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warmerthanhotcoco · 8 months

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how dare you? - Draco/Harry

=> A Drarry oneshot inspired by the song "Wicked Game"

=> In which Harry questions why and how he fell in love with a man who just wants him dead... (or so he thinks).

=>Draco's no better.

=> Canon until the Battle of Hogwarts, where Draco makes the RIGHT choice.

Full of angst until, like, the ending scene. Ends with Ginny/Luna's wedding, so if you want a little bit of 'Draco with the Gryffindors' fluff, go ahead! Enjoy reading!

I fell in love with your smile. Once, twice. I never fell for this man behind a Death Eater's mask.

How dare you make me fall for you? How dare you make me dream of you?

How dare you give me hope?

Harry found himself screaming himself and the rest of Grimmauld Place awake yet again with another nightmare.

"Mate, you alright?" Ron sat up in bed, running a hand through his hair as he ran his eyes up and down Harry as if checking for blood. "Is it the scar?"

"I..." Harry frowned. No, it wasn't the scar. Unlike everybody assumed, his nightmares weren't always Voldemort; nor were they always losing Sirius and Cedric either.

It was a certain arch-nemesis. Not him dying, but him killing Harry with his own hands, like he claimed he would oh so happily do.

Would he, really? Would Malfoy actually kill him?

... Harry knew the answer. And it hurt.

"Yes. Yes, the bloody scar," Harry lied, wincing. "The pain’s fading, I'll be okay. Go back to sleep."

Several months later, Harry found himself storming into the Breakfast Hall after another nightmare. Last night had been a ruthless mess in his head, one he hadn’t been prepared for.

✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎ (the nightmare)

It had started with the night at the graveyard in fourth year. Except everything went in reverse. Harry was shoved against the Riddle gravestone, Cruciatus curses had flown around the graveyard freely.

“Kill the spare.” Cedric had been thrown aside like he was nothing.

“Good luck,” he had wished Cedric silently. Cedric had nodded back.

Everyone cheered when Harry broke through the surface. He had found himself searching for someone… he had spotted Cedric shooting him a proud grin. And then he had seen Malfoy leaning against a tree, rolling his eyes at the heroism.

“Haha! Having fun, Harry?” Cedric had called out to him mid-waltz, just like he did to the other champions.

And then somewhere to his right, as the couples started flocking the dance floor, he heard the most beautiful laugh.

“Barely started and you’re already tripping! Ow!” Draco Malfoy muffled a shriek as Pansy stepped harder on his foot.

Malfoy was smiling.

He looked around at the others dancing, and for a split second, they held eye contact: the smile on his face flew away like the wind.

And then all at once, Harry found himself back in the lake, but this time he was drowning. Gasping for air, choking on murky water, spluttering, coughing. Ah, there was Malfoy, seated by the water, holding out his hand. The same breathtaking smile on his face.

Harry reached for it with a gasp of relief, gripping it tight — only for Malfoy to push him back underwater.

✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎ (the nightmare ends)

Harry sat beside Hermione, brows furrowed in frustration and pain. Fourth year had been Harry Potter’s gay awakening. It had been a shock when he had realised it was Cedric he liked, not Cho. Not his fault they were always together. But the one crush had led to so many… discoveries. Like on the night of the Yule Ball, when he had fallen for Malfoy’s genuine smile for the first time. He had told himself it was just his recent understanding of his sexuality messing with his head. For Merlin’s sake, had he been flustered when Bill appeared for the Third Task (looking dashing in his wizard’s suit). “Surely it’s just the hormones.”

Harry scoffed.

“What are you up to now?”

Hermione’s annoyed glare was focussed on him with full power. “Erm… Hermione?”

“What?”

“Are you alright?”

“Of course I am, not like I have anything to be mad about now do I!”

“…nope, not at all.”

Hermione punched his shoulder with a book. “Harry! You’re mocking me.”

“Am I?” Harry grinned, his tense shoulders relaxing for a moment. His best friends always made him feel better (even if Ron was being a brat these days). “Come on, what happened?”

“Nothing,” she grumbled aloud, despite her eyes darting towards the diabetic-ally sappy couple seated somewhere down the table. Lavender was too busy feeding Ron his pudding to notice.

“Ah, don’t worry, I hate it too.”

Hermione smirked, satisfied, before going back to her revision notes. “You ought to be studying…”

“Later,” Harry mumbled. His eyes latched onto a bob of sleek blond that had just arrived at the Slytherin table. The instant Malfoy sat down, his gaze drifted away from his ‘friends’ and locked onto Harry’s.

Harry bit back a gulp. Malfoy’s sharp eyes gleamed as bright as the stripes of silver on his tie. How ironic it was that his eyes and Harry’s would make a perfect Slytherin pair.

Harry found himself glaring back, holding his stance against Malfoy’s challenge. But really, he was enjoying it. The silent glare-contest that let him stare at Malfoy’s face for as long as he liked. Let him watch all the little blond strands flutter in the gentle wind that always kept the Hall cool. All the edges of his jawline, the little dark flecks in his silver eyes, the rosy blush on his nose… The faded scars from his ‘Sectumsempra’. Like a worshipper devoted to his idol, he etched all of it into his memory.

It wasn’t until Malfoy’s glare softened did he notice the faint grey lining his eyes. Was he not getting enough sleep? Was he facing some sort of trouble? His cheeks were hollower than before, his neckline sharper. Relative to the ‘rich boy smothered in luxury’ aura he gave off before… all he radiated now was gloom. (And beauty, but gloom.) Harry felt his eyebrow raising in concern, eyes asking a silent question he wouldn’t dare ask aloud. “Are you alright?”

Malfoy looked away.

“Harry? Harry! Cut it out!” Hermione whispered beside him, shaking him back to reality. She shot Malfoy a glare, which he deftly ignored. “What is it now?”

“Nothing,” Harry shook his head, downing a mug of iced water. “It’s nothing. He pisses me off, is all.”

⚡️ -> Shift of POV -> 🐍

Draco didn’t want to look away. Far from it — he longed to be able to wake up to those eyes, fall asleep to those eyes, drowning in their perfect green everyday. His anger dropped when he felt Harry’s gaze searching all over his face. Was he curious? Was he judging how terrible he looked? He couldn’t possibly be ‘checking me out’… Haha, perhaps in my wildest dreams, Draco scoffed internally. Definitely judging.

Potter raised an extremely judgemental eyebrow, his eyes questioning him. Here I was happily staring into his eyes, and there he is mocking me for looking sick. You’re pathetic, Draco, he chided himself and looked away. He’d rather lose the staring contest to bloody Potter than endure the mockery in those beautiful eyes.

It hurt.

Hurt as bad as every nightmare where Harry hit him over and over with Sectumsempra, even an Unforgivable or two.

Draco shook his head and went back to staring at the tattoo edges he could see peeking out of his sleeve. He wasn’t surprised Potter hated him, loathed him, detested his very existence. And maybe so did Draco. Long long ago, back when he was still a petulant child mad at Harry Potter not being his friend. Long before he felt the first pangs of jealousy when Potter brought Patil to the Yule Ball, long before Potter went around snogging a sodding Ravenclaw. Back then, they were equals, absolutely repulsed by each other. But now… it was worse. Draco fell for the Potter that saved a French girl he didn’t even know. Draco fell for the Potter that cried over a Hufflepuff he only befriended that year. Draco fell a third time, for the Potter that stood up to Umbridge.

Draco loved the Potter that hated him.

Can’t blame him, he laughed at himself, covering the Dark Mark and the wounds all over it with a glamour.

“Don’t kill him! DON’T KILL HIM!”

“Like it hot, scum?”

BOOM! Another bookshelf tumbled as the wood of the racks caught fire. Yellowing pages of old spells and potion recipes were set alight, burning into ashes in an instant under the heat. The Fiendfyre roared, spreading its wings like a dragon, drowning the entire Room in amber, racing forwards, chasing after the intruders.

Draco ran for his life.

He could hear Goyle sprinting too, only a few steps behind. A flame shot out and latched onto Goyle’s pants: the idiot ran past him, screaming.

A bookshelf came crashing down, and they slipped underneath, missing death by a hair’s breadth. Faster, and faster… The fire crept closer and closer, roaring louder and louder…

“DRACO WATCH OUT!”

“Goyle..?” The smoke and the adrenaline were too much: he couldn’t see a thing, let alone the boy supposedly beside him.

Let alone the tall cupboard that was toppling onto his path.

All he could hear were the dozen crashes all around him, and one loud ominous ‘Creeeeeak’ that crept closer and closer—

And a sudden ‘Swish’ — before he could yell, he was plucked off the ground and thrown onto a wooden log… A broom. He was on a broom.

Down on the ground, he could see the cupboard that had fallen being devoured by the flames… He realised just how closely he had escaped it.

“Goyle!” He bent over the broom to grab his Stunned friend. He looked back up.

A dark raven’s nest sat atop a flushed face, his back bent to steer the broom faster out of the Room.

He’d rather I be crushed to death… or burn. The heat must have gotten to his ginormous head, Draco bit back a sigh, tapping the broom with his wand. The dusty old thing shot out of the doors like a lightning bolt. With a wave of Granger’s wand, the doors slammed shut, right in the Fiendfyre’s face.

Gasping for fresher air, the trio sat down against the wall, exhausted. Draco slumped to the ground nearby, after having leaned Goyle against a pillar as well. They watched, horrified, as the beautiful diadem in Harry’s hands broke apart with a scream.

The Dark Lord lost another Horcrux. Draco lost a friend. Draco also now owes Harry sodding Potter his life.

And maybe he didn’t mind that one bit.

“Draco… Come.”

Narcissa Malfoy’s words bounced off of the stone all around the Hogwarts courtyard. Draco curled his fists in tighter, fully aware of the hundreds of hateful eyes, as he stepped out of the crowds and made his way across the courtyard. Voldemort [no, Draco refused to call him the Dark Lord anymore, he was just a bloody maniac] began grinning, big rotten teeth as ugly as the rest of him. Instead of maybe walking into Voldemort’s outstretched arms for a bloody stupid hug, he walked on towards where the old half-giant stood, stood stock-still before the body of the one man he dared love… and fell to his knees.

Time slowed, the one tear trembling on his lashes taking ages to sneak its way down his pale, grimy face. He could hear others behind him scowling, gasping, wondering. He couldn’t care less. A hundred memories flashed through his mind within the few seconds it took for the tear to fall.

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“Malfoy. Draco, Malfoy.”

“I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”

“You wait till my father hears about this. This is servant's stuff.”

“If I didn’t know better, Draco, I’d say you were scared.”

Draco scoffed. “Scared, Potter?” He spat the name as if it were a curse. Which it was. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what…?”

“I thought I heard hooves…” Why did Potter’s voice sound so close…? Draco looked down to find he had subtly hidden behind the boy. Throwing himself further away, he shuddered. “N-Never mind, it’s probably nothing.”

Draco felt satisfied to turn the context around this time. “Scared, Potter?”

“You wish.” The Gryffindor’s eyes glowed with determination and anger. It pissed Draco off, seeing the anger he felt every time he saw Potter, reflected back. Was he mad over what happened with the mudblood?

Tsk. Draco swore to use the worst jinxes he could think of. “SERPENSORTIA!”

A Firebolt crashed into the pit, smashing into smithereens.

“Potter’s broom!” Parkinson smirked.

“Look!” A roar of cries ran across the stands as a limp body came crashing down beside the broom. The Headmaster raised his hand just in time: Harry Potter now lay mid-air, body as limp as a… a corpse.

Draco shook himself, correcting his expression into his most smug smirk yet, wary of his classmates jeering at the unconscious Seeker.

“Potter. Potter! Is it true that you fainted?”

Somebody at his table mimicked a dramatic faint, mocking Potter. The rest of the Slytherins cracked up, sniggering beside him, reminding Draco to stay in character. “I mean…” he scoffed, flashing a scornful grin. “You actually fainted?”

Weasley pulled a face at them, Granger pulled an annoyed Potter away, an arm wrapped tight around his back. Draco frowned.

“Barely started and you’re already tripping! Ow!” Draco muffled a shriek as Pansy stepped harder on his foot. Snarky Parkinson retaliated, making him laugh. Oh how wonderful the night would have been had he kept his eyes away from the centre of the dance floor. For right beside where Diggory was twirling Chang, Potter was watching him: judging, probably. In a way, it could have been satisfying: the Gryffindor Patil girl was all over him, but his eyes were on Draco.

Except they were scrunched up in hurt.

Almost like… Almost like Potter was hurt to see Draco dancing with somebody else…

It confused Draco. And Draco hated being confused.

“Father will kill you, Father will kill you,” Draco chanted inwardly — begging himself to not punch Umbridge in the ear. Sure, she was sodding torturing Potter. But his father really would kill him if he went against the Ministry…

Draco, for the first time in his life, regretted ever being born a Malfoy.

“No,” Draco denied recognising the captive. He wasn’t lying. The Potter he knew was breathtaking in his own Potter-y way, not blown up and blue like this wretch crouching before him. But he’d know those pretty eyes anywhere — but neither did his prick of a father (whom he now officially loathed), nor his unhinged aunt deserve to know that.

Besides, the trouble was worth it when Potter gazed back at him with nothing but pure gratitude.

Draco sat against the wall, watching the Horcrux break apart. The diadem was beautiful. It wasn’t worth Crabbe’s life, though. Voldemort was a sick scoundrel, just like his father.

Potter and Malfoy clashed eyes for a bare minute.

I save you, you saved me. Guess we’re even now. Nothing more between us.

Something snapped inside him. He had hoped the life debt would have dragged on a bit longer.

Draco nodded silently, pulled Goyle up, and stumbled away, sulking.

✦ ✧ ★ ☆ ✶ ✡︎ ✦ ✧ ★ ☆ ✶ ✡︎

Draco shook his blond head, refusing to cry. Potter — no, Harry — had once looked so innocent and charming and bright. The day he had first seen the frizzy-haired boy, Harry had been full of toothy smiles and sparkling green eyes.

“Draco~” Bellatrix’s voice twisted his nerves.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Voldemort hissed. “The boy’s dead!”

No. He refused to believe the light was gone.

Without a second’s hesitation, his wand shot out a brilliant blue hex towards the wraith.

A round of gasps. A very satisfactory “Ha!” from the only Weasley twin left.

“That’s right. Harry’s not dead, not to us.” Longbottom? The sound of a sword being pulled out.

And with a loud ‘Thud!’ the body in Hagrid’s arms rolled over. Draco’s arms shot out simply on instinct, catching the body just in time.

Green eyes stared up at his, wide in shock and glistening in… relief. Quiet joy. A very silent ‘Oh, there you are.’

