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weasleyreidstyles · 4 months

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Serendipity

chapter nine

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): mentions of drugging (love potion) and brief mentions of poisoning (like right at the end)

series masterlist; previous part; next part

The library is your sanctuary. A place you can go to ease your mind and satiate your need for more knowledge. Usually you're not disturbed while your here, but Mattheo seemed to find a new joy in persistently annoying you.

You had been completing an essay for Defence that Snape wanted to be completely for two days time, when the calm air around you changed with the announcement of his chaotic presence.

"I thought you had Quidditch practice." you say, not taking your eyes off of your parchment as he takes the empty seat beside you, thigh brushing your's.

"Finished ten minutes ago. I got bored." he says noncommittally. His hand has found it's way to your thigh, tracing barely-there patterns with the tips of his fingers. You tense on instinct before relaxing almost instantaneously.

"Don't you have friends for that?" you snark as you spare him a single glance before you continue working.

"I'm offended that you think we aren't friends, sweetheart." he says with feigned outrage.

"Friends don't do what we do, Matt." you whisper. If it weren't for his already close proximity, he probably would not have heard you. His hand begins tracing firmer patterns, tracing longing lines of comfort.

"No, I suppose they don't." he muses with the ghost of a smile. He's tracing your figure with inquisitive eyes, now a honeyed brown in the sunlight reflecting in the windows.

"Do you want something?" you ask, turning your head to face him, your breath hitching in your throat at just how close he was to you – his lips a fraction of movement away from your's. "We're in public," you say, with a breatheless stammer.

"I'm starting to find that I don't care where we are, anymore." he says just as quietly, eyes flickering between your mouth and fluttering eyes. "What have you done to me?"

"I haven't done anything." you snicker, your nose brushing imperceptibly against his, gaze landing intently on his plush lips.

"We're lucky your favoured spot is so closed off between the shelves, Meadow." he mumbles, his voice dropping to that low rasp you've come to appreciate over the months. "Because that means I can do this, with little consequence."

He kisses you then. Hard and passionate and with entirely too much feeling for something that wasn't supposed to be anymore than a transactional friendship to help out a mutual friend.

~∞~

Much to your delight, Mattheo stayed with you a little longer before the feeling of his quidditch gear, still dirtied from practice, became too much to comfortably bare. He left with a lingering peck to your cheek, something entirely too affectionate for you to properly process.

Not ten minutes later, your solitude was once again interrupted.

"What the hell is going on between you and Riddle?" Ginny's hissing whisper filled the quiet atmosphere, who landed in Mattheo's previously occupied seat with venomous grace.

"Nothing." you say with furrowed brows, lowing the book you were scouring for Siphon lore, to your lap. As far as you knew, Ginny was only aware of your tutor sessions with Mattheo.

But all these weeks of lies and deceit was bound to blow up in your face sooner or later, you just weren't planning on the most ferocious of your friends to figure it out first.

"Don't bullshit me." she snapped, keeping her voice low. "The tutoring sessions? The continued trips to the Room of Requirement? It's so bloody obvious, Meadow."

"I swear. Nothing is going on between me and Riddle." His name felt foreign on your tongue – he hadn't been 'Riddle' to you in months. Ginny only gave you a look that screamed her disbelief in you.

"Right and it wasn't him I saw leaving this little nook about ten minutes ago?"

"How's Dean?" you ask, swiftly averting the subject off of you. She sighs tiredly at your denial and relaxes into the cosy sofa, a contemplative look on her freckled face.

"I think we're over. The relationship is done and dead. We weren't compatible at all." she sounds resolute, but you could tell that she felt the pain of heartbreak. She leans her head on your shoulder and accepts the hug that you wrap her in. "I just wanted to feel something. I've pined for Harry for practically six years but-"

"I know. I know." you comfort her, quietly soothing her as she leans further into your embrace. Ron's younger sister had been a stellar part of your life for as long as you could remember. Her infatuation with your best friend was what prompted a friendship – at first she had been jealous of the attention Harry gave to you but when you confessed that you had a crush on a fellow Ravenclaw, she admitted to liking Harry and you sought to help her in any way you could. Of course the one thing you couldn't remedy was Harry's blatent obliviousness to his surroundings.

"I wouldn't be angry if there was something going on between you and Riddle, by the way." you hear her mumble into your neck. Your eyes involuntarily close with guilt.

You needed to tell someone you could trust in your circle of friends. It had been knawing away at you all this time.

The guilt.

"If you trust Nott and Parkinson as much as you do, and you're willing to be in Riddle's presence, then I trust your judgement." she says, sitting up with red rimmed eyes to look at you. She squeezes the hand that isn't still wrapped around her and that's all it takes for your resolve to crumble.

"Promise you won't freak out." you mumble and she looks at you weirdly before she agrees. With a deep breath, you do what Mattheo had been teaching you, and wordlessly you enter Ginny's mind. You can see the moment she realises what you're doing, but she doesn't flinch away like you expect; she watches you in awe instead.

He's been teaching me to better control my Legillimens abilities. You tell her cautiously. You can feel her disbelief and her curiosity at your words so you continue speaking to her wordlessly.

I've been teaching myself since the end of fourth year when He returned. Theo found out during one of our first patrols last year and that's really how I became better friends with him and Pansy too. Now that- Now that you-know-who is back they- Theo told me that he was going to have Mattheo teach me to do it defensively and keep my mind locked from enemies. In return, I'm going to help them all.

"How are you going to do that?" she says, her whisper so quiet you could barely hear her.

"I don't know, Ginny." you sigh. "With Harry so suspicious of Malfoy, I don't know how I'll convince him that they're on our side."

"Fuck what he thinks." she says, squeezing your hand again. "What your doing could help not only the Order, but it could save them, too. Have you thought about going to Dumbledore?"

"I have but-" you pause, hesitant to share the most vital piece of information you know.

"But what? Is there something else?" she asks, her curious tone edging to something else.

"There is. But you must promise not to tell a soul. Only me and Matt– only me and Riddle know about it. But I think Dumbledore knows– and Remus was acting strange when I asked him for help about it over Christmas."

She motions you to carry on and you know she'll keep her promise because she practically screams it at you mentally.

"I'm a siphon." you say and when Ginny goes to speak you swiftly interrupt her. "I know it sounds bizarre but it's true. Remember when Katie was cursed? I somehow absorbed some of that dark magic and fainted as a result. Mattheo figured it out first and we've been using the tutor sessions as a rouse to research about it."

"Siphons are rare. I don't think I've heard anything other than bedtime stories my mum used to read us when we were little. They're folklore." she says, awed. You sigh and throw your head back against the top of the sofa and groan in frustration.

"We keep getting the same information over and over again. It's incredibly annoying." you admit and you snap your head up when Ginny begins snickering. "What?"

"And how do you alleviate that frustration, Meadow?" she smirks, "A tumble in the Come and Go Room? How scandalous!"

You gape at her, but that only makes her laugh harder; the distant sound of Madame Pince shushing the two of you doesnt help either. "For Rowena's sake Ginny! Stop laughing!" you say but her laughter is infectious and you can't help but join.

"Hey I don't blame you, he's far too attractive for his own good."

Tell me about it. You say with a grumble and she lets out a loud snort that promptly ends with the two of you being kicked out of the sanctuary of the library.

"Your secret is safe with me, Meadow. I promise."

Somehow, admitting your greatest secret to someone lifted a giant weight from your shoulders. Perhaps having someone like Ginny in your corner was a good thing.

~∞~

The Ravenclaw Tower holds an abundance of the best rooms in the whole castle; from the tall ceilings of the common room with constellations painted like glittering sparkles, to a miniature astronomy tower that over looked the Black Lake and the mountainous highlands that surround the castle grounds.

Or maybe you're just biased.

Your dorm room is another place of solace for you. It's a little different to the library, however. Your dorm is place where you find peace and serenity away from the troubles of schoolwork and the stress of keeping up with your friends' woes. Hardly ever are you disrupted once the door to your room is closed off to the outside world, only the occasional murmur of conversation from girls passes by to get to their dorms interrupts the quiet atmosphere.

You needed a break from everything. Harry had somehow managed to go from Professor Slughorn's favourite student to his most failured prodigy after asking him about Horcruxes as per Dumbledore's instruction; Hermione believed that the library had actually failed her when she (and you) had no such luck finding any information about them and Ron appeared to be so wrapped up in his relationship that you rarely saw him outside of lessons and meal times.

It was at times like this that you yearned for Mattheo's presence which scared you half to death. He had been attentive with you as of lately, no longer was he grueling and rough with his Legillimens lessons and he made an effort to help you search for books in the library to aid in your research for your siphon abilities. You hadn't told him about Ginny, but you had a feeling that he just knew somehow that she was now aware of the arrangement.

He had a knack for always knowing everything.

You did feel a little bad, since it was Ron's birthday and you always spent it (and each of your respective birthdays) with the Golden Trio. This year your friendships with them seemed distant and awkward, like the thread holding you altogether was strained and fraying. But when you got a frantic knock on your door to find Harry supporting the intoxicated redhead you call your best friend, you let them in with no hesitation.

"What the hell is wrong with him? Did he have too much to drink? It's not even gone lunchtime." you say frantically as you and Harry turn to watch Ron stare into space with starry eyes.

"The cauldron cakes," Harry muttered tiredly, scraping a hand through his unruly hair, "the ones from Romilda-"

"Romilda? Did you say Romilda, Harry? Where is she?" Ron turned his gaze to you, his eyes wide and unseeing. "Meadow! You're a girl. You must know her, can you introduce me? I love her."

"Merlin's beard." you say incredulously, mouth agape. "He ate the spiked chocolates, didn't he?"

Harry only nodded. "He ate them like ten minutes ago. I don't know what to do."

"Well you're the Potions master, Potter." you say with a grimaced smile and he only glares at you in response. You shake your head. "You'll have to take him to see Professor Slughorn or Madame Pomfrey for an antidote. Better to have someone who knows Potions inside-out to help."

"Okay. Okay yeah– good." Harry stutters as he drags Ron towards your door. "Are you coming?"

"Oh– no I'm doing some research. Or trying to, at least. Still not one mention of Horcruxes in anything I've read." you say as you stand at the threshold of your door. "But tell him I'm never letting him live this down once he's all cured."

An hour later, you eat your words as Ginny bursts into your room with tears streaking down her face. Because someone had poisoned her brother; if not for Harry's quick thinking, he would be dead.

~∞~

a little bit of a short chapter, mostly because its only a filler before shit kicks off 😃😃

more soft matty for you all xxx

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elysiumarchieve · 1 year

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Got any Scara sleeping / cuddling headcanons? ♡

sleeping scara is a blessing honestly

scaramouche sleeping/cuddling headcanons

warnings: scaramouche's past, angsty fluff?? it's mostly fluff but it's scaramouche what do you expect at this point

✧ scaramouche does not have a decent sleeping schedule

✧ in fact, being a puppet formerly created to hold onto a gnosis, i don't think he actually requires sleep in the same way that normal humans do - it was something that already bothered him during his time as the nameless eccentric wanderer

✧ unlike all other humans, he did not feel sleepy or tired in the same way they did. emotionally drained, yes, and there was also this dull aching in his chest, but no signs of weariness

✧ however, closing his eyes nowadays brings back memories he would rather like to forget and bury in a dark place within his mind, memories that remind him of how cruel betrayal was and how much he despised everyone

✧ and considering that he was seemingly tossed aside by his own creator for crying in his sleep, he even hates sleeping, so have fun trying to get him to rest his eyes

✧ scaramouche refuses to sleep nor to rest near you. he doesn't require it, so why should he lay down? is he supposed to bore himself to sleep for eight hours straight?

✧ if you sleep, that's completely fine with him. you're human and it's only natural for your weak body to rest - otherwise you might end up suffering even more from your lack of sleep (and he doesn't need to have a tired and groggy s/o tagging along)

✧ the rare moments in which you'll ever keep a glimpse of how he presumably could look like while he's asleep is when you wake up in the middle of the night

✧ with one arm around your shoulder and gently holding you close to him, you can't even feel a muscle move or a single sound from him - at first you might even believe he's actually dead because he doesn't even breathe (does he even need to breathe is a legitimate question at this point)

✧ in case you're lucky enough you might even have to chance to glance up at his face to see how his face actually looks relaxed

✧ his eyes are closed and his eyebrows aren't knitted together as when he's talking to anyone below his value

✧ it almost feels unreal to see him like this, calm and not snapping at people who bother him; especially since most of the time, you'd find him staring into nowhere particular and he'd call that 'resting'

✧ you have no idea what he dreams of and neither would he ever tell you. his dreams aren't worth mentioning and besides, why do you even believe the balladeer of all people dreams?

✧ you might catch his eyebrows move a little before his eyes just violently snap open and he's back from 'resting his eyes' for five minutes. he almost looks,, sad? there's a look in his eyes that whatever he just saw were things he actually wishes to leave behind

✧ if he catches you staring at him, he'll ignore you and simply tell you to stop gawking at him. if you managed to remain undetected however, you can practically feel how his hand around your arms tightens a little - not to hurt you but to actually feel that you're right next to him

✧ scaramouche doesn't really 'cuddle'. he doesn't see the necessity for it and thus deems it as unnecessary for him. but if his s/o wishes to cuddle him to go to sleep, he'll probably groan but do it anyways

✧ cuddling with him is kind of,,, complicated. he's stiff, doesn't really know where to put his hands and in the end, he'll only complain about it which makes this entire thing even worse

✧ he genuinely has no patience for any of this and he thinks it's below him to learn how to 'cuddle' with you. however, since it's you, he'll try (while complaining and groaning about the entire ordeal)

✧ while he's somewhat stiff, he tries copying what you do to him - but he's completely silent while doing it which makes it somewhat uncomfortable. in a way, you two look absolutely ridiculous

✧ if you happen to fall asleep on him, congrats, he ain't having it. what if he needs to move and you lay right on top of him? he can't have that

✧ however, what is rather sweet of him is that he wouldn't simply push you off of him - if you fell asleep on him he'd try waking you first. if that fails, he'll do his best to get you off almost too carefully before putting you in your bed and leaving you there while he goes about what scaramouche does in his free time

✧ scaramouche, however, never thought however how comforting it was to just lay there and feel the steady beating of your heart when he holds you, and just listen to it - no thinking, no tragic memories crossing his mind, just the besting of your heart and your gentle snores if you had fallen asleep

✧ in fact, it's enough to make even him drowsy enough and help him close his eyes even for a few minutes (hours?). when his eyes usually open again it's bright outside and he curses you for cursing him in such a cruel manner (what if you disappear or betray him? is he getting weaker again?)

✧ actually, he doesn't even understand how you manage to fall asleep with him, but he always makes sure to remind you that you look stupid in your sleep (you don't)

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #kunikuzushi #headcanons #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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simping-for-joe · 14 days

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Would be willing to write a part two for heels over head? it's so good and I'd like to request it if so

Don’t Take My Heart, Don’t Break My Heart

Leon Kennedy X Chubby! Single-Mom! Reader

Part 1

Leon watches Finn for you, and he gets to know you a bit better

Y/N: I'm really glad you liked the first part! I was a little worried it was a little aimless but I did plan to do another part. Lowkey I need to write more older Leon. At this point I might need another part for this story

(Title from "Head over Heels" by Tears for Fears)

Leon double-checks his apartment, making sure it doesn't look like a disaster. Better yet, that a kid won't get into anything they aren't supposed to. He here's the knock at his apartment door and tenses up a bit. Taking a deep breath, he opens the door greeted by you and Finn.

"Hey!" You smile brightly and wave.

"Hi, Mr. Leon!" Finn greets him with a smile. His backpack is secure on his shoulders.

"Hey to you both," He says softly, opening his door wider for you both to enter. Finn enters before you, finding a spot on Leon's couch, you approach him.

“Okay Finn, be good for Leon please.” You kiss his forehead as he nods eagerly. You turn to Leon with a soft smile. "Thanks again for doing this for me."

"It's no problem," he brushes it off with a wave with of his hand. "We're neighbors after all." He assures you with a soft smile. You give him a smile back, really appreciating all that he was doing for you.

"I should be back by eight, and you know you don't have to feed him. I can definitely do that."

"I don't mind." Leon assures you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Finn is in safe hands." You look at him, and as his blue eyes meet yours. You believe him and trust him.

"You boys have fun." You say with a smile and a wave.

"Bye mom!" Finn says happily as he watches you leave. His legs kicking as he sits on the sofa.

"Alright buddy... you want to do anything?" Leon turns to Finn curiously.

"Mom says I have to finish homework first." He sighs thinking about it.

"Oh gotcha, if you need any help let me know." Leon adds on before leaving Finn to do his work. He tried to not worry too much about him as he did his own thing.

Leon doesn't know how he ended up on the floor on the floor with Uno cards and an eight year old but he that's where he was.

