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shadesslut · 7 months

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KINKTOBER IDEA reader and ethan are fighting for top w! breeding kink to get ethan on bottom but he literally refuses to admit he's lost the battle and just turns from mean! dom! ethan and power bottom! reader to shy! bottom! ethan and mean! dom! reader like im in love w that dynamic ngl

delicate

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

(a/n: I know it's not kinktober anymore but wtv:(()

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Smut, a little breeding kink)

(a/n: not proofread)

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“Stop it.” He said sternly. His lips were swollen and a darker shade of pink. His hair was ruffled, and his curls hid her delicate fingers. Veiny hands gripped at her waist harshly as the boy pulled her halfway onto his lap. Her eyes lidded as she felt his hand snake around to her ass, but this isn’t how she wanted tonight to go. Ethan, the whiny brat he was, refused to not take the lead during sex. He always wanted to be the one in charge, telling her what to do, doing whatever he wants with her body. But she had needs too. She wanted to be in charge.

She pouted her bottom lip at him as he pulled away from kissing her neck, and the bastard laughed at her. His eyes slowly traced down to her pouting lip, and he swiped his thumb across the skin. “Ethan, please,” She begged.

He only shook his head. “Nah babe, I’m always on top.” He remarked slyly as he smirked. Her eyebrows raised in amusement. And she took that as a challenge.

Maybe Ethan deserved a little bit of teasing.

She huffed, and Ethan took that as a sign of a win. He leaned back on the couch, hand still on waist, and spread his legs open. She watched him as he patted his knee, urging her to sit on it, but she hadn’t given up yet.

“Let me make you feel good first.” She cooed at him. She arched her back and leaned forward, allowing a clear shot of her cleavage. Ethan stared with his mouth open, and he nodded. She placed her palm on his knee, taking her other hand to unzip his jeans. Ethan shifted his hips at her touches. He raised his free arm to the top of the couch cushion, resting his elbow. His gray shirt rode up, revealing his v-line. That spot was one of her favorites to look at. She loved looking at the strands of dark hair that were placed perfectly below his belly button.

He dryly chuckled at her staring. She shook her head and focused. Ethan raised his hips as she tugged on the waistband, pulling his jeans down to his calves. He was hard, obviously, but she needed to make sure she focused everywhere but his dick. She slid her fingers under his boxers on his thigh, and she leaned forward to softly kiss his lips. Ethan groaned as she kissed him, his eyes peeking down to her still hand.

She used her other hand to play with her tits. Ethan watched her movements as she made her way to his neck, and he involuntarily bucked his hips. “C’mon baby, I thought you wanted to make me feel good.” He whispered lowly. She smiled against his neck, his stubble poking at her skin.

“Be patient. Gotta get you worked up first,” She responded, and her hand slightly shifted to his inner thigh. She heard a quiet whine escape his lips, and she felt her thighs warm up. Her thumb caressed his skin back and forth. He whispered her name, and she glanced up to see his head resting on the couch cushion.

He hummed softly once she continued to pepper kisses all over his exposed neck, but he started to grow impatient. Her hand kept inching towards his aching cock ever so often, making sure she never got too close.

Ethan had never been this whiny before, and he hated to admit it, but maybe he secretly liked being manhandled more. He liked the way his body tensed and chilled up as her cold fingertips grazed over the tender flesh of his inner thigh. He liked the way he bucked his hips at her telling him no and to be patient.

Her fingertips finally grazed over the wet tip of his cock, and Ethan let out a yelp at the touch. He felt his cock twitch, and his face reddened from embarrassment of how needy he was.

She softly laughed at his reaction, and she retracted her hand. Ethan jerked his head up at her movements, his chocolate eyes glossy as his eyebrows curled upwards.

“What’re you doing?” He asked in a strained voice. His chest rose up and down at a quick pace, and his fingers shook as he waited patiently. She didn’t answer, she only hooked her fingers at the hem of her top, swiftly pulling it over her head as she exposed her breasts. Ethan’s lips parted open as he watched her. She situated herself to sit fully on his lap, and she heard Ethan swallow hard.

“Wanna take your shirt off for me, baby?” She whispered. Ethan’s movements stuttered as he quickly reached for his shirt, practically tearing it off of himself. She giggled at him being eager, and she wondered why she’d never done this before.

Her palms were immediately placed onto his chest, and he shuddered at the coolness. She hummed softly as she leaned into him, looking down at him like she owned him, she knew she owned him. Ethan’s eyes were watered, like he was about to cry. “Baby please, I-I need you. I need you to touch me, please.”

“How bad do you need me?” She asked, him wrapped around her finger.

“So bad, I need to feel you. I’m yearning for you, my entire body is aching for your pussy. I want you to fuck me like you’re angry with me, I want you to fuck me raw. Fuck, sweetheart I want you to ruin me and my cock.”

His chest was heaving up and down, and his cheeks were red. She stared at him for a moment, a small smirk painting her face. Her hand wrapped around his neck, and she swiftly and roughly pulled him up to her, smashing her lips on his. He whimpered into her mouth, his bottom lip trembling at the feeling of her against him. Hooking her fingers into the crotch of her panties, she rushedly pulled them to the side, raising herself up onto her knees.

“F-Fuck,” Ethan moaned, before she lined herself up with her dick. Giving him one soft kiss on his nose, she then sunk down on him, filling herself with him. Ethan’s eyes widened, and he threw his head back onto the couch, groaning her name. She sighed heavily as she sat full weight on him, her ass pressed flat against upper thighs. She closed her eyes as she bent over, resting the top half of her body on Ethan’s chest. She felt a part of him, like she was made to be one with him. One mind, and one body.

Her hips began to rock against him as she thrusted against him. Her face was pressed against his neck, her hot breath hitting on his delicate skin. Ethan was shaking, loving every second of pure lust. He whispered sweet nothings to her, telling her how good she made him feel, and she quickened her pace. She made love to him like her life depended on it.

The tip of his dick hit the squishy flesh of her sweet spot. Wet sounds filled their ears, and Ethan hummed with satisfaction. “Those are such pretty noises,” He whispered to her.

He started grinding into her, thrusting himself into her, and she started to get annoyed. Slapping him on his cheek, he stuttered his movements, looking at her in shock. She grabbed a hold of his face as her fingers squeezed his cheeks. “You’re not allowed to fucking move, got it?” She warned through gritted teeth. He only moaned in response as he nodded frantically. She loosened her grip on him, but his face remained in her hold.

“Fucking brat,” She whispered to herself.

She started again, bouncing on his dick, letting out soft gasps each time she sunk down. The only sounds coming out of Ethan were soft whimpers. His eyes were screwed shut as he took her assertiveness. She heard his breaths speed up, and she smiled to herself. Her tits bounced as she moved, enamoring Ethan even more. He wanted to memorize her movements, every crevice and curve on her body, every sound she made. She reached behind her, and before Ethan could ask what she was doing, he felt her fingers touching his balls. His head jerked up at the new feeling, and he let out a guttural groan.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He whined. Her middle finger rubbed harshly at the skin behind his scrotum, and Ethan’s eyes rolled back. His legs shook as she continued to manhandle him. “Baby,” he moaned softly.

“Hm? What is it, honey?” She asked, panting, also reaching her climax. He whined at the pet name.

“Please, just make me cum. Make me cum as many times as you want until I’m begging you to stop. Just please make me cum baby, please.” He begged as his glossy eyes stared up at her. His entire face was a darker shade of red than he had ever been, and he truly felt shameless. She smiled down at him. She kissed him delicately on his lips before quickening her movements, applying more pressure to her stroking. Ethan droned pathetically, and he mewled sweetly as he came. His cock twitched inside of her before he came, spewing out white streaks of cum. She didn’t mind it, the thought of his cum coating her insides, and the risk of her getting pregnant made her knees weak.

She smiled against her neck as they caught their breaths. His hand rested on her asscheek, while his other held the wrist of her hand that gripped his jaw. His eyelashes fluttered open, and he licked his lips upon looking at the line of her bare back. “Okay,” He huffed, annoyance slightly lacing his tone. She looked up at him through her lashes. “Maybe you’re better at being top.”

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #ghostface x reader #ethan kirsch #ethan landry smut #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry imagine #smut

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midnightsapphire · 1 year

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Hoodie

pairings : human!jake sully x human!reader ; navi!jake sully x navi!reader

warnings : abandonment, angst no comfort, eventual unrequited love

synopsis : you thought jake was the one, now you’re grasping straws at what was.. and what could have been

Break My Heart (Part 2)

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You'd probably think I was psychotic (if you knew)

What I still got in my closet (sad but true)

“You look cold, kid.” His voice rang out through the empty lab, nearly spooking the young biologist out of her stool as she tore her eyes away from the microscope, glancing down at the wheelchair clad man that she didn’t even know wheeled into her space. A small smile creeped onto her face as she turned to face the man, shrugging her shoulders as she rubbed her numb hands together to cause some heat.

“And you look like you’re not supposed to be here after hours.” She teased back, raising a taunting eyebrow as Jake rose his hands in defense, a crooked smirk adorning his own face as he wheeled himself next to her, eyeing the many loose papers strewn across her desk, no doubt putting in some extra work away from the prying eyes of her companions- more like competition.

“Guilty. Couldn’t just leave a pretty thing like you here alone, could I?” Jake said with a breathless laugh, head tilting as he saw (Y/N) turn back to her work, flicking the small knobs of her microscope, eyes furrowed as she tried to get a clear shot of the wild vegetation collected by her’s truly.

“Why are you really here, Jarhead?” (Y/N) teased lightly, twitching when she felt nimble fingers poke her side playfully, only then glaring at Jake as he leaned as best he could, draping a tattered old hoodie across her shoulders, instantly bringing warmth not only to her cold shoulders, but to her reddening cheeks.

“Couldn’t sleep. Figured you’d still be awake so.. I wanted to keep you company.” He said with a sheepish smile, one that he only held around her.

“Well, make yourself useful and write this down.” (Y/N) teased, describing everything she saw as Jake hurriedly grabbed a pen, jotting whatever he could catch, far too distracted by the animated way she spoke to write every single detail.

I slip it on over my shoulders

Something I'll never get over

It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

“You won’t guess where we’re at.” Jake said in amazement the moment the link broke, disconnecting himself to his avatar, dragging his motionless legs out of the chamber as he slid himself into his wheelchair that (Y/N) graciously held still until he got himself situated.

“Do you know how wreckless that was?! You could have gotten hurt.” She sighed in relief, draping herself across his body into a tight hug as he patted her back, laughing to himself at the concern written all over her face.

His hands drifted to the rough material of his hoodie, a warmth spreading through his chest as he slightly pulled away from her body, glancing at her head to toe as she looked at him in confusion.

“What?” She asked, the sleeves of his hoodie stretched over the palms of her hands, tugging at the end of the hoodie as it wrinkled over her waist when she had engulfed him into a tight hug, now resting over the middle of her thighs.

“You’re wearing it.” He hummed, pulling playfully at the sleeve as she scoffed, swatting at his shoulder.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at the smug smirk dancing across his face as she turned to hide the blush on her face. “It.. It calms me. Reminds me that eventually, you’ll be back.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, one Jake had to strain his ears to hear. Gently, he slung his hand into the hole of the sleeve, intertwining their hands. “For you? I’ll always come back.”

I can't keep your love

I can't keep your kiss

Gave you everything and all I got was this

“I’ll always come back.”

What a liar he was.

Day in and day out. Jake Sully found himself spending any chance he could in the link chambers, engrossed in all Pandora offered.

In all Neytiri offered.

(Y/N) had only heard fleeting whispers among the other scientists, how Jake Sully had found himself enamored by the chief’s daughter, who was assigned to teach him the ways of the people.

At first, it didn’t bother her. But with every growing day, every missed chance at conversation, it weighed on the woman’s heart as she saw his retreating back, not a word or greeting to her as she embarrassingly lowered her raised hand in greeting to him.

“She’s pretty.” (Y/N) mumbled, breaking the silence as she leaned over Jake’s unsuspecting shoulder. His body moved faster than his mind did, whipping his head towards her saddened gaze as his eyes softened.

“Sweetheart, you scared me.” He whispered, taking his hand in hers as he pulled her onto his lap.

“Is that..?”

“Neytiri. She’s been teaching me everything I know. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen!” Jake said enthusiastically, his hands waving about as he spoke of the beautiful flora of Pandora, the Omaticaya, their customs.

(Y/N) couldn’t help herself, leaning forward as she cupped his face in her hands, bringing him in for a gentle kiss that left them both speechless.

“What was that for?” Jake asked with a gentle laugh, resting his forehead against hers.

“You wouldn’t shut up.”

“Think you might have to do it again, kid. I still have so much to talk about.”

I'm still rocking your hoodie

And chewing on the strings

It makes me think about you

“Will this work, Norm?” (Y/N) asked hesitantly, eyeing the growing avatar in the chamber as she nervously bit at the drawstrings of Jake’s hooding. Her heart raced in her chest as she looked at the splitting figure of herself, but much taller, more defined, more blue.

“Of course! It should be ready by the end of the week, then you can surprise your little lover boy.” Norm teased, tilting his head to the unaware marine hunched over his own desk, most likely reciting the native language lest he get yelled at again by his mentor.

(Y/N) looked back at the encased chamber, glee filling her chest at the thought of exploring the world with the ex-marine, of learning- seeing the things he had talked so much to her about in the dead of night.

“I can’t wait..”

So I wear it when I sleep

I kept the broken zipper

And cigarette burns

It was finally the day, the fateful day that she showed the love of her life the new addition she had worked so hard to achieve. Her fingers danced along themselves as she listened to the instructions the other scientists had given her, testing her motor skills before giving her the okay to venture out of the cramped lab.

(Y/N) glanced around the wild flora of the world around her, almost in amazement as she took deep breaths of the native air. She walked along the soil, allowing it to dig in between her toes as she adjusted to the foreign terrain.

