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hubbvrd · 5 months

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More than just friends | Adam Fantilli

summary — The long distance makes Adam and y/n quite uncomfortable, so Adam visits his best friend and the two spend the day together at the ice rink, where they quickly realize that they are more than just friends

pairing — adam fantilli x y/n

words — 2790

It wasn't always easy not always having your best friend by your side and suddenly not having as much contact as you have had in recent years.

For as long as you can remember, you and Adam have been best friends and simply inseparable.

Your mothers were close friends and had been since they were at school, so it was natural for them that you and Adam should become inseparable too.

And indeed, your mothers' plan had worked out, because now nineteen years later you two are still inseparable.

But since Adam signed with the Blue Jackets in July of this year and moved to Columbus, your relationship had changed a little.

You still try to video call and text as much as possible, but despite all of that, you're suffering quite a bit from Adam's move.

All those years you had supported your best friend and helped him live his dream as much as you could, but Adam was still your best friend and you wanted to see him more often.

With a sad sigh, you close your laptop, on which you had been working on your homework, and as if of its own accord your eyes wander over to the photo wall above your desk.

By now, the wall was pretty full of countless pictures of you and Adam with all your adventures and beautiful moments that you had experienced together over the years.

What you wouldn't give to have another photo of you and Adam on there.

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!" your little five-year-old sister shouted excitedly as she ripped open your bedroom door and came bouncing in.

She had her favorite cuddly toy Fred the turtle tucked under her arm, which she took everywhere with her.

"What's up?" you ask her with a sad smile on your lips, which is still on your face because of the memories.

"You have a visitor!" she continues excitedly as she comes to a stop in front of your bed and gives you the sweet smile she always gives when she really wants something.

You look at her in confusion. "Are you sure the visitor is here for me?"

Since Adam left, you've had a pretty good relationship with one person or another, but it was more of a college friendship, so you never actually got visitors.

"Yes, mommy told me to come and get you. Come on!"

Your little sister grabs your hand and starts tugging gently to make it clear that you should finally come with her.

"All right," you give in as you stand up and let your sister literally pull you out of your room.

As the two of you walk down the stairs, you start to wonder who might be visiting you?

Was it Chelsea, perhaps? Had you forgotten something during class?

Or was it Molly who wanted to pick you up for a study group that you hadn't marked in your diary?

Your mother's voice comes to you from the kitchen as she starts to talk happily about something and shortly afterwards a few plates start to clatter.

Who is sitting in the kitchen and who did your mother put food on?

"Y/n! Quickly! Otherwise he'll be gone again!"

Your little sister starts tugging at the hem of your hoddie and looks up at you with her blue eyes.

"He?" Now the confusion is clearly written on your face.

"Don't worry, Zoey. I won't be gone that quickly," suddenly comes a male voice that you would have recognized at any time.

"A-Adam?" you whisper quietly and incredulously as you look over at your best friend, who is standing in the hallway with a big grin on his face.

This can't be true. You had to be dreaming. Adam's not here, he's in Columbus getting ready for the next game.

"Hi y/n," he greets you and spreads his arms out. Without thinking twice, you bridge the few meters to your best friend and fall into his arms shortly afterwards.

"You... you're here. I mean really here," you stammer, a little confused and totally overwhelmed, as you bury your nose in his shoulder and inhale his aftershave, which you love and miss so much about him.

"I'm really here," he assures you as he wraps his arms around you and presses you gently against him.

Slowly, tears begin to well up in your eyes as you hug him tightly, as if you're afraid that he might disappear at any second and you might wake up.

"I've missed you so much" you sniffle softly as you fight back the tears that are slowly making their way down your cheeks.

"I've missed you so much too."

Adam gently strokes your back to calm you down.

For a few minutes you just stand there and enjoy the closeness of each other, which you had missed so much, before you separate again and wipe the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.

"I'd say the surprise was a success," says your mother with a broad grin on her lips as she holds out a plate of pancakes and maple syrup to you both.

"So you knew and didn't tell me?"

"Of course I knew. I wasn't allowed to say anything because otherwise the surprise would no longer be a surprise. We'll leave you to it then. I think you have a lot to talk about. Come on, Zoey. "

Your mother presses a gentle kiss to your hair before taking your little sister by the hand, who waves goodbye to you and shortly afterwards the door slams shut and you are alone.

"Wow, I'm still so overwhelmed. I really can't believe you're actually sitting next to me..." you start to speak and shove a forkful of pancakes into your mouth. "How are you?"

"Good, really good. I've settled in well in Columbus and I'm getting on really well with my colleagues and everyone."

"That's really nice," you admit honestly and give Adam a smile.

Even though you miss Adam most of the time, you're also incredibly happy for your best friend that he's finally been able to live the dream he's had since he was little, even if it means your friendship has to take a bit of a back seat.

"Tell me more about Columbus."

You turn to Adam attentively so that you can pay more attention to your best friend as he starts to tell you about his apartment, his colleagues and, above all, field hockey.

And while Adam is talking, your attention is entirely on him.

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"I have plans for you. Put on something comfortable."

Adam turns to you as he piles the plates on top of each other and then carries them over to the sink.

For the past hour and a half, you've been glued to Adam's lips as he talks almost non-stop about his new life in Columbus.

Until recently, you had doubts and concerns that Adam might have been deceiving you during your phone calls about his new chapter in Columbus, but now here he was, telling you everything and his eyes were more or less shining, you were certain that Adam was actually doing well in Columbus.

"And where are we going?" you ask curiously as you tie your hair into a ponytail.

"You'll find out then and now hurry up. We have to leave right away."

"I've actually forgotten what it feels like to be late. I've never been late since you left," you tease him with a grin and then leave the kitchen to go and change.

Less than ten minutes later, you find yourself next to Adam in a rental car. The radio quietly fills the interior of the car, while there is a comfortable silence between you.

"Are you finally going to tell me where you're going?" you ask again as you glance out of the window at the passing houses.

"You'll see when we get there," he answers your question in the same way again.

You know that you won't get any more out of Adam, so you decide to simply change the subject.

"Have you visited your parents yet?"

"Yes, I landed around five this morning. They picked me up and we had a big breakfast together until I came to see you at ten sharp."

"So everyone, really everyone, was in on the fact that you were coming home, except me?"

"Yep."

A glance to your left shows you that a cheeky grin has spread across his face, causing you to sigh softly.

A few minutes later, Adam puts on the blinker and drives into the empty parking lot of the ice rink where Adam did his first laps on the ice and played his first training sessions and games as a player.

"Ice skating then? I guess you never give your skates a little break."

In fact, there were few days in your friendship when Adam didn't wear skates, so somehow watching field hockey was just as much a part of it for you.

By now you were quite a pro when it came to watching hockey, so you knew all the technical terms and occasionally impressed the odd youngster.

By now, hockey was also part of your passion, but it wasn't nearly as big as Adams, but every now and then you turned on the TV to watch your best friend on the ice.

"No, you know me."

Adam and you get out and make your way towards the entrance, pretty sure the rink might be closed.

Every now and then there was figure skating or ice hockey, but most of the week the rink was closed, so there were no days when it was open for recreational skating.

"It doesn't look like the rink is open" you say your thoughts out loud as you lean your face against the window and look into the empty interior of the rink, where you can't see a single person.

"Good thing I have a key" Adam replies with a broad grin on his lips and starts jingling the key he is holding in his hand.

"How did you get it? Bob doesn't give the key to anyone!"

You look at Adam, almost stunned, as he inserts the key into the door and unlocks it.

Bob was the owner and coach of the hockey team at the time, while his wife Holly trained the figure skaters.

The rink was literally their baby and Bob never let anyone into the rink unsupervised.

"I do. And now I owe him a favor." Adam gently puts his hand on your back and pushes you inside the hall.

"What kind of favor?" you ask curiously as Adam closes the door behind you and then climbs behind the counter to find the right skates for you.

You've been on the ice with Adam a few times before, but while Adam was literally gliding across the ice in his skates, you were just hanging around the edge.

"I'm going to teach his team tomorrow and teach him a few tricks. I guess he wants to bring more of them to the nhl."

Adam hands you a pair of skates, which you sit down on the bench with and start to take off your shoes.

"I really can't miss this. I'll stand in the front row and watch everything carefully, and when you're done I'll be your bodyguard to get you back to the car in one piece."

Determined, you look over at Adam, who shakes his head with a laugh and then sits down next to you on the bench.

"Thanks, I really appreciate that, but I think I'm more of a bodyguard for you than you are for me."

"Hey, don't underestimate my muscles Fantilli!" you reprimand him and tense your biceps, which not only makes Adam laugh, but also you.

"You can't swear me in with that," Adam snorts as he gently touches your biceps with his index finger.

And he's actually right. You're not really active in sports, apart from your jogging laps, which you probably do twice a month when the going gets tough.

"Okay, okay. I got it."

Pouting, you slip into your skates and start to lace them up.

"Ready for a few laps on the ice?"

Adam holds out his hands to help you up, which you take gratefully and feel a light electric shock shoot through your body.

"I'm going to be a loser again. I've forgotten everything again," you mumble sheepishly as you and Adam walk hand in hand over to the gang.