"Okay... I pick red." Leon decides after thinking for a moment. Finn can't hide his smile as he puts down his final card.

"I win!" The boy declares happily.

"Dang, you got me!" He declares feigning upset. He watches as the boy celebrates, and Leon smiles softly. As he watches the bright smile on his face, he can't help but think of Sherry. When they were traveling together after Raccoon city. A knock at the door distracts him from their game. "Wait here for a minute," he tells the boy before he stands. Groaning a bit as he does, he opens to the door to see you with a smile and slightly exhausted look.

"Mom!" Finn runs up and hugs you tightly. You hug him back squeezing him a bit. He rushes off to grab his things, leaving you and Leon in the doorway.

"How was he?" You ask softly.

"Great, he's a really good kid." Leon assures you gently. "And if you ever need help again don't hesitate, okay..?" He looks at you with a soft look in his kind blue eyes. You nod gently in return.

"Thank you..." You reply softly, feeling your cheeks getting a little warm from his gaze. Leon notices and feels his own face get warmer.

"Got everything!" Finn announces happily, his backpack secure on his shoulders. Interrupting whatever was happening between you and Leon.

"Alright, ready to go home?" You ask Finn gently to which he nods eagerly. "Thank you again, Finn say thank you."

"Thank you Mr. Leon!" He replies happily. "I had fun!" He adds on cheerfully, to which the man can't hide a smile.

"It was no problem." Leon says with a nod. You turn to leave but the man suddenly grabs your shoulder gently. You look to him, his blue eyes meeting yours. "I-I'll see you around, right?" A smile comes to your lips.

"I'd be disappointed if I didn't." You say your cheeks red and he only nods breathlessly.

"Yeah..." Is all he can manage to say as he watches you and your son return to your apartment. His cheeks warm as he shuts the door to his apartment.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #fanfic #x reader #no use of y/n #x chubby reader #x female reader #fluff #crushes #domestic fluff

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reilliane · 1 year

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Septem ⊱⊰ Genshin!Various

PART 01 OF 02 [ PART TWO ]

✤ she/her - ✤ words: 8k

✤ An Academy built to hone and prepare gods-to-be and blessed mortals for the world beyond — isn't it a dream come true, when a blank Vision greets you in invitation?

✤ tighnari, al haitham, kaveh, zhongli, albedo, gorou, itto, ayato, xingqiu, childe, dottore, razor, cyno

Septem (VII) Academy, the grandest and most prestigious amongst all learning establishments.

Sitting at the center of the continent of Teyvat and surrounded by seven nations, it isn't merely praised for its grandiose edifice, but as well as its invaluable tutelage.

Only a handful are able to enter such a place; one's entry is advised when their ambition is recognized, and they are given a magical gift; a Vision.

One morning, you expected nothing out of the ordinary. You will wake up from your sleep, prepare yourself for the day, and head out to the cafe to make ends meet. Nothing special to it, you are a simple, magicless civilian trying to get by.

That is, until a flash of silver twinkles at your bedside and there lay, a blank Vision.

Initially, you did not know what to make of it. The morning it appeared, you carried on with your day, baking early to prepare the sweets and other delicacies that will be put on display.

Come eight o'clock, people will start flocking in, from late students rushing to get some bread on the go, to stressed out secretaries attempting to secure their bosses their daily caffeine. The revving of cars won't be heard as much until the clock strikes ten, and so the busy day continues.

You only remember that you received a Vision when you're closing up for the night, gawking at the sight of it on the counter when you remember leaving it at the bedside table.

Why would such a blessed gift appear, when you've little to no—as embarrassing as it is—grand dreams at all?

You grew up with your grandparents, who passed when you were eleven. The money they left behind is more than sufficient enough to cover the expenses until your hairs turn white, and you've been managing it well, secured for emergencies.

Life isn't bleak—but neither is it colorful. It's just there, and you are merely someone traversing past it.

You have a nice, large cafe that's pretty famous in town, so your occupation is practically set for life. But with the arrival of that invitation... well, you can't just throw it out even if you tried, and it'd be a waste of opportunity.

Perhaps it'd give you the additional colors you've been seeking. An extra chapter of adventure in your life. And thus, a decision has been reached.

After securing the bakery with a fellow professional in the field the following morning, you set off towards the single gateway that bridges the nations to the distant Academy.

The Statue of the Seven is located at the city park, a place visited by many. You won't lie and say that you aren't feeling nervous at all. Plenty of eyes lay upon your figure, sparkling in interest as whispers grow louder.

It isn't a normal occurrence to see a student—or well, to-be-student—of the only magical academy, after all.

Vision gripped in one hand, you lay your palm upon the stone foundation of the Statue, unsure of the process of bridging- or is it called teleporting nowadays?

You just got the invitation yesterday and it didn't come with any user manual (obviously)! Not even a thorough search in their website helped, it only contained their schedule of events that includes the general public.

Students are just expected to head over to Septem and that's it! Oh, Celestia, what if it doesn't work? What if you actually needed to do something first? Perhaps you should call their admissions' office-

Hey, why didn't you do that?

Mumbling incoherent things under your breath, you move to substitute the Vision for your phone. At least, that was supposed to be the plan.

Before you are devoured by anxiousness that stems from overthinking and the tons of expectant looks on your person, a chorus of voices ring deep in your mind.

“𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.”

The world turns white in a blink of an eye—and you are lulled to sleep.

You haven't had such a wonderful slumber all your life until then, it is like you've fallen onto a bed of clouds, cushioning both body and spirit.

Although the quietude of the world is superlative, you can almost hear soft strings that reverberate in harmony.

What breaks you free from sleep's lullaby are hushed whispers and the feeling of your consciousness returning. Drowsiness batted away with a few blinks, you come to wake and acknowledge the growing volume of utterances.

The first thing you notice is that you are floating with a glow that steadily begins to dissolve into gold dust the closer you reach the ground, where five cloaked figures await.

One of them steps forward to guide your descent, holding onto your arms and helping you stabilize yourself in case you wobble.

“No one expected a student to come in the middle of the year, so you missed the entrance ceremony. Nonetheless, welcome.” greets the woman bedecked in vermilion and gold.

An ethereal kind of aura envelops the room the moment she spoke. Silver hair billows around her, floating as they defy gravity, and her eyes bear the shiniest of golds. She sounds stern, but kind.

“Oh,” you quip, “I'm sorry... ?”

A snicker rings from the group of four that stands behind her and you tip your head, attempting to identify the source, but their hoods are pulled down to conceal their visage. Only their lips can be seen, some curled up whilst others are thinned into a line.

She merely lifts her brow, amused. “I am the Sustainer. And fret not, the apology isn't quite necessary, dear.”

You take the moment to observe your surroundings; a vast hall with columns of pews. The light that pores through the stained glass gives the impression that the gathering hall is modeled after the image of an imposing cathedral.

With a glance over your shoulder, you jump, seeing two enormous hand statues splayed open, directed skyward, as though to hold something between them. Is that where you appeared... ?

“Do you have your Vision with you?” surprised, you nod, a little embarrassed that you're this jittery.

The gift presents itself at your open hand, grey and blank, yet to be bestowed of its true power.

Nodding, the woman—Sustainer, as she introduced herself—guides you to step in front of the hand statues and points at the empty space between its palms.

“Let's get you sorted, then.” you lift your hand in offering and the Vision flies out of your hand, moving in between the statues. Rays of light start to coruscate through the large, stained glass behind them, as though being beckoned by the Vision.

The Sustainer glances behind her—towards the four, you presume.

“As unfortunate as it is, our Hearthleaders, or Archons, as you know them by, are incomplete. Three are presently dispatched for executive training, but do not worry,” she gives you a reassuring hum, “If you are ever sorted to their Hearths, then I will summon the Masters.”

You've yet to fully understand the abundance of terminologies the Academy has to offer, but you'll be honest and say that you're getting intrigued by the second.

“Now..”

Maybe going here was a good choice, after all!

“Ad Astra.”

To your astonishment, the rays flashed even brighter, they've become so blinding that you had to close your eyes. Only when it has dimmed to a considerable degree are you able to blink and adjust your sight, feeling an incomprehensible frisson in your chest.

Is this what magic feels like? You ponder in awe as the [c] light of your Vision beats at a steady rhythm, like a heart. It floats back down to your waiting hands.

“Septem Academy welcomes you, [Surname] [Name].”

The Sustainer smiles, golden eyes appearing even warmer than before as she beckons the four behind her to make way down the carpeted center of the gathering hall.

They do as she says, following shortly after you tail along.

“As you have just recently enrolled, the classes may be too advanced, so until you've caught up, you will stay at the Hearth and learn at your pace until it's fit for you to attend class in the campus. I will have the professors know and send in the syllabuses. Of course, you are free to enter the campus library to study if you so wish.”

Down an enclosed corridor that's only lit by torches with seven respective flame colors, you cannot help the wonder that blossoms inside.

Given the technological age, you expected the Academy to be more modern like most universities in Teyvat. Instead, it's rather antiquated in nature (like you're in a fantasy setting!), which is foreseeable, because Septem is in a league of its own.

Eventually, enormous double doors are reached at the end of the hall, opening on their own to reveal a brightly illuminated room.

It is circular and open spaced—a huge gazebo, if you will. In between each marble columns stand seven tall mirrors, each accented and arrayed accordingly.

A moment is needed for you to notice that beyond the place is the celestial body itself, the skies. Rolling clouds complement the azure canvas, touched with a ray of the sun.

You wonder if the eventide will be just as majestic.

“Now, unveil your Vision.”

A sense of nervousness and excitement causes your fingers to tremble in the slightest, unwrapping from the Vision that now thrums with life. The glow of white dies down, eventually marking out a detailed insignia that has your eyes widening.

The Sustainer lifts her hand, and with a voice that commands the heavens, announces.

“Ab intra—”

— Kaveh/Tighnari/Alhaitham

“Hearth Dendro!”

Flower petals bloom from nonexistence, falling as a gentle shower that commemorates the arrival of another student blessed with wisdom—governed by curio.

One petal lands on your palm and you gasp in awe. It is soft, probably the softest petal you've ever touched. It is as soft as the voice that comes to greet you next, a little girl whose viridescent eyes glimmer with content and mayhap even a sliver of excitement.

Though young, she exudes an aura of someone who has lived far longer than you have.

The Sustainer vanishes into red cubes, and the rest of the cloaked figures disappear through their respective mirrors after a bode of farewell and welcome.

“Hello,” the lone figure peels her hood away and gives a warm smile, “I'm Hearthleader Buer. I'm glad to have you with me.”

It's impossible not to smile in return.

“Same here! I'm a little nervous, but I hope I'll do fine.”

“That is normal,” she nods and begins to float off the ground to meet your level, “Every flower starts as a seed. You will grow and bloom eventually, so do not worry too much!”

It takes you everything not to coo at the adorable sight, aware that she is much, much older than you. Not to mention, she is an Archon, so even if she displays a really amicable atmosphere, you're extra chary not to overstep your boundaries and be disrespectful.

Nahida begins to move, floating towards the right. “We'll go to the hearth now. We don't have as much students as other hearths do, but it's still a lovely place.”

“I'm sure I will enjoy it,” you say as the two of you leave the gathering hall.

She leads you to a mirror accented with vines and flowers. The surface of the mirror swirls upon her touch. She smiles at you, hand extending out.

Wordlessly, you take her hand, and enter the mirror.

Hearth Dendro's dorm is beautiful and bright. Their own portal is behind a canopy of vines, so when you weave past them, the hearth greets you in all its splendor. White marble, lush green hues, and draping leaves adorn the enormous place. It's almost like living in a glasshouse.

Flowers with glowing pistils coil around banisters and ceilings, serving as a gentle light source for when night falls. It even has a grand botanical garden with a gazebo at its center!

The students of Hearth Dendro on the other hand, are... definitely driven. They all have their own sorts of objectives and are surprisingly not one for much chatter — save for a sweet girl named Collei, Hearthleader Buer herself, and this craftsman known as Kaveh.

They all seem rather busy, which apparently is an understatement, because they're almost never not busy. You later realize that they are inarguably the most studious students in Septum, specializing in all kinds of research. Still, they manage to give you a warm welcome in the garden.

When you ask them about the other Hearths, they appear less than eager to introduce those of Hydro's... you wonder why.

Although their schedules are packed full 'till the weekends, they always spare one special day in honor of your Archon, who they often refer to as Hearthleader Kusanali. It's a wonderful celebration, something akin to a birthday ceremony, and it's the best time to converse with your hearthmates out in the gardens.

“Hey, hey come take a look at this—isn't it wonderful? This will be built one day, so for now, it's a miniature version- Don't knock it off-!”

Kaveh is... unique, in the dorms. While the rest are definitely more mellow, he's a bit more unreserved. His gears are constantly being ground, more so when he's in the same room as Alhaitham.

He is just as eager and studious as they are, however, and that shows itself in the display of miniature structures he has in his room.

One can count on him to be less uptight, though he's not afraid to be strict when the situation calls for it—ah, and he's anonymously tasked with bringing entertainment onto the table, and boy does he do it well. Does it have something to do with his snark?

He is the first to greet you, actually, and takes up the responsibility of helping you through your studies to catch up—which would've seen full merit if he wasn't jesting, going off on a tangent each second, and shoving his phone in your face.

When he puts his mind to it, however, he can be a good tutor! Unfortunately, with him, you learn more about hearsay than actual lessons, so a different student decided to help you out.

“What do you think you're doing? That's clearly poisonous! Which hearth do you belong to, you lost lummox- oh, you're the new student.”

Tighnari is one of the best tutors there is, as far as you have experienced. Alhaitham sometimes gives off an almost condescending aura, and Kaveh teases you first before actually teaching anything.

Tighnari has a surprising amount of patience for someone who can be so sassy. You first met him not during your official welcome, but when you enter a greenhouse to peruse and study mushrooms out of curiosity.

Before you can even think of touching one, a hand has slapped yours, followed by a 'tut-tut!' and an unimpressed look from the student himself.

He acts like a brother figure slash mentor to sweet Collei. The first few times she excuses herself to hang out with you, he gives you the sternest and most threatening look ever! One that said, 'put yourselves in danger, and you're cleaning all our rooms'.

It wouldn't have been so bad if you know that everyone's room might as well rival a professor's messy office desk.

Under his austere personality, however, is a kind, understanding man. When you fell asleep in the library late in the night, studying, he carried you back to the hearth along with your reading materials.

If he's particularly busy himself, then he'd sit at the side with a steaming cup of tea prepared for you to drink the moment you wake up. His sense of responsibility has numerously led him to staying up late with you in an attempt to drill all the knowledge in your head.

Oftentimes, Alhaitham, the Master—the Archon's righthand—, just as busy, will join the late night studying.

“Haven't you already gone over this material? Oh, right, you've just enrolled... then, this isn't too complicated for you, is it?”

He can be such a pompous person and for what!? Nahida assures you that he isn't, though, and says that it's merely his way to drill in some well-needed vigor in you to be better. And you're bummed, because it's working. You can mumble stuff about him all you want but he'll still manage to hear you over his headset.

Admittedly, Alhaitham's expectant hums and stares are what led you to pull all-nighters. You're used to it for you've baked some nights away, but you may have forgotten the stress of being a student and not a baker. You often have to keep your emotions in check whenever speaking with him, all because of his blunt tongue.

One second, he can be scrutinizing your 'recklessness' for staying up late and you'd be resigned, then the next, he'll either be giving away a passing comment about your lack of sleep or forcing you to head back to the hearth. His concern—that he somehow masks as 'stating nothing but facts'—is sufficient enough to surprise you.

'What good will this do if you're half-asleep tomorrow?' he'll chide, but will grow quiet if he sees you nodding off. You'll wake up next morning with a study guide on your tabletop. Offering him your thanks will only a yield a nonchalant shrug, followed with a, 'Don't count on it next time'.

That was a lie. He still ended up giving study guides.

Your days in Hearth Dendro are certainly a bit taxing, but with it comes the comfort that your hearthmates are a single call away. For as driven as they are in their scholarly work, they are just as driven to lend a helping hand whenever it is so needed.

When there is nothing to do, everyone will lounge at the garden or the greenhouse, where stories are shared. You'd think that they won't have anything to share other than the contents of their thesis, but they can be surprisingly talkative about other things, too!

... And those 'other' things are gossip about other Hearths.

Kaveh argues that it's actually 'information', and both Nahida and Collei sound pretty engrossed each time, so you learn to go along with it.

Besides, who says it isn't amusing? As long as it doesn't involve you, of course. But with your recent enrollment, it cannot be helped that you are the talk of the town.