Draco scoffed in response. As if I’m the one who returned from death. “Get up!” He shouted, pulling them both to their feet as Longbottom, Granger and the Weasleys led the Light Army into attack, while cheering for the Boy Who Did Indeed Live.

Lucius Malfoy was fuming. Oh, the glee in Draco’s heart.

He’d have to fight now, try and sneak his mother away too. He’ll find his way back to Harry later. Just like he always did.

“You know,” Parvati Patil stretched her arm (which was covered in shiny bangles up to her elbow). “I really did think Ron would be the first to marry from our lot. Who’d have thought his little sister would beat him to it?”

Draco Malfoy scoffed, taking another sip from his white wine. It was a wonder a Weasley wedding even HAD the muggle drink — just as much of a wonder it was for anybody else to see a Malfoy enjoying it. “He’s a bloody idiot. I wouldn’t be surprised if he hasn’t even asked Granger yet.”

“Right?!” Parvati burst into laughter. “So dense, honestly! Oh, but I’m so happy for the girls! Aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, there she comes! Hello, pretty bride!”

Luna Lovegood waved, giggling, her blond locks flying in the summer breeze. “Hi! You know, I had somebody ask me if the gentleman over there was my brother.” She chuckled, patting Draco’s head for no reason.

“I wouldn’t mind being a Lovegood,” he swirled his glass.

“Join the family?” Luna grinned.

“Too late,” he held up his left hand, flaunting the sparkling silver ring.

“Put it down, put it down! The aura of richness is blinding me,” Ginny Weasley cried, linking arms with her new wife, pulling a face at Draco. “Hey, Parvati, come dance with us!”

“I will, in a bit.”

“Malfoy, find your drunk fiancé and come dance, yeah?” She asked, already dragging Luna away to join the others.

Draco watched them leave in silence before downing the rest of his glass. “So.”

“So?”

“Have you found your… person?” He felt awkward asking after Lavender Brown, given it was Greyback, one of his father’s old lackeys, that bit her.

“Lav? No. I think I’m close, though. Maybe I’ll find her soon, and bring her to your wedding this winter,” she sighed with a distant gaze.

“Maybe.”

“Have you found yours?” She smiled knowingly. Draco falling to his knees over Harry’s corpse had indeed been quite the dramatic memory for everybody present.

Draco smiled back (he had learnt it felt oddly good to do that), eyes drifting over to spot Harry laughing his heart out with Neville Longbottom. “I have.” He placed his glass on a floating table nearby and rose to his feet. “Excuse me,” he bowed to the lady before strutting across the tent to find his partner. “Ahem.”

“Oh!” Harry jumped. “Hello, Dray~”

“You’re drunk as hell.”

“Wasn’t me! I tried to stop him,” Neville held up his hands in surrender, slinking away to escape.

Draco sighed. “I was about to ask you to a dance but… You’re a mess.”

“Am not! I can dance!”

“Yeah? And if you fall?”

“You can catch me!”

Draco chuckled. Harry seemed to like being caught by him, ever since the day of the Battle. “Fine. Let’s go, your ex is waiting.”

“Hey, we both have our own beautiful blondie partners now,” Harry laughed.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Draco gripped his hand as Harry dragged him off to the dance floor, his heart soaring with joy, feeling himself falling for him all over again.

He had once been mad at the universe for this. For making him fall in love with Harry James Potter: so despicably, idiotically, and wholly in love.

Now, he could only be grateful for the ring he now wore, the hand he now held… the heart he now owned.

Somewhere in the back of the tent, sat a lonely Weasley twin. Chink! A coin rolled along the floor to rest at the Weasley’s feet.

George sucked in a gasp, picking it up. “Five galleons,” he muttered to himself. He looked up just in time to see Harry dragging Malfoy to the dance floor, joining Ginny and Luna, and Ron and Hermione. He chuckled, a tear slithering down. “Told you I’d win, Fred,” he patted the empty seat next to him. “Bet closed.”

#drarry #draco x harry #lots of pining #just a little angst #(a lot of angst)#the boy who lived #the boy who had no choice #but draco makes the right choice in the end #gryffindor wedding fluff #except with luna and draco #luna is one of the brides #draco is the other bride's ex's fiancé #harry potter fic

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redhairedgirl95 · 1 year

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Would Brandon’s parents ever see Stellas parents argue

There are parents and parents

Set during season 3 episode 1

“Do you need me to accompany you, Anne?”

“Oh no, Stella. I just need to fetch my shawl and I’ll be back right away.” Anne smiled.

“Okay. We’ll be by the main fountain.” Stella said, smiling at her.

Brandon took her hand and they started walking across the gardens, with Lucas behind them, chatting with Samson and Cyrus about Solarians and Eraklyans different fighting techniques.

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She remembered where their room was, or she thought she did. She was fairly certain it was on the fourth floor, but which hallway? Solaria’s royal palace was much bigger than Eraklyon’s, and it had a completely different room scheme, but maybe …

“It’s official! You are out of your fucking mind!”

Anne stopped to a halt when a woman’s voice filled the dimly lit corridor. She was definitely arguing with someone, but that someone kept his voice much lower than hers.

“And I thought you’d reached the peak of idiocy when you granted her a place at the castle.”

“Luna! Remember your place!” It seemed the person she was talking to was no longer able to hold his temper, and, having heard that voice, now Anne had a pretty good idea who those two people were.

“I may no longer be Queen, but I know she will never be one. Bed her all you want, but don’t marry her. You’ll regret it.” Former Queen Luna said, each word a block of ice.

“You have no business judging me.” King Radius replied. “You have all the freedom you want. Shouldn’t I be allowed the same privilege?”

“You are the King of the most powerful realm in all of Magix! You can’t just marry whoever you fancy!”

“Because it’s not possible that Cassandra likes me for me and not for my title, of course.” His tone was even colder that hers. “She’s not you, you know.”

“Twenty years of marriage and this is what you think of me.” She slammed the door open. “Tell Stella I won’t be attending her ball. I can’t stand being in the King’s presence.”

“Luna, come back here!” He ordered, but she had already left the room, coming face to face with …

“Move.” Luna ordered, just as Radius reached her in the hallway and noticed …

“Anne.” He bit his tongue.

Anne bowed, first to him and then to her. “Your Majesty.” She said twice.

Luna looked at her ex-husband, waiting for him to make the proper introductions.

“Luna, this is Anne. She is Stella’s boyfriend’s mother. I told you they’d be staying at the Palace …”

Brandon’s mother. “Of course.” The former Queen regained her composure as if she hadn’t just been caught screaming at her ex-husband by a commoner. “Nice to meet you, Anne. Stella tells me you’re Eraklyon’s best seamstress. I look forward to seeing some of your work. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my car is waiting.”

“Of course, Your Highness.” She bowed once again, and Luna left without turning back.

“Is there anything you need?” Radius asked Anne, once Luna had disappeared down the stairs. Literally.

“I was just looking for my bedroom.”

“Two hallways down, to the left.” He answered.

“Thank you. Goodnight, Your Majesty.”

He nodded his head and left into the opposite direction.

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“What took you so long?” Lucas asked, once Anne finally joined them by the fountain.

“I’ll tell you later.” She replied, heading straight for Stella, who was sitting on the edge of the fountain with Brandon.

“Anne!” The princess smiled, but was a bit confused once she saw she didn’t have what she’d gone to look for. “You don’t have your shawl …”

Anne hugged her tight. “I love you, dear. We all do, you know?”

Stella stood still for a moment, surprised by that gesture, but then she hugged her too. “I … I love you too.”

Anne took a step back and caught a tear that was trailing down her own cheek.

“Mom, are you all right?” Brandon asked, confused.

“I’m perfectly fine, darling. And I can’t wait to learn all about tonight’s sky.” She added, looking at the Princess again.

Stella smiled and led the way, taking Brandon’s hand. “Then come with me! We’ll have a better view from there.”

Lucas and Anne followed them. “So?” He whispered.

“I’ve seen Stella’s parents. It wasn’t a pleasant meeting.” She replied. “Let’s make sure her ball is a huge success, okay?”

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tomkiesche · 2 years

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lmffeu · 2 years

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512 Maybe Because When a Child I Was Always Terrorised Aliens Could Arrive, This Early Morning I Thought About UFOs When I Saw that Ball of Light on the Horizon... Then I Remembered the News About "Super Luna Tonight" and I've Discovered My 10x Zoom Phone Camera is not So Super... So I Had a Picture of Jovis Instead of the Moon. Cool, no? 😂 [Don't Shoot Pictures and Drive Series] (presso A27 - Conegliano) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf-7sAmMgi6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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r1ntaros · 3 years

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home // c.jh

Pairing: mafia!jongho x fem!reader

Word count: 5.7k

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Warning/s: language, mentions of weapons, food, blood and kissing

Prompts:

17 - “I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it.”

41 - “Don’t touch that.” five minutes later. “Oh, I… uhm… I broke it.”

47 - “Is that… is that your blood?

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Jongho woke up to a commotion happening downstairs. Now out of his bed, he can’t hear anything but the sounds of rushed footsteps and loud speaking voices. Everyone is rushing, the aroma of food lingering around and most importantly, Park Seonghwa, his boss, barking orders to every single household worker as they do the job he asked them to. He tried to peek down but his grogginess is getting the best of him, taking a lazy peek and nearly slipping down the railings if he hadn’t caught himself in time.

He heard another footsteps coming from his right so he took a glance, only to see his half-brother, Yunho, walking towards him with a bright look on his face. It seems like he’s been awake for quite some time now because he’s already dressed in a soft blue cashmere sweater and a black ripped jeans. Confused with his surroundings, Jongho asked, “You’re awake early, what’s happening downstairs?”

His older brother shrugged, “You know.. Just getting ready,”

“Getting ready for what?” Jongho tried to remember his schedule, thinking if he had missed another day for another mission but all he can remember is the biggest ball happening three weeks from now.

Yunho must’ve sensed his confusion and he ruffled his younger brother’s hair, “The little princess is coming home so everyone’s preparing for it.” He tried to comb his hair just to make it look a little bit presentable and added, “Seonghwa hyung let you sleep in more so that you’ll at least be prepared for your one and only love’s arrival.”

Jongho swatted his hands away and glared at his brother, “You could’ve woken me up so I’ll have more time to freshen up.”

“Well, you’re awake now so go!” His older brother pushed him back in his room, adding a little bit more force making him stumble in the floor. If he hadn’t caught himself in time, you’ll see a sleepy Choi Jongho trying to stand up after getting face planted.

He did his morning routine but this time with extra caution. As much as possible, he wants to impress the woman he’s been trying to bag ever since he met her as a kid. He undid his hair a lot of times until just settling to putting it in a slick back manner.

Maybe she likes men who show their foreheads now, he thought as he carefully gelled up his baby hairs.

He settled for a plain black shirt and a black pants to go with so it wouldn’t be too obvious that he’s dressing up for her. He took one last glance of himself and when he’s finally content, he made his way downstairs.

Seonghwa was the first person to see him while he’s in the middle of feeding his own child. He noticed that Jongho styled his hair a bit more than he usually does making him smirk. He calculated Jongho’s activities before calling him out, “Hey apple boy.”

Jongho froze a bit then glared at his boss, “I thought I made it clear to stop calling me that?”

Satisfied with the reaction, Seonghwa just laughed, smiling when his daughter giggled at the sound of her father laughing. He stroked her cheek with his finger then gave Jongho a piercing look to which the other returned, “I have a test for you though.”

Jongho slightly tensed but Seonghwa proceeded to speak, “I would like to know where your loyalty lies.”

Turning his back and continuing his cereal shenanigans, Jongho answered, “My loyalty is dedicated to your sister.”

Seonghwa couldn’t help but laugh, deeming Jongho as a keeper, “Welcome to the family, apple boy.” He said as he placed the dishes his own little family used for eating.

The younger slammed his hand at the table as he yelled, “Stop calling me that!”

Seonghwa’s little daughter just giggled and pointed at her uncle and said, “Apple boy!” Earning laughs from the people around them, specifically his friends.

Jongho just lets out a sigh knowing that he doesn’t have the heart to fight his little niece.

“Is she really going to arrive today?” Jongho’s glad that it was San who first snapped out of his impatience as they’ve been doing nothing but sitting in the living room as they wait for Seonghwa’s little sister to arrive.

The older brother himself is just as impatient as he glanced at his phone and frowned, “She told me she’s arriving today.”

Wooyoung let out a huff and said, “I swear if she doesn’t arrive I’m gonna eat the steak all by myself!”

However, as if by miracle, the sound of engine revving outside could be heard and the main security of the manor started barking out orders to those who were outside. Seonghwa’s daughter stood up first and ran to the door, her father following her then the rest.

Truly, outside, is the person they’ve all been waiting for. Helping the workers unload her things even if they didn’t ask for her help. She noticed the commotion at the front door and immediately rushed as her big brother who opened his arms for her to run into.

“I missed you!” She squealed as she tightened her hold in his waist, earning a groan from Seonghwa, “You became more handsome, big bro. Fatherhood suits you.” It earned a smile from Seonghwa who planted a kiss on her forehead as a welcome.

Her niece then started jumping up and down, “Auntie y/n!” She squealed, her arms raised, “Auntie y/n!”

The female smiled and lifted her up and poked her nose, “Hello, little Luna. I brought lots of gifts for you!”

Luna lets out a happy sound as Seonghwa sighed and took his own daughter in his arms. She was welcomed by the others who she fooled around with until she saw the man that she’s been wanting to see ever since she found out that she can finally go home.

“Hey, Jongho.” She said with a smile on her face to which the other returned, “Hi.”

And then silenced followed them after that.

No one dared to speak as they just stared at each other.. the others expecting a lot more than just the greetings but they grew impatient, especially San and groaned, “Guys, for the love of God, stop eye fucking each other!”

“We’re not eye fucking!” Jongho defended as he glared at the older, “It’s what you call appreciating each other’s presence.”

The others just laughed at his lame attempt at defending himself and Hongjoong just place his hand on his shoulders and said, “Since the both of you are appreciating each other’s presence, we would also appreciate it if you accompany our lovely y/n from Paris to her own room so she can rest.”

It’s been a good two weeks ever since y/n had arrived and to say that things are going crazy is a total understatement especially since it’s Jongho who usually gets involved.

One time it was in the middle of the night, somewhere around 3am when she disturbed Jongho in the middle of his gaming hours and said, “Jongho, I need you to accompany me to Mcdonald's and steal a thousand of their chicken nuggets.”

Jongho gave her a weird look, “I don’t think that’s legal,” he said making the girl whine and say, “You’ve done much more worst illegal things than what I-”

Not letting her finish her tantrum party, Jongho took his black card out of his wallet and said, “But we can work around it. Instead of stealing, how about I buy you the hundred pieces of chicken nuggets?”