“Jake?” She called out once she had reached the outskirts of the village, clutching the material of Jake’s hoodie close to her chest, finding any comfort she could in the smell of his cologne, the fading smell of cigarettes that lingered from the lab.

“We have mated before Ewya.” She heard his familiar voice speak boldly to the people, hand clenched tightly into- who she assumed- was Neytiri’s hand.

(Y/N) felt her world stop as she saw Jake’s larger figure finally come to view, her hand loosening on his hoodie as she let out a breathless gasp.

All those late night kisses.

The soft whispers into the night.

It had all been a lie.

Still rocking your hoodie

Baby, even though it hurts

Jake’s ear twitched at the sound of movement at the edge of the forest, excusing himself momentarily as he followed the source of the sound, swearing he had seen a flash of blue dart away as he pushed away several leaves.

His eyebrows furrowed as he stepped on a soft material, glancing down at his feet as his heart stopped.

His hoodie.

The one he knew you never dared to take off.

#jake sully #jake sully imagine #jake sully imagines #jake sully x reader #jake x reader #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar imagine #avatar imagines #avatar way of water imagines #avatar way of water imagine #jake sully angst #jake sully blurb

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im-his-druidess · 9 months

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Listen ok this might be a bit weird lol but omg

Thomas and any other slashers you'd like to write for this with a reader who has an oral fixation. And this doesn't even have to be sexual. Slasher notices that she's almost always nibbling, biting, sucking her fingers, jewelry, etc.

Are the slashers curious? Do they want her to suck on their fingers? Are they worried about the cleanliness? I've always had this little idea in the back of my mind lol

Definitely an interesting thought...

Bo Sinclair

His mind would immediately be in the gutter. He would catch on pretty quick and would gladly offer his...services. Would find great enjoyment in just watching you mouth at whatever is closest to you. Finds it erotic and slightly endearing (Although he would never admit that part out loud...unless it's to tease you)

Vincent Sinclair

Would be more curious than Bo, but his mind would also eventually go to what else he could put in your mouth. (I fully believe he is a touch-starved sex fiend and nothing will change my mind) Would spend more time staring at you as you nibble/suck/chew on whatever you find and he more than likely has a few sketches of you doing so.

Michael Myers

Doesn't seem to care, but some items he will rip out of your mouth because he deems it "unsafe". Will absolutely randomly shove his fingers inside your mouth curiously before getting riled up and shoving you to your knees while pawing at his pants.

Otis Driftwood

Absolutely makes fun of you. Calls you names, some are pretty creative, before offering to give you something to keep your mouth busy. Anytime he sees you start to nibble or suck on random things he's immediately palming himself through his pants and dragging you closer. Is perhaps trying to condition you to seek him out when you want something in your mouth.

Luigi Largo

Secretly finds it endearing, but will gut anybody who hears him say it. Will buy you whatever fidget toys you want, numerous necklaces that you can safely put in your mouth, and will threaten Pavi when he starts making lewd comments. Although it does give him some ideas...

Thomas Hewitt

Is transfixed almost immediately by this habit of yours. Will poke at your lips or cheek when you spend a while gnawing on something, prompting you to give your mouth a break, and he will make all sorts of racket and threatening rumbles if Hoyt (or anyone else) says something inappropriate. Will awkwardly but earnestly massage your jaw if you complain about it being sore. Just finds it fascinating.

Brahms Heelshire

Is curious about your habit and will even try to chastise you for putting random things in your mouth. Chewing on your necklaces isn't "ladylike" and he will pout about it before you explain to him that it's something you really can't control. He then will start finding random things to gift you that you could use instead and will stare at you the entire time. Mind definitely goes to the gutter and he will eventually start shoving his fingers in your mouth hopefully.

Jason Voorhees

Is at a loss on what to do or act. Will snatch things away from you if he thinks it's dangerous or dirty, will stare at you for an almost uncomfortable amount of time, but will ultimately try to find things for you to keep you distracted that he deems "safe". His mind does go into the gutter but he won't act on his urges out of shame or embarrassment. Will bring you items from his victims to see if it's something that will help you. Will pat your head or nudge your shoulder if he finds you doing it without thought.

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hangesdarling · 2 months

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Hello I’m aware your request are open so allow me to ask for Mary and/or yumeko with a fem!reader who’s shorter then them

(Idk if you write poly but I’d like it if it was and yumeko x Mary x reader please)

Yumeko and Mary with a shorter girlfriend...

PAIRING. Yumeko Jabami x fem!reader x Mary Saotome

CONTENT. just yumeko and mary being the best girlfriends <33

A/N. i'm happy to do both hehe

being yumeko and mary's girlfriend could be a lot of fun and disaster

they both like how much you're shorter than them as they find the height difference extremely cute

the first year you and mary were classmates, she would subtly tease you, snickering when you're right beside her because of the height difference but her teasing often sounded like flirting and when you teased her back, she'd become a blushing mess

the first time you and yumeko met, it was in a gambling room. after that game, yumeko found you interesting and was looking after you. she moved silently so you didn't notice her peeking over your shoulder which surprised you. she apologized for surprising you. she remarked how adorable you were when you studied your cards. a day never passed when she's not around you since then.

when you can't reach something on the shelf, mary would be the type to just reach it for you. no trouble, anything for her girlfriend, sure

on the other hand, yumeko would playfully lift you by your waist so you could get it, laughing more if you ever topple over each other (mary just shakes her head at you two)

mary thinks you look adorable when you borrow her clothes because they look longer on you, her bigger shirts might look like a short dress when you wear it

yumeko loves sharing her clothes with you too, and would probably wear some of yours despite how short it is on her.

yumeko always manages to convince you and mary to have slumber parties on weekends. you'd probably spend the night painting each other's nails a cute shade or playing different variations of poker

at bedtime, mary insists on being your bigger spoon while yumeko usually switches around so she can hug both you and mary (better keep her in the middle)

yumeko is the cuddliest so she would often hug you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder or the top of your head while mary likes it when your face is buried in her chest

"you look like a cat, y/n," yumeko would say, poking your cheek. "eh? what does that mean?" you would chuckle. "when you cuddle into mary's chest, you look just like a cat. pretty cute," she would giggle, placing a soft kiss on your nose. (in reality, she just wants to cuddle you like that more often or have mary cuddle you both like a pair of felines)

expect to receive a lot of forehead kisses from both of them

when in a waiting line, they instinctively put you in front so they can put their hands around your shoulders or your waist

mary pats your head or ruffles your hair whenever you cuddle with her. a reassuring hand is her show of affection

yumeko always takes your hand, loving how it feels around her fingers

both adore you when you try on high heels but love whatever you put on nonetheless

mary and yumeko always tell you you're just the right size for cuddles and never fail to make you feel that way

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated, sweethearts <3

#yumeko jabami #yumeko jabami x reader #mary saotome #mary saotome x reader #kakegurui #kakegurui x reader #kakegurui fanfiction #✂ rem writes____✍︎

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rebelliousstories · 1 month

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His Girl

Relationship: Luke Alvez x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Themes

Word Count: 1,095

Main Masterlist: Here

Criminal Minds Masterlist: Here

Summary: When Luke speaks about his girl, people assume now that he is talking about Roxy. Although he does love his dog, he is not speaking about her.

“What are your plans for the weekend, Alvez?” Jennifer called out to her teammate who was packing up his effects.

“Just hanging out with my girl. Gonna take it easy the whole weekend.” He replied with a big smile on his face.

“Ah, date night with Roxy. Sounds like a dream.” She teased, beginning to pack up her own things.

“Yeah. Date night with the girl.” Luke reiterated; his mind wandered for a minute.

“Oh, big night I’m assuming?” JJ asked, stopping her movements for a bit.

“Not really. It’s just the first time we’ve been able to have a night to ourselves in a while.” He said, drumming his fingers against the desk.

“Who’s having a date night? What’s going on?” Garcia asked, coming around the corner with Rossi.

“Luke is apparently planning a big date night with Roxy.” JJ teased again, to which the man chuckled once more.

“Listen, tomorrow night. Dinner at my place. Spouses welcome for a family.” Rossi stated, looking towards everyone.

“Mind if I bring my girl?” Luke asked, whipping his phone out and beginning to type.

“As much as I love Roxy, we’re having a dog free dinner.” Rossi shot back, and Luke typed out a message before pocketing his phone.

“Understood. Text the details, but I’ve gotta get going before I get in trouble.” Luke bid them goodbye, and left the building. As soon as he got into his car, his phone rang.

“Hey, pretty lady. Yes, I’m leaving now. Yeah I can pick up some takeout. Whatcha want? Mexican? Alright, whatever my girl wants. Be home soon.” He hung up, and began to drive. All he could think about was getting home to his girl. The time getting the food was spent daydreaming about that evening. Arriving home, Luke poked his head around trying to find a sign of life.

“Baby? Anybody home?” He called out, looking around as he entered the apartment. The sound of nails clicking on the floor alerted him to his dog coming to see his owner.

“Roxy! Hey girl, where’s your mom, huh?” He asked, giving her lots of scratches around her face, ears, and chin. Footsteps followed the same path the Sheppard was just walking to the excited sound of a woman.

“Baby, you’re home!” Luke poked his head up and found just who he was looking for.

“Hey sweetheart.” He stood and opened his arms, to which she launched herself into happily. Luke picked her up by the backs of her thighs and walked them over to the counter to set down the food and his girlfriend. Pulling away just a little, he stood very close to her and shared a sweet kiss.

“I have missed you.” He whispered, ducking his head into the crook of her neck.

“I missed you too baby. How was your day?” She asked, stroking a hand through his curls.

“Good. Just a paperwork day. Listen,” he pulled away a little bit more, “there’s a dinner tomorrow night. Family BAU night, spouses included. I want you to meet my team tomorrow night.”

“Okay. Yeah, let’s do it. You got dinner for tonight though, right?” She asked, patting his chest. Luke chuckled and pulled away, and tapped the styrofoam boxes next to them.

“Right here, my lady.” He replied, feeling a chuckle bubble to the surface as he pressed another kiss to her lips.

“Well, let’s have dinner and I’ll show you how excited I am to meet your team finally.” She trailed a hand over his chest, and leaned into her lover.

“Ooo, I love the sound of that.” Luke responded, bringing her in for another kiss.

The next evening, everyone was gathered around the dinner table. They were just waiting on Luke to arrive, and talking about it in the meantime.

“So do you think that Luke is gonna bring Roxy? Cause I’m totally okay with that, even if Rossi is not.” Garcia gushed with a glass of wine in hand.

“Who knows? I mean, that is the only female Luke has ever mentioned in his life.” Spencer piped up with his own glass of wine.

“I know, but like Rossi said no dogs and I kind of want a Roxy exception to that.” Garcia commented. Just then, a pick up truck pulled into the spacious driveway of David’s house. They waited for the man to walk through the house and come into the backyard. Everyone turned to face the door to the house from the backyard,and watched as a man and a woman walked through that door.

“Who is that?” Garcia asked with her voice squeaking.

“Hey everybody.” Luke chimed in, walking with a hand on the woman’s back.

“Welcome. Who is this lovely lady?” David walked up to the couple, and brought the man in for a hug. She provided her name while shaking hands with the agent.

“It’s so lovely to meet everyone finally.” She stated, scanning her eyes over the rest of agents around the tables.

“Well, Bella, we are oh so excited to meet you. Come and sit.” Rossi held out his arm, looped hers through it, and led her over to the table. Luke chuckled as he shook his head and walked over to the table as well. Making her rounds of introductions, she learned each one of the other agents names while giving them her own. Luke pulled out her seat and made sure she was settled before moving on to getting into his own.

“So you’re with Alvez? I mean, how does he land someone like you?” Penelope asked, absolutely floored by the woman before her. She laughed as she held hands with her boyfriend underneath the table.

“Yes, we’re together. Um, well we met in a dog friendly bookstore. It had a little coffee shop attached and that’s where Roxy came up to me. She introduced me to her dad, and that was that.” She explained, looking over at her lover with a gleam in her eyes.

“Oh, that is straight out of a romance novel.” Tara piped in with, sipping her wine.

“It kind of was. I was shocked to find my dream girl in the middle of Barks and Books. But here we are.” Luke proclaimed, gazing right back at his girlfriend. Rossi raised his glass, leading the whole team in a toast.

“To the happy couple we did not know was here the whole time.” Glasses clinked, and cheers were started all around the table. Sips were taken, and Luke was glad that his team could finally meet his girl.

#rebelliousstories #writing #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #luke alvez #luke alvez imagine #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x you

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paperultra · 9 months

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daisy, sweet pea, darling.

Pairing: OPLA!Usopp x Reader Word Count: 1,295 words Warnings: None

serendipity (noun): finding something good without looking for it

“Yo, Usopp.” You walk over to where your friend slouches against a tree and crouch down beside him. “Guess what I found.”

Usopp blinks at you, chewing idly on several slices of a tangerine. “Treasure?” he ventures through a full mouth.

“Nope.”

He swallows. “What, then?”

Triumphantly, you move your hand out from behind your back, presenting the daisy you’d found in front of his face. “A freaky-looking flower. Check it out.”

“Oh, dang!” Usopp drops his tangerine peels on the ground and takes the daisy, poking at the elongated flowerhead. “Hey, it looks like a smile.” He twirls it upside down. “Or a frown. Where’d you get it?”

“On that hill over there. I almost stepped on it while I was looking for actual treasure with Nami.”

He nods thoughtfully for a few seconds. “… You know,” he drawls, eyebrows arching pridefully in a way that tells you that whatever’s coming next is a total lie, “I found a three-headed rose in Kaya’s garden once.”

“Really,” you say.

“Yeah. It was huge. Easily the size of my face. And redder than a pirate’s blood.” Usopp rubs his chin, squinting at your daisy. “I was gonna pick it to show you and Kaya, but then Sham showed up out of nowhere with this giant shovel … I wasn’t in the mood for a fight, so I decided on a tactical retreat to prevent a commotion from disturbing you guys.”