“This is the fourth time I try to enter our Hearth only to see another student attempting to go inside with the objective of seeing [Name]! It isn't a problem, but she's still learning at her pace here, she'll eventually go in the campus, why can't they be patient?” “Kaveh, keep your voice down. Perhaps if you weren't advertising her so much every time and posting unsolicited pictures, then they wouldn't be as inquisitive as they are now.” “Phah! At least I act like we have a new member, unlike someone who doesn't even seem to care. How rude of you to [Name]! And for the record, I do have permission!” “I applaud your ability to say such things when she's sitting right beside you.” “Hehe! Well, [Name]'s gotten pretty famous overnight for her sudden appearance. I'd say their interest is well-placed, don't you think so, Tighnari?” “Yes, Collei.. Also, this 'intruder' seems to be that hot-blooded doofus. Can it truly be-?” “Ah, the one from Hearth Geo with the faux horns, correct? He can be quite the determined one, that's for sure.” “Certainly, Hearthleader. Well, him and a few others... oh! Would you care for some sweets?”

— Zhongli/Itto/Gorou/Albedo

“Hearth Geo!”

Flaxen dust bursts from nonexistence, falling as a gentle shower that commemorates the arrival of another student blessed with fortitude—governed by order.

It reminds you of fairy dust, revitalizing your energy the second it falls upon your person. You feel refreshed, nervousness disappearing with a single exhale.

The Sustainer vanishes into red cubes, and the rest of the cloaked figures disappear through their respective mirrors after a bode of farewell and welcome.

The one left behind saunters with a delicate tug of the cloak's hood, unveiling eyes as gold as the dust that have now decorated the floor. They're mesmerizing to look at.

“Greetings, I am Hearthleader Morax, though you may simply refer to me by my other name, Zhongli. It is nice to meet you.”

Ah, his voice. It's the second thing that catches you off-guard. Wow, that's heavenly.

It's a little embarrassing to admit that you lagged behind in your response in favor of being bedazzled by the fine Archon before you, but he doesn't seem to mind at all.

“It's nice to meet you, too, Hearthleader!” that might've come off as too enthusiastic...

But he only chuckles, gesturing towards a crystalline-looking mirror dipped in gold. “Well then, let us be off. The others await your arrival.”

A floating abode. Hearth Geo's dorm is an abode in a floating abode, does that make sense? You're speechless when you first stepped down from the crystalline cave, which is their portal.

It's extravagant, but not over the top. Bedecked in auburn, gold, and silver, the whole hearth almost appears festive, with a hint of class. Zhongli explains that this complementing style comes from two refined ladies, Ningguang and Yunjin.

Draperies and banners line the walls, like a coat of arms. They aren't overly flamboyant either, well, save for that one statue of a dragon by the floating rock next to the main island.

Overall, it's a cozy looking place! If you stare longer at the conflagrant sky, you'd begin to think that it's in an eternal state of sunset, but it does dip into the evening; a time when levitating crystals of all sizes will start to glow.

Zhongli speaks highly of his hearthmates, often pitching in a good chuckle when he recounts an amusing shenanigan of theirs. They all sound so accommodating that you cannot help but be eager to see them.

Hearthleader wasn't lying when he said that they are waiting, gathered in the common room and more than ecstatic to welcome you with open arms—one man takes this literally. There is little time to react and absolutely zero time to register that you are being spun around.

“I can't believe we got another one! We're getting biiiiig! Hi there, freshblood, I'm the one and oni, oni sumo king, pride of oni, beetle gladiator-”

Arataki Itto, who scoops you into his arms and gives a heavy slap to your poor back. He means no harm, but you still stumbled at it, almost being floored if not for the calm blond man who catches you without batting an eye, as if used to it.

His usage of 'freshblood' is strange if not alarming, though you find out that it's just his way of referring to new people and to honor his ancestors. He's actually a noble guy who can't stand any kinds of prejudice. Meaning, he's got your back twenty-four-seven! He proudly declares that his strength isn't just for show! (Like a vigilante, though he ends up causing most of the trouble)

Itto is loud and some kind of a doofus, but he means well! ... If only his academics are just as well. He volunteered to tutor you, actually—and everyone but an amused Zhongli are shaking their heads behind him to signify that you should decline. Well, you didn't, what could go wrong?

Surprise, surprise, everything did. It's a wonder how he got to his current year, but you won't ask, no, you don't have the courage to anymore... so you can just listen to him lament about the 'brutes' in Hearth Electro as his attention deviates for the third time.

Itto invites you to this group chat called the Arataki Gang, filled with his friends and one mediator from the Hearth he's pouting about earlier. Buckle up for a loud time, he's bound to invite you along in his 'underground battles' which really is just for a beetle fight.

“Oh, hey! Is something the matter? Did you want to check out the place? I can show you around, no big deal! Let me just secure my equipment real quick.”

Sweet Gorou, your savior who saw you on the verge of passing out after getting back your results. Sweet, sweet Gorou who offered a tour around the humongous dorm to take your mind off of things, and because you still get lost in the halls.

He's adept with the heavy compound bow (guns, too!) and you often see him in a section of the dorm, particularly the archery range, honing his skills to perfection. He seems incapable of letting loose, always keeping a stern visage on, but with a few nudges and shoves he can be quite easygoing, too.

It's cute that he attempts to hold onto earnestness, though. You find out that it's because of his future as a General after he completes his studies, which is a story for another time, he assures it! Now, just- set your phone aside and let him teach you already!

Wakes up before everyone else and takes up the role of being everyone's alarm if they're sleeping in. With Noelle, the two of them are the greatest pair when it comes to keeping things in topnotch condition. There is no escaping his keen eye and sharp nose.

It's unnerving how he almost knows what you need at the right moment; ah, you're hiding from Itto? Hide there! Do you need to pick up the modules and guides from your professor? No biggie, he got 'em right here! Did you just say you want to unwind? Well, there's always video games available in the game room, he can be your player two!

“... I wondered who it was that's walking around the dorm at this hour in the night. You can't sleep, you say? Mm, if you wish, you can join me. Others say that being idle while with me makes them drowsy.”

You don't know what Albedo means, but that sounded.. sad. People get sleepy around him? How awful, he means nice, doesn't he? You should go and see for yourself! ... And oh, how correct those 'other people' are.

Albedo may be taciturn, but he does not evade giving answers when asked. Most of the time, he's either in the laboratory or the parlor, tinkering with chemicals or drawing in his sketchbook.

Again, you didn't know what he truly meant by 'people being drowsy around him' until you actually took him up on his offer at the famed witching hour; three in the morning. Merely sitting from afar and watching him work around the lab whilst delineating his process is more than enough for you to doze off.

It can be his soothing voice coupled with the clinks of lab equipment and the sounds of his laptop's pressed keys, either way, it's safe to say that whenever you can't sleep, you seek him out—and he has no problems whatsoever! You always wake up with a blanket and a horrible stiff neck, but the nearby beverage and his pleasant 'good morning' does not fail to lighten your day. That is, if you can ignore Gorou's horrified sermons about lack of sleep in the background.

There are times when you genuinely help him, though, because goodness he's incredibly smart. Your grades have been pulled out of the gutter because of him and you couldn't be more grateful. Ah, and he's- actually an exchange student!? He's from Aurum College? Wait, isn't that from Khaenri'ah?

“How are you faring? If you need any guidance with your classes, do not hesitate to approach any of us. Oh? You've nothing to do? Then, how about some osmanthus wine?”

Geo's Hearthleader, you did not expect him to be such a good listener and storyteller, what with the austere expression on his face all the time. You thought that, as someone who governs with order, he'd be a stickler for the rules, but he isn't!

He's pretty laidback, it almost seems like Ningguang—the Master—is holding most of the reigns. His affable attitude, however, is not an excuse for anyone to deviate from the rules. Itto has broken a pretty important one once and Zhongli's silent fumes are unable to be dissipated in weeks, or so Yunjin said.

Knowledgeable in nearly all fields, it once struck you as strange that he's yet to fully 'graduate'. You don't know how Archons' educations go, but you do know that it's important for every incarnation of theirs to undergo a certain number of years in Septem before fully embodying their role in their respective nations and replacing their predecessors.

It goes without saying that everyone in the Hearth looks up to him, always going for well-needed advice or sometimes to even just get a decent story. His mind is rich with history and knowledge, so no one minds at all when he starts speaking and doesn't stop until the sun has risen. It's the Hearth's take on a 'movie marathon', though it's more of a story than a movie.

There's no guarantee that everyone's still awake after he is finished—maybe except for you and Albedo, who may have gotten used to staying up late. Zhongli isn't content with the derailed sleeping schedule, but you both listened so well, how can he ever begin a scolding session?

Zhongli holds a special ceremony for everyone in the dorm to attend, one akin to a birthday party, called Descension. Only it celebrates the inauguration of the hearth itself from many, many years ago.

From Yunjin's performances to Itto's challenges, despite everyone's clear disparity in personalities, it is a day where Hearth Geo becomes more united than ever.

“That was an amazing performance, Yunjin... ! I've got goosebumps all over my skin!” “Oh, thank you! I had someone help me with the song, I wanted the best for today's Descension. I see that Hearthleader is just as pleased, it makes me happy.” “A performance as splendid as that deserves only praise. Indeed, it was wonderful.” “Hm... and the feast is excellent. Noelle has outdone herself again, say, come here, why don't you rest for a bit? Let Gorou and Itto be with their endeavors.” “If the Master deems it fit, then I shall gladly accept! Come, [Name], I want to taste the sweets you baked, too!” “Haaaah!? [Name] baked something and I didn't get first taste?! Ridiculous! Gimme, gimme that now-!” “Running down the stage like that won't bode well for you, Itto, calm yourself... though the excitement is understandable, it won't be good if you rush.” “Albedo is right, calm down- hey, look out for that-! Everyone get away, he's gonna crash!” “THAT CROISSANT IS MINE- WOAH!” CRASH! “...” “... How are the contingency funds for Itto's mishaps, Ningguang?”

— Ayato/Xingqiu/Childe/'Dottore'

“Hearth Hydro!”

Raindrops descend from nonexistence, falling as a gentle shower that commemorates the arrival of another student blessed with bourne—governed by excellence.

Surprisingly, they did not dampen your clothes, for they scatter into myriads of blue dust upon touch. Still, there lies a sensation akin to having resurfaced from a calm ocean.

The Sustainer later vanishes into red cubes after assuring that the corresponding Master has been summoned, and the rest of the cloaked figures disappear through their respective mirrors after a bode of farewell and welcome.

Maybe only at least half a minute has passed until the mirror to your left, one of silver and blue—it reminds you of the pretty stained glass in the hall a while ago—ripples, and out comes a man with a fixed smile.

He's handsome, though you can't help but be on edge. Are you overthinking things, or does something else enshroud that smile of his?

“A lovely afternoon, is it not? I am Kamisato Ayato, Master of Hearth Hydro. Will you give me the honor of welcoming you to our palace?”

Apprehension? Scrutiny, maybe?

You cannot be too sure, but he does seem kind, so you try not to over analyze. For all you know, it can just be the nervousness from before beginning to take over again.

Another thing that you pick up on, other than his ambiguous smile, is his air of elegance. You cannot see anything amiss, as though he embodies the word perfection itself. It's rather intimidating, for if he is like this, then what of your other hearthmates?

If his special power is mind reading, you'd like to shut down, because he's chuckling into his white sleeve that's free from creases. “Do not be so agitated, my lady, your Vision has sorted you well.”

Goodness heavens above, you hope he doesn't notice the pink of your cheeks!

“Shall we be off?”

Not relying on your voice to respond, you only take his arm that he raises for you to link your own with, and head into the mirror.

When he said that bit about welcoming you to the palace, you didn't expect it to be literal! Emerging from a swirl of blue portal located beyond an extravagant arch, you take in the sight of Hearth Hydro's dorm- if one can even call it that. This elegant monstrosity before you, is a palace. A mix of old and modern.

It isn't overly big and exaggerated, but it still is huge. The second you step in, water avatars of all forms can be seen, from jellyfishes to water clones. You would've ogled at the entire infrastructure if not for the Master tugging you along to the parlor.

Unsurprisingly, with a dorm as giant as the palaces in storybooks, it does not come as a surprise that it is able to cater to the personal whims of everyone that occupied it.

Other than the rooms one can be naturally found in a castle, there are training barracks, laboratories, and—is that an observatory at the top? It feels like going back in time. The only touch of modern tech such as televisions and other appliances is at a different side in the palace.

Under the eyes of your hearthmates, whose gazes zero in towards you upon the suspenseful entrance led by yours truly, you start to feel incredibly small. It doesn't need to be verbalized; how all of them emanate this air of majesty. (Save for that one gingerhead).

Fear not, however, for though nothing but excellence seems to exude off of their miens, they are far from being the cavalier students you feared they'd be. Some, most of the time.

“Comrade! Wanna get out of this stuffy palace? I haven't been to Liyue lately, would you want to- Huh? Haha! How? We sneak out, of course!”

Childe may be the 'black sheep' of the Hearth what with his torpor towards the axiomatic courtliness of his hearthmates—he practically is their opposite, brash and always seeking some form of chaos instead of grace—but he has his serious moments every now and then.

He spends most of the time at the training grounds, very rarely joining the others in their fancy tea time, not like they mind. The palace will definitely be much gloomier if he's not around, though, so they still invite him regardless of whether he attends it or not.

Septem Academy, much like any other schools, hosts competitions and events for the students—and Childe is the Hearth's savior, winning things left and right especially if it has something to do with combat. He thrives in it.

You find out that he gets along with almost everyone, though you aren't sure if it's genuine... but he's amicable, so is that really a problem? As long as he doesn't stab you in the back or anything, then there's nothing to raise your eyebrow at.

The number of times he has dragged you to sneak out of the palace to shirk duties—the Master never fails to punish both of you when he finds out—can no longer be counted. You said you'd regret it, but Childe is someone who knows how to enjoy life for what it is, so you still end up joining him in his made escapees. You even end up taking him to your cafe and he loves it!

“Careful, my lady, you wouldn't want to fall down those steps now, would you? Here, let me help you carry those to the library. Mm? Don't worry, I was headed there myself, anyway.”

Ah, another frequent escapee. Xingqiu upholds noble etiquette much like the rest, but astonishingly has his own side of mischief. You did not believe it at first when Childe said that he's pulled pranks with Xingqiu as his partner in crime... until you caught the latter in the act.

He has a way with words, too! He's the one responsible for swaying you to join Childe in your top secret mission to sneak out of the Hearth and the Academy (gate passes aren't allowed during exams week), covering for both your lives and sometimes joining in on the fun. Barbara caught the three of you one time and was torn between snitching or not. She didn't. Yelan did.

A sweet gentleman, but is efficient with the sword, as well. Other than his love for swordplay, you've caught his nose buried in books most of the time in the palace library.

It has become customary for the two of you to arrive at the library in the afternoon, just after lunch, to either read a good book or study. Of course, that includes dozing off together, be it all over the table or the plush loveseats by the fireplace.

You two will not wake up in time for supper—the cozy library might as well be a gigantic bedroom—so it is up to Mona to do the honors and take you away from dreamland. If they leave you be, you'll wake up at around eight. From then on you'd both either skip dinner or resume reading, eating a bunch of snacks that are available in the nearby pantry.

“If I have intimidated you in any way, it wasn't my intention to. To requite for it... oh, Septem will host an Overture Ball for the three Hearthleaders' return. May you accompany me as my partner?”

Ayato has a sound reason for his actions, apparently. Being the Head of a renowned family that's targeted one too many times, the need to ascertain and scrutinize strangers comes as second nature. He's like a cryptic prince, observant and shrewd.

Aside from that trait of his, he can be solicitous. He acts mostly for the benefit of many but is not afraid to throw in some risks, which makes him great and, at the same time, someone to be wary of. No one will want to be in his bad side... really, don't test his patience...

You're in his good graces, though, much like everyone else—so as long as you do not stray, you are guaranteed a wonderful stay at Septem Academy. He has connections, after all, and he's not afraid to use them! He also has an endearing sister that he tells you of, she belongs in Hearth Cryo.

With his finesse and early experience, it's no wonder that he ended up being the Master, too, so he's extra bus juggling responsibilities and academics at the same time. Not to mention, the duty of being Head of his own family.

His busy life thus keeps him away from most of your hearthmates unless the day calls for the usual tea time. You've taken it upon yourself to knock at his study and accompany him. He once even helped you with the subjects you're lagging on behind! From then, he sorta begins to expect you around him. He likes the company!

With the way he acts, if not for the Hydro Vision at his waist, you would've thought he belonged in Hearth Dendro. An opinion that made him squint at you very discreetly...

“. . .”

You aren't a hundred percent certain about it, but there might be another hearthmember who hasn't shown nor introduced himself. A passing blur of blue and white, that's what you see turning the corners at night.

When you asked Yelan about it, she says that even they are unsure about which hearth that student is officially affiliated with—and that's not even the student, but a 'copy'.

