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thenerdycarat · 4 years

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Year 1: Ch. 4

A man with a long, white beard and half moon-shaped glasses rose from his seat at the long table at the front of the Hall. Albus Dumbledore.

He gave a friendly smile. “Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

“Thank you!”

He sat back down as everyone else applauded with a few chuckles here and there.

Before Colleen could blink, all of the dishes on the tables were filled with a feast. All different meats and side dishes that Colleen and her siblings enjoyed were piled high. A girl who seemed to be a fifth year helped Colleen fix her plate.

“Thank you,” she said before digging into the roast chicken.

“You’re Percy’s sister, aren’t you?” the girl asked.

“Yes, I’m Colleen.”

“I’m Penelope,” the girl smiled. “Ravenclaw Prefect. Percy’s told me all sorts of things about you and your brothers. Are you the youngest?”

“No. We have one more. Our baby sister, Ginny. She should get her letter next June.”

“Well, the more Weasleys, the better. And if you ever need anything, you can come to me, the Head Girl, or our Head of Ravenclaw House.”

“And who’s that?” Terry asked, his mouth half full with the beef.

“Professor Flitwick. That’s him right there.” Penelope pointed to a small man sitting next McGonagall. He was the size of a goblin, but he had a much friendlier presence.

“What does he teach?” Colleen asked after swallowing a piece of bacon.

“Charms.”

Colleen grinned. “Facinating.”

“And who do we have here?” a soothing voice spoke. All of the Ravenclaws looked up to see a ghost in a long white gown. She had a lovely face, a kind smile, and welcoming aura about her.

“It’s always refreshing to see new first years,” she smiled.

“This is the Grey Lady, everyone,” Penelope commented.

“Call me Helena.” Her transparent head turned to Colleen. “Now, this is a first. Nice to meet you, Miss Weasley.”

“Call me Colleen,” she replied.

“Well, we’ve never had a Weasley in Ravenclaw before, but we’re very happy you’re with us, Colleen.”

She returned a smile and continued with her meal. As soon as she was done with her plate, the leftovers of the savory dinner vanished, and various desserts appeared before them.

“I’m half-and-half,” a voice from the Gryffindor table sounded from behind her.

Turning to see who it was, Colleen found it was the boy named Seamus speaking. “Me dad’s a Muggle. Mum didn’t tell him she was a witch ‘til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him.”

He’s Irish, she thought, judging by his accent.

“Keeping an eye on your boyfriend, Weasley?” Lisa teased.

“I don’t even know him,” Colleen chuckled.

“He’s had his eyes on you since we got off the boats,” Padma commented. “I think he fancies you.”

“Only your first night, and someone has a crush on our new friend,” Penelope teased, which was followed by a few Ravenclaw students laughing.

Colleen blushed as she finished off the rest of her dessert. She just hoped no one noticed the handholding incident earlier.

Just like the main meal, the desserts disappeared; and once the Headmaster stood to his feet, everyone else fell silent.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, “just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

“First years should note that the forest on the grounds in forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.”

Colleen noticed Fred and George trying to hide their snickers.

“Quidditch trials,” he continued, “will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their House teams should contact Madam Hooch.”

Colleen liked the sound of trying out. Her and her siblings have all fancied the game, and she had always wanted to try for Chaser when she got to Hogwarts. Knowing that Fred and George were Beaters, they probably wouldn’t be much help in preparing; but she hoped to find someone who might help her.

“And finally,” the headmaster concluded, “I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.

“And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!”

The students rose from their seats along with the professors, and Dumbledore flicked his wand. “Everyone pick their favorite tune,” said Dumbledore, “and off we go!”

In various tunes and speeds, the students harmonized:

“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they’re bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we’ve forgot,

Just do your best, we’ll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot.”

Everyone concluded the song as different times, Colleen almost cracking up at her brothers singing as if it were a funeral.

“Ah, music,” Dumbledore said. “A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!”

“This way, first years,” Penelope said. The Ravenclaws followed the Prefect throw the crowds, out of the Great Hall, and down a dark hallway. They turned a corner and were met with multiple moving staircases.

“The staircases change,” Penelope explained. “But as long as you time them correctly, you’ll get the hang of them in no time.”

Colleen and her fellow housemates immediately took note of some of the portraits on the walls. The various people and animals all smiled, waved, and or welcomed in some way. It was nothing new to Colleen, but she was still fascinated by it all.

Once they got to what Colleen guessed was the fifth floor, Penelope led them down a hallway ending in a stone spiral staircase. The Ravenclaw students climbed it, and eventually came to a wooden door that had no trace of a knob or keyhole, but rather a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle. The knocker then twitched, coming to life, then asked, “Feed me and I live. Give me a drink and I die. What am I?”

Penelope turned to the first years. “This is how we enter our common room. The knocker gives you a riddle, and if you answer it correctly then you’ll be able to enter. Who would like to answer today?”

A few whispers among the students floated about, and Colleen’s mind began to work. She thought about every animal in the world. They all needed to eat food and drink water, but what was something that could only eat food and die if it was given water?

Water. It can be used to put out fire as well, she thought.

Fire. That had to be the answer.

She shot her hand up.

“Yes, Colleen,” Penelope pointed to her.

Colleen faced the knocker. “Is the answer a fire?”

The door immediately swung open, and her fellow housemates applauded.

“Well, done, Colleen,” Penelope congratulated.

She pushed the door open wider. The students followed her to the most beautiful room Colleen had laid her eyes on. It was an open and airy space due to its wide, circular design. The roof above them was doomed and painted to look like the night sky, and the arched windows revealed a beautiful view of the mountains in the distance. Bookcases lined the walls, and table and chairs with blue fabric were scattered around the room. Opposite of the entrance is another entrance that Penelope said would lead to the dormitories, and next to it was a stone statue of a what Penelope claimed to be Rowena Ravenclaw, which seemed as if she guarded the door.

“Boys dorms on the left,” Penelope announced as the students entered the doorway, “Girls on the right.”

Colleen, along with Lisa, Padma, and Mandy were with four four-poster beds, each with satin, royal blue canopy drapes over them. Each of their trunks had been brought up before they arrived there, and Colleen found hers right next to her bed. Her uniform and robes were folded neatly on the bed.

“Isn’t this exciting?” Mandy said. “Classes start tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if I can fall asleep,” Lisa replied. “Especially not now since Colleen has some admirers.”

“Enough about the boy from Gryffindor House,” Colleen laughed, nearly throwing her pillow at her housemate.

“What was his name again? Sean?”