"Luckily, you've got a pro by your side," Adam replies as he steps onto the ice shortly afterwards and takes a turn on the ice, while you slowly put one foot after the other on the ice and claw into the boards, trying not to lose your balance.

Carefully, you try to place one foot after the other to move a little further away from the part of the board where you are currently standing.

But somehow you had forgotten all the basics you had learned back then

"Do you need help? Would you like me to get you a child's aid?" Adam comes to stand next to you with a cheeky grin and points to little penguin figures that help children learn to skate.

"Adam," you growl quietly as you remove one hand from the railing to swat at your best friend, who laughs and dodges.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he starts to apologize and raises his hands. "Let me help you."

Adam moves a little closer to you so that you can smell his aftershave again.

"It's actually quite simple," he begins as he stands behind you and carefully places his hands on your hips. "I'll show you how to do it now."

Slowly, Adam begins to explain the steps to you, while at the same time helping you to carry them out.

He is so close to you that you suddenly get quite nervous and start to sweat. While you try to listen to Adam explain the steps to you, you try not to pay too much attention to his touch and the feelings he triggers in you.

It wasn't the first time Adam's touch had triggered various reactions in you, as you had realized a while ago that you had fallen in love with your best friend.

However, you had thought that these feelings would disappear on their own since Adam had been in Columbus. But in fact, the feelings had become stronger and stronger, so you had to admit to yourself that you had fallen in love with Adam.

It scared you, because you didn't know whether Adam felt the same way about you or whether you were reading too much into it and could end up losing your best friend, so you tried to suppress these feelings as best you could.

"You're doing great! And now drive over to my place on your own!" Adam praises you and you realize that you and Adam have broken away from the gang and are now almost in the middle.

You've been so absorbed in your thoughts that you haven't even noticed.

Adam removes his hands from your hips and positions himself slightly away from you before sticking his thumb out at you to give you the signal to get going.

You slowly go over the steps you've picked up in your head and slowly and carefully put one foot in front of the other.

And you have the feeling of more or less floating over the ice.

Every now and then you start to wobble a little, but you try to balance it out as best you can.

Slowly, you lift your eyes from the ground and look over at Adam, who is watching you with a proud grin.

"You're doing great!" he calls out to you, causing the heat to rise in your cheeks and you suddenly only see Adam and block out everything around you.

You imagine running over to him, letting yourself fall into his arms and kissing him shortly afterwards. Your heart begins to pound in your chest as you realize how nervous you are becoming.

And shortly afterwards, you start to lose your balance and sway, so that you start to panic and flail your arms to regain your balance.

"I've got you, it's all right" seconds later, you hear Adam's familiar voice behind you and feel his arms on your body, stopping you from kissing the ground.

"Thanks," you mumble sheepishly as you feel the heat start to rise in your cheeks and you're sure you're going to blush any second.

Adam looks down at you as you lift your gaze slightly to look up at him.

Your breathing starts to quicken as Adam's hand goes to your cheek and his cold fingers touch your warm skin.

"Y/n," he begins as he moves closer to you and you begin to feel his warm breath on your skin. "I want to kiss you so much, but I'm afraid I'll ruin everything between us."

The sentence makes your heart start to pound even faster against your chest and you feel like Adam could hear it.

"Adam," you whisper softly as you get a little closer to him and your hands slowly find their way to his neck, where they intertwine. "Kiss me."

It takes a little courage to say those two words, but when they're finally out, you couldn't be happier to have finally thawed out after all these years.

And shortly afterwards, Adam's lips are on yours. Tentatively, he kisses you, while at this moment it's just the two of you and a friendship has finally developed into love. And nothing will separate you any time soon.

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nineteenthirteen · 1 year

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Heyo! This is part 2 of bringing my posts from Instagram to Tumblr! Once again they're Genshin Ocs. These are older and therefore have even worse outfits than the previous ones.

Like I previously said, I couldn't find outfit inspo for Sumeru and Liyue so beware! It's not that culturally accurate!

Okay, first we have the oldest and the first oc I made!

This is Abeni, a 5* Hydro Polerarm user from Sumeru.

At the time I made her, I couldn't figure out which land Sumeru represented so I got inspired by Nilou and some other Genshin OCs I saw online.

Abeni is a very cheerful, positive, and calm person, just like Jiangguo from the last post. She lives to explore the parts of Sumeru where she's never been before, and would also like to go to Liyue and Mondstadt but doesn't want to be alone on her journey.

Although she's positive, she's horrible at making friends because she always stutters all over the place and can't hold direct eye contact all the time. (+ she's insecure)

Abeni is a part of the adventurers guild and always looks for an opportunity to explore or do commissions. She also takes any opportunity she has to go and see Nilou dance, Abeni adores her! She says she's everything she'll never be.

Next we haveeeeeeee-

Lukas!!! 5* Pyro Polerarm user from Mondstadt!

Lukas is the best friend of Abeni! They met when he visited Sumeru for a week.

Lukas has been everywhere in Teyvat, Liyue Harbour, Inazuma City, Aaru Village, you name it!

He's fearless and kind! Lukas might seem like a cheerful cute guy from appearance but when Abeni or anybody else he cares for is in danger, he'll get serious!

Abeni always wanted to travel with Lukas but was always too scared to ask him, fearing that he might reject her request.

Even though they're the complete opposite from eachother, they're still together and in love! Plot twist! (Not really)

The 3rd oldest character is, Victoria!

4* Anemo Bow user from Mondstadt.

I literally wanted to scrap her halfway but eventually gave in and used the ibis paint x preset effects and enhanced them. For some reason, the bloom effect always looks bad with green and yellow

Because I wanted to scrap her, I didn't bother giving her much story or anything.

Victoria is a very calm person who rarely smiles. She also works for the adventurers guild and her hobby is hunting.

Since I didn't really think much of her, I just made her a sort of blank (?) character.

And the last Genshin OC so far that I've got to present is, Jay!

Jay is a 5* Electro Claymore (I think) from Mondstadt!

So, Jay was actually inspired by my irl best friend that picked all the traits. I can't remember what weapon he chose but I think it was a claymore. Oh and I used ibis effects again. Sorrryyy-

Since it's supposed to be my friend, I'll just describe him!

Jay is a liar. He blames others for his mistakes and just won't give in that he's lying. On the other hand, he's pretty funny. (Sometimes)

Jay is also pretty short, and by short I mean he's just a little bit taller than Triboulet.

Okay, that's it for the characters! I also made weapons for them sooooooo

#genshin impact #digital art #digital illustration #digital painting #ocs

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 5

It had been a week since you had seen Zemo. You hadn't seen your friend at all either. You had tried to contact her a couple of times, but after receiving no responses, you gave up. It still didn't sit right with you that she and Stark were a thing.

You were currently at work. You were on the afternoon shift today. You could handle the afternoon crowd easier than the morning crowd. It wasn't your usual shift, so your usual co-workers weren't here to banter with.

You were wiping down the counter when a customer approached. You wipe your hands on the towel over your shoulder and turn to take their order, only to stop.

"Zemo?"

He stands there smiling. He was wearing slacks with a button up shirt. He looked very smart, yet so laid back.

"Hello Y/N."

"What are you doing here?"

"Not happy to see me?" He grins.

"I am, it's just... I didn't expect to see you before the race."

He chuckles as he orders something to drink.

"I couldn't wait much longer. I wanted to see your world." He glances around the cafe. It was a nice place. Classy and clearly a good place for groups to hang out.

"Well this is it. I make drinks for people." You make him his drink and hand it over. He pays for it there.

"I like it. It suits you, but I think you'd fit into my world just fine."

You laugh, "not that I'd be of any use in your world. I can barely change a tyre."

That makes him chuckle.

"I'm sure there would be something for you."

You shake your head with a smile.

"Oh, it's your lucky day by the way. My boss happens to be a fan of yours, so I have next weekend off for the races."

"Ah, lucky me indeed." He looks very smug right now. You shake your head, grinning.

"Just this once. I can't take every weekend off."

"Well that's no good. I need you for all my races," he says, stating it like a fact.

"You don't need me. You just want me there for some reason."

Zemo leans on the bar and looks at you softly. He has a small soft smile on his face. You were right in every way.

"Yes, I do want you there."

"I don't see why."

"I like you," he says with ease, confidence oozing from him as he grins at you.

You laugh softly.

"You're so..."

"Handsome? Charming? Dashing?"

"So funny."

You both laugh softly.

"I should get back to work before my manager catches me chatting up the customers," you say, glancing over your shoulder.

"Oh? Do you flirt with others then?"

"Only the good looking ones," you stick your tongue out at him. He winks and takes a seat at a table near by. Though there is literally plenty for him to do, he chooses to watch you work instead.

This was you in your element. Life passing more slowly, more safely.

There was serenity in this life style. Something he couldn't provide through his. He couldn't guarantee anything, as much as he would like to pretend.

There was always that risk.

Risks such greater than anything you could ever face here. He looked down at his half empty cup of coffee. Maybe he shouldn't ever ask you.

You bid goodbye to your customer, and looked over at Zemo. You smiled at him. He smiled back. He finished his coffee and got up from his table.

