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pairing *:·ﾟjoel miller x female!reader wc *:·ﾟ4.1k an *:·ﾟthis is quite literally two times as long as the first part... oops? lmao i really enjoyed writing this so i hope that everyone enjoys reading it! i have two more parts planned after this, maybe some little drabbles in between or something too? but the series WILL get smuttier as it progresses so i promise you that :) this isn't edited much so if you catch something i didn't... please help ya girl out. hope you enjoy! comments and reblogs are hella welcome

synopsis *:·ﾟthe night has finally arrived: joel and ellie are visiting for dinner. afterwards, you learn more about just who joel miller really is.

to say you were nervous about having joel and ellie over was a complete and total understatement.

sure, you've had ellie over at your house before. she practically visits almost every day, sometimes staying for ten minutes, sometimes a few hours. it wasn't really her you were worried about, though, if you were being truthful. it was joel coming over that made you anxious. your fears were confirmed when you talked to him last night: you had a small, itsy-bitsy crush on the older man.

it's not that there was anything wrong with that, either. but you were a child when the outbreak happened, and then you lived most of your life secluded from others. you simply haven't ever had the chance to crush on someone. not that there was ever really anyone worthy of crushing on until now, but that's beside the point. maybe this wasn't even a crush. maybe you just...liked joel? like as a friend?

no. it was a positively, absolutely a crush.

it was this revelation that had you cleaning your house for most of the day. it wasn't even dirty to begin with. you simply just couldn't sit around, waiting for the moment that ellie and joel appeared on your doorstep. so, you dusted as much as you could, swept up the main areas of your house, and straightened up the small collection of clutter that you had accumulated within the months of being there.

as the afternoon started to dip into the early evening, you began to prepare the food. you weren't the best cook, truthfully, so you decided to stick with what you did know. which is why you were going to be serving breakfast for dinner. you felt a little silly, but you figured this was better than serving burnt meat or something. besides, ellie had mentioned to you the other day that she had never tried pancakes before, and you had just so happened to trade a few of your blankets for a batch of mix that one of your neighbors had made.

you had just finished plating the last of the bacon you had cooked when you heard heavy footsteps on your porch, accompanied by a sharp, quick knock on the door. wiping your hands on your dishrag, you took a deep breath before making your way to the front entry way. despite your nerves, the smile on your face was genuine, as was the cheer in your voice as you greeted your two guests with a "hi!"

ellie grinned up at you, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and wearing an oversized flannel that you wondered if it belonged to joel. she gave you a small hug before tilting her head back, sniffing the air. "oh man, it smells amazing in here. what is that?" she asked, leaving the entry way, and rushing into the kitchen without a response. you laughed after her before turning to face joel.

he stood right in front of you, almost awkwardly. he was holding a giant sack in one hand, and your head tilted in question. "oh, uh," he cleared his throat, motioning to the sack. "ellie mentioned you had a fireplace but hated gathering the wood, so i uh, i brought you some. as a thank you."

"that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, joel. thank you!" did his cheeks flush? certainly not. right? "you can leave it on the porch if you want. i can carry it in later." he nodded in agreement, setting the bag on the ground as you stepped to the side to let him in.

“i hope you’re alright with breakfast for dinner,” you started, shutting the door behind joel, and leading him to your kitchen. “i found some pancake mix and wanted to surprise ellie.” your back was to him, but you could hear the stutter in his footsteps. turning back around, you saw him standing still, his eyes cinched at the corners. “is that okay, joel?”

hearing his name must have snapped him out of his trance, as his dark eyes blinked, and his head shook slightly. “yeah, ‘s fine.” his voice was rough, like he forced the words out of his throat. his hand clenched into a fist, the broken face of his watch catching a ray of light. then his hand relaxed, and he started to close the gap between the two of you.

“are you sure? because i can try to whip something else up if you- “

“said it was fine, hon. i mean it.” his hand brushed against yours briefly as he passed, making his way into the kitchen with ellie. one step forward, two steps back, you thought sadly as you took a breath before walking into the kitchen.

"are these what i think they are?" the excitement in ellie's voice was notable, which put a smile on your face. ellie was curiously lifting the edge of one pancake on the platter until joel walked to her side, smacking her hand softly to make her let go, murmuring something about having manners that you could just barely hear.

you handed ellie the platter and then turned her around, guiding her to your small dining table by her shoulders. "they are indeed, ellie bellie. i don't have any syrup, though, which is technically what you're supposed to put on top of them. i do have a few different types of jelly we could use, which is still just as good."

ellie set the platter of food on the table, and the two of you went back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room, carrying plates of scrambled eggs, sausage patties and bacon, some toast, and a small collection of fruit that had started to grow again with the changing season.

joel watched the two of you as he leaned against the counter, seemingly taking in the domesticity of it all. you bumped your hip against his on your way back in, motioning for him to follow you to the fridge. "here, old man. think you can carry these jars to the table, or do you need some help?" you teased, handing him a few different jars of jelly.

he shook his head at you. "i see the kid's shitty sense of humor is rubbin' off on ya," he said, but he let you fill his hands with the goods.

"hey! i heard that, jerk." ellie shouted from the dining room, causing the two of you to chuckle. you grabbed the pitcher of orange juice you had made earlier, as well as one full of water, and carried those to the table behind joel.

you both organized your goods on the table before taking a seat at the table. you and joel were facing each other, and ellie was off to the side. she was already holding her utensils in both hands, bouncing them off the table as she eagerly took in the spread of food. "can we?" she asked, not even taking her eyes off the pancake stack.

"go for it, kid," you laughed, pouring out the drinks for everyone. joel watched ellie load her plate with a little of everything, and then he waited for you to do the same before he took his turn. you noticed he steered clear from the pancakes, which upset you, but you tried not to let it show. honestly you were just thankful that they had come over. small victories, you guess.

ellie slathered up her pancakes with a little of each of the jelly spreads you had, and then practically shoved a whole pancake in her mouth. "oh my god," the words were muffled by the food. joel chewed on a piece of bacon, his eyes narrowing at the girl as she continued to boast about how good the food was, with her mouth full.

"jesus, ellie. what have we talked about? have some manners, please." he asked, his voice a little stern as he handed ellie part of his napkin. you watched the interaction with a small grin on your face. they may not have been biologically related, but joel was every bit a father towards the girl and seeing his care for her in person made your stomach flutter.

"sorry 'bout that," joel muttered your way, motioning to ellie with his fork. "we're workin' on it." ellie gave you a sheepish look before continuing to eat like she hadn't in days. which you knew was far from the truth, considering you had had her over for lunch just the other day.

"it's okay. i remember how i was when i first came into the community, too. i'm glad she's enjoying it." you caught the questioning look in joel's eyes, as if he was curious to hear more. it definitely wasn't something you wanted to discuss in front of ellie, though. you knew she had been through a lot, probably more than you had if you were being honest, but you imagined that she was tired of hearing about all the bad in the world. you wanted to help show her, and joel, the good. because lord, did they look like they needed it.

the conversation flowed easily after that. joel and ellie told you all about life in a qz, which was something you had managed to escape, as you and your family hid away in a secret bunker for the beginning of the outbreak. ellie told you about the school there and how much she hated it, how she would sneak out with a friend of hers sometimes and explore. this seemed to be news to joel, as he stared at her intently while she confessed these secrets.

you learned how ellie loved to draw, and when you asked her if she would draw some art for your living room she practically shot out of her seat in excitement. you learned how joel used to play the guitar and how he wanted to be a singer before the outbreak, something ellie lovingly poked fun at. you could see it, though. he definitely had the voice for singing, a rich, thick, deep sound that you imagine could've sold millions.

you practically begged him to teach you how to play the guitar, but he made no promises. ellie let it slip about the time that she found your hidden romance novels in a box in a closet, which had caused you to choke on your orange juice. she quickly steered the conversation to her comic books, though, and you blessed the kid’s short attention span.

when the food had been demolished (mostly by ellie) you all gathered up the dirty dishes and lugged them back into the kitchen. as you gathered the cups from the table and walked into the kitchen, you saw joel standing at your sink, already washing off the plates. "oh, joel, you don't have to do that. i can do them later," you offered, balancing your cups on the counter near the sink.

"'s not a problem, really. you cooked, i can clean." his voice was final, as was the firm glance he gave your way as you tried to sneak the sponge away from him. you held your hands up in surrender, laughing quietly as you made your way to the living room where ellie was. she was spread out across the couch, hands rested on her stomach with her eyes closed.

her chest was rising and falling steadily, and so you poked her foot slightly, waiting a couple moments before doing it again. she didn't even flinch, so you quietly walked back into your kitchen, where joel was drying his hands off with a rag. "well, i'm like seventy percent sure the kid is asleep."