Y/n just pouted and negotiated, “Two hundred?”

The male let out a sigh of defeat and said, “Fine. Let’s go.”

She let out a squeal full of excitement and instead of going back to her room to grab some warm clothes, she opened Jongho’s wardrobe to grab one of his hoodies and wear it.

Jongho admits, she looks good with it but he just wants to tease her, “Hey, you’re not allowed to wear my clothes.”

“Wha-” She had a look of disbelief in her face, “Since when?!” She screeched making the male in front of her laugh.

“Ever since you chose Paris over me.”

An exasperated gasp was heard between the two of them then suddenly, Jongho’s holding a clinging y/n, “Jongie, I’m so sorry but you know I’m doing it for our future babies.”

Jongho furiously blushed but he raised an eyebrow, “Future babies?”

“Yes, the future offspring of ours.”

“What makes you think that I want an offspring with you?” He deadpanned making the girl in his arms whine again, “C’mon Jjong, I know you love me.”

“I don’t.”

“You do!”

“Nope.” He said popping the p out.

Y/n whined even more, “You doooo!” She insisted with a pout.

Jongho broke his facade and laughed, “Okay maybe I do.”

She gasped and gave him an expression like she’s been scandalized, “Maybe?! Just maybe?!”

“I’m still not sure about it,” Jongho teased and puts her down on the floor, “Now, nuggets?”

She squealed and immediately made her way downstairs faster than Jongho making him laugh.

God she’s infuriating but I love her a lot, he thought with a smile as he grabbed his car keys and made his way downstairs where his little nuisance was waiting for him.

It was around 9:30pm when their meeting ended. Jongho has made his way out of the planning room and proceeded to go to his own room to freshen up and play some games.

He immediately started a hot shower and did his own little concert at the same time. Deeming his tensed muscles are finally loose, his vocal cords strained and his body thoroughly cleaned, he went out of the bathroom to get changed only to scream in shock when he saw y/n sitting down in his gaming chair, looking equally shocked as him.

“Goodness Jongho, for a mafia assassin you sure do get scared easily.” Y/n said when she had finally calmed down from the initial shock her crush had given her.

Jongho glared at her and defended himself, “Who wouldn't get shocked if I suddenly saw an intruder in my room with my computer turned on, especially when I don’t remember turning it on.”

Y/n just let out a small hmph and said, “Go wear your clothes.”

“Get out.”

“No.”

Jongho deadpanned and tried to be as threatening as possible, “Are you going out or do I have to throw you myself out.”

Y/n squirmed in her seat and retorted, “But your gaming chair is so comfy!” She then lit up and said, “You go get dressed while I play phasmophobia!”

“Are you sure you’re going to play phasmophobia?” The male asked with a smirk and couldn’t help but laugh at the eager nod he received as he got dressed.

—

After playing one round of phasmophobia, Jongho holds a shaken up y/n as they eat their midnight snacks and watches the movie he put up on his TV.

Jongho couldn’t help but laugh at her state, “Don’t say I didn’t ask you if you were sure about playing it.”

Y/n sniffled, “Shut up, I didn’t know it was that scary.”

He just giggled and planted a kiss on the crown of her head, “Want to sleep here and cuddle or do you want me to carry you to your room and keep you company until you fall asleep?”

Tightening her hold on his waist, she shook her head, “Want to sleep here and your cuddles.” She answered, making Jongho smile softly and said, “I’m here baby, now go eat your fries.”

The next day, y/n stayed a bit more in his room after waking up as she watched her favorite anime on Jongho’s huge TV. He can’t blame her though, Seonghwa hasn’t set up her whole room so it’s kind of boring and dead still.

Jongho was once again in the shower, freshening himself up. She waited for thirty minutes and that’s when a freshly bathed Jongho, wearing a plain white shirt and sweatpants, emerged from the bathroom.

He planted a kiss on her cheek and said, “I’ll be right back.”

It seemed like he caught her attention as she pouted in his direction, “Where the fuck are you going?”

He snorted, “I’m just gonna go to the storage room and have one of my guns fixed.” He replied as he grabbed a bag that was hidden under his closet, “I swear I’ll be right back.”

“Can I not just come with you?”

With her sporting a puppy eyed look, Jongho knows that he can’t resist her. He lets out a sigh, “Fine, as long as you don’t do anything stupid or accidentally shoot me in the head or something.”

—

Y/n, somehow, did ended up doing something stupid.

But it wasn’t as severe as he had expected her to do.

Jongho sometimes forgot that she’s like a child who needs to be under supervision.

He was just having one of his guns cleaned, entertaining y/n by answering her questions regarding the mafia life that Seonghwa refuses to get her involved when she looked at one of the enormous pistols that’s currently in Jongho’s ownership.

Not missing a beat, he warned her, “Hey, don’t touch that.” Thinking that she listened to him like an obedient girl she is, he went to the back room to grab more stuff to clean his weapons and fix the gun that had y/n’s attention earlier.

He went back to the main room and was satisfied to see y/n sitting down on one of the couches Jongho told her so. He proceeded to clean his stuff and five minutes later, he decided to fix the gun.

Looking around, he asked, “Y/n, where’s the gun?”

The girl had a terrified look on her face and Jongho knew, he just knew that something had happened, “Oh, I uhm..” She stuttered, refusing to meet Jongho in the eyes, “I broke it.”

“How the fuck-” Jongho shook his head, “You know what, never mind. Just show me where you placed it then I’ll see what I can do.”

Y/n pointed at the drawer and Jongho opened it then examined the gun she claimed that she broke.

It only ended up getting even more loose on the part where the shells should be inserted and Jongho fixed it without having any more problems and y/n watching him do his work obediently.

A day before the mafia’s big day, Jongho was called by Seonghwa in the office. It’s only 7am that time so him being summoned by the big boss at his office at this early hour means that it’s a serious matter. He was given thirty minutes to freshen himself up but this time, he resorted to washing his face, brushing his teeth and breaking an apple into half using his bare hands.

He knocked at Seonghwa’s office, hearing a muffled squeal from Luna inside and then the door was opened, “Good morning uncle Jjongi!” She squealed and he placed his index finger in his lips and said, “Indoor voice, Luna. Not everyone is awake yet.”

The young girl placed her hand on her mouth, a muffled “oops” coming from her as she immediately rushed back to her playpen inside her father’s office.

He entered the office silently, only seeing Seonghwa with his hair down unlike his usual slicked back hairdo with his eyeglasses perked up in his nose. However, he wasn’t alone. Y/n was sitting in one of his couches in the office, hugging her knees close to her chest, looking as problematic as her brother.

“Did something happen?” He asked as he gave y/n the other half of the apple he’s holding, receiving a silent thank you from her. Jongho gave her a small smile then diverted his attention to her brother as he sat down on the chair in front of his table, “A penny for your thoughts, hyung?”

Seonghwa removed his glasses and massaged his temple and said, “Someone has y/n’s information and was planning to attack here in the manor by the time we leave tomorrow for the ball.” He opened a folder containing the files and information regarding the plotted attack, “I don’t know what to do. I’m planning to bring her along with us but that means she can get totally exposed to the mafia world. If I were to leave her alone here, it’s quite risky because you know.. Despite this place being my second guarded establishment, there’s still a 1% chance out of 99 that it can still be infiltrated. I can’t just make any of you stay here with her because that means I have to redo the plan for tomorrow.”

Jongho weighed his options for a while and said, “You actually can leave one of us here instead, hyung.”

Seonghwa looked at him as if he had grown another head, “You know I don’t function well when the eight of us are not complete. I even have to bring Yeosang alone with us even if he works in the mafia’s internal functions!”

“Yes I know, but think about it. Will you rather not function properly or live along, carrying the guilt that you could’ve saved your sister’s life by letting at least one of us stay here?” Jongho took one big bite of the remaining edible parts of his apple and threw it in the bin near Luna, making the girl amazed that her uncle was able to shoot it right there, “You’re bringing Luna and your wife back to her brother’s territory right? Why don’t I drop them off to her brother’s territory so I can bring y/n with me then we’ll go to my penthouse in the downtown.”

The mafia boss looked baffled, “You’re volunteering yourself to stay?!” He exclaimed and scoffed, “Jongho out of all people you-”

“Play the most important part in the mafia, I know.” He then glanced at y/n who just shrunk at her place even more, “But y/n plays the most important part in my life and I just want her to be safe.” Jongho said it in a quiet voice, enough for only Seonghwa to hear but he forgot how Seonghwa had told his own daughter to listen sharply in conversations and use her sharp ears well. It’s helpful most of the time but it brings them in trouble.

And now is one of those times. Luna suddenly gasped and pointed at Jongho, “Uncle Jjongie likes auntie!” She shrieks and clapped with a cute smile of hers, “Cousin, I want a baby cousin!”

Seonghwa face palmed himself, “Oh my goodness,” he then picked up Luna and placed him on his lap, “Luna what did daddy tell you before?”

Luna pouts and plays with her father’s hand, “Never get involved with adult conversation.”

Her father smiled and kissed the side of her head, “Don’t do that again, okay?” Luna nodded. “Oki, daddy.”

He then gave Jongho a look who now had his face planted on the desk and he took a quick glance at his sister who seemed shocked by the sudden revelation. He pats Jongho in his forearm, “Since Luna caused a bit of an issue, I think letting you go with my sister wouldn’t hurt the mafia a bit.” A small smile suddenly broke out in his face, “Besides, you said that your loyalty lies within my sister. Now, prove it to me.”

“No daddy, I want to go with you!” Luna tightened her hold on her father as tears streamed down her cute little face. Seonghwa held a pained look in his face as he tried his best to not fall for his daughter’s whines. He sat her down on the seat of Jongho’s audi and wiped her face, “Baby, you’ll be seeing me in three days time again. For now be good to your mom, okay?”

Luna nodded but then she asked, “Will mommy miss you too?”

Seonghwa’s wife laughed and planted a kiss on her daughter’s cheek, “Of course baby, mommy will miss daddy too. For now, be good to uncle Jongho and entertain him as he drives us to uncle Inseong’s place, okay?” Luna agreed to her mother’s statement, already standing near the driver’s seat where Jongho and y/n silently sat.

The tension between the two of them is not awkward but it’s full of repressed feelings that haven't been let out in the air. Jongho felt y/n’s hand crawling its way to his and gave it a squeeze of reassurance that they’ll talk and Jongho felt relieved that she’s willing to do so.

Now that Seonghwa had finished his temporary farewells to his little family, he went to Jongho’s side and smiled at him, “Take care of yourselves. I want my family to come back to me alive and whole.”

Jongho gave him a sincere smile, “I will, hyung. Finish the mission safely and look after my other big brother. Yunho can be quite clumsy when he’s on a killing streak.” They both laughed at that but still got an affirmation from his boss.

With finality, Jongho started to drive away from the manor.

He first dropped off Luna and her mother to the Kim territory before driving to his penthouse that is only used for undercover purposes or for times like this. It isn’t the first time that Jongho has his life on the line hence the reason why he doesn’t abandon this penthouse despite having been obligated to live in the manor.

He safely parked his car in his reserved parking space and helped y/n with her things. They didn’t talk, but it wasn’t an awkward silence as well. They rode the elevator that led to the highest floor in the building and Jongho punched in the password. Once his access was granted, he went inside along with y/n.

The girl behind him is so fascinated, “You own a place like this, wow.”

Jongho just smiled and put their bags down in the living room, “Your brother pays well.”

“How long do we have to stay here?” She said and ran her fingers in the framed pictures of him and his family along with his friends who now play the huge part in the mafia, “I kind of just want to stay here with you.” She added and giggled at the silly photo of the Ateez affiliates, especially when her own brother looked so offended with San and Wooyoung fooling around with him in the picture.

Jongho went behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He had done this a lot of times before but his affection hits differently now, “We can stay here as long as we want but Seonghwa said the maximum is one week.”

Plenty of time to talk, y/n thought and she glanced at Jongho over her shoulder, “Tired?” She asked and played with his hair.

The other shook his head a no, “Just enjoying your presence?”

“Should we move this to the bedroom?”

Jongho kept himself at a distance after that statement and looked at her teasingly, “I thought we’re going to talk?”

Y/n looked at him in disbelief, “Get your mind out of the gutter, we’re going to talk in the bedroom.” She said and elbowed Jongho at his side, earning a yelp of pain from him. She lets out a giggled and strutted towards what she assumed as Jongho’s room, the other just following her and guiding her when she nearly entered the wrong room.

Making herself comfortable in his bed, she called out for him, “Jjongie, cuddle me.”

Jongho lets out an amused snort, “I thought we’re going to talk?”

The female just glared at him and said, “We can cuddle while talking, you fucking asshole.” She pulled her down with him and said, “Beside, right after this talk we’ll be doing this a lot more.. hopefully.”

Jongho positioned himself properly and said, “Okay, what do you want to talk about first?”

Y/n did not speak for a while until she giggled, “Remember when we were kids? You gave me the last chocolate because you don't like sweets?”

The other laughed and ran his hand through her hair, “I remembered how you squealed so loud that your parents thought I was bullying you or something.” He suddenly breaks out into a smile, “I thought I was gonna die or something but then you helped me.”

She then took his other free hand and played with it, “We spent a lot of time growing up.”

“I know, we went through a lot of pain but I think the most painful one was when your parents announced that you have to go to Paris to study.” Jongho remembers that day clearly. He remembered how he comforted y/n as she cried into his arms, not wanting to leave her best friend behind.

But Jongho assured her, despite him getting teary, that he’ll wait for her no matter how long it takes for her to come back.

Jongho’s glad he did or else he wouldn’t have her here in his arms.

“You know, y/n, every single waking day without you, I always think of you. If you’re having fun, if you’re eating well or taking care of yourself. I even thought once if you’ve started dating someone and if you did, are you happy with him?” Jongho looked down only to see her looking up at him with eyes full of adoration, “Every single day, my feelings have not faded. I always planned the day where I’m going to tell you that I want to be with you. If you decided to go back to Paris, I’m willing to go back with you.”

“Jjongie, you’re being too serious.” Y/n teased as he poked his abdomen.

“You said we’re going to talk. You know that Luna just exposed me so I figured we’re going to talk about that.” He then huffed, “That brat.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my niece like that. She’s a sweetheart.”

“Yeah but her father spoils her too much. If she’s not just cute I would’ve flicked her forehead already.”

Y/n just laughed and then suddenly squirmed. She relocated herself and straddled Jongho’s hips, “I like you too.”

Jongho smirked, “Oh yeah?”

