said embarassed. They started to mingle among each other and I sighed happily. Things did get better and I could not be happier.

Four years later

It was finally the day I was going to marry the love of my life. I flattened the non existent creases on my black suit when Fred walked in. "Chill out James you look fine." "How is she?" "She's good too." He was my best man and also one of y/n's best guy friends and so he got to see bith of us but we couldn't see each other since a week which was a bit unfair you know? We were engaged for 4 years which is a long time. In that much time, y/n became a lawyer, I became a professional quidditch player. Time sure flew by.

"Alright James. It's time." Mum said entering my room. "I can't believe you're getting married! It feels like just yesterday you were in diapers." She sniffed. "Mum!" I groaned. "Sorry. Let's go now." I walked to my position on the altar waiting for my beautiful bride to arrive. What felt like hours but was infact only five minutes I saw her. She looked like a godess. Radiance reflected out of her. She looked gorgeous in her white dress. I felt myself tear up as she walked down the aisle with her father. She stood infront of me and grinned.

While the priest spoke I could not take my eyes off her. I was so distracted I didn't realise I had to say my vows. The crowd laughed and I blushed. I recited my vows and so did she.

"I do." "You may now kiss the bride." I was waiting for those words since the start of the week. I kissed her with all the love I held in my heart and the crowd awwd.

At the dinner table fred who was my best man had to give a speech. He spoke of our time in Hogwarts and all the embarassing things I did. Next Jessica who was the maid of honor spoke of y/n's side of things. The guests laughed at our antics. It was time for our first dance. "May I have this dance m'lady" "Yes you may kind sir." She smiled and extended her hand. I pulled her up and we walked to the dance floor. I out my arms around her waist and she on my shoulders. As we swayed to the music I could only think of her.

"I love you Mrs Potter." God I loved saying that. "And I love you Mr Potter."

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#riaswritingchallenge #james sirius potter x reader #james sirius potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter next gen

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kleptic-writes · 3 years

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Drop ‘Em Out (Let Me See Them Knockers)

“Well, this is a cover of the song “Drop ‘Em Out” by Wheeler Walker Jr,” Kara says to the camera, her striking blue eyes staring into the camera as if trying to get it across that she is really saying this to Lena. She hums a note, before pausing, and saying, “I really hope you enjoy this, Lena.”

Kara strums a chord again and hums for about two seconds. She takes a deep breath and nods to herself, her left leg starting to bounce up and down as if keeping time. Kara looks like a real musician.

A one-shot where Lena is having a dilemma surrounding Kara. But, to be honest, when is she not having a dilemma surrounding Kara?

Word Count: 2134 words

Rating: T--but talks about boobs, so... take that how you will.

Read It Below or on AO3.

Sam exits the elevator quickly, her heels tapping against the floor. Her long legs stride towards the door to the CEO's penthouse, the urge to run bubbling up from deep down within her soul. She pulls her spare key out of her pocket, hands shaking as she clicks the door open and walks inside.

She nods at Jess, who is sitting and scrolling through her phone on the couch. “I came as fast as I could,” Sam says, almost yelling as her eyebrows furrowing together with worry. “What do you mean that Lena is ‘having a moment?’ Is she alright?” she asks.

Jess leans closer to the taller woman, but her eyes glance towards the closed bedroom door. “Go in for yourself and talk to her,” she whispers. “There’s just no logic and reason going through her head right now.”

Sam sucks in a deep breath and nods, mentally preparing herself for the absolute worse. She turns on her heel and walks to the door of the bedroom, pushing it open to see Lena staring wide-mouthed at her computer screen. She obviously hasn’t changed for the day because she is still wearing her morning red silk robe—not that there is much of the day left.

It’s already 3:53 according to Sam’s phone.

Oh, this is a lot worse than what Sam thought. She sighs and steps further into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

“Lena?” Sam asks, turning around to fully survey the situation.

The young CEO glances up at her with a glazed look in her eyes.

Sam bites her lip, studying Lena for a second too long so that it passes over the point of ‘ I am being a great friend ’ and into ‘ I am a concerned mother looking over my child ’ territory. But, to be honest, Lena is acting very similar to when Ruby came home lamenting over how cute her crush was three weeks ago.

Sam frowns. “Is everything alright?” she asks, stepping closer into Lena’s personal space.

Lena shakes her head as if she were shaking the cobwebs free from all the crevices in her brain. Her bright green eyes finally land on Sam, her eyes widening to almost a humorous degree.

“Sam,” Lena says, her voice cracking like a teenage boy going through puberty. Sam frowns as this is so much worse than what she thought it would be. “I think it finally got through to Kara that I’ve been flirting with her,” the CEO squeaks.

Sam tilts her head. “Why do you say that?” She quickly glances around the room for any signs of romance: flowers, cards, anything . She looks back at the CEO and raises an eyebrow at Lena when nothing appears to Sam right away. Her eyes flicker down, briefly, to the computer before Lena, and a thought pops into her head that makes her shiver.

Did Kara send Lena a sex video?

Sam shakes her head, that would be ridiculous. Kara is in isolation according to Supergirl’s twitter page.

(“Lmao guys, I might have an alien virus!! I’ll keep you updated!!” it had said. Sam still balks every time she thinks about that. Who says LMAO when they have a potentially deadly virus?)

“Just start from the beginning, Lena,” Sam ends up saying, trying to coax the CEO into telling her what’s wrong.

“I am the product of a sordid love affair and my mother hates-”

“Lena.”

“Fine, fine,” Lena huffs and crosses her arms, staring Sam in the eye with obvious annoyance on her face. “It all started this morning when Kara and I were supposed to have our daily Zoom call with one another. She might’ve been exposed to an alien virus, you know.”

“I heard.” Sam feels her eye twitch.

“Anyway, this morning…”

Lena sips on her morning coffee while her fingers rapidly click against the spacebar of her computer, coaxing the machine to wake up for the day. It blinks awake and she quickly types in her password.