“Seamus,” Padma corrected her. “My sister Parvati is in his house. She says he couldn’t take his eyes off you and nearly got left behind.”

The other two girls giggled as Colleen rolled her eyes.

“And what did you mean by ‘other admirers?’” Mandy asked as they all got into their pajamas.

“A few other boys in our year were saying how pretty Colleen was,” Lisa explained.

“They were not,” the strawberry-blonde girl objected as she sat in her bed, taking in how silky-smooth her bed sheets were.

“Yes, they were. They were complimenting your looks and personality. Even that brat Malfoy didn’t believe you ‘belonged to the Weasleys.’”

“Oh, go to bed.” Colleen immediately turned out the light and laid her head down.

“Good night,” Lisa called to them.

“Good night,” the rest of them called back.

Colleen’s head filled with thoughts about the conversation she just had with her roommates, and from what she could conclude, she knew she had just been labeled as the “pretty girl.” She didn’t want to walk around being known for her looks; all she wanted was to do well at Hogwarts and make her family proud, even more so now that she was in a different House.

With a reminder to show everyone else that she’s at Hogwarts to learn and succeed in whatever she does, she drifted off to sleep.

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shining-red-diamond · 4 years

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Ch. 4

A man with a long, white beard and half moon-shaped glasses rose from his seat at the long table at the front of the Hall. Albus Dumbledore.

He gave a friendly smile. "Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

"Thank you!"

He sat back down as everyone else applauded with a few chuckles here and there.

"Thank you," she said before digging into the roast chicken.

"You're Percy's sister, aren't you?" the girl asked.

"Yes, I'm Colleen."

"I'm Penelope," the girl smiled. "Ravenclaw Prefect. Percy's told me all sorts of things about you and your brothers. Are you the youngest?"

"No. We have one more. Our baby sister, Ginny. She should get her letter next June."

"Well, the more Weasleys, the better. And if you ever need anything, you can come to me, the Head Girl, or our Head of Ravenclaw House."

"And who's that?" Terry asked, his mouth half full with the beef.

"Professor Flitwick. That's him right there." Penelope pointed to a small man sitting next McGonagall. He was the size of a goblin, but he had a much friendlier presence.

"What does he teach?" Colleen asked after swallowing a piece of bacon.

"Charms."

Colleen grinned. "Facinating."

"And who do we have here?" a soothing voice spoke. All of the Ravenclaws looked up to see a ghost in a long white gown. She had a lovely face, a kind smile, and welcoming aura about her.

"It's always refreshing to see new first years," she smiled.

"This is the Grey Lady, everyone," Penelope commented.

"Call me Helena." Her transparent head turned to Colleen. "Now, this is a first. Nice to meet you, Miss Weasley."

"Call me Colleen," she replied.

"Well, we've never had a Weasley in Ravenclaw before, but we're very happy you're with us, Colleen."

She returned a smile and continued with her meal. As soon as she was done with her plate, the leftovers of the savory dinner vanished, and various desserts appeared before them.

"I'm half-and-half," a voice from the Gryffindor table sounded from behind her.

Turning to see who it was, Colleen found it was the boy named Seamus speaking. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mum didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him."

He's Irish, she thought, judging by his accent.

"Keeping an eye on your boyfriend, Weasley?" Lisa teased.

"I don't even know him," Colleen chuckled.

"He's had his eyes on you since we got off the boats," Padma commented. "I think he fancies you."

"Only your first night, and someone has a crush on our new friend," Penelope teased, which was followed by a few Ravenclaw students laughing.

Colleen blushed as she finished off the rest of her dessert. She just hoped no one noticed the handholding incident earlier.

Just like the main meal, the desserts disappeared; and once the Headmaster stood to his feet, everyone else fell silent.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, "just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Colleen noticed Fred and George trying to hide their snickers.

"Quidditch trials," he continued, "will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their House teams should contact Madam Hooch."

Colleen liked the sound of trying out. Her and her siblings have all fancied the game, and she had always wanted to try for Chaser when she got to Hogwarts. Knowing that Fred and George were Beaters, they probably wouldn't be much help in preparing; but she hoped to find someone who might help her.

"And finally," the headmaster concluded, "I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!"

The students rose from their seats along with the professors, and Dumbledore flicked his wand. "Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

In various tunes and speeds, the students harmonized:

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot."

Everyone concluded the song as different times, Colleen almost cracking up at her brothers singing as if it were a funeral.

"Ah, music," Dumbledore said. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

"This way, first years," Penelope said. The Ravenclaws followed the Prefect throw the crowds, out of the Great Hall, and down a dark hallway. They turned a corner and were met with multiple moving staircases.

"The staircases change," Penelope explained. "But as long as you time them correctly, you'll get the hang of them in no time."

Colleen and her fellow housemates immediately took note of some of the portraits on the walls. The various people and animals all smiled, waved, or welcomed them in some way. It was nothing new to Colleen, but she was still fascinated by it all.

Once they got to what Colleen guessed was the fifth floor, Penelope led them down a hallway ending in a stone spiral staircase. The Ravenclaw students climbed it, and eventually came to a wooden door that had no trace of a knob or keyhole, but rather a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle. The knocker then twitched, coming to life, then asked, "Feed me and I live. Give me a drink and I die. What am I?"

Penelope turned to the first years. "This is how we enter our common room. The knocker gives you a riddle, and if you answer it correctly then you'll be able to enter. Who would like to answer today?"

A few whispers among the students floated about, and Colleen's mind began to work. She thought about every animal in the world. They all needed to eat food and drink water, but what was something that could only eat food and die if it was given water?

Water. It can be used to put out fire as well, she thought.

Fire. That had to be the answer.

She shot her hand up.

"Yes, Colleen," Penelope pointed to her.

Colleen faced the knocker. "Is the answer a fire?"

The door immediately swung open, and her fellow housemates applauded.

"Well, done, Colleen," Penelope congratulated.

"Boys dorms on the left," Penelope announced as the students entered the doorway, "Girls on the right."

Colleen, along with Lisa, Padma, and Mandy were met with four four-poster beds, each with satin, royal blue canopy drapes over them. Each of their trunks had been brought up before they arrived there, and Colleen found hers right next to her bed. Her uniform and robes were folded neatly on the bed.

"Isn't this exciting?" Mandy said. "Classes start tomorrow."

"I don't know if I can fall asleep," Lisa replied. "Especially not now since Colleen has some admirers."

"Enough about the boy from Gryffindor House," Colleen laughed, nearly throwing her pillow at her housemate.

"What was his name again? Sean?"