"That was lovely, though I do have a particular fondness for tea."

You chuckle.

"We serve tea too."

He smiles.

"When do you finish?" He asks.

You look up at the clock on the wall.

"Two more hours. Why don't you go look around the town or something."

"I think I will. I'll pick you up later, no arguing," he winks at you and makes his exit. You smile as you clear his table.

Zemo walks through the town you live in. It's nice, pretty. Again, it suits you perfectly.

Looking around, he almost feels homesick. There was nothing left of the place he once called home. He shakes those thoughts from his mind.

Something catches his attention up ahead. A limo. It stands out vastly against the rest of the cars on the street. Far too sleek, shiny, and expensive for anyone around here.

It irks him that he has a bad feeling about it.

From up the road, he watches as the man he dreaded steps out. Tony Stark put on his shades before holding his hand out for someone. A pretty young lady climbs out of the limo.

Something about her strikes Zemo as familiar. He can't pinpoint from where though.

Zemo watches as Stark closes the limo door and takes the young lady into boutique behind them.

What was Tony Stark doing here?

Zemo had made the trip for you. He had his excuse to be here instead of down at the track. Tony, however, didn't.

Zemo headed over to where he was stood across the street, though he couldn't quite see through the store window display.

He had to make himself scarce before Stark came out again. He didn't want Tony seeing him. As he walked away, he didn't let go of the thought that he had seen that girl before.

Zemo was back at the cafe at the end of your shift like he said he would be. The car he was driving was another one from his collection. He opened the door for you and climbed in once you were safely in his car.

As he drove to your address, which he flirted with you for, his mood changed to something a little more serious. Concerned, you had to ask him what happened in those 2 hours he was alone.

"Are you alright?"

He glances at you.

"Yes, why?"

"You're clutching the steering wheel rather tightly and your jaw is locked again. What's on your mind?"

"I saw Stark here in town."

You swallow awkwardly.

"Did he see you?"

"No. I saw him. He was with someone." He glances at you as you shift in your seat. Now it was turn to be concerned. "What is it?"

"That's my friend. Remember when she called me at the airstrip? She told me she was going to meet me at the train station and tell me something big. Well, when we got out, Tony Stark was there with a limousine. Apparently the news was she is daring him. They had met that night after the first race, he had asked her out and she agreed."

You couldn't look at him.

Zemo, keeping an eye on the road, reached over and placed his hand on your knee. Your eyes flickered to his hand. His touch was warm and comforting.

"She won't talk to me now. When we got to my place, I had asked her about it. She got defensive and shut me off."

His thumb rubs circles on your leg.

"You don't think this is some kind of stunt do you?" You ask, looking up at him.

"I don't know, but I wouldn't put it past him. It's not the first time he's done something big for publicity."

You want to ask, but something else comes to mind.

"They haven't made it public yet."

"I assume he'll make his move at the next race. Cameras everywhere there." He glances at you.

That makes sense.

"Are you bothered about it?" You ask, looking at him from the corner of your eye.

"No. What Stark does for publicity is his problem. The question, does it bother you?"

"Yes," you state honestly, "because I can't tell if it's real, or if she's being carried away by the fantasy of dating her favourite pro racer. I looked into racing as much as I possibly could before that second race. I tried to get some background on the racers, you included, but Stark seems to thrive on being in the spotlight. He wins over and over again, he trots around the globe to meet people and race his cars. He is always making headlines somewhere."

Zemo gave a nod. He was aware. It was because he kept seeing Stark pop up everywhere that he became a pro racer himself.

"You're worried about your friend. That is understandable."

"I'm worried for her if it's not real."

He glances at you. It's as he is sitting there, hand on your knee, glancing at you as he listens to you, that the thought returns to him. Helmut Zemo is not a man who plays around with people's feelings. If this was you two, there would be no other way than for him to be honest and true to you.

As a man who had lost everything in the past, he would never do that to you.

He takes his hand back as reaches your destination. Your apartment building was a nice little thing. You were up on the 3rd floor.

"Do you want to come in?"

He smiles.

"Yes, I do."

You chuckle. You both get out and you lead him up to your apartment. You smile nicely at your neighbours as you pass them, hoping they don't question the handsome man trailing behind you. No one seemed to recognise him, so that worked in your favour.

You let him into your apartment first.

"It's not much, but it's home."

The apartment wasn't huge, but spacious enough for one person. It was decorated nicely, every little thing a reflection of you. There was a bit of clutter here and there, but it was clear you looked after your space.

"I like it."

"Can't imagine the kind of place you live in. Bet it's a lot nicer than this." You head into the kitchen to make him some tea.

"Perhaps a little bigger, it's no castle."

You chuckle softly and set out two cups.

Zemo glances around at the photos on display. You don't have a lot, but he's curious to see what they are.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks, not looking away from a photo of you and your friend.

"Of course."

"When you were researching the racers, what did you find on me?"

You let the kettle boil as you look at his back.

"Not much, I'll be honest. I didn't want to ask about it, but there was something, if you'll let me."

He halts his movements and wonders what you found. It couldn't be, could it?

"What is it?"

"You're from Sokovia, right?"

He relaxes. Zemo turns slowly and smiles, but there isn't much emotion behind it.

"Yes. I was."

You nibble at your lip softly.

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologise for," he says, walking over to you.

"Still, I remember hearing about it on the news. It was everywhere for a while. I can't imagine losing my home country."

Zemo reaches over and takes your hand in his. You wouldn't vocalise the fact you realised he was being a lot more physical today. You enjoyed the feel of his touch.

"Thank you for your kindness, but you don't need to worry. I am happy where I am now."

You smile at one another. The kettles clicks off, you reluctantly let go of his hands, missing their warmth. You turn around to see to the tea.

"There really wasn't much else about you online. You're a mystery to me, Zemo."

He smiles.

"Makes me all the more interesting, yes?"

You laugh softly.

"I suppose it does."

You hand him one of the cups and you both go sit down. You face one another on the sofa, enjoying the tea you had made. You watched the way he closed his eyes and took a sip.

"This is very good."

"What can I say? I'm a professional," you joke.

"I believe you."

"So, the race." You smile, sitting up and leaning forward a little. Zemo laughed. It was sweet how excited you were about it, considering you hadn't had an interest before... well, before him.

"I can I take you to the race myself?" He asks, reading your face for a response.

"Take me? Isnt6that going to be a hassle? Going there, coming back, and then going back again?"

"I'll do it for you," he grins mischievously.

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" He asks.

"Flirting with me."

"Of course I am. You haven't told me to stop," he tells you.

You smile shyly at him. That was true.

"You should focus on your car, I'll be there. I promise."

He shakes his head subtly.

"Too late, I've made up my mind. I'll be here to pick you up the day before. You can stay with me over the weekend. Sound like a plan?"

You look at him, trying to see if this was just him teasing you, but you don't see anything like that. If anything, those beautiful brown eyes of his are almost pleading for you to agree.

"Alright."

His smile is so full of joy, your heart feels like it could burst. He looked so handsome smiling like that.

"Then I best be on my way. I have some thing to plan before the weekend." Zemo put his empty cup down and got up. You did the same and showed him to the door.

You see him out, but before he leaves your apartment completely, he leaves you with a kiss on the cheek. He doesn't say anything as he walks away.

You're left a smiling blushing mess.

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beckydoesthings · 3 years

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various fics of hxl that i adore reading! this list is quite lengthy, but feel free to message me if you have any questions!

*will continue to be updated. also, if i mistagged you, i apologize, i do not know how to tumblr*

Love Is a Rebellious Bird

E | 134k | @100percentsassy and gloria_andrews

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

i think this tickled every bone of my musical self and also made me cry (are you seeing a theme here??) one of the first fics i fell in love with and one i keep coming back to.

Collision

E | 226k | @tequiladimples

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

the world building in this one is insanity - so much good mythology mixed in and it made me screech with joy. i think i can firmly say that i did not expect where the plot went, but that made the story so much better.

Flour and Chocolate

M | 145k | @danosphere91

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.

Then he approached the display cabinet.

And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.

What. The. Fuck?

Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out.

Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

the miscommunication in this fic is SO REAL and makes for a good read. the rest of the flour and chocolate series is also fantastic. i thoroughly enjoyed both the ziam and ed/niall arcs that bring the whole story together.

run away home

E | 106k | @hattalove

Louis stands, in the middle of a clearing with his hands in his pockets, and stares. This boy—God, this gorgeous, gorgeous boy. He seems so clumsy, confused at the best of times, but there’s a wisdom about him as he speaks, a maturity that belies his age.

Louis is hopelessly, wildly attracted to him.

or, louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house fit for a prince, and a broken heart.

it takes them a while to figure out that they need each other.

this makes my inner horse girl extraordinarily happy - even if i don’t know anything about horse racing. louis’ story in this is beautiful and makes the whole piece worth a read.

waiting for the tides to meet

E | 60k | @nauticalleeds

Louis lets out a deep breath, thinking about Harry’s soulmate. Thinking about how Harry’s soulmate is probably as beautiful as Harry, some person that Louis cannot compare to, and how the universe has chosen them to be Harry’s. Fuck the universe. “Fuck you,” he calls out to the universe. He’s aware of how crazy he sounds.