"only seventy?" he asked, giving you a quirked eyebrow. you watched him fold up your dishrag and put it on the counter, and for some reason you were so enthralled with the gentleness of how he did it. how could anyone in this town be afraid of this man, how could they cross the street to the other sidewalk when he was passing by, when he was in your kitchen, washing your dishes and folding your rags?

you cleared your throat. "yeah, only seventy. there's a slight chance she's faking it and trying to scare me, but the joke's on her. i'm not going to check on her again." you held your head up high, proud that you could have potentially caught on to one of ellie's pranks (though you would later realize she was, indeed, asleep, and in some turnabout way ellie still won because now she had you paranoid.)

joel's lips curved, and you heard him mumble "oh, ellie," quite fondly. you both leaned back against your respective counters, and you were scrambling for something to say when joel beat you to it. "do you uh..." he coughed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "would you wanna go sit on the porch, maybe? give the kid some space?"

you had to stop yourself from squealing. here you were trying to think of ways to get joel to stay and he volunteered the perfect option himself. you found yourself shaking your head enthusiastically. "yeah! i can make us some drinks if you want?" he nodded in agreement, thanking you quietly before sneaking out to the porch.

you gave yourself a moment to freak out before getting joel a glass of whiskey and yourself a glass of water. you snagged a blanket off of a chair and quietly shut the door behind you. joel was getting comfortable on the loveseat bench you had near the door, and you handed off his glass before settling down yourself, pulling the blanket around your legs.

it was that time of year in wyoming where the mornings and evenings were still chilly from winter and more than not, you'd still need to bundle up, but the sun was blazing for the majority of the day. outside the sun was beginning to set, the sky a kaleidoscope of pink and orange and blue hues. the crickets were chirping again, and in the distance you could hear the soft tunes of music coming from the tipsy bison.

joel turned towards you, motioning his glass of whiskey to you, offering you the first sip. you were never one to drink - you never got accustomed to the strong taste - but you didn’t want to turn joel down, so you accepted it with a grin, your fingers brushing against his softly. your face was already warm when you brought the cup to your mouth, taking a small sip that resulted in you coughing.

“not a fan?” joel asked, a small smile on his face as he took the glass back from you. amusement sparkled in his brown eyes, and even if it was from your hiccup, you were happy that he was finally warming up to you.

“not at all. my parents were big drinkers growin’ up so i kinda tried to avoid all of it. it’s not a very welcoming taste,” you laughed at yourself, wiping the edge of your mouth with the blanket. joel was still grinning at you, and he motioned the glass towards you again.

“tastes better the second time,” he said casually, that sparkle still in his eyes. you narrowed your own eyes at him, a hint of a smile on your lips. “are you lying to me, joel miller?”

“maybe, maybe not. one way to find out.” he shrugged his shoulders, angling the glass towards you even more.

and you knew he was lying. you knew it and he knew it, but you wanted to see if it would make him smile again, maybe even laugh. so, you grabbed the cup, took in a deep breath, and took another sip. you wish you could say that you drank it with dignity, maybe just a small cough, but unfortunately that was not the case. the taste was so repulsive in your throat that it made you gag slightly, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, and god you were so embarrassed but -

a deep chuckle sounded from the man next to you, the corners of his eyes creasing as his mouth spread into a grin. he placed his hand against his chest as he laughed, probably thinking you were a bit too much of an idiot to fall for his teasing. but to you? it was worth it. you wanted to be the cause of that sound forever.

“that was mean, miller.” you laughed, taking a sip of the water that you had brought out with you.

“i know, i’m sorry hun. couldn’t help myself,” his voice was teasing, his eyes shining in the pink and orange glow slowly fading from the skyline. you pulled your blanket around you tighter, trying to fight back the blush that always seemed to encompass your cheeks when you were around joel. “so… romance books, huh?”

“oh, shush. they’re a guilty pleasure of mine, okay?” you confessed, your eyes rolling as you laughed. you had thought he might have missed ellie's comment about them earlier, but apparently not. maybe it was the whiskey you sipped earlier, or maybe it was simply joel’s comforting presence, but you continued. “it’s kind of silly, but i’ve never been in love before. and i’ve always wondered what it would be like. to just… have someone by your side, fighting for you. those books are as close as i can get.”

you watched his grin fade slowly and a distant look passed through his dark eyes. “‘m sure the books exaggerate the feeling quite a bit, though.” his voice was rough, and he rubbed his hand across his jaw almost absentmindedly. his gaze was on the bench of the seat between the two of you, where your toes were peeking out from underneath the blanket.

“well, duh. they are fictional, joel.” you poked his arm that had moved to rest on the back of the bench, subsequently resting behind your shoulders. “but i think the authors had to pull from some real-life emotions, though, right?”

“touché,” his shoulder shrugged as he responded, his mouth tilting up at the side. he let his hand fall from his jaw, his arm spreading across his legs as his hand reached to play with the tassels on the edge of your blanket. your heart raced.

“have you ever been in love?” your voice was quiet, curious. your fingers traced the edge of your cup, and joel's eyes zeroed in on the movement. you had learned an awful lot about ellie tonight, as you had been for the last few weeks that you've known her. but you were wanting to learn more about the man sitting next to you.

he was quiet, contemplative, even. for a second you worried you pressed too far, that he wasn't even going to respond to you. you were trying to figure out a way to backpedal when he cleared his throat. “thought i was, a long time ago. it wasn’t that kind of frilly romance stuff you read about, though. it was... real. and it didn't last.” you nodded your head, taking in his information silently.

god, did you want to press on more. this man was like a vault, only offering you pieces of himself when he felt it necessary. you wanted to hoard those pieces away for yourself until you collected enough to fully know who joel miller was. you felt like this may have been a topic he wasn't fully ready to dive into yet, so you turned it back to yourself. “sometimes i worry i’ll never be able to experience it. especially with the way the world is right now.”

he took a healthy sip from his glass, and you noticed he had placed his lips where yours had been. that made you shiver, and you tucked yourself tighter with the blanket. “well, i feel like if anyone deserves to, it should be you.” he avoided your gaze with his confession, focusing on the retreating sun and the sky as it grew into a darker hue.

you were quiet for a second, your eyes squinting slightly as you inspected joel. his dark hair was tousled perfectly, and you could see hints of grey streaking through the strands. the same went for his beard, which he had kept close to his skin. his tan skin complemented the olive-green jacket he had put on, though you knew he wore it for the function rather than the aesthetic. he had freckles on the base of his hairline, near his ear. you wonder if he knew that.

“do you think you deserve a second chance to?” your words cut through the silence, causing joel to put that dark gaze on you rather than the sky.

“don’t know what i think i deserve. i’m not the knight in shinin' armor hero that you read about, that’s for sure.” his voice was harsh, and he shook his head slightly before downing the rest of his drink, turning his eyes back to the sunset. you felt your heart break at his words.

“joel," you started softly, placing your hand on top of his arm that was resting behind you. you tilted your head to the side slightly to catch his eye. "i don’t know what you’ve experienced or what you’ve done, but the right person wouldn’t let that come between you. you did what you thought was necessary to survive, and honestly? i can’t blame you. you still deserve good things.”

you saw his grip tighten around his empty glass, but his gaze stayed focused on yours. god, did you hope that he understood what you were saying. that it somehow broke through the walls he surely had built around his heart. you could see his head nodding minutely, like his body was able to accept your words even if his head didn't.

the screen door opened just then, tearing the attention away to ellie as she slowly tripped her way onto the porch. she was rubbing her eyes with one of her hands, and while still yawning, she asked, "can we go home, joel?"

joel shot you an amused look, and you stifled a laugh as he stood up, rubbing his hands together slightly as the air took a sharp chill. "sure thing, kiddo." you stood up too, walking over to ellie and giving her a quick hug. she thanked you for the dinner and lazily made her way down the porch steps, still rubbing her eyes.

you turned to joel, who was watching his girl on the sidewalk. "thank you for coming over." you nudged a rock on the porch with your foot, wrapping your arms around your middle as you looked up to him.

"thank you for invitin' us over. we really appreciate it."

"of course. we could make this a weekly thing, ya know. if you wanted to, that is." you were dangerously close to rambling status, wanting to give joel reasons why he should say yes, so you shut your mouth, leaving it open to him. he glanced down at you, the height difference between the two of you leaving you just at his shoulders. you liked that, for some reason.

he waited a moment before responding. "i think we could make it work, yeah." you could see the hint of a smile crossing his lips, and you couldn't help but smile back at him, taking a step closer to wrap your arms around his side.

he froze, and you almost pulled away with an apology on your lips before you felt him shift, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. and then, you froze under him as you felt his lips brush against your forehead. the movement was so faint you thought you imagined it, but when he whispered, "good night, hon," you could feel his breath against your skin.

and so, you whispered back, "good night, joel," and pulled away, waving your fingers slightly as he went down the steps. he caught up to ellie in no time, and you grinned as you watched him put his arm around ellie's shoulders, steering her in the right direction.

later you would replay the nights events in your mind on a loop. you'd come up with different things you should have done or should have said. you'd wonder about joel's response to the pancakes, and whether he would ever tell you the truth behind his flinch. you hoped he would believe that he did deserve that second chance, and you prayed that he would take it with you.

but for right now, as the crickets chirped louder than before, as the streetlights started to flicker on one by one, and as the stars began littering the sky with their glow, you were happily content with the way things went tonight. and you knew, for certain, that you were in deep with joel miller.