Cue a slight pause for effect. You stare at him, then snort and poke his forehead.

“Please,” you laugh as Usopp makes a face. “You love making a commotion, Usopp.”

He gasps in offense. “Excuse me? I only make a commotion if the situation calls for it.”

“Uh-huh.” A grin spreading across your face, you fall back to sit properly and rest your back against the tree. “Then I guess we’re in a lot of situations that call for it?”

“Look, as your captain, I made a solemn vow to protect you guys. I have an eye for danger, okay? Just because you don’t see it as quickly as I do doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

“Aye, Cap’n.” Despite your teasing, there’s some truth to his words. “You do have a good eye for things that want to kill us, I admit.”

Usopp’s chest puffs out with pride, and you chuckle, sliding further down the tree until you’re lying on the ground, head resting on a large root.

A warm breeze brushes past the two of you. Your eyelids fall halfway, a sudden drowsiness taking over.

Your gaze moves to the weird flower still in Usopp’s hand. “Hey, ’Sopp, could you hold onto that daisy for me? Just while I take a quick nap. I’m really … sleepy all of a sudden …”

“Oh. Uh, sure.”

“Thanks.” You yawn, closing your eyes completely. “’M gonna pick some more later to bring on board. Haven’t seen flowers in a while …”

As you drift off, you think that Usopp pats your shoulder gently, murmuring for you to have a good nap, but you’re not totally sure.

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You dream about three-headed roses and daisies with centers that stretch on for miles.

When Nami shakes you awake, the sun has gotten a little lower, but the sky is still as blue as ever.

“We’re heading off soon,” she tells you.

“Okay.” You stretch and get to your feet, looking down towards the Going Merry. Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji are already on deck. “Where’s Usopp?” you ask.

“Oh, I saw him earlier back on that hill,” she replies, casting a glance over her shoulder. “He told me to go on ahead without him.”

Humming and brushing the dirt off the seat of your pants, you wonder whether Usopp went to look for more weird daisies. “I see. We’ll meet him at the ship, then?”

“Eventually.”

The two of you take the short journey down to Merry. Nami laments the empty treasure chests she had found while you were napping, and you sympathize with her, concluding that the legendary treasure island was not what it cracked up to be.

You help out with ship preparations while waiting for Usopp to get back, and once he does, you greet him happily.

“Found what you were looking for, Usopp?”

“Yeah. I mean, kind of. Er.”

One of his hands is behind his back, a mirror image of yourself when you had approached him at the tree, and you tilt your head curiously as he chews his bottom lip.

“What is it?”

Nami passes by behind him, and Usopp yelps as he suddenly stumbles forward. He trips over his feet, arms shooting out to steady himself.

A flash of white and pink catches the corner of your eye. Turning your attention to Usopp’s hand, your eyebrows raise and your lips part in surprise.

“Usopp,” you start.

He finally catches his balance and peers up at you. Perplexed, he turns his head slowly towards his outstretched arm, and then he slumps in resignation.

“Yeah,” he says with a sigh, extending the bouquet in your direction. “It’s for you.”

Gingerly, you take the flowers into your hands. Daisies and sweet pea flowers smile up at you, their stems held together with a long stem of grass tied into a bow. Buried in the middle is the stretched-out daisy you had left in Usopp’s care.

As you lift the bouquet to your nose to take a sniff, Usopp shifts awkwardly in front of you. “I was gonna make it a whole bunch of those weird daisies, but I think you picked the only one on the island,” he says. “I looked everywhere. Nami told me to just add some sweet peas so it at least smells really good.”

“It does,” you assure him, not bothering to bite down the grin on your face as you meet his eyes. Your heart flip-flops in your chest. “I love it, Usopp. Thank you.”

His eyes light up. “Well,” Usopp says, and he seems uncharacteristically bashful despite the giant smile on his own face, gripping the strap of his knapsack and rocking back on his heels. “I was also, like. Kinda thinking that maybe you’d wanna, y’know … check out the stars with me out on the deck later tonight, when we have time? If you want.”

“Will you tell me some stories about them?” you ask.

“Of course,” he immediately replies. “I have tons … y’know, I actually have a constellation named after me. Maybe we’ll see it.”

“Really? That’s something I’d like to see.” You step closer. “It’s a date, then?”

“It’s a …” Usopp stares at you, opening and closing his mouth for a split second. He wets his lips and coughs. “Yeah, it’s a date! I mean, I meant to say that explicitly at the beginning, but I didn’t want to pressure you in case that wasn’t what you wanted, so …”

“I’d love to go on a date with the mighty Captain Usopp,” you say.

“You would? I-I mean, cool. You won’t be disappointed.”

His usual swaggering persona returns, and you laugh, keeping your bouquet close to your chest. Your mind goes hazy with fondness.

Luffy shouts something from Merry’s figurehead, pulling the pair of you out of your little bubble and back into the real world. With one last shared smile, you reluctantly drift away from each other to go where you’re needed.

For the rest of the day, neither of you are particularly helpful. Those who are aware of the reason and its significance (Nami, Sanji, and Zoro) don’t give you or Usopp much scolding for it, though mischievous remarks are found around every corner and all throughout dinner.

You don’t mind, not at all – especially with how bright the stars are that night.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #usopp x reader #opla usopp #usopp #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #fluff #i love usopp bro he's so funnyy #i just finished the syrup village arc in the anime and i loved him even more #he has a rlly big heart !! even tho he's scared out of his wits he's determined to become someone who lives up to his lies !!

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bellebridgerton · 10 months

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Best Buddies: Chapter 1 (Modern Benedict Bridgerton x plus size!fem!reader)

✨Masterlist✨

Y/n walked into the Number Five, she laughed as Hyacinth and Gregory circled her, "Hello loves, what's up?"

The two started talking over each other, trying to tell her about their day.

Benedict leaned in the doorway of the drawing room, "Ah, now you've got them going." He smirked, admiring his best friend and how well she handled his younger siblings.

Y/n smiled, "That all sounds lovely, we'll talk later, okay? Benedict asked me to come over, my loves."

Hyacinth and Gregory nodded and ran off to play.

Yn turned back to Benedict, "So what do you need help with?"

Benedict raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "Am I not allowed to simply enjoy your company?"

Y/n walked closer to Benedict and put her hand over his crossed arms, "Of course you can, but I sense you need something more from me than just my company, Benny."

"Oh, you know I don't like that nickname!," Benedict whined.

This made Y/n giggle, "It's never going away, it's been the same for the last ten years. Year nine art class, and the rest is history, my dear Benny." She gave him her best smile and he couldn't help but fold.

Benedict kissed her head, "You know me too well, love. I need a distraction, I'm wracking my brain waiting on a score for a very important exam." Thing is, despite how well she knew him, he had one very big secret. She's his love.

Y/n nodded, understanding, "Then you've called the right lady! What did you have in mind? Movie and take out? Games? Smoke sesh?" She looked up at him like he hung the moon, because to her, he did.

Benedict gently took her hands in his, "Dealer's choice, love." He'd do whatever she wants to.

Y/n gently squeezed his hands, "How about we smoke, I'll order your favorite take out, and we'll put on a show, just waste the night away. We can worry about the score tomorrow."

Benedict grinned and wrapped her up in his arms, "You are amazing!"

Laughing and enjoying the moment, Y/n hugged Benedict back, "Thank you, Benny." She looked up at Benedict, "I love your family, I really, really do, but can we do this in your bedroom or our flat?"

Benedict rubbed his hand up and down her back, "Our flat sounds perfect, love." He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

Y/n squealed and lightly, playfully beat on his back, "Benny! Put me down!"

Benedict placed Y/n in the passenger seat of his car and fastening her seatbelt for her, "There you are, love."

Y/n blushed a bit and raised an eyebrow at Benedict, "I'm a big girl, I can buckle myself in."

Benedict just chuckled, slipping into the driver's seat, "Even so, I just did it, so deal with it." He starts the drive to his flat, "What kind of movie do you have in mind?"

Gently poking his cheek, Y/n smiled, "I was thinking either something scary or something funny."

Benedict thought for a moment, "What about a rom-com?"

Y/n groaned, "You know I don't like those, I know it's your night, but please no rom-coms, Benny."

"Fine, fine, how about a horror movie and a romance movie?," Benedict replied as he parked in the parking garage.

As she was undoing her seatbelt, Y/n nodded, "Sounds perfect to me."

Benedict rushed around to open her door for her, they may have loved to tease each other, but he was a gentleman regardless. He took her hand to help her out of the car. Y/n accepted his hand, "Thank you, Benny."

Benedict wrapped his arm around her waist and walked with her to their shared flat, "Will I ever hear the end of that nickname?"

"Nope!," Y/n patted his chest a few times with her hand, "We'll be old and grey before I even think of not using your nickname sometimes."

Benedict unlocked the front door to their flat, "You're so lucky I love you."

Y/n walked in before Benedict, "I love you too, Benny." He groaned, but didn't feel it was worth the bickering for the moment. Y/n smiled, "What are you in the mood to have for dinner?" She made her way to his bedroom, opening his dresser drawers and finding some short shorts and an old shirt. She loved that she could somehow fit his more relaxed clothes.

Benedict leaned in the doorway of his bedroom, "I have been craving Chinese all week."

Y/n whirled around and looked at Benedict, "You don't get to watch me change, you cheeky man!"

Benedict held his hands up in surrender, "You left the door open, love. I will close the door on my way out." He sat on his bed and watched for her next move.

She narrowed her eyes at Benedict, "Out! This is not a free show, Benny!"

Benedict whined playfully, "Oh come on! If only for artistic reasons?" Y/n shook her head, pointing towards the door. Benedict sighed, "Well, it was worth a shot!"

A smile cracked on Y/n's face, "Cute, but seriously, Benny, a little privacy please. I'll be all yours for the rest of the night, after I change clothes."

He relented and stood up, making his way out of his bedroom, "Fine, I suppose." He closed the door behind himself and muttered, "All mine for the night, if only."

Before finally getting settled into the sofa, Y/n put the boxes of Chinese she ordered for herself and Benedict in the microwave. Benedict rounded the corner of the kitchen island and stood next to her, he held up two forks, "Let's dig in!"

Y/n smiled up at Benedict, "You need to finish your joint first, you said you wanted to get high."

Benedict picked up the small piece that was left of his joint, "Finish it for me?" He gave her his best puppy dog eyes.

She sighed, "I'll take a drag, but I rolled it for you." She grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to her lips. Y/n took a long drag, then leaned in close to Benedict's face, aiming the smoke towards his slightly parted lips, "There, all yours, Benny."

He was in a daze, it was almost as bad as it had been earlier when he watched her lick the paper to seal his joint for him. The way her tongue moved had him weak in the knees, luckily he was sitting down then.

Benedict finished his joint and opened the microwave, "Can we eat now?"

Y/n smiled, "Yes, let's eat!" She helped him bring the bag the boxes were delivered in to the living room. She got comfortable on the sofa and opened the food she got just for her, while handing him his food, and leaving their shared food untouched for the time being.

Benedict found a movie that he had been wanting to see, it was a romantic comedy, but he wasn't about to tell Y/n that. He hoped he could open her mind a bit, Daniel Radcliffe was the leading actor, after all.

Y/n could quickly tell it was a romantic comedy, but she chose not to get on Benedict about it and give this one a chance.

The movie was very funny, and the story was sweet, Y/n actually enjoyed it. She lifted her head from Benedict's shoulder and looked at him, "I will admit, I enjoyed that one." The smile that broke out across Benedict's face, she'd do anything to see that smile all the time.

He chuckled, "I'm glad, love. What did you have in mind for a horror movie?"

Y/n shrugged, "Let's see what's available." She flipped through a few before settling on The Barbarian. While she did love horror movies, she had an ulterior motive for picking a horror movie, Benedict held onto her whenever he got scared, how could she pass up the opportunity?

Benedict wasn't a huge fan of horror movies, although they did give him an excuse to hold her closer than usual, but she didn't need to know that.

Unveiling his face from Y/n's hair, Benedict watched the end of the movie, his hands still around her waist. Y/n smiled faintly and was gently rubbing his back, "It's almost over, don't worry."

Benedict rested his head on top of her's, "Can we put on something a little more lighthearted?" He made no attempt to release her from his hold.

Y/n grabbed the remote and put on his favorite show, That 70's Show. She relaxed in his hold, slightly craning her neck to meet his eyes, "How are you feeling, Benny?"

He smiled lazily, "Relaxed, happy. Thank you for taking care of me, love. Could you give me a tattoo? You left your home kit in my room last week, by the way."

Y/n laughed, "I knew it! I couldn't find it anywhere! Are you sure you want a tattoo?"

Benedict grinned, he trusted her, as she was a very talented tattoo artist, "Honestly, I'm surprised you never asked me to be your guinea pig when you were learning."

Y/n smiled warmly, "And you would have let me tattoo you then?"

He nodded, "Of course, we always support each other in our endeavors. Could you do something with color? Not too large, on my inner left forearm?"

Y/n shifted in his hold, "I would love to, you get comfortable, I'll get you prepped." She gently left his side and stood up, "Do you want numbing cream?"

Benedict smiled, "I should think I can go without numbing cream, you can certainly withstand tattoos without it," he lightly teased.

Playfully rolling her eyes, Y/n went to grab her kit from his bedroom, she calls, "Just for that, you won't get any numbing cream, Benny!" She came back and cleaned up the coffee table, wiped it down and pulls a short stool over to the sofa. She put on gloves, then gently took Benedict's arm, "I'm going to shave the area, then cleanse it." Benedict nodded in understanding.

Y/n put the tattoo gun down and gently wiped down his fresh tattoo, she looked at his face, "You did sit very well, Benny. I'm proud of you!"

Benedict nodded, "Thank you, love. Although, it does feel a bit sore."

Y/n grabbed a black patch from her kit and placed it over Benedict's new tattoo, fastening it with tape, "It'll be fine, your muscles just got repeatedly stabbed, it's going to be sore for a bit." She kissed his cheek softly, "You sat wonderfully for it, thank you, Benny."

