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themermaidsdragon · 9 months

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The Malfoy and the Half-blood

Warnings; Oral Sex,Ice Play,Consensual Underage Sex,Body Worship,Hurt/Comfort,Fluff,Public Sex

Summary:

After there last intimate session Calenhad must find a way to make sure Daisy doesn't get pregnant. Will he run out of time? Probably.

Notes:

In this chapter of Calenhad and Daisy, can Calenhad survive later when he has to confess to what he had done? Thanks for reading :)

Chapter 4: An Attempt was made At Least

Calenhad was scrambling to find a potion, for the past three days he was trying to figure out a way to acquire a potion or spell to prevent her from getting pregnant! He couldn’t go to the school nurse, she would rat him out immediately, he couldn’t go to his mother, she would kill him, and he certainly couldn’t just go out and purchase something in public, someone would for sure catch him! So, he goes to his last resort… going to his brother for help… He goes to Laurel and pulls him into his room “Laurel… I have a huge problem and I need your help…” he said, and Laurel raised a brow “Why in the world would I help you? I don’t like you…” he responded. Calenhad groaned “Laurel please! I accidentally… look I need a pregnancy prevention potion or spell or something to prevent Daisy from… you get the gist; can you please help me!?” he exclaimed. Laurel gave him a look, his signature smirk on his face now “Let me get this straight… you want me to potentially ruin my reputation by acquiring a potion for you because you forgot to pull out on time?” he asked him in a condescending tone “You must be out of your damn mind” he laughed and Calenhad’s shoulders slumped. Laurel chuckled “Why not make a Polyjuice potion and go get the potion as someone else?” he suggested “Of course, you don’t want to get caught making it…” he smirked and Calenhad looked at him and smiled “T-thanks Laurel!” he exclaimed and ran off. Laurel smirked… without the proper ingredients and tools it would take him at least a month to brew the potion…this would be quite fun to watch… ~time skip~ Calenhad was slaving over this Polyjuice potion for 3 weeks…he didn’t know it would be this hard to make… he looked tired. Walking back to his room he bumped into Daisy in the hall “D-Daisy! Don’t worry I figured out a way to get you the potion! I just need a little more time and then we’ll be in the clear!” he smiled, and Daisy glared at him with tears in her eyes “Too late asshole!” she exclaimed and ran off.

Calenhad stood there wide eyed trying to comprehend what she just said…” Too…late?” he repeated… walking back to his dorm room he sat on his bed and tried to think of what he could possibly say or do to make it up to Daisy. I mean, his family was rich so it’s not like they couldn’t afford it, and he knew he loved Daisy and wanted to be with her, but he also knew she had wanted to become a nurse after graduating… and having a baby would certainly ruin that plan… he sighed, he had to talk to her.

There would only be a few places Daisy would be the potions class, the library, study hall, or the greenhouse. She wasn’t in the first three places, so he went to the greenhouse, and there she was sniffling as she was pruning a dittany plant. Calenhad frowned “Daisy?” he gently called out to her, and she glared “I tried too y’know… I am excellent with potions, but I couldn’t find anything to help me prevent… this…and now… God what am I gonna tell my parents?!” she cried covering her face, it killed him to see her cry… especially when he knew he was the cause. “Daisy, I-I promise I’ll stay with you, I will take care of both of you. I’m a Malfoy Daisy, my future is guaranteed essentially, I’ll get a good paying job in no time and- “Daisy suddenly cut him off. “You think I’m worried about that?!” she cried “Cal, I’m 17, still in school, and i'll have a baby bump for all our classmates to see before the end of the year! I will be humiliated! Not to mention how upset my parents will be! Can you imagine how they will react?!” she covered her face and wept “I'll have to put everything I planned on hold for this baby…” Calenhad frowned, guilt filling his stomach “I’ll take responsibility Daisy, I’ll talk to your parents… maybe we can even see if you can complete your schooling privately? Or if you want, we could always… not have the baby…” he said dancing around the subject of abortion, but Daisy swiftly shook her head “No Cal… I don’t want that…I know you will do everything you can I just…” she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair “This just isn’t the most ideal situation”. Calenhad came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, gently kissing her ear “Can you ever forgive me Daisy?” he asked with his gorgeous blue eyes looking at her with a pleading look. Daisy bit her lip and tried to stay stern “Cal I…”' she huffed and tried to stand firm. Calenhad smiled and began to kiss her neck, Daisy immediately knew what he was doing “Oh no you don’t Cal” she said trying to pull away. Cal chuckled a bit “What’s the big deal Daisy? Not like I can get you pregnant twice, besides, everyone is at lunch right now… we won’t get caught” he purred and gently nipped her ear. Calenhad kisses her neck softly, down to her shoulder blade while his hands move to the front of her to unbutton her shirt. "Don't worry by the end of this you will forgive me." he says in a low growl into her ear. "I find it funny how certain you are of that." "Oh, I'm very certain of it." he says with a smirk as he throws her shirt on the ground. He unclasped her bra letting it fall with her shirt to the side and moved his hands to her breasts massaging them. Daisy grips the table slightly in front of her as he begins to play with her nipples pinching and twisting them until she lets out a small moan in response. "Cal…what if someone comes in here. We would need to be quiet. I don’t want another bathroom situation like bef-" Daisy says, starting to push his hands away.