She rolled her eyes at him, “When I said I want to have babies with you, I really mean it.”

Wanting to teased her more, Jongho urged, “Really? I thought we were just platonic flirting?”

“Choi Jongho!”

“Alright, I’m just kidding, come here.” He said and pulled her close to his chest. “From now on, I’m going to protect you with my whole being. I’ll swear on it up until the day that I die.”

“So it means you’re my boyfriend now, right?”

“It’s so lame but yes.”

Y/n just hummed contentedly and planted small kisses on his jaw, making him laugh, “If you want to give me kisses might as well do it on my li–”

He was suddenly cut off when he was silenced by a hungry kiss. He was taken aback but he reciprocated it in no time after he came up with the initial shock. His hands traveled down her waist until he reached the hem of the hoodie she was wearing, to which he figured was his, and inserted his hands inside of it where he could feel the warmth of her skin.

She whimpered in his mouth, making him tighten his hold on her waist. Jongho felt her pinch the back of his neck which prompted him to bite her lower lip.

After they ran out of air, Jongho sat her properly in the bed and asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Thank you for your service.” Jongho bowed at the cashier who gave him no interest as he carried the plastic bag that contains their cup noodles, chips, sweets and drinks. He cupped his pants and some places in his body, making sure that his weapons are well hidden and secured.

Once he deemed himself secretly armed, he immediately went out and walked towards where his car was parked only to be grabbed by a hand to which he tried to resist until he felt a blade press towards his side.

“Where is she, Choi?”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about. Who are you?”

He heard the person behind him and dug their knife deeper in his side. He felt his own skin break, followed by a sting but Jongho still refused to talk about her.

“Tell me, Jongho then I’ll spare your life.”

He did not move but either way he slightly moved away from the knife and tried to move away but the person was able to match his speed which earned him a deep gash on his side. He groaned in pain but then earned him the upper hand as he landed a solid punch on the guy’s face and pulled out his knife strapped on his thighs and pushed it deep on the person’s side until they’re bleeding themselves out.

He immediately rushed to his car, not forgetting the plastic bag and drove himself as quickly as possible back to his penthouse.

—

Y/n was just chilling in the bedroom when he heard the door harshly open, making her jump from her spot.

Curious about the commotion, she went out and saw Jongho clutching his sides and muttering curses under his breath.

“Jongho? What happened?”

The guy in question looked at her and managed a smile, “Hey,” he croaked out weakly, “I bought us food.”

She studied the man in front of her and noticed that the side he’s clutching has crimson liquid coming out of his sides. With fear and concern overcoming her senses, she dumbly asked, “Is that… is that your blood?”

Jongho still managed to let out a weak laugh, “Don't go on shock with me, baby and help me.” He said and walked slowly, “Come on, doctor y/n. Don’t go useless on me.”

Letting out a deep sigh she said, “Right. Come on, let’s bring you to the bathroom.”

—

Immediately tending to her lover’s wounds, y/n made sure to take care of her well. The adrenaline rushed out of Jongho’s body immediately knocking him out to sleep.

Sighing deeply, she stared at his peaceful face. She knows that this is one of the risks of dating Jongho. She has to face that every single day, there’s a threat in their lives and a gun pointed at their heads. But either way, when it happens, she’s willing to tend him until death.

Her stupor was broken when she heard her own phone ringing. She stared at the caller’s ID first and let out a sigh of relief when she saw that it’s her own brother calling.

“Hey, Hwa.” She greeted, a small smile making its way to y/n’s face, “Are you safe? How did it go?”

“It went successful,” Seonghwa said, triumph evident in his voice, “How are you and Jongho? You can now go home anytime. Yunho and the others were also able to eliminate the gang going after you.”

Y/n frowned as Jongho squirmed beside her and involuntarily let out a groan of pain, “I’m good but we might come home after three days. Jongho needs to rest.”

“Huh? What happened to him?”

“Got stabbed at his side and it’s quite deep. He lost some blood too, but don’t worry, I immediately tended him.”

Silence enveloped the two of them for a while until Seonghwa spoke, “Thank you y/n. I don’t know what he’ll do if you’re not there with him.”

“It’s nothing Hwa.” She smiled and then suddenly remembered something, “Oh by the way, I have something to ask you that I’ve been wanting to ever since I arrived.”

“Sure, hit me up.”

“Can I apply as the mafia’s doctor?”

“Captain Luna is speaking. Say your names, over!”

“Agent golden retriever is here, over.”

“Daddy night fury is here, over.”

“Mommy light fury is here, over!”

“Uncle mountain, over.”

“Wooyu uncle is here Captain Luna, reporting for duty!”

“Uncle Joongie here, little night light.”

“Uncle hehetmon is currently on duty!”

“Uncle Minki reporting to princess Luna for duty.”

Most of them had answered Luna from the walkie talkie but Seonghwa watched his own daughter frown and say, “Where is uncle Jelly Bear? Has anyone heard of Uncle Jelly Bear?”

There was no answer from the others and Seonghwa frowned. Jongho and y/n are supposed to be away for only a week but it’s already nearing a two, making Luna miss both of them terribly. Y/n always made sure to give him an update about Jongho’s recovery but the last few days, he received nothing.

Maybe they’re just too busy with each other.

He was cut off from his thoughts when his daughter let out a frustrated scream as her tears fell and threw the walkie talkie in her hand when she received no answer from Jongho.

Seonghwa immediately went to her side to calm her down when static signals were suddenly heard and a voice spoke, “Sorry, Uncle Jelly Bear was late but he’s home!”

Saved from another temper tantrum, Seonghwa thought as he carried Luna and talked to her, “Uncle Jjongie’s home baby, let’s go downstairs to meet them or do you want to wait for them to come up here and report to daddy?”

Luna pointed at the door and said, “Go downstairs please, daddy.”

Seonghwa smiled, “What a polite girl you are.”

The father and daughter duo immediately went downstairs just in time for them to see Jongho plant a kiss on y/n’s lips and pat her bum as he maneuvered her to the kitchen.

Luna then gasped, enough to be heard by the new couple and pointed at the two of them while looking incredulously at her dad, “Daddy, they did the thing that you and mommy do every day!”

Her father couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes baby, it’s because uncle Jongho and auntie y/n loves each other like how daddy loves your mom.”

The little girl clapped her hand excitedly and said, “Does that mean I get to have a younger cousin now?!”

Jongho tensed at the question while y/n just laughed and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at her boyfriend, “What do you say, Jongho?”

The man in question let out a pained smile, “Let’s get married first, okay?”

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hillnerd · 2 years

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For the ship and word thing; Linny and "strawberry", please? Hope you feel better soon, Hilly! *Hugs*

Thanks for the prompt and thanks for the support, friend.

It’s been a bit of a year! Sorry this took so long to get to you.

I wrote a ficlet and never got around to replying and posting it, so here we are. This is childhood gen and not really shippy- but that's what came to my brain :P

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STRAWBERRIES AND TOES

"And Fwoopers can- can swoop down and their feathers are special colors," Luna said with a great deal of authority for a five year old.

"Hmm," Ginny replied, much more interested in the lean-to she'd constructed. The blonde girl had been talking about animals for ages. Ginny wasn't even sure Luna was talking to her as she'd been staring at her rather ugly Erumpent stuffed toy the entire time

"And if you, if you follow Faerie lights to their nests and they, and they find you, you get one wish."

"A wish?" asked Ginny, turning away from her structure. "What kind of wish?"

"Oh yes," said Luna, solemnly stroking her Erumpent. "But if you, if you get a wish you lose two toes."

"No you don't," Ginny huffed, grabbing a rather large branch. It moved no more than an inch before it caught on something and refused to budge.

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"Two of the toes on your left foot," Luna repeated.

"Faeries don't give wishes."

"They do."

"No. If they did my Mummy would've wished us more money. My Mummy wouldn't have toes if we could do that."

"You can't wish for, for money with Faeries. They do other kinds of stuff."

"Like what?"

"Like to have good beans. Or to, or to have toast that never burns. Or to have strawberries."

"I do like strawberries."

"Let's follow some Faeries."

Luna said she spotted one further down the little hill near the creek. Ginny hadn't seen one, but Luna seemed to know more about Faeries than she.

"That's a faerie nest," said Luna, poking a thing that looked like a moss ball.

"We should wish for strawberries."

Luna nodded at that, and started to do a funny dance.

"You need to, to close your eyes and wish like on birthdays."

She started humming and Ginny joined her. Before long the two were giggling and turning circles until they were dizzy.

Ginny laughed as she stumbled about, finally tripping and falling onto the soft grass. She let out a gasp when she spotted, just under a small bush, a perfectly tiny wild strawberry patch.

"Luna! Our wish!"

The two rushed over to the bush and quickly devoured the small amount of red fruit, leaving their chins and hands stained.

"I'm sticky," Ginny pouted going to the creek to wash her hands.

The two followed the creek tossing bits of grass, watching as the gentle current spun the blades around in little circles here or there.

Ginny saw a wondrous big rock in the creek and attempted to jump to it. She fell just short, left foot striking the rock with a splash. Ginny fell and stared in shock.

“The faeries!” Luna cried, patting Ginny on the head in comiseration as she pointed to the blood gushing forth from her friend’s two toes.

Sob wracked Ginny as she bemoaned the loss of her two toes.

This is how Mrs Lovegood found them. She carried Ginny inside and tended to her feet as the girls told the pitiful tale of the how the faeries had made Ginny trade her toes for strawberries. No matter how the mother attempted to assuage the girls fears, and Mrs Lovegood pointed out the toes were very much there and that faeries wouldn’t trade in toes for a handful of strawberries, the girls were unconvinced.

“They might not have gotten the toes yet, but they will,” Luna announced.

“They have a taste for my blood!” Ginny added, just as certain.

Mrs Lovegood grabbed the bloody cloth she’d been dabbing Ginny’s foot with and led them all outside to a faerie circle.

She began to dance a wondrous dance that left the girls gaping and jealous at how she so elegantly did the ‘grapevine’ and the ‘mashed potato.’

With great flourish she waved the bloody cloth in the air.

“Ohhh, great faeries of the creek! We kindly beseech ye to show mercy on this wee girl. She didna ken your great power. Please accept her blood sacrifice to you in return for your most delicious strawberries. If you accept this offering, we ask you give us a sign!”

She waved the cloth vigorously, then her solemn face shifted to annoyed.

“Faeries, we would like you to give a SIGN to the LITTLE GIRLS so they KNOW that the TOES willna be TAKEN,” she declared to the garden. “NOW!”

A few moments later a small rainbow appeared a few feet away from Mr Lovegood.

“Ack! There is the sign we were looking for!” The girls applauded and grasped eachother in glee. Mrs Lovegood gave Mrs Lovegood a hearty punch in the arm, muttering, “You told them they took toes? Really? The faeries certainly took their time with that sign.”

When Ginny’s Mum arrived she was told the harrowing tale, and as Ginny took her afternoon nap she dreamt of the next great adventures she’d take with her friend Luna.

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Lost In Zero Gravity (P.15)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Fifteen) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 3,145 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior Author’s Note: The reader here is someone who celebrates Christmas, just a heads up!

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Something touched your face and you jerked awake, blinking in alarm.

“Shit, sorry,” you heard Tony say as you came to clearly. You exhaled sharply hearing his voice, relaxing back down onto the couch. He was trying not to laugh and failing. He brushed at your forehead again affectionately and said, “Look at two of my favorite girls snuggling on the couch together. A nice thing to come home to.”

You turned your head, seeing Luna was curled up behind your back against the back of the couch. Tony reached behind you, petting her. She got up immediately and crawled up onto your side to get more, stretching her back legs. Tony obliged and she stuck her tail up before hopping down to the ground and sauntering off.

“Well, she got tired of me quickly,” Tony said sounding sour. “Little bitch is holding a grudge I was gone for a week.”

You sat up and moved your pillow, waiting for him to sit down. He simpered in response, “Well, at least one of you still wants my attention.” He sat down and you laid back down, using his thigh as a pillow. “And it’s the better looking one, so that bodes well for me.”

Considering you had fallen asleep, the movie had gone back to the main menu and was playing on loop.

“Interesting choice,” Tony commented seeing it.

“Polar Express has become a classic for Christmas,” you told him seriously. “And I fell asleep on it. And I did want to watch it.” You reached for the controller and started it over.

“Is there a reason for that…? Should I be prepared to be bored?”

“I had watched about three other Christmas movies before this and I was really relaxed,” you returned.

Tony admitted, “Fair enough.” He looked around the room and said, “You really went to town on the decorations.”

“I had a lot.”

“Looks like my tree was the perfect thing for your ornaments. Perfect gift giver.”

You snorted and said, “Is that you digging for a ‘thank you’ again, Santa?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Tony answered, his hand coming to your waist. “Where are my cookies in thanks?”

You turned your head to look up at him and asked, “Do you really want me to make you some cookies? Because the only ones I can make on a whim right now are peanut butter.”

Tony smirked, gripping your side. “No, sweetheart. Thank you for being so on the ball though and ready to indulge my whims. You’re a treasure. But I ate enough desserts and bullshit at Disneyland to last me for months.”

“Did you have fun?” you asked, turning to look back as the movie started over again.

“Mhm,” Tony nodded. “Loved standing in lines for an absurd amount of time not only for rides but also for pictures with people pretending to be characters. But it made the kids happy, so that’s what counts. And before you even ask, yes I did use a Max Pass. The waiting was still atrocious.” Before you could ask anything else, he cleared his throat, “How was it here?”

“Fine,” you answered, giving a slight shrug, not offering anything else.

You were truly sore from how much sex you had been having. Steve had wanted to go at it every day the last week and he made sure it happened, alternating between rough and caring. It was lucky, for him, that his wife was gone for the majority of the week, so he was able to come here every day after he got done with business.

“Hmm, sounds like I should pry more but doesn’t sound like you also want to talk about it,” Tony commented quietly. “Conundrum.”

The feeling riled up again to speak to someone about the gala. You pushed away from him, pausing the movie, and he leaned his head back, looking at you with narrowed eyes at your sudden movement.

“Steve was really horny this week. Like every goddamn day kind of horny. So, I’m pretty sore and tired,” you told him. He rose his eyebrows in response, and you said, “You asked me to elaborate, so I am. Also, I don’t know how he’s feeling because he’s been forcing me against tables but then being gentle other times. It’s very hard to read. He really hurt my hip against the kitchen table.” Tony looked concerned, his mouth opening like he was going to ask a question, but you pressed on, wanting to mention this to him, “And that guy from Monaco was at the gala we went to and he was watching me.”

Tony cocked his head. “What?”

“Laurie. That French guy.”