He chuckled, "Thank you for doing this for me, love."

She cleaned up her kit and disposed of the needles she used and her gloves, "Any time, friends and family discount. Plus a little practice for me never hurts." She knew he would never abuse the privilege to get free tattoos.

Benedict gently carried Y/n to his bedroom since it was closer, using one hand to open the door, then pull back the covers. He placed her in his bed and tucked her in, kissing her forehead, "Sweet dreams, my darling."

Y/n grabbed onto his t-shirt as he was pulling away, "Come to bed, please."

Benedict smiled softly and gently stroked her hair, watching her sleepy face, just barely seeing her irises through her heavy eyelids, "Oh, I was going to take the couch."

She opened her eyes a bit more, "I don't bite, you can also sleep in your bed." She gave him a sleepy smile, how could he ever say no to her?

Benedict gently touched her cheek with his thumb, "Okay, I'll stay." He got up and turned out the light, street lights outlining Y/n's tired form. Benedict climbed into bed on the opposite side of the mattress, opting to keep some space between himself and Y/n. Of course he'd much prefer to have her close, but he couldn't find an excuse to hold her.

Y/n rolled over as she fell back to sleep, her arm resting across his stomach. She cuddled up to Benedict and rested her head on his chest. Benedict gently pulled her closer, rubbing her back and kissing her head, "Goodnight, my love." He felt he could call her that since she was asleep.

✨Next Chapter✨

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widowsistersandfriends · 14 days

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Sisterly Love

Request: hi! could you do a fic with nat and yelena? i’ve been missing these sisters sooo much lately. maybe yelena is having a bad day so natasha gives her cheer up tickles (which yelena secretly loves) or something like that? with some gentle back tickles? if not, no worries! love your fics so much, you’re an amazingly talented writer!

Note: Thank you so much for the kind words and for this request! I appreciate you being patient with me getting this fic out. Nat and Yelena are so cute, and I love writing for their close sister bond. Enjoy!

Word Count: 857

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Yelena was having a rough day. It seemed like luck wasn’t on her side at all. First, Fanny pooped inside the house this morning, then Yelena found a bug in her cereal, and then she had stubbed her toe while walking to dump out her bowl.

The blonde was now on the couch, pouting and not doing anything to avoid any more bad luck scenarios. However, Natasha had noticed and was concerned since her sister was usually goofy and planning mischievous pranks.

“What’s wrong Yelena?” Natasha asked softly, taking a seat next to her.

“It’s nothing Natasha,” Yelena said flatly, as Natasha knew something was wrong since her sister usually referred to her as ‘Poser.’

“Yelena, I know you better than anyone and I know something is up. You can trust me with whatever it is,” Natasha said, softly placing a hand on her sister’s shoulder.

Yelena knew it was true, but the only thing holding her back was embarrassment. It seemed silly to dwell over the small things that had happened today. Most of them were inconveniences but not anything that had hurt her or others.

Yelena just shook her head and scooted away from her sister, much to Natasha’s dismay. However, being the excellent spy she was, Natasha could feel and sense the mischief coming off of her sister. She wasn’t in her grumpy mood anymore. She was in her ‘tough act’ mood.

“Guess I have to cheer you up somehow right?” Natasha said, following her sister.

The slight hitch in breath from Yelena was all Natasha needed to know that her sister was trapped and knew she was in for some form of tickling.

“Natasha don’t!” Yelena gasped, as Natasha poked her ribs.

“Oh so she speaks!” Natasha teased, gently spidering her fingers up and down her sister’s sides.

“Nahahahat stahahahap,” Yelena giggled, squirming on the couch, but not pushing her sister’s hands away.

“You like this don’t you?” Natasha asked, as Yelena struggled to hold in her giggles.

“I wanna hear that happy laughter from my baby sister again,” Natasha cooed, as she gently dug into Yelena’s ribs. Despite it being gentle tickling, this made Yelena belly laugh.

“AHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHATASHA PLEHEHEHEASE,” the blonde cried, half-heartedly swatting at Natasha’s hands.

“Please what?” Natasha asked.

Yelena continued laughing without saying anything, which Natasha knew that meant that her sister was enjoying this and didn’t want her to stop. She knew the minute she wanted her to stop she would be very adamant about it.

“Are you all cheered up?” Natasha asked, skittering her nails over Yelena’s feet.

“YEHEHES IHIHI AHAHAM,” Yelena cackled while trying to kick her sister.

After letting her sister recover, Natasha finally asked what was bothering Yelena.

“It’s dumb…I just had so many minor inconveniences that it put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day,” Yelena explained.

“Is that why you were moping on the couch?” Natasha asked.

“I wasn’t moping. I just didn’t want to have any more negative things happen to me today,” Yelena insisted.

“I understand why you felt that way, and I’m sorry all those things happened to you. But luckily those seem like isolated incidents, so they probably won’t happen too often,” Natasha reassured her.

“I guess so,” Yelena agreed.

“Come here and snuggle with me. It’ll make your day better,” Natasha said, patting a spot next to her. Yelena quickly crawled over and snuggled into her sister.

“You know what else was an isolated incident today?” Yelena asked after a bit.

“What?”

“You being right,” Yelena said, as Natasha used one arm to trap Yelena and the other to scratch and tickle Yelena’s back.

“POHOHOSER NOHOHO,” Yelena squealed, jerking and squirming on the couch.

“What? I’m just giving you back scratches,” Natasha said innocently. Most people would see it as back scratches, but with Yelena, she was so ticklish that any trace or scratch would elicit giggles and laughter from her.

“Don’t move,” Natasha teased, as she continued to scratch her nails up and down Yelena’s spine, causing the younger sister to shriek with laughter.

“Well you moved so I guess I have to punish you even more,” Natasha said, as she now focused on doing quick wiggles over the back of Yelena’s ribs. The blonde absolutely lost it, falling into hysterical laughter that could be heard from outside.

“Geez, your back is that bad?” Natasha asked teasingly, occasionally tickling her sides.

“Say I’m right all the time and it’ll be over,” Natasha stated, as she continued to drag her nails all around her back.

“FIHIHINE yohohou’re alwahahahays rihiHIHIGHT,” Yelena barely managed to squeal out.

“Now was that so hard?” The redhead asked, knowing that Yelena loved to say certain things just so she would get tickles.

Yelena pouted and returned to her position to cuddle Natasha.

“Feeling better?” Natasha asked.

“Yes,” Yelena said, stopping herself from calling her sister a poser for once.

The two sisters cuddled on the couch and napped. Eventually they were woken up by the sound of Yelena’s stomach growling, which they both knew what that meant. It was time for macaroni and cheese. With hot sauce.

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autumn816 · 25 days

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Those George pictures did something so of course I had to write. Enjoy 1.3k of uncles/dads gewis. I guess a little sequel to this.

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“Do you really have a baby in your tummy?”

George lets Leo poke him in the stomach a few more times before intercepting his hands and keeping them between his own hands. His baby bump isn’t too big yet. It’s still showing a little but he can easily cover it up with loose clothes. He is only 17 weeks in.

“Yeah. I do.”

“So, I’m getting a cousin?”

“You are.”

“This is your fault.” Leo crosses his arms, looking at Lewis with accusing eyes.

“My fault?” The corners of Lewis’ lips twitch in amusement. “How?”

“I don’t know. You must have done something to Uncle George. You can’t come near him anymore. I won’t let you.”

Oh, Lewis has done something to him, alright.

“Yeah, I did do something to Uncle George. We—”

“Finish the sentence and you and the sofa will be best mates for the next few months.”

Lewis has practically shifted into his home. He wasn’t lying to George when he said that whatever they do, they do it together. That George won’t be alone. He just didn’t expect it to this extent, in a whole literal sense where sometimes George can’t even go to the toilet without as much as telling Lewis where he is going. George gets it. The anxiety of a first child but George can do with some freedom.

It’s also confusing. He doesn’t know where he stands with Lewis. If they are still doing the whole fake dating thing since they didn’t actually go with their fake break-up or are they actually together now. The things they have done in the past few months are messing with George’s brain about what the status of their relationship is.

“I wasn’t actually gonna tell him. Who do you think I am?”

“I can tell him.” Milly lifts her head from George’s shoulder. A grin on her face. “So what happens is—”

“Milly.”

Her grin widens. “It’s an educational lesson.”

“Tell me.”

“No,” George denies. “You need to go take a bath.”

“Tell me first.”

“Bath or we aren’t going out for ice cream.” George gives his nephew an ultimatum. Or threatens with an ultimatum, more like.

“That’s not nice, Uncle G.” Leo huffs. “At least tell me if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“I don’t know yet,” George says. His ultrasound is next week. They’ll find out then.

“I hope it’s a boy,” Milly says.

“No,” Leo argues. “A girl. So I can be the only boy. Three girls and one boy.”

“It’s gonna be a boy.”

Leo doesn’t take the bait. “Fine. As long as we get another playing buddy.”

“You will but right now, go shower,” George repeats.

“I don’t want to.” Leo turns to Lewis, looking at him with puppy eyes. “Can you tell Uncle G that I don’t need to take a bath?”

Lewis’ eyes land on him. George only raises an eyebrow, daring Lewis to say something other than no.

Lewis ruffles Leo’s hair. “Sorry, kiddo. You gotta take your bath.”

“Wow. One look from Uncle George is all it took,” Milly teases. “I expected better from you.”

“What can I say? I’m smart enough to pick my battles.” Lewis jumps in on the joke.

“He can be scary.” Leo joins in as well.

George rolls his eyes. “Alright, give it a rest.”

The three burst out laughing and high-fived each other.

Watching Lewis get along with his niece and nephew fills him with warmth. Yeah, it’s certainly confirmed and undeniable now.

George is in love with Lewis.

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4 years later.

“There’s a baby in there?”

Hayden pats and rubs his tiny hands on George’s stomach, his eyes widening with curiosity. George is filled with deja vu from the time Leo asked the same question.

“Yeah, there’s a baby in here.”

“How?”

George glances at Lewis but his boyfriend is too busy picking up things scattered in the room or pretending to. He is 90% sure Lewis is listening to them. For as brave and as courageous Lewis is, he always leaves George to explain the hard parts.

“It’s just how it happens.” George tries to be as vague as possible.

“Why?”

“It’s what it is. So you’re going to have either two sisters or two brothers or one sister and one brother.”

George just had his ultrasound yesterday and they found out he is having twins this time.

“Why?”

Hayden is at the stage where “why” is his favourite word. Nothing can be answered without a “why” accompanying it right after.

“That’s just how it is, baby.” George runs his hand through Hayden’s hair. He needs to get him a haircut.

“I’m guessing two girls,” Willow chimes in. She is sitting on the floor with Milly, both of them taking turns to put nail polish on each other. Milly is currently putting Rosy Future on Willow’s fingernails. Yes, Rosy Future. He made the mistake of calling it pink earlier. Never again.

“I say two girls too,” Milly agrees.

“What about you, Sir Uncle?” Willow asks Lewis.

Lewis shrugs his shoulders. George was right. Lewis was listening in. “It could be anything.”

“Oh, come on, Uncle Lew,” Milly groans. “Just pick something.”

George doesn’t really remember when Milly and Leo took up to call Lewis Uncle Lewis or Uncle Lew but somewhere along the four years they had.

“I’ll go with a girl and a boy.”

“What about you, Hay?”

Hayden doesn’t pay attention. He is too busy rubbing his hand over George’s stomach. Too fascinated with the concept of having babies in his dad’s stomach.

George catches Lewis’ eyes from across the room, both of them smiling before looking fondly at their son. Everyone had wondered who Hayden would take more after: George or Lewis. He is a perfect combination of both. Looks and personality wise.

“Kai, Leo, did you get ready?” Lewis shouts so he can be heard in the next room.

“Two minutes,” Kai says. “The episode is almost about to finish.”

Lewis walks to the doorway that connects their room to Hayden’s room, popping his face over the frame. Kaiden and Leo are on their stomachs, the iPad supported by the bed’s headboard. “You said that ten minutes ago. Did you start a new episode?”

“No!” Both Kaiden and Leo exclaim at the same time. Lewis knows a lie when he hears one.

“Benjy is gonna be here in 15 minutes,” Lewis says. “Let’s go. Start getting ready.”

“Dad’s always late,” Leo argues. “It’s fine. We’ll be ready on time.”

George presses his lips in a thin line when he hears it. “Two minutes and I should have the iPad in my hands.”

“Okay.”

The next ten minutes are filled with chaos. Leo and Kaiden rush to get ready while Milly and Willow do a final check to see if they have everything they want.

The whole time Hayden doesn’t move from where he is sitting on George’s thighs, his head laying on the baby bump when he suddenly gasps. “Papa, was I in there?”

George thought the conversation had ended. “You were.”

“How did I come out?”

Yeah, he wants the conversation to end. He doesn’t want to explain the logistics of childbirth to his three year-old.

“Okay.” Lewis walks in the room again at the right time. He scoops Hayden into his arms, causing their son to giggle. “Let’s get you to wear your shoes and your jacket. We don’t want to make Uncle Benjy wait when he’s here. Say bye to Papa.”

Lewis bends down so Hayden can hug and kiss George on the cheek. “Buh-bye, Papa. I love you.”

George kisses Hayden on the cheek back. “I love you, too. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

It’s only for a few hours. Hayden will be back soon enough. But since he has become a dad, even a minute away from his son seems like too much sometimes. It’s fine. Just a few hours, George reminds himself.

“I’ll be right back.” Lewis steals a kiss from George before walking out of the room.

Hayden waves over Lewis’ shoulder. George waves back.

A smile dances on George’s lips. This is the happiest he has ever been.