"Seamus," Padma corrected her. "My sister Parvati is in his house. She says he couldn't take his eyes off you and nearly got left behind."

The other two girls giggled as Colleen rolled her eyes.

"And what did you mean by 'other admirers?'" Mandy asked as they all got into their pajamas.

"A few other boys in our year were saying how pretty Colleen was," Lisa explained.

"They were not," the strawberry-blonde girl objected as she sat in her bed, taking in how silky-smooth her bed sheets were.

"Yes, they were. They were complimenting your looks and personality. Even that brat Malfoy didn't believe you 'belonged to the Weasleys.'"

"Oh, go to bed." Colleen immediately turned out the light and laid her head down.

"Good night," Lisa called to them.

"Good night," the rest of them called back.

Colleen's head filled with thoughts about the conversation she just had with her roommates, and from what she could conclude, she knew she had just been labeled as the "pretty girl." She didn't want to walk around being known for her looks; all she wanted was to do well at Hogwarts and make her family proud, even more so now that she was in a different House.

With a reminder to show everyone else that she's at Hogwarts to learn and succeed in whatever she does, she drifted off to sleep.

#harry potter #Harry Potter fanfiction #seamus finnigan #oc #ravenclaw #the weasleys #thegirlwholoved

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secret-rendezvous1d · 5 years

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D E C E M B E R 3 R D

REQUEST what about pornstar harry making a festive christmas special w y/n?

So.

Here we have it.

The first smutty Blogmas story for you all to read!

You all know, by know, that smut is far from my strongest forte on here. I lack something that I can’t put my finger on and I can never be as good as some of the smut writers on here; I aspire to but I never think I can reach that level of talent.

I’m not sure where this came from, and there’s a jumble of other pieces that I’ve written in here - that have been adapted to fit the storyline, of course! - but I’m pretty proud of this and only hope that you guys like it as much as I do. It’s an impressive piece, for 5k+, for someone who doesn’t usually do smut so your feedback will mean the most to me on this Blogmas prompt.

Feedback is welcomed, as always - please let me know what you think of my pieces, send me any constructive criticism you think would help out, any ways to make my writing better, anything. It really helps me and keeps me motivated to write and we get to work as a team to make things better, for me to write and for you to read.

Enjoy. xx

D e c e m b e r 4 t h , 2 0 1 8

“Look at you, eh?”

His lips quirked into a sheepish grin as he bashfully looked down at his loafers and let his shoulder-bag drop to the floor beside his feet. A bang echoing around the room as the leather hit the floorboards and whatever was tucked beneath the buckled flap must have been heavy, she guessed. The address that they had been sent, by their agents just a few days prior to the date, hadn’t exactly lead them both to a room that was located at the bottom of the complex; probably something to do with eagle-eyed viewers zooming in with camera phones through the window because it had happened before, in shoots that she, thankfully, hadn’t been involved in and it was something they wished to keep from happening. He looked beautifully festive for the fourth of December, dressed in a hideous Christmas jumper (with fuzzy Santa beards ironed into the wool and bobble hats knitted into the material in a consecutive manner) and a pair of grey, tweed trousers, with a Christmas pudding beanie tucked over his unruly locks. Which, in her opinion, had topped the whole outfit off.

Him as her boyfriend and her as his girlfriend?

Even though they’d known each other for less than a few months? Not really considering themselves as best buddies, who hung out all the time and arrived on each others door steps like they lived there too, but were far from being the acquaintances that they once were.

Had she thought about couple-y things including him?

Cooking together and welcoming their families into her home because his university dorm was far too small to hold everyone inside? Was he a good cook or was he the type of man who chose microwave meals over cooking from fresh? Dancing to the jingling melody of Christmas songs, singing together in the car as they drove down streets lined with homes decorated with an array of Christmas lights and fake Santa’s, and kissing under the mistletoe that he secretly carried around in his pocket? Having sex, without a camera crew to record their every move, in front of an open fire and drinking warm eggnog and hot chocolates whilst feasting on marshmallows and watching Elf?

Would he take her back to Manchester so she could meet the woman who he spoke so fondly of? Would he agree to meet her family or would he feel out of place? She didn’t think he would because he seemed up for anything that life threw at him but... would he chicken out if she suggested that? Travelling to Hyde Park on the tube, dressed in multiple layers that kept the cold out, so they could visit Winter Wonderland and surround themselves with people who loved the festive holidays? Helping him decorate his university room and getting the grand tour of where he studied when he wasn’t showing off his wonders to the camera?

Of course she had... she had done for some time know... and she loved it.

“What?” His eyes widened as he took note of the amused look that knitted her features together, “I haven’t gone overboard with the whole festive look, have I? There’s this ugly-jumper day at my university today and this was the ugliest one I had in my cupboards. Saved me having to go out and buy one from the shops,” he snorted and hid his hands underneath the sleeves that hung low and practically already covered his ring-clad fingers, “I wondered why people were giving me strange looks in the-”

“No way, Harry. You look incredible. So amazing,” YN grinned widely and tightened the silk belt around her waist, stopping the flaps from opening as she stood from the plush queen-sized mattress she had occupied whilst on her own. Leaving her phone behind, with a screen that still showed a Twitter account that she seemed deep in scrolling through, she welcomed him to the set - the empty set that was still anticipating the arrival of their agents, camera-people and the set officiants that kept the area in order and free of passersby who may have stumbled upon the wrong room - with stretched out arms to envelope him in a hug and. His lips connecting with her cheek in a soft greeting and she was pleased her face soon hid in the hollow of his neck so she could hide the blush on her cheeks. “You smell like cinnamon, too.”

“My mum sent me this aftershave that she saw in a shop back in Cheshire. Wrote me a letter, because she’s so old-fashioned and texts are too new-school for her, and she said that she thought of me when she smelt it because I’ve always loved the smell of cinnamon,” he chuckled lightly and squeezed her body to his chest. The silk kimono, that barely covered the skin of her upper thighs and, due to the white colour of it, was see-through under the right right, was smooth underneath his fingertips and he couldn’t seem to stop himself from rubbing her back. “You smell lovely, too.”

“I never said you smelt lovely,” she teased and mentally scolded herself because, as he strained away from her, his body heat had left her abruptly and she felt a chill in the air that she was sure hadn’t been there when she arrived. A playful frown pinching his features as he looked down at her. “I’m joking with you, H. You smell absolutely gorgeous.”

His laugh was like music to her ears and a smile was all she could give him.

Regrettably, he unlatched his arms from around her, because she was soft and cuddly, warm and inviting and, if he could have things his way, he would have held her until the day was over, and took a tiny step away from her. A step that left a gap that allowed him to take a twirl to take in the room.