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thebestofallworlds · 5 years

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No Place You’d Rather Be

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Reader

Summary: Charlie invites reader over for Christmas in their last (seventh) year at Hogwarts to meet his crazy and wild family.

“Are you ready sweet?” you look up, dropping your trunk in surprise as you reached the last step into the Gryffindor common room. Before you was your boyfriend Charlie and his younger brothers, Percy and twins Fred and George. You were joining them for Christmas, meaning that this was your first time meeting his parents and his other younger siblings. You had met Bill before he had graduated and now it was almost yours and Charlie’s turn.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You wanted so badly to impress them but no matter how much Charlie reassured you, it was no help. You had managed to gather a few little bits and bops for his families gifts because you felt bad for arriving without anything. Charlie told you not to bother, but you never did really listen to him.

With a nod of your head, you picked up your trunk once again and the 5 of you slowly make your way down to the station and get onto the Hogwarts Express. The train ride seemed to go by really quickly, maybe because you were reading and then fell asleep against Charlie’s chest. Heaving your trunks off the trains, you and the Weasley clan quickly walk towards the magic portal to get to the other side, where you would arrive onto Kings Cross Station.

You were the last one off Platform 9 3/4 and was greeted by a lovely sight of all 4 boys gathered around an older man, who you would assume was Mr Weasley. Coming through the portal Charlie looked up and smiled reaching over to grab your hand and drag you over to the older man. He looked at you with curiosity in his eyes and his smile beaming at you. He knew who you were, you assumed that Charlie had talked about you in his letters home, plus you were the only girl with the Weasley clan so it wouldn’t be too difficult to figure out.

“You must be Y/N, we’ve heard so much about you dear. I’m Arthur, such a pleasure to meet you,” He beamed shoving his hand out to shake yours. You nervously took his hand to shake only to have your whole body vibrating by the enthusiasm of the hand shake. It made you giggle, and looking around, it seemed to make the other boys chuckle as well.

After the introduction Mr Weasley led you all out of the station towards two cars, one of which had the eldest Weasley brother standing in front of it with his arms crossed over his chest, an amused look on his face. Upon seeing him the twins sprinted towards their older brother, almost knocking him off balance in a hug. You just chuckled as you made your way over towards his car with Charlie’s hand on your lower back, guiding you both towards him.

Shoving your things in the trunk, Bill followed Mr Weasley driving your way to what you had heard from the boys was called “The Burrow” or home. You were excited but also you could feel the nervousness in the pit of your stomach. If Charlie wasn’t holding your hand you don’t know what you might have done.

Upon your arrival you just stared at this building that was appearing on the horizon. It was amazing how the building was standing upright. But it was and you were in no position to question the magic that was making this possible. You squeezed Charlie’s hand and he just looked down at yo with a warming smile, almost saying, you’ll be fine, they’ll love you.

Jumping out of the car, you witnessed three other red heads, an older lady with two young children, running towards Percy and the twins, almost squeezing the life out of them. Next Bill went up to his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Charlie tugged your arm and you slowly walked up to the woman, hiding shyly behind Charlie. However, he was ripped from your grip as he too was pulled into a bone crushing hug. Opening her eyes whilst hugging him she locked her brown eyes with your E/C eyes and she gasped.

Almost tossing Charlie to the side she rushed over to you and you too were pulled into a bone crushing hug. Looking over at Charlie he was silently laughing and had that look on his face, almost saying I told you so. She pulled back and grabbed your arms that were by your side, giving you a good look over.

“Merlin, are they not feeding you out there at Hogwarts. Not to worry, you’ll have plenty to eat here dear. I’m Molly Weasley, and I’m so happy to be finally meeting you. You’re all Charlie talks about in his letters.”

“Mum!!” You giggle as you look over at your red boyfriend and he looked at his mother wide-eyed, almost as though she just told you one of his deepest, darkest secret. She just rolled her eyes and was about to say something when you all heard a loud bang coming from inside the house. At that sound the smaller lady began to hurry back inside, yelling at her children, trying to figure out which one of her monsters had caused the noise.

You just grabbed Charlie’s hand and walked up into the front door of the Burrow. You had only just stepped inside when your boyfriend was once again ripped from your grasp and looking over towards him you saw a smaller red headed girl attached to his neck.

“Oh Charlie, I missed you so much. Ron is no where near as fun as you. Promise you won’t leave me ever again,” the young girl said, pulling back to look her brother in the face, as she looked around she locked eyes with you and immediately tucked her face into Charlie’s neck. He just chuckled and started to whisper to her as she peeked up from his neck. You gave her a small smile and a little wave and she seemed to smile but still put her face into his neck. Charlie just shook his head and put her down, urging her to go over to you.

She shyly walked over to you and upon reaching you, you crouched down to her height and gave her another small smile, tucking a strand of her hair that had fallen in front of her face. She looked back up at Charlie who just nodded and then looked back at you with nervousness but also curiosity in her eyes.

“Hi sweetie, I’m Y/N. You must be Ginevra. Charlie has told me all about you, but you are much more pretty in person.” Upon hearing her real name you saw her cringe but warm up to you pretty quickly. She quickly wrapped her arms around you in a hug and whispered in your ear.

“My name isn’t Ginevra, it’s Ginny.” Pulling back you just nodded your head and winked at her, silently telling her that you understood. With that she ran away with a squeal, going to find her other brothers. Next thing you know there was one more Weasley who you hadn’t of met yet in front of you, face so red you were worried he was maybe a bit sun burnt. However, you knew he was Ron, you had met all the other Weasleys.

He just gave you a small wave before running away as Fred ran in the room chasing the poor kid.

The next few days were absolute chaos. You tried to help Mrs Weasley as much as you could in the kitchen, but no matter what you did she would just shoo you out of the room. You watched the boys play Quidditch in their back yard as you sat with Ginny, watching and laughing.

You and the rest of the Weasley clan had quickly realised that little Ron had a bit of a crush on you. The twins continued to tease him and embarrass him. Once in a while you would bend down and give him a small kiss on the cheek, only for him to run out of the room and Charlie begin to laugh. Those times you would retort back to him Careful Charles Weasley, or I’ll be leaving you for your brother. Which would be met with a room full of laughter. You had helped Percy with some extra school work he was doing to ensure that he would become a Prefect, Percy, you are a shoe in to becoming Gryffindor’s prefect next year. Keep it up and you might even become Head Boy like Bill. He would just smile and tell you not to flatter him. You knew the poor boy liked to be left alone in a house full of chaos but it seemed as though you were the only one he would confide in.

You were woken up on Christmas morning to the feeling of Charlie’s lips on yours. With a tired smile you slowly blinked open your eyes to come face to face with your loving boyfriend.

“Good morning sleeping beauty. You’ve got to get up, Mum’s cooking breakfast and then straight after we’re opening presents” You just smiled and got out of bed only to shiver as you remembered you fell asleep in your short pyjama shorts last night. Charlie just chuckled, shaking his head, and tossed you a knitted jumper with the letter C on it. You gratefully took it and then walked down the stairs hand in hand to be met with the amazing smell of Molly Weasley’s cooking.

Reaching the bottom step you witnessed the whole family reaching to the all of the food in the middle of the table, trying to grab a helping before it was all gone. Charlie quickly dragged you to a seat, knowing that in his family if you don’t get in quick you won’t be getting any. Feasting on breakfast, you were stuffed. Molly just kept trying to feed you food but you physically couldn’t stomach another bite of her magnificent cooking.

Once the table was cleared you all made your way into the living room where the fire was roaring and presents were scattered around the tree. Molly began handing presents out to her children and as they unwrapped them you saw each of them had received a knitted sweater with their first initial on it. It was so lovely to see such a heartwarming homemade gift given out to the family. She was then standing in front of you with a gift in her hand. You were just shocked as you weren’t expecting anything.

“Mrs Weasley, you really didn’t have to get me anything. You allowing me to stay here with your family for the holidays is a gift enough,” You say looking at her. You felt a hand land on your thigh and you looked to your left to see Charlie smiling sweetly at you, silently telling you to take the gift.

“Don’t be silly dear, you’re part of the family now. And how many times have a I told you to call me Molly,” She chuckled to herself, walking back over to the tree only to see all of the gifts you had put under the tree for the family. You heard her gasp and you could feel her eyes playfully glaring at you but you were too busy opening you present. Tearing open the wrapping paper you saw a glint of F/C fabric and you smiled. Charlie must have really told her everything about you. Opening the present fully you picked up the personalised homemade sweater with your initial on it.

Charlie leaned over to kiss you on the cheek sweetly and whispered in your ear “You really are a part of the family now love,” and with that you looked at him and gave him a loving kiss on the lips, may lasting a little too long with young children in the room, but just long enough to convey your love for him. Pulling away you watched as Molly began to hand out the presents you had gotten for the Weasley clan.

twins, products from Zonkos joke store,

Ron, a Chudley Cannons jersey,

Percy, some books to help him with his studies,

Bill, a scarf and matching gloves,

Ginny, a charmed colouring book where the characters colouring in moved,

Arthur, a muggle invention of a telephone,

Molly, more cooking and cleaning utensils that Charlie had mentioned she needed.