#i have been writing so much parents gewis but it’s okay #this is very unedited and written in 20 minutes so don’t judge #gewis #tw mpreg

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kokinu09 · 13 days

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Let Go of the Reins || Chapter 5

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pairing seungmin x fem!reader

genre strangers to lovers, romance, fluff, slight angst later, happy ending, social media, not meant to be, someday

summary Australia is considered home for two of the eight members. When two tour dates are scheduled for the land down under, the boys can’t help but want to spend a bit more time there to visit family and do a little sightseeing. So how do they convince the company that they need to stay a couple weeks? Filming some SKZ Code episodes.

A local riding school just outside the city with amazing reviews for their skilled instructors and beautiful horses is hosting a very popular kpop group to film their experiences. Y/N knows the group well and she just so happens to be their star working student.

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Seungmin’s leg bounces as the cars rumble along the gravel road leading up to the ranch. His neck cranes and stretches to peek past Minho’s headrest.

“This car is going to tip over if you don’t stop rocking it with how fast your leg is moving on this bumpy road,” Chan teases as he gives his arm a light shove to lighten his mood.

“What are you so nervous about anyways? Y/N was super chill yesterday,” Han asks obliviously, laidback with his eyes closed like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night. Which he probably didn’t.

“Her being ‘chill’ has nothing to do with this. She’s more fun to be around than any of you.”

“Ouch! You wound us Seungmin-ah~!” Minho shouts too loudly in the small confines of the vehicle.

“Ah! Hyung my ears!” Han whines. At least he’s wide awake now. Minho chuckles as he pats his knee from across the center console.

Seungmin slouches back into his seat, propping his chin in his hand as he pouts and stares out the window. Chan reaches to place a hand on his shoulder. “Everything’s gonna work out how it’s supposed to. Just enjoy the moment.”

The younger takes in his words for a moment before letting out a sigh and smiling at their leader. “Since when have you been so philosophical?”

Chan’s smile widens at his lightened mood. “I don’t know what you mean! I’ve always been this wise!” He puffs his chest proudly.

“Whatever you say, Old Man,” Seungmin pokes with a less than serious eye roll. The car fills with the eldest’s whines of protest, claiming that he’s not old, he’s only foive.

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It’s mornings like these that are some of your favorites.

You laugh as you and your best friend jump around, singing, and dancing to ‘Social Path’. Only one of the many Stray Kids songs on your playlist you’ve been blasting in the wash bays with the horses. You’ve both been at it for half the morning and were finally on the last two. And of course, you’d saved the best for last, Storm and Nova.

A giggle bubbles out of you when Storm bobs his head along while you’re dancing. Seems like the love for Stray Kids might be an inherited trait.

It’s a beautiful day. The doors are swung wide open with the sunlight pouring in. A refreshingly cool breeze is a welcomed relief from how stuffy it can get when the water steams up the place. The smell of wet (but clean) horses dominating the air, a thing that might be unpleasant to some people but was oddly satisfying for you. Probably because you’d just spent the last couple of hours washing them.

You give Storm his final spray, the suds washing away and pooling at his hooves. Then you turn your hose to the floor to push them towards the drain faster.

Watching the bubbles disappear, your mind starts to drift. You’re not really ready for this moment to end. You’d rather stay in the wash bay with Liv and blast Stray Kids for the rest of the day. But you know that’s not an option.

There’s a particularly loud bray cut through the blare of the music from one of the ‘drying’ horses a few stalls away, you swear it’s Shadow, and it draws your attention towards that side of the barn. Your eyes immediately widen when you see what, or who rather, all the commotion was about.

A group of 8 men you never thought you’d meet again, Stray Kids.

With who out in front leading the charge? None other than Seungmin. The same man who confused you by posting that photo of you on his social media. An odd sense of giddiness and hope had swirled in your chest at seeing it but then your brain kicked those feelings down into the pit of your stomach with the reminder that he is an Idol. There is no ‘keeping in contact’ with someone like him.

Olivia had rushed over to the speakers when you weren’t looking and turned the music down. It’s enough to snap you out of your daze.

“Aww! I was just about to bust into my verse!” Changbin laughs out a complaint. You also don’t miss how Hyunjin and Felix are vaguely going through the motions along to the dulled music anyways.

“Uh, hey guys! We…weren’t expecting to see you here! Did I forget about another scheduled ride?! Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Your nerves slowly turning to panic as you frantically comb your fingers through your hair, brush your shirt free of any residue from washing the horses, in a vain attempt to make yourself look presentable.

Seungmin laughs, waving his hands in front of him to ease her worries. “No, no! We’re here all on our own!” With a chuckle, he goes on when you tilt your head in confusion. “We really enjoyed our time here yesterday and were hoping for a redo.”

You stare at him.

The group of boys look at you curiously. He isn’t fazed by your silence, giving you a moment to absorb before adding, “Would you and your friend want to hang out and ride with us again?”

You must still be giving him a stupid look because Olivia shows up next to you with a sharp elbow to your ribs. “Ow,” you mumble, shooting a glare at your best friend but quickly straighten up to give the boy in front of you a much nicer smile, albeit a little awkward. “I mean, yeah, of course! We would love to but…I’m sure our boss wouldn’t appreciate us playing hooky for our shift.”

Chan pokes his head out from around Seungmin’s shoulder at that. “Actually! We’ve already cleared it with your boss! All good!” He smiles the biggest smile along with a big thumbs up.

“Oh my god! No way, really?!” Olivia exclaims while your mouth hangs open in shock. How many more curveballs will these men throw at you today?! Probably more than you can count on one hand.

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abiiors · 8 months

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scary movies 🍿 // matty healy x reader

promptober '23 - day 3

a/n: this is so simpy, so tremendously sappy wow. a personal record i think cw: none, just fluff wc: 800

she is always so unbelievably excited for halloween. for the entire month of october, really. it’s infectious and adorable and every october, matty finds himself falling for her just the tiniest bit deeper.

“whatever you want, sweetheart,” is his usual go-to for anything she might want to do, even when he’s short on time. but he will do anything to watch her eyes light up, to see her lips curve upward, brightening her entire face. wanna go apple picking? he’s ready at 7 in the morning! she wants to try on new sweaters? he’s ready with his thoughts and critiques (which are usually just “you look beautiful, my love” followed by a laugh when she wrinkles her nose and calls him biased.)

and so this is how he’s ended up here, watching poltergeist (fighting with the movie for her attention, really), and holding a large bowl of popcorn in his lap while she snuggles up to him.

“having fun?” he asks before throwing a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

she mumbles something, too engrossed in the movie. and matty frowns to himself.

“baby…” he tries again, poking her gently in her side and watching in disbelief as she swats his hand away and goes back to her movie.

“matty!” she chastises softly when he pokes her again. “this is the really good part! watch.”

matty would rather watch her—all her little reactions and expressions. he would rather watch her screw her eyes shut at particularly scary parts and peek through her fingers when she knows someone’s about to jump out.

an idea forms in his head.

“fucking hell,” matty swears at the next jumpscare—the “really good part”—soft enough that it sounds like he’s done it involuntarily but loud enough for her to hear. and wraps his arms around her waist holding her close.

it’s easy to convince her, easy to make her think that his loud heartbeat is from the jumpscare. it’s easy to pretend that he’s burying his face in her shoulder to shield himself from more of them.

matty feels her sigh lightly and he smiles. mission accomplished.

“c’mere,” she murmurs, taking away the bowl of popcorn and guiding his head to her lap, and matty obliges happily.

there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than here right now, feeling her nail scratching his scalp and threading through his curls. feeling her little gasps. she’s so absorbed in the movie, he knows there’s no way she can see his content smile.

still… he must keep up the ruse.

so matty waits patiently for the next jumpscare. on screen, a television creepily flickers to life.

“need me to warn you?” she giggles cheekily when matty tenses. he almost wants to pat himself on the back for doing such a wonderful job with the acting.

“warn me about what?” he asks, keeping his voice as nonchalant as possible. then he buries his face deeper in her lap, snuggling happily against the softness of her blanket.

“nothing,” she teases. “you’re being so brave.”

matty has to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. he’s never been happier about a little white lie; definitely not now as she bends down to press a kiss into his hair, lingering for a second or two before pressing another one on his cheek.

“my pretty boy,” she smiles and he feels little butterflies erupt in his stomach.

she reaches over him for the bowl of popcorn, tits brushing his face for barely a second. by the time she leans back again, he’s sure there is a permanent, blissed-out smile etched across his face. he turns around, lifting her t-shirt to place a kiss on her stomach, making extra sure to rub his stubble on her soft skin. matty is rewarded a moment later when she giggles.

“you’re being distracting,” she slaps him away lightly. “forty more minutes, baby. then i’m all yours.”

“you’re already all mine,” he teases, placing another kiss, gently nipping at her skin. this time she yelps.

“oh, you’re in a mood!” she scolds but he doesn’t miss the way her eyes twinkle—too enamoured by him to really be angry. “you’re pretending to be scared, aren’t you? little shit.”

matty smiles, guilty as charged, and places another kiss on her as an apology. “oops?”

she scoffs playfully and finally, finally, picks up the remote to turn off the telly. matty feels a smidge bad for making her turn it off when she was so clearly invested. but she couldn’t have been that into it, right? not when she pulls him up and closes her lips over his.

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angelsanarchy · 11 months

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One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 04

"Never have I ever had to hide a boner." "Oh she plays dirty. I might be in love."

SATURDAY, 12:45AM

Once the weed and the food was consumed, y/n sprawled her legs across Clyde's knees as he leaned back into the couch, head leaned all the way back as he giggled.

"My brain says I should probably head out but my body says where did your legs go!?" Clyde patted her knees, turning his head towards her but still resting against the couch.

"I think you should listen to your legs...or the absence of your legs? Listen to whatever is telling you to not get up." Clyde rubbed her shin unconsciously making her meet his eyes.

"What's your big plan now? How will you keep me entertained? You don't look like you can move much either." Y/n watched Clyde tried to blow his hair away from his face without moving his arms from her legs.

"Why would I want to move when I'm enjoying the company so much? Can't I entertain you while we both be incredibly lazy on the couch?" Clyde asked cutely. Y/n teased Clyde with her foot poking him in the side making him stare at her lying on her back comfortably on the couch.

"What did you have in mind?" Y/n asked propping herself up

"My friend Snow is a freak for the game Never Have I Ever...you ever heard of it?" Clyde asked. Y/n smiled and sat up on the couch, scooting a little closer to him so they weren't sitting so far apart. She held up her hands and Clyde nodded.

"Okay let's see, never have I ever worn a bra." Clyde teased. Y/n put her pinky down.

"Never have I ever had to hide a boner." She smirked watching Clyde's smile grow.

"Oh she plays dirty. I might be in love." Clyde put his pinky down.

"Never have I ever had a one night stand." Clyde watched Y/n's fingers carefully and she kept all nine of her fingers up smugly.

"Not really my thing. I'm too young to get accidentally knocked up and I don't like to bring people back to my apartment." Y/n explained, Clyde took comfort in knowing she was particular about who she slept with. Not like he had a ton of experience in it.

"Never have I ever been to jail." Y/n tilted her head watching Clyde's gaze drop, lowering his ring finger.

"Convicted murderer?" Y/n teased.

"I shot my mom's dog...she pressed charges and kicked me out but it's cool." Clyde explained.

"Oh my god! Why is that so much worse than being a murderer?!" Y/n shoved Clyde's chest.

"The dog was old and she was letting it suffer. I mean a 150 pound dog in a wheelchair? Poor guy was done." Clyde's explanation seemed genuine and y/n felt sympathy for his reaction.

"I take it you don't get along with your mom." Y/n pressed earning a shrug.

"My mom is actually in Florida living her best life. My step mom's dog is the one I shot. As much as my dad didn't want to have to lock me up, he knew it was either me or her so I guess I get it." This was the first time Clyde seemed bummed out. Y/n could tell his family life was a sore spot that she wouldn't press.

"I bailed my dad out of jail once. He fell asleep naked on the strip." Y/n tried to lighten the mood.

"Wow that's illegal? I've seen more dicks and tits on the strip than I've seen behind closed doors. Was he wasted?" Clyde chuckled.

"Oh obliterated. It was more so that he was naked in front of Gordan Ramsey's restaurant so women and children were afoot." Y/n broke it down and could see Clyde trying not to laugh too hard about it.

"Yeah I guess they frown upon dicks being out in front of children. There's always a line to be drawn somewhere." Clyde joked.

"Never have I ever been on a real date." Clyde blushed.

"Well what do you consider a real date? I mean I've gotten dinner with a someone but I've never been like wined and dined." Y/n explained.

"Is that what kind of thing you're into? Big fancy?" Clyde pressed earning a laugh.

"God no! I like getting to know someone in their own element. I feel like you can tell a lot about a person in the most casual setting. People aren't naturally themselves all suited up and spending an ass ton of money on a baby portion of food." Clyde listened carefully and couldn't help but smile at her. She couldn't sound more perfect to him.

"So by definition, this is your ideal date?" Clyde grinned.

"Honestly, this isn't bad. This is the most fun I've actually had in a while. You're easy to be around, Clyde." Y/n couldn't help but blush seeing how sweet Clyde's smile was.

"Hey don't get any ideas about me being easy." Clyde teased. Y/n squinted at him.

"Hmm I don't know. You're telling me that if I really wanted to get you to make out with me...you'd turn me down?" Y/n crawled over towards Clyde who still had his hands up in front of.

"You think I put out on the first date? Wh-what kind of guy do you take me for?" Clyde swallowed the lump in his throat as moved to straddle his lap, taking his hands into her own and putting them on her hips.

"I take you for a really cute, really fun guy and not at all a serial stalker who lured me to his place to smoke and play silly games." Y/n pushed some of Clyde's hair off his face and could see the nervousness in his eyes. For a moment, she second guessed herself thinking maybe she had rushed things.

"Lured is...is a strong word. You technically drove yourself here." Clyde stuttered out making y/n giggle. He got actual goosebumps from that giggle. She rested her hands on his shoulders trying to read his face. His eyes flickered to her lips and he didn't seemed to freeze when she started to lean into him. Before their lips could connect, Y/n's phone started blaring causing them both to jump. She rolled off of Clyde's lap and snatched her phone off the table.