“They’re not going to make me dress like Santa Claus or anything for this project, are they?”

“We can boycott if they make us dress in anything that looks remotely ridiculous. I’m not making myself look silly,” she gave him a wink and backed away from him. The backs of her legs coming into contact with the bed was the touch she needed in order to fall back onto the plush mattress. “I’m not dressing like an elf or a reindeer or whatever else they come up with. And, I can’t stress this one enough; and I am not fucking a Santa Claus. I draw the line at role-play.”

“I think you’d look pretty fit as an elf. A reindeer, not so much, but an elf,” he smiled smugly and lifted his hand up from his side, the tip of his thumb and the tip of his finger connecting and pinching and he pressed a kiss to where his fingers joined - a gesture that was something he’d picked up from an Italian restaurant, in Italy, on a family holiday that wasn’t that long ago - “you’d definitely look fit. I’d still fuck you.”

“To be honest, I’d probably still fuck you if you dressed like Santa. Big belly and all,” she teased, cackling towards the ceiling before turning her head to look at him, “I’m glad it’s you I’m doing this with. The best Christmas present this hellish job can ever give me.”

“If we could get things started, that would be great.”

A middle-aged man, with a bald-head and a soul-patch underneath his bottom lip, had spoken. Neither YN nor Harry had met him before this project, even though YN had heard of him through many other connections that came with the job. Catching the attention of everyone that was loitering in the room and passing the time with idle discussion amongst themselves, informally telling people who knew who they were, who didn’t need to be in the room whilst filming commenced, that they needed to leave the room. From across the space, and settled at a table on the other side of the bed, Harry snapped his head in YN’s direction with an excited grin forming his lips, soon disappearing, seconds later, behind the wrist of the make-up artist who was spreading powdered foundation across his cheeks. Not that he needed any makeup because he was flawless and there wasn’t a single mark, acne scar or blemish upon his olive skin.

“Let’s get things rolling now, please,” he waved his hands in the air as a bundle of people pushed through the space of the door. Looking over his shoulder, he made sure those he had asked to be part of his skeleton-crew were in the correct positions and ready to go; that the cameras were in the right place, that the lighting was set on the correct mood and had the correct tones in check and that the microphones and boom-mics were held high enough and out of shot but still close enough to capture the moans and mewls that Harry and YN would fill the room with. Nodding to himself, pleasingly, before turning on his heels. “The general basis that we have is to start with YN giving Harry a blowjob that will then roll into Harry eating YN out and then we finish off with full penetration. But feel free to go with whatever you think fits the moment; you both know how this works by now.”

The floorboards creaked underneath Harry’s weight as he carried a fold-up chair to the corridor outside the room, and YN smiled at how sweet and gentlemanly he was to those people who never really gave him a second of their day, dressed in his red boxer briefs. The waistband digging into the soft love-handles that spilled over the black elastic but perfectly showed off just how satisfyingly huge he was. Her lipgloss feeling sticky against her lips as she swiped a finger over her lips on the brisk walk to the bathroom. A chill in the air , from the small, open window, that brought a layer of goosebumps to her skin.

“Harry?”

The same man from before called out, startling him in his tracks as he let the seat rest against the cream wall. His attention fully on the soul-patch that was hard to tear his eyes from.

“Now, please, mate.”

“Yeah, of course. I was just...” his sentence drew quiet as his bare feet padded across the carpet, settling down on the edge of the bed and clasping his hands upon his thighs, “you want me here or...?”

“There is perfect. YN’s going to walk from the bathroom to start the scene. See you sitting there and then things escalate,” a hand wavered in the direction of the bathroom door and YN peeked her from behind the doorframe, waving at him with a cheek-aching smile, “starting in one minute.”

Despite his arrival into pornography, just a few months prior, Harry still hadn’t had much sexual experience to form a personality off of. Just enough experience to know what he needed to do in order to please another person and what he could expect, in terms of pleasure, from someone else. Every girl that he had ever been with - a number that he could count on one hand - hadn’t seen him as a desirable sexual partner and, apparently, had not been sucking him off in the way it should be properly done because the way that YN worked her tongue up and down his shaft, how her lips enveloped him with such an inviting warmth and how she gave his cock all the attention it deserved had left him a trembling, whimpering, squirming mess upon the bed as she dug her nails into the inside of his thighs, not even bothering to wipe the drool that clung to her cheeks and dampened the carpet between her knees and coated her breasts in thick rivulets. With YN in his life, the girls before him seemed like practice runs; their moans and begs being the pushes he needed to be a better person when it came to pleasing somebody else.

He loved seeing YN on her knees.

As she pulled down his underwear and let the loose material fall to his ankles in a heap of red cotton, her eyes looked hungry and once his cock sprung free from its restraint and slapped up against his stomach, she ogled it like a steak dinner and couldn’t dare take her eyes away from it. His tip raspberry pink and his slit twitched at the cool air, a dribble of pre-cum slipping down the side of his shaft and disappearing into the jungle of thick, unruly, dark hair that covered the base. His hand wrapping around himself, tapping her cheek with the rigid head, and his thumb swiped the clear and sticky arousal that bubbled to its escape.

One of her tiny hands sat upon his naked hip, thumb tickling over the tip of a leave belonging to the fern tattooed upon his body, whilst her other snuck around his thigh, denting the pillowy skin of his bum with tiny fingernail indents that tingled his skin. Her doe eyes looking up at him with an appetite and puckered lips were parted plenty enough for him slip a thumb between. Which she welcomed and instantaneously tasted the salty coating that covered the pad of his calloused thumb, using her tongue to lick his digit, a hum of delight vibrated his hand as she swallowed and slowly dragged her lips to his nail, pulling off with a pop.

“Have you been a bad girl this year, hm? Will I find you on Santa’s naughty list or his nice list?” Harry wondered, holding her jaw and forcing her lips to pout as she tried her hardest to grin at him, her eyelashes fluttering on her cheeks with each slow blink that she gave him, her nose scrunching as his thumb dug into the hollow of her cheek, “reckon you’ve been a nightmare, baby. An absolute nightmare. Reckless, naughty, the baddest of all bad girls, hm?”

She shook her head from left to right, only for his wrist to tense, holding her neck still.

“Deserve a proper fuck, don’t you, baby? That’s what bad girls deserve when they’ve been bad. To be properly fucked and punished until they can barely walk,” he told her, a smirk finding its way on his lips that looked menacing and dangerous, sending tingles down her spine and a jerk of electricity towards her clit, the bundle of nerves feeling warm between her thighs and no doubt leaving a damp stain upon the crotch of her knickers, “and I think sucking my cock would help you in moving naughty to nice.”