Maybe he is crazy, with how he’s falling for Harry. And fuck that, too.

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

gorgeous soulmate AU that gives me summer cruising vibes. worth the read for the lettuce scene alone (i kid, i kid)

Do Not Go Gentle

E | 70k | @afirethatcannotdie

“This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.”

For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.

Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back.

“Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters.

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

okay i’ve watched maybe 3 episodes of Gray’s Anatomy, but i feel like this encompasses the vibe of the show: medical stuff with a hefty dose of angst and sexual tension

Falling For Me Won’t Be A Mistake

M | 58k | @all-these-larrythings

Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn't know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he's ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him.

one of my favorite mpreg fics so if that’s not your cup of tea, then don’t read it. i love surgeon harry with a vengeance, but honestly Gems and Niall are iconic in this one.

Watching the World Fall

E | 11k | @crazyupsetter why won’t it let me tag :(

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

i have a soft spot the size of Antarctica for Late Late AU fics (we stan James Corden) and for exes to lovers so this checks all the boxes.

autumn leaves

E | 27k | @suspendrs

“Brave?” Harry frowns, caught off guard. “No, not particularly.”

“You seem brave,” Louis decides, pushing off the wall and stepping on the butt of his cigarette. “You are strong, and you are not mean. That’s good,” he assures, touching Harry’s arm gently.

“Thank you, but that’s not true,” Harry smiles ruefully. “I’m really not anything special.”

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn't mean to fall in love with him.

love love french AUs and while this one isn’t sunshine and rainbows, it’s a beautiful yet heart wrenching piece. warning for period typical homophobia

caught up in your love affair

NR | 8k | @disgruntledkittenface

“And the corgis took to you straightaway,” Harry remarks.

“That’s true,” Louis chuckles.

“I’ve spent the last 29 years being barked at,” Harry deadpans, jerking his hand toward Louis, “this one walks in, absolutely nothing.”

Louis outright giggles at that, saying, “They were just lying on my feet during tea.”

“Wagging tails,” Harry says, shaking his head.

“It’s because they don’t understand flirting,” Louis tells him, “you can’t charm them the way you do everyone else.”

Royal AU. Prince Harry announces his engagement to Louis Tomlinson in an interview with longtime friend and BBC host Nick Grimshaw. Inspired by Prince Harry and Meghan Markle.

just. 8k of royal fluff. that’s literally it and i adore it so much.

Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You)

M | 54k | @rainbowsandgucci

”Due to unforeseen circumstances, help is needed here at the orchard for the impending apple season. Looking for someone able to start within the next week or two at the most, is willing to do whatever miscellaneous tasks are needed, such as picking & packing apples, running the cash register, and other handywork that may need to be done. Must be good with customers, and able to lift up to 50lbs. Help will be needed until at the least the end of October. Please contact the number found on this page, or come out to the orchard and ask for Harry. All the love xx” --- Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles. Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn. He also starts to fall in love with Harry. Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

i never thought i would enjoy an apple orchard fic?? but it’s so good?? farmer harry makes me laugh to think about, but the heartbreak in this fic is so. real.

Mine Would Be You

E | 114k | @crinkle-eyed-boo

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

exes to lovers drama but make it extra sad. the fact that we see so many facets to this story just makes it all the more painful, yet beautiful. this fic also reminds me of how much i love one mister niall horan.

One for Luck

E | 96k | @leavingonatrain

The very first time Louis remembers hearing Harry Styles' deep, deep voice, he's just won gold at the World Equestrian Games and he's officially back on Great Britain's Olympic team. He's also three sheets to the wind, drunk on victory and champagne, and there's a gorgeous boy whispering in his ear. Life's grand.

(AU: Louis and Harry are professional riders on the British Olympic team.)

again, i know nothing about horses, but i like to pretend i do for the sake of this fic. it’s beautiful, it’s smutty what else could you ask for?

Nothing But You On My Mind

E | 83k | @absoloutenonsense

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

i absolutely. definitely. sobbed tears at this fic. it’s just so beautifully painful to read. don’t want to spoil anything, but this is a must.

Adore You

M | 67k | @isthatyoularry

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

i strongly relate to harry in this one! one of my favorite historical AUs and honestly i love the thought of louis in well fitting suits.

leave it to the breeze

E | 81k | @hattalove

Louis couldn’t be prouder of his bake, but there’s something—there’s something. Something about Harry Styles and the earnest way he measures, pours, mixes, scrapes. Something about the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he knocks the air out of his batter.

or a great british bake off au in which louis cares about winning and winning only, harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and niall sticks his nose into other people's business. also featuring liam as louis's best friend-slash-concerned mother, and zayn as a macaron connoisseur.

i. love. the. great british baking show. baking + h&l is amazing. and another reminder as to why niall is the absolute best.

Paint The Sky With Stars

M | 62k | @icanhazzalou grrr let me tag

On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom.

Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform.

By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help.

Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down.

Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

gorgeous historical fic that’s so accurate and painstakingly written. i keep coming back to it!

When It’s Late At Night

M | 25k | @all-these-larrythings

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that's exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

The Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

remember when i said i love Late Late AUs? yeah. i love that louis gives absolutely zero shits in this fic until he gives all the shits.

Chasing Empty Spaces

E | 79k | @domestic-harry

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

gorgeous historical AU that goes through Harry’s struggle with his sexuality wonderfully. this one also made me cry.

Resist Everything Except Temptation

E | 100k | @domestic-harry

The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him.

“Captain,” Malik greeted.

Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible. There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’ distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it.

Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles.

The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.

love this pirate AU that’s got one badass gemma styles. also, harry as a super cool pirate in gorgeous clothes makes me super happy!

i’ll make this feel like home

E | 49k

Harry to groans himself and then takes a deep breath. “Okay, well. Here’s the thing. I peed on a stick.”

Louis isn’t able to get more than a shocked “What!” out before Harry’s steamrolling on.

“I peed on a stick and it says it’s positive, but you always prattle on about how it’s best to go to the doctor’s before you get excited, you know to confirm it because sometimes hormones are off or you have like a tumor or some shit and get false positives and what if I’m dying and-”

“You’re pregnant?!” Louis shouts out, stomach dropping as the words leave his mouth.

“Um, yeah… maybe.”

[the one where Louis' hopelessly in love with his best mate... who just happens to be pregnant with another man's baby.]

baby momma harry with hot mess!Louis is a recipe for disaster, but this one has plenty of fluff to make up for it.

Hands Clasped Tight

E | 44k | @afirethatcannotdie

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

love love teacher harry and louis that’s mostly funny fluff with a little angst. just a teeny amount. reminds me of my own experiences with meddling students haha.

*updated 2/16/21*

#fic recs #hl #hlcreators #ao3 #in no particular order #message me for other fics!#yourlarrysource

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You're My Life Now

Dawn had always been Peter's favourite time of day, he couldn't tell why, but there was something so peaceful about it. A time when the world seemed less corrupt,a time when you could just be still, be one with nature.

Nothing about this day had particularly stood out to Peter, there was nothing to suggest as he got ready for his usual early morning perimeter run to suggest that anything out of the ordinary was about to take place.

He'd been doing this run, every morning for almost two years now and nothing had happened yet. As one of the famous Mendes Triplets and Beta alongside his brother Raul to their eldest brother Shawn (Alpha of the infamous Shadowmoon Pack) Peter took his responsibility extremely seriously. He'd always been the sensible one out of the three of them, or at least the most level-headed one.

Shawn was an amazing Alpha,Peter had always admired his ability to lead,his empathy his compassion, but he could also let his emotions rule him, which could cause problems sometimes. Especially if there was a disagreement between the three brothers. Raul on the other hand, was, well, Raul. Fiery, and passionate and a bit of a trouble maker, he liked to stir the pot whenever possible and unfortunately for Peter he always seemed to be the piece keeper,to stop arguments (usually caused by some snide comment that Raul would make in the heat of the moment which he always regretted later).

Whenever anyone spoke of Peter the first things they'd say was that he was extremely loyal,always ready to help and would protect his loved ones with his life. He'd been like this as long as he could remember.

As Peter stood up from tying his shoe laces,putting his glasses on, he noticed the sheeting rain outside his window. It was so heavy that it was actually hitting the window,leaving large water droplets on the once clear glass. He sighed, it wasn't that he minded the rain, it didn't make a difference to him as to whether he got wet or not,he never felt the cold as a wolf anyway. But it would make it harder, more tedious to complete the run, he'd have to pay extra attention to his surroundings,to the sights, smells and sounds.

"I'm headed on my run," Peter called to Shawn and Raul as he past the kitchen where the two of them were making coffee and talking about day ahead.

"Thanks Pete," came Shawn's reply."I'll be in the surgery with Connor later if ya need me," Pete nodded as he made his way out the front door and into the rain.

The first part of the run was pretty easy, flat ground,open, easy to see the fields that sprawled unchecked for miles ahead. He made it in good time, easily nativagsting the familiar territory with no issues.