"Hey what's up? I'm hanging out with a friend from the club...what? No! What do you mean don't come home tonight...Dude I get that you have a girl over but-" Clyde listened to Y/n's call and tried to shift his body to hide his annoying boner.

"You are literally the worst roommate on the planet...hello? Bitch." Y/n hung the phone up and turned back towards Clyde.

"So...I just kind of got scrunchied." Y/n frowned.

"I have no idea what that means." Clyde shook his head.

"Well my roommate is entertaining a lady friend tonight so she's essentially told me not to come home. You know, some guys put a sock on the doorknob...girls use the scrunchie.." Y/n explained making Clyde nod in understanding.

"You're more than welcome to crash here. I can give you shirt or something to sleep in-" Clyde stood up, trying to shift away from y/n until his half chub was fully concealed.

"You don't have to do that. I've already tried to jump your bones and you've been so sweet-" Clyde cut her off by saying her name. Damn did she liked how her name sounded on his lips.

"Seriously, crash here. I'll even lock the door so you feel safe." Clyde held out an oversized band shirt and fuzzy Halloween socks that had blazed out pumpkins on them. Y/n had never stayed the night with a guy before, especially one she was really growing to like. Staying would give her more time to hang out with Clyde and get to know him better. She reached out and took the clothes from him returning his smile. She felt an anxious burst of heat in her stomach and made a mental note to thank her roommate later.

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Ringing In The Season

Stressed and tired from helping plan Harry and Ginny's elaborate wedding, Ron and Hermione decide to take a much different route to marital bliss at Christmas.

This was written for @edie-k as a gift in the HPRomione Discord Secret Santa 2023.

Also posted at FFn and AO3.

"Morning, love."

Ron's sleep-roughened voice broke the silence of the Saturday morning in their small flat. Hermione was cozy under a pile of blankets on their settee, some ancient book in her lap. He loved seeing her like that, it felt like home.

It was a typical weekend morning for them, unlike their recent nights.

For weeks, their evenings had been spent planning Harry and Ginny's elaborate wedding, which was still months away. As the Best Wizard and Witch of Honour, they had a myriad of duties in the extravaganza. Harry wanted Ginny to have her dream wedding, and it had grown to quite a large dream indeed. Not to mention she was the first Weasley daughter in generations to have a wedding.

"Morning, Ron."

He walked over and dropped a kiss in her hair, before stretching and letting out a wide yawn. He turned back to her, his eyes on the unfamiliar book.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Oh," she flipped to the cover and showed it to him. "I'm researching some old wedding customs for Ginny. She wants to find something unique for the ceremony."

They both shook their heads, communicating their judgement silently.

He leisurely scratched his stomach through his comfortable threadbare shirt. "What's the assignment at The Burrow today?"

"We need to do the seating charts… again. Apparently, Aunt Muriel refuses to sit with some cousin of your mum's."

"Bloody hell, not seating again! I need to learn Arithmancy to make sense of those charts. Can't the old bat just sit where she's told?"

Hermione shrugged and playfully poked him in the belly. "I guess not. You're just cranky because your mum hasn't baked as much as she usually does at Christmas."

"Might make the planning a little more bearable if there was more to snack on."

She reached up and patted his hand. "Don't worry, your mother hasn't forgotten about the holidays. I'm sure there will be a bounty of food at Christmas next week."

"There had better be." His stomach grumbled, on cue. "Still, it's going to be another shit evening tonight."

Hermione smirked but didn't scold him. "It's a good thing I pulled your mum aside last night and told her we're going to visit my parents this afternoon, so we can't attend."

"But your parents are out of town until tomorrow… ohhh." He flashed the lopsided grin that melted her every time. "Have I told you you're brilliant?"

"A few times," she teased. "I think we both could do with a quiet night in."

"Oh? You sure you don't want to check out some Muggle clubs tonight?" Ron performed a series of jerky movements, causing Hermione to giggle.

"Was that supposed to be a dance, or did George slip some itching powder in your pajamas?"

He stopped, looking mortally offended with his hands on his hips. "Those are prime moves I'll have you know."

"Suuuuure… You're lucky you're so cute. Why don't you take those prime moves into the kitchen and make some breakfast? I'm starving."

"Yes, dearest, whatever you want," he teased her back. "You're lucky you're cute."

Her laughter followed him to their galley kitchen, before she flipped through her book once again. She could hear the familiar, comfortable sound of Ron whistling as he worked, and soon the delightful smells were making her mouth water. She truly loved this time with him. She wanted it forever.

After a while, Ron emerged with two heaping plates in hand, his face alight with excitement. "Did you even look outside this morning, or did you stick your nose straight into that book?"

"Book," she replied. He knew her too well. On her way to join him at their small circular table, she pulled open the curtains of a nearby window. "Oh, it snowed! It looks beautiful outside."

Ron nodded, placing the plates on the table before fetching their tea from the kitchen. "Maybe we could go for a walk later, enjoy the season a little bit before we have to go back to wedding planning hell."

Hermione nodded. "That sounds lovely. Unless it's just an excuse to finish your Christmas shopping. You only have few days until Christmas Eve, you know."

Ron took a seat and picked up his fork, pointing it in her direction. "Despite your lack of faith, I completed my shopping already. With all the running around we've been doing, I was able to take care of it at the same time."

She tapped him on the nose and leaned down for a kiss before sitting across from him. "I'm impressed."

They began to tuck into the mounds of scrambled eggs, strips of bacon, and piles of toast Ron had made, reminiscent of something his mum would serve. The apple hadn't fallen far from the tree in that respect.

Ron glanced over at the copy of yesterday's Daily Prophet his girlfriend had left on the table, something she did every Friday night so he could check the Quidditch league scores in the morning. He let out a disgusted snort as he held it up to Hermione, pointing at the moving photo of Harry and Ginny entering a fancy cake shop the previous weekend.

"Did you see this? ‘Preparations for the wedding of the millennium continue'. Such a stupid name. The millennium is not even three years old! Don't get me wrong, I love Harry, and sometimes I even like Ginny, but it's getting ridiculous. I hope our wedding isn't a bloody spectacle."

Hermione let out a squeak, her fork frozen in mid-air, a bite of egg wobbling on the tines.

"What's the matter?"

"Our wedding?"

The tips of his ears turned red, and he shrugged. "It's not like we haven't vaguely discussed it here and there, and with all the wedding stuff going on, it's been in my head."

"We haven't talked about it in a while, so I wasn't sure if you still felt the same. If it was something you still wanted to do or if you were comfortable with how things are."

Ron furrowed his brow. "Of course I want to marry you! Merlin, I'd marry you right now. I've had the ring for ages!" He looked away, horrified, before mumbling to himself. "Fuck, is there Veratiserum in this tea?"

Hermione was staring at him with wide eyes, the news obviously a surprise. "You've had it for ages? When… when did you get it?"

Ron shook his head. "Nope, I'm not answering that. You're going to think I'm mental."

That unexpected answer clearly shook Hermione. She pushed her plate away and leaned forward. "When, Ron? Please tell me."

Ron looked up and couldn't resist the pleading look on her face. "You're spoiling everything, you know."

"I don't care. Please?"

Ron threw his head back in exasperation, knowing he'd been the one who let that crucial information slip. He let out a deep breath of resignation. He'd kept that secret for years, and now he ruined it on a random Saturday morning. "Fine. I bought it the day you left for Hogwarts after the war. I knew then that you were the one for me, and it reminded me every day you were going to come back to me."

"Really? You did?"

He nodded. "Harry and I disguised ourselves in Diagon Alley so we could get to Gringotts without any hassle, and once we revealed ourselves, we were able to get gold from Harry's vault… which took some negotiation since the goblins weren't exactly thrilled to see us. I paid him back in full once I started getting a salary from the Ministry and by working some extra hours with George when you were gone."

Hermione was enthralled listening to this story that had long been hidden from her.

"We went to the jewelers that day to pick it out, and I've had it ever since. I briefly considered proposing when you graduated but decided it was too soon; I wanted us to enjoy our time together without the pressure of an engagement. Then we talked about waiting a while to be more settled in our careers to revisit this, so yeah, that's what happened."

Hermione was speechless. She never imagined he'd gone to such lengths, and her eyes quickly became glassy. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard."

"Really?"

She jumped up from her seat and fell into his lap, pulling him into a long snog. She broke off the kiss but kept her face close to his, her eyes locked on his and her arms thrown around his neck.

"I've been thinking about marriage, too. A lot."

"I thought you wanted to wait."

"I thought I did, but I'm not so sure anymore. Maybe we've waited long enough. It's been on my mind since we've been around it. Not the idea of some grand wedding, but the idea of being married. To make that commitment to each other and introduce you to people as my husband, and not my boyfriend. I don't know, boyfriend just seems so… small compared to what you are to me. I think I just want to be married to you."

He grinned and kissed her forehead. "Well, that's a relief. I want to be married to you, too."

She smiled brightly, before continuing. "Can I see it?"

"See what?"

"The ring."

"The ring? Are you mental? I'm not going to show you the ring until I ask you."

"Then ask me."

Ron pulled back and examined her, trying to determine if she was serious. "Are you serious?"

She nodded. "Yes, I'm serious. The answer to the question is yes."

Ron's eyes bugged out of his head. "What is happening right now?"

"I'm waiting for you to propose so I can say yes."

"Oh, is that it? Hermione, are you ok?" He placed a hand on her forehead, but it was perfectly cool.

"Ron, I'm fine. Well, not entirely. I'm not engaged to you yet." Her tone was so matter of fact that he was taken aback.

"Bloody hell, you are serious."

She nodded her head enthusiastically, her hands on his pink cheeks, her eyes filling up with tears again. "I would like you to propose to me, Ron Weasley."

Ron nodded. "I'd like nothing more."

He stood up with Hermione in his arms and walked her over to the sofa, where he gently put her down, before giving her a quick peck. "Be right back."

Hermione tried to smooth out her hair and sit up straight, thrilled they had reached this point. Ron came bounding out of their room, a dark velvet ring box in his hand. He skidded to a stop in front of her and dropped to one knee.

The tears came now, for both. Ron looked up at her, his hair disheveled from sleep, clothed in his plain T-shirt and plaid pajama pants. It was perfect. He held the ring box in one hand, and the fingers on his other hand entwined with hers.

He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, even though he already knew the answer. "Here goes."

She stifled a sob and nodded briefly, and he continued, a slight shake in his voice. "Hermione Granger, I never thought, when you entered our train compartment, how much you'd change my life. You annoyed me at first, and then I grew to like you, and then love you. Now, I can't imagine my life or future without you, and I never want to. Will you marry me?"

She nodded again as he opened the box and gently placed the ring on her finger, before she leaned forward and kissed him several times, her now fiancé.

They finally broke apart, and Hermione sat back to take a better look at the ring. It was an elegant, timeless design in white gold, with a sparkling round-cut diamond in the center, and smaller diamonds along the band. It was tasteful and fit Hermione's style flawlessly.

Ron joined her on the sofa and she cuddled up against him, her head on his chest, staring at the ring again.

"This is perfect, Ron. I still can't believe you bought it that long ago."

He shrugged, his ears red again. "There's no one else for me but you."

"I feel the same way."

Ron suddenly shifted. "Shit, is your dad going to be upset that I didn't ask for his blessing? I know that's a Muggle tradition."

"My dad won't care, he already calls you son."

He nodded, content. He wrapped his arms around her and they both sighed. They were finally engaged!

After a few minutes, Hermione shifted restlessly and let out a different kind of sigh, one tinged with disappointment. "This feels anticlimactic."

He frowned. "Of course it does! You completely ruined the chance for me to set up an elaborate, romantic proposal."

Hermione stared at the ring again and smiled. "It was romantic."

Ron let out a huff. "I'm glad you think so. We're going to be telling this story for the rest of our lives—how I proposed on a random morning, in my ratty pajamas. It makes me look like a tosser."

"I like our story, and stop worrying about what other people think. I think it suits us. What I mean is that it doesn't feel like enough."

Ron dropped his head. "I suppose we can find you a bigger diamond."

Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked his chest. "That's not it. I adore my ring. You've kept this ring for me for four years, I'm going to keep it forever."

Ron looked puzzled. "So what did you mean? We're engaged!"

An idea was forming in Hermione's head, an idea that felt so incredible, so right, that she felt like bursting.

"I know that look, what are you up to, Hermione?"

"What if we got married now? Today? I don't want a big wedding like Harry and Ginny, and neither do you. I just want to be Mrs. Granger-Weasley."

"Fuck me."

"That traditionally comes after the wedding, Ron."

"Are you really joking about something this major? What about our family? Our friends?"

"I'm not marrying them. This is something just for us, you and me. You even said you'd marry me today if you could. Now you can!"

Ron nodded slowly, letting her words sink in. He loved the idea that he wouldn't have to wait any longer to marry the love of his life. He could feel the excitement coursing through his veins at the thought.

He looked down at her, nestled on his chest, her wild hair going every which way. "Yes, Hermione. I love you and I want to marry you more than anything."

She clapped in delight and leaned up for a kiss. "We need to plan this out quickly, and be discreet. Otherwise, the news will spread."

"Yeah, I definitely don't want this in the news until we can tell everyone in person, or my mother will make you a young widow. But… do you mind if we wait a bit before telling people? It would be nice to enjoy this for a while, keep it a secret between us. We'll have to hide the rings."

She nodded and beamed at him. "I love that idea, but where can we go?"

Ron thought for a moment, until an idea struck him.

"I… I hope this doesn't sound silly, and we were so young back then, but one of the most memorable days I've ever had was our first visit to Hogsmeade, just the two of us, remember? My feelings for you were already becoming very confusing, but I think that's when I really saw you in a different light. It should almost count as our first date."