Calenhad allows her to push his hands away, and Daisy sighs with relief for a moment that he finally listened. Before she could bend down to pick up her clothes though she feels a hand start to gently crawl up her leg and under her skirt. "Cal! I just told yo-" "ssssshhhhhh Daisy relax. I locked the door and if you would just stop talking no one would know. I can be quiet.” Calenhad says proceeding to go up her skirt and gently rubbing the outer part of her entrance through her panties. Daisy quickly grips the table again. "Mmm how am I supposed to be quiet if you keep doing things like that?!" Daisy protests. Calenhad brings his other hand up to her mouth and puts his two fingers in. "There, how bout you suck on those to get them ready. That will keep you quiet for a bit." Calenhad says in a low tone into her ear. Daisy does what she is told and begins to suck on them while he gently plays around with the outside of her clit. Her legs begin to squeeze together with the anticipation, but Calenhad quickly shoves his legs in-between her legs so she can't. "Mmmm don’t do that. Don’t you want me inside of you again?" he says as he removes his fingers from her mouth. He brings his hand to her clit and shoves his two fingers inside her. Daisy moans loud and with his other hand that was playing with her he quickly covers her mouth. "I knew you wanted me inside you. You are already so wet for me already, and I've hardly even done anything to you yet." he says with cockiness in his tone.

Daisy starts to grind her ass into him behind her as he moves his fingers in and out. She can feel his cock more and more as she does. Calenhad removes his fingers from her and lifts up her skirt so he can really get a view of what she is doing to him. He unzips his pants and lets his erect cock out to start lining up with her. Daisy brings her hand underneath her to direct it into her wet entrance, as she does Calenhad inserts himself as soon as he is there. "Mmmm you feel so good right now." he says. Daisy holds the table to keep herself stable, so she doesn’t hit her body against it. Calenhad grips her hips as she matches his motion. He can feel her getting tight around him now. "C-Cal I'm so close." "Me too." he says, pushing into her one last time as they both cum together.

Calenhad pulls out of her and turns her around. He grabs her hips and lifts her on the table to sit. "What are yo-" Daisy says before getting cut off by a hand on her mouth again. "Shh, you are the one who said we need to be quiet. You aren't very good at listening to your own rules now, are you?" he says with a smirk. Daisy narrows her eyes at him. "Now I told you I was going to make it up to you."

Calenhad pushes her legs apart and kneels down to her legs. He slowly starts kissing up her leg and under her skirt. Daisy lifts her skirt up to grip the top of his hair as he gently begins kissing near her entrance. He bites right next to it making Daisy let out a small sound in response. Daisy could feel her core tighten as he licked the front of her entrance softly. His tongue began to enter her, and she gripped his hair harder. Calenhad brings his hand to her clit to play with the outside while his tongue moves around in and out of her. "F-fuck! Cal! I think I'm already close. " Daisy says, tightening her legs around him. He picked up his pace and Daisy felt herself getting super warm as she released all in his mouth. Calenhad takes the time to lick her clean before standing back up to her level. "Soooooooo am I forgiven?" He says with a smile. Daisy kisses him and looks at him. "No, not even close. If my parents handle the news well, then maybe." she says and then kisses him again. "You are right though I did enjoy it."

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bwbatta · 3 years

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six - confessions

Abstract: Draco and you are just friends so doing him a favour and pretending to be his girlfriend wouldn’t effect your friendship right?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst

Word count: 2960

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one, turn it upp! ...I won’t lie, i’ve been putting off writing this purely because I don’t want to stop writing this. Anyway, the final part is finally here and I’m so happy to be sharing it with you all!

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 5

Draco signed his name quickly and looked back at the letter he’d written. It was simple enough to get his point across, yet the repercussions from sending this could be huge.

The blonde heir was adamant though. If this is what it took, then he would gladly accept whatever consequences came his way. He could figure it out, he always did.

Taking a breath in to help stabilise his thoughts and nerves, he quickly put his quill down before he wrote anything else that wasn’t needed. Reading it through once more, he made sure his words were enough for now.

Father,

I apologise for not responding sooner to your previous letter, I was at a loss for a while as to what to write.

I understand our family values and as much as I uphold them for our family’s benefit, my relationship or any of my relationships are my choice. Whilst she is not pureblood, she is not muggleborn either and both of her parents have magic, which is why I ask you to at the very least consider giving Y/N a chance.