He was halfway home when he saw object up ahead. At first he couldn't make it out, even with his wolf-enhanced eyesight the sheeting rain was obscuring his view.As he made his way slowly closer,mindful that it might be some sort of a trap from the rogue wolves that were constantly trying to ambush their lands,he spotted the fabric.It was slightly covered by the truck of a tree, only half visible, but Pete was sure, it was definitely fabric from a tee-shirt.

It wasn't uncommon to find old clothes in random places around the lands, wolves would hide them in convenient spots so when they phased back to their human form they were able to dress themselves without hassle. Even Peter did it. But something about the way the shirt was sitting, haphazardly, carelessly, on the ground caught and held Peter's attention. Something told him it wasn't right.

As he made his way slowly closer the wind changed and he was hit with scent, overpowering his senses,causing him to falter momentarily.

It was the sweetest most intoxicating scent he'd ever smelt, like Rosewater and Ivy perfectly blended together. He took his glasses off pocketing them in the hope that not having the rain-covered glass in front of his eyes might allow him to see better.

As he stepped closer still, the clothing moved Peter stilled,watching waiting,a few seconds later it moved again,rolling over. It was then that Peter realised with horror, that this was not just an old disguarded set of clothing,this was a person, and a hybrid wolf at that, half human, half wolf he realised when another gust of wind sent a stronger wave of scent towards him.

He rushed forward no longer fearing an attack, only concerned for the welfare of this person. As he rounded the tree he got his first proper look at the person. It was a young girl. She looked to be about Peter's age. The first thing that struck Peter was not her bedraggled appearance- the way her dirty blonde hair hung around her face, sticking to her forehead and cheeks,not the mud that was caked into almost every part of her, not even the slashed in her faded green sweater that had obviously been made by wolves claws or the blood that was seeping out from the large wound beneath it and the several other cuts and bruises that peppered her small fragile body. No. The first thing that Peter registered was the look of fear, of terror as the girl made eye contact with him.

"D-dont come near me," the girl stuttered, a mixture of cold and fear Peter was sure.

He held his hands up in surrender, "Please don't be scared," he spoke softly, voice almost drowned out by the rain as he made his way closer still, now less than a foot away from the girl- young woman really.

Up close Peter could see the way her mascara was running from her eyelashes,leaving small black smudges under her red bloodshot eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you, I only want to help,I promise. My name is Peter."

She looked at him for a moment, seeming to weigh up what he was saying. "But you're a wolf," she pointed out. She was perceptive, Peter thought.

"Yes, I am," he admitted, watching as her eyebrows knitted together with fear again.

"And the other wolves hurt me," she chocked on a sob, looking away from him.

Peter reached out, placing a finger on her jaw, gently turning her head to look at him again. As soon as he made contact his whole hand began to tingle,and he felt the butterflies that so many other wolves had spoken of so fondly."Mate," he heard his wolf Timbre purr protectively from inside his head. He felt dizzy, slightly intoxicated now and had to shake his head a few times to clear his mind, to keep himself on the task at hand. If he didn't do something soon, he would have no mate to protect.

"But these are my lands- my pack's lands,my older brother Shawn is the Alpha, when he hears about what happend he'll send out a group to go out and deal with them. I promise you you're safe with me, with us," he was almost pleading with her by the end, but he didn't know what else to do.

"Just, please let me get you some help," he added,feeling the sting of tears in his eyes as the thought of what would happen if she didn't go with him ran through his head over and over again.

"How?" she asked. Looking up at Peter with wide eyes. Her eyes were so blue,it was like getting lost in the ocean.

"My brother,Shawn, when he's not working as the Alpha, he's a doctor, he'll be able to help you. I'll take you to him.I promise you'll be safe.

She nodded, water flying off her face, still not seeming entirely convinced, but she relaxed a little, her shoulders loosening just a little,as she reached for Peter's hand, surprising him. He took it feeling the tingles again, more than happy to have any contact with her that she'd allow. He wasn't sure if she was ignoring the feeling or simply in too much pain to notice, either way she said nothing.

"What's your name?" he asked, not breaking eye contact.

"J-Josie," she answered clearly still apprehensive. She watched his every move.

"Okay, it's nice to meet you Josie. Can you show me where you're injuried? I don't want to cause you anymore pain when I lift you," he asked, "apart from the gash on your stomach?"

"My back hurts," she told him, and my head. I feel kinda dizzy," she added, almost as an after thought. Peter didn't know much about medicine, bit what he did know was that it usually wasn't good when someone said their head hurt and they were dizzy. He knew he needed to get her home,out of the rain, to Shawn. They'd only been talking 5 minutes, but already she looked more pale, and slightly drowsy. He had trouble hiding his panic as he spoke again.

"Can I see?" she nodded, so he let go of her hand reluctantly and made his way around so he was behind her, slowly peeling back the layers of fabric to reveal a large oozing gash that ran from her left shoulder to the small of her back. She let out a whimper as the air and rain but it, making Peter's heart squeeze. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt his mate, when one mate hurt the other hurt."I'm so sorry," he apologised when she sniffled.

"Alright,let's get you inside," he murmured, coming back around and squatting so he was in front of her, automatically holding his hand out for her to take again. He could see how tired and scared she was and his heart literally ached."I know you hardly know me, but I think the quickest way to do this will be if I carry you, will you allow me to do that?" he asked softly, patiently waiting for a response.

She nodded again, and he wasted no time in carefully picking her up, trying his best to avoid her injuries.

That didn't stop her from letting out a scream.

"I know, I'm so so sorry," he whispered trying to console her.

She didn't say anything, instead curling into his body further, head resting softly on his shoulder. Peter couldn't help the small smile that pulled at his lips as he thought about the fact that she was already seeming to seek his comfort, his warmth. This was what he'd dreamt of since the day he turned 18 and was old enough to have a mate.

He ran as fast as he could, trying to be careful not to move her too much, and to shelter her from the pouring rain. He knew that if he'd shifted he would have been quicker making it back to the house, but she was terrified, and clearly in no way to be holding onto his back as he ran, somewhere along the way she past out, head rolling unsupported as he ran, making Pete panic more.

After what felt like an age, the house came into site, spurring him on to run harder. He sprinted the last 20 metres,and up the front porch stairs, banging on the door to get someone, anyone's attention. Finally, Connor came to the door.

"The door was open, why didn't you just-" he stopped taking in the unconscious young woman in his arms. "Holy crap," he whistled. "Where'd you find her?" he asked as Peter pushed through the doorway forcing Connor to step sideway to avoid being hit.

"Down by the south border," he answered moving further into the house. "She needs medical attention is Shawn still in the surgery?" he asked as he went to go up the first flight of stairs.

"Here, let me take her, you can get changed and meet us up there," he offered, holding his arms out for him to hand Josie over.

Peter immediately recoiled, baring his teeth,a soft growl eminating from his throat.

Connor stepped back a look of deep shock and confusion on his face. "Peter what the?" he started before he connected the dots, a large smile wiping the look of confusion from his features."Pete, did you, is she?" he asked tripping over his words.

Peter nodded,"But she's a hybrid Con, so we need to get her upstairs," he spoke, wasting no time waiting for his reply. Connor rushed past him so he could open the door to the surgery. The familiar smell of disinfectant hit Peter's nose as they walked in.

"Shawn, we need you right now," Connor called out, as they rushed through the front area and into one of the many consultation rooms.

Peter could hear Shawn making his way through the surgery as he placed Josie down carefully on the table, immediately missing the contact.

"What have we got?" Shawn asked, walking through the door, before stopped short as Connor had minutes before. "Pete, where'd you find her?" he asked grabbing a pair of gloves from the dispenser on the wall and making his way over to the bed. "She's got some nasty injuries," Shawn muttered as he surveyed Josie's body. He went to move her shirt away from her stomach, an automatic response,to make a better judgement, but Peter felt an immense feeling of protectiveness wash over him again at another male, even his brother,who was trying to help, touching his mate.

He couldn't help the growl that slipped out as Shawn pulled back the fabric exposing her stomach and the nasty gash which Josie had shown Peter in the field.

"What's your problem Peter," Shawn laughed, turning to him, "I'm doing my job little bro,"

"You're touching her, you'll hurt her," he snarled very unlike himself. He knew logically that what he was saying wasn't true, but he couldn't help it.

"Peter, as if I'm going to hurt her, I'm literally trying to do the opposite," he stopped watching the way Peter's gaze never left Josie and something clicked. "Peter is she your mate?" he asked beaming.

"Yeah," Pete chocked on the word.

"Congratulations man," Shawn smiled again. "It's a big step finding your mate, what's her name?" he spoke knowingly. He'd found his mate Ava two years earlier,and Raul a year ago with Mia. They were both always so happy, so settled and finally Peter could have that too.

"Thanks Shawn,Josie, how, how bad is she?" he asked, almost wishing Shawn wouldn't answer.

"Well, from what I've seen so far, not great if I'm being honest, she's lost a lot of blood and the gashes on her stomach and shoulder look like they're getting infected, and if I'm being truthful I don't like the fact that she's not conscious. But I need to have a closer look. Will you trust me?" he asked.

Peter sat for a minute taking in what his brother had said," Can I hold her hand?" he asked embarrassed, cheeks heating up.