Childe has a lot to say on the matter, though, saying that the 'real person' is on leave, and the clone left behind merely liked to roam about this particular dorm.

'Dottore' is the code name, other than that, everything is enclosed in obscurity.... you wonder when you'll get to see him for yourself.

No one also said it outright, but you deduce that they're probably in some kind of rivalry with Hearth Dendro. You believe it pertains to your hearthmates' ability to keep up with them in terms of excellence... or perhaps it's a case of student's pride?

You've only seen students from that hearth a couple of times, but two men in it just clash with Ayato, Childe, and that one student on leave. It doesn't help that your hearthmates have this subtle air of smugness that they downplay... as if aiming to provoke in a passive manner.

And worse, their rivals are just as smug, if not prideful.

Nothing too harmful, though! At least, you hope... it's a good thing Barbara, Kokomi, Mona, and Candace are sweet mediators. (Yelan and Xingqiu seems to enjoy the little feud, though).

“Alhaitham sure knows how to press buttons, hm? He's twice as overbearing today and it's only because I lost an argument! Heh, can't say I'm not challenged, though.” “Who wouldn't feel triumphant if he's won against a renowned Harbinger? If you are just as invested in academics as you are in your combat skills, perhaps we could've won ourselves.” “Now, now, Master, comrade. You saved the latter half of the debate! I say we stood our ground well! Oh- this tea is actually tastes good!” “It sounds so exciting to be in the same class as you three! I wish I could've seen it for myself..” “Don't we have a free day tomorrow, Kokomi? We can sit in and watch their second debate with [Name]. We can even do a little cheer!” “I wish to join as well, I've no qualms that it'd be more interesting than taking up politics for the fourth time in a week... ah, my lady, here are the sugarcubes.” “Thank you. But isn't tomorrow's attendance for your class a requirement, Xingqiu?” “Ho! Lady Yelan, No such rule dictates that I've to stay for the entire class.” “And that is your excuse for cutting class? I see.” “I think you disappointed Candace, comrade.”

— Razor/Cyno

“Hearth Electro!”

Lightning and thunder roars from nonexistence, deafening with its echo that commemorates the arrival of another student blessed with ideals—governed by volition.

Its unexpected boom prompts you to jump, heart lurching along in shock and a bit of fear. Wow, that took your breath away... but right now, was that lightning violet? It's such a pretty color.

The Sustainer vanishes into red cubes, and the rest of the cloaked figures disappear through their respective mirrors after a bode of farewell and welcome.

The figure left behind is swift to introduce herself, pretty eyes and braided hair of violet unveiled. From the looks of it, she's strict, but her voice has a gentle lilt to it that quells your nerves.

“Greetings, [Name]. I'm Hearthleader Beelzebul. I noticed that you were caught off-guard by the thunder, are you by any chance, afraid of them?”

Oh no, was she disappointed? It's not like you're that afraid or anything!

Flustered, you shake your head, clarifying your surprise in earnest. “Oh, no, no! It just caught me off-guard, I wasn't expecting to hear it so suddenly when the weather isn't stormy at all.”

“Ah,” she has a pretty smile, “I'm relieved. As your Hearthleader, I wish only the best for you and your journey into mastering Electro.”

The heels of her shoes click against the floor, stopping only when she reaches a gilded mirror whose surface wheels into an abyssal portal of deep violets. A magical sight, like one of a fairytale's.

“The Hearth may bewilder you for a moment, but I've no doubt that you will get accustomed to how things are without difficulty.” she lets you step inside first and immediately, you are overwhelmed by a sense of catharsis—like the insecurities and fears rooted deep within have let go.

You are brought back to reality when a steady hand holds onto you, followed by a hearty laugh.

“That always happens to newcomers! It never gets old, does it, Hearthleader?”

It doesn't even seem to be remotely possible, but Septem Academy is a place of magic, so anything can be possible—and that includes the fact that you are on a flying warship, the portal, that is sailing through the clouds.

Hearth Electro might as well be a fairytale of its own, for it changes forms once a month, morphing into an image of the reality that each Hearthmember envisions.

The huge ship, to your amazement, already includes all sorts of rooms and necessities one would find in a more 'normal' dorm. As Beidou explained, 'sailing through the clouds' is basically the Hearth reshaping itself to fit the next image of reality, which ends up being a floating abode in the likeness of the buildings in the nation of Inazuma.

Everyone is more than willing to tell you the array of realities their mindblowing Hearth has to offer; from castles to even a temple-like dorm, it's thus normal to opine that Hearth Electro is one of a kind. All hearthmembers get a turn, so you can only wait in the coming months, thinking about how your envisioned reality will be shaped.

The Hearth's maverick kind of subsistence had a lot to do with the members that belong to it. All are vastly different from one another, united only by a singularity; the drive to embody their ideals. It might also be because you learned that they're all 'misfits' in their own ways, but you can't be the judge of that.

Hearthleader Beelzebul says that it is beyond convoluted to comprehend the nature of each element and what unites everyone blessed by it, so it's better to just let it be.

“For your help! Thank you. Means... a lot, to Razor. To Hearth, and to Lupical.”

Initially, when you met Razor, you thought that he's sort of aloof, unwilling to converse with anyone unless he finds it necessary. Turns out that he's just a little bashful and isn't much of a talker—it does not mean that he's unfriendly at all!

Lisa did the honors of introducing him to you and things went smoothly afterwards. Razor is a little weak on language-centered subjects, but fares well at the rest, more so at classes that recites the need for hunting and tracking down things. You do not know too much, but they say it's more of a specialized course that you can get into once you catch up to academics.

He likes to be in the kitchen if not in his room or outside, always making those cute hashbrowns in the shape of a paw. You didn't take him to be one who does well in culinary things (did he just mix whole pinecones in that!?) but that one dish he served—that made everyone nervous at first—actually tasted like heaven.

Apparently, before becoming a student, he was an orphan who tended to himself alongside a pack of wolves. It seemed impossible for this is a modern world! But then you recall that Hearth Electro quite literally is an oddity itself, so you don't question it. Besides, it's rude...

Razor gets along with everyone, more so with some of the students in Hearth Pyro. Whenever you're free from studies, you offer to cook or bake with him in the kitchen. It's always so endearing to whip something up with someone, after all.

Cyno, on the other hand... is intimidating... and he looks like he's choosing what kind of judgement to befall upon you when your eyes first met! Although Yae looked on in amusement at your fear and Sara assured that you shouldn't be wary of him, you can't help but grow even more anxious.

It has come to the point that you only managed to utter his name and go completely silent when he comes in the room, turning as white as paper and feeling as though you've committed a cardinal sin.

So imagine your utter bafflement when one night, as you are about to sleep, a knock came upon the door—and Cyno is there. The staring is only cut off when he spoke, and it's-

“What holds both days and students? Septem(ber). Because September is a month and Septem is the name of the Academy.”

Heavens above how could he say that with a straight face, was that a joke? That was a joke, wasn't it- you're about to laugh, wait- are you allowed to laugh!?

In the end, you couldn't help but burst out laughing, unable to tell whether it's because of his ability to look serious, or because of the joke itself. He looks surprised, but then all he does is blink, say good night, and saunter away as if he hasn't just dropped a joke that made Beidou guffaw next door.

It was easier being around Cyno afterwards. He isn't half bad at all—that is, as long as you do not break any of the Academy's rules or any of the Hearth's—you can't believe that all it took was an unusual 'confrontation' from the student himself.

Whenever Keqing and Kuki aren't around to help you understand a particularly complicated subject, he swings by to teach you—good heavens, he's smart as he is cunning. You end up dozing off whenever he does help, though... his voice is pleasant to listen to...

That is, if he's not speaking like he's going to condemn you for even having 'the audacity to nod off'! Because of this, he just sends you a link to his online study guides, and you both share!

Despite his sangfroid, however, there are times when he simply asks you to tell him if his newly constructed jokes are funny enough. If you told your past self that you'd end up being Cyno's 'joke evaluator', you would've laughed.

Being able to sit down and just talk with your hearthmates is more complicated than you imagined, and it's because of everyone's varying personalities. To work around this, your Hearthleader—or Ei, as Miko refers to—issues a duty upon everyone.

Each month, a student whose reality is currently the one shaped by the Hearth is responsible for hosting an event in which everyone will participate. There aren't any restrictions, so it can be tea parties, movie marathons, and even trips outside the Academy.

Fischl elaborately informs you that Hearth Electro prides itself in its 'get-togethers' solely because of the fact that the activities are different each time at the end of the month. You heard that they've gone to visit a literal ruins one time and got trapped in it for a week!

“Hearthleader, you're in charge of this month's get-together, aren't you? Do you have any plans?” “Yes, Keqing. I've thought of some things, but I'm unsure as to what will be preferred by most. Indulge me, everyone, how does attending a sweets buffet sound to you?” “My, Ei, aren't you just taking advantage of this event to satisfy your sweet tooth?” “Haha! Well I expected nothing less. Even if I would've liked some more active things to do, I sure don't mind sitting down and just taking a breather for once. Manning the wheel does take a lot outta me.” “Likewise. I'm not suited for idle matters, but as it is Hearthleader's choice, I respect it.” “Razor... same as Cyno and Beidou's reason.” “Fret not you cuties, actually, I was tasked by Ei to go fetch a gate pass for us all and I did see some sort of itinerary when I dropped it off in her room. And her laptop was open to some tourist spots. Right, Sara?” “Indeed. Other than a sweets buffet, I believe that Hearthleader has plenty of other things in mind.” “You're right about that. I checked the mora on hand and it does seem like we have more plans than eating cake.” “Hoho! The kind graces of our Hearthleader is most worthy of praise, surely, there is more to a sweet pinnacle of this month's celebration. I do wonder what awaits us all come the conclusion of the month to come! Kuki, how is our new outlander faring, will she be able to come?” “[Name] did really good, actually. She caught up well, I've no reason to believe that she'll be left behind to keep studying when she aced her exams.” “Wonderful. Then, after the sweets buffet, we shall explore the historical Chasm, or if you all prefer otherworldly locations, then Enkanomiya is also a destination.” “Haha, that's a good joke, Hearthleader!” “... But I'm not joking.”

A lot can happen in the span of five years.

Your life at Septem Academy may have just begun, but with the way things kicked off at a great start, you're relieved to say that maybe the adventure really is just beginning, as well.

Ah, but before all that, perhaps you first need to catch up on learning how to utilize your newfound [element].

a/n: i begin my notes by saying that the interpretation of each hearth/element's blessings, (aka solidity/valor/widsom/etcetc) are my personal take! hoyo doesn't confirm anything after all :')

also this was long! so i only added four hearths. now, septem i say has five years of schooling, with the fifth year being some kind of 'mastery' year in which the whole focus is on their vision. and the professors.. wELL i won't go into detail, but they're going to be those from Celestia, because again, Celestia is good here jahdkashdsa

everyone is human, only archons are, well, archons! for adjustments, however, there aren't any characters under 18, and no one above 23 either (except for archons lmao?? also, didn't include klee/diona and other child characters here)

hm, and i'll end my long long ramble here lmao, can't get it too long! part two will include the rest of the hearths!

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always-andromeda · 10 months

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Can you write an Adam Warlock x GN! Reader Smut fic? You can write it however you want...I'm just desperate for non fem smut fics of adam

– ⭒ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 ⭒ –

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ▹ 1,283

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▹ Being friends with benefits messes with Adam's head far more than either of you are willing to let on.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ▹ I don't think I've ever done gn!reader smut? So I'm really hoping that I did this justice for you, anon!! This little concept popped into my head randomly because I can so easily see Adam falling into this kind of situation. Also, I am so sorry my writing has been so sporadic lately </3 I’ve been having various health struggles for the last month and haven’t been super cognizant lmao.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▹ smut (minors, please do not interact), reader's appearance, pronouns, and genitals aren't specified, thigh riding, general heavy petting, little bits of friends with benefits angst, kind of implied dom!reader and sub!Adam (if you squint), nothing else I can think of!!

No matter how many times you and Adam end up like this, he still finds himself questioning what exactly is going on. Your lips move so fast and he's just trying to keep up; trying not to let on just how long he's been craving the taste. Which has basically been since the last time you kissed him about a week prior.

It'd been after the team's last mission went particularly well. Quickly – and without any of the other Guardians seeing – you'd placed a chaste kiss on his lips and commended him for his performance. It was so fast and your tone had been so matter-of-fact that Adam had second guessed it had even happened to begin with. It wouldn't be too surprising if he started fantasizing about you.

Unfortunately for him, that was just you and your mixed messages. One minute you were all business and the next you were like this: keeping him anchored in place with a hand on his cheek as you took his breath away.

He supposes he can’t blame you. It made sense, wanting to keep a relationship like this hidden from the others. Though he wasn’t particularly well versed on the sensibilities of those around him, he could imagine this not being a good look for either of you.

And though he may not care what the others thought of him, you seemed to care. And that was enough to mean something to him too.

"You gonna touch me?" you rasp hurriedly.

Yes. Every single time it was a resounding yes. Even if his mind was telling him that he was in too deep, he couldn't help but dig himself deeper. He hates himself for it, but secretly he hopes that at some point he'll find more than the physical contact you provide. Maybe someday he'll hit some underground bunker and that you'd be gracious enough to let him in.

So he nods vigorously, his verbal agreement reduced to a hum as he captures your lips with his once more.

He's still inexperienced and, God, he hopes that you can at least tell that he's trying to learn. For example, he's gotten better at letting you take control. The first few times his hubris had gotten the better of him, making the encounter feel more like a power struggle than a release of stress. Now, he lets you set the pace; lets you figure out right where you want to be.

And right now you want him pressed up against the wall of the ship. You want his leg between yours. And you want to feel his chest heaving as you grind down on him in the secluded and quiet darkness of the hangar.

As soon as Adam pulls back long enough to meet your eyes, he catches the glint of want in them. Then he watches how your gaze sweeps downward. Right to his strong thigh.

You're both grateful that Adam's such a quick learner because he catches the hint before you have a chance to get impatient. With his back against the wall, Adam half expects it to crumble behind him as the scene before him unfurls.

His hands on your lower back keep you steady against his rigid torso. You're so close that he has no choice but to look in your eyes once more. They're half lidded and dark, already almost fucked out despite the fact that you've only just begun to grind against his thigh.

Adam holds you closer, increasing the pressure that comes with each brush of your hips. And pride floods his chest cavity when you groan deeply.

You let out a staggered little laugh, "Fuck, you're so good at this, Adam."

"Only as good as you've taught me to be," he quips with a tinge of tenderness. After all, there's something special to being so tuned into your body like this. He wouldn't trade that mastery for anything. The sentiment comes through tenfold when he nuzzles his nose against yours.

Briefly, his forehead touches yours. You feel the slight chill of the smooth golden gem that's right between his prominent brow. And it becomes all too apparent to you once more who he is; what he is. The chances that this means anything more to him are very little. What could one touch-starved mortal mean to a golden, god-like being?

You merely roll your eyes and dip your head against his chest, hiding from both his soft expression and the impending wave of pleasure that both threaten to knock you off your feet.

Truth told, with your body all over his, all Adam feels is the warmth. There's your hot breath as you work yourself closer and closer towards the edge. Then there's the pulsing heat between your legs that makes him painfully hard. That combined with the cramped confines of the hangar has him picturing you both discard your stifling jumpsuits.

His wishful thinking is interrupted by a groan that gets caught in your throat. "Ah, fuck, I'm so close–" you pant.

Before you know it, one of his hands snakes around the nape of your neck, cradling your head as it lolls back. Then his lips are on the side of your throat, kissing and nipping at the flesh as it trembles from the vibrations from your hums of pleasure. You can't help but wonder if he's somehow trying to absorb your sounds. Either way, the action makes you acutely aware of his strength once more.

If you didn't know any better, you'd fully believe that every part of him was built for this.

But you do know better.

Adam pulls back to chuckle, "I can't wait until we get back home."

And there's where the guilt starts to set in. Like clockwork, it inevitably hits. Whenever he talks so eagerly, you can't help but feel that giant pit in your stomach.

You try to match his energy with a hesitant smile. "What, being down here isn't enough for you?"

"Of course not," Adam furrows his brow teasingly. "Maybe we could have a night to ourselves when we get back."

The cavernous pit grows. You can practically feel your soul shriveling away as you mutter, "Maybe we should lay low for a while. Don't want the others to get any ideas."

Don't want either of us getting ideas too, you want to say.

The way the light fades from his eyes makes you feel worse. But he agrees. He says a small, "You're probably right," and you wish more than anything that you were wrong.

You don't care if the others catch on. Something else about this intimacy bothered you. Because if there was anything that being with the Guardians had taught you, it was that no matter how important love was...things would always happen.

You thought back to Peter and how lost he was when the team had lost Gamora. As much as he'd hated to admit it, that love and loss had changed him so thoroughly that the idea of it happening to you was terrifying.