Lastly your boyfriend Charlie was opening his gift. You were most nervous for him to open his present because you had put a lot of work into it. Once he ripped the paper open he gasped. Inside was a little charmed dragon, something that he would have with him wherever he went. As he examined it you looked around the room. Everyone was so happy with the gifts that they had received, the twins were already in hushed whispers, Bill was helping Ginny with colour, Percy already had his head in his books and Ron had thrown on his jersey and you knew he wouldn’t be taking that off for a very long time.

Looking over a the oldest Weasley pair, they were looking contently around the room at all of their children, well Molly was, Arthur was looking intently at his new muggle invention. Taking your attention back to Charlie you were surprised when you were attacked with kisses from your boyfriend. You just laughed loudly at the shock of being tackled on the lounge that you were sitting on.

“Thank you so so much love. I love it, and most importantly, I love you Y/N” Charlie lovingly uttered after calming down. He looked up and out of curiosity you also looked up only to be met with Mistletoe above you too. Looking back at him he softly put his hands to your cheeks and brought his lips to yours, giving you a loving kiss making your heart soar.

Everyone had gone to bed but you were just sitting in front of the fire, new sweater on and a cup of hot chocolate warming your hands. You heard footsteps behind you and cautiously turning around, worried you were going to be subject to a twin prank, you saw your loving boyfriend trying to quietly approach you. You smiled tiredly and turned your attention back to the fire in front of you.

He sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, you leaning into his warmth, enjoying his company. You both sat in comforting silence just staring at thee fire before he coughs to grab your attention. You look at him expectantly waiting for him to begin talking.

“I’m so glad you agreed to come and join me and my crazy family for Christmas. But I did forget to give you your Christmas gift this morning, mainly because I had left it in my trunk, but here you go,” and he places a small box into your hands. Opening it up you see that its a small jewellery box. Opening the box a small gasp leaves your lips. Inside the box was a beautiful silver necklace with your birthstone as it’s pendant. It was absolutely stunning, taking your breath away.

“Its gorgeous Charlie, thank you so much. I love it,” and you pull it out of its box putting the necklace around your neck carefully. Feeling the cold pendant rest against your chest you smile and look up at Charlie only to see him looking down at you lovingly.

“It’s sort of a promise. It’s a promise that no matter what we go through, I will always be by your side. It’s also a promise that one day I will officially make you a part of the family. You are the one and the only one I see in my life. I can’t wait to start my future with you after we graduate from Hogwarts. And lastly it’s a promise that I will love you forever and always,” by this point you had tears in your eyes that you were really struggling to hold in. You just grab his face and bring him closer to your face. Lips inches away from each other you whisper oh so quietly that your surprised he even heard you,

“I love you so much Charles Weasley. You better keep that promise because I don’t plan on going anywhere if you aren’t with me to enjoy the adventure,” with that you close the gap between your lips and seal that promise with a heated kiss. Pulling away you snuggled close into his chest as he rested his face into your hair. Listening to his steady heart beat and watching the fire burn you sighed happily and thought,

there was no place you would rather be

#harry potter #harry potter fandom #the weasleys #weasleys #charlie weasley #charlie weasley imagine #charlie weasley one shot #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley x you

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missvalerietanner · 6 years

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The Unseen Soldier | Part 32 | Father Knows Best

Subject: Hades & Persephone (aka Aiden & Sophie)

Genre: Southern Gothic retelling

Words: 2,735

Summary: Sophie stumbles into the pit of a beast.

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She felt Aiden’s hand slip from her fingers; she screamed his name and heard him shout hers in return, and then she was falling. This wasn’t like before when they plunged into the shadows licking at the fractured ice at the entrance to the Hollow. This time, she didn’t drift down gently, unable to disconcern that she was falling. No, this time, she was all too aware of the pull of gravity dragging her toward a hard surface and the inevitable collision of bone and skin striking against the cold stone of some deep chamber she already knew she’d rather not see.

The ground arrived fast, and her body slammed into it hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs. Her bones rattled as they bounced off one another, and she rolled onto her back with a groan. All of her ached at once, a second heartbeat thrumming through her muscles. She shut her eyes tight and focused on her breathing to steady her racing heart and her panic. So focused on the task, she didn’t register the presence of another until his fingers were under her chin and turning her head to meet his eyes.

“Oh,” he cooed in a harmonic tone that echoed around them, revealing the massive area of the room. “Has my wretched son granted me a toy? I do so like ‘em young.”

Snapped back to her senses by his stiff touch, she swatted away his hand and scrambled away from him, drawing herself back on her hands. She blinked fast to clear the pain from her mind and the tears from her eyes as she struggled to locate his figure in the dark.

“Who are you?” she asked, though the twisting panic in her stomach told her she already knew.

His movements were quick and nearly silent as he crept closer. His presence looked before her like a dense fog camouflaging a beast ready to strike. To her left, she sensed him growing close, looking to grab, hoping to touch her. She raised her hand in a swipe and a wave of red fire sparked to life from thin air, igniting the room in a brilliant flash of light as if a switch had been flicked on and then snapped off in an instant.

But in that momentary glow, she saw everything: his long and tangled black hair dangling down his back, his erratic gray eyes that shrank under the burst of light, and his hulking frame which had once been both impressive and god-like now shriveled to a malnourished and skeletal form. The dungeon-like room with its yawning roof and expansive four walls that held him prisoner showed no signs of restraint, no chains or bars to hold him bound in this massive prison cell for one.

A hiss rattled from his thin lips as he recoiled from her, cradling his hand. Her flames had hit their mark. She expected rage, expected a heated retaliation for harming him, but instead, he laughed.

“You’re not just any toy, are you?” His laughter was feverish and loud, the sound of delirium. “You’re somethin’ special, and my boy brought you just for me.”

“No one brought me,” she retorted with as strong and even of a voice as she could muster. “And I’m not your toy.”

She felt the shift in the air as he smiled, and even through the inpentratable shadows, she swore she could see his teeth stretching into fangs as his smile widened. “You are indeed lovely, darlin’.”

She gasped, nearly choking on her breath. She made a mistake; she revealed too much in that moment, and now, he had her. He had seized control of this moment with one word and one panicked response pulled from her naive heart.

“That is what my boy calls you, eh? We’re not so different, him and I.”

To her right, he reached for her, lashing out with the speed of a snake, and she responded with a slash of her hand that sent another blinding glare of red cutting through the darkness.

“You’re fast. I like that.”

His voice--God help her, it was so similar to his, so familiar. Her knees were weak, and pain still thrummed through her bones from the fall. She was disoriented and scared, and in his voice, she should have found comfort. But his tone was twisted, somehow wrong. The voice that spoke with her now wasn’t kind or comforting or loving; it was repugnant and cruel, and her mind scrambled to block the assimilation she was already forming between the voice of the father and that of the son.

“Tell me your name, darlin’. I’ve love to taste it on my tongue.”

She got her feet under her and lifted herself from the ground. She was isolated, alone and wounded in strange, dark place where a bony beast reigned. She couldn’t see where he was, but the smell of the cell started to invade her nose and ground her mind in the moment. The odor was putrid. A mixture of rotted food and waste hit her hard, knocking her senses clear at once.

His presence still wavered in front of her, but she couldn’t be certain where he was or how far away. She only felt him there, just out of sight and waiting to strike. The room was so gargantuan; she knew the luck of finding the safety of a wall at her back was unlikely. Just as well, she thought. The false sense of security it offered could become a trap.

A flash of hot breath drifted across her her face. She slashed outward, igniting the space in front of her with a fire-engulfed punch. No sound responded to her movement; then footsteps at her right side urged her to turn and face the noise, keeping her back to safety--until she felt that same hot breath blow across her left shoulder.

She released a panicked whine and spun around, losing all sense of direction in her haste. She thrashed at the air, but no fire rose to meet her fingers.

“Tired already?” He laughed; he was enjoying this, toying with her. “My, my. My boy isn’t takin’ very good care of you, is he?”

A hand--clammy yet cold as a corpse--gripped her arm and yanked her forward. She dug in the heels of her boots, desperate for their grip to save her. But on this slick, grooveless floor, there was nothing for her heels to hook. She crouched, bending her knees and back, and she tugged against his grip, refusing to be reeled in like a lifeless fish.

She wouldn’t beg. She wouldn’t cry. She was a guardian now, a queen, and this was her territory. He was weaker than her. He was a prisoner, and she was his ruler. He was a prisoner, and she was his ruler. She was his ruler, his ruler, his--

His wretched breath was hot on her face, and she set her jaw tight and held her breath to suppress her urge to gag. One hand still gripped her arm, and the other had settled against the nape of her neck. Tears burned at her eyes, and terror froze her mind, stalling her movements.

“You are going to taste delicious,” he whispered.