Shawn looked at him knowingly," Of course mate, here, sit on this. It'll actually be good. Having contact with you will help to keep her calm," he agreed, pushing a rolling chair with his foot for Pete to sit on."Where'd you find her, what happened?" he asked as he went to a cupboard and pulled a thick blanket out. Normally the wolves didn't need them, but they were kept on hand for the youngsters as a comfort tactic."She's freezing, borderline hyperthermic," he added as he took her temperature gently, Peter watching his every move as he then carefully lay the blanket over her.

"By the south border, I didn't realise it was her at first, I thought someone had left a pile of clothes," Peter admitted feeling guilty,"but when I got closer I saw that it was her and then her scent hit me and I knew. She was pretty reluctant to trust me at first," he added,"Shawn, she said wolves did it."

Shawn shook his head, as he went about hooking her up to different monitors,getting an I.V. with antibiotics in, listening to her chest and checking her pupils with a penlight. "We've had a problem with rogues recently, I'm so sorry Peter, I'll get a party together to deal with them," he added as Peter expected. "Connor," he called out, and it was only then that Peter realised that he'd left the room.

"Yeah?"

"Get Raul up here, I need to talk to him about the rogue problem," he was angry, Shawn was passionately against rogues and what they stood for and everyone knew it.

"I'm going to have to try and wake her up buddy, I need to know what sort of head injury we're dealing with."

Peter nodded, watching as Shawn placed a hand on her sternum and rubbed. He couldn't help the growl that once again slipped his lips. "I'm sorry mate, I wouldn't be doing it unless I had to," he looked genuinely apologetic.

A small whine left Josie's lips, and Peter was on his feet in a matter of seconds looking down at his mate anxiously.

"Josie, can you hear me, if you can hear me, give Peter's hand a squeeze."

Peter nodded, feeling his heart swell with relief as he felt her do as asked.

She opened her eyes, slowly taking everything in, before a panic set in and she tried to sit up."Hey, hey, take it easy," Pete, comforted, gently stopping her from sitting up and hurting herself further.

"You're safe here,do you remember me, I'm Peter?" he asked. She looked up at him with wide frantic eyes before recognition crossed her face and she relaxed into his grip.

"This is Shawn, my brother, he's the one I was telling you about," he added when she looked over warily at Shawn. "He's going to fix you up okay."

"It's nice to meet you Josie," Shawn smiled kindly at the young woman."How are you feeling?"

"Tired, sore,can I have some water?" she asked, voice strained.

"Of course," Shawn grabbed a disposable cup and filled it with water from the tap,holding it out to her.

Shawn went about checking her over,happily reporting that she only had a minor concussion, before numbing her up and carefully sewing her wounds closed. The whole time she clung to Peter like her life depended on it, but he didn't mind. He was happy to be able to provide the comfort.

There was a knock at the door and Raul walked in, not waiting for a response, only stopping as Shawn had at the sight of Josie.

"Who,what?" he looked between the three of them confused.

"This is Josie, she's Peter's mate," Shawn put emphasis on the word. "She was attacked by rogues and I need you to go out and find them, deal with them, do what you have to," Shawn spoke, not saying what both Peter and Raul knew he meant. End them.

Raul nodded, turning for the door, "Congrats little bro, best thing that'll ever happen to you," he smiled before leaving the room.

"Congratulations?" Josie asked looking up at him. Peter sighed, he hadn't wanted to tell her like this, he'd wanted to wait but he also didn't want to lie to her. He looked at Shawn who nodded."Josie,when we were in the field, did you feel anything when I touched your hand, a tingling?" he prompted.

Her eyebrows knit together, before she spoke,"Y-yeah?"

He took her hand again, "You're my mate Josie," he spoke carefully, waiting with baited breath for her response.

She was quiet for a moment, before a soft smile graced her features. Peter thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"I am?" she asked, teary,surprising both the men.

"Please don't cry," Peter spoke quicky. "I promise you, I'll look after you with my life."

She shook her head,"It's not like that,my dad was a wolf, that's how I knew you were a wolf when we met in the clearing. I'm happy," she laughed, leaning into Peter's chest a little more.

Shawn beamed as he took in the cute sight before him,"You're okay for now, I'll leave you two alone," he spoke before excusing himself.

They sat in silence for a while, just happy to be in each other's company, still getting used to the feel of one another, the smell, the presence.

"Thank you," she whispered, eyes half open as she lay abck on Peter's chest.

"For what?" Peter murmured.

"For saving me."

"No Josie, thank you, you saved me," he countered, gently running his hands through her now only damp hair, causing her to shiver. "You are my life now."

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Stupid Git ~ Percy Weasley (Harry Potter)

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A/N: finally finished this shit that i have been working on since literally october last year and akdbsjfbsjnfnsbfbsbfbajdjjsbd my baby boi deserves so much more love and akdjsjfnnsnfnsnfndbfahsjsjdjsjjdjsbdjd percy is such a great character and whoever says otherwise can catch dez hands aksbjsjdjsjfnsjfnndnfndnfndnfnfn

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The [Hair color] haired man sighed as he looked at the paper in his hand then at the building standing tall in front of him. 'To think he'll go without even notifying me...' [Name] bitterly thought as he shoved the piece of paper in his pocket. Straightening his posture and awkwardly fixing the blue tie he was wearing, the [Hair color] haired man began to walk inside the building, having to seem to be disinterested on everything inside the building as he approached the front desk where a woman around here late twenties was talking to... what was that device again? [Name] swore he had heard it from somewhere. Ah, right, he remembered that the older Weasley's blabber this device on one of his visits that it was a telephone.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" The [Hair color] colored haired man had said as he drummed his fingers on the surface of the receptionist table. [Name] awkwardly coughed to gain the attention of the female who seemed to ignore him and her job. Coughing again but louder this time, [Name] spoke again. Trying to gain the female's attention and it seemed to work.

"Excuse me ma'am, but today would be lovely," the [Hair color] haired man had sarcastically said as he saw the female finally noticed him and looked up. Pausing midway on whatever she was talking to the telephone on her hand, looking rather flabbergasted.

"Good morning, lovely day isn't it?" [Name] had said, sarcasm evident in his tone yet it seemed the female didn't noticed it or did but didn't pay mind into it, it was probably the former though with the woman still frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. The [Hair color] haired man could only flash a bright false smile to the female to still give off a nice and perfect gentleman that he was, hiding his annoyance on her ignorance rather well. The [Hair color] haired man began again, not minding the awe struck expression the female was giving him.

"Terribly sorry for disturbing ma'am, but may I ask where Percy Weasley's room at?" [Name] had asked, not really sorry if he had to be honest but he needed to be nice to attain the information he needed. The [Hair color] haired man hummed when saw the female nodded her head and hastily said something to the phone about working and then stopping the call. Her face was a little bit flushed as she looked to the large black book and hastily trying to find the page of the occupant the [Hair color] haired man has asked.

The receptionist would occassionally send the [Hair color] haired man a look as he was looking around the interior. Now, the female receptionist was interested, no doubt on that. The man had a unique look with a nice [Hair color] hair that seemed to be combed back to appear neat. He had a lovely shade of [Skin color] skin with some imperfections here and there yet she didn't mind. His [Eye color] eyes were unique on its own but what the caught her attention though was how he dressed and acted. He was neat and perfect. Almost.

The pristine black suit he wore and blue tie. How the [Hair color] haired man seemed to express and aura of uninterest in where he was yet showed a very... attracting aura that just screams 'look at me' and 'adore me'. He was hypnotic in some way that you could not tear your gaze from him and it was why that the woman would spare him a glance from time to time. The [Hair color] haired man was like a magnet and he is attracting a lot of attention with how he looked so... hypnotic.

"Mr. Weasley's room is in room twenty-two, fifth floor, s-sir," the receptionist had said as the [Hair color] haired man nodded and sent her a smile. The female receptionist swooned at his smile and she did not even bothered to hide that she was checking the [Hair color] haired man out moments ago.

"Thank you ma'am," [Name] said as he quickly went to the stairs, not sparing a glance back and leaving behind the female on the receptionist table where he heard her quietly squealing and hastily slamming buttons on the telephone to contact whoever she was talking to awhile ago.

'Muggles...' The [Hair color] haired man musedly thought as he rolled his eyes. He saw the female was occasionally stealing glances at him. [Name] was not dumb, he was in fact, known to be very intelligent. And he knew the female receptionist saw him as attractive. [Name] wasn't shallow nor too arrogant woth his looks,he just knew because the half part of him had made people fall for his looks rather easily even withour doig anything. Hypnotizing them to be allured to him whether he liked it or not. After all, being part Veela would always do that to you.

[Name] walked the stairs, keeping mind the plate number plastered on the side of the wall to know which floor he was.

"Two... three... four-- bloody hell..." The [Hair color] haired man had muttered to himself as he kept in mind the floor he was going. After awhile of walking and looking at the numbered plates, he was finally in the fifth floor of the building. Walking calmly in the hallway. 'Twenty... twenty-one... twen-- ah, this is it!' [Name] happily thought as he stopped walking and looked at the door, making sure the bronze plate that was plastered on the brown wood had a "22" in lovely cursive writing carved on it.