"Oh, that's brilliant, Ron! I loved that day, too. Hogsmeade would be perfect. It's far enough away that we won't run into anyone we know, and it's delightful this time of year. Let's go!"

He let out a laugh and kept a grip on her. "Hold on, Hermione. If we're really going to do this, like truly get married today, we should at least dress up for the occasion. Are you sure you don't want to get proper wedding dress?"

"No, Ron. I don't care about that. I want to do this."

"Alright then, let's get ready and go!"

~*~

Holding hands tightly, the newly engaged couple landed in the charming village of Hogsmeade. The main street was decorated for the Christmas season, and the sprinkling of overnight snow made for a stunning scene.

Ron had dressed in his best Auror dress robes—the rich fabric was dark navy blue with gold accents. Ron thought he cut a tall, rather dashing figure in the tailored robes.

Hermione opted for a dress she'd purchased for a recent Ministry gala. It was a strapless, floor length dress with a sweetheart neckline. The shimmery gold material flared out at the hips into a wide gown. It matched Ron's outfit perfectly and Hermione felt beautiful in it.

Families and couples were wandering up and down the main street, enjoying the picturesque afternoon scenery and completing some final Christmas shopping. Ron and Hermione were overdressed compared to the casual and comfortable clothing most people were in. Despite standing out, they could only hope they wouldn't be recognized, and tried their best to blend in and not draw any attention.

"Where to?"

"We'll need rings first, and then we can find the Ministry office. There should be an officiant there who can complete the ceremony."

Ron turned and grabbed her hands between his, looking down at her. "You're absolutely sure? You don't want your parents or my family here?"

Hermione shook her head. "Ron, it's the two of us, for the rest of our lives. I truly want this, just us."

Ron nodded resolutely. This was going to happen today. It's not how he imagined the day was going to go when he woke up, but he was thrilled that he'd soon be married to the girl he'd been hopelessly in love with since they were teenagers, even if he couldn't express it back then.

The couple made their way to Julieta's Jewels, a new addition to the village, but perfectly suited to their needs. A bell rang out as they entered the quiet shop, gaining the attention of the elderly witch behind the counter.

"Ah, hello dearies, welcome to my shop. What can I help you with?"

"We're looking for wedding bands."

"Oh, how lovely. Congratulations! When is the wedding?"

Ron and Hermione shared a look, before Hermione answered. "Today."

Julieta was taken aback, her hand flying to her chest. "Goodness! I suppose that's why you're both looking very fancy for a Saturday afternoon. Let's see what we can do, shall we?"

She pointed out the displays which held the wedding bands, and the couple began to look at the options, the variety surprising for a small store. They looked through both the witch and wizard options, but there was nothing that met their fancy, though they knew they couldn't be too picky.

Ron kept peering into the case. "They're all so extravagant and showy. These look like something my sister would wear, but they don't seem like… us."

Hermione agreed, a look of disappointment crossing her face. None of them seemed right to her, either.

Julieta spoke up, addressing Hermione. "Might I see the engagement ring, dear? Perhaps I can make some suggestions in a similar style."

Hermione's mood lifted and she proudly held out her hand, savouring the first opportunity to show it off, even if it was to a complete stranger.

The older witch took a closer look. "Very nice, very nice indeed. From Duncan & Harrington's in Diagon Alley? I recognize the work. Excellent taste, young man. This is a more classic design than what I have on display here—the bigger and shinier items attract the most attention, of course. I might have just the thing in the back, let me go look."

As she left them alone in the showroom, Hermione whirled and surveyed Ron, whose ears were blazing red. "Ron, you never told me you bought this from Duncan & Harrington's. That shop is so expensive."

He shrugged. "I wanted to get you something nice. Maybe something we could pass down to our kids one day. Harry sure took the mickey when I told him that."

Hermione was so overcome by the sentiment that all she could do was pull him down into a kiss. "You are the sweetest, Ron."

"Here we are," Julieta came bustling out and beckoned them to the display case. "I think these could be a nice match."

She opened up a box with two rings, one for him and one for her. They sparkled in the light, taking Hermione's breath away. Hers had the same understated design as her engagement ring and featured a line of small diamonds in the band, whereas Ron's was in the same white gold, but with a hammered pattern that shimmered.

"Go on, try them out."

Hermione looked up at Ron and smiled widely, holding out her hand. Ron gently took her ring and placed it on her finger, the magical ring automatically sizing to fit her. Hermione did the same, their eyes connected the whole time as she slid his ring on his finger. The rings glowed white for a second.

Julieta clapped her hands. "I believe these rings were destined for the two of you."

They both nodded in agreement with the older witch. Everything seemed to be lining up for them despite their lack of planning.

"We'll take them," Ron said as he examined the ring, understanding what it symbolized.

They reluctantly removed the rings and handed them back to the shop owner, so she could wrap them up and they could pay.

Julieta handed Hermione the small bag. "Before you leave, and I hope I don't make you uncomfortable, but I wanted to personally thank you for everything you two did, helping Harry Potter save our world."

"You recognized us?" Hermione asked.

"Of course, you are rather famous, Miss Granger." She winked. "Well, not ‘Miss' for much longer."

Ron pleaded with her. "Please, don't tell anyone we were here." His voice dropped to a whisper. "We're kind of eloping."

She patted Ron on the arm. "Don't you worry Mr. Weasley, your secret is safe with me. Congratulations again on your wedding—you make a beautiful couple. Oh, and if your sister and Mr. Potter are still looking for rings, send them my way."

Ron let out a laugh and shook his head, respecting the sales tactic. "I can do that."

They said their goodbyes and walked out of the store, reassured that fate was on their side.

Hermione slipped her arm through Ron's as they walked down the street. "The rings are exactly what I wanted. They're perfect!"

"Just like you."

Hermione snorted. "I am not perfect, but I'm perfect for you."

Ron barked a laugh. "No, you're definitely not perfect, but I agree."

Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't help but almost skip with giddiness. She was about to marry her knight.

They continued walking, people watching, and enjoying the festive atmosphere around them. "We couldn't have picked a better day," Ron remarked.

"Any day would've been good, I'm just glad it's today."

They reached the end of the main street and turned off to a side street, spotting a small, isolated building at the end of the lane that looked like a quaint cottage. The Ministry of Magic seal was displayed prominently on a metal sign hanging over the door.

"There it is! Are you ready for this, Ron?"

"I can't wait for you to be my wife, Hermione."

They entered the building, which featured a cramped sitting area and a front desk. They seemed to be the only ones there, though a half-eaten plate of biscuits sat on the desk.

"Just a moment," a deep voice called out. A minute later, a large older wizard in deep red robes trimmed with white velvet around the collar and cuffs entered from a back room. He had long and styled white hair, and a matching beard. His eyes, behind half-moon glasses, held a strange, friendly twinkle which reminded them both of Dumbledore.

"How may I help you?"

Hermione answered. "We'd like to get married, please."

"Ah, you've arrived just in time; the office was about to close for the holidays. Lots to do by Christmas Eve."

Hermione's eyes widened. "You're not—"

He continued, giving her a warm smile. "You'll need to fill out this parchment for the marriage to be officially registered at the Ministry, and then we can complete the bonding ceremony."

He offered the parchment and a quill to Hermione, who took it to the small seating area, a look of awe on her face. Ron plopped down next to her, his arm snaking around her waist as he watched her familiar penmanship flow across the page, answering the various questions about them.

Hermione blew on the ink, a gesture which took Ron back to their days at Hogwarts, when she had the same satisfied look on her face upon completing an essay. He was hit with a sudden emotion, thinking of the past and future at the same time. He loved this woman so much.

"Everything alright, Ron? Not having second thoughts?"

"Absolutely not, I just love you so much."

"Me, too."

Hermione felt a lump in her throat forming. They were actually going to do this, and she was thrilled, almost overcome with how badly she wanted to live her life with her love by her side.

The officiant cleared his throat. "All ready?"

They stood up, their hands clasped as they brought the parchment back to the desk. He quickly read it, and if he recognized their names, he didn't show it on his face.

"This all looks correct. Once the ceremony is complete, I will apply a magical seal validating this as an official document, and it will be processed at the Ministry. Once it's recorded in the archives, you'll receive this via owl. Any questions?"

They both shook their heads, wanting to get to the ceremony part as quickly as possible. They followed the officiant through a corridor and out the back door of the building.

They were greeted by a small area that boasted healthy green grass through the wonders of magic, a stark contrast from the December weather. A tall arch of white wood sat in the middle, meticulously decorated with flowers and ribbons which swayed gently in the breeze. A small brook babbled on the side, the water running down a narrow path. This all sat against the backdrop of snow-covered pine trees.

Hermione looked around, taking in the unexpected view. "This is wonderful!"

The officiant let out a deep rumble of a laugh. "I wouldn't expect people coming here to get married to do so in that stuffy office."

He took his place under the arch and beckoned them forward. Hand in hand, they approached.

"Please face each other and hold out your wands, touching them together."

Hermione's cheeks were hurting from sheer joy as she faced her Ron, the same look mirrored on his face. He mouthed ‘I love you' to her, causing the tears to start falling.

"The wand ceremony symbolizes the bonding of magic between the two of you. I will now recite the bonding charm."

He produced an odd wand, alternately striped in white and red, with a strange hook on the end. "Vinculum amoris fiducia."

A warm red light glowed around their hands and wands for a second.

"You may put away your wands for the second part of the ceremony—the official vows."

They quickly tucked away their wands and held hands.

"Do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Ronald Bilius Weasley to be your wedded partner, and to be bonded together by love and trust in this lifetime?"

Hermione nodded enthusiastically. "I will."

"Do you, Ronald Bilius Weasley, take Hermione Jean Granger to be your wedded partner, and to be bonded together by love and trust in this lifetime?"

Ron grinned. "I will."

"On this Saturday, the twenty-first of December of the year two thousand two, following the rules set forth by the Ministry of Magic, I now pronounce you wed and offer my congratulations. You may kiss."

The officiant waved his wand, and they were showered with flower petals. Ron pulled Hermione forward and crushed his lips to hers. They pulled away and then dove in for a second kiss, before touching their foreheads together. They were married.

After signing the parchment and witnessing the officiant charm the official seal, they made their way out, floating higher than a broom.

Ron and Hermione shared another kiss. "Should we go home and celebrate, wife? Blimey, that sounds incredible."

Hermione giggled, her voice giddy. "We shall, husband."

They disappeared from the village as a married couple.

~*~

Percy Weasley straightened the items on his desk in preparation for his meeting with a representative from the Department of Records, to sign some routine documents before he left for the day.

The twenty-third of December was the last day before the Ministry shut down most departments for the holiday break, and he was looking forward to spending time with his family and his beloved Audrey. He grinned, thinking about his long-time girlfriend as he pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Percy had even resolved to leave a couple of hours early, a rare occurrence, but he was fine treating himself this close to Christmas. He usually worked late and met up with Audrey in the evenings at their small flat in London.

A knock on his office door broke him out of his thoughts, as he called for the visitor to enter.

"Ah, Sara, there you are," he greeted the blonde woman who looked rather harried. "In a rush?"

She nodded. "Yes, Mr. Weasley, I have a lot to do before the end of the day. Though I hear you're off early."

Percy shook his head ruefully. "It always amazes me how quickly even the most mundane news travels around the Ministry."

Sara chuckled. "That's half the fun of working here. Now, I have two parchments for you."

She handed him two rolls to review, before he grabbed his quill and signed them with a flourish. "Is that all for today?"

"It is. Oh, wait! I forgot this came across my desk this morning. I thought you might want to hand deliver it instead of us following the standard process of sending it via owl. Congratulations on the wedding!"

Percy frowned, accepting the document. "Ginny's wedding to Harry Potter isn't until the late spring."

"Oh, I meant your brother, Ron, from the Auror Department."

Percy had to fight to keep the surprise from showing on his face, not wanting to fuel any rumours. "Yes, of course."

"I'm surprised I didn't see anything in the Prophet about this, two famous war heroes getting married is big news."

Percy was forced to fib. "It was rather small, family only. They didn't want the press to get wind of it, especially since the reporting about Ginny and Harry has been so intense. I trust you'll keep this to yourself and respect their well-earned privacy?"

Sara nodded, before making for the door. "Happy Christmas, Mr. Weasley."

"Happy Christmas to you as well."

As the door shut, Percy scrutinized the parchment in front of him. He knew it was real since it had an official seal, and it read exactly as it should for a marriage certificate. Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione Jean Granger were wed two days ago in Hogsmeade. As Percy recalled, they hadn't been at The Burrow that day to keep planning Ginny's wedding.

He was thankful the Ministry would close for Christmas in a few hours, otherwise news of the marriage would spread like fiendfyre. He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Letting out a sigh, he quickly sent out two interdepartmental memos, hoping to get the truth from the source.

Percy rubbed his temples and waited, staring at the words until his door was flung open without the courtesy of a knock, his tallest, youngest brother loping in.

"Hey Perce, what's so urgent?"

"Have a seat, Ron."

"Percy," Hermione strode into the office a few seconds later, not even looking up from a book in her hand. "Can this wait? I have a proposal I must finish this afternoon."

"Hullo, love." Ron stood up and gave Hermione a quick kiss before they both settled in the chairs facing Percy's mahogany desk.

With a wave of his wand, the door closed and locked. Percy held up the document. "Thank you both for coming. Care to explain this?"

Ron's eyes widened as they flew across the text. "Shit."

"Ron!" Hermione gave her husband a disapproving look before addressing Percy. "It is rather simple, Ron and I decided we wanted to get married, and we did so this past Saturday. Elopements are not exactly rare in your family."

Percy slowly nodded, looking at both of them. "You just went… and got married?"

Ron grinned widely and grabbed Hermione's hand, playing with her fingers. "Yup! Disillusioned the rings and everything."

Hermione was staring at Percy, who was blinking quite rapidly, trying to gauge his reaction. After a moment, he abruptly stood up and walked around the corner of his desk.