“I don’t need like a fucking novel,” Sam groans, her left hand flying up the air as a feeling of exasperation settles in her stomach. “Just tell me what happened!”

“I’m getting there,” Lena snaps, “Hold your horses.”

Lena hums and softly blows the steam away from her face as she refreshes her email inbox, waiting for Kara’s email to the Zoom room link.

She looks out the window, frowning when a red dart--sadly, not Supergirl--flashes across the sky. Must’ve been a bird or something. Oh, Lena misses Kara like a fish missing water.

Lena opens her phone and clicks on the texting conversation between her and Kara.

“where are you??” Lena types, before deleting, pausing, and looking out the window once again so she can think of a better text to send to her best friend. She bites her lip, every possible message running through her mind rapidly and slowly at the same time because this is Lena’s most anxious part of the day, despite what anyone else thinks.

She looks back to her phone and sucks in a breath, sending “are we still on for zoom?” to the blonde, quarantined superhero. “i can also do it later in the day if you can’t do it right now,” she adds in quick succession.

“Check your email! :D” Kara quickly responds not a second later, and Lena feels her heart flutter as she stares at the cute emoticon. It is so Kara. “But could we possibly Zoom later? I have some lab tests about to be done on me” and “I don’t want our time cut short” comes in two messages back to back.

“then why am i checking my email,” Lena almost asks, before deleting the message. She sighs, bringing her cup back up to her lips as her fingers fly to click the reload button. She clicks and anxiety starts to build in her stomach.

She frowns as an email from Kara loads with the title: Watch Me!!!

Sam puts her hands on her hips and looks up at the ceiling. “So,” she says, interrupting Lena’s story. “you’re freaking out slash mildly upset because you didn’t have your daily Zoom call?”

Lena sputters. “N-no,” she says while her eyes fly around the room rapidly as if the young CEO wouldn’t dare look her friend in the eye. Sam raises an eyebrow at the action and hums, trying to figure out what is going on.

“Let me just continue with my story, Sam,” Lena whines, “Then, you can offer your genius or whatever.”

“You’re damn right I’m going to offer my genius after all this,” Sam nods, motioning for Lena to continue, “please tell me more about why you’re so freaked out right now.”

“Well, I clicked on the email which had a YouTube link sitting inside...”

Lena almost chokes on her coffee once the video loads. Her green eyes squint together, amused, as she stares at Kara smiling widely into the camera.

The blonde is wearing an interesting outfit, to say the least, and it makes Lena wonder if Alex decided to get Kara’s clothes for her--but at a steep price. But, like always, Kara still looks like the perfect mix between hot and cute. Maybe it’s an alien thing.

Well, to put it plainly, Kara looks like a Cowboy. And, it is making Lena feel things .

Her taut white t-shirt is covered by a blue and red well-worn flannel, and a straw cowboy hat rests on top of her head with her blonde hair down and semi-wild. Since Kara isn’t wearing her glasses, she looks as if Supergirl decided to go to a rodeo and just fought an evil bucking alien.

“Hey, Lena,” Kara says, grinning into the camera. She reaches one of her hands up as if wanting to fix her glasses, but then coughs, and fixes her hat instead. “I haven’t seen you in person for a few weeks now,” the blonde muses, her blue eyes dropping to her lap as if extremely disappointed.

. “I really hate that,” she continues, “But, nevermind that. I have something to show you! Something that I hope--oh, golly--I hope you’ll like this.”

The CEO raises an eyebrow at the screen, silently wondering if Kara is going to use her superhearing to listen to Lena’s reaction.

“Anyway,” Kara continues, “I’ve had a lot of time on my hands recently. I’ve really enjoyed our Zoom calls, but they’re the only thing that I really look forward to nowadays. So, I decided to learn how to play some country music. One sec,” she stands and exits offscreen.

Lena bites down on her lower lip, slamming her eyes together so a groan doesn’t escape from her lips. Sure, Lena would love to watch Kara’s serenade from the DEO, but she doesn’t really care for country music.

“Well, here is a song that I hope that you enjoy,” Kara says, and Lena slowly opens her eyes. Kara is holding a guitar with a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Wait,” Sam interrupts again, “This all about a song . You’re freaking out over a song?”

“Let me tell my own story, Sam,” Lena sniffs, crossing her arms. “It makes more sense if you just listen.”

“Jeez, okay.”

Kara clears her throat, and strums such a beautiful chord that Lena suddenly gets the urge to listen to more country music--but, only if Kara will listen to it as well. Her blue eyes shimmer and shine almost as if she had caught stars and put them in her eyes.

“Well, this is a cover of the song “Drop ‘Em Out” by Wheeler Walker Jr,” Kara says to the camera, her eyes staring into the camera so she could get it across that she is really saying it to Lena while strumming another angelic chord. She hums, before pausing, and saying, “I really hope you enjoy this, Lena.”

Kara strums a chord again and hums for about two seconds. She takes a deep breath and nods to herself, her left leg starting to bounce up and down as if keeping time. Kara looks like a real musician.

Lena leans closer to the screen, enraptured by what she sees. Maybe after Kara gets out of Quarantine, Lena will just ask Kara to play guitar chords while the CEO happily (and hornily) drinks wine.

Kara plays another chord and opens her mouth, her bright voice echoing in the bedroom.

“Drop 'em out,” Kara’s voice is angelic, Lena thinks. “Let me see them titties. Gonna take a long look at those tig 'ol bitties. Areolas lookin' nice, nipples lookin' real pretty…”

Lena gasps, shock ricocheting throughout her entire body as she watches Kara… sing about boobs? Kara would never do that.

“Come on let me gander at your boobs.”

Scratch that. Kara wants to see her boobs..? What in the--

“No way that happened,” Sam says, rolling her eyes. “Kara can barely even say boobs, much less ‘titties.’ And that part with the Areolas? Bah!”