"This is it, yes," the [Hair color] haired man had muttered as he fixed himself. Straightening the jacket he was wearing and trying to comb his [Hair color] hair back with his hands. Inhaling deeply then exhaling. "It's now or never... that git better have a good explanation for this."

An annoyed huff left Percy's lips as the ginger angrily tied his red tie, a loud "hold a minute!" leaving his lips as he hastily walked towards the door of his flat to answer whoever was knocking at his door like bloody murder. Annoyed, the ginger was as he gritted his teeth as he tried to keep his annoyance down before it blew up and ruin his perfect image. Percy hoped that the knocker would understand that he was currently busy and have the decency to wait for a minute as he was tying his tie. Unfortunately for Percy, the knocking still continued and it frustrated him to no end.

"Wait a minute, alright!" Percy shouted as he fumbled on tying his tie again and eventually gaved up when he couldn't handle the knocking anymore which was disturbing his concentration to tying his tie. The ginger angrily stomped towards his door and grabbed the doorknob and unlocking it. Opening the door, the ginger was ready to reprimand the person-- assuming his own mother for begging him to come back again since that woman was rather desperate to have him come back to his home after the fight with his father. But to his utter surprise, it wasn't the small plumpy woman he had known to be his mom.

There, standing in front of him in his very own eyes, with that stupid grin on that face of his and that dangerous twinkle of amusement on those [Eye color] eyes that the ginger all knew far too well.

There, standing in front of Percy was the [Hair color] haired man he had been thinking awhile ago. [Name] [Last name].

Percy stood frozen. He never expect to have [Name] find him, not especially how he was far away from the wizarding world, if Percy had to be honest. The ginger was about to send Hermes with the letter to explain he wasn't living with his family in the burrow anymore and where he can be located. But it seemed he didn't have to now.

"Hello there love," [Name] husky and alluring voice made Percy realize how he missed the other male. Very much. It was that voice that always managed to soothe him when they were still in Hogwarts together. It was... nice. The ginger remembered that it was the same voice that always made him calm down from any negative thoughts or feelings he had. The anger and annoyance that Percy felt awhile ago disappeared as he looked at [Name] in the eye, coming to a trance like state.

"You know I had a bit of trouble trying to find your stupid arse?"

And it also made the ginger realize how charmingly annoying the other male was. Snapping out of whatever he was thinking as Percy let out an annoyed huff. 'Curse that Veela blood of his.' Percy angrily thought of the [Hair color] haired man as he realized he fell into that hypnotic trance. Or maybe he just misses the other.

Shaking his head, Percy thought it was the former. It was definitely the work of the [Hair color] haired man's origins as half Veela to have the ginger be in a trance and not because he misses [Name] who still stood in front of him with that stupid grin of his still plastered on his lips. Glaring at the [Hair color] haired man, Percy slammed the door on [Name]'s face.

[Name] stood frozen for a moment as he had to process what just happened while there was a click from the other side of the door, indicating that Percy had locked it. 'Did... did he just... just slam the door onto my face...?' The [Hair color] haired man had thought. Flabbergasted at what the ginger had done. Clicking his tongue, [Name] looked around both sides of the hallways. Seeing that there no one was in sight, the [Hair color] haired man took out his wand from the inner pocket of his suit's jacket.

"Alohomora," [Name] had casted as he heard a 'click' to indicate he opened the door. The [Hair color] haired man then put his hand back to where he hid it.

"Rather rude to slam a door to a gentleman, now isn't?" [Name] had cheerily said, tone dripping with false happiness on what the other male had done as he opened the door on Percy's flat which made the ginger looked at him in surprise then anger when he opened the door to see him.

"I locked the door?!?" Percy has said. "Don't tell me you just used a spell to open it!" He continued. His tone rather strained as the ginger stresses out on the [Hair color] haired man getting caught using magic by muggles. The [Hair color] haired man rolled his eyes at the ginger's reaction.

"Oh, calm down you stupid git," [Name] had said. "I'm not an idiot to just cast a bloody spell with muggles watching all willy nilly."

"Do you really think I'm that dumb?" The [Hair color] haired man has asked as he grinned at the ginger who frowned at him.

Percy huffed at his words as the ginger fumed for being called an idiot by the other male. "But still!" Percy had said as he stomped towards the door and when he got there, he gotten hold to the doorknob and was about to slam the door on [Name]'s face once again when the latter forced the door fully open as he went inside without even asking for the ginger's consent to come in. That grin on his lips slowly leaving though as he stared at Percy in the eye.

"I was worried you know," [Name] had softly stated. Uncharacteristic of him as Percy knew [Name] to be a man of stubbornness (like him, not that Percy would ever say it out loud) and aswell as having an ego and tends to really hide what he truly feel... even if [Name] knew the person for years.

It was odd... the [Hair color] haired man's tone losing its teasing edge and was replaced with grim seriousness. Percy could only let out a sigh leaving his lips, his anger on [Name] using magic that can be easily seen by muggles seemed to dissipate as Percy was too busy to wonder about [Name]'s behavior.

The ginger knew what [Name] was probably being worried about. After all, [Name] was like an honorary Weasley at this point, as he used to visit a lot of times to the Burrow before he and Percy graduated from Hogwarts and going seperate ways for a bit from focusing on their careers. The [Hair color] haired man also had a very close relationship of the Weasley children and even more close relationship with the third oldest Weasley which was Percy.

"Really sorry about that [Name]," the ginger apologized. Percy's eyes softening as he saw [Name] let out a tired sigh. Being so close made the ginger saw that there was bags underneath the [Hair color] haired man's eyes and it made Percy realized that the [Hair color] haired man must have truly been worried about his well being. They are, after all, in a steady relationship. A bit odd really as two are a bit opposites to each other yet it seemed like what others says as 'opposite attracts' made the two seemed so close.

"I'm sorry..." Percy apologized again as he let go of the doorknob and instead wrapped his arms around the [Hair color] haired man's torso. Hugging [Name] tightly as the other frozed for a moment, a bit tense but gave in to hug Percy tightly. [Name] placed his face on the crook of Percy's neck as he savored hugging the ginger. It had been awhile for the two to see each other. With being busy with trying to gain spots in their careers to the disagreements that the Weaseley family with their third oldest son that lead to Percy leaving the Burrow and [Name] awfully knew well about it.

"Are you alright?" Percy flinched at the [Hair color] haired man's question. The two men were inside the ginger's flat. Sitting on the couch, side by side having tea that Percy had prepared not so long again. It was silent before [Name] decided to break it.

"I'm... I am well..." Percy hesitantly answered. If the ginger had to be honest, he wasn't. He wasn't alright at all. It had been already a month avout the fight with his father that lead to him leaving the Burrow. It had been a month of his mother coming again and again to cry and beg for him to come back to home. It had been a month when he last seen his bothers and little sister.

Percy may not have the best relationship with his siblings, especially both his younger twin brothers for not seeing each other eye to eye, nor spend time with Ron and Ginny for he was already focusing a lot of his time to study. But it doesn't mean that Percy didn't miss them. In fact, Percy does. So badly.

Percy misses both his older brothers, Bill and Charlie, who left the Burrow to find a job to help their family. He misses Fred and George's laughter whenever they did a prank or just having that witty banter despite him sometimes wanting to hex them for being so annoying. He misses Ron coming to him to play wizarding chess or just bond over quidditch despite him not agreeing on his younger brother's choice of team. Percy misses on taking care of their youngest sibling which was Ginny or just looking after her. He misses his mom's cooking that always made him feel at home despite not having much. And... and Percy misses his father despite his last interaction with the older wizard left a nasty taste in his mouth. Percy misses his family a lot.

But they were wrong.

The ministry was right. Why can't they see that? Why does his father not be so proud of him to be promoted? Why was he accused to be a spy for the ministry? Why? Why was he... why was he always the one who felt bad? Percy doesn't know why but he wished his family would understand that he can't just go to their side. They were wrong. And him being with the ministry side and getting promoted, he can send more money to help them. Can't they see that he was doing this to regain back their family name? Can't they see that he didn't want to see his family to suffer just because they were a Weasley? Can't they see that he was done on suffering to be poor and just want to help his family atleast afford some luxury from time to time and not get second hands or be in depth? Why can't they see?

Percy seemed to be lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice [Name] placed his cup of tea on the table and looked at him in worry. The [Hair color] haired man let out a sigh as he came close to the ginger beside him who tensed a bit but then relaxed when Percy realized it was only [Name].

"Percy," the [Hair color] haired man softly called out the ginger's name. Snaping out Percy from his thoughts to look at him. "Percy, tell me the truth," [Name] had said. His tone gentle as possible as he did not want to aggravate the ginger. His [Eye color] eyes soften as he looked at Percy in the eye. His hand taking Percy's and intertwining them both together.

"Are you really alright?"

"Why would you ask that?" Percy said. Dodging the question as he looked away from [Name]. "I told you, I'm fine," he said as he took his hand away from the [Hair color] haired man's hold, missing the hurt look [Name] sent to him.