She turned her head to the side, wrenched her arm free of his grasp, and then shoved both arms outward. His annoyed huff greeted her just as his fingers dug into her neck, holding fast. Gritting her teeth from the pain of his long nails biting into her flesh, she wrapped her fingers around the slick, cold flesh of his wrist that held her to him, and she thought of all the nights her mother had forbidden her to leave the house and be with her cousins. She thought of every day she walked the hallways of the high school, tugging at her skirts and shirts--adjusting them this way and that--under the gawking eyes and drooling mouths of those vile boys. She thought of every hand that had been laid on her skin without her permission. She thought of every night she’d cried herself to sleep believing those days were meant to be her best. And then she thought of this creature--no longer a man--who had hurt so many, who had taken so much from Aiden, and who now thought he could take the same from her just to hurt Aiden all over again.

“How dare you,” she hissed, keeping her eyes focused ahead where she guessed his own eyes lingered. “How dare you touch me or threaten me or pretend like you have the power to take me from the one person whose scars match mine? You are my prisoner, and I am your ruler. And you will run from the thought of ever laying a hand on me again.”

She squeezed her fingers around his wrist, and a blast of red flames ignited, scorching his pale skin and filling the room with the strench of burnt flesh. To her surprise, he didn’t cry out, but he didn’t laugh either. She accepted that as a small victory.

She released her grip on his wrist, and he drew his hand away, slow enough to leave a tremor of fear in his absence. He was too calm, too silent, and his reaction was chilling. But she didn’t care; she was free of his horrible touch. She took several steps backward, eager to be far from him, but he remained where he was.

“Silly brat,” he seethed. He may not have cried out when she burned him, but he couldn’t hide the flicker of pain cracking through his words. “I was burned a hundred times over before I was left to rot in this room. I feel nothing anymore.”

“I believe you felt plenty, Father.”

A quick breath left her lips when she recognized Aiden’s voice sound at her back before echoing around the room. His deep voice bounced off every wall, so loud in this enormous and empty prison, but the hatred in his tone was harsher than the flames Sophie had used to engulf his hand. And each reverb only heightened the crack in his voice, making her heart ache in return.

“Ah, the prodigal son arrives at last. It’s been too long, my boy.”

“Not long enough,” Aiden retorted.

She didn’t shift from her unknown place in the room. Seconds of silence ticked by before a shuffling noise greeted her ears, followed quickly by a sharp scratch then a burst of white light. Aiden had lit one of the handmade matches, and the little orb of light was bobbling closer to her. In the halo of its glow, she saw the faint outline of his face, his features pulled tight, and his gray eyes narrowed and tense beneath furrowed brows. When the light reached her side, she felt his arm encircle her shoulder and tug her close. Had she been any more exhausted, she would have collapsed against him fully right then.

“Are you O.K.?”

She curled against him and nodded, threading her fingers through the coarse material of his jacket. She clung to him and revelled in the strength his presence offered her.

“Of course she’s fine,” he yelled. “I only wanted a taste, Aiden.”

“Don’t speak my name,” he spat back. His voice was hoarse and constricted from… rage? Seeing his father was this hard for him, but he was here. He was here for her. “And never forget I can squeeze the life out of you whenever I choose.”

He cackled, the wild and unhinged laugh of a madman. “What life is left, boy? You enjoy this; the idea of me suffering here until I one day beg you to end my torture? Oh oh oh, the very idea of it must light quite the torch in your blood. Enough to please her, anyway.”

“Shut your mouth,” Aiden growled, bearing his teeth like Sir ready to strike.

Aiden’s eyes were narrowed, focused, and his jaw was set firm. His teeth were grinding against each other as he seethed beneath his father’s gaze, and Sophie wished she could reach him in this moment, to pull him back from whatever brink he had reached. But she couldn’t. Begging him to stop, to turn his back and lead them both out of this hellhole would be a cowardly display of weakness. No matter how much she desired to run from this moment, she couldn’t. Aiden was facing the beast head on, and though he’d never ask, he needed her by his side, standing tall to hold him up now more than ever.

“How many times have you made this trip?”

“More times than I care to remember.”

Sophie pushed away from Aiden and stood tall on her own at his side. She noted the flicker in the pulse at his throat--that little hint of concern for her. He didn’t restrain her; he let her stand, let her find her own ground, and he dropped his arm from her shoulders. She stepped forward, overshadowing Aiden’s form, and drew in a deep breath. She reached back and slid her hand into his and gave his arm a steady jerk as she raised her other hand toward his father.

“I’ll be right beside you the whole time.”

She concentrated on her disgust of this creature before her, on the hatred he birthed in Aiden’s heart--a heart she found to be nothing but pure and kind. She focused on the shame she felt for forcing Aiden to come to her rescue, but more than anything, she centered her mind on the guilt of failing to be as strong as Aiden needed her to be.

Red flames engulfed her extended hand, thrashing about the air in the windless room on their own energy. Their flickering glow cast the room in red--a horrid and violent color. But in this instance, the red was the color of freedom, the color of control.

“You will not speak to us this way. Aiden is the guardian of the forest above, and you will grant him the respect he deserves.”

He laughed again, and though the dancing red light scattered across his face, she could see the vile sneer twisting his nose and wrinkling his forehead. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, little girl. Your little flames don’t scare me.”

“They will. These flames bind you to the Hollow, and before now, you were free to roam this cavernous room alone. That was freedom your son granted you out of compassion, correct? Yet, now you laugh in his face. Unfortunately for you, I feel no compassion towards you.”

“Such a pestering like brat you are.”

She detested the smile on his face, and she craved the idea of melting it right off his lips. But she dismissed her anger and reveled in the confidence of the fire, the sting of its heat against her fingers.

“You’re going to understand how much of a pest I can be.”

She slammed her hand into a fist, and in a flash, the flames left her palm, drowning the room in darkness once more. Then a glimmer of red returned wound like a tether around his wrists. The flames extended beyond his arms and lashed out with a crack of a whip toward the wall at his back. They pierced the cold stone, gained a solid hold within the rock, and reeled him backward like a hooked fish being drawn to its doom.

She didn’t let her smile falter when his father refused to fight his entrapment. If anything, she smiled wider, impressed by his stubbornness to show any hint of weakness.

“From this day forward, you are bound to that wall. No more roaming free. No more stretching your legs. You will only reach as far as I allow. You may fight your bonds, but you will never break them. You will tire yourself out and strain your muscles struggling against the leash I placed on your limbs. And when you finally realize you have lost, you will think back to this day and beg for the compassion of your son who you were so eager to cast aside.”

He flared his nostrils and snarled, peeling his lips back from his razor-sharp teeth, but he was too prideful to speak, to beg.

She held her head high. “And you may address me as Queen.”

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noonachronicles · 7 years

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The Right One Pt. 7

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

Jackson Wang X Reader

Genre: This ones a bit angsty.

Trigger Warning: None

A/N:Seriously, I want to thank everyone for being so patient with me. I’ve been struggling the passed couple of months by I genuinely appreciate everyone that’s stuck around and waited for me to post something new!

Jackson took a long deep breath before walking into the impossibly tall building that housed your father's company. The situation made especially uncomfortable since he'd asked Jackson to keep the meeting between them private. Jackson was not a big fan of lying or keeping secrets, especially from you, but your father was insistent.

He took the elevator to the thirty-second floor. There was a small, sleek looking lobby. All modern with glass walls and glass tables. The front desk was glass, on it sat at brand new silver Mac, a clear glass with a single silver pen sticking out of it, and a single iPhone sitting in front of the receptionist. Her long thin legs were crossed beneath the clear desk. Another man would have been tempted by the beautiful woman in the short pencil skirt, but Jackson wasn't any other man.

He cleared his throat as he stepped in front of her, “I’m here to see-”

“I know why you're here Mr. Wang.” She smiled, “If you'll please have a seat he’ll be ready for you in just a moment.”

Jackson sat on the leather couch and sighed. He didn't know why he felt so worried. He knew that your father wouldn't have anything nice to say, he was prepared for that. Would he speak poorly of you though? Jackson wasn't sure he'd be able to leave without throwing a punch if he heard anything bad about you. Nothing angered him quite like the way your own father could find it in himself to speak so negatively about you.

“Jackson, thank you for coming.”

Jackson looked up to see your father standing in a smart pinstripe suit. A smile on his face, but the smile was more fake than the plant in the corner of the lobby.

“Sir, it's a pleasure to see you again.” He said faking it just as well.

“Please, come into my office.”

Jackson followed your father down a long hall. He tried not to pry as they passed several glass walled conference rooms. They went all the way to the end of the hall to the only room with real walls. Stainless steel, with a dark wood door that seemed old fashioned and completely out of place.

Your father opened the door and held it politely for Jackson. It didn't surprise him that your father had the only closed off office or that the office itself was cold and empty. Two basic black chairs sat in front of a wide steel desk. A single silver computer, no phone, no papers, no pens, no family photos. No proof the office was even occupied by an actual human.

“Jackson,” your father said taking the seat next to your boyfriend, “I think it's pretty obvious why I asked you here today.”

“You're going to offer me a position at your company?” Jackson said coming off more sarcastic than he had intended.

“Not quite.” Your father chuckled,however shortly, “I would like to talk to you about my daughter.”