“She did,” Lena says, nodding her head. “I’ve been watching the video all morning in fact. Do you want to see it?”

Sam pauses, considering her choices very carefully. “I’m good,” she decides.

“Are you sure?” Lena asks, looking worried and unsure as if she were afraid that Sam doesn’t believe her. “All I have to do is just click--”

“Do not click that button,” Sam says, firmly, her hand almost slapping herself in the face. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Lena pauses, biting on her lip. “What do I do, Sam?” she asks, her voice small. “I’ve never been in this situation before.”

“Honey,” Sam sighs, “I don’t think anyone has been in this situation before. But you know what?” Lena perks up and stares at Sam with an extreme fascination. “You can do exactly what Kara told you to do… show her your boobs!”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Sam says, and then she hesitates. But, then she shrugs and agrees with herself that this might be the fastest course of action. “Yeah, show her your wonderful boobs.”

Lena nods. “Okay,” she says as if trying to psych herself up, “I will. I will show Kara my boobs. But,” she pauses staring at Sam with an extremely pitiful gaze, “I will only do it if you help me make sure that they look perfect. Help me with lighting and whatnot.”

Sam looks up at the ceiling and closes her eyes. The fate of her friend’s relationship is now in her hands, no matter how much she doesn’t want it to be. She sighs and looks back down at Lena.

“Sure,” she says, “Let’s make sure your boobs look great for Kara.”

“Our zoom call is at 4:30.”

“You will look like Kara’s personal cam star at 4:30, then.”

#supercorp #kara x lena #lena luthor #kara danvers #cowboy!kara #supercorp fanfic #this was a crackhead moment #should've been studying for finals but #here we are #samantha arias #she's also a key player in this

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willel · 4 years

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Lonnie

I don’t have much else to do and I’ve seen some mostly friendly discussion on this topic so I wanted to throw my hat into the ring. A welcome distraction from less interesting fandom debates.

Lonnie Byers. Dead beat, absent father of Jonathan and Will. It seems from the very getgo, Lonnie and Joyce’s relationship was on the rocks and yet somehow he got her pregnant. Twice.

In some ways.... Lonnie is very representative of my own family situation. Constant arguing, kids being put in the middle of the conflict. Mom raises the two kids all on her own (in my case, we had government assistance). I don’t have a volatile relationship with my dad like Will and Jonathan though. He’s never laid a hand on me, he was just... EXTREMELY absent and I have accepted that many times in his life, I’m sure he wished my brother and I didn’t exist. (people do change though, my brother and I kinda chose to keep our dad in our lives and it’s generally worked out and much better now that we’re grown so my parents don’t have to talk to one another)

But, I can tell. Lonnie is NOT like my father. Lonnie appears to have more issues than just being absent and a toxic relationship with his babies mama.

It seems to me, Lonnie is irresponsible with his money and constantly put his family’s financial health at risk. It seems like he has/had a drinking problem or possibly something more (drugs). But one of the most OBVIOUS things to me is, I think Lonnie was physically abuse to go along with the emotional kind.

There is no picture perfect definition of abuse. It manifests in various ways. Do I think Lonnie beat his family until they were black and blue with constant blood and scars? No, that pretty obviously isn’t the case.

Lonnie’s physical abuse seems to manifest as:

Pushing his family around

“Wrestling” which is actually just pinning them forcefully and pretend to be playing around

Corporal punishment. I was going to say this is a given, it was the 80′s. Even I got “whoopins”. But I know that’s probably not as common as I used to think

Physically imposing/threatening. Even if he doesn’t touch them, Lonnie was/is bigger than all of them. (Even with Will’s growth spurt, if he’s only the same height as Jonathan, Lonnie is still bigger and stronger)

Obviously, none of these are the intense stories you hear about abusive dead beat dads. You could almost say it was tame. Some would say none of these classify as physical abuse, but I think it does.

You can see it in the show.

Lonnie’s first appearance in the show is shoving Jonathan hard against the wall and then complementing his ability to finally push him off. Which means in the past, he has probably pinned Jonathan to the wall or the floor or whatever before many many times and Jonathan wasn’t strong enough to push him off. Note, Jonathan was 9 years old when Lonnie left and Will was 5.

When Joyce and Lonnie are arguing in the house, he technically doesn’t put a hand on her, but it does tower over her quite a lot. Maybe in the past that would’ve gotten to her (my mom is even shorter than Winona and she comments a lot about how much she hates how some taller people use their height to get at her. I honestly don’t think most people do it on purpose though. Lol)

Joyce uses a hammer to force Lonnie out of the house. When Hopper later comes to tell her she’s right, she’s literally prepared to use it to attack. I don’t know about you but we know Joyce and it’s not really her style to threaten non-threatening people with weapons. No matter how much she and Hopper argued in season 3, she didn’t pick up a knife to make him do what she wanted.

And then, we’ve got Will. Sadly, we never saw the two interact on screen (love me some family drama and trauma!). Will is the most timid kid you ever did see. I explained my family situation to you guys early for this very purpose, Will is trying to do what me and my brother did.

When I was younger, I was terrified of rejection from my dad. I did whatever he wanted to do to “have fun”. I watched what he watched. Went where he went. Never raised a major complaint to his face always afraid he’d disappear again or say aloud he didn’t want me. People pleaser to a fault.

That is Will, but worse. He probably took on these traits not only because he’s afraid of rejection from his father (which has happened his entire life), but also doing or saying the wrong thing resulted in backlash from said father. Was it physical? I don’t know, I do get the feeling Will did not get nearly as physical as Jonathan and Joyce though.

Now that I’ve said all this, does this make Joyce weak? Does it make her a bad mother?

No! I don’t think so. Even if Lonnie sometimes physically abused her, it doesn’t mean she sat there and took it. Joyce is a small tiger. Despite her size, she will fight for herself and her kids and I’m 100% sure she did, which is why Lonnie “left”. (I have a headcanon that Joyce gave him an ultimatum and his punk ass couldn’t take it so he left thinking Joyce would come crawling back to him. Which maybe she did once or twice because she was desperate for financial stability)

Joyce needed Lonnie at some point for financial stability. That’s the only reason she kept him around at some point. When she didn’t need that anymore, she was done with him and the constant battles. Toxic relationship for sure for sure.