With respect, I will not determine my relationship on your opinions, especially since you haven’t met her.

You understand there aren’t many things I would go against you on, but this is something I feel particularly strongly about.

Regards,

Draco

Nodding his head, he quickly folded the letter and attached it to his family’s owl. With a screech, the bird took off.

All Draco could do now was wait.

“Please?! You’re the best person at charms that I know, you would be my favourite person on earth?!”

“Blaise-”

“Y/N please, Flitwick might push for me to be kicked out of Hogwarts if I don’t pass this test”

You snorted unattractively as you walked down the corridor, arms riddled with books. On your way to the Herbology greenhouses for your afternoon lesson, you were blitzed by Blaise who had been trying to convince you for the last five minutes to help him write his essay which was due in a couple days time.

Blaise and you had nearly made it into the greenhouses when Professor Sprout stopped him at the door.

“You’re not in my class today Mr Zabini, I suggest you get heading towards your own class before you’re late.”

The elder witch gave him a stern look to which he smiled at, trying to lower her strict exterior.

“I just need to talk to Y/N about something really important really quickly, Professor. It’ll only take a minute?”

“No” she rolled her eyes at the boy, “you can do that in your own time.”

“But, Professor-”

“No buts Zabini-”

“Alright Blaise, I’ll do it” you finally caved, seeing as the boy would most likely be reduced to ash from Sprout’s harsh stare otherwise.

“Astronomy tower, 8pm?”

“Wait-”

“Okay bye!”

Without another word he turned and rushed off back inside the castle, heading to whatever his next lesson was, leaving you partially annoyed, partially awkward at the look Sprout was now sending you.

“Inside” she cocked her head towards the doorway and with a defeated look you headed into the greenhouse.

You hadn’t been back to the Astronomy tower, despite classes, since that fight between Draco and you and you weren’t too keen on returning. Blaise however, had given you no choice in the matter as you probably wouldn’t see him until that time you’d agreed to meet. This meant you’d have to suck up your anxieties about the tower and get over yourself.

If only it were that easy.

Your free period was rather quiet today you reckoned but you couldn’t put your finger on why it was so quiet?

The twins weren’t around and neither were Harry and Ron, yet that was normal since you were studying in the library with Hermione. Though Hermione didn’t really talk much when you two studied, something still felt off.

Not to mention the other thing which was bothering you was how Blaise acted earlier? He was normally the most relaxed person you knew, but his earlier rushed and fretted actions also seemed wrong.

You snorted at the thought in your head; imagine if he was trying to set you back up with Draco at the astronomy tower later?!

Another sigh left your lips as you continued to try and figure out what else felt off. Hermione’s eyes darted from the essay she was writing to you sat opposite her.

“Is there something bothering you?”

You met her stare awkwardly and shrugged slightly.

“I don’t know, does something feel off to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s too quiet, you know? I can’t put my finger on what it is though.”

“Maybe it’s because that blonde tumour isn't attached to your side anymore?!” Hermione snorted as she turned back to her work, leaving you staring at her with an unreadable expression.

Ignoring the remark of how the witch had described Draco, she was right in the way that he did used to surprise you while you were studying.

Was that it? You were missing him being near you?

You hadn’t really spoken to the Malfoy, only small comments in class when you were next to each other but apart from that, he wasn’t constantly next to you anymore and that bothered you.

You had to admit you did like fake dating Draco, but that was over, it was a joke, a favour, nothing more. So why the hell would you accept anything to go back to him annoying you, him being at your side constantly, or his arm around you 90% of the time?

Then you froze.

You knew exactly why.

Holy shit, you loved him. Like actually loved him.

Slowly starting to freak yourself out, you sat back in your chair as your mind whirred around that fact.

He’s Draco.

He’s one of your best friends and now everything was so messed up because he’s Draco.

Stubborn, bratty, arrogant Draco.

Who likes Draco?!

And then it hits you again. You do, you really really do.

Because he’s Draco.

Because he cares about you and would do anything for you. Just like you’d do anything for him. He might be stubborn, but so are you. He might be bratty and spoilt because of his parents, but he actively spoils you just because he can. And he might be arrogant to everyone else, but you know how humble he could be and acts around you. His reaction after you opened your Christmas present proved that enough.

Holy shit.

These feelings are going to ruin whatever’s between you, friendship or not, because how the hell could you keep this to yourself? How the hell could you not tell him you loved him?

The only thing was... you were the second person to ask yourself that today.

Draco paced in the tower, a letter held tightly in his hand as he waited for you to show up. Guaranteed it wasn't 8pm yet, but he was still so anxious for when you did actually turn up. Were you going to turn up?

A lot of things had flown through his mind today, some putting him on edge as to whether his plan to get you back would work, yet nothing had made him as anxious as when the letter arrived from his father earlier that day.