That caught Tony’s attention and he asked seriously, “He was stateside? At the gala?”

“Yes. Is that not normal? Cause he was looking pretty creepy.”

For a split second, you saw genuine apprehension in his face. But, Tony cleared his throat and adjusted in just another second, the mask coming up. He forced a smile, covering up the concern that had been there moments before, and said, “It’s fine. Just weird that he was watching you is all.”

You did not believe him for apparent reasons, mainly his body language. And he changed the subject quickly, “I brought you some gifts over here in this bag, but you can’t open them until Christmas.”

Holding back a sigh that he had brushed it off so easily, you asked, “Did you wrap them?”

“No,” Tony admitted, and you frowned. He explained, “Definitely paid to have that done.” He noticed the look on your face and asked jokingly, “Is that going to be a problem? I can send them back to the park.”

“No. It’s just astounding to me that people don’t like wrapping presents. It’s one of my favorite things. Make sure they look perfect.”

He leaned over the side of the couch and dug through the bag he must have placed down when he came in. “Speaking of cookies…” He came back up with a plain box and handed it to you. “That one you can open now cause it’s perishable.”

You took it from him, opening the box to find Mickey gingerbread cookies and an assortment of other Christmas decorated fudge and cookies.

“Don’t make yourself sick,” Tony commented.

“What a dad thing to say. Have you not left that mode?” you retorted, shooting him a look.

“I see your wit hasn’t lessened. Why do you try to push my buttons?”

“Because it’s fun,” you told him and he sucked his bottom lip in at that slightly, watching you.

Taking one of the pieces of fudge, you closed the box and put it on the coffee table. You took a bite and then held out the other half to him. He leaned forward, taking it, his lips wrapping around your fingers. You smirked at the flirtation, savoring the piece in your own mouth.

“Too bad you’re feeling sore,” Tony said after he swallowed his piece. “That was mighty rude of Steve.”

“Quite,” you agreed.

“Well, we will just have to wait then. Let you get good and limber again. That should take what/ A night?” You snorted at that. “What? I can be patient. And thoughtful.”

Satisfied knowing he was not going to try to push you tonight, you laid back down, tucking yourself back under the blanket, snuggling up on his thigh.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you told him sincerely as you started the movie again.

You felt his fingers caress your side at that.

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“How was it here?” Tony asked the next day at the office, as Steve placed a coffee on his desk from the intern that had gone on a coffee run for the office.

Steve shrugged, “Alright. She was well behaved. We went to the gala. And I spoke with Richard there, got that all sorted out. He’s going to open up the port when we need it.”

“Anyone notice you two speaking about that matter?” Tony questioned.

“Of course not. Everyone had their noses too far down in their drinks.”

Tony snorted in response before he asked, “Did you notice Laurie?”

Steve’s brow furrowed. “Laurie who? Capron?” Tony nodded. Steve shook his head, “No. Why?”

“Y/N did. He was watching her.”

“Okay?” Steve said slowly, not getting it. And he should not because Tony had omitted the part about the bet when he mentioned to Steve that Laurie had been displeased he was meeting with Alexandre.

“Well, you know how I raced?” Steve nodded in acknowledgment. “He challenged me. Laurie did. Wanted to bet on Y/N.” Steve’s lips parted, vexation washing over his features. Tony said quickly, “That’s why I raced. I wasn’t gonna leave it in the hands of that random person they were having race for the company.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” Steve demanded. “Tony, what the fuck?”

“It wasn’t relevant. I won, didn’t I?”

“Why did you accept at all?”

“Because you know he would have just asked to take her right then. You know him. And I didn’t want to start that shit right there in front of all those cameras or put Y/N in that position or embarrass her.” Tony exhaled sharply and leaned forward over his desk, “Just… keep your head on a swivel. I don’t like that he’s stateside. He was really not happy about that meeting with Alexandre.”

Steve’s jaw was tight staring Tony down before he finally sighed, “Fine. Yeah. I’ll… we’ll figure out what he’s doing here.”

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“I still can’t figure out what to get you for Christmas,” you told Steve, watching him from the bed. He had come home during the day for a quickie. He had stayed away for a few days, much to your muscle’s relief.

“You don’t need to get me anything,” Steve told you as he pulled his pants up, working on his belt. “You’re enough.”

Picking at the sheet, you stared down at it, chewing on your bottom lip. Steve was moving around getting ready and he broke the silence, “What’s on your mind, Y/N?”

“Are you going to let me go home for Christmas?” you asked, looking at him hopefully.

Steve stilled for a moment in buttoning up his shirt, his eyes running over you there. You did not break eye contact, wanting to make it clear you were serious about this.

“I have been thinking about that,” Steve admitted. “Most of the guys have family they want to be with. You wouldn’t have anyone here – that I would want to be here that is – to watch you anyway.” Steve gave a tight-lipped smile. “So, my hands are kind of tied here.”

Hope was blossoming in your chest.

“I need to talk to Tony about it. But there will be rules. You’d need to check in regularly. It’d be a short trip. A couple days.”

“That’s okay,” you said eagerly.

Steve’s eyes crinkled and you closed your mouth, trying to relax again. He watched you for a few more moments before he went back to finishing buttoning up his shirt. He grabbed his suit jacket off the back of the chair and put it on too.

Coming over to the bed again, he gave you a kiss. “Don’t forget to wash the sheets before Tony gets home.”

“I will,” you said to his retreating back.

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You walked up the front steps, already hearing the chatter from inside. You could see some of your family in the living room window, laughing, already playing games. That was a Christmas Eve tradition. Taking a deep breath, you opened the front door. You had not called your grandma to tell her you were coming. The only ones who knew were a couple of your cousins you had reached out to.

When they noticed it was you, there was a chorus of happy greetings.

A wide smile coming across your face, you said hello in return as one of your aunts brought you to her, squeezing you close. Your bag fell by the wall by the door and you left it there to make the rounds.

Your grandma and grandpa were both in their respective chairs, your grandpa excited to see you. You made sure to hug him tight, kissing him on top of his head.

Turning you looked at your grandma. You had not spoken to her since you had left here weeks ago.

You asked gently, “Merry Christmas. How are you?”

“Better now that you are here, dear,” your grandma answered sincerely, a warm smile gracing her lips.

You broke at that, closing the space between the two of you and you wrapped her up in a tight hug. She held you back in return, and you blinked back tears knowing what she had said when you saw her last was true about her not being upset with you. Steve and Tony had not ruined your relationship after all.

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You looked down at your phone on the table and saw Tony was calling. You quickly snatched it off the table to avoid your cousin from seeing the name. One of your uncles had just begun to serve dessert. You had agreed to texts, not calls. What was Tony doing? You had just texted them an hour ago, sending them a pic that you were really at the house.

Getting up from the table, you said, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Well, hurry back! You don’t wanna miss my cake!” your uncle said as he cut in, placing another piece on a plate to distribute.

You smiled, “Of course not. It looks delicious.”

Turning away from the table, you saw the call had already gone to voicemail, much to your worry. But he was already calling again.

Coming into the hallway, you brought the phone up to your ear and answered in a hushed tone, “Hello?”

“There you are,” Tony responded, sounding taut. “Thought you were ignoring me and I was going to be pretty fucking irritated.” He sounded well on his way to being drunk; you knew the switch in his voice by now. “Make me regret letting you go off at all.”

“Well, I’m here. I’m at the house.”

“I know you are, sweetheart. I just… you’re gonna find a private space for yourself and then call me back on FaceTime.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m horny, Y/N and I needed a distraction for a moment. Get the tension out of myself. I hate the missus family. Go to the bathroom or something and give me a show.”

“Tony,” you hissed into the phone as you continued walking down the hall and the staircase leading to the lower part of the house. “We are in the middle of dessert. That’s—”

“You’re wasting time,” he interrupted you. “I’ve got to get back to this stupid party sooner rather than later. I’m already halfway worked up. Don’t leave me hanging, love. I just need to see you. Real quick. Promise. Call me back.”

He hung up the phone and you stared down at it dumbly for a few moments before letting out a strangled, frustrated noise. Your hand gripped the newel post as you propelled yourself down the staircase to go to the bathroom downstairs. Not following what he was asking would only get you in trouble and really make him regret letting you come here and have him refuse you in the future.

You locked the bathroom door for good measure. Turning around, you took a deep breath, trying to relax. You had given shows like this before, it was not foreign to you. All he wanted to see was you playing with yourself.

Pressing the callback for FaceTime, he answered, “Thank god. What were you doing?”

“I had to go downstairs,” you told him.

Fortuitously, you were wearing a skirt and it was loose. You pulled your underwear down, kicking them off. Taking your top off, you tossed it by your underwear. Looking around the bathroom, you looked for something you could use to prop up your phone and you spotted a small statue. Snatching it off the shelf, you sat down on the ground, your back against the tub. Using the statue, you propped the phone to point towards you and you spread your legs.

“Yeah, that’s good,” you heard Tony say softly and you could hear him already starting to jerk himself.

Your hand came to your pussy and you ran your fingers slowly up and down, not moving past your lips yet.

“How do you think I taste?” you asked, stroking slowly.

“So fucking good,” Tony returned, strained.

“You like tasting me?”

“It’s my favorite.”

Pressing one finger in, you moaned lowly. Your fingers came up to your mouth and you sucked on them before coming back to your clit, circling quickly.

“I wish it was you,” you keened, your fingers delving deeper.

“Fuck, me too,” Tony husked, speeding up.

Freeing your tits from your bra, you played with them, moaning as your fingers moved quicker. You kept your voice low as you teased him, hoping that no one would come up to the door. You had chosen the bathroom at the back of the house for a reason; the bigger one was closer to where everyone was.

Tony let out a groan as you described how wet and hot you were for him.

“I’m yours. All yours,” you told him, sultry.

“Shit, baby, I’m so close,” Tony groaned.

“Come for me, please,” you half whined, spreading your lips further apart to give him a better view inside. You continued encouraging him, circling your clit quickly.

“Fuck!” Tony exclaimed, shuddering breaths leaving him, and you knew he had finished. Your hand slowed and you waited until you were sure he was done before you dropped your hand. Picking up the phone, you covered your pussy again. The phone was pointed up at the ceiling; he must have laid it down on the counter.

After a few moments, he exhaled deeply, “Christ. Thank you, baby. That was good.” He picked the phone back up and said, “I gotta get cleaned up. Don’t forget to text. Have fun at your party.”

He hung up and you let out a breath of relief that he had one, gotten off, and two, no one had interrupted you.

You got yourself straightened out again, remembering to flush just to keep up the allusion. You did wash your hands though for real before leaving the bathroom.

“Thought you fell in,” one of your cousins joked when you appeared back in the dining room.

“No, sorry to disappoint,” you returned, pulling your chair back out and you sat down, picking up your fork. Everyone was almost done or already done. You took a big bite and chewed, savoring it. You gave your uncle the thumbs up down the table and he looked happy.

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The Adventures of Spider-Man and Moonlight

A/N: so here’s chapter two! I cannot wait to have three out because there is just so much banter between Luna and Peter in three. If you liked this a like would just make my day!

Summary: In which we see Moonlight and Spider-Man growing closer and forming a friendship as well as a partnership

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: violence, injury, blood

Chapter 2 - Partners in Fighting Crime

“So did the bad guy you talked to give you any idea of what time this mega size drug deal was about to go down?” Spider-Man as he and Moonlight sat waiting behind a bunch of wooden crates in a warehouse on the docs.

Moonlight had aided in an arrest earlier in the night in a separate part of town than Spider-Man had been in. She’d overheard two of the suspects talking about how they were going to be dead for missing the deal that was going down at the “fun house”. After doing a little googling she found out that the fun house was a nickname for a warehouse called Jimmy’s Supplies where party supplies was made and shipped.

“Nope.” Luna said, popping the p.

“Did you get any names?”

“Nope.”

“Do you know anything else?”

“Nope.”

Spider-Man threw his arms up in exasperation. “Of course not.”

“All I know is it’s happening.” She shrugged, looking at her long black nails. She’d cut slits the glove of her suit for stiletto nails to go through since she’d got her nails done a couple days ago. She had to admit that she was obsessed with them.

Spider-Man looked at the woman he had only recently started teaming up with some nights and shook his head. The guys she overheard were probably talking about another night or maybe even giving Moonlight false information to throw them off so they would miss something that was actually going to happen. His senses weren’t going off and nothing seemed amiss. This was why he worked alone.

“Look, I appreciate you sharing information with me but I don’t think anything is going to happen tonight- at least not here.” Spider-Man stated, hands on his hips.

Luna’s eyes flashed up but she didn’t move from her seat on a crate where her feet were propped up on another, legs crossed. “You wanna go that’s fine, I just figured we could work together. I’m not going anywhere, though.”

He stared at her for a second before nodding. “I’ll see you around.”

Moonlight gave a two fingered salute. “Later, buggy.”

Spider-Man took off from the warehouse and left the docs, heading back into the city. He quickly found a massive hostage situation going down at a gala at the MET. This was probably what those two guys had been talking about. They’d probably used code words so no one would know what they were actually talking about. Moonlight still had a lot to learn.

“Have any demands been made?” Peter asked as he jumped down from his web, walking up to the police chief.

“None. My guess is they’re robbing the actual museums. Lotta art in there worth millions.”

Peter nodded before swinging his web up so that he could come in from the way they would least expect it: the ceiling.

The glass ceiling gave him a perfect view as to what was going on inside. There were maybe fifteen masked guys, all armed and pointing their guns at the nicely dressed guests who were all terrified and cooperating. He tried to come up with a plan but none of them had good odds.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled before webbing up one of the window panes and then pressing down hard on it to shatter it. The web muffled the sound and held the glass so none of it fell below. He webbed it into a ball that he cast below, he would come back for it later, and started to lower himself down by his web. He was only a few feet down before he realized there was a couple of the armed men in a corner, talking among themselves and not paying attention. He quickly shot his web at them to cover their mouths and stick them to the wall, their guns falling but Peter grabbed them with his web and back to him, bringing them back up to the roof before going back down. Two down and thirteen to go.

He repeated this three more times, taking out the ones he could before knowing it was time to switch tactics. He was going to start pulling out the hostages.

He crawled down the corner of the wall where there were large drapes so no one would see him. When he was down he looked up and took out the window directly above him like he had the one. He then got the attention of two women who were just a few feet from him, both shaking and crying.

“Quietly.” He whispered.

They came over and he directed the first one to hold onto him. She gripped tight and he was shooting a web up and climbing it as fast as he could. One the roof, he jumped down it and set her on the ground.

“Thank you, Spider-Man.” She cried, hugging him. “Please you have to save, Hannah too. She’s my sister.”