Adam may not have been the child of a genocidal warlord. But he was still the child of an unstoppable master race of superhuman beings. And no matter how normal things may feel, especially being with him like this, you could never kid yourself into believing it could ever actually be normal.

So you offer him a halfhearted apology. You push yourself off his chest and shakily regain your own balance before returning to the upper decks. Most importantly, you don't look back. And you hope that sends your message sufficiently. That he stops wanting this. Because you doubt you could stop wanting him on your own.

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pomplalamoose · 4 days

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Ooohhh how about different eras of luke (ROTJ is my fav if doing one is easier) and maybe some modern dilf!luke 👀 reacting to you laying your head on his shoulder when you’re tired or have a headache pre-relationship?

Anonnn, you don't understand, I'm obsessed with this ask. I just HAD to do every single Luke era plus the Dilf AU as the cherry on top because it's been so long since I last wrote something wholesome😩

also it reminds me of the posts I used to do when I first started writing and ngl I'm feeling a little nostalgic

• sweet ANH Luke with his open smile and honest eyes is so easy to approach and befriend, resting your head on his shoulder comes almost naturally

• though unbeknownst to you he'd immediately be on the brink to loose his mind

• already he tends to be a little jittery with nerves whenever you randomly appear in the same room he is in

• even more so now that he's finally admitted his major crush on you to himself

• so just imagine his excitement the moment you decide to sit next to him

• as soon as your head touches his shoulder he goes bright red and doesn't dare to move in fear of accidentally shooing you away, his heart beating wildly in his chest

• for a slight moment he forgets how to breathe, though it's not like he minds

• this is the best day of his life

• not only does he finally get to feel the warmth of having you so close by his side, but also your soft hair aginst his cheek if he dares to tilt his head just a little bit

• when eventually he manages to somewhat normalize his breathing, his thoughts will start to wander

• he's SO proud you're clearly comfortable and feeling safe with him

• but should he strike up a conversation? Ask how you're doing? If everything's okay?

• maybe he could make you laugh

• your hands look so soft; what if he were to reach out and just take them in his?

• would you mind?

• he's not sure, his aren't as pretty and smooth as yours

• you smell very nice

• wouldn't your current position make you look like a couple to an outsider passing by?

• what if, and he feels very bold just considering, but, what if you...like him?

• quickly enough he has a very hard time remaining calm

• and how could he? He needs to tell someone about this RIGHT NOW

• good luck trying to catch ESB Luke sitting still for even once

• though should you be as lucky to catch him during a moment of rest and manage to lean on him, he'll feel similarly as ANH Luke; excited, a little nervous even, though not as much as his younger self would have been

• still he has to fight off the blush rising into his cheeks and will absolutely deny ever changing colors should someone (especially Leia, Han or even R2) point it out

• at the same time he wishes for as many as possible to witness this very monumental moment, hoping everyone will see that you're leaning on HIS shoulder

• HIS!

• yeah that's right! In your face, (add in name of random rebellion member that also takes an interest in you)!!!

• if he's feeling extra bold, he may use the chance to put an arm around your shoulder

• but very carefully so; he's afraid to overstep any of your boundaries

• after all he's not sure if you'd even like to be held

• there's only one problem: how is he supposed to do anything now?

• he has places to be, things to do, an Empire to fight!

• he's getting kind of warm too

• more than that actually

• Force, are you hiding a heater under all of your layers of clothing?

• also he just remembered; isn't there a meeting he has to attend?

• shouldn't he be working to improve his x-wing?

• he'll check on you out of the corner of his eye, trying to get a feeling for how long you plan to stay like this

• he needs to come up with a way to notify the others of his delay

• because there's no way he's moving even a single muscle

• he's not leaving you behind

• he simply can't!

• not when he was just chosen as your designated spot to rest your pretty but, admittedly, very heavy head

• but not to worry, of course he can handle it!

• he'll be here as long as you need him to be

• RotJ and post RotJ Luke is hard to keep tabs on and thus hard to find

• all you can hope for is to encounter him by pure chance, as he seems to simply have evaporated whenever you wander around searching for him

• though despite his withdrawn ways he's always welcoming and inviting should you happen upon him

• he, above anyone else, understands the importance of rest during a busy day

• he smiles mildly to himself as soon as you settle down and scoot close enough for your arms to touch

• the emotions you are unconsciously emitting, may it be nervousness, excitement or shyness, amuse him a great deal and he's keen to see whether you'll overcome them this time or not

• I don't think he'd tell you outright that he enjoys your presence, that it tends to calm him down and to ease his mind, until much later

• but despite what he is or isn't saying he can't help but feel a little warm inside whenever you come across him during the day

• despite that he can never not worry at least a little bit about your well-being and immediately feels the need to check in on you either with words or a gentle probe with the Force to make sure you're okay

• if he has the time to stay with you for a while he asks if you'd like to lay down

• see, he can shuffle to the side a little and then you could rest your head on his thigh instead of on his shoulder

• wouldn't that be more comfortable?

• he doesn't have a blanket in case you're cold, but maybe you could use his cloak?

• it's not the best, maybe a little rough and still a little dirty from his last trip as he didn't have the time to wash it yet, but it does a good job of keeping a person warm

• he doesn't show how happy he is should you follow his invite and agree to rest beside him, though maybe Leia would notice

• and possibly so would you by how he'd start to absentmindedly stroke your head and play with your hair whenever others are around to keep him properly distracted

• I think Dilf!Luke's reaction would really depend on the current situation/ on how far your relationship has already developed at that point

• here it's important to note though that he'd never tell you off or send you away for initiating contact, not even after just recently getting to know you

• yes he's standoffish and withdrawn, cold in demeanor, seemingly displeased with your presence in his house

• but when it comes down to it he is kind, always has been, even if he hides it away to protect himself

• his behavior towards you is nothing personal; the emotions you call forth are his to deal with

• he may try to at first but ultimately knows deep down that he can't hold you accountable for how his past still troubles him

• he's a father, deeply caring in nature

• no matter what, he could never bring himself to deny anyone his child's age comfort

• though he might be a little confused about why you chose him, of all people, to rest your head on

• after all it's not like he's been going out of his way to be peculiarly inviting or nice - quite the contrary actually

• he'll remain very still for the duration of your vicinity, involuntarily stiffening not only out of surprise but because it's been so long that anyone outside of his immediate family initiated intimacy

• he's so touch starved, so used to rarely feeling a person's warmth, that your simple act catches him off guard

• suddenly he has no idea what to do, how to continue on after

• for your own good and his child's sake he wants to keep you at an arm's length and yet...

• if he wasn't enamored with you before, he is so now

• he thinks back to those moments of doubt and insecurity frequently

• but where they once haunted him, they now serve as a reminder for how far he's come and what he was able to finally leave behind

• he's proud of himself too, yes, but most of all to call you his

• every little touch of yours, and may it be one as innocent as laying your head on his shoulder, fills him with joy

• never, in a thousand years, would he once have believed to be in a position to reciprocate your gentle displays of trust and affection

• but now that he can, now that everything feels a little less like a dream, it's all he wants to do

• (and he does)

• (forehead kisses are his favorite way to, he can't help it)

• (not when you placed yourself so conveniently)

#ask #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars headcanons #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #dilf luke #dilf luke skywalker #star wars au

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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Hihi! I just recently thought of this and i was thinking, can i request the leech twins (separately) with a shy s/o who's also a mer-person, but instead of being a normal half-fish, they're half axolotl!

An Unassuming Axolotl

Forgive me for this being short I had a stupid idea. We kinda make Yuu a lil "dumb" here, as axolotls have not a single thought in their heads. Ended up kinda platonic(?) sorry.

No gender.

As summer break started up, many merfolk were ready to return to the Coral Sea to reunite with their families. Summertime made the water the perfect temperature to swim through, with no ice to breakthrough, unlike the winter.

The Octotrio were among the many to return to their home for the summer. Even at home, the trio continued to visit each other from time to time. The lanky eels occasionally make their way over the deeper part of the sea, where giants like Azul lie in to visit.

Today was one of those days the trio decided to unite again. Azul now made his way over to the location they decided, a place close to land but with a steep drop off. Deep enough for Azul, but comfortable for the eels. His octopus form glides over the ground, large figure making schools of fish split up and swim around him.

It was when he reached the location, he saw the eel brothers hiding behind a rocky wall, watching something. Jade saw Azul first, eyes gesturing for Azul to come closer, a subtle way of communication they had for each other after years together. Floyd saw Azul next, his face brightening up in a smile as he waved before smirking, hands curling in a come hither motion.

Azul took the hints before him, his body changing color to match the surroundings around him before gliding slowly towards the brothers. His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke. "What are you both doing?" Azul scanned the area for any danger, ready to protect himself and his friends if it came down to it.

Jade chuckled. "It's nothing serious, Azul. On the contrary, it's rather amusing." Floyd nodded, "I mean come look at this." Azul peaked over with the twins.

There you were. An axolotl. In the ocean. How… rare to say the least. Usually, your kind is only found in still brackish water. Pure salt or freshwater should kill you. Perhaps you're only half-axolotl? Or maybe you used some sort of magic. Either way, you stood out amongst the rest of the sea life around you. It seems all you were doing was swimming about, looking for something.

So an axolotl in the ocean. That was interesting Azul supposed, but surely that wasn't enough to catch both of the twins' attention, right? Perhaps there can be some business done here instead? Azul glanced over at the pair, Jade smirked as if reading his mind and gestured right beyond where you swam. Looking over, Azul's breath hitched.

A long barracuda lay on the seafloor, dead. A few deep cuts on the side of it. This thing was five times the size of you. There's no way you— Jade cut Azul out of his thoughts. "That little Axolotl gave that barracuda quite the beating… it swooped in for easy pickings, only to become prey itself." "Say Azul, aren't Axolotls kinda wimpy? I mean look at how tiny that one is, definitely doesn't seem like a fighter." Floyd added, a lazy smile on his face

Azul nodded in agreement. "They did it alone, no weapons or magic at all?" Floyd nodded. "Yeah, we couldn't really see what happened but the little guy just made a huge cloud of sand, then boom, barracuda just hit the floor."

Azul, Jade, and Floyd all looked over again. Your form dug amongst the sand, finally digging up what looks to be a shiny rock. The trio watched in curiosity to see what you would do. Suddenly you went cross-eyed as your mouth widened, sucking in the water around you like all Axolotls do when feeding.

The oversized shiny rock didn't budge. Annoyed, you brought it up to your mouth and crunched on it, cringing when it didn't break. You sighed and dropped the stone, swimming off to find a better meal than the bleeding barracuda beside you. Something like crunchy bugs or crabs.

The trio was now stupefied. Someone as strong as you ignored the good meal in front of you and attempted to eat a rock. Floyd let out a shrill laugh, one you ignored as you swam off. "Ahahaha! Little Axolotl is so funny, Azul!~ We should totally recruit them to be a bodyguard or 'sum." "Yes, I'd imagine it wouldn't be difficult given their ah… lack of intellect, fufufu…" Jade's wry smile made its appearance as he looked back at Azul who was deep in thought.

Yes, that would work, Azul realized. He thought you looked familiar, you were that odd student he saw on campus from time to time. Not smart, but never failed a class, quiet, shy even, yet you always seemed to know the best time to speak. Azul always thought there was more to meet the eye with you, and here you were. Azul glanced over again to where you swam off, only to see you staring right back at him in the distance. Have you been aware of them the entire time?

Perhaps everything he thought he knew of you was all an act. Azul smirked, mind already at work. This was gonna get interesting.

#not writing #not requests #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #monster mc #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #gender neutral

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oleander-nin · 11 months

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The Weight of a Letter(2)

A/N: Guess who forgot it was Wednesday💀. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

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Part 1 - Next

Words: 3233

Content warnings: mentions of stalking and paranoia, technical parental abandonment, elevators, my writing, multi-chap fic

Summary: The first one I received was innocent. Nothing more than a love letter from a secret admirer. But as more letters came, so did the fear and paranoia. Guess secret admirers aren't so romantic after all.

Chapter 2: A Lasting Effort

My eyes drift once more to the clock in the upper corner of the room, every tick of the hands captivating my attention more than the teacher could ever dream of. My leg bounces under the desk, my hands sneaking the supplies on my desk back into my bag, hoping to the stars above I wouldn’t be caught and held back. I jump at the sound of the bell despite my preparation, all caution quickly thrown to the wind as I toss my bag over my shoulder. I catch the tail end of the homework reminder as I dash out of the door, weaving in between the other students and faculty. The simple thought of the dreaded homework made me have half a mind to become a dropout, knowing that it’d be a pain to complete in time. It blew my mind that she had the nerve to assign two pages of notes to go over and solve by the next class, right before finals.

I keep my head down as I run through the halls, muscle memory helping me find my way to my locker. While stopping between each class can get annoying, I really did appreciate not having to drag all of my belongings to every single class. I adjust my bag on my shoulder, wanting nothing more than to drop off the unnecessary supplies and books weighing me down.

I turn the last corner and stop in front of my locker, the click of the dial as it turns soothing my ragged nerves. Right before I get to the last number of the sequence, two hands land harshly on my shoulders. I jump in surprise and my hand turns violently from the sudden movement, cursing under my breath as I mess up the number sequence. I try to pick up the latch, wiggling it around as I desperately try to convince my locker to open, but alas, it stays shut. I slam my palm into the locker, venting out a small bit of frustration before I turn to look at the cheeky-eyed perpetrator.

“Seriously Irma? You couldn’t have waited ‘till, oh I don’t know, my locker was actually open?” I say, my lips pressing together into a thin line. I glare playfully at her before turning to start opening my locker once more, my hands spinning the dial to get the numbers to get the correct numbers in place. The lanky brunette shrugs as she moves to lean up against my locker, her smug grin never falling off her face.

“I mean, would you have rathered me do it when you had your laptop in your hands? I think doing it now was a sign of my humble mercy.”

I ignore her antics as I finally getting my locker open. I do a small fist pump in celebration, a grin of accomplishment on my face. Her laughter reaches my ears, her being obviously amused by my simple achievement. I bat at her hands that have started to poke at my side, glaring at the grinning brunette once more.

Her babbling chatter reaches my ear as she starts to tell me about her upcoming basketball game tomorrow, her fists pumping up and down in small motions as she bounces on the balls of her feet. I swung my bag so it was in front of me, making it easier to start depositing my supplies into my bag. I mess with the zippers, struggling to get my bag open when the chatter stops and two hands are on my shoulders once more, shaking me violently. I pretend to bite at her hands and she lets go, squealing as she points into my locker. I follow her finger, something catching my eye. In the middle of my locker atop the discarded papers and old notebooks sits a little white envelope, my name scrawled on the front alongside a heart-shaped box. Sitting on top of both objects was a single red tulip in full bloom, the color vibrant and eye-catching. The flowers' delicate perfection amazed me, almost seeming as if it wasn’t real, something manufactured by delicate, loving hands. I set my bag down on the ground next to my feet, my hands grabbing at the objects as if I was in a trance.

The brunette snorts at the sight, laughing as she gazes upon my hypnotic state. Her laughter breaks my trance and I roll my eyes at her, popping open the box of chocolates. I look them over, smiling slightly. It was quite obvious they were homemade, the chocolates muddled and misshapen with a piece of parchment paper lining the inside of the small heart box. My heart melts at the sincerity, it was sweet to know someone took such care to make me something like this. Irma snickers slightly at the sight of the chocolate, bumping my shoulder with her own. “They’ll need to get their money back, those look more like lumps of coal than chocolate.”

I playfully hit her on her side and she laughs, covering her mouth as it turns into a snort. I roll my eyes, sticking my tongue out at her. “You’re just jealous no one made you chocolate too.” I toss one of the sweets into my mouth and let it melt on my tongue as I open up the envelope, caressing the flower in my hand while I read.

Dear (Y/n),

I was told that getting things off one’s chest would help clear the mind, so I made the executive decision to let you be aware of my interest in you. You have wormed your way into my heart, and while a part of me detests that, I have finally come to the conclusion that this interest I have in you is better than it is worse. The mere thought of you makes me smile, and I want you more than anything in the world. You are the reason I strive to be all I am and I will not disappoint you. You are more special to me than any of my inventions, and despite my efforts, nothing I do even comes close to how you make me feel. A part of me is scared of expressing my feelings to you in a more 'normal' way lest you react negatively, so I chose this method of semi-confession instead. I am not quite ready to reveal myself to you, and this method of expression seems appropriate in keeping my anonymity while still appeasing the need to make you aware of how I feel. You truly are the most important thing to me and one day I will find the courage to tell you properly. I would give everything to you if you asked, I only need you to wait a little longer. I can’t describe my feelings in the way I want to, and I have never been a man of words, so I hope the gifts and the knowledge that someone as great as I is formally addressing his desire for you suffice for now. I learned how to make chocolate for you, and I would do so much more for you given the chance. I know you will not be disappointed when you figure out who I am, after all, there is no one better for you than me.