When people say Lonnie was a physical abuser, it isn’t to make the Byers seem weak willed or even to say they have to be protected. It’s an explanation as to why they are the way they are (Joyce and Jonathan are fighters, Will is a bit more timid). It doesn’t mean they laid down and took the abuse. It doesn’t mean we need to handle them like fragile sculptures.

It means the Byers are tough. If Lonnie is reintroduced, it would certainly be an antagonist force, but he would be met with suspicion and antagonism. Lonnie’s only route back into their life.... is people pleaser Will.

This is why I kinda want Lonnie back. Joyce and Jonathan are already firmly in the “screw you, I’ll fite you” camp, I want Will to be there to. The writers just need to give him the opportunity....

#stranger things #lonnie byers #joyce byers #will byers #jonathan byers #theory

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mickmarstookmyheart · 4 years

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Trust pt 3

Summary: family time at the beach

Warnings: none, FLUFFY FLUFF with a pinch of sadness, I said just a PINCH!

"I'm glad Beth let your daughter came with you, Vinnie." You smiled watching Zoe and the bit older Elizabeth playing in the sandpit.

"It's been long since I saw her, so it was time now..." Vince said playing with her daughter's bag. You hardly saw him this devastated.

"I'm so sorry, Vinnie." You placed your hand on his shoulder and pulled him in a sideways hug.

"Thanks, (Y/N)."

"But hey, let's take advantage of it! Let's spend all the time together. The girls and all of us at the beach or just at home grilling maybe. What do you think?" You tried to cheer him up. He looked concerned for a bit but then his lips curved into a smile.

"I'm in."

∆

"(Y/N), have you packed the sandwiches already?" Mick yelled from the kitchen packing some drinks into the basket. Zoe was sitting on the counter, which she always enjoyed, and was helping Mick.

"They are in the fridge." Zoe answered since you didn't hear it. Mick opened the fridge and when he noticed the food he smiled at her.

"Thanks, darling. Where I would be without you?" He placed a kiss on her cheek and ruffled her hair making her giggle.

You were packing in the bags in your bedroom. You moved into this house with Mick, now not so long ago and you still needed time to find things in the house. Luckily, your daughter adjusted to this whole new life pretty easily so you were glad she didn't mind it all. You felt you were the luckiest mother on the Earth. You were watching the little hat in your hand Zoe liked so much. You smiled and hummed remembering all the good memories it brought. When you put it in the bag you felt a light touch on your waist. You slowly turned and faced with Mick. You intertwined your hands behind his neck to be closer to him

"Did you manage to pack the food?" You asked.

"Yes. Tho I had some problems but I had someone who helped me out." He grinned and pulled into a kiss. You were truly happy about how Mick's and Zoe's connection were amazing.

"I hoped so. Then if you are ready let's find this little girl and let's go." Mick flinched not liking the idea of the beach but you and Zoe managed to convince him about it. Well, you offered him to say yes to his proposal and Zoe promised that she will let Mick teach her some tricks on his guitar. Before exiting the bedroom Mick pulled you into another final kiss and taking the bag from your hand.

"Are you ready, pirate?" You asked Zoe who was wearing a swimsuit with a tiny pirate on it.

"Aye, aye Captain." She saluted.

"Seriously, Zoe, you spend too much time with Tommy." Mick sighed and headed towards the car. You just gave her a look and grabbed her and helped her fromthe counter.

"Mommy, can you please turn on some music?" She asked when you were all in the car."Sure. Do you want anything exact?" You glanced in the rear-view mirror to see her on the backseat.

"Mmm. Maybe something from Axl, please?" You snickered at Mick's facial expression.

"You should be happy she didn't want Kiss." You said while putting the tape in the player, more precisely the Appetite for Destruction album. It came out a couple of weeks ago but Zoe had already listened to at least 10 times. Needless to say, you adored this album, too as well as the whole band. Axl was kind to you and Zoe, tho he had some disagreement with Vince. Slash was weird but Izzy was as humble as Mick, and Steven and Duff were as goofy as Tommy and Nikki.

"Mommy, what is Kiss?" Zoe asked tilting her head.

"Nice job, (Y/N). You managed to destroy her taste."

"I haven't shown it to her yet!" You laughed starting to search in your bag.

"No way you have it here." He looked scared.

"Sadly, I left it in my other bag." You pouted but gave Mick a half-smile. "Sorry, darling but I don't have it here." You told Zoe turning back to her while waving your bag and smashing Mick's face with it. Zoe started to laugh and you snickered, too but tried to hide it by biting down your lip. Mick was just blinking not believing you just hit him intentionally.

"Zoe, scold your mother, please. She hurt me." She was still smiling and gave you a high-five. "That wasn't nice, little girl. I hoped you would defend me." He pretended offended.

"Sorry, daddy but girl power." She said before looking out of the window. It was your turn to blink. Did she just call Mick her dad? Mick was in shock. He was happy that he got himself another daughter but he was afraid that he would erase the memory of his real father. Not that jerk would be a good person, but he liked his daughter, and Mick couldn't take it away from him. He turned to and took your hand into his and placed a kiss on the top of it, making you smile.

The rest of the boys and Vince's daughter were already there, waiting for you by the car.

"How long does it take to get here for them?" Vince asked more like to himself.

"Maybe they got busy while getting dressed." Nikki said with a smirk.

"Gross, dude." Tommy flinched and started to play rock-paper-scissors with Elizabeth who was sitting on the front of the car. When Vince saw the red car he smirked.

"Finally, the Kennedy family arrived."

When you got out of the car you waved to them and helped Zoe to get out of the car. She immediately ran to the boys right into Nikki's arms who picked her up and spun her around in the air.