“Ah.” Jackson said not wanting to say much else for fear of starting an argument so soon in the conversation.

“She's quite fond of you.”

“I'm quite fond of her as well.”

“Which is all very well and good, but Jackson,I don't want you to get too attached to my daughter. You see, when you come from a family like ours there are certain expectations to be upheld. As much as my dear daughter believes she's in control of who she's going to be with, she doesn't. I know, trust me, I know how old fashioned it all may seem. Y/N, one way or another, is going to be marrying Park Jinyoung.”

Even though your father paused his speech, Jackson was unable to get a word in. In all honesty he was too stunned to find the words to say.

“She's been promised to the Park family since she was eleven years old, that's just how this is going to go. Usually my fickle daughter will break up with her rebellion hookups by now, but it seems she's taken a liking to you Mr. Wang, and that we can't let go any further. So do you understand why you're here?”

Jackson took a moment to collect himself and then said, more than half serious, “You're going to have me killed?”

Your father laughed genuinely at that, and shook his head, “Oh no, son. Even if I were in the business of murder, my daughter would never forgive me. Instead we’ll do something she could never forgive you for. I'm here to pay you.”

“For what?” Jackson asked confused.

“To stay away from my daughter.” From out of seemingly nowhere your father pulled out a beige folder and handed it to Jackson.

He opened the folder, eyebrows knit as he eyed the papers more confused than ever. “What is all this?”

“That's the deed to the building you're currently renting for your little establishment.” Your father said crossing his legs confidently. “It's yours if you promise to stay away from my daughter. You'll also find a check for 1,500,000 million won to do whatever you want with.”

“Who would do this? What kind of person would do this to their own daughter?” Jackson asked, too many emotions building up in his chest. “What kind of person do you think I am to believe I would accept this?”

“Oddly enough, Jackson.” Your dad sighed, “I think you're a smart person. You see, I came by the deed for your building when I purchased it. Which means that if you deny my request, not only do you not get the money, I will personally ensure that your little bar is demolished.”

“It's insured, I’ll just open a new club somewhere else.” Jackson said thinking quickly despite the insanity brewing in his mind. How would he tell you about this? How could your father be this way? He was angry, he was saddened, he was still very confused and it was all quickly becoming overwhelming.

“If you open your club somewhere else, I'll just buy that building too and then have that destroyed as well.” Your father looked bored, “Is it not enough money? Do you require something more?”

“You can't buy someone like this. This isn't a drama.”

“Tell that to her first boyfriend who just disappeared one day, never to be heard from again. You'll find he invested his money and is very successful now, still not enough for my daughter though. Tell it to the one she dated just before Jinyoung. He left Seoul and moved to New York to sell his art. Waste of time, if you ask me.” Your father uncrossed his legs and leaned toward Jackson, “How much is she really worth to you?”

Jackson shook his head knocking several of his bombarding thoughts from his head and threw the folder onto the desk, “Your daughter is priceless.”

All afternoon you'd worked tirelessly on dinner for Jackson. You'd even made Yoonho take you shopping so you could get all the right ingredients for the meal. It was an adventure for both of you as you'd never been to a grocery store before. Your new behaviors both amazed and terrified Yoonho.

When Jackson finally arrived he came in quietly, which was already unlike him. He stood at the entrance of the kitchen and watched your back as you moved around the stove making sure everything was perfect. You'd left a metal spoon in a simmering pot and when you went to grab it you burnt the tips of your fingers. You cursed and turned towards the sink to find Jackson. You jumped slightly and then giggled as he smiled at you.

“I'm making dinner.” You said looking so proud of yourself that his heart skipped a beat.

“I see that.” He grinned as you walked over and wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you.” You said quietly before planting a kiss on his lips.

He cupped your face in his hands and looked down at you a little longer than he usually did. “I love you too.”

Your hands moved over the slightly rough, yet slightly soft fabric of his woven jacket. “You're dressed very nicely. Business meeting? Do you have those in your line of work?”

He grinned, “Yeah, something like that.”

He watched amused as a light lit up behind your eyes and you turned quickly back to the stove and yelped, “My dinner!”

Jackson leaned against the counter and watched you finish dinner, since you weren't allowing him to help you at all. He set the dinner table as the last of the dishes were finished up and helped you carry the food over.

“It's fish.” You said quickly as he looked over the meal. “I tried to make it like your mom taught me. I hope you don't hate it.”

Jackson could feel his heart throb for you. He couldn't understand how there could ever be enough money in the world that would be an acceptable replacement for you. You watched eagerly as he took his first bite, not even thinking about touching your own food. He raised his eyebrows enthusiastically and then lifted his hand to his mouth to remove a fish bone.

“Oh no.” You frowned, “I messed up.”

“No, beautiful, it tastes delicious! It was one bone. No big deal for your first try all on your own. I'm going to eat this whole thing. I'm so proud of you. I love you so much, you know that?” He asked, needing to make sure you truly knew.

“You must love me if you still want to eat more.” You joked.

It wasn't until after the two of you had finished washing the dishes from dinner together that he had built the courage to tell you what his meeting was about. There had been so many moments he could have told you, but every time he worried how you'd react and he wanted to keep you in his arms, comfortable and happy as long as he could.

You were curled up against him on the couch, the two of you watching some silly variety show when he realized how late it was getting. He couldn't put it off any longer. He knew if he did then you'd be going to bed soon and he'd have to wait until morning. He didn't want to start your day with bad news so he'd have to wait until later in the day and by then it would have been a whole day of him keeping this terrible secret from you. It was already eating at him, making him crazy. He had to do it now.

He looked down at you as you laughed against his chest at whatever activity was happening on screen. Sighing he moved a few tendrils of hair from your face and said, “Beautiful, there's something I have to tell you.”

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rain-is-a-friend · 7 years

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Love is Simple

A part 3, :))). Requests are open, lovelies.

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The bed was so soft, you felt yourself sink into the bed. It was nothing like the hard mattress you had back in your apartment. You could feel a pair of eyes on you, you turned unaware of who it was. You turned to see the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you’ve ever seen , her untied hair and the large framed glasses that was always hanging off her tiny face was gone.

Her makeup less face and hair cascading down her body that was still covered by her professional wear, the white blouse shaping her body. You felt yourself getting lost in her, her eyes only on yours, the silence of the whole suite. The air was tense amongst the both of you yet you couldn’t let go of her eyes, you wanted to see the lightness once again in them.

You wanted to hear Kendall, you wanted to see more of Kendall not Ms. Jenner. “Our meeting is in awhile, you want to grab some food or get some rest? I’ll make sure Ms.Cabello would call you before the meeting.” She said unsure of her words, her eyes now were darting everywhere, everywhere but you.

You sat up on the soft bed, “I’ll get some rest, Ms. Jenner. You should too, you seem tired.” You spoke monotone just like she did. She nodded leaving your room, closing your door. It was weird, sometimes she would act as if you were just her employee and you hated that. It was as if she was just a robot, monotone, emotionless. You lost the interest in that Kendall Jenner, she had nothing in her eyes, it was dark, meaningless.

You enjoyed the lightness in her brown eyes or the little smile on her face, not the fake one. The one she had when Camila would crack a joke or the one when you guys talked. You adored it, it was beautiful, nothing could compare to her beauty in that moment. All you wanted to do was daydream about her yet you could feel your body relax into the bed, preparing for the sleep you really needed.

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“Ms. Y/L/N!” you heard throughout the silent room, you opened your eyes to see your assistant, dressed up and prepared for the upcoming meeting. “We have an hour to prepare for everything, I suggest you really hurry.” You rushed getting your luggage and the files, you couldn’t fail this deal. You had to make it, you had your rent and food on the line.

You got dressed into your suit, grabbing the high heels and the makeup before rushing out the room to find Ms. Jenner already waiting for you. She had a smile on her, a real one. You could tell, though it didn’t reach her eyes. You smiled back politely before making your way over to the meeting. You were beyond tense, this was a huge deal. It could mean you get fired or praised as Ms. Jenner was thoroughly watching you.

You took a deep breath, walking out of the luxurious car after your boss, finding yourself at the a large building, that seemed to be currently similar to her. It was dull, boring and lifeless, you hated it though you were just here for business. You shook your head, preparing for whatever was to come.

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The hands that raised for the voting was more than you ever anticipated, you could feel your lips curl and your cheeks start to hurt from the positive feedback. You made the deal, you looked at Kendall to find her stoic face on display once again. You could feel the smile on your face slowly fade, you gripped onto the file tightly. It was a painful sight, as soon as everyone had congratulated you and told you how this was so beneficial to both companies while you just fake smiled, you ran out.

Feeling tired, you hated acting infront of people. You just felt ill, you looked at Kendall to find her smiling at the old men that were looking up and down her body. You could feel your fist clench, a fire burning in your stomach. “Y/N, are you okay?” Camila asks, as a friend. You nodded, clenching your jaw and jabbing the button of the elevator, you needed to get away as soon as possible.

It was disgusting how the men looked at her the way they shamelessly ran their eyes over her covered up body and the perverted smirks on their way.