Her nimble fingers took hold of his cock and she couldn’t help but apply a little pressure to his aching and throbbing hard-on, gripping at his shaft as she kept a close eye on his face, looking for any signs that he was uncomfortable or too close to the end and needed her to back off before he spunked too early on - she had that effect on him and she ruddy well knew it. Her wrist slowly beginning to jerk him off, working him slowly and painfully close to his orgasm, her thumb brushing over his slit as he winced, bucking his hips into her fist. She scooted closer on her knees and applied kisses to the lower space of his belly, tracing his intricately-detailed tattoos with her lips, before she dragged her mouth down and around his belly-button, pressing a kiss to the patch of skin that seemed to tickle him and ignoring the thick course hair that tickled beneath her nose. Peppering the softest of kisses to his shaft and bumping over the pulsing veins and feeling just how warm his skin was, tasting remnants of dried pre-cum when itran down his length in rivulets and slowly - teasingly slowly - puffing cool air onto his wet skin.

Her tongue slipped out from between her lips and moistened her pink flesh, the colour of her mouth matching the colour of his mushroom tip, both glistening beneath the light that streaked through the window. A wince hissing through the gaps of his clenched teeth and she reciprocated by wrapping her lips around him, Her tongue flicking over the slit, craving more of his thick girth to stretch her throat, fingers toying with his balls and rolling them in her hand.

His hand never seemed to feel as good as her hand did and his jerks never did the trick nor did they seem to satisfy him enough and every squeeze and every spurt of ejaculate, that he released in thick strings of white cream, never seemed to send a spark of electricity down his veins like she could do. Her mouth felt immense as it dragged up and down shaft, her hands feeling amazing as one jerked off what she couldn’t fit in her mouth and one fondled his bollocks to bring him close to the edge, and her eyes... god, her eyes looked so perfect as they watered. Drool slicking her chin as she gagged and whined.

“Such a good girl, baby. So good for me,” he cooed raspily, fingers shaking as they stroked through her hair, his hand cupping the back of her head, “you drive me crazy.”

His toes hurt from being curled into the carpet, his thighs shook from how tense they were and his bottom lip almost drew blood as he chewed and nibbled on the flesh and cried out with euphoria - he never seemed to get used to being able to voice his pleasure because sharing a university hall with other people, with flats that had paper thin walls and allowed everyone and anyone to hear him, took away that advantage. His nostrils flared as he huffed and puffed a hoard of deep breaths, his chest rising and falling, as he gained all self control to not fall back on the bed.

“M’gon’a cum if you keep going like that,” he grunted, running his hand through his hair and tugging on his fringe, eyes squeezing shut as she pulled off of him with a slurping ‘pop’, “wan’a cum after I fucked you good and proper. Need to feel you around me.”

Their bodies seemingly in a rush to clamber upon the bed and pursue the one thing they were most eager for. Harry’s cock swinging with movement as he rested his body weight on one knee, resting on the edge of the bed, allowing space for YN to launch herself on the mattress, leading to a twist of two bodies that were panting and heaving with busy lungs. She watched him with hungry eyes as he grasped his cock in a loose fist and jerked himself once, twice, three times before it begun to swell bigger, giving himself a thick and veiny look before lining up to her slit. Tapping her folds once before slamming forward with a quick snap of his hips, filling her up in one swift thrust, fingers digging into the pillowy flesh that bloomed over the elastic of her lace knickers (that were decorated with delicate candy-cane sweets and a striped ribbon that held a tiny, golden bell upon the knot below her navel) which, if they jingled once more and caught against the pubic hair that sprouted from his crotch region, he would tear off with on swipe of a fist. Tucking himself inside of her and instantly rocking forward on his knees as his broad hips spread her legs apart, her ankles hooking in a rather limp fashion around his middle as she completely enveloped him. His groans sounded so deep and raspy, and in the moment would always put his voice second on her list of favourite sounds, scratching inside his chest as a way for her to hear just how pleased her was to be back in a cunt that he enjoyed so much. That he preferred to sink his cock into. That he was still a little starstruck over and couldn’t believe he had become, not only the industry’s favourite, but her favourite to star alongside on multiple projects.

It was an unexpected motion from him. Completely unexpected. She had been anticipating something a little softer, like a tap to her clit with the head of his cock, or something much sweeter from the man who had admitted, himself, that he couldn’t ever hurt a fly. The same man who was terrified to hurt her, terrified to break a limit and terrified to push between her legs because he didn’t know her. He didn’t know whether she had limits, whether she liked certain things, whether she was into specific kinks that he could put into play... they were simply just ‘fuck-colleagues’, if he had to give it a title; he wasn’t sure if they were buddies or not... they hadn’t really hung out outside of projects, they never really spoke and they used each other’s numbers as a means of contact for an upcoming session they had been asked to attend. Never to talk about favourite foods or what they were up to in a moment or whether they wanted to hang out at a local pub to mingle.

He stopped moving once he was fully situated inside her, his mouth gaped wide and his two front teeth breaking free from behind his pink lips, his chest heaving in short, sporadic and shallow breaths, tongue tensing before licking across the skin of his bottom lip, catching the top of the hump of his chin, as his eyes scrunched shut.

A sound, classed between a gasp and a strangled moan and a choked off bleat, bubbled up her throat and escaped from her parted lips and her nails dug into the expanse of his muscular back. Fingernails leaving tiny crescent-shaped indents amongst the freckles and moles and the faint scratches, causing his skin to feel bumpy and jagged, that he had gotten from somewhere (most likely received by someone whom she didn’t dare bring herself to think about). “God, Harry!”

“Fucking... christ. Fucked you plenty of times but you’re still so bloody tight ‘round me,” Harry whimpered, eyes rolling back into his skull as he released heavy puffs of breath that smelt deliciously of mint and blew her fringe from her eyes. Puckered lips looking exaggerated once he noticed her deeply-coloured eyes were disappearing behind loose tendrils falling from the messiest ponytail he’d ever seen her hair in. His hips pushing deeper - deep enough to nudge against all spots inside her and get the last inch of his prick inside. “How’s that happen, huh? Why d’yeh feel so tight?”