"I'm right here, too." Vince pouted crossing his arm in front of his chest while glaring at her. When Nikki put her down he walked to Vince and was waiting for Vince to pick her up. Vince didn't even look down at her just was watching the beach. Zoe didn't want to offend him so she hugged Vinnie's legs tightly before going to Tommy and Elizabeth.

"Hi, Zoe." The older girl climbed down from the car and gave a hug to Zoe. Your heart melted seeing them.

"What it took you so long?" Vince huffed.

"We didn't come late, you arrived too soon." You simply answered. Vince just rolled his eyes but you could see a little smile on his lips. "Alright, everybody, let's invade this beach!" You yelled. Tommy and the girls thought you spoke seriously so they all started to run and scream towards the beach. You just laughed. Mick took your hand and you walked down the beach to search yourself a spot. Luckily there was hardly anyone there so there were free places. When you found the perfect place you put down at least 3-4 blankets on the sand.

"Zoe!" She stopped running around and approached you. "Just standstill." You ordered her and put some sunscreen lotion on her body. She laughed when you put on her nose, too. "You can go now. Or do you want to go with me?"

"Yes." She nodded. "Then can you tell Mick to come here?" When she ran toMick she pointed at you and he smirked.

"What is, babe?"

"Would you, please?" You asked him handing him the sunscreen bottle. Your turned around and pulled away from your hair so he could put some cream on your back. He put aside the rest of your hair while gently running his fingers on your bare back, sending shivers down your spine. When he was ready he placed a kiss on your shoulder. You turned around and took the bottle from hand. He was just looking at you.

"What are you waiting for? You know, it will be more complicated if you don't take off your shirt." Mick wasn't that kind of person who showed his body to other than you. He liked to stay in the shadow and supervise everyone around him.

"Come on, Mick. Don't act like a vampire."

"I don't know, (Y/N). Can't I just stay here?"

"But you already promised Zoe that you would throw her in the water."

"I know." He sighed. "Alright. Let's do this." He said while taking down his shirt. You were biting down your lip seeing him like this. "What?"

"Nothing." You quickly said and massaged some cream on him, too. When you were ready you went to the others. Elizabeth was sitting on Vince's back in the water while Nikki sat on Tommy's. Zoe was just sitting in the sand building a fort.

"We are ready, Zoe." You said sitting down in the sand. She was still busy with the fort. "Zoe, what is it?"

"When will daddy come back? I miss him." You knew someday she will ask it. She was a clever girl for her age. Mick also took a place next to Zoe. He looked at you worryingly.

"You know, I don't...I mean..." You hesitated. You didn't know how to say that she will not see her father for more than 3 months. Firstly, you told her that he needed to work abroad and she believed it since he did it a lot at that time.

"Is it because he is still angry with you?" She asked glancing at you.

"He is grounded." Mick spoke up. Your daughter looked at him with a confused face. "He did something bad he shouldn't have to so got grounded."

"What did he do?"

"He...he hurt your mother." The two of them turned their heads in your direction.

"Like she did to you in the car with that bag?" She inquired with a little smile on her face.

"No, but hey. It's good you are bringing this up. I still have to punish her for that one." He changed the subject and distracted Zoe's thoughts. You quickly stood up and waited until they did the same. "I would run." Mick said with a smirk on his face. You smiled and took Zoe's hand and started to escape from Mick. When the cold water touched your skin you cursed a bit and Zoe screamed. You waited a bit to adjust and then went to Nikki and gave him Zoe.

"Hello, young lady." He greeted her and put her on his shoulders. "Are you ready to push Liz from Uncle Vince's shoulder?" She nodded and prepared for the fight. When the fight started Mick grabbed your hand and pulled you with himself deeper in the sea. Where he stopped your feet hardly touched the bottom but since he was taller than you he stood on his feet easily. He picked you up in a bride pose and you intertwined your hands behind his neck to pull yourself closer to him.

"I wish I could do this at our wedding." He said sadly knowing he could never do this on solid ground.

"Mick, don't ruin this moment, please. Just forget everything for a minute, concentrate on the good things and relax." You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat. He rested his chin on the top of your head and was admiring the horizon for a while.

∆

After a while, you ordered everybody for a rest under the umbrella. They didn't want to get out of the water, but you were strict. After complaining you handed out the sandwiches which they accepted gladly. When they finished them Tommy stood up when you stopped him.

"Where are you going?" You asked him.

"Swimming, I guess."

"No swimming after eating, have you heard of that?" You raised one of your eyebrows.

"Yeah, man. Everybody knows that rule." Vince agreed. "Even, Liz, right?" He took a look down at his daughter whose eyes were slowly closing from tiredness. Zoe already passed out her head in your lap and you were stroking her hair. Mick offered to guard until everybody was sleeping. You didn't believe him since he liked napping so you stayed alert, too. When you heard Mick snoring next to you you hummed seeing you were right. You looked around gazing at them and feeling happy to have them as a family.

∆

You glanced at the calendar on the wall. 'John out of jail'. Cool. Mick promised that he would stay with you all day long but Doc told the band he needed them as soon as possible. He rejected first, but then you told him to go. Nothing could happen if you stay indoor. Moreover, you won't stay in the house forever just because John is free.

"I will hurry back, okay?" Mick sat in the car after giving you a forehead kiss. You waved to him and then quickly went back to the house. You started to become a bit paranoid and you didn't like it.

"So what do you like to do?" You sat on the floor next to Zoe.

"Drawing!" She yelled while raising her hands in the air.

"Alright, Picasso. Then bring the stuff to the kitchen." You told her before she ran to her room.

"So what did you draw?" She told you that you could only see the masterpiece after she finished it. She walked over to you and placed the paper in front of you. You smiled seeing what she did. But then your smile faded.

"So this Uncle Tommy, Nikki, Vince, and Elizabeth. This is Doc, you, me, daddy and dad." She meant dad by John.