“I’m getting everyone out. I’ll be right back.”

Peter did the same with Hannah and two more guests and then another guest and so on. He knew he could only get so many people out before the hostage-takers noticed but he wanted as many people out as he could before any gunfire started.

There were two hundred people and he knew he had gotten around fifty around by the time the room was noticeably emptier.

He’d only saved five more people before he heard the yell when he was just going back inside.

“Oi! Greg! We got company.”

Peter knew he’d been spotted and dropped down from the ceiling, landing on his feet in the middle of the room. “Mind if I drop in?”

Gunshots rang out at the same time Peter started shooting his webs to take their guns. He dodged bullets and grabbed guns, trying to grab them as they came flying to him. He disarmed them all and threw the guns to nearby guests. “Can you hold these for a second please!”

It was Spider-Man against ten guys, hand to hand. Peter even made it easier for them by not using his web shooters.

“You could try harder! Come on! I could do this blindfolded!” He egged.

Just a few minutes later he was looking at ten guys on the ground who were either unconscious, surrendering, or too in pain to stand. “That was just sad. You guys really need to train more.”

He jogged over to where the giant doors were and opened them up, dozens of SWAT behind the door. “You’re welcome.” He stated.

He walked out and noticed that police cars were taking off with their sirens on.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked an officer walking past him.

“Some kind of huge drug deal going down at the docs. Looks like it’s Kingpin and his guys.”

Peter froze, only able to think one thing: Moonlight. He’d left her there all alone.

Shooting a web out, he took off and started swinging as fast as he could for the docks. Kingpin was no one to mess with. He’d been seriously injured by him on several occasions and always worried when they had any kind of encounter. His men were all incredibly trained and skilled. He had a hard time himself when it came to that organization. Moonlight was still finding her footing as a fighter and wasn’t as skilled of one as he was. She did have her powers as an advantage but it would be her against dozens of highly lethal men.

He felt like such an ass and so stupid. He should have listened to her. He assumed because she was new at this she didn’t know what she was doing and he may be the reason she gets seriously hurt or worse.

He arrived before the cops and went right to the warehouse Moonlight had been in. He could hear voices when he was close enough but it didn’t sound like any kind of a fight was happening. That wasn’t good news. Either Moonlight left or…or she was down. The thought put a knot in his stomach.

He slipped in through a broken window in the back, looking for her. He was panicking a little and he tried to rationalize that she would be okay. She could simply be out cold somewhere.

The area that they had been in before was now swarmed with Kingpins men, all armed and all very dangerous. The guys he had just taken out at the MET were nothing compared to these guys. These guys would actually be a challenge for him.

He scanned the room and gripped the edge of the crate he was hiding before when he saw a head of long white hair on the ground behind some oil barrels. She wasn’t moving and he couldn’t separate her heartbeat from everyone else’s to know if she was alive or not. He needed to find a way to get to her.

It was easier thought than done. He was nearly spotted several times but managed to get over to where she was. She was in a pool of her own blood with her hands on her stomach and eyes shut, skin pale. But her chest was rising and falling. She was still alive. The relief that washed over him made him dizzy.

He crawled over to her and put his hand on her cheek, patting gently. “Moonlight.” He whispered. “Wake up.”

Her eyes flashed open and she put her hand right to his throat. “It’s me!” He whisper screamed.

Her hand dropped at the recognition. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Saving you, obviously.” He looked down to the wound in her stomach. It looked like she’d been shot. “I gotta get you out of here.”

She shook her head. “Hold on. I’m okay.”

He looked at her like she’d grown a third head. “In case you didn’t notice you’ve been shot like a thanksgiving turkey!” He hissed in a whisper.

“Really?” She huffed with a roll of her eyes. “I thought they’d missed. Look, I need you to take it out.”

“Take what out?”

“The bullet.”

His eyes widened behind his mask. “What? You mean like reach in and pull it out?!”

“Yes.”

“Are you crazy?!”

“Just do it!”

“No! I’m not putting my fingers in you like some war medic on the battlefield! I’m taking you to a hospital!”

“It’s not that big of a deal! Just reach in and get it out!”

He huffed through his nose before looking down to the bullet wound in her stomach that was still bleeding. “I have no idea how this is going to do any good. You’re still going to have a freaking hole in you.”

Out of the corner of his eye he could see her brace herself, one hand gripping the edge of an oil barrel they were behind.

Moonlight made no noise as Peter dug around for the bullet but he could tell she was in agony, a sweat breaking out on her forehead and her heart racing, body rigid and tense. She looked like she was in a lot less pain than was actually in. He knew how excruciating it was to dig a bullet out of your body.

When he pulled it out he watched as she panted for a second.

“Now what?”

“Just be quiet.” She snapped.

He bit back a huff and watched as her hands went to her stomach and they started glowing.

“What are you doing?”

Moonlight didn’t answer and her hands continued to glow on her stomach. When she pulled away, he could see clean, closed flesh where the bullet hold had been.

He gasped, speaking through it. “What the fuck?”

“I can heal myself and others.”

“And you didn’t mention this earlier?!”

“It never came up!” She whisper screamed back. “We can talk about it later!”

The two were a great team. On their own they struggled to take on Kingpin’s men but together they were able to not only take them all down, but stop the drug deal from taking place. They recovered millions in drugs and illegal weapons. And they were both still alive as they walked out of the warehouse, beaten to hell but still alive. Kingpin had slipped away in the chaos, but Peter was just glad they had stopped the entire thing altogether and were both still alive.

Red and blue lights flashed around them as they walked off after giving their statements,, exhausted and ready to call it a night.

“Thanks.” Moonlight spoke, breaking the silence. “I uh probably would have died if you hadn’t found me and woken me up. I was out cold.”

Spider-Man shook his head. “I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have doubted you like that. I left you by yourself and…well I’m really sorry.”

Luna smiled at him. “All good.”

Silence took over as they walked.

“Hey, you think you can heal this black eye? It’s making my head throb.”

“Oh yeah totally.”

Peter stopped and faced her. Luna reached up and cradled his masked head, letting her hands glow to heal. When she pulled away he felt better than he had in years. She might have healed wounds he didn’t even know he had yet.

“Wow that’s good stuff.”

“I know right?”

“I feel like a brand new human being.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, grinning wide.

“If you could find a way to bottle this and sell it you’d be rich.”

She shrugged. “Nah. I like being a masked vigilante too much. Well I gotta get going. Work tomorrow and all.”

She turned to go and Peter wet his lips before jogging over to her. “Hey so maybe we could kind of team up.”

“What like work together?”

“Yeah. I mean, look at how awesome we were back there. And I could really use your help and I think maybe you could use mine.”

“You dig one bullet out of a girl and automatically think she needs your help.” She rolled her eyes but then smiled. “But okay fine. Partners in fighting crime it is.”

“Partners in fighting crime it is.” He agreed.

She gasped. “You know what they could call us? Spider-Moon!”

“Nope. I’ve changed my mind.”

“Yes! It’s great!”

He turned and walked off. “Not calling us that!”

Two days later when Peter was walking to work he passed a news stand and stopped before backtracking. On the cover of the New York Times in bold black letters was “SPIDER-MOON: NY’S HEROES TEAM UP.”

“Moonlight.” He concluded with a shake of his head before walking off.

He got maybe ten feet before he turned back around, pulling out his wallet with a sigh. He grabbed one off the rack and paid before stuffing it in his back with a grumble.

#tasm!peter x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm fanfiction #tasm!peter x oc #tasm!peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #andrewgarfield!spiderman #andrew garfield spiderman #andrew garfield #the amazing spider man #andrew!peter fanfiction #andrew!peter x reader #andrew!spiderman #spider-man

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fleursfairies · 3 years

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OH MY GOD LUNA HAD A H U G E CRUSH ON RON how did i not realize that before?

first she says that she wouldn’t have minded if he had taken her to the ball

then ron tells a stupid joke and luna literally CACKLES she laughs so hard that it scares crookshanks and hedwig

and rons just like

✋🏻👁👄👁

i can’t blame her tho

but LUNA laughing at a joke about crabbe/goyle and a BABOONS BACKSIDE 😭😭 p l e a s e

#luna lovegood #ron weasley #runa #ron weasley x luna lovegood #harry potter #harry potter text post #hp #hermione granger #ginny weasley #linny #neville longbottom #nuna #draco malfoy #dracotok #hogwarts #hogwarts express

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espoirduvide · 3 years

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How Peter met Hope

Peter is in a bleach cosplay as Byakuya at a large anime convention, he has his emo look and long black hair tied up to match his character, he walks through the crowd, no one seems to pay him any mind, he feels alone in the sea of people. He should be happy, everyone here is just like him, why does he still feel lonely?

He sits down behind a pillar.

He hears a faint “excuse me”

He looks up to see a dark skinned girl dressed in a homemade chibi usa cosplay.

She smiles warmly, fidgeting with a large map and her cell phone

She bows apologetically as she speaks

“Sorry to bother you but do you know where panel H-7 is?'' She has a sugary sweet tone and almost speaks in UWU language.

“Yeah it’s uh, upstairs” Peter answers monotonously pointing upwards, all the while he can't keep his eyes off this pink, smiling interloper. He’s instantly smitten, she was the first person to willingly talk to him all convention, even the sound of his own voice was unfamiliar.

“UPSTAIRS?!” she squeaks and does a little anime fault.

“Thank you so much sir,” she bows deeply and speeds off, but not before turning to him again. “Arigatooo, enjoy the con!” She waves erratically. Peter can only muster a small wave as she disappears into the crowd.

“God she was cute” he muttered out loud.

It was the last day of the convention, Peter shifted through the crowded dealers room full of hungry otaku with full wallets. He frequently bumped up against bodies which were more physical contact he was used to. He backed up to find a nice wall to catch his breath and was met with the pink pigtails of a shoddy wig. The cosplayer turned to him with large apologetic bespectacled eyes.

"Oh I'm sorry, this hair is so-"

"No it's fine" Peter recognized the chibi usa cosplayer.

"Oh you helped me find that panel, thank you so much for that, I would have totally missed it, you saved my bacon," she bounced.

He wanted to ask her so many things, what her name was, who she was cosplaying, what her favorite food was, would she marry him, but all that came out was a low and emotionless

"no problem".

The girl squeaked as she suddenly remembered something and bonked her wig cartoonishly.

"Jeez I almost forgot!" She rummaged through her Luna P ball purse and pulled out a small card, she gripped it with two hands and handed it to Peter, bowing deeply.

"My business/friend card, I had them made specifically to meet new people and I totally forgot to hand them out."

Peter takes the card, unable to not smile slightly.

"You're my first new friend," she smiled sincerely. "I'm Hope, what's your name? If you don't mind me asking."

"P...Peter." The sound of his own name made him cringe but he couldn't think clearly.

"That's such a cute name, I've never met a Peter before. Nice to meet you Peter! Hajimemashite!"

It was strange hearing someone say his name without a threat coming after, it was nice, her voice was so sweet, she was sweet.

"I gotta go Peter, it was super awesome meeting you, have a good night" he could tell she was a little awkward about the situation, as if the sugary sweet facade was draining to her. She was eager to get away. Did he seem creepy, was there someone waiting for her, or were the deals calling her wallet. Either way, he had her name, her number, and her website, that's all he needed.

It was three years before he saw her again. Peter's life had taken a turn. He shaved his head, became a product tester, and became a prominent force in the info gathering and anonymous online community. One night while cleaning through his closet he came across his old costume, in the pocket was a card, on that card, was a name and face he had forgotten.

He had her name, her number, and her website, that's all he needed.

#yourboyfriendgame #your boyfriend game #your boyfriend #peter your boyfriend

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chocochipbiscuit · 3 years

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WIP Ask Meme!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

I was tagged by @meikuree, thank you! I must also confess to just how many WIPs I have, because I hoard my ideas and divide them into various subfolders. A lot of these are in various stages of ‘progress,’ including some that I haven’t touched in literally years because I am waiting to see if I get back into the fandom or pick up interest. Or in some cases, if I have figured out how I want to finish the thing before I start writing it for real!

For ease of completion, I am not including my various multi-idea dump files, which are labeled things like ‘Fallout ideas’ and include multiple bullet-point ideas listing things like “The Case of Nick’s Missing Dick!”

Under a cut due to length, and a caution that because I write smut, many of these are likely to be smutty. Bullet points are listed in no particular order, as I had to rewrite this post a few times and C&P.

ALSO FUN FACT: this is my third time trying to rewrite this post because stupid Tumblr keeps deleting my rough draft!!!!

Misc Folder:

[WIP] Fireflies (Maru/Penny)

[idea] Adam/Elizabeth - Frankenstein

[idea] The House of Arnault - Dorothea/Petra

[outline] like foam upon the wave - Delilah/Breanna

[idea] Dhar/Ren (Indivisible)

[scrap] Wet Thursday Afternoon - Colossus/Deadpool

Grendel's mom

[WIP] Widowmeiker shibari

Leslie Knope's big fat crush on Ann Perkins

Borderlands

never gonna say I'm sorry

[idea] Jathena fake bake

[idea] Aurelia luvs Amara

Dragon Age

[idea] drowning in the deep - Leliana/Morrigan - mermaids

[idea] Lyrium Ghosts - Leliana/Morrigan

[idea] Problematic Femdom - Cullen/Trevelyan

[WIP] Anora/Vivienne pet shenanigans

Groundhog Day - Aveline/Cassandra - WIP

Fallout

[idea] Exit Wounds - Maxson goes ghoul

[idea] FO4 as a ghost story

[idea] Read All About It! (Piper’s gangbang)

[WIP] Bedroom Diplomacy - Piper’s mutant gangbang!

[idea] Watchmen follow-up

[idea] Worse Things Have Happened to Better People

[outline] Wait for It - Keene/Preston

[RD] Like Fire and Water - Glory/Madison

[wip] Cardinal Sins - Glory/Dez

[wip] Carmen

[wip] Falling - Cait/Marcy & Jun

[wip] Jen meets Erickson

[wip] Kasumi and Isabel

[WIP] On the Edge of Forever - Nova/Gob/Charon

[wip] Strong/Juliet

[wip] The Long Shot - Boone/Marcus

[wip] The Mariner

[WIP] The Poison Girl of Vault 101

Armistice

empire of dirt

Cait and Piper take Nuka World - ideas

Let Her Sleep (Madison Li)

Marcy carries things - scrap

Preston/Madison/Virgil ideas

scrap - Jen and Cait

Strong/Virgil starter

Synth!Courier concept

Harry Potter

[idea] Haunted House - Tonks/Fleur

[scrap] Blood and Ink (Linny)

[scrap] Ghost Light - Ginny/Luna

Snupin outline

Horizon Zero Dawn

[idea] Petra/Vanasha

Mass Effect

[idea] F!Shep/Liara

[idea] Primitive Equations (Jackanda)

Outer Worlds

[idea] Hortense Ingalsbee/NB!Captain

Transistor

[idea] Recursions - Sybil/Red/Boxer

Housekeeping note: you probably notice that the way I’ve titled WIPs has shifted over time, whether they have [idea], [outline], or [WIP] in front of them to show progress or if they’re just blank. This works for me, but it’s just too much work to go back and change everything in the whole folder for consistency’s sake!