-Othello Von Ryan

When I notice peering eyes trying to read over my shoulder, I angle the note towards the brunette to make it easier for her to read. I nudge the open box of sweets towards her, silently offering her to try one. They were really good, much better tasting than they looked. Knowing the mystery man learned how to make them just for me made them all the more sweeter. Accepting the chocolate with a grin, she pops it into her mouth as she bends down to see the love letter. She seemed to scan more than read however as she quickly looked back up at me, curiosity painting her features.

“Someone’s egotistical, eh? I gotta admire their resolve though. Let’s just wait to see if they’re as great as they claim to be. Got any idea who it is?” Irma scans the note once more to see if the handwriting was familiar, analyzing every loop and smudge in the letters. A slight frown tugs at the corners of her mouth, unable to match the handwriting with anyone she knew.

“Nope,” I pop the p at my statement, mentally running through all the people I know. The letter was too sincere seeming to be a joke, but I also couldn’t quite trust it. I didn’t know anyone who might write something like this, let alone have the possibility to love me enough to claim such things. “Can’t say I do. Especially no one called ‘Von Ryan’. I’m more concerned about how they got all this into my locker, however. The slits aren’t big enough to fit the chocolates or the tulip.”

The side shaved girl mutters something at my shoulder, and I turn my head to give her my full attention. She looks at me and shakes her head. “Sorry, I’m just trying to think of possible people who wrote it. And yeah, how they managed to get it into your locker is strange, but maybe you left it slightly dislodged earlier?”

I think back to the earlier passing periods, completely sure I shut my locker all the way. I know I shut it all the way, considering I always jiggle the lock to make sure it’s shut. I had trouble freshman year with people stealing my stuff and I wanted to make sure it never happens again.

But maybe I didn’t do it as well as I thought. Doubt starts to flood my mind as I try to picture how I shut my locker earlier. I couldn’t quite remember if I did it as securely as I usually did this morning, considering I was in a rush. I shrug it off, assuming they might have shoved it in somehow completely ignoring how the chocolate box was way too thick to fit through the small slits, and that the flower would’ve been demolished as soon as someone tried. Maybe tomorrow I can try to see if I can brute force open my locker and check if that’s how the gifts were delivered.

I put the note back into its envelope and put it into my bag along with the chocolates, being careful not to crush the tulip I was keeping in my palm. I grabbed the rest of my stuff out of my locker as well, carefully checking to make sure I had everything I needed before we left. “Oh well, hopefully I’ll figure it out soon. I mean, the worst it can be is a prank, right?”

My friend nods, shooting me an enthusiastic smile accompanied with a thumbs up. “Yeah, that’s the spirit! You’ll find out who it is soon. And keep me updated, will you? This is so cool, it’s like a bad rom-com!”

I laugh at their excitement, nodding as we begin to walk towards the front exit of the school. I let Irma change the subject to her upcoming basketball game against a rival school. I push the letter to the back of my mind as she gushes about different strategies and such. Figuring out who sent it can wait, after all, it’s only a love letter, chocolates, and a flower. What’s the harm in that?

I push open the front door of the school, holding it open as I bow mockingly. “For you, m’lady.” I tease, grinning at her. Irma rolls her eyes, bapping her palm against my forehead.

“You’re such a dork, you know that?” She states, pushing me to the side of the sidewalk farthest from the road. I stumble into the strip of grass lining the concrete, laughing as I move back onto the path. We link arms, pinkies interlocking as we continue to throw insults at each other in good fun, occasionally shoving each other towards the grass.

We move more into the city area, heading to our shared apartment building. I glance around the area, shrinking back slightly as the hair on my neck raises. The feeling of being watched floods my veins, my hand not holding the tulip moving to fiddle with the hem of my shirt. Irma notices and pulls me closer, looping an arm around my shoulder. “Are you still seeing the shadows following you?”

I nod, sighing. Irma grimaces, gently squeezing my arm. “It’s been 3 months, Y/n. You need to tell someone.”

I shake my head. She made a good point, but what would I tell someone? I kept seeing shadowy figures following me? I always felt like I was being watched? I’d be passed off as crazy or paranoid. It wouldn’t go anywhere. Plus, it’s not like I had proof. My fingers rub at the petals of the flower in my hand, feeling soft against my fingertips. Irma shakes me slightly at my non-verbal no, groaning in slight frustration. “I believe you, if it makes you feel better.”

I roll my shoulders, humming in response as I lean my head against her as we walk. Irma pats my arm in sympathy, her eyes darting across the street for incoming cars or danger. She opens her mouth to say something else, but closes it again. She leans her head against mine, not knowing how to help. So instead, she changes the subject. “Any word from that mystery guy at the dump you won’t tell me about?”

I snort, rolling my eyes fondly. I was thankful for the topic shift, not wanting to discuss my unwarranted paranoia for the past few weeks. “Nope. Haven’t seen him since. At this point, I think he’s hiding from me.”

Irma chuckles at that, letting go of me as she moves to open the door of the apartment building. I duck under her outstretched arm, reaching the door before her. I open it, bowing once more as I grin at her. “Here you are, m’lady.”

Irma shakes her head, moving into the building as I follow behind, letting the door swing shut behind us. We make our way to the elevators, Irma pressing on the call button repeatedly. I stand beside her, bouncing on the balls of my feet in anticipation. “You’re coming to my game, right?” Irma asks, looking at me as the elevator arrives. We stand to the side as a small group of people come out, moving in once they disperse. Irma hits the buttons for our respective floors, her hands running over the braille underneath the buttons in comfort.

“It’s tomorrow, right?” I confirm, looking at the lanky teen. She nods, grinning. My stomach lurches slightly when the elevator starts to move, my back leaning against the wall.

“Oh, it’s going to be so cool! I’m going to beat that stupid school into the ground, they won’t even know what hit them!” Her eyes are filled with joyful delight, her fists moving up and down in a quick repeated motion. I smile at her excitement, happy she’s so pumped for the game. I came to all of her games, there was no way I would miss this one.

The elevator stops on Irma’s floor and she gets off, waving at me as she adjusts her backpack on her shoulder. “See you tomorrow then! Remember, the game starts at 10 o’clock in the morning!”

I watch her walk down the hall as the elevator doors close, moving to a corner of the metal box and pressing my back against it. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I pull and twist at my fingers as the elevator brings me higher, stopping at my floor with a small ding. I exit quickly, making a beeline for my apartment. I unlock the door with the key I kept in my backpack, jiggling the doorknob up and to the right so it actually opens. I take off my shoes before stepping into the foyer, the faded carpet on the ground feeling plush against my socked feet. I try to ignore the bags piled next to the door, the shadows of my parents in their room still packing leaking into the hall. I drop my bag off on my bed, moving to the kitchen with the tulip still in my hand.

I grab an empty vase from atop the fridge, bringing it to the sink and filling it with water. I set the tulip in it, carrying it back to my room. I wipe the vase with my shirt, trying to clear off all the water droplets before setting it on my desk. I look at it for a moment more before leaving my room, shutting the door softly behind me.

My parents exit their room, both discussing their trip. I step out of their way, letting them cross the hall to put their stuff down at the door. One turns to me, smiling gently. They cup my face in their hands, squishing my cheeks. I try to pull away from their touch but they huff angrily, over exaggerating a pout.

“I’m leaving tonight and you won’t even let me cuddle you? You’re my kid, you can’t pull away.” They say, continuing their assault on my cheeks. I finally pull back enough and they let go, huffing. They pout while my other parents stands at the door, looking over the luggage.

“Is that everything?” They ask, turning to the other who had me trapped in a hug. My captor nods, grinning. "That's all. We're ready to go." They give me one more squeeze before letting me go, moving to grab some of the bags.

My parent who was by the door earlier cross the space to stand next to me, pulling me into a tight hug. I hug back, sighing softly. They kiss me on the forehead, rubbing my back comfortingly. "Don't do anything stupid while we're gone, okay? We'll be back before you know it. You're turning 18 in a month, we'll call you, okay? No parties, and try not to die or get kidnapped while we're gone. We'll be back by the time summer ends."

I sigh, leaning my head on their chest. They pat my back before pulling away, grabbing the rest of the bags before moving to join my other parent who had already left. "Don't be stupid. We love you."

And then they're both gone, luggage in their arms as the door shuts behind them. I stand stupidly in the hallway for a moment more, not sure how to feel. My emotions are high and my hands are shaking, clenched into fists at my side. I stare at the door, a part of me willing them to walk back through, to laugh and joke with me like they weren't going to leave for half a year. Like they weren't going to miss my 18th birthday. I shake my head, turning on my heel and heading back to my room. It didn't matter. They were gone and there was nothing I could do about it but wait. I had all the time in the world. I frown, my lip trembling slightly. I move onto my bed and slide under the covers, pulling the blankets over my head. I promised myself I wouldn't cry.

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corpsebasil · 6 months

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I have a request for knight!Nikolaï and it's soul c r u s h i n g

So hear me out:

He and the reader obviously love each other, maybe they haven't say anything yet (because the ✨slow burn✨ and the angst™) (and maybe a dash of social etiquette too lmao); but it's like, the TENSION DEAR GOD——

(anyway,)

There's a war or really big battle somewhere, and kinda last minute, as it takes more and more importance and might be a threat to the royals (even tho it's not around the castle); at first the guards aren't worried but the princess is still anxious that Nikolaï might be called on the battlefield (he assures that he won't leave her side)

aND—— the superior officer says that Sir Nikolaï have to go to the front! Like next day or something!! AND THE ANGST?? LOVE CONFESSION FILLED WITH DESPAIR OF MAYBE NEVER SEEING THE OTHER AGAIN??

But there's more to that! *takes a deep breath* I raide you: secret wedding just the night before he leaves (bc they obviously can't bz together but wth he might die so let's goooooo)

And then he leaves (bc if that means protecting the princess, he'll fight and he IS willing to die if that means she lives)

Whether he survives or not (like in that GLORIOUS ANGSTY headcanon you wrote *chief kiss*) is up to you, I just—

I just need to cry in a corner rn *sob*

Omfg

“Hey,” you laughed, opening up your door and backing up, allowing Sir Nikolai to enter your rooms. “You’ll never believe it. I actually just made banana bread and—“ You paused when you saw his expression, the tight smile and furrowed eyebrows on his face. “—what?”

“I’m needed for the front.” Was all he said and your stomach dropped.

You stared at each other for awhile, both fully aware of the situation; a foreign kingdom—Damn them—had started border skirmishes with increasing aggression each time. You, the princess, had been sure your personal guard would never be chosen to go and fight. He was supposed to protect you, wasn’t he? Supposed to be by your side at all times, wasn’t he?

“No.” You breathed, taking back a step. “No, you—” you stopped, turning away as a hand flew to your mouth. “No.”

“Your Highness—”

“No.” You snapped, turning back to face him. You stepped closer and risked taking his face in your hands, your thumbs smoothing across his cheekbones. You were shaking your head and trembling when his arms banded around you, pulling you an inch closer. “I won’t let you.” You rasped, eyes looking anywhere but at his face. “I won’t you—you can’t—“

“It’s my duty.” He told you, a hand running slowly up your back. “It’s an honor.”

“No.”

“Your highness—“

“No.”

“Y/N.”

“Damn it, no Nikolai!” You wept, yanking away from him and walking several steps towards the window. You took in several shaky breaths and stared out, your mind racing. Every soldier had died so far. Every single one. You couldn’t take losing Nikolai. You just couldn’t.

“Princess.” He breathed, approaching cautiously and placing his hands on your waist. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, convinced the floor was going to open up at any moment and you’d fall into it. “Please. Please.” You risked turning and looking at him and his expression was devastated. “I know. I know, love.” He murmured, carding his hand through your hair.

Your forehead met his shoulder and you gasped, clutching his shirt hard.

“Not you.” You whispered, eyes squeezed shut. “Anyone but you.”

“It’s an honor—“

“Shut up.” You snapped, looking up at him. Maybe it was the fierceness of your expression, maybe it was the way you held him, but he leaned down and kissed you.

Your heart stopped.

Stopped. His mouth was warm and soft, lips moving gently along your own, and you sighed aloud against him. Good God. It felt so good you clutched him tighter, your hands pulling him roughly against you so that every inch of your front touched his.

Later that night you found yourselves still in your room, a thin metal band around your finger. He couldn’t afford much—hadn’t planned this—but what he did have was a family heirloom that he offered you. An heirloom he’d slipped onto your hand as he murmured reassurances in your ear, promising to come back to you.

An heirloom you’d kept almost savagely, kept close to your heart, on the day the news came that he’d died in battle.

Sorry HAHA

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #wattpad #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone imagine #fluff #knight nikolai #knight nikolai lantsov

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lazyyogi · 3 months

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Any meditation advice for someone with a very busy mind who gets distracted easily and sometimes forgets that she's supposed to be meditating?

Sure thing!

You are not by any means alone in this difficulty. When 99.999% of people sit to meditate, the mind goes all over the place. It was like that for me as well.

So for anyone who happens to be scrolling by, let's give this post a nice clickbaity title:

New To Meditation? Learn The Surprising Truth About Distracted Thoughts During Your Session

Let's assume you are practicing the technique that I like to recommend, called jangama dhyana. If you are practicing some other technique, that is okay too and this will still apply.

When you sit to meditate, you have made an agreement with yourself. For the duration of the session, the only thing that matters is the technique. So for the next 5, 15, or 60 minutes, the only thing you need to bother yourself about is the technique.

So you sit down in a comfortable posture, remove any eyeglasses you might be wearing, perhaps dim the lights a little, close your eyes, and then gently rest your gaze and attention on the space between and slightly above your eyes. That is the technique.

But then you get distracted. A thought pops up and you have a thought or reaction to that thought, which then carries you down a train of many thoughts. While you had sat down with the clear intention to practice a technique, now you have totally forgotten all about it. And if you get really lost in thought, you may even forget that you are sitting in a room practicing meditation. You may feel you are somewhere else entirely.

This is actually very much the way the illusion works. Due to the movements of the mind, reality is obscured and forgotten.

But then something happens and you remember that you are practicing meditation. Good! That moment of remembrance is the momentary disruption of the illusion. And it is a fundamental part of the process of meditation.

When this happens, however, you may feel kind of shitty about it. You may feel like you aren't doing what you're supposed to, or that you're failing at being a good meditator. Again, this is not true; this is simply part of the process. Such negative thoughts may also cause you to feel frustrated or upset.

The only thing you can do in that moment when you realize you fell down a train of thought is to take a breath and focus your attention again on the meditation technique, bringing your attention back to that space between your eyes. That refocusing of your attention back on the technique is also another part of the meditation practice.

First, you disrupt the illusion by snapping out of your train of thought. Next, you return to the practice by refocusing your attention.

When you do this, you are overcoming your mental restlessness and constant chatter. You are practicing patience and persistence.

Patience means you are not rushing to judge yourself or the meditation, you are giving them both time to develop. And persistence means you simply return to the technique. You don't try to adjust or change it. (Side note: stick with a single meditation technique for a month or so before deciding to try a new one.)

The only way to actually fail meditation practice is to say fuck it, get up, and never meditate again. But if you show up, sit down, and dedicate time for it every day, there will be changes and there will be progress. This is not only taught by countless gurus, saints, and siddhas throughout history but it is also validated by modern day science (on which I am happy to elaborate in a separate post.)

So, to recap, you sit to meditate and rest your attention on the space between your eyes. You get distracted and lost in thought. You recognize you are lost in thought and in doing so have once more become present. And you go back to resting your attention on the space between your eyes. Until...

You get lost in thought again. And again you recognize this and again you bring your attention back to the focus of the meditation.

For now, this may be what you meditation practice looks like. And guess what? That is authentic meditation practice. What you are doing is repeatedly shattering the mind's restlessness. It is a common initial hurdle for most meditation practitioners.

If you persist in practice, you will notice two things. The first is that you will start to realize sooner and sooner when you have gotten lost in thought. The second is that your mind will stop wandering off as often and you will find it easier to come back and to stay with the technique, to simply stay with resting your gaze and attention between your eyes. You will find that being able to do so doesn't require you to clench and force your attention, rather you are more relaxed and alert and your mind is simply less agitated.

When you get to the point in which you spend more time with the technique than you spend with distracted thoughts, you will notice another thing: there is a difference between actively thinking and thoughts just popping up.

When you can simply sit and rest your attention on the space between your eyes, you are not deliberately or actively thinking about anything. But random thoughts will still pop up.

Previously what would happen is that a random thought would pop up and you would immediately start thinking about it and then get lost in thoughts. What you will have discovered at this point is that you have conscious control over what you do and do not actively think about.