"Darling, do you like Mick?" You asked her putting her on your knees.

"Of course. He always buys me candy and he is very funny when he is sleeping like Dracula." She giggled impersonating Mick's sleeping position.

"But would you mind if he became your dad?"

"No. But can I still see dad, too?" She asked pointing at John.

"Sure, darling. We will discuss it." You hugged her thinking you had to strengthen yourself, at least for her. For her happiness.

That night you took the phone in your shaking hand and dialed his number. You took a long breath to relax.

"It's John Smith speaking. Who is it?"

"It's me. (Y/N)." You gulped fearing of his reaction.

"(Y/N)? It's really you? Omg, it's so good to hear your voice."

"Really?" You narrowed your eyes.

"Of course. Is Zoe with you? Can I talk to her?"

"She is sleeping." You murmured. "So, John I want to be straight forward with you. I tried to lock you from my life, but there are things I can't. For example, I can deny Zoe to see her real father. I'm willing to meet with you to let her see you. But I have conditions." You tried to sound as determined as possible.

"Sure, okay. I'm in. Just tell what kind of conditions." He sighed. He was excited to finally see his daughter after a long time."

"I want to be present the whole time. You can't be alone with her. Plus I would like to meet somewhere public. I hope you understand it."

"Okay, what about at the park?"

"See you tomorrow there at 2 o'clock. Bye."

"Cool. Good night and also thank you, (Y/N)." You quickly hang up and put the phone back to its place. Your hands were still shaking and you breathed heavily. Hearing his voice hadn't the best effect on you.

When you cautiously climbed beside Mick on the bed, he turned to you.

"Who were you talking to?"

"Look, Mick. I don't want you to freak out...it was John." You sighed.

"What? How and why?"

"Because Zoe misses him and I can't see her sad about it. So I told him that I'm willing to meet him at a park tomorrow with conditions of course." Mick hummed.

"Are you angry?"

"No." He pulled you closer to him. "I'm proud of you."

"What?"

"I'm proud that you are always thinking of the other's needs even if it means putting aside your happiness." You looked up at him smiling.

"You would do the same to your daughter."

"Yes, but you did the same for me. When you sold your company which I think was your dream. You left your chair and followed me on the road, rooting for me." You supported yourself on your elbows to be face-to-face with him.

"I'm sorry but you weren't the only one. I did this for Zoe, for myself. I didn't want her to grow up in that environment so if it meant to gave up on my job then let's do it." You looked into his eyes and leaned closer to him.

"Can I go with you tomorrow?" He asked it from nowhere. He still didn't trust John and didn't want you to get hurt.

"That would be awesome."

∆

"Mommy, what is the plan today?" Zoe asked sitting in her chair at the table. You have been waiting for this question during the whole breakfast.

"We are going to the park. You would love that?" You glanced at her smirking. Her eyes lit up hearing that.

"Can Liz come, too?"

"Of course. Would you be so big girl and call her on the phone?" Mick asked the girl who nodded and rushed to the phone and dialed Vince's number.

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" You inquired from him.

"Trust me." He winked.

∆

"So will let Beth let you see Elizabeth more?" You asked Vince while you pushing Zoe and the singer Liz in the swing.

"I think so. Elizabeth told her about the beach and Zoe. Beth was happy her daughter had a good time so I hope she will let her go here." Vince smiled loving the idea being with Liz a bit more.

"I'm glad, truly." You smiled at him and patted his back. Then you glanced at Mick who stood up quickly from the bench he was sitting on.

"What is this asshole doing here?" The singer asked watching John. He went to Mick but kept the distance. Mick said something to him and pointed at you. John didn't say a word just nodded and kept his head low.

"I invited him, here."

"Dad?!" Zoe cheered and ran towards his dad. John bent down and after Zoe ran into his arms he hugged her tightly.

He picked her up and walked towards you. Your jaws tightened and you put your hands in your pockets so he couldn't see your shaking hand.

"Hey, (Y/N)."

"Hi." You nodded. Vince took Elizabeth from the swing and walked away while sending John death glares.

"So how are...?" John tried to start a conversation but he didn't except your reaction.

"You get two hours." You snapped and left him and Zoe. You sat down on the bench next to Mick monitoring your daughter. "Was it a good idea?" You were still unsure about it.

"The best you could do." Mick agreed to take your hand into his.

Since no problem occurred you decided to arrange more of these meetings. John was sent to anger control and one of the boys always escorted you to these meetings, usually, it was Vince or Mick.

You were glad Zoe could see his real father and that it made her happy. If she was happy, it was the best thing in the world for you.

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soaring, carried aloft on the wind...continued 6

A story for Xichen and Mingjue, in another time and another place.

The Beifeng, the mighty empire of the north, invaded more than a year ago, moving inexorably south and east.

In order to buy peace, the chief of the Lan clan has given the Beifeng warlord a gift, his second oldest son in marriage. However, when Xichen finds out he makes a plan.

He, too, can give a gift to the Beifeng warlord, and he will not regret it.

The story continues...

Part 1: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / … HOME

It’s on AO3 here if that’s easier to read.

NOTES: This story starts out G but will eventually be E for Explicit.

For translations of the entirely fictitious Beifeng language, you’ll have to scroll to notes. I’m only going to translate something that’s not clear in the text. Sadly, there’s just not any other good way to do it on Tumblr!

Chapter 6

Huaisang returns the next morning, the next afternoon, and brings Xichen his dinner, but he seems distracted and only asks if Xichen is well before leaving. Truthfully, Xichen is relieved to be left alone, and quite glad not to be reminded of the warlord’s existence—or his kisses—any more than necessary.

He writes letters to Wangji—I am safe, don’t worry, please be happy—but each time he tries to ask Huaisang if they can be sent, the words stick on his tongue. If Huaisang says no, Xichen will be disappointed, and if Huaisang says yes, Xichen will be afraid it is only for the chance to read his words. He doesn’t want anyone to see his apologies.