It was slightly wrinkled now from how much he had fiddled with it in his hands and with a frown, Draco tucked it back into his pocket, forcing himself to take a long breath as he did so and run his hands nervously through his hair.

Not even a moment passed before he heard the door below slam shut and your footsteps approach. A brief flash of panic flew through his body like he’d been electrocuted, what if this was a bad idea? What if you didn’t want him like he wanted you and he would just look like a complete idiot?

All the thoughts in his head however vanished as soon as you reached the top step and your eyes locked on his.

Neither of you said anything at first and the silence was almost deafening.

“Fucking Blaise,” you rolled your eyes at yourself. “Earlier I bet myself he’d do something like this.”

“It was actually my idea”

“...I see”

“Surprised?”

You snorted

“No.” You hid your grin at the look of offence present on his face, “I knew one of you would come up with something like this. I had my money on Blaise as he was the one I spoke to earlier. Despite how much you love being mysterious and complicated Draco, you’re like an open book to me.”

The wizard let out a snort, he had a feeling she would figure something was up. They really did know each other well.

The silence stilted in the air again and felt heavy despite the fresh air surrounding them.

You looked down, avoiding the blue eyes that watched you. Despite being in love with him, you had no idea what to actually say to him. Luckily he took the lead.

“It was really stupid.”

You frowned, before you forced yourself to glance towards him, eyes catching on how he was looking at you.

“What was?”

“The fact we thought we could pretend and fake an entire relationship with no consequences.”

You didn’t say anything.

“I mean let’s be honest,” Draco scoffed a laugh, “we really thought that everything would go back to how it was before? That was stupid. Also the fact that the whole ‘having a fake girlfriend’ thing wasn’t really working for me.”

He paused to assess your reaction for a moment before continuing on.

“We were great as a fake couple, sure. We were also great at being friends, I mean... that was before I kissed you and fell in love with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the confession. A smile grew faintly on his face as he took in your reaction. After realising you weren’t going to bolt, he took a couple steps closer until he stood right before you, his toes almost touching your own.

“This whole fake dating thing was so stupid in so many ways except for one; how it made me realise how much I genuinely want to be your boyfriend.”

Draco shrugged sightly like it was no big deal, but inside he had to remind his lungs to work.

Why hadn’t you said anything yet? Maybe because he can’t stop his mouth from talking? Should he stop talking? His mouth opened again before he could stop himself.

“I want you. I want us. But I want it for real, not some half-assed, pathetic excuse of relationship which is all just an act and makes us question where we stand with each other.”

His voice lowered to a whisper but you heard him perfectly.

“Draco... I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“You do?”

“Yes, but I can’t help the fact that I’m not a pureblood and your parents won’t accept me-”

“Wait, okay, hold on.”

Digging his hand into his pocket, he fished out the crumpled letter and attempted to flatten it out slightly.

“I sent my father a letter in response the one you read the other day and I got this back earlier today. Just... just read it.”

He held the letter out at you with such a serious expression causing you to frown, you took it from him wondering what was in it. Opening the parchment, your eyes immediately flicked back to the blonde once more, only to find him watching your every movement.

“Draco,

I don’t believe you understand the seriousness of what you’re asking from your mother and I. You have a duty to this family to uphold and despite the notion that you wouldn’t disobey me with much, this is still a vital factor of those duties.

Nevertheless, you expressed your seriousness for this girl, coupled with your mother’s bickering about at least meeting her, I will give you one chance. We will meet her if she values the seriousness and significance of our values. If she does not however, then you will end whatever you have with her.

You understand in the near future, things will change. You need to be as prepared as possible.

Regards,

Lucius Malfoy”

You read the letter once through, then twice, then once more. Your mind was in a flurry at the words, taking them in and the weight they held. Draco’s parents had agreed to give you a chance, however it came with a price and one you were in two minds about taking.

On one hand, you could be with Draco and support him through whatever hell was coming your way, as long as you abided by their blood purity mania, which, if Harry was right, meant Voldemort. On the other hand, it meant not having the Malfoy boy in your life.

Your eyes finally left the words and flicked back up to meet Draco’s own. His expression was unreadable as he waited for your reaction.

“Well, that’s intense”

“You can’t really expect anything less from my father.”

“I gathered that.”

Your eyes landed on the elder Malfoy’s name once more and you bit your lip slightly.

“I said once I would be willing to get mixed up in this for you, and I stand by it, Draco. I don’t know whatever's going to happen in the future but I know I want you by my side through it.”

“I can’t ask you to do that-“

“You’re not asking me, I’m telling you I want you and I’ll do whatever it takes to be at your side.”

“Y/N-”

“Draco, I love you, let me do this for you. I can play whoever your parents want me to be.”

Draco didn’t say anything more but stared at you with a half smile on his face. Your eyebrows knitted together as you caught sight of it, not really sure where the expression came from. Talking about faking your views on blood purity and Voldemort wasn’t really a cause for smiling.