However, what you do not have conscious control over is what thoughts just pop up. That has more to do with your subconscious mind. At this point, the metaphor of a ceiling fan becomes relevant.

When you turn off a ceiling fan, the fan keeps spinning for a while. In time, it will come to a stop on its own. When you can sit with the technique and refrain from actively thinking, it is like turning off the ceiling fan. The thoughts that pop up randomly, however, are like the fan that is still spinning.

There is nothing more you need to do about those thoughts popping up. They will go the same way in which they arrived, they will disappear the same way in which they appeared. And with time (and with longer meditation sessions), you will start to experience stretches of time in which no thoughts arise at all. That's when things get really interesting.

I'll leave it there for now. However, one last thing worth mentioning is that even before you get to that point, you will start to have real benefits from meditation practice. Even when you're at the very beginning, you will find yourself feeling different in your daily life. A little less anxious, a little more present and engaged, a little more insightful and creative, a little more kind, a little more patient, and sometimes weirdly content. You will feel more natural, at ease within yourself.

So, keep at it!

"It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop." ~ Confucius

Much love,

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rookie-chenford · 1 month

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Dream a little dream of me

Description: Based on Season 4 Episode 17. Some things are the same and some things are my own added flare. So I hope you enjoy!

Words: 2617

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, lots of tears, mentions of what happened to Lucy. If there is any other warning I should put in here, please let me know!

A/N: This is a long one, so strap in for the ride!

Lucy emerged from her bedroom and stopped in the doorway. "What is that smell?" she asked cautiously.

Tamara smiled. "Breakfast. I saw this recipe on Cliptalk and wanted to try it." She placed the food on a plate and handed it over to Lucy.

"Ooooh, okay. It looks interesting." She takes a bite, contemplating all the flavors bursting in her mouth. "Okay, it's not bad; it has some uniqueness to it. For once, I can say this Cliptalk recipe isn't all that bad. What's all the fuss for?"

"I just want today to go well for you. I can't imagine having to tell the same story repeatedly and feeling like I'll never stop telling it."

"Well, I've told the story to my therapist a hundred times. I don't think one more time will hurt."

"I know, but it just seems so unnecessary for you to go through the worst moments in your life just so the D.A. can slap some more charges onto her time."

"All I have to do is tell the D.A. everything so they can prove Rosalind was an accessory in Caleb's crime."

"But is it even worth it when she's already serving four life sentences?" Tamara asked, concern and confusion laced in her voice.

"It's essential that she is held accountable for what happened. Most of her victims aren't alive to tell their stories, and I'm fortunate enough to do so." Lucy said with a bit of sadness in her voice.

Tamara nodded. "Fine, but I'm coming with you. Is Tim going to be there?"

Lucy let out a small chuckle. "You don't have to, and why would Tim be there?"

Tamara made her way around the counter, gathering up her stuff so they could leave. "I'm coming with you. That way, if you get upset, I'll be on standby with cute puppy videos and your favorite snacks. And I just figured he'd also be there to support you, like me." She smiled.

Lucy shook her head, a sad smile appearing on her face. "No, he won't be there. He's working today." She took a deep breath and grabbed her stuff. "Come on, let's go."

Walking into the main lobby of the ADA's office, Lucy took a deep breath and looked around, trying to come up with a small lie to have a moment to herself. "Umm, I am going to look for a restroom. I'll be right back."

"Do you need me to come with you?" Tamara asked with concern.

Lucy chuckled. "I think I can handle it. Will you let someone know that I'm here?"

"Sure thing."

Lucy quickly walked off and opened the first door that she saw. The lights were off when she entered, but she looked around to ensure she was alone. When she saw no one around, she leaned against the wall, her breathing becoming ragged. All the memories of Caleb and what happened to her quickly flashed through her mind. Her lip quivered, trying to keep her tears at bay. She squeezed her eyes shut and slid down the wall, trying to get the memories to disappear, a single tear making its way down her face. Once she felt she was okay enough, she wiped her face, got up, and exhaled a shaky breath. She cleared her throat and made her way out into the lobby.

As she entered, Tamara gave Lucy a soft smile that quickly dropped when she saw Lucy's red eyes. Tamara quickly dropped the conversation with the guy she was talking to and made her way over towards Lucy.

"Hey, you okay?" Tamara asked, concern lacing her voice.

Lucy looked around, trying to find Sara, the ADA she was supposed to be talking to. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." She waved her hand, dismissing Tamara.

Tamara could see the whirlwind of emotions in Lucy's eyes, but she didn't want to push her, knowing she'd already be going through a lot. Tamara nodded and squeezed Lucy's hand, letting her know she was here with her and was not alone during this difficult time. Just as Tamara was fixing to speak, she saw Chris quickly approaching them.

"Hi," Chris said, a little worriness written on his face.

"Hey, do you know where Sarah is? I'm here for trial prep."

Chris cleared his throat, his face a little paler than usual. "Umm, she is out sick today, and they asked me to step in. But it seems awkward, given our relationship. We can reschedule if you'd like?"

"Uhh, no, it's okay. We're professionals. We'll just be discussing the details of the case." Lucy said, stumbling over her words a little.

"Okay then, follow me."

Lucy turned to look at Tamara, a little bit of worry on her face. Tamara squeezed her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. Lucy nodded and followed Chris to a conference room.

They sat across from each other, an awkward silence filling the room as Chris pulled out the files from his briefcase.

He cleared his throat. "Alright, let's get started. Did you ever hear Caleb talking to Rosalind on the phone?"

"Mm, no." Lucy's eyes cast down at the photos sitting in front of her.

"Did he talk about her as if they were communicating?"

Lucy took a deep breath before answering, her eyes now meeting Chris's "No."

"So, how do you know he was working with her?"

Lucy chuckled disbeliefly. "B-because she told me herself when I visited her in prison. She repeated the song I sang in the barrel. How would she know that if she and Caleb weren't communicating?"

Chris's voice faded into the background as she looked back at the photos, resurfacing memories of that day—memories of her tattoo, getting into the barrel, and trying to fight her way out.

"Lucy, I just want you to be ready."

She finally snapped out of it. "I'm familiar with the concept of trial prep." A hint of anger in her voice.

"I know," Chris said softly. "Uhh, how about we take a break?"

"Yeah," Lucy said, a little softer this time.

They left the conference room and made their way to the break room, where Tamara and her new friend were hanging out.

"I was wondering where you went," Lucy said as she entered the room, a smile forming.

"Two watered-down coffees coming up," Chris said in the background.

"How's it going?" Tamara asked.

"Uhh, great."

"This is Austin. He's saving the planet."

"It's Good to know someone is trying to. You can go; you don't have to stay here."

"Mmm, I don't know. I'm finding this whole law thing fascinating." Tamara said, trying to convince Lucy.

Lucy can see right through her, a knowing smirk appearing. "Uh-huh. And what exactly is so interesting?" She chuckled.

Before Tamara can answer, Lucy's face drops, tears forming in her eyes. Tamara's face turns into confusion, wondering what suddenly made Lucy's mood drop. She raises an eyebrow at Lucy, waiting for her to say something. Lucy turns around as Chris continues singing the song she sang in the barrel. Lucy hears Tamara ask if she's okay but doesn't answer. Her breathing picks up, a million questions going through her head.

Chris's face immediately drops at the realization, and he quickly turns to face Lucy. "I—I am so sorry. It was stuck in my head, and I wasn't thinking. It was thoughtless and stupid, and I'm sorry."

Tamara and Austin quickly exit the break room, and she quickly whips out her phone to call Tim. She wasn't sure what to say to him but knew Lucy needed his support for the rest of this trial prep.

"The- the uhh song was stuck in your head because you've, you've seen the video." Lucy's voice was shaky, trying to keep her tears from falling.

"Well, yeah. It's evidence."

"Ri-right. No, of course, you did. You're in the D.A.'s office, and it's evidence, so… you've…" Lucy's voice cracked, tears threatening to spill at any moment.

"Look, I should have told you I'd seen it. I'm sorry." Chris said as he walked towards Lucy.

Lucy stepped back as he approached her, making him stop in his tracks. "No, you said that part already." Lucy swallowed thickly. "Umm, I, I just need a minute."

"Lucy, please-'

Before he could say anything else, Lucy raised her hands. " Please, can you…" She stopped, unable to say anything else as her throat became tighter from holding back her tears.

Chris nodded and whispered a yeah as he walked out and closed the door. Lucy paced the floor, groaning and breathing heavily. She couldn't believe Chris would be so careless about singing a song that once brought her joy and now brings back her worst nightmares. She sat on the couch, her head in her hands, lightly pulling on her hair to relieve some tension.

After being in the break room for a while, Lucy lifted her head as a knock formed on the door. Tamara softly opened the door, her face falling when she saw the tears staining Lucy's cheeks. "Sorry to interrupt, but Chris just wanted to know if you were ready to continue."

Lucy wiped her face with her sleeves. "Yeah, I'll be out in a moment."

"Okay," Tamara whispered as she shut the door.

Lucy took a deep breath and stood up from the couch, fixing her clothes as she went to the door. She turned the knob and took one more deep breath before opening it and making her way back to the conference room. When she entered, Chris was already in there waiting for her. As he heard her walk in, he quickly put his pen down and stood up.

"Again, I am so-"

"Sorry. Yeah, I know." Lucy said, not wanting to hear another apology from him.

She reached the other side of the table and pulled out her chair. "Umm," She cleared her throat. "I- I need you to do something for me."

"Yeah, anything."

"I need to see the video."

The barrel video?"

"Yeah. You've seen it; half the lawyers in this building have seen it, and I haven't."

Chris took a deep breath. "Lucy, it's… It's incredibly hard to watch."

"I need to see it." She said with a more demanding tone.

Chris nodded his head and turned toward his briefcase. Pulling out his laptop, he opened it up and clicked the mouse several times before placing it in front of Lucy.

"Should I stay or…"

"Mnh-mnh, no. Umm, thank you."

Chris made his way towards the door and opened it, looking back at Lucy before leaving.

Lucy's hand hovered over the mouse momentarily before a knock interrupted her. She quickly moved her hand away from the laptop and looked up to see Tim opening the door. She pulled her eyebrows together, wondering why he was there.

She quickly stood up from her chair. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at work."

"Tamara called and said you were upset, and she wasn't sure why. She was worried about you." He said, a look of concern on his face.

"I'm fine. She shouldn't have called you." A defensive tone laced in her voice.

Tim cocked his head. "Clearly you're not fine. I can see the redness in your eyes. You've been crying. Tell me what's going on." He pleaded as he made his way to Lucy, standing before her.

She looked down at her hands as she fiddled with her fingers. "I-I… Chris started singing the song I sang in the barrel as we took a break. He said it slipped his mind. I-I just hadn't put two and two together that he and probably every lawyer here has seen the video."

"Excuse me?" Tim questioned with disgust in his voice.

"He apologized already. Don't go all Tim on him."

"I should give that prick a piece of my mind. How do you let something like that slip your mind?"

Lucy could feel the anger radiating from Tim's body. She sat down in the chair facing the laptop as he paced the room momentarily, trying to keep from walking out the door and causing a scene.

After a moment of calming himself down, he looked over at Lucy. "What are you doing?"

"I need to watch the video."

"Video of what?"

"Of me in the barrel." She whispered.

Tim made his way over to the chair next to her. He spun her chair to face him. "Are you sure you want to do that?" He asked, grabbing her hands.

Lucy looked into his eyes, so he knew she was serious. "Yeah, I am."

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Will you?"

A small smile formed on Tim's face. "Of course I will."

Lucy took a deep breath and turned back to face the laptop, her hand hovering over the mouse. She looked at Tim, who nodded, letting her know he was ready. With one more deep breath, Lucy played the video.

It started playing, and the sound of her fist slamming against the barrel startled her. Tim quickly placed his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it to let her know she was safe. Lucy couldn't sit still. Her hand lightly scratched her forehead, kept moving her hair out of her face, and finally, her finger rested on her top lip, rubbing it back and forth. As she closes her eyes, the video continues to play in the background. She bounces her leg, her anxiety becoming heavier as the video plays. A single tear slips down her cheek. Tim looks over at her, bringing his hand up to wipe her tear away. This makes her break down into a full-on sob. He quickly wraps her into his embrace, rocking her back and forth and whispering that she's safe and he's here. He's doing anything and everything to get her to calm down. His heart breaks for her, hating that she put herself through this, but he also knows she had her reasons and won't ever question why.

Long after the video ends, Lucy finally calms down enough to pull back from Tim's embrace. She stares at her feet while he looks directly at her, waiting for her to speak.

"Thank you." She finally croaks.

Tim placed his hand under her chin, lifting her head to look at him. Her red and puffy eyes finally met his. "I am always going to be here for you. No matter what."

"I know," Lucy replied with a small smile. "Umm, I don't want to testify anymore. I don't want to keep reliving that day over and over again. I want to leave it where it belongs, in the past."

Tim nodded, shut the laptop, and grabbed Lucy's hand. "Then you don't have to testify. No one is going to think less of you. Now, come on, let's get out of here."

They made their way to the door, Tim opening it to let Lucy out first. Tamara turned around at the sound of the door opening, happy to see Tim bringing out a happier-looking Lucy.

"Everything okay?" Tamara asked.

"Yeah, it will be," she said with a smile. She turned to look at Chris. "I've decided I don't want to testify."

"Understandable." He nodded.

"I've been trying to prove how strong I am, but… I survived that. I don't have anything to prove." Tamara walked over to Lucy's side and hugged her.

"You don't have to explain yourself. We have enough evidence to convict her without you. I promise."

With that, Lucy, Tamara, and Tim walked toward the elevator and left. Leaving everything behind and never looking back at this day again.

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corneliaavenue-ao3 · 9 months

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Trust Him Like a Brother AO3

Ginny was excited that her mum met someone new after her dad died, but she did not realize that meant she would have to deal with Harry Potter being her new soon-to-be step-brother.

Written for Reputation Era of SeveralSunlitDaylights and for @takearisk-ao3 who supported me writing this shamelessly

if it makes you feel better, Harry and Ginny aren't step-siblings yet

July was unbearably hot. Unusually hot. And if Ginny were at the Burrow, she would go down to the pond, dip her toes into the water, and even, after assuring that no one was near her, strip off her clothes and take a dip.

But Ginny was not at the Burrow. Instead she was holed up in her brand new bedroom at her mum’s new fiance’s manor.

The whole thing was ridiculous.

Arthur Weasley died in an unfortunate accident that Ginny did not want to talk about when she was 11 years old. Molly Weasley had grieved for years, until she joined a widow support group where she happened to meet her brand new fiance.

Lily Potter.

Ginny hardly knew her because she was off at Hogwarts while her mum was going on dates with the tall, green-eyed, red-haired witch. And before she knew it, she received an owl from her mum that she was engaged, and they would move into the old Potter Manor instead of the Burrow during the summer.

Don’t get it wrong, Ginny liked Lily. A lot really. She liked how she joked that this old Pureblood Manor was now owned by a bisexual, muggleborn witch. She liked how she worked so many puns into her conversations. She especially liked how Lily would make her mum smile.

What she didn’t love about Lily Potter was her barely of age son who lived in the bedroom next to hers. Who shared a bathroom with her.

Harry. James. Potter.

Ugh. Ginny rolled her eyes at the thought of his name.

Everything about him annoyed her. The way he insisted on racing her on his brand new Firebolt whenever she was taking a leisurely flight. They way he ruined her favorite Weird Sisters songs by belting them poorly in the shower. The way he stole her olives off her plate at dinner, even if she was not going to eat them in the first place. The way his bright, green eyes caught hers whenever his mum said something cheesy, yet hilarious. And the way his jaw line-

She was getting carried away, but he was infuriating.

Just to drive the point home how infuriating he is, Harry was currently ruining the Weird Sisters’ newesting single, Graveyard Shift, during his way too long of a shower.

“Will you shut up?” Ginny yelled at the wall, banging on it to emphasize her point.

Harry’s voice only got louder. “I’m haunted by the way we kissed, stuck working the Graveyard Shift.”

“Fucking hell,” Ginny muttered under her breath. She probably would not have enough time to shower before they were supposed to meet her classmates at the Leaky Cauldron, so she cast a quick Scourgify on herself.

“Do you not like my voice?” Someone asked. Harry leaned against her bathroom door frame, towel wrapped casually around his waist, his jet-black hair dripping beads of water down his face.

Ginny cleared her throat, “I’m surprised the boys at Ilvermorny did not cast a permanent silencing charm on you to get you to shut up.”

“The boys at Ilvermorny didn’t have as big of a reaction to me as you do,” Harry said, smirking at her. “And I like getting a reaction out of you.” Harry shook his head, cascading water droplets all over her to emphasize his point.

“Stop-”

Her bedroom door sprung open with a thud.