"I'm fine by myself! I have been for a month now, so why ask?!?" Percy had snapped. The ginger turned to look at the [Hair color] haired man beside only to flinch on the look of sadness on the man's face. Percy didn't know why he was suddenly angry. He... he doesn't know. But he can't stop.

"Why do you now suddenly care anyways?!? I have been alone for a month now! I have been gone from the Burrow for a month-- a month [Name]! Yet you never visited until now!" Percy had shouted angrily. The ginger wanted to stop. He desperately wanted too but he cant. "You never sent letters for weeks! You left to do that job of yours and lost contact for qeeks-- for weeks!" Percy seethed as he stood up from the couch and looked at the [Hair color] haired man in anger.

"Percy, I--" [Name] tried to explain but was cut off by the ginger who glared at him. Not giving him time to even explain himself.

"No! Shut up! I know why your here!" The ginger said. "Your here to bring me back, aren't you?!?" He accused the [Hair color] haired man who looked baffled at his words. "Did they asked you too? You're forced to come here, aren't you?!? You don't care for me! Just say it!"

"Percy, no--" The [Hair color] haired man tried to explain himself again but once more, he was silenced.

"Shut up!" Percy shouted. "Just shut up! You're on their side! I don't need you! I don't need them! I am fine on my own! So, GO AWAY!!! YOU'RE JUST LIKE THEM AND I DON'T NEED ANYONE WHO ARE THINKSlING THAT THE MINISTRY IS WRONG BECAUSE YOUR THE ONE WHO IS! YOU-KNOW-WHO IS DEAD! HE'S GONE!!! DUMBLEDORE IS JUST AN OLD FOOL AND POTTER IS JUST A KID WHO HAS TOO MUCH IMAGINATION!!! SO GO AWAY!!! I DON'T NEED YOU!!!"

Percy panted from him shouting at [Name]. Looking at the [Hair color] haired man who kept quiet for awhile, Percy felt inside on him break. 'He's one of them... he sided with them...' Percy bitterly thought as he looked away and glared at the floor of his flat. His emotions shifting from sadness to betrayal and anger.

"Are you finally done?" [Name]'s voice was cold. It made Percy flinch as he snapped his head to look at [Name] who calmly was sitting in the couch, eyes narrowing at him. "Because if you are done with your tantrum, can I speak now?" Percy fumed at his words. Tantrum? Tantrum?!? [Name] was seriously pissing him off!

Percy was about to snap at the [Hair color] haired man when his hand was grabbed and he was pulled down to sit back down to the couch. A yelp left the ginger's lips as he turned to give [Name] and angry glare but frozed by the look the [Hair color] haired man was giving to him.

"I'm asking again, Percy," [Name] calmly said as his cold look soften at the ginger. "Are you really alright?"

Something inside Percy falter as he saw the worry in those [Eye color] eyes of [Name]'s. The anger, the sadness. The pain and loneliness he felt. The walls the ginger tried so desperately built to not show any weakness. To show he was strong and that he can do things by himself and not need his family. It finally broke down.

"I... I d-don't know..." Percy has said as he avoided the [Hair color] haired man's eyes. The ginger voice was so weak and tired, it made [Name]'s heart clench tightly to see the ginger he knew to be proud and arrogant at times but mean well, to be reduced into this state. All confused and weak.

"I just... w-why can't they see?!?" The tears finally fell down and a sob left Percy's lips. He just want his family to see he tries for them. He wanted them to see he was doing this for them. "I just... I wanted t-them to... t-to be proud..." Percy had cried as he looked at [Name] and it made the [Hair color] haired man's heart ache more.

[Name] never knew that Percy would feel like this. He may have been together with the ginger for a long, from friends to lovers, but it seemed like the fight that Percy had with his father truly affected him. [Name] knew that Percy always had a nasty habit of thinking lowley of himself. Comparing his own accomplishments to his two older brothers and thinking he could do much better. Wanting to prove that he can be praised and be unique and not be a copy of his two brothers. That's why he and Percy clicked together when they first met. It's because they were both two peas in a pod. They both have similar yet at the same time, different demons. It always haunts them and [Name] wished he noticed more.

The [Hair color] haired man wished he came earlier to help Percy, but instead he was gone for a month. He never knew the problem was after just two days ago. He was too busy in his job that he never got to send letters or spend time with Percy nor the Weasleys. And he regretted it.

[Name] pulled the ginger into a hug as he let go of Percy's hand. Rubbing the ginger's back in an effort to console him as Percy cried onto his chest, soaking his suit yet the [Hair color] haired man did not care, what matters now was Percy. And only Percy.

"It's okay... it's okay..." [Name] muttered to Percy's ear as he hugged the ginger tighter as he heard Percy's sobs. "Everything will be fine, Perce," he said.

"Don't leave... d-don't leave me too..." Percy cried, gripping the [Hair color] haired man's suit tightly. The ginger seemed to think that if he would let go, [Name] would leave him alone, like his family right now. And he didn't want that. Percy can not bare to see [Name] leave him. Not now or ever. Especially now that he lost contact with his family and is all alone.

"I won't..." The [Hair color] haired man has promised.

"I'll still be here..." [Name] had said. Tears seemed to threaten to fall down his eyes as he can not bare to hear the ginger in his arms be in so much pain. "I'll always be here, you stupid git."

[Name] looked at the man wrapped around his arms with a soft yet tired look. He finally consoled Percy and made the ginger to stop crying awhile ago. They still stayed hugging each other though as it brought comfort to both the two men and it was honestly nice. From the emotional outburst that Percy had to the tiredness [Name] felt from the weeks he was away with working. It brought solace to the two as they were in each other embrace.

"Percy?" The [Hair color] haired man called. The ginger let out a hum as he felt [Name] held him close. "I... I..." Percy rosed a brow at the hesitation the [Hair color] haired man was expressing. Lifting his head off from [Name] chest, Percy looked at the [Hair color] haired man who had his eyebrows furrowed and a very contemplating look plastered on his face.

"'I' what?" Percy asked, his voice rather course from his earlier outburst.

"I... I-- bloody hell?" [Name] cursed and it honestly made the ginger let out a snort. This was unbecoming of [Name]. Cursing? Stuttering and being all soft? Well, technically Percy had seen the [Hair color] haired man to be soft and caring a lot of times but it was usually when he needed too or to younger children. But still, it was odd that [Name] seemed to be acting strange.

"Did you finally became as dumb as a troll?" Percy asked, there was a slight teasing in his tone which made the [Hair color] haired man holding him narrowed his [Eye color] eyes to wards his direction. Clearly not appreciating the insult, not that Percy would ever care really. Percy knew that [Name] knew he was just joking around anyways.

Grunting in annoyance, the [Hair color] haired man rolled his eyes at the ginger's comment.[Name] then leaned down as he placed his lips onto Percy's. "Shut up for a second will you?" He muttered onto the kiss as the ginger's face flushed but nevertheless gave in. Closing his eyes as he did as he leaned pressed himself closer to [Name]'s form.

It started off as a soft and sweet little kiss. Yet as the seconds passed, the kiss involved into something more passionate as [Name] the ginger so close towards him. Percy gripping the [Hair color] haired man's suit tightly as he felt one of [Name]'s hands trail on his back. The sensation of [Name]'s fingers trancing his spine and the protective and close hold the [Hair color] haired man was giving, it made Percy felt safe and content. The fight he had with his family and the stress of working with the ministry seemed to disappear just for that moment.

After awhile, the two parted as soft pants leaving their lips. Percy still had that shade of flush on his cheek aswell as [Name] who look both flustered and breathless. The [Hair color] haired man looked away from the ginger's curious eyes that looked at him.

"W... what was that about?" The ginger asked. He didn't mind the kiss, he misses the [Hair color] haired man a lot but he was confused and curious. Percy wanted to know why [Name] just straight up started acting weird then kiss him immediately.

"I... fuck-- I love you, you stupid git..." [Name] had finally said out. Percy raised a brow. Was that all? Was the [Hair color] haired man hesitant just to say to him that he loves him? The ginger didn't know what to feel. Why was [Name] so hesitant to say 'i love you' to him? It wasn't the first time they said those words. It wasn't uncommon to say those words, so why was [Name] so hesitant? Percy didn't know.

Percy was snapped out fo his thoughts when [Name] place his face on the crook of the ginger's neck. The next sentence that left the [Hair color] haired man's lips made Percy realized why. "And I want to spend my life with you..."

The ginger on [Name]'s arms frozed for a second at his words. Was [Name]... was he proposing to him...? Was... was the [Hair color] haired man serious...?

"P-pardon?" Percy managed to stutter out. The ginger had so many emotions mixing inside of him. Happiness, love, worry, and so much more.

"What I'm saying is... when everything settles down a bit, I want to marry you, you stupid git," [Name] muttered as he lifted his head away from Percy's neck and turned to look at Percy in the eye. His eyes filled with soft and warmth that made Percy smile.

"You're the stupid git, stupid git," Percy had said as he rolled his eyes. His smile widen when he saw [Name] grin at him and then leaned down to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Yeah, sure I am," [Name] said. A loving smile on his lips as he leaned down again and pressed a kiss on the ginger, on the lips this time.

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