“What?”

“Say it again?”

“Say what again?”

“You love me.”

You realised then. You’d told him you loved him in amidst all that but you hadn't even realised it. Well, that’s one way to admit it.

“I love you,” you said with no hesitation as a smile grew on your own face. “I want you, for real. No fake relationship, just us.”

As quick as you’d finished speaking, Draco’s lips were on yours. It was chaotic, unscripted and messy, but it was real.

Your hands slid to the back of his head, fingers burying themselves in his hair as his hands gripped your waist tightly, pressing you to him. He kissed you with such passion you swore your heart stopped for a split second.

How the hell had you both faked this for so long?!

Taking a break, he pulled away but rested his forehead on yours, not wanting too much distance.

“If you’re all in Y/N, so am I. I’ll protect you with my life, you may’ve been my friend first, but you’re everything to me now.”

His lips pressed against yours again, much softer this time like he was trying to memorise and convince himself you were really there. That this was really happening.

“Draco Malfoy, I’m all in.”

You were surprised the next day for two reasons.

One; for how many people had actually bet on Draco’s and your relationship. George got his five galleons back from Fred again after the news reached them. He happily took the money from his brother before lifting his glass to you from across the hall in thanks.

Both Crabbe and Goyle owed Blaise 10 galleons, though you supposed he had an unfair advantage, (not that you’d tell the duo).

But the second thing which surprised you was the letter you received at lunch from the headmaster himself.

Dumbledore had barely even looked in your direction, let alone spoken to you personally, so the note you got from him asking to meet him in his office later spiked your anxiety.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Hermione shrugged before lowering her voice to a whisper. “It’s probably something to do with the DA or Umbridge.”

“Hermione, I didn’t even think he knew I existed, now he’s asking me to come have a chat?”

“Just go, you’ll never know otherwise and you’ll keep fretting.”

The rest of your day passed quickly and you found yourself before the headmaster’s office later that evening. Taking another quick look at the note in your hand, scribbled at the bottom was a comment about him liking sherbet lemons which stuck out to you.

“Sherbet lemons?”

The gargoyle surprised you by jumping out the way, opening up the staircase to you. Without another thought, you climbed the stairs and knocked on the wooden door.

“Come in.”

Pushing the door open, Dumbledore turned to face you as you entered the room. With a smile, he greeted you and offered you the seat opposite him as he took his own.

Sitting, your knee started to bounce while your anxiety kicked in wondering what the hell was going on.

“Y/N- can I call you Y/N? Relax, you’re not in any trouble at all, don’t worry.”

“Can I ask then, why am I here sir?”

“Well, I actually have a job for you if you’re interested? I understand you’re in a unique position where you’re willing to do anything possible to be with the young Mr Malfoy.”

You immediately frowned, how the hell did he know that?!

“What kind of job?”

“A job to join the Order of the Phoenix. I want you to act as a spy for me within Voldemort’s ranks.”

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹: imagine-all-the-fandoms said:

Hey you 💕 I’m so in love with your imagines, you’re a great writer! I hope it’s okay to send smth in as well ☺️ a Bucky one for where you’re crushing each other and head to a mission together in the snowy mountains where you get trapped by a storm in a cute cabin. First he’s all shy around you but in the end it’s all cute as he makes a little fire and shares his clothes to keep you warm which also leads to cuddling and finally sharing a kiss and even some loving smut when you finally admit your feelings ?

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Smut, 18+, Fluff, friends to lovers, shy Bucky, fluff, did I mention fluff? Plant stuff? you’re kinda like that bitch from sky high lol

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You were walking from the greenhouse/garden room holding a small plant when you bumped into a much larger figure, accidentally dropping said plant.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” the voice said.

“It’s ok. I’m sorr-” you stopped.

The person was Bucky and under his big black boot was your little baby plant that you were taking to your room to nurse. You stared at him with a shocked and upset look on your face and Bucky stepped back to see the poor plant squished on the floor.

Wanda was a bystander and rushed over to help clean up. She used her powers and mended the plant pot back together but the poor bud was still wilted.

“Are you guys ok?” Wanda asked, handing you the pot with the wilted plant.

“You squished my plant,” you said monotonously.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky said, panicked.

You playfully shook your head in disappointment trying your hardest to burst into giggles. It was ok because it’s what you do. You did… plant stuff. You weren’t exactly sure what your abilities were but you did know that you worked with plants very well.

You looked down at the bud and softly blew. Sage green magic circled the plant and life went back into the little sprout. Bucky’s panicked expression softened as he watched you use your magic. The way you smiled when the plant came back to life. That proud smile you had on made him smile too.

“There. All better,” you looked back Bucky.

“All better,” he repeated with a smile.

“Hey, Y/n. Bucky,” Steve called you from down the hall.

“What’s up?”