“Hey Ginny! Do you happen to have any spare perfume? I forgot to spray myself before leaving home and Ron said you might have some. Oh, hello!” Lavender Brown said all in one breath. Her eyes darted between Ginny and Harry who at least had the audacity to look somewhat embarrassed meeting someone in just a towel.

Ginny went over to her nightstand and directly handed Lavender her floral perfume, not trusting her to catch anything if she threw it at her.

“Thanks, Ginny!” Lavender said, spraying an obscene amount of perfume on herself. “Sorry for interrupting,” she said with a wink before closing the door behind her.

Ginny took a moment to stare up at the ceiling before braving to turn back to the half naked man standing in her bedroom. “Sorry about her.”

“Ron’s girlfriend, I assume?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Ginny replied. “She is not too bad if you get to know her. She has calmed down a lot since when they first started dating. Mainly because she finally realized that Ron’s best friend, Hermione, was not actually trying to sleep with her man.”

Harry carted his fingers through his wet hair, “Actually, that is why I am in here. I was hoping you could help introduce me to everyone tonight. I really only know Ron, because of the whole soon-to-be-step-brother thing, and just a few of the other guys who are in the Auror training program with us.”

“So you want me to babysit you all night long?” Ginny asked.

Harry let out a small laugh, “I’m older than you, shouldn’t I be the one babysitting you?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Go get dressed, Potter. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

In the kitchen, her mum and Lily were standing at the stove together, swaying to an old Celestina Warbeck song. The sweet sight was ruined by Ron and Lavender snogging around the corner. Ginny grabbed a dishrag off of the counter and threw it at Ron, hitting him square in the back of the head.

“Do you two ever not do that?” Ginny asked.

Ron ignored her, giving her the middle finger as he continued to suck on his girlfriend’s face.

Harry bounded down the steps a few seconds later, “Ron, mate, you got to let the girl breathe.”

Ron detached himself from Lavender’s face with a gross squelch sound, “Fuck, man, not you too.”

“What can I say, Ginny is a bad influence,” Harry smiled over at her.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Let’s go. We are already late.”

“Have fun tonight, everyone!” Lily Potter’s voice called from the kitchen.

“And please send us a patronus if you need any help. I don’t want to have to pick anyone up from the Auror holding cell tonight,” Mum added.

“But if you do, make sure it was because you did something funny!” Lily called back. Molly let out a shock gasp before breaking into a fit of giggles at her fiance’s joke.

Harry caught her eye and grinned.

“Ew.” Ron said, “Let’s go before they flirt even more.”

The Leaky Cauldron was packed by the time they all arrived. The majority of Ron’s class was here and a good chunk of her class was present as well.

“Hermione says she has a table in the back!” Lavender shouted over the music, grabbing Ron’s hand and dragging him behind her. Ginny followed closely behind, Harry kept a hand pressed into her back to not get washed away with the crowd.

Ginny saw Luna first, although she was hard to miss, standing on top of a stool waving both hands at the four of them pushing their way through the crowd. Hermione sat next to her, hands gripping onto Luna’s legs preventing her from toppling over.

“Luna, please be careful,” Hermione begged, pulling her girlfriend carefully down.

Luna ran around the table and crashed into Ginny, giving her a bone crushing hug. “So good to see you!” Luna shouted. She turned and immediately crushed Harry in a hug.

“Oh, erm, Hi.” Harry stuttered.

Ginny laughed at Harry’s obvious discomfort. “This is Luna. My best friend, and Hermione’s girlfriend.”

Luna let go of Harry, she gave him a curious look before announcing, “Your head is full of nargles.” Luna turned to give Lavender and Ron their hugs.

Harry turned to Ginny, facing away from the strange blonde, “What’s a nargle?”

“Don’t ask,” Ginny replied, shaking her head at her friend’s creatures.

Hermione reached across the table to shake Harry’s hand, “I’m Hermione. Ron and Ginny have told me so much about you.”

Harry wrapped an arm around Ginny’s shoulder, pulling her flush against his body. “All nice things from Ginny, I’m sure.”

Ginny elbowed Harry, pulling away from his warmth and ignoring the swoop in her gut. “I don’t know what she is talking about, I do not talk about you.”

“Whatever you say,” Harry teased, rubbing the spot that Ginny’s elbow hit.

Hermione ignored both of them and continued on, “I heard you went to Ilvermorny, tell me all about it!”

The six of them discussed their life at school, and the differences between Hogwarts and the American school. Begrudgingly, Ginny admitted to herself how well Harry fit into the group.

“Quidditch at Ilvermorny is obviously more intense because we don’t just compete against the house teams, we also compete against the other American schools in the National Championship,” Harry stated smugly, taking a long drink of his butterbeer.

“That is not true!” Ginny cried, smacking her hand on the table, sloshing her own drink in the process. “Ilvermorny Central only has two house teams that compete against each other so automatically you have a 50% chance of making the championship! Hogwarts you at least compete against three teams. And it doesn’t matter if you win or lose, it matters how much you win or lose by to claim the Quidditch cup!”

Harry set his mug down, a grin dancing across his face, “So if the points are the only thing that matters, then the seeker must be the most important player on the pitch. Right?”

Ginny threw up her hands in frustration, “We are not having this argument again. I, alone, have scored more than 150 points in a game.”

Ron downed his drink in a gulp, “Well, I am going to go to the bathroom.” He stood abruptly, shifting his pants.

Ginny took a deep breath and counted down from ten in her brain.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6

Harry’s knees nudged her under the table.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

“I need to go to the bathroom too!” Lavender announced to the table, scurrying off after her boyfriend.

“Subtle!” Hermione called after her.

“Nothing was subtle about that. Did you see all of the nargles swarming around both of their heads? They almost had as many nargles floating around their heads as Harry and Ginny do,” Luna said in a sing-song voice.

“Luna!” Hermione cried, “You can’t use your mythical creatures to call out people like that!”

Luna swirled her Gillywater in her glass, “I am not calling anything out. I am just making careful observations that most witches and wizards would rather ignore,” she replied matter-of-factly.

“Do they always fight like this?” Harry asked, lips inches away from her ear.

Ginny turned in her stool so her back was faced to Hermione and Luna, her knees pressed into Harry’s. She leaned forward so she was facing Harry head on. Nose inches from his nose. “This isn’t fighting for them. It’s foreplay,” Ginny said.

They both turned back to the couple. One of Hermione’s hands was flying throughout the air as she was explaining the unlikely ability that Nargles existed in London during the summertime, while her other hand was creeping slowly up Luna’s thigh. Luna for her part just stared dreamingly at Hermione.

“I think we should continue this debate at home, Mione,” Luna said.

Hermione’s cheeks turned pink, “We probably should. See you two later. Say bye to Won-Won and Lav-Lav for us!” Hermione said, tugging Luna towards the door.

“Subtle!” Ginny called after them.

“Hey,” Harry said, knees pressed up against hers again, “Sorry for insinuating that I’m better at Quidditch than you.”

Ginny reached forward and grabbed Harry’s hand on the table, “Thank you,” she said dramatically, “because we both know I am better than you.”

She expected Harry to throw his head back and laugh at her, but he kept her gaze, eyes sparkling at her. His thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. Ginny felt cornish pixies flutter in her stomach.

“I need a drink,” She said, standing immediately, making her way to the bar.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Her brain chanted at her. He is going to be your step brother in a month! She scolded herself.

But you aren’t related. Another part of her brain said. And there are many purebloods out their who have performed worse acts of incest than crushing on a soon-to-be stepsibling.

“You look thirsty. Can I buy you a drink?” A voice said, breaking her out of her internal battle. A man with sandy hair, brown eyes, not too much taller than her leaned ever so casually against the bar.

Ginny smiled at the stranger, “Yes, please.” He was a distraction. A perfect distraction from jet black hair, green eyes, and a toned abdomen that looked so brilliant in just a towel.

“I’m Jacob,” the man said, passing her a glass full of some smokey pink drink.

“Ginny.”

“Well, Ginny,” Jacob said, smiling at her, “Cheers!”

Ginny clinked her glass with Jacob’s and took a sip. Warmth of the drink flooded her senses. Her insides ignited, and when she looked back up at Jacob he was haloed in a warm glow.

He was more than the perfect distraction. Jacob was perfect.

She slowly brought her glass to her lips again to take another sip, but it was knocked out of her hands before she got the chance.

Harry stood next to her, eyes murderous. He was not looking at her, but rather he was glaring at Jacob.

“Hey what the fuck, man!” Jacob cried out. His voice sounded so regal. Ginny swooned at the sound.

Harry turned back to her, “Did you drink what he gave you?” He asked, voiced terrified.

“Yes,” She said, pushing past Harry, stepping closer to Jacob and his warmth. “Jacob is so sweet, and bought me a drink. So I drank it! He is so perfect.”

Harry stepped between her and Jacob, his back pressed against her. He lowered his head to look Jacob directly in the eye, “You better fuck off right now, and if you ever touch her again, it will be the last thing you ever do,” Harry said in a low voice.

Jacob got the hint and scurried off. Ginny tried to follow after him, but Harry grabbed her arm, pulling her close to his chest, “You’re coming with me.”

Ginny pulled her arm free from Harry’s grasp, “But I don’t want to!”

In one fluid motion, Harry swooped Ginny up and over his shoulder and carried her out of the bar. Her face smacked directly into his arse.

“You. Are. An. Arse!” Ginny shouted, emphasizing each word.

“An arse that just saved yours,” Harry grunted, shifting Ginny’s weight.

"I already have six older brothers to be overprotective, I don't need another one!” Ginny shouted, kicking her legs against Harry, trying to break free.

"Good thing I don't want you to treat me like a brother,” Harry retorted.

Ginny’s legs stilled, “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” Harry replied shortly.

Ginny lifted her head so she wasn’t staring at Harry’s backside. Diagon Alley was empty at this time of night, the only lights coming from the Leaky Cauldron and the dim street lamps of Knockturn Alley. The sound of Harry’s footsteps on the cobblestone echoed through the night.

Harry stopped, shifting Ginny so he could pull his wand out of his pocket. He tapped his wand in a pattern on the brick, unlocking the door.

“Why the fuck are we here?” Ginny asked.

“Because,” Harry grunted, carrying her through the door to Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes, “That dickhead gave you a love potion that he likely got from your brothers. Which means, your brothers also likely have the antidote.”

Ginny wriggled, trying to break free from Harry’s grasp. “He did not give me a love potion! You’re just jealous because he has perfect sandy hair and warm brown eyes and all you have is night-black hair and stupidly, bright green eyes.”

Suddenly, her world turned upside down as Harry threw her off his shoulder and onto the ground.

“Stay.”

Harry turned his back to her, heading over to the WonderWitch area of the store, searching for the love potion antidote that she did not need. Slowly, she got to her feet, planning to make a break for it back to Jacob. Her world came crashing back down as she landed face first on the filthy floor.

Her brothers really should mop.

Rope bound tightly around her ankles preventing her from running. She used her arms to pull herself up. Maybe she could hop to Jacob. Rope flew across the room, binding her hands together too.

“Let me go!” Ginny shouted at Harry.

“Only after you drink this,” Harry replied, a tiny vial of liquid in his hands. Lover’s Antidote written in cursive font on the front.

Ginny tightly closed her lips, shaking her head no.

“Ginny, please,” Harry begged.

She stuttered for a second, wanting to make Harry happy. Then she remembered that he wanted her to stop trying to go after Jacob and she did not like that. With her bound hands, she tried pushing herself up, but Harry was quicker than she was. He wrestled her down, straddled her hips, keeping her pressed to the ground.

“Open,” Harry said.

Ginny did, opening her mouth wide for him, tilting her chin and arching her back up. She didn’t understand why in this position, with Harry’s weight pressed into her, that she would listen to him. That she would forget about what's-his-name, and her only thoughts being Harry.

With shaking hands, Harry tipped the potion down her throat, and she swallowed. Slowly, her senses cooled, and her wit returned.

“That fucker love-potioned me.”

Harry choked out a sound, halfway between a sigh of relief and laughter. “Good to have you back, Gin,” Harry said, grinning down at her.

Ginny smiled back up at him, shifting her hips underneath him, trying to find some relief under the weight of him. She stilled when she felt something very hard, that could not possibly be his wand, because that was secured firmly in his right hand.

Harry’s eyes widened, but he did not move off of her.

Slowly, Ginny rocked her hips up to meet him, daring him to make the next move. Either off of her and pretend this never happened or to thrust back into her. He hesitated a moment, but then Harry placed his arms balanced on either side of her, and rocked back into Ginny.

A shaky breath escaped her lips at the friction.

“So, do you tie up all of the girls you shag?” Ginny asked, big, brown eyes batting up at him.

Harry’s hand moved to Ginny’s tied up hands, pinning them above her head. “Only the girls that misbehave.” Harry leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “Do you promise to behave, Gin?” Harry asked, thrusting into her again.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Good girl.” He twirled his wand, wordlessly untying the ropes from her wrists and ankles.

And then his lips crashed to hers. Hands exploring every inch of her body. His weight fully pressed on top of her now.

Her hands were shaking from holding back from him. She finally admitted to herself that she didn’t want him like a brother. She wanted him for so much more. And now she couldn’t hold back. Her hands were in his hair, and then under his shirt, and then undoing his belt. Needing every part of him.

Harry wasn’t careful with her. Leaving bruises along her jawline with his tongue. He found the hem of her shirt and yanked it off of her, uncaring if it ripped coming off. Hands immediately found the clasp of her bra, freeing her.

“Merlin, your tits are even better than I imagined,” Harry groaned, mouth licking down her sternum.

Ginny arched herself into him as his tongue circled her nipple. “You dream about this often?”

Harry came back up so his face was even with hers, “Every fucking day, Weasley.”

His lips met hers once again. “I think about you when we fly together and the way your arse looks bent over the broom,” His hand grabbed her bum for emphasis. “I think about you in the shower with me, your tits all sudsy with soap,” Harry said, kissing her breasts once again. “I think about you as I lie in my bed awake at night. Wondering how you taste,” he voiced, barely above a whisper.

Excruciatingly slow, Harry pulled off her pants. He kissed the inside of her thigh, working his way back up before going over to the other thigh.

“Harry. Please,” Ginny moaned out.

“Anything for you,” Harry said, before diving in.

His tongue worked inside of her, hands tightly holding her hips in place. She felt warmth build as his tongue expertly worked on her clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” She chanted.

A long finger teased her entrance before plunging inside her. She needed him to finish her off, and she was so close to crossing that line. His fingers move quickly, pushing her closer to the edge, one she so desperately wants to be thrown over. He carried her up to the peak and pushed her over with one word.

“Come.”

Suddenly, she was free-falling, tossed right over her edge into a blissful oblivion.

Harry worked his way back up to her, leaving a trail of kisses as he went.

“Tasted better than I imagined,” he said into her lips.

Ginny pulled him into a crushing kiss. Heat pooling in her gut again. She pulled away, and stared into his green eyes, now dark with lust.

“I need you.”

Harry stood to pull off his pants. Ginny crawled over to him, kneeling before his length. She kissed the inside of his thigh before licking the underside of his dick. She stood, meeting Harry in a fierce kiss.

He picked her up in a fluid motion, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He set her down on the front counter. It was cold on her arse, but she could not care because Harry was teasing her entrance with his penis. Gradually, he entered her, inch by inch, filling her up.

“Fuck,” Harry cried out.

Ginny agreed with her entire being. With every thrust, Ginny saw stars. A galaxy of constellations blurred her vision as she felt herself being pulled closer and closer to the edge again.

“Fuck, you fuck good,” Ginny moaned. Her heels pulled him impossibly deeper inside her. Her hands wrapped around his strong shoulders and her fingernails leaving scratches down his back.

Harry let out a string of curses under his breath. His thrusts picked up speed, and Ginny knew that she would crash in any second. Harry’s fingers found her clit again, and with the increased pressure and deep thrust, she was gone. Exploding like a star, she came hard.

With a few more thrusts, Harry followed her cue.

Ginny smiled up at him, “Come here,” she said, pulling Harry’s face to kiss her breathless. Harry’s lips eagerly met hers. With time, the kisses turned more lazy before they finally pulled away.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Harry said, breathless above her.

Ginny let out an uncharacteristic giggle, “You’re amazing.”

Harry let out a laugh that made Ginny’s entire insides curl with pleasure. “Here,” Harry said, offering her shirt back.

“Just so you know,” Ginny said, pulling her shirt over her head, “I realized, I’ve been thinking about this almost every day too.”

Harry nearly tripped pulling his pants back on, “Really?”

“Really,” Ginny reassured, sliding off of the counter.

“So what should I call you now? My fuck-buddy? My boyfriend? My brother?” Ginny teased.

Harry cringed, “Maybe not that last one.” He spun her around so she was facing him again.

“Definitely, not the last one,” Ginny said before kissing him again.

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