“You don’t fuck me enough,” she whispered - and she hated how she spoke with so much truth. She wished he was her co-star for all of her projects because he was a one of a kind bloke. The way he treated her was the way she had wished all of her co-stars would treat her; a kiss on the cheek upon arrival, a grin on his lips because he was genuinely excited to be with her, a compliment about how lovely she looked, asking her if she was okay, making sure she felt comfortable (regardless on how uncomfortable he may have been feeling) and talking to her like she wasn’t just the parking garage for his cock. “You need to fuck me more. Fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper, Harry.”

Her nails dug into the sweaty muscles of his back, leaving moon-shaped indents in his skin, as she pawed around eagerly for something to grip onto, both of her knees quaking either side of his body as he worked at a pace that had her edging closer and closer, each passing second, to her orgasm. The biggest she’d ever had out of all the people she had starred alongside, the biggest she could ever dream of having from a co-star (particularly a newcomer who wasn’t so used to be handled so boldly by a partner) and the biggest she had ever wanted, ever, in all of her career. Someone to stretch her properly, to the point where she could almost feel a burning tear at base of her cunt, and still feel satisfied by it.

“God, please…” she gulped and her voice was soft, broken in some places, and she wanted to plead with him for them to work together - but she knew it wasn’t just them in the room, they weren’t just having sex to pleasure themselves and they weren’t having sex of their free-will. It was a job and there were people out there who were waiting on something that wasn’t so emotionally fueled. He was making her feel good but was she making him feel good? “Harry, fucking hell.”

“Nice and slow, baby. Slow it down,” Harry cooed, hovering over her some more with the tiniest of grunts and mewls rolling off of his plush and swollen lips. Lips she just wanted to kiss whenever she wanted and a set of lips that she wanted nothing more than to feel touching every inch of her body whenever they were alone. She clenched around him, like she was holding onto dear life, and he felt it. Keeping him warm and snug, hugging his thick shaft like she was born to protect it. “You’re so good, baby. So good.”

She smiled and promptly wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging on his hair was he dipped low and pushed his face into the crook of her neck, right between her prominent collarbone and the warmth of the thick of her neck, arms disappearing underneath her body as he rolled them over. Feet planted on the bed and his knees bent as she stayed closer to front. Her bare chest flushed against his tattooed chest, a heavy moan erupting from within her as he bit down on her skin and started to suck like his depended on it. Feeling her fingers tense between his locks, pulling harder and harder and forcing him to suckle harder and harder, completely falling in love with the way she allowed him to bruise her. To mark her like she was his very own possession - and it hadn’t dawned on him then but it had done a few weeks later, when he saw a video of her with a guy who looked too young to be in porn, with a hickey so bold that it was impossible to cover with makeup, that he marked her. Not some strange bloke, not some cocky bastard who thought she was the fittest fuck, not some guy who hadn’t earned his place in her life... but him.

She buried her face into his neck, soon after, and it only felt right to him, as she clenched around him and kept a hold so devilishly dangerous around him, to allow her the chance to take a bite of skin between her teeth and chew and nibble until it was freakishly purple, taking a fistful of his sweat-drenched hair and pulling his head so it lulled to the left. Her lips moulding against his jawline before she flicked her tongue of her earlobe.

“Fuck me harder, Harry,” she whispered lowly, full of need and the desire to have him pound deeply into her, “so much harder, baby. I need it. I need you.”

And he happily obliged, suddenly snapping his hips up. The tops of his fuzzy thighs colliding with the flesh of her bum, the flesh jiggling under the momentum of his bollocks, as he forced every single inch of himself back inside of her with one quick slam. A drawn out whine echoing around the room from her open mouth as she reached between their bodies and nudged her fingers against her tingling clit, eyes rolling back in euphoria as he wrapped his arms around her middle and he’d her close.

“Christ!” She cried out, “yes, Harry! Keep going.”

She whined at the sensation that was building between her thighs, her stomach clenching visibly and her arms flexing as she held onto him with one arm and continued working her clit with her free hand, her entire body far from relaxed as she let out one last shaky breath, lungs rattling with the effort of the air she’d been holding in, releasing her orgasm around him as his thrusts fell into a jagged rhythm. His cock nudging deep into the pit of her stomach, pressing deliciously into the spot inside of her that forced her legs to straddle him a little tighter than they already had been, as he felt himself twitch and plead for release.

“Fucking hell, you’re so good. Feel so warm and snug around me, don’t you, baby? So good at taking all of me in like the good girl that you are,” he crooned with a voice that was raw and desperate for hydration, his hips slowly retracting away from her and pulling his cock out, one tiny centimetre by one tiny centimetre, little by little, enticing a gasp from her mouth as she rolled off of his body and stretched out beside him. She knew what was coming and she always found his endings to be the best endings; always helped when leaving the viewers wanting more. He jumped to his knees and spread them at a shoulders width apart, the sheets rustling under his skin and the mattress creaking under his body weight, fingers wrapping around his slick cock, that was covered in a slimy coating of her arousal, and jerking himself off to finish his orgasm. His eyes darting between her wet cunt and her startled eyes. “Look at me, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes watch me when I cum.”

And, if there was one thing that YN had grown to realise, over the short few months of knowing him, it’s that when Harry cums, he cums hard.

In all of her pornographic career, she’d had her fair share of unique spunkers. She had this one guy who came short and quick when he orgasmed, like she was errand upon his list of many other dutiful errands, and tasted more saltier than she preferred; she had one guy who sprayed like a fountain and had rather watery orgasms, which she hadn’t ever seen before, that dribbled down her face in quick trickles; she had another who spurted aimlessly and hadn’t any control over any specific place on her body... but she wasn’t lying when she spoke about how much he fucked like the proper bloke she had always wanted to be fucked by; and she had one guy, who she never asked back to film scenes with her, because he had been into cumming deep in her throat, and she wasn’t comfortable with him around.

But Harry... Harry was something else entirely.

When he wore a rubber, because they liked to skip that part sometimes, he managed to fill it nice and full with his release, and to the point where it leaked thick dribbles onto his fingers when he tied a knot at the opening. When he spunked after YN gave him a blowjob or wanked him off in whatever position a producer had them start off in, he liked to take control when he was close so that he could swipe the tip of his cock across her cheek and paint her skin with his creamy substance, only so he could lick it from her flushed cheekbone and give her taste when she kissed him. When they fucked so deeply and so passionately, he liked to cum on her stomach and watch it glisten under the natural lighting that entered the room, smiling at how delicious she looked when she was covered in his release, before turning into the perfect gentleman and wiping her clean when the cameras were no longer rolling. And when he took part in projects based on solo masturbation (which she was an absolute sucker for), when he didn’t have her to jerk him off as he sat back and watched her tits bounce, he managed to keep his twitching cock under control with a tight fist that still allowed him the pleasure of an unruined orgasm, leaking down his hand and onto a towel folded up to capture any spills.