“Fury needs you two in the conference room, says he’s got a mission for you two,” Steve walked away after he informed you both.

“Lead the way darling,” Bucky gestured his hand forward.

“Ah, you’re here. Why do you have a plant in your hand?”

“Bucky squished my flower under his boot,” you said.

“It was an accident,” Bucky mumbled.

“Moving on. I have a mission for you both in the alps. Some thugs are trading alien plant life so I need you,” he pointed to you, “to collect some samples for Tony and Bruce and Bucky will be there to protect you. If any plants die or get frozen you know what to do.”

You were plenty capable to handle yourself but you’ve never had to do so in the snow. You generally stuck to warmer and sunnier places when it came to missions. Bucky was pretty used to the snow so he knows to survive better in case you get stuck; but that won’t happen obviously.

“Wheels up in 30.”

You got to hide out and you were sort of struggling considering you had maybe seven layers of clothes on. You felt like a big puffy marshmallow waddling your way to the crime scene. The mission was somewhat successful, Bucky had really done all the work fighting and you just ran around tying up bad guys with vines and holding little seedlings in your pockets.

All was going until it didn’t. The wind picked up quickly and snow started thrashing around you and the others. You were fighting on the side of a hill, well Bucky was. You were still running around trying not to get shot. There was rumbling and the ground shook under you. You looked at Bucky who had taken down someone and his face held fear and concern.

“Run!” he yelled.

“Where!” you started running anyhow.

“Follow me, doll!”

You tried your best to run through heavy snow and with many many layers of clothes on you but it was becoming a struggle. Especially running against the wind made it a challenge on its own. Bucky was far ahead of you but thankfully turned back to grab your hand effectively dragging you alongside him running from the tumbling snow chasing after you.

“Think you get us above ground? Maybe a tree? Rock platforms?” Bucky shouted, still running with his arm up to prevent snow and ice from getting in his eyes.

“The snow’s too thick and the wind is too strong,” you shouted back.

“I’m sorry,” you shouted shakily.

Before Bucky could respond the snowfall did a hiccup before finally settling within feet of you and Bucky. You two were exhausted and if you had to run any further, you’d probably be consumed by snow because you barely had any energy left in you to keep running.

The wind was still harsh and the snow fell rapidly making it almost impossible to see even 5 feet in front of you.

“We should find shelter,” Bucky said close to your face. Your nose was nearly numb from the cold and the warmth from Bucky’s proximity made it almost feel like it was burning.

“I’m just following you,” you said with tired eyes.

After what felt like hours of walking you were practically dragging your feet and legs across the thick snow. The blankets of snow glistened beautiful and sparkled under the sun. despite the sun now being out the weather was still almost unbearably cold. Your body still shook from the chill.

“You know, I’ve never liked winter. It was always so plain and boring with all the snow. And it’s so fucking cold; I’d rather be laying in the sun in a meadow. But this,” you circled your arms and twirled, “This is beautiful.”

“You what’s even more beautiful?” Bucky held your hand.

“What?” you said shyly.

“That cabin up ahead,” he smirked, and you smacked his chest.

“Well then, come on. I’m still freezing my butt off, and surely the seedlings in my pocket are frozen too,” you started treading the snow, grunting every step.

You got inside after a few tugs because the lock was practically frozen shut. The cabin was seemingly abandoned, else the hosts would certainly be surprised. Nonetheless, Bucky searched the house for anything to give you warmth. You stood in the living room area of the cabin awaiting instructions from Bucky since he seemed to know what he was doing.

“Hey, doll. It looks like this place’s got two fireplaces. One here and in the master bedroom. Take your pick.”

“How long will be here?” you asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve hardly got any signal to send an alert.”

“That means we’ll probably spend the night. We should use the bedroom.”

“You can use the bedroom. I set a fire in the fireplace there, and then I’ll set one up out here for me when you’re taken care of,” he said.

“I thought we were sharing the room,” you mumbled, feeling embarrassed. See you had this little, itty, bitty, tiny crush on the fellow. But how could you not? He was perfect! You certainly weren’t going to waste the opportunity to share a bed with the guy if you ‘had to’.

“Let’s get you taken care of,” he smiled softly.

You walked to the back room where the master bedroom was and it was beautiful. The bed was disassembled, the mattress was leaning to the side on the wall and the bed frame was taken apart. Bucky moved the bedframe to the side and flopped the mattress down to the floor.

“Let me check for any blankets in this place,” Bucky ran off.

You looked around and walked into the connected bathroom. To your absolute surprise there were small plants, unfortunately dead, and pots filled with dried out and chalky dirt. You could work with that.

You picked them up and took them to the bed. You sat on the mattress and placed the pots in front of you on the floor at your feet. You pulled out the frozen seedlings and plants and placed each one in their own pot.

That same sage green magic circled your hands and traveled to the pots where the dirt grew damp and the seedlings grew into buds. You smiled to yourself before looking up, eyes meeting Bucky’s who watched you with a grin on his face.