...look, this is over 50 WIPs, which is over half the people I actually follow. I’m gonna tag @anneapocalypse, @wolffyluna, @h1bernate, @fireferns, @deacons-wig, @wildwildwasteland, @psykopsy, @meishuu, @tinwomanrunaway, @quandary-peak, @foibles-fables, @razrogue, @thewindysideofcare, @cosmotronic87, @aqueenvictorious and @bittylildragon before I just curl up in a ball here wondering if I’m bothering people.

If I didn’t tag you, but you want to play, feel free!

#meme things #choco writes

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nicos-oc-hell · 3 years

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Ok people! You are about to get my shitty life story and how I became the fucking real life Saik K! Turn back now if you don’t want to see mentions of blood, kidnapping, child neglect and torutings. Now let’s jump back into my shitty life! Also if you don’t know me, I’m Enzo Marinaro

{Start flashback}

Enzo looked at the man happily with big happy eyes. “You can make me a wolf just like my parents and brother?!” He stupidly climbed into the car and drove off with the man

They stopped at the airport and quickly got on a plane to Japan to take him to the place where he can finally be “a werewolf like his parents”. They took him to the middle of nowhere where there was just a woods and one building

Enzo looked up at the building with a cock of his head “This looks very suspicious. Are you sure this is the place?” Enzo asked the man looking up at the two dudes who were walking him over to the building. One of them looked down at him with a smile “All of the people we have turned have survived the bite, so no need to worry child”

3 hours later the seven year old boy was strapped to a machine screaming as multiple needles were stabbing him injecting him with some type of serum. Next to him some scientists were writing on a clipboard and were nodding their heads talking to each other while pointing at him

They finally turned the machines off and unstrapped him, then they started reading off what they had done to him for fun “Super strength, super speed and with that comes a longer life span” They took him to a cell and threw him in it with a bologna sandwich

Enzo stared up at the ceiling trying to keep count of if it’s day time or night time. He eventually stopped trying and just went to sleep.

A few hours later a guard came by and banged on the bars “Get up kid, we got more experiments to do on you” Enzo groaned and got up “Look who’s finally complying and doesn’t have to be dragged to the lab? And it only took him 3 years to finally start complying” The guard said mockingly and he put the handcuffs on Enzo

They walked down to the lab where he was restrained to a table and was immediately hooked up to a machine “Y’all have been experimenting on me for 3 consecutive years. You know how long consecutive is, don’t you? One right after the motherfucking other! Cuz I ain’t never missed a day.” One of the scientist grabbed a ball gag off of the table and put it on him to shut him up

“Ok today is… shapeshifting, both animal and human, there is also the genius serum and… magic like some Doctor strange and Scarlet witch type shit” One of them said while injecting the serums into the machine one by one and another scientist was writing on the familiar clipboard that Enzo has come to hate over the three years he has been there

“Why the hell does he need to be a genius? He’s going to be a soldier for us, he doesn't need to be super Smart” The one with the clipboard asked while documenting the changes that experiment #1031 was going through, like his eyes changing colors and his hands changing into paws

They took him outside and put a shock collar on him, to see if he would transform into an animal or anything. After 5 tries of them trying to get him to transform, he finally turned into a wolf and started growling at them. When he shifted the collar broke off him so they sent one of the interns to put a sedative in his bloodstream and they were lucky they did that because Enzo immediately attacked the intern and ripped his hand off of him.

They picked up the body that had dropped to the ground and strapped him back up to the machine with such aggressiveness that it woke him back up snarling at them “Someone go get another shock collar. I swear none of you have heard the phrase, Don’t tickle a sleeping fucking dragon! Why did none of y’all just put him into the fucking cage downstairs?” The head scientist yelled at them when they came back in “Ugh, I’m the only one with common fucking sense!”

Enzo laughed and spit out some blood “Common sense? COMMON SENSE?! Common sense would not be kidnapping a seven year old and keeping him hostage for 3 years!” Enzo yelled

{End flashback}

As you can tell, I was not a very smart person when I’m mad. But then again, I've never actually had a good hold on my emotions before I was kidnapped and let’s just jump to the part of where my parents and pack finally find me

{Start flashback}

Enzo looked up when he heard a loud crash down the hall followed by screaming “It’s probably one of the interns dropping something and being too over dramatic about it” He laid back down on the floor and stared up at the ceiling “I’m definitely going to be turned into some goddamn soldier for them! I just know it”

He started humming to the tune of So what by P!nk while listening to the more screams and crashes coming from upstairs “Goddamn! It must've been some important serum if they are bitching about it this much” He turned his head when he heard the door break down and saw his father standing there “Dad?? Is that really you?”

His father, Feliciano, opened his arms and ran towards him crying “Enzo! It’s so good to see you again! I’ll never ever leave you alone again!” He leaned against the wall with Enzo in his arms and was listening to the commotion upstairs before it stopped. “I think they are done tearing the place up there, don’t you?” He tried to lighten the mood as he stood up with his son still in his arms “Let’s go see your mom”

They went up the three flights of stairs before they saw a bunch of wolves standing in front of a bunch of dead bodies with blood in their fur. Enzo looked around for the one fur coat that he remembered as clear as day “Mama!” He shuffled around in his father’s arms before he finally was let down and he ran over to his mom and jumped onto her back, not caring that blood was getting on him

His mom, Luna, growled at him and he giggled at the vibrations going through him

{End of flashback}

Aww! How cute and sweet! He was finally found by his pack and that’s the end of his sad days. They are all one big happy family, right? WRONG! Nope, about three months after I was bought back home and started gaining some more weight back, I noticed that most of my pack was avoiding me. Especially my parents and brother, whenever I was around they would purposely ignore me and after a few months I confronted them on it.

You will not BELIEVE the bullshit that they told me “Listen sweetheart, you are too dangerous to be around the pack so for your own good and the wellbeing of the rest of our pack members, we are making you the new left hand” I was honestly shocked that they were making their ten year old child, almost eleven, be the pack’s left hand.

I just nodded my head and walked to my room shaking my head when my mother…alpha called out to me “We don’t know what they did to you so this is just us watching out for the pack” I nodded my head and walked away. There! That’s the end! No happy ending, if you wanted a happy ending THEN TOO BAD! THIS AIN'T NO FAIRYTALE

#enzo marinaro #his backstory is complete!#after 1347 words I’m finished! whooo!#I’m going to sleep now

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marauders70s · 4 years

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a collection of dumb hp-p&r text memes

dumbledore, gesturing: could a depressed person make this???

mcgonagall: your hand is literally rotting off

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harry: sometimes I feel like arguing with you is like arguing with the sun.

hermione: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I AM SUPER CHILL ALL THE TIME.

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pansy: you look awful

draco: what up bitch i just ran a 5k

pansy: really?

draco: no i threw up blood in the shower

pansy: that fight with potter really got ya down huh

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harry: hey ron are you okay

ron, wearing the locket, staring straight ahead at a tree: yeah i'm fine it's just that life is pointless and nothing matters and I'm always tired.

harry: hermione it's your turn

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sirius, at any minor convenience: everything hurts and i'm dying

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goyle: I once knew a guy for seven years and never learned his name. best friend i ever had. we still never talk sometimes, because he's dead.

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oliver: sometimes you gotta do a little work so you can ball a lot.

mcgonagall: that is incorrect

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james, during house arrest: If I keep my body moving, and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.

lily, from the couch: oops

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snape, at a christmas dinner: I can still smell her hair at night

dumbledore, pouring a generous amount of mulled wine: Put some alcohol in your mouth to block the words from coming out.

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ron: hermione, i'm not using your color coded talking planner

hermione: we need to get good grades on our OWLs!

ron: there's nothing that could motivate me to use it

hermione: well, there's nothing we can't do if we work work hard, never sleep, and shirk from all other responsibilities in our lives.

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harry: Professor, I wanna go home early. Ooh, hold on actually, hang on. Yeah, no, I wanna quit and never come here again.

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ron: i'm going to tell you all my secrets

hermione: you don't have to do that

ron: I once forgot to brush my teeth for five weeks

ron: I didn't actually break charlie's wand all the way I just hid it and forgot where

ron: I don't know who scrimgeour is and at this point I'm too afraid to ask.

ron: when they have 2 sickles a scoop on salamander eyes i'm not sure where the rest of the salamander goes

ron: when i was a baby fred turned my teddy into a spider and i got so scared my mum took me to a mindhealer and they wrote a textbook about me

ron: i once threw a garden gnome so hard that it hit my sister in the face and began attacking her

hermione, looking up from her book: what did ginny do?

ron: she bit it and it ran off.

hermione: classic

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severus: no matter what i do nothing bad can happen to me. i'm like a white wizengamot official who pretended they were mind-controlled after the fall of the dark lord

lucius: I resent that

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sirius: thank merlin my great uncle alphard just died so I am fluuuuusheeeeeed with galleeeeooonsss

remus: I'm going to regret this flatshare

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seamus: i passed up a gay halloween party to see this troll. Do you know how much fun gay Halloween parties are? Last year I saw three Peverell Brothers make out with three Viktor Krums. It was amazing.

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luna: We need to remember what's important in life. Friends, unpredictable creatures, and school. Or unpredictable creatures, friends, school. It doesn't matter. But school is third.

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tom riddle: I totally hear you, but I also don't like what you're saying. So if you say no, I will release a giant snake in the bathroom

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luna: would you like some -

hermione: no! I am going to run for minister of magic someday, so no, thank you. I mean, not that I haven't - I ate a brownie once at quidditch cup party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable, actually. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there wasn't any potions in the brownie, it was just an insanely good brownie.

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sirius: do i look like the kind of person who drinks water

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neville: flying is the worst. I know it keeps you healthy, but merlin, at what cost?

ron: okay, you don't have to join the pick up game -

neville: no no i want to be included. i'll come

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james: What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring really loudly at me.

sirius: that's not right

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mcgongall: I think you’ve got several options. They’re all terrible…but you have them.

peter: this career counseling session is getting a bit intense

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neville: how are you handling the...breakup...

ginny: I’m gonna buy some sweat pants and a Gilderoy Lockhart novel. Might as well lean into it.

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dumbledore, in the staff room, extremely intoxicated: Who hasn’t had gay thoughts?

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james: Goodbye, Lily Evans, my head girl partner. Hello, Lily Potter, my fallopian princess.

lily: i should have never married you. or at least made you wear a condom

james: what's a-

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sprout: I’m a simple lesbian. I like pretty, dark-haired women, and man-killing plants.

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sirius: A couple more rules: if you ever read a sad book, you have to wear mascara so we can see whether or not you’ve been crying. There’s no noise allowed on Mondays. And no magic after breakfast.

peter: er i'm sorry this was the dorm assigned to me...

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remus: Hogwarts Library is headed by the most diabolical, ruthless bureaucrat I’ve ever seen. She's like a death eater but instead of avada kedavra and crucio she uses shame and shhhing.

james: she wouldn't let him into the restricted section without a note

remus, choking back tears: I AM A PREFECT

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pansy: I have never flown the high road. But I tell other people to ‘cause then there’s more room for me on the low road.

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hermione: If I had a stripper’s name, it would be Equality. for house elves and all beings.

ron: if i had a stripper's name it would be sugar striped candy pole for my -

harry: hermione, DON'T -

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sir cadogen: You know, in the 1880’s, there were a few years that were pretty rough and tumble here at Hogwarts. This depicts kind of a famous fight between Morpheus Rane, a prefect in Slytherin house, and Wilhemena Batlock, a Hufflepuff seventh year. The original title of this painting was ‘A Lively Fisting.’ But y’know, they had to change it for…obvious reasons.

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bellatrix, in the afterlife: i regret nothing. the end.

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harry: I don’t want to be overdramatic, but today felt like a hundred years in hell and the absolute worst day of my life.

tofty: I'm sorry but you WILL have to repeat your history of magic OWL

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james: Lucky for me, I’ve processed all my feelings. And I’ve gone through the five stages of grief - Denial, anger, picking on Peter, cat adoption, reckless dueling, cat returning to the adoption place, reading all Martin Miggs books in the series (what i was picking on peter for actually), and not giving a flying fuck.

remus: you can't say fuck

james: oh great i'm going to have to start the process all over again.

remus: peter, you'd better run

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dudley: I’m allergic to magic candy. Every time I eat more than 80 sweeties I barf.

fred: how about...81

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sirius: I’ll have a glass of your most expensive red wine mixed with a glass of your cheapest white wine served in a dog bowl. Silly straws all around, please.

remus: this is why we can't date in public

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neville: I’m gonna get drunk and then I’m gonna order a three course meal where each course is made of dessert.

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arthur: I promised myself I was not going to cry tonight, and I’ve already broken that promise five times. But I will not break it a sixth.

bill: dad maybe you shouldn't give a toast while fleur's family is still here

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gilderoy: I have no idea what I’m doing, but I know I’m doing it really, really well.

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pansy: Use him. Abuse him. Lose him. That’s the Parkinson motto.

draco: I thought the Parkinson motto is don't look at me you whore.

pansy: the motto is really more like a chapter book.

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harry: You’re ridiculous and pureblood rights is nothing.

voldemort: wow

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tonks: I would like a glass of red wine and I’ll take the cheapest one you have because I can’t tell the difference.

sirius: cheers i'll drink to that

remus: put. the bowl. down.

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eh, and just one for the road: “I wonder who else was born in Eagleton. Voldemort, probably.” – Leslie Knope

#parks and rec #hp memes #incorrect harry potter

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kayr0ss · 4 years

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Perfect, or Not

[LWA, Diakko, cooking, trying new things, Diana needs a break from all the expectations, cute fluff!, domestic cute girlfriends, STAY AT HOME]

Diana and Akko navigate perceptions, vulnerability and... a cooking activity?

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Diana once told her that what made her different from everyone else at Luna Nova was that Akko never thought she was perfect.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Akko had asked, caught off guard by the admission.

“A good thing.”

She didn’t fully understand it back then—she was much, much younger—but as the years flew by and led to their eventual romantic involvement, Akko began to get it. When it came to Diana, it seemed as though the whole world had one form of expectation from her or another: model student, soon-to-be heir of magic aristocracy, and later on a well-respected front-runner in the educational career she had chosen.