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You got into the suite, finding the gym that you once saw when you were guided through the rooms. You quickly changed, you needed some sort of release. You needed the fire in your chest to die down. So, you ran and ran, not stopping, wanting the images of her to stop.

You were free after this so you could run for hours and nobody could bother you, you ran hoping the images of the men would get out of your mind, The stupid image of them being so close to her, panting and sweat dripping onto the treadmill. You still ran wanting to forget about those dull brown eyes, only for them to be replaced by the light brown eyes, you enjoyed so much.

Her pouty lips and cute little giggle or the way she cared about you when you were so scared about landing in New York. In those moments, it was Kendall. The one you enjoyed looking at, talking to, you always looked forward to seeing her.

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Kendall’s POV

I saw Y/N run out, I needed to go, I just had this urge, I had to go, “I’m sorry Mr. Angeilso but I do have an event I have to attend to soon, I would like to say a big thank you.” I basically ran towards the elevator, where was she going? I could see Ms. Cabello chatting up with a green-eyed individual, I called up my driver asking him to follow the taxi that Y/N took.

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The pants coming from a room in suite attracted me, I quickly got there to find her running, she was sweating so much. She was running so fast, the pants were getting heavier. I’m getting worried, I knocked on the door signalling I was here.

She slowed the treadmill down to a walking pace and turned around in her workout wear. It was a sight to behold, but all I could think about her pants, her running over and over again. It as if she was desperate to run. Was something wrong? The flash of hurt or anger on her face before running out to the elevator popped into my mind. Something was wrong.

“Hi, Ms. Jenner.” She spoke breathlessly, emotionless, her chest falling and rising that was dangerously sexy. Her tank top and tights showing off her assets that I would die for. “Ms. Y/L/N, are you alright? Is there something wrong? Was it the deal?” I said worried, yet slightly aroused, her body was on display, sweat dripping down her breast. It was too much, I took a deep breathe.

Trying to calm my arousal, “I er-erm just wanted to work out, I don’t really socialise too much.” She smiled, it was a fake one though. I could see it a mile away, something was disturbing her I had to do something to cheer her up. I want to see the Y/N that I saw earlier when she was in awe of the view or the face she had in the meeting, determined, powerful. I just didn’t want to see her like this.

I took steps carefully towards her, her breathes slowing down. My heels clacking on the way towards her, she turned back to me with eyes I’ve never seen before. It was lighter than usual, it was beautiful, she was beautiful in every single way possible.

I felt myself in a trance as I approached her.

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Your POV

I felt hope when the clacking got closer, her scent filled the room eventhough the scent of my sweat was horrid was filling my nostrils. I turned around, she had a small smile on her face. She seemed different, “Kendall?” I whispered out in a desperate attempt to know what she was doing, she only got closer till she stopped the treadmill and was only inches apart from me.

“Yeah? Y/N?” she had this silly smile on her face as she was inches away from my face, her height similar to mine as I stood on the treadmill, sweaty and sticky. Her hand caressing my arm, as her eyes ran down my face and body. I could feel chills run up my spine. Once again, it was back. That feeling in my stomach.

I inhaled her scent and closing my eyes at ease,feeling a pair of lips that were so delicate yet so powerful. It had the power over my body, making it burn up just like that. Her hands finding my waist and lips desperate to deepen the kiss, I was in a trance by her lips or just by her in general. I always way even the first time I saw her. She was utterly beautiful, nothing could ever beat her beauty.

The weird feeling in my stomach was heavier than ever, I was addicted to it. It felt incredible, her body inches away from mine. Her expensive blazer that was about to get my sweat all over it yet she didn’t seem to care one bit only caring about the kiss we’re having.

The only thing that was all I paid attention to was her lips and her desperate tongue finding mine, her groans. It was absolutely bliss, I felt like as if I was flying. Was this love?

We pulled apart with smiles that could hurt our cheeks yet we didn’t seem to want to stop smiling because we couldn’t. Our foreheads against each other’s, her eyes lighter than ever, it was such a light brown. Our panting syncing and heartbeats pounding against our chest. “That was beautiful.” She said “You’re beautiful.” She continued. I chuckled at that, “Why?” she looked at me confused, arms wrapped possessively around my waist.

“I’m all sweaty and sticky yet you could call me beautiful. You’re the beautiful one, Kendall.” I said honestly, she truly was beautiful. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on and I was not exaggerating. She chuckled too, “It doesn’t matter, no matter when you’re beautiful.” She flirted with you with a silly smile on her little cute face. “Just so beautiful…” She muttered.

I just pecked her lips, only for her to deepen the kiss. It was innocent, just lips against each other’s and gentle caresses against each other’s skin. It felt as if her touch burnt my skin, that it set my body on fire.

“Wait.” I said, I needed to make this clear… I can’t just date my boss so casually right? Love wasn’t that simple. She looked at me confused, “What?” she said softly, eyes still on my swollen lips. “What are we?” I barely said, looking down at the treadmill, worried and scared what was to come.

I felt her slender fingers wrap around my chin and bring them closer to her face, “Anything you want us to be.” She said confidently, a broad smile upon her face. I soon copied that smile on her face too, the one that made my heart flutter. The little creases around her eyes and her eyes so warm, I fell in love with them all over again.

“I want to be yours, I want you to be mine.” I said confidently, knowing that she wanted what I wanted too. She brought me into a tight hug. She whispered into my ear “I only we just met but I can’t seem to get you out of my head.” You blushed at that, hiding your face into her neck mumbling a “Me too.”

I guess love is truly simple when you find the right person.

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The Hobbit x Reader

You stepped through the tree’s and into Hobbiton. It was a quiet and peaceful little village. Little round doors popped out of the ground as you walked past them one by one, trying to find the one that Gandalf had described. You finally found a door that had Gandalf's mark scratched on it, balled your fist and banged loudly. There was a lot of commotion through the other side of the door, but everyone fell silent at your knock, and a little hobbit opened the door.

��Hello,” You said towards the hobbit as he stared at you dumbfounded. You took off your cloak, handing it to him as you stepped through the door and saw a pack of dwarves and wizard stare at you from your left, in what it looked to be the dining room.

“Gandalf” you nodded, as the wizard walked over to you with a smile.

“Ada! I thought you might have changed your mind. I am glad to see that wasn’t the case! Thorin” He turned to the dwarf sitting on the end of the table, glaring at you. “This is Ada, she’s a fierce warrior, and very quick on her feet, she will make a fine addition to your company and help keep you all safe. She has accompanied me on several of my own journey’s and I can say I would not set off on another without her by my side.” Gandalf praised, as you shifted uncomfortably with the attention a bit.

Thorin scoffed “This quest does not need a woman, Gandalf. You are asking a lot already for us to bring along the burglar”

The dwarves started chiming in and had gotten loud quite quickly.

“What is she?” The dwarf to Thorin’s right asked. He looked a bit goofy with a funny hat and a pipe in his hands. He stared at you curiously waiting for an answer.

“I’m human.” you snapped, appalled at the question.

You were quite short for a human but you were smart, quick and had a good amount of force behind your blows in a fight.

Gandalf and Thorin argued a bit more, a few other dwarves chiming in with their opinions as you stood there awkwardly next to the little Hobbit. You were uncomfortable and wondered if you had even made the right choice, but Gandalf paid you a good amount of coin to be here on this quest and you were determined to see it to the end. After a moment or two, Thorin begrudgingly agreed to have you as part of his company. Gandalf sat to the left of Thorin and tapped the table at you for you to join him on his other side. You reluctantly walked over to a chair that he pulled up between him and another dwarf who looked at you with angry eyes. Gandalf started introducing each of them as you squeezed in between the wizard and mean dwarf. Thorin, Bofur, Balin, Oin, Bifur, Dori...you nodded at each one as Gandalf said their name, landing on Dwalin next to you. you didn’t have to look at him to know he was glaring at you something fierce.

“Yer a little short for a human, aren't ye, lass? He grumbled at you. You turned your head towards him meeting his glare with your own. You had had it with these dwarves and you haven't been in their presence for that long as it was. What stubborn and obnoxious creatures they were! You turned around and started eating the bowl of food Gandalf had placed in front of you. You listened intently to Gandalf and Thorin talk about the journey, Gandalf giving Thorin a map and key, giving hope to the others, and maybe a little bit to you as well.

The dwarves made their way to Bilbo's living area as you made your way to another and set up for bed. You stopped and listened as you heard the dwarves signing. So quiet and emotional, the words moved you deeply. So much sorrow and longing drifting from their words and ached through your body. They soon stopped as quickly as they started and you laid down on your matt and drifted off to sleep.

You had awakened abruptly to a boot nudging your back. You jumped and peered up to see Dwalin staring at you.

“It is time to go” He grumbled and walked away.