“It’s amazing what you do,” he said holding a bunch of blankets.

“It’s nothing.”

“No-” he was interrupted from the branches of the trees right outside the room baniging against the window hard.

“Oh no. storm’s picking up again,” Bucky mumbled.

“Are we gonna be ok?” you asked.

“”We’ll be fine. Now are you hurt?”

“Just cold,” you whispered.

“Ok if you feel uncomfortable let me know and I’ll leave you ok?” you nodded.

“I need you to take your layers off until you reach your thermal.”

You zipped down your snow jacket that was incredibly wet from all the snow from outside. Next was a layer of your snow pants after you took your snow boots off, which were also wet; both the pants and boots.

Bucky helped you with the rest of your layers under you simply wore a thermal and your undergarments underneath. Your body was shaking still and the fire still wasn’t on yet.

“Here are all the blankets I could find. Warm yourself up while I turn on the fireplace,” Bucky walked outside to gather some stumps of wood that were conveniently stacked next to the front door. He came back with a rock and banged it against his metal hand to create sparks which thankfully successfully lit the fire.

“Are you feeling ok?” he asked shyly.

“Sort of, but the fire’s going so I think I’ll feel better very soon,” you responded.

Bucky was about to leave you and make his own fire in the living room when you stopped him.

“Buck, you don’t have to leave,” you said.

“Thought I’d give you some privacy,” he responded.

“I don’t need privacy, besides the fire’s already made. Just stay here,” you scooted on the bed for him to sit.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Come sit,” you smiled and patted the spot next to you.

He sat with you very closely and you feel his body heat radiating off his body like a heater. He asked if it was ok if he got rid of wet clothes too and you let him. When he took his last layer off he accidentally lifted his thermal shirt with it exposing his lower stomach. The muscle of his abdominals surprised you and you couldn’t help but oogle.

Bucky’s cheeks grew red and not from the cold. You two sat in silence. Your body was still trembling slightly and bucky wanted to help you. He just didn’t know if you;d be comfortable with the particular survival tactic.

“I don’t want to upset you or make you uncomfortable but body heat and skin to skin contact is the most effective way to warm the body.

“Bucky, are you making a move on me?” you giggled.

“Uh no- sorry I, uh I-”

“I’m just teasing,” you smiled.

“I want to help you,” he whispered.

“Ok.”

Bucky moved away slightly and reached for the bottom of your shirt hesitantly looking to you for permission of which you granted. Your arms came up and the thermal slowly peeled off of your cold body. You were simply left in a bra and your arms covered yourself in coldness and also slight insecurity.

Bucky also took his thermal off and tossed it to the side. Your eyes trained on his torso littered with little scars and bruises that made you want to reach out and hold him. He leaned back on the mattress and lifted his hips to remove his thermal pants and then looked back to you to make sure you were still ok.

You stood up and quickly discarded your pants as well as seeing Bucky turn his away from seeing you undress; which made your heart warm at his manners. When you were done you sat back down much closer to Bucky this time.

His arms wrapped around you and both your legs hitched over his thighs as you curled into him. His body was so hot, figuratively and literally. Your body instantly warmed up against his hardened muscles. You stayed this way while the fire burned and Bucky told you stories about him and Steve back in the 40s before everything happened.

There was a moment of silence that settled between you and you looked into Bucky’s eyes. His hand came up and softly brushed the air from your face. You leaned into hand and smiled faintly to him and he smiled back.

Bukcy leaned his forehead down to press against your and you could feel the tip of his equally cold nose on yours. You looked at each other waiting for the other to say something, anything.

“Are you going to kiss me?” you whispered.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he whispered back.

“Please.”

Bucky lips attached to yours ever so gently. Your body practically melted against him, chills raising on your skin but not from the cold. His hands caressed the skin of your stomach and ribs and you moved straddled his thighs.

You felt growing wet from the way he held you tenderly against him. You started grinding yourself against his crotch feeling his dick getting hard pressing up against your core. Small moans and breathy sighs emitted from you and Bucky and his hands roamed to your ass.

Bucky’s lips went to neck and you threw your head back for him and threaded your fingers through his hair. Bucky nipped and bit down on the skin before soothing it over with his tongue and dragged it down to your collarbone.

You reached around and unclipped your bra and Bucky tossed over to the pile of clothes you had discarded beforehand. Bucky looked down at your chest for a second but averted his eyes to prevent you from being uncomfortable.

His hands however kneaded the flesh of your breasts; insanely warm against your skin.

“You’re so pretty, darling,” Bucky whispered in your ear making you shudder.

He flipped you over; the blanket fell to the side making your nipples harden from the chilly air. He stood up to remove his boxers and ran his hands up your legs sensually playing with the hem of your panties you still had on.