But after three days alone, after reading two long histories, playing every song he knows, hours of meditation, and trying to practice sword forms with a calligraphy brush, he wonders if he’s been forgotten. He is so bored, he considers making an escape attempt just for something to do.

When Huaisang asks Xichen if he would like to ride one morning, Xichen is tempted to hug him with relief. There are already horses waiting outside the door, and it’s almost funny that Huaisang was so certain of his answer.

If Mingjue is younger than he first appeared, Huaisang is older, perhaps even older than Wangji. He’s small, nearly a full head shorter than Xichen, and dresses more frivolously than anyone else Xichen has seen—loose, colorful layers, thick silver rings on three fingers, a bahnzir on his thumb, several gold hoops in his ears, and a bright scarf, ends fluttering behind him as they ride. It is not the wardrobe of a soldier. But although these two masters of the Beifeng army are not as obviously brothers as Xichen and Wangji, with a thick wool hat disguising his light brown hair, it’s easier to see Huaisang’s resemblance to Mingjue, especially around the eyes and mouth. Rather than many braids, though, Huaisang wears only one that reaches the middle of his back.

Huaisang is also something more than merely a translator. He sings loudly as they ride and jokes with nearly everyone they pass, sometimes translating them, sometimes telling Xichen laughing stories about the men and women they see. But Xichen is an expert at reading minute facial changes, and he sees the deferential nods and glances the soldiers give Huaisang as they ride through the camp. At least twice, a warrior in full armor stops them and has a whispered conversation with the young man.

Xichen notes the looks people give him as well: sly, curious, and occasionally lingering, but not necessarily censorious.

“They think you’re interesting looking. You’re very pale,” Huaisang mentions after one young woman’s open admiration flusters Xichen. “Don’t worry. No one will ever touch you here. They would invite Ipira’orhew Ikira’s wrath, and not one of the Beifeng would be so stupid.”

Xichen tries the words. “Ipira...Orhew...Ikira? What does it mean?”

Huaisang hums thoughtfully. “Vermillion Sword Master. Or maybe Crimson Sword Lord. It doesn’t exactly translate. In your language, you might call him Chifeng-Zun. It’s his title, not his name.”

“What is his name in your tongue?” Xichen asks.

”Etikuntiga,” Huaisang answers. “Etikuntiga means ‘visualizing success,’ and that just didn’t have a very pretty sound in your language, so I chose something more poetic, as your people like to do.”

“How did you learn my language so thoroughly?” Xichen wonders aloud. Huaisang is right, Xichen’s native tongue, Yuyan, often chooses metaphor and poetics over practicality, but it is a nuance many of his countrymen don’t even notice.

Huaisang laughs, a shout of mirth that turns a few heads toward him. “Zewu-Jun, I fear it would horrify you. There’s no better way to learn a language than in the arms of a willing teacher. Or two,” he grins.

Xichen can feel the red heat creeping up his neck, and he distracts himself by turning to watch a pair of birds circling overhead. Hawks, he thinks, and then is surprised when one of the birds folds its wings and plunges down as though it will crash into the ground only to pull up and land on a man’s waiting arm. Xichen has heard of hunting birds before, but he’s never actually seen one.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I actually have shocked you,” Huaisang apologizes, sounding entirely unremorseful, the amusement still in the back of his throat. “It is true, but it’s also true that I am just very good at other tongues. Zewu-Jun, do you require anyone to assist you? On a daily basis?”

The change in topic is abrupt and startles a laugh from Xichen. “I do not have anything for anyone to assist me with,” he says, and Huaisang purses his lips.

“Would you like me to find something for you to do?”

Xichen counters with his own question. “Am I allowed to leave my tent?”

Huaisang looks genuinely distressed. “Of course! Of course you are. Zewu-Jun, I apologize if that wasn’t clear. You are not a prisoner. You are Ahora'ipa. You may go anywhere.”

He says the word like it is also a title, and Xichen is too embarrassed to ask what it means.

“Then yes, I would like something to do. I can…” He thinks. What can he do? He has been trained as a musician, as a mediator, and with all the practical knowledge necessary to lead his clan, but only in his own language. His skills do not seem like assets here.

“I can heal,” he finally decides, and Huaisang beams at him.

“Healing is always valuable, Zewu-Jun. Thank you.”

They eat lunch together in Xichen’s tent and Huaisang leaves, promising to return for dinner. He could never be a replacement for Wangji, but he seems like he could almost be a friend one day. It gives Xichen the courage to unpack one trunk. It does not feel as much like a chain as he thought it would.

Xichen is entirely nonplussed when Mingjue arrives for dinner with a bird riding on his shoulder.

“I saw you watching the munaku today, and I thought you might like to meet one,” Huaisang says, not quite laughing at Xichen’s expression. “Her name is Kitingi. She is technically mine, but she is rather fond of my brother. Probably because he’s taller.”

The bird is barely bigger than one hand span and her feathers are a dark grey, speckled with dabs of white and orange. She tilts her head to peer at Xichen, and he has to resist the urge to tilt his head back at her.

“Will she be joining us for dinner?” he finally manages to ask, and Huaisang laughs so hard, the bird flutters her wings in annoyance.

“If you don’t mind, Zewu-Jun. She is a very polite dinner guest,” he answers, and indeed, the little bird doesn’t move from Mingjue’s shoulder throughout dinner, occasionally accepting small pieces of meat he hands her, her hooked beak surprisingly gentle.

As with their last meal together, Mingjue has a never-ending stream of questions for Xichen to answer and Huaisang to translate. He asks if Xichen has horses, and Xichen has to admit that he does not ride often, which seems to alarm and concern the man. He launches into a defense of horses and horsemanship that Huaisang can barely keep up with and at least once, rolls his eyes at. Mingjue catches him and pokes him in the arm, but Huaisang is undeterred, smirking at his brother’s grumbling. Their easy and affectionate relationship is so at odds with what Xichen expected from the Beifeng, at odds, even, from his own family.