After freshening up in the hobbit’s sink and putting some day clothes back on, you packed up your belongings and headed out the door. Dwalin glared at you as you walked over to him, assuming the other pony he had was for you. He shoved the reins in your hands and trudged away. “What an arse,” you thought to yourself. You couldn’t help but notice how tall Dwalin was, for a dwarf. He was the same height as you but seemed so much bigger with his broad shoulders and big arms. You scoffed and pushed the silly thoughts from your head. He obviously didn’t like you one bit and you could tell most of the dwarves weren’t happy to have a woman on their quest, except for Bofur of course. He was a merry lad, always humming or joking with someone. He rode his pony next to yours for most of the day, telling stories and jokes. He actually made you smile a bit, and even chuckle at one particular joke, his face lighting up when he heard your laugh and realized he had broken through a bit of your shell. It wasn’t as if you were shy, or haunted by some daunting past. You were a fighter and took things a bit too seriously. Life was hard and whenever you put your guard down, there was always a monster or two lurking about waiting to strike.

When the sun started to set, Thorin finally made the decision to stop for camp. After a while, the days started to bleed together. You rode for the day, stopped to make camp, rose at dawn and rode the entire day. One night, in particular, was a bit off. Thorin stopped near a house that had recently burnt down. Gandalf felt uneasy about the place and stormed off as Thorin shrugged it off. You went off a bit to scout the area for a while when Bofur ran to find you.

“There are trolls! They have Bilbo!” He spilled. You both ran to the camp and met with the others as they ran after Fili and Kili. The had Bilibo by the feet and were arguing about eating him when the company jumped out from the bushes and attacked the trolls. You followed, drawing your sword, and ran up behind the closest troll, slicing the back of his heel. You ran to the next troll that had Bilbo, you drew a dagger and flung it at the trolls eye, making it scream and drop Bilbo. The little hobbit got up quickly and scurried out of harm's way. You started to jog around and you ran up to another troll as he was about to grab Dwalin who wasn’t looking and stabbed your sword into the side of his leg, pulling it out and backing up from a big hand that almost grabbed you instead. The troll kneeled down, holding his wound, turned to you and growled, reaching for you again, just as Dwalin hit the troll in the face with his ax. You sliced and stabbed and sliced at the legs of the trolls, trying to keep the dwarves out of harm's way, and it worked until the trolls had Bilbo’s limbs and threatened to tear them off. You gathered with the Dwarves and were stuffed in smelly sacks with some of the luckier bunch. The not so lucky lot was tied to a log and placed above a fire, screaming and arguing with each other. Bilbo and Gandalf eventually got you lot out of this mess with their quick thinking. As you walked back to camp some of the others following, a hand patted you on the shoulder a bit harshly. It was Dwalin, silently thanking you as he trudged off ahead of you. You rubbed your shoulder as you were already sore from what the day had brought. Unfortunately for you, Thorin made you keep first watch. You found a quiet spot just a ways out from the group and sat there, watching the moon rise into the night sky, keeping your mind clear and aware of the noises that echoed through the forest. It was a quiet and peaceful night, letting you relax into a content state. After a while, Dwalin stomped over to your spot and slumped next to you with a grunt.

“Are you next watch?” He nodded in return. Sou sighed a bit and went to get up.

“You fought well today.” He said, in more gentle a tone, you hadn’t heard from him before. You sat back down next to him and gazed off toward the scenery.

“Well enough to save you, I suppose.” You smirked, happy that the dwarves were starting to notice your importance.

“I want to apologize for being so harsh on ye. I didn’t believe the wizard as much as I should have. I know you will be useful to the company.” He was looking at you then, his eye’s pouring into yours. Your heartbeat quickened and there was a feeling in your stomach you didn’t recognize.

“I agree,” You said a bit snarky. He chuckled and broke your gaze.

“And thank you” you finished, in a whisper.

You sat there with Dwalin for a long time, enjoying his company in silence, eventually drifting off to sleep without realizing you had slumped your head on to his shoulder. Morning came as you awoke, your senses returning. You lifted your head and looked at Dwalin staring at you with a gentle expression on his face. You gasped and stood quickly, muttering your apologies when you realized where you had lifted your head from. He laughed as he stood facing you.

“It’s alright lass, I didn’t mind one bit.” And with a wink, he was off toward the group who started to stir.

The day was hot and long. It was dragging on as the sun pierced your skin, beads of sweat forming on your hairline. You eventually took off a few layers trying to find some relief from the hot temperatures. You were practically in your sleepwear which consisted of your white tank that was a bit see-through with it being such a thin piece of cloth. And you had stripped down to your black underpants which fitted your legs nicely. The slight breeze could finally reach your skin, sighing to the little relief that wind brought every so often. You began to think that this was maybe a bad idea. You could feel the stares from some of the dwarves, obnoxiously staring at your chest and back area, not even bothering to look away when you made eye contact. The braver ones even returning a devilish smile as you shrugged the looks off. What do you expect from traveling with a bunch of men? You decided that since you would be spending some time with these dwarves, you made it a point to not care. And let them look on as they please.

“What’s wrong with you lot! Have some respect!” Dwalin turned red in anger when he noticed you and what the dwarves were doing. His words brought fear to them as they snapped their heads back to the road. You felt grateful but was a bit embarrassed. You didn’t want that kind of attention. You slowed your pony, until you were the last trailing behind, straying from the attention. Dwalin noticed and looked back at you.You broke his gaze and rode like this until the sun was dipping low into the sky, the heat dying down giving you a chance to wrap your cloak around you. Thorin finally stopped the party for supper and sleep. Thorin had the others on chore duty, gathering firewood, scouting the area, and what not, so you decided to take this free time to look for a place to wash up. You told Thorin and left to explore around a bit. You were a bit far off from the camp when you noticed pools off the water, steaming from the ground, there were maybe five six, built into the side of a big rock formation.You dipped a finger into the closest one, realizing it was cold enough to soak in. You became ecstatic at the luxury you found and started taking your clothes off with a big smile on your face. You slowly submerged yourself in the hot water, sighing as your tense muscles melted to the warmth. You washed up with a soap bar you had brought along, dipped your head in and washed the sweat from your hair. After you were finished, you leaned up against the side, closed your eyes, and relaxed in the warmth for a while. You heard a gasp and opened your eyes to Dwalin staring at you with his mouth hanging open. You jumped and covered your body with your arms.

“I-I’m sorry lass.” He sputtered, turning around, not before you caught his face turning red. “Thorin asked me to track you down, suppers ready!”

You sighed and leaned back to relax again. “It is alright, Dwalin. You had startled me is all. It is nothing more than a body, after all, I am sure more than one dwarf will catch me naked more than once with us traveling on this journey together.” You admitted. There was a silence as Dwalin stood there and you gazed at him.

Dwalin eventually slowly turned around with a smile on his face that made you uneasy.

“Well lass, I guess you won’t mind if I join ye then, will ye? After all, mine is just a body, same as yours.” He smiled, devilishly, his eye’s pouring into yours as he slipped off his clothes and made his way to the other side of the hot spring. You swallowed a lump in your throat, words escaping your mind. You couldn’t help but glance at his body. Muscles rippling across his massive arms and shoulders. He was all muscle, and your eyes widened at what hung between his legs. Looking away quickly, hoping he didn’t notice. He did.

“Like what you see, lassie?” He smirked, moaning a bit as he dipped low into the spring, sighing as the warm water took hold of him as well.

You both sat like that for a moment, enjoying the silence and relaxation when you felt the water ripple against you slightly and opened your eyes to find Dwalin looming in front of you. He moved closer and pressed a light kiss to your lips. He broke away to see what your reaction would be. You wanted to object and slap his face or storm off, but need and desire suddenly flowed through your body, making you lunge forward and pressing your lips back against his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed your back against the rock, letting his own needs take over. you both panted heavily, letting his tongue part your lips as he moaned when you grinding your hips on his. He slid a hand down the body, shivering at his touch. he gently slid his fingers between your things, inserting a finger inside of you and making you moan out as pleasure filled your body. He added another finger and then another, pushing them in and out of you and he kissed you fiercely. He slowly pulled his fingers away and pushed himself up into you, making a low growl from his chest escaped his lips. His thrusts starting slow but got faster and rougher. Dwalin was all you could see, touch, smell. He made you moan again and again as he built you both up to your tipping points until one big thrust sent you both over the edge. He pulsed inside of you, his thrusts slowing as he met your gaze. You smiled and leaned your head back on the rock, trying to catch your breath. After a moment he pulled himself out of you, making you sigh a bit at the feelings and picked you up so you were sitting on his lap, your legs and arms wrapped around him. He gently pulled you closer and kissed your lips gently and passionately you never would have known Dwalin was capable of. You felt a pang of longing for something you thought you could do without. Someone who loved you dearly, someone who wanted you, but that wasn’t a luxury in the life you lived. You pulled Dwalin closer, kissing him deeper, wanting this moment to last for as long as possible before it ended forever. He sensed your feelings as he felt the same. the longing for this touch every night. He pulled away from your kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, hiding his face in the arch of your neck. After a long moment, you pulled away, meeting his gaze you stopped there wondering what his eyes were saying. He had a pained expression on his face. Was he thinking the same? You pushed those thoughts away, dressing quickly and made your way back to camp. You looked back once before you entered the woods and saw Dwalin stare after you, he looked sad, lonely even. You felt a sharp pang of regret creep through, thinking that maybe you should have stayed.

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