She felt droplets not only land upon her pubic bone, ut also upon stomach and there was no doubt that some had landed in her belly-button, that some had missed her body completely and dispersed in the air, that some had flicked up and she had missed it land upon her chin or upon her cheek, that some caught in the material of her knickers and that some had definitely disappeared into his fist, for use as lube to smoothly jerk himself off. Painting her so messily and pushing the tip between her folds of skin before pulling away and hunching over her. Puffs of breath fanning over her lower stomach, and just the tops of her thighs, as he looked at the spunk that pooled between her thighs.

She shivered at the feeling of his tongue swiping up her folds. His wet flesh lapping up stripes against her wet flesh and the contact, the slurping and the moans were the only sounds that could be heard amongst the quiet room. Amplified because of the microphone but sounding so soft to their ears, like they were in a bubble and it was just the two of them as they revelled in the toe-tingling aftermath. Her fingers gripped at the sheets beneath her as her toes curled up, whimpers escaping her lips because his nose was in perfect place against her twitching clit. Lips soon attaching themselves as he worked on eating her like a feast. Lapping up every ounce of spunk that dribbled from between her walls, every slick puddle of her arousal that hid in her folds, every drop of a saliva and cum mixed concoction that left a distinguished taste on his tongue that he wanted more and more of.

He pulled away and looked up at her as she stared back at him with a smile on her face and a light behind her eyes that made her look pure, and her gentle cries of pleasure bounced off the walls as she slowly uncurled her toes. His cheeks and lips, and the underside of his nose, glistened under the natural light that filtered into the room and his tongue he’d the taste of both orgasms that he was desperate to show off to her.

“Tastes really nice. Always love how good you taste, baby,” he grinned cheekily, pushing up on his knees and leaning forward, hovering above her as he pressed a deep kiss to her lips. Open-mouthed and incredibly passionate and barely jerking away when her tongue found the inside, devouring every inch of his mouth as she, too, let the taste of their mixed releases linger on her tongue. “Lovely, right?”

“Delicious.”

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everythingmustgo · 5 years

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do tell your stories from psych ward please?

ok I have a lot bc I was there a whole 3 months and ive been remembering things abt it cuz of the time of year

the first ward I was in was the worst like honestly. nasti. it was like living in a waiting room, the sitting room had no sofas just like kinda padded wooden chairs and there were no real activities except "arts nd crafts" which was colouring in (god dont even). also they locked ppl in their rooms sometimes which was scary.

this sounds made up but I swear this was how it happened... the first person who talked to me after I arrived nd decided to go into the sitting room came up to me and asked me "are u happy?". I was still lowkey off my face recovering from an od and didnt kno what to say so I was like .. yes?? and he looked surprised like honestly????? so I was like no?? so he asked why and I must have looked bewildered cuz he was just like u dont wanna talk about it?? ok. and left me alone

the week I was there the ward was locked so we werent allowed out but there was a garden w a big wooden chair everyone called the schizo chair lol. I played cards w this guy who was actually an angel bless him he told me he made a genre of music called space techno and it was his dream to play piano in front of an audience. he made me a card and I have it on my wall.

while I was there there was a documentary on the bbc about how poor the standard of care was at this particular unit and we all sat round and watched it 🤪 it was p unsettling but thankfully I never experienced anything like what they were saying in the documentary and I heard a lot different opinions and experiences from a lot of different patients.

the 2nd ward I was in was nicer and a bit comfier and I met a lot of nice ppl. there was a woman who screamed a lot at night who I sort of became friends but I was a bit scared of her, I remember her letting me sit in the corner w her w all these towels and blankets and a bunch of junk like a pile of rubber bands and a vase and a toast rack??? and we put flowers in plastic bottles for some reason that I cant remember but I kept it by my bed with the sunflowers my parents gave me and we shot rubber bands at eachother which made me laugh and the nurses looked confused af. she let me come into her room and gave me this gross vegan turkey and we lay on the floor w our feet on her bed and looked out the window but I accidentally upset her by saying a word that triggered her and I had to leave her room. she saw me later on and hugged me and said it wasnt my fault.

there was a man who knew everything abt 80s pop like u could say any 80s pop song and hed tell u who sang it and the year and month it came out but he didnt rly understand social boundaries so hed come and hang out while my parents were there a lot. he also wanted to wear my clothes lol

I remembered the other day that I ended up putting my notebook in the shower after I wrote some trauma related stuff which makes me laugh to think about like god what a mental bitch

I was in the last ward in a different hospital like 2 months. it was by far the nicest one lol I had my 20th birthday there and my mum got me a stevie nicks hat and I just wore it around the ward cuz I thought well they think im crazy anyway so whatevs.

I went a progressively off the shits before my birthday (thought I was gonna die before then) and got sectioned twice, wouldnt sleep just paced around my room, stopped taking my meds which once they figured out they considered forcibly injecting me w antipsychs (thankfully they went against this on account of Mad Trauma), stole a butter knife and a pin badge and hid them in my room, got put on constant observation on account of crazy bitch shenanigans etc.

I was so determined to not take my meds that one time I had to fill out some form immediately after being given my meds and I kept it in my mouth the WHOLE TIME they were waiting for me to finish it. by the time they left it had mostly dissolved anyway lol.

I made friends w a woman in the first ward who got transferred to this hospital so it was nice to have someone I knew there. I still see her sometimes, shes from my town (not gon lie half my town was in that ward) and honestly she made the whole experience kind of bearable. she was always writing and playing music for us

there was a nurse there who helped me so much and I love him to bits and miss him every day, he was rly interested in basically preventing young ppl like me from ending up in hospital, he had rly cool tattoos and was bald w a big beard but had this soft irish accent and was rly kind and gentle. I remember him telling me one of the best things he ever did was getting over the hatred of disco music and when hes anxious he puts on disco music and dances lmao. also he taught me doing fake karate when ur anxious helps a lot.

I used to get dominos 2 for Tuesdays with this guy who wore a huge white leather jacket and told me eminem was going to give him a million pounds and he was going to use it to legalise weed and cure HIV and honestly I loved him sm he was real quiet and constantly paced up and down the corridors but he was rly nice to talk to. he hugged me sometimes which was nice too but the nurses werent keen on that

one of the nicest things was that there was a little garden outside this one visiting room and a couple of times my parents brought my dog with them to come see me and I got to sit in the garden and play with him

ok I have way more but this is already so much dkrjfjkkd

#also some of them r pretty awful so idk if i should share on here 🤪

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alicemoonwonderland · 7 years

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Nali’s Little Escapee

Someone on Ao3 once suggested for a fic about Nali having a little sister. Nali and Disa are the children of Fili. Hirin is Kili's son. And Vael and Enya are Thorin's children.