Something occurs to Mingjue, and he cocks his head curiously like the hawk on his arm, asking a question that Huaisang hesitates to translate. The brothers have a silent conversation about it before Huaisang sighs and apparently gives in.

“What do you love so much, if not horses, Zewu-Jun.”

How can he possibly answer that question? The part of him that is still angry with his father, angry with his clan, and angry with this man for forcing him into a life with no choices thinks that he loved his freedom most of all. He doesn’t know what he has left to love anymore. The words are on the tip of his tongue, but he bites them back.

“I love the sunrise on the mountain,” he says softly. “I love my brother, and I love playing the guqin. I love the feeling of bones knitting together under my hand, of learning something I did not know yesterday, of magic flowing through me. I love to win sword fights. I love to read books and listen to the wind at night, rustling through the jasmine...”

He stops. He’s said too much, and he can’t finish the sentence. He won’t ever hear the rustle of the heavy jasmine leaves behind his house again, or smell their thick, sweet perfume in summer. It is pointless to even think of it. The tent is utterly silent when Huaisang finishes the translation.

Abruptly, Mingjue stands and barks something at Huaisang who shakes his head, not a refusal—more like a reprimand. The look he gives his brother is indecipherable to Xichen, but Mingjue narrows his eyes as though he knows exactly what the younger man is thinking. He repeats his order, and with pursed lips, Huaisang reaches out a hand to Kitingi. She hops gracefully to his fingers, and they leave.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” Xichen begins, but he isn’t sure what he’s apologizing for. Being honest? Missing his home? It doesn’t seem like the warlord is angry, but Xichen can’t tell. It’s so frustrating to know every tiny shift in his father’s or brother’s faces, but feel so lost at understanding the huge, sweeping expressions that animate this man.

Xichen hadn’t realized he was within Mingjue’s reach until the warlord pulls him into his arms, his mouth hard and bruising against Xichen’s. Mingjue’s hands burn like hot irons, and Xichen is vividly aware of every single place he is being touched, places he had never once thought were flammable now feel like they will consume him—the nape of his neck, the inside of his knee, the ridge of his hip.

His legs are suddenly weak, and he braces his hands against Mingue’s chest, clutching his shirt. When he touches Mingjue, the man groans against his mouth, slipping his tongue between Xichen’s lips but...oh...oh, the hand on his back, sliding over his buttocks...it is...the tightening clench in his gut is suddenly more than Xichen can take. He is a traitor to his people as his body is a traitor to his mind.

“No, stop,” he whispers, shoving away the chest he had so easily, so shamefully, fallen against. He’s suddenly afraid that Mingjue won’t understand him or won’t let go even if he does.

He panics.

He fills his hands with power, the heat familiar like resolve.

He pushes at the same time Mingjue lets go.

Xichen’s gift is a strong one, and although he tries to curtail it in time, it is effective enough. He does not throw Mingjue sprawling across the tent, as he’s capable of, but the man rocks back nearly a full body length, knocking over a chair and dropping to one knee with a grunt. Mingjue looks up at Xichen, blinking dazedly.

Xichen gapes at him and looks at his hands.

What has he done?

Xichen searches Mingjue’s expression frantically, examining the lines of his face for anger or retaliation. He thinks of his uncle clipping leaves from orchid stems. His nephew who has just begun to swing a sword. His brother. His brother. In only a few days, has he managed to destroy the treaty that protects his family?

Xichen’s hands are shaking and, in fact, his whole body is trembling. A white cloud is filling his eyes and he needs to sit. Regardless of whether or not he killed the man, or even injured him, he just attacked his captor. What warlord would stand for that?

Mingjue touches his chest gingerly and tilts the corner of his lips. He cocks his head at Xichen and takes a half step toward him looking almost...intrigued? Xichen can’t tell. He can’t tell.

Xichen sways and Mingjue’s expression shifts to concern, which Xichen does recognize. He catches Xichen before he falls, lifting him effortlessly and carrying him to the bed. Laying Xichen down, Mingjue pulls the blanket over him in a movement so smooth, Xichen wonders wildly if this isn’t the first time he’s soothed a violent lover. And then, thinking of himself as anyone’s lover, much less the Beifeng warlord’s, makes him gasp, suddenly unable to breathe.

Efficiently and with no signs of his earlier overtures, Mingjue loosens Xichen’s belt and robes and starts to remove the silk ribbon from Xichen’s forehead. Xichen bats his fingers away instinctively and then remembers that he should have already removed it, acknowledged that his body—his life—belongs to someone else now, even if they aren’t truly married. He tries to turn away, and his lungs protest, struggling painfully for air. Mingjue rests his hand against Xichen’s chest and pulls the dark smoke of Beifeng magic to his palm. It warms Xichen, opens his lungs, and immediately, he can breathe again. His first full lungful of air catches in a sob, and he covers his mouth.

“Aitapaho, aitapaho,” Mingjue croons, smoothing a hand over the top of Xichen’s head. “Aurum auha, et sika pida auha.” (1)

He says other words that sound remorseful and affectionate, still touching Xichen’s hair, but whatever magic he’s using is swiftly putting Xichen to sleep, and he can’t focus on them. Before he loses grasp with consciousness entirely, he covers the hand still resting against his chest with his own.

“Not your fault,” he says, the words blurring together. “Thank you.”

Xichen doesn’t know why Mingjue is being so kind, and the gratitude muddles with regret and self-recrimination. He is not a child. He chose this, knowing what it would mean. He has a duty to make every effort to ensure the warlord—Mingjue—is happy, and his family is safe. A duty. Only a duty.

Tomorrow, he will ask Huaisang for a language instructor. The traditional kind, not Huaisang��s kind.

Translation Notes:

Aitapaho, aitapaho. Aurum auha, et sika pida auha / Treasured one, treasured one. Forgive me, I was too hasty.

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