"As the eldest Weasley here, and on behalf of my parents, Arthur and Molly, I would formally like to welcome you to the family, Hermione."

Ron snorted, but Hermione stood up and was greeted with a stiff hug from her new brother-in-law.

"Thank you, Percy."

Ron could hardly contain his laughter as he stood up to accept a similar hug from his brother.

"Congratulations, Ronald."

"Thanks, Percival."

"Very funny, you know that's not my name." Percy shook his head, before returning to his chair. "Who else knows about this?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other sheepishly. "Just the jeweler, the officiant, and you."

"What? Not even Harry?"

"No," Ron interjected, "we wanted to keep it private for a while."

"You might have a bit of a dilemma on your hands then. Your marriage certificate was seen by a clerk in the Department of Records, who brought it to me. I asked her not to say anything, but there's no guarantee she won't. You know how people love to gossip."

"Oh no," Hermione groaned. "If word gets out, it'll reach someone we know, like Harry, Bill, or your dad."

"Precisely." Percy sat back in his chair. "You'll have to tell the family and issue a release soon. I can help keep it contained here since there are only a couple of hours left in the day."

Ron pleaded, "C'mon Perce, if you don't tell the family, I'm sure we can keep it a secret for a bit longer."

"It's not only that, Ron." Percy faltered for a moment before continuing. "When I came back from my estrangement, I promised Mum and Dad that I would be honest with them. I don't like the idea of keeping something this big a secret from them."

Hermione spoke up. "Percy, you're right. That is unfair of us. Besides, as soon as it spreads around, the press will undoubtedly pick it up. Better for us to control the message."

Ron nodded, seeing the strategy. "It would have been nice not to face mum for a bit longer, but you're right. Let's tell them on Christmas Day, since everyone will be in a good mood. Your parents will be there, too."

Hermione nodded and smiled. "Even though this isn't what we'd planned, I can't wait to tell people!"

"Truly, I'm sorry it happened this way," Percy added. "However, it does offer a solution for an issue I was having."

He picked up his wand and waved it at a small wooden box on his desk, before reaching inside.

"I've been worried, Ron, that you were waiting for Harry and Ginny's wedding to be completed to propose to Hermione. Since I know a secret of yours, I'll share one of my own. I'm going to ask for Audrey's hand this summer."

He turned the small ring box in his hand and opened the clamshell, revealing an elegant princess-cut diamond ring with a rose gold band.

Hermione leaned forward eagerly. "It's beautiful, Percy. She'll love it."

"Congrats, brother. We love Audrey."

Percy smiled. "Me, too. I can trust this stays between us?"

"Of course, mate. Hermione, there will finally be another Muggleborn in the family!"

"Finally? I've been in the family for two days and no one even knows."

Ron grinned, "Technically, you've only formally been in the family for about five minutes, right, Perce?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "Congratulations on being stuck with him for the rest of your life, Hermione."

She looked at Ron with love. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

~*~

The Burrow was alive with merrymaking.

The house was packed for Christmas, with the family growing larger each year through marriage and the births of the next generation of Weasley children. It was the largest gathering to date, and magically, everyone fit in the haphazard home and were having a festive time.

While the morning had been dedicated to opening presents and starting the day off with a gigantic breakfast, the time before dinner was a bit of a free-for-all, a combination of snacking, drinks, games, children underfoot, and numerous conversations at varying volumes.

Amid the chaos, Ron and Hermione cuddled together in a corner by the fireplace, having a chat with the Grangers about their upcoming trip to a dental conference across the ocean at a place called Green Bay, in America. According to Mr. Granger's research, the city was home to a famous American football team, but not the kind of football Muggles in England played. Apparently, they threw the ball and ran around with it more than they kicked it, and their supporters wore cheese on their heads. It was all very confusing to Ron.

As the older couple stood up to refresh their drinks, Ron and Hermione quickly began a whispered conversation.

"How do we want to tell everyone, Hermione?"

"I think during dinner might be best. That way everyone will be settled, and we can make the announcement. Hopefully no one is upset."

"I hope no one is. Besides, there's nothing we can do about it now."

"What should we say?"

"I think we should tell them—"

George seemed to notice their suspicious behaviour and called them out in front of everyone, promptly ending their conversation. "Oi! What are you two conspiring over there?"

The commotion quieted the room, everyone's attention now focused solely on them.

"Shit," Ron whispered under his breath. "Are you ready to do it now instead?"

She nodded, and quietly murmured the charm to reveal their rings.

Ron tapped his wand against his half-full mug of Butterbeer, his finger hidden behind the ceramic, before standing up. "Excuse me everyone, I have an announcement to make."

"About time you proposed to the poor woman!" Ginny shouted from across the room, drawing a round of laughter.

Ron glowered at her. "That's not what I was going to say."

Hermione stood up next to him, playing the role perfectly, her hands tucked behind her back. "I'm afraid that Ron and I won't be getting engaged at any time in the future. In fact, we're no longer dating."

The gasp was audible, the families in sheer shock. Lost among the reaction was the undeniable smirk on Percy's face.

Hermione's mum was the first to come to her senses. "Hermione Jean Granger! How can this be true? The two of you love each other! I don't believe this."

"We do love each other, but I'm no longer Hermione Granger. I'm Hermione Granger-Weasley." She beamed and held up her hand, her rings catching the firelight. "Ron and I got married!"

The silence was deafening, until suddenly everyone was screaming or talking or crying. It was so loud that baby Dominique started wailing and Fleur rushed with her out of the room.

They were peppered with questions and congratulations, but the words were lost over the din. A piercing whistle suddenly rang out, thanks to Ginny, which temporarily silenced the room.

"Explain yourselves."

Ron put his arm around Hermione, and she burrowed into his side, their smiles both wide. "I've had her engagement ring for a long time—"

"That's the truth," Harry piped up, a big grin on his face as well.

Ginny smacked him on the arm. "Quiet, I want to hear this."

Ron continued. "All of the wedding planning got us thinking about our future together, and how we had decided to wait. On Saturday morning, we decided we didn't want to wait anymore."

Hermione took up the story. "When I learned that Ron had the ring for four years, it just felt like we needed to do something, and getting engaged wasn't enough."

George voiced what everyone was thinking. "Bloody hell, four years?"

The tips of Ron's ears lit up, and he nodded.

"Wait, so you got engaged on Saturday and then got married when?" Ginny asked.

"Well, as soon as we talked about us getting married and Hermione learned about the ring, she insisted I propose right then and there."

The room was enraptured by their tale, the crackling of the fire the only noise besides the happy couple.

Hermione's tears began to flow, as she looked up adoringly at her husband. "Ginny, he was so sweet. He proposed to me in our flat, but it didn't feel like enough. That's when I had the idea that we should get married. We just wanted to do something simple and become husband and wife."

Ron's eyes were swimming as he looked down at his wife. "We decided to get married in Hogsmeade, since it held memories for us, and was far enough away that we wouldn't run into anyone. We dressed up, bought our rings there, and then met with the officiant."

"The ceremony was beautiful, and we're just so, so happy. But…" Hermione began wringing her hands. "I hope you don't think we were being selfish, but we really wanted this for the two of us. Especially you, mum and dad, I know how disappointed you must be not to attend your only daughter's wedding."

Mrs. Granger was also crying. "I would've loved to help you plan your wedding dear, but I can see how happy you are. Don't you ever scare me like that again, we love Ron and we're thrilled he's part of the family."

Molly had been in a bit of a daze, taking in all the information. "This won't do, this won't do at all."

Hermione shrunk into Ron. Their biggest fear had been disappointing their mothers.

"Mum," Ron started, but she held up her hand, silencing him.

"We can't do the ceremony again, but we can certainly do a reception. Oh, we must celebrate this wonderful news properly and officially welcome Hermione to the family."

Ron risked a quick glance at Percy and grinned, before returning his attention to his mother. "So you're not upset?"

"No, not all. Harry and Ginny's wedding planning has been exhausting, so I'm happy you two decided to do this. No offense, dears."

Ginny looked indignant, but Harry just smiled good-naturedly.

Molly took control of the situation. "Alright everyone, we'll take a few minutes to congratulate Ron and Hermione, and then I'll need everyone to pitch in!"

Ron and Hermione were swarmed by the family, everyone wanting to relay their congratulations to the newly wedded couple.

Molly and Mrs. Granger both smothered Hermione in a big hug, the three women in tears as they celebrated this momentous occasion. Breaking away, the two older women turned to start planning what they could for the impromptu reception. Hermione's now sisters-in-law and partners congregated around her to see the rings and congratulate her.

"I can't believe my brother picked this out, it's gorgeous." Ginny remarked, looking at the engagement ring on Hermione's finger. She suddenly looked up wide-eyed. "We're actually sisters now! Remember when we used to joke about that when we went back to Hogwarts together? Who knew he already had the ring!"

Hermione nodded and pulled her into a hug before Angelina and Audrey examined the rings and wished Hermione the best.

Fleur returned to the parlour with a now calm Dominique, who was half-asleep in her mother's arms.

"Congratulations, Hermione. I ‘ave been waiting for this day since we took care of Ron during the war. I knew he loved you then."

Hermione nodded, the tears coming again as she remembered what they had endured to achieve the bliss they were experiencing.

Ron had been separated from his wife by his brothers, who allowed Arthur to congratulate his son first, removing his glasses to also wipe the tears that had formed from seeing his youngest son so happy.

Up next was Mr. Granger, who offered a hand and pulled Ron into a hug. "Congratulations, son, and welcome to the family. I know how much you love our Hermione, and I wish you both the best."

"Thank you, sir. I love your daughter more than anything."

Mr. Granger's voice was gruff. "I know you do, son."

Ron was mobbed by Bill and Charlie, who ruffled his hair and manhandled him in a way only older brothers could. "Congrats, little brother. Pretty smooth way to avoid the wedding craziness and follow in mum and dad's footsteps."

Percy came up and patted him on the back. "Congratulations again, Ron."

George caught this exchange, his hearing as sharp as ever despite his missing ear. "Wait, what do you mean ‘again', Percy? Did you know about this?"

"I may have."

"What the hell, Ron! You didn't tell me or Harry?"

"We weren't planning to tell anyone, but Percy found out by accident and helped us keep it under wraps for a couple of days. Thanks again, Perce."

Percy nodded, proud that he could help his brother. He got out of the way of Harry, who went to congratulate his best friend.

"I can't believe you two finally did it."

Ron looked apologetic. "Sorry, mate. We really wanted to tell you."

"I get it, Ron. Every detail of my wedding is splashed across the paper and I know better than anyone how nice privacy is. I wish I could've been there, but I was there for almost everything else."

Ron chuckled. "It felt weird for you to not be there to witness it, like you did for our first kiss."

"Ooh, didn't know you lot were so kinky. You like watching, Harry?"

"Shut it, George."

George sniggered and threw an arm around Ron. "Congrats, Ron. I know you and Hermione have been through a lot, and for some reason, she loves your freckly arse. Fred knew it, too. He told me one time during sixth year, when the two of you were organizing the D.A. meetings, that you'd end up together."

Ron suddenly choked up, wishing his missing brother could share in the moment. George must have noticed as well. "Don't worry about it, he'd probably deny being so sentimental if he were here, and just take the mickey."

Ron nodded as he thanked George and made his way back to Hermione, who had just shared a tearful moment with her father.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he pulled her close, immediately comforted by her warmth.

"That went surprisingly well, love."

"It did. I'm so relieved that everyone knows. We'll still have to put out a release to the Prophet so that they don't spread rumours, but we can do that in a couple of days."

Molly clapped loudly, getting everyone's attention. "Alright you lot, we have a plan. We're going to get the marquee tent out from Arthur's shed and get that set up. Bill and Charlie, please help your father with that, the dance floor, the chairs, the tables, and the heating charms."

Bill answered. "Right away, mum."

"Percy, Audrey, George, and Angelina, please move all the Christmas décor from the parlour to the tent and set it up so that it looks nice. Fleur will look after the children. Helen, David, Ginny, and Harry, please help me take the food for Christmas dinner from the kitchen to the tent once it's up. Any questions?"

Ron piped up. "Mum, what about us? How can we help?"

"You two stay here and simply enjoy each other's company. This is your day. We'll call you out when we're ready to start."

George screwed up his face. "Enjoy each other's company? Mum, you must want more grandchildren badly."

"Hush, George. Don't be crass. Though I love all my grandchildren and the more the merrier."

The family chuckled and Ron's face turned red as Molly bustled to the kitchen and everyone else got started on their tasks. The group handling the decorations quickly removed everything from the room, leaving Ron and Hermione alone.

They cuddled for about an hour, wrapped up in each other and exchanging kisses every few minutes until Molly called them to come out.

For the second time in a few days, they were greeted with an incredible sight as they entered the yard. The garden had been transformed, the tent lit up with Christmas lights and décor, giving it a cozy, festive feel.

A small dance floor stood to the side, and three tables laden with food sat opposite. The family was seated at the tables, and they watched as the couple joined them.

George stood up, flourishing his wand like a Muggle microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the newest Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."

"Mrs. Granger-Weasley," Hermione fired back, flashing a smile at her parents as everyone applauded.

"I stand corrected, Mr. and Mrs. Granger-Weasley. Before we eat, and I know this is difficult for you, Ron, we ask that the couple head to the dance floor for the first dance. Watch your toes, Hermione."

To cheers from their loved ones, Ron and Hermione made their way over to the small dance floor. Music drifted in from an unknown source, and soon the two were wrapped up in each other, eyes locked as they swayed to the slow song. Ron leaned down and kissed his bride, drawing more cheers and wolf whistles.

"I love you so much, Ron. This is better than I could have dreamed. We still got to celebrate with our families and get married the way we wanted."

Ron didn't know if she'd ever been prettier, her cheeks glowing under the twinkling lights. "I hope I can make you this happy for the rest of our lives, my wife."

"I want the same, my husband."

They shared another kiss, much to the approval of the crowd. It was their most memorable Christmas ever.

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