Fandom: The Hobbit

Rating: SFW

Summary: Nalí fears for the existence of his beard when he realises his little sister managed to slip away. Thankfully his cousins are willing to lend him a hand in the search before his father Fili get his hands on him.

Tagging: @atlerion @mywritingbox @themissimmortal(if anyone wishes to be tagged let me know)

His father was going to hang him up by his braids. Shave him! Make him live with the Elves! Oh Mahal, maybe he should toss himself into the Mines and never resurface. Probably a better fate than the one his father would bestow upon him when he found out that he lost his sister.

By Mahal, how could someone so small like Disá move so darn fast? He petted the scattering of hair on his cheeks. His mother would shave him like a sheep! “Disá, where are you!” he hissed low as he looked under everything that sneaky little dwarfling could have hidden herself.

“What’s going on?” He squeaked and shot up into the air when someone spoke to him. Heart racing as he turned around. Feeling partially relieved when he saw it wasn’t one of the adults, but his cousin Vael. Ugh, don’t look at him like that Vael! It reminded him too much of Grandpa Thorin.

“Nothing! Aren’t you supposed to be at a Prince Lessons?” he asked his cousin innocently, making his eyes big and puppy like just like Uncle Kíli had taught him. Vael stared at him, his gaze unwavering and the silver of his eyes almost cold.

“Father is currently discussing state matters with Master Balin,” he answered in a calm and collected voice. He and his twin couldn’t be more different from each other than night and day. Vael reminded Nalí of unmoving rock, solid and serious. Enya on the other hand reminded him of water, ever changing and ever moving.

“Ah, I see. Well, see you at dinner!” If he survived that is. C’mon Disá, he wasn’t in the mood to play this game of stupid hide and seek with his beard on the line.

“You lost her, didn’t you?” Vael sighed deeply, but Nalí scowled when he saw the twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

“No, I did not.”

“Oh yes, that’s why you are scuttling around like you’re hiding something.”

“Hiding what?” Nali groaned when his other cousin and Vael’s twin, Enya, popped up beside her brother. Curiosity all over her face. “Where is Disá? Weren’t you babysitting her today?”

Nali looked up at the stone ceiling and prayed to Mahal for a sink hole to appear under him and swallow him whole. “Oh damn, he lost Disá.” He looked pained at Enya who stifled a laugh, Vael looking sympathetic at him.

“I didn’t mean to! I looked away as I was grabbing her some juice, and when I turned around, she was gone!” He groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face. Feeling a gentle hand ruffle his hair, and he peaked through his fingers to look at Enya.

“We will help you find her, won’t we V?” She turned back to her brother who crossed his arms and nodded reassuringly.

“It happens to the best of us. Remember when Uncle Kíli lost Hirin in the gardens and later found him in the stables?” Enya laughed amused.

“How did he even get all the way to the stables?”

“Because I am extraordinary. Why are we talking about my escape plans?” Hirin popped his head around the corner and joined his cousins, tying back his half-long black hair. Vael clacked his tongue, staring at the younger dwarf who smirked.

“Yes you are just a special snowflake, aren’t you?” Enya drawled as she squeezed Hirin’s cheeks who tried to get away. “But jokes aside, Disá pulled one of your stunts, and we are going to find her before the adults find out and skewer Nalí.”

Hirin turned serious in a flash, nodding as he pushed his hands into his pockets. “We should put a leash on her next time. She’s worse than I am.”

“You said it,” Vael drawled as he started to look around. Nalí let out a relieved sigh. Four pairs of eyes were better than just one. Squaring his shoulder, he led his cousins in the search for little Disá while he prayed to Mahal for time.

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“Where in Mahal’s name is she!” His voice went up a few octaves in despair as they had practically searched everywhere in the royal wings, evading the adults like Nori evaded Dori after stealing something. He rubbed his knuckles against his sternum as they walked through the corridors, sweat making his shirt stick against his back.

“My thoughts exactly. She cannot have left the Wing; the guards would have spotted her. And she isn’t that stealthy.” Hirin nodded at Vael’s statement as the oldest looked mildly concerned.

“We will find her, one way or another. Let’s check the little courtyard. She maybe has hidden in one of the bushes.” Maybe, hopefully. They all knew they didn’t have much time left before the adults were done with their work for the day and would be coming home for dinner.

They made their way to the courtyard that was a bit off the main corridors, looking around intensely. Nalí froze when he saw a large dwarf sitting on a bench, recognising the bald tattooed head anywhere. Then he saw who sat on Dwalin’s knee and let out a relieved sigh.

“Na-Na!” The little gold-haired girl beamed up at him, clapping her chubby hands. “Me hidey hide hide with Dwa-Dwa!” The Dwarf looked seriously at Nali trembled in his boots. Yup, he better say goodbye to his beard. And his braids. And be prepared for the worsts jobs one could do around Erebor.

Dwalin’s lips curled up in a wide smirk as he turned to the little girl on his knee. “Disá, playing hide and seek with ya brother, huh? And he found you, such a good brother isn’t he?” Disá cried out in glee, holding out her hands to Nalí who stepped forward, picking her up.

The adult Dwarf stood up and squeezed Nalí’s shoulder. “No worry lad, I won’t rat ya out to ya parents. Kids are slippery. Just ask ya Da.” Nali hugged his sister tightly as relief washed through him tightly. Rubbing his nose against Disá’s silk locks.

“Thanks for finding her, Uncle Dwalin. I was so worried.” The Dwarf nodded understanding, a gentle look on his usually hard face. The man having a soft spot for the younger generation.

“Don’t mention it, lad. I had a jolly time with her.” He tapped his finger against the little girl’s nose. “Now scurry off ya all and get scrubbed clean. Ya mothers don’t like ya all dusty.”

“My mum doesn’t mind. She comes at the table dusty enough herself,” Enya drawled amused, getting laughs of everyone.

“Aye, but she is Queen. And a weird one,” Dwalin drawled amused as he wrapped his arm around Enya’s shoulder and stirred them all out of the courtyard. Nalí sighed relieved and looked down at Disá who smiled up adoringly at him.

“Next time, we will colour, okay?” Although that could result in painted walls. Better than having another heart attack

#the hobbit #next generation #original characters #written by alicemoonwonderland #children

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