This was mostly due to the fact that Diana Cavendish rarely made mistakes. Seriously. Ever. Her reputation was held in such regard that even as a student, the instructors at Luna Nova made exceptions based on her opinions (which may have infuriated a younger Akko who had no idea they would end up dating). But even back then, she could see it bearing down on Diana’s shoulders like rocks piling up; and how hard it was becoming for the young Cavendish to keep it balanced lest it all come falling down.

Within their first year of dating, the brunette came to a realization: Diana never failed because she never did anything she might not be good at. She figured it out during a fishing trip of all times! Diana had tucked herself behind a book and under the shade of her wide-brimmed (and very stylish) hat while Akko wrestled with what felt the Master of the Swamp of that darned lake.

“We went all the way out here to fish! Won’t you even try?”

“You seem to have it covered. Fishing isn’t exactly within my area of expertise.”

“And so?”

Diana looked up at her and blinked in confusion, as though the concept of doing anything just for the heck of it was completely foreign to her. “I… well.”

They had to cast the rod seven times before Diana even got so much as a nibble, but fishes be damned—Akko didn’t give up on her that afternoon.

Biking was another activity which Diana had obstinately refused to even consider doing, she fondly recalled. Now this sucked for Akko—it really did—because biking around a park dusted with autumn leaves was kind of on her ‘couple bucket list’, except the other half of said couple didn’t even want to get on the bike.

“We have brooms. This is completely unnecessary.”

“It doesn’t have to be necessary,” Akko took her hand and practically dragged her towards the bicycle. “Don’t you remember what it was like for me to learn flying? Come on, try it for me!”

She’d never forget the how visibly difficult it was for Diana to say this, and that it hurt her to see how the blonde seemed to be expecting some form of judgment. “I… don’t know how.”

Akko laced their fingers together and made sure Diana was looking into her eyes when she said,

“That’s okay.”

Diana seemed surprised.

“I’ll teach you?”

This year, Akko’s birthday fell on a lovely, overcast Saturday. There were no dinners or parties to be held on account of a recent outbreak, which left her in the company of Diana with whom she now shared an apartment. It was more than enough.

What she wasn’t expecting, however, was for her girlfriend tap on her shoulder, looking a little excited and reluctant at the same time, asking: “Could you help me bake a cake?”

Akko’s eyebrows shot up, and she blinked away from her video game. “Oh. Without… magic?”

Diana nodded, and Akko lowered her line of sight towards the paper bag the blonde witch was carrying in her arm. Ingredients?

Akko dropped her game—her island and its denizens could wait.

“Please tell me you wore a mask when you went out to buy those!”

“Of course.”

Their first obstacle for the afternoon’s baking session was cracking the eggs.

“By Jennifer, I’ll always be amazed at how eggshells are both so fragile yet strong.” Diana accidentally crushed another egg, and braced herself for a witty remark form Akko, but none came.

“That’s okay,” Akko beamed, handing her another egg. “One more time!”

Encouraged, Diana picked up another egg and decided to just smack the damned thing along the rim of the mixing bowl. Oh. To her pleasant surprise, it cracked open obediently. “Right along the prime meridian.”

“P—Prime meridian!” Akko chortled, “mou, Diana, you’ve made the egg into a little Earth!”

Diana wanted to roll her eyes in annoyance but found herself smiling instead—Akko could get away with murder weilding a laugh as warm as that.

“Come on,” Akko stole a chance with a kiss to her cheek, “we’ll make a chef outta you yet. Time to get to mixing!”

The brunette had a good spot of fun during the first five minutes watching the taller witch mix. But Diana started grumbling about how her arm was sore, and so it was Akko’s turn to, to quote her girlfriend, “toil.”

“Someone’s comfortable,” Akko teased, leaning back when Diana decided rest her chin on the opposite shoulder of her mixing arm.

“I’m simply resting,” the blonde replied with a rare dash of jesting. She brought up her arms to circle Akko’s waist, squeezing a little bit while she planting a small kiss on the brunette’s shoulder. “Thank you for agreeing to teach me.”

“And what a teacher you’ve picked!” Akko giggled. “The last time I baked a cake, well… you were the one who brought Lotte to the clinic for a stomachache.”

Diana chuckled, and Akko couldn’t help but love the way she could feel the sound of it through her back pressed against Diana’s chest. “You know, I…”

“Mhm?”

“I always liked you teaching me new things.”

“After making beg all those times? You liked it after all?” Akko stuck her tongue out “Betrayal!”

“Oh, come on.” Diana nudged the side of Akko’s head. “It’s just… I always remember how I lost my magic when I was younger.”

Akko kept quiet, bring her pace of mixing to a slow, smooth motion.

“The kind of expectations my family had, and how hard it was to learn everything. Everyday. On my own. I remember how I couldn’t even cast simple spells, and how I told myself I’d never feel that… inept anymore. Not at school. Not at work.”

“But now, Diana, I’d say you’re pretty amazing.”

"That’s... Thank you.”

“But you don’t have to be,” Akko reassured.

“I… just never thought that. Not until recently. It felt right to be perfect—fit everyone’s preconceptions.”

“I don’t think you need to be perfect.”

Akko felt Diana’s arms wrap themselves around her a little tighter, felt her firsts clench with the way the cloth of her shirt balled up in them a little. The blonde witch relaxed, and then nuzzled against Akko’s shoulder.

“And I love you for that. Among many other things.”

Akko turned her head to kiss Diana’s temple. “Oh! Other things like what?”

“Must you always ruin these cheesy moments,” Diana rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.

Akko laughed, dropping the mixing spoon to turn around in Diana’s embrace and drape her arms around her neck. “Indeed, I must! But for the record, I’m sure Hannah and Barbara don’t think so too, you know?”

Diana wiped a spatter of chocolate mix off Akko’s cheek with her thumb and licking it off on instinct.

“I love you.” Akko smiled, “even if you can’t bake to save your life.” She slowly brought a hand to cup Diana’s cheek and she tilted her head, inching forward for a soft, warm kiss that tasted like chocolate.

She really couldn’t bake. But somehow, Diana thought that was just fine.

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An hour later, they found themselves trapped in an apartment that smelled like rich—yet slightly burnt—chocolate cake.

Diana looked a little lost and adorably sheepish, holding up a tray with a cake shaped like a… a rhombus? The frosting was uneven, although the birthday message was written in perfect handwriting (which was no small feat for a beginner!). Her sleeves were rolled haphazardly, and the apron looked hopelessly awkward on her, but by Jennifer—

(“Happy birthday,” she lifted the tray up as if to say ‘ta-da!’

Akko smiled so wide her cheeks hurt.)

—she looked absolutely perfect.

fin

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A/N: Howdy folks! Firstly I genuinely hope everyone is safe and doing well. Stay at home--and stay properly informed! Secondly, aaaa I’ve missed writing and I’ve missed the fandom so have a cute fic! I have another idea which I’m excited to write!

This was the product of me getting so TIRED OF WRITING A RESEARCH PAPER all night and READING FOR THREE HOURS just to WRITE ONE SENTECE so I’m sorry if the grammar is kind of whack or for typOs you see sir it is 7;30am sir..,.,., i haven’t slept helpe meEe I am but an ant in a colony L I F T

#GRADSCHOOL IS SADSCHOOL #Diakko #Dianakko #Diana Cavendish #Atsuko Kagari #Akko Kagari #LWA #Luna Nova #Little Wtich Academia #Fanfic #Fluff #Wlw #slash #femmeslash #cute #Domestic #baking

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Endless Orange part 1

Fred Weasley x Fem reader

Summary: Feeling lonely, fate leads Fred to a coffee shop.

A/n: Hey, y'all! This story will definitely have more than one part! Already almost done with part 2 :) I'm having a lot of fun with it and I'm pretty happy with it so far! It'll probably be mostly fluff and maybe some smut, we'll see :P Enjoy!

Thank you @luna-xial for the help!

Fred sighed as he started closing up shop for the night. He sent George home early. It seemed appropriate for his brother, who had a beautiful wife and children waiting for him, to get every chance he could to spend the evening at home with them.

George had suggested that they close early and that Fred should join them for dinner, but he declined the offer.

While Fred was always welcomed in their home, he was beginning to feel like a burden. Gradually, more and more of his time was spent alone. He was beginning to feel like a third wheel. The uncle who was constantly hanging around, staying longer than he should, well after the children had gone to bed.

Even amongst the rest of his family, he felt left out, it was a rather odd thing to feel. Everyone seemed to have somebody, his parents had each other, Bill had Fluer, Percy had Audrey, George had Angelina, Ron had Hermione, Ginny had Harry, even Charlie had his dragons… He had never felt like the odd man out before.

Up until recently, Fred and George had been moving in the same direction born together, went to school together, worked together…but now his life and the life of his twin had finally splintered and they were finally on different paths.

Fred often caught himself wanting to turn to George and share an idea or a witty joke, only to realize that his brother wasn’t there.

He was truly happy for George and Angelina. He just sort of wished that he had someone too.

But instead of meeting anyone or even trying to meet anyone, Fred focused on the business. He spent countless hours working alone on new products. Stayed late doing whatever he could to stay distracted.

If Fred was being honest with himself, he’d admit that all the time he was spent at work was to avoid having to deal with his loneliness. Sometimes he even worked through the night or would fall asleep in the workshop to avoid having to come home to his dark and empty apartment.

Fred tucked his hands into his pockets, there wasn’t anything left for him to do. Everything was clean, shelves were stocked, the store was all set for tomorrow.

He would spend time developing new products but lately, he was having a dry spell, no new ideas or if he did have one it wasn’t any good.

Fred started feeling anxious, standing there in an empty store with nothing but silence to keep him company, slowly that lonely feeling he dreaded was starting to sink in.

Shaking his head, he quickly slipped on his jacket and locked the door.

Outside the air was cool and crisp, and the night sky was full of stars. Not wanting to go home, Fred started walking aimlessly.

Most of the businesses he passed were closed for the night. The streets were dark and vacant with the exception of the occasional street lamp and stray cat.

Fred mulled over ideas in his head for new products, he had been thinking about that age line spell from 6th year, wondering if there was a way him and George could create a cream or candy that would age the user by 100 years, temporarily of course.

He frowned to himself, wondering if it was even a good idea and if their customers would even buy something like that.

Could just be a waste of time… or it could be a fun prank to pull on someone else. The kids who witnessed him and George suddenly become old men seemed to find it pretty hilarious. Fred continued to go back and forth on the idea until he gave up.

He groaned loudly, this was way easier when George was around to bounce ideas off of. He’d just have to wait until tomorrow morning, see what George had to say then.

Fred finally stopped walking once he realized that he had no clue where he was. He could easily apparate home, but his eyes were drawn to the building he stopped in front of.

The warm light was like a beacon, pulling Fred to it, without thinking he entered the small muggle establishment.

Inside it was cozy and smelled of vanilla and cinnamon.

The woman behind the counter watched Fred intently with a playful smile on her lips. His unique orange suit that clashed with his red hair piqued her interest, making her want to know more about him. He was by far the most intriguing person that’s walked in all week.

He carefully took in his new surroundings, mismatched furniture, local artwork decorating the walls, and the homey interior that reminded him of the burrow.

“Can I help you?” She spoke up, finally drawing his attention to her.

Fred blinked a few times, his mouth hanging open, he wasn’t expecting to meet anyone so...attractive. He openly stared a moment longer, taking in her features and her bright smile.

As he was about to reply, his mouth snapped shut, it just dawned on him that he didn’t have any money to pay for anything, well not any money that she’d want anyway.

Sheepishly running his hand through his hair, Fred chuckled, “‘Afraid I don’t have any money on me.”

“That’s alright, find a place to sit and I’ll bring you a little something,” y/n said pulling out an orange mug.

“You don’t have to do that,” Fred objected.

She laughed, “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing fancy. I’m gonna have to throw out this pot of coffee in a bit anyway.”

Fred smiled and took a seat by the window. She brought him a cup of coffee and a scone on a small matching plate, setting them both in front of him.

“Thank you…. y/n,” Fred added reading her name on the tag pinned to her apron. “I’m Fred, by the way,” he introduced himself.

“You’re welcome, I guess,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s just old coffee and a stale pastry.”

She lingered by the table, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet. “May I ask you a question?” Y/n finally asked, tilting her head.

“Sure,” Fred answered, taking a big bite of the scone, now realizing how hungry he was.

“What’s with the suit?”

He chuckled, “just left work.”

Y/n nodded, “and?”

Fred just stared at her, not quite understanding her interest in the suit.

“It’s just such an unusual color,” she explained, now noticing the gold ‘W’ pin on his tie and the playful design on his dress shirt.

“Oh, well, you see my brother George and I run a joke shop together, the suit just kind of goes with it all.”

She clapped her hands together, “That’s fantastic! Honestly, I love it, it’s a great suit.” Without thinking y/n took the seat across from Fred, not that he minded.

“So you and your brother own a joke shop? You look awfully young to own your own business.”

“Georgie and I have had a lifelong passion for practical jokes and pranks,” he explained, adding an obscene amount of sugar to his coffee. “We started designing and making our own products while we were still in school.”

“That’s incredible,” y/n gushed. “So as boys did you guys start off with things like hand buzzers and whoopee cushions?”

Fred quirked an eyebrow, what in the world was a whoopee cushion, “a what?”

“Oh you know, it’s a rubber cushion filled with air that you hide on someone’s seat, so it makes it sound like they broke wind,” she described.

Fred laughed, “That’s brilliant.”

He didn’t quite share his father’s interest in muggle gadgets, but maybe that’ll change. He could already imagine what the magical counterpart of a whoopee cushion would be like.

“What were some of your favorite pranks from your childhood?” Y/n asked, leaning forward, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Fred started sharing stories of some of their earlier pranks, making sure he left out all talk of magic and spells. The sound of her laughter and genuine interest spurred him on.

“Fireworks? Really? That’s unbelievable!” She gasped.

“I don’t think you quite grasp how much we despised that woman,” He smirked, finishing off his cup of coffee.

Y/n sighed, it had been quite some time since she’d had so much fun. She was about to ask him another question until she spotted the clock hanging on the wall.

“Oh wow!” She announced practically jumping out of her seat. “It’s getting late! It’s already past closing.”

“Sorry,” Fred started, standing up and getting ready to leave, but y/n lightly swatted his arm.

“Don’t be! I really enjoyed talking with you.” She grabbed the empty dishes off the table. Looking up at Fred, she bit her lip. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.”

A wide grin formed on Fred’s face, “Do you work tomorrow night?”

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