He looked at you with gentle eyes before you nodded eagerly for him to take them off. After he did he crawled up body before settling between your hips. His cock was settled against your pussy and it practically throbbed, aching for more.

He pumped his cock with his hand a few times leaning down to capture your lips with his. When he slid inside, you moaned loudly taking a hold of his shoulders with your hands. Bucky was huge! Nothing like any of your past lovers, not that you really many.

“Hold on, hold on. I just need a second,” you told Bucky.

He leaned down and pressed kisses all over your face; your hands cupping his face and jaw giggling. You looked into eyes once again and nodded letting him know that it was alright to move again.

Bucky was in absolute heaven right now.

Your walls felt so soft and velvety as he easily thrusted in and out of you. A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead. His hand reached down your arm and he intertwined his fingers with yours resting by your head.

Bucky had been dreaming of this moment longer than he’d like to admit. He never considered himself to be a shy person; and definitely not jealous either. But when he met you, he always stuttered and stumbled over his feet and words barely getting a working sentence out of his mouth.

Whenever Steve or Sam spoke to you, and generally flirted a lot of the time, he envied them for being so relaxed around you. He’d wanted to ask you on a proper date and take you home to worship you like you deserve; wake up next to you and make love all over again. But he couldn’t say hi without turning bright red.

But here you were, a dream come true, squirming, whining and moaning beautifully under him.

“You are so gorgeous, baby. God, I can’t believe you're here,” Bucky kissed you.

“Oh, Bucky you feel so good,” you moaned.

“Fuck, baby you’re taking me so well,” he praised.

You both moaned feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly. Your legs wrapped around Bucky’s torso driving him deeper in making you practically scream in pleasure. Bucky’s hips snapped in and out of you wildly desperate for that release he knows is going to be the best he’s ever had.

When the coil in the pit of your stomach burst your back arched into Bucky and his face buried into your neck as he practically growled in pleasure.

“Fuck that was amazing,” he kissed your neck and chuckled.

“Why are you always so shy around me? We probably could’ve done this way sooner,” you patted his back.

“I, uh-”

“There you go stuttering again,” you giggled.

“I’m sorry. Y/n, I really like you and I have since I’ve met you. I don’t know why I feel so brain dead whenever I’m around you. I used to have no problem asking a pretty dame on a date, but when I met you, I couldn’t even say hi let alone ‘Hey wanna go on a date because I think you’re the most beautiful angel I’ve ever met in my goddamn life?’ It felt impossible,” Bucky sat up and sat you on his legs still wrapped in the blanket.

“Bucky, I- oh,” you gasped.

“What?” you pointed to the wooden floor of the cabin. There were small buds and patches of grass coming through the cracks of the floorboards. There were also vines and branches covering the walls coming from the floor as well.

“Oh! Did I do that?” you looked back at him and he nodded.

“Oopsies,” you giggled.

“What if we had sex in the garden?” Bucky asked.

“Oh my gosh, Bucky!” you laughed.

“What?” a smile grew on his face watching you laugh in pure delight.

“You’re so silly,” you shook your head before yawning.

“Come on, doll. Let’s go sleep and we’ll see what’s gonna happen after the storm passes,” Bucky kissed you goodnight and you fell asleep comfortably in his arms.

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magnoliabloomfield · 3 years

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Possession 13

Nikola spent a lot of time in her room until her period was over, the boys were just too loud even when they didn’t mean to be annoying, and she was still a bit too embarrassed to face Gally. Not only had he helped her clean the blood from her sheets while he was shirtless, she’d also made that weird, hormonal declaration to him from her balcony. But she wouldn’t take it back either because it was true, Gally was just about the sweetest person in existence even if he did have a hardened exterior, or didn’t express himself with tremendous amounts of warmth. The things he did were always just right in his own unique way.

The attention most boys gave her felt meaningless since she was the only girl. It was hard to feel special without other options to be chosen from. Did they like her personality? Did anyone like her with their brains or their heart, or just their hormones?

She wanted to think Gally cared for her beyond the superficial, but she feared the day another girl would show up that he might like better than her, or they got out and there were so many to choose from, what if he didn’t really want her but was settling because she was all there was? But that’s how life was. A small world with one girl and one Gally.

She was supposed to work on some mending that day and went to Gally’s work bench for a pair of scissors. He wasn’t anywhere in sight even as she scanned extra hard for him. She did notice Shawn looking her way and quickly averted her gaze. She grabbed the scissors and looked for a scrap of paper to leave a note on. Gally didn’t like his things going missing, so she was going to let him know she had them and where she’d be if he really needed them back. As she searched she noticed something.

Moving some things out of the way she saw drawings, somewhere between a sketch and a doodle, and it was all of her. She was shocked at how good the drawings were, but even more shocked by how beautiful the artist seemed to think she was. She’d caught some glimpses in rusty mirrors and still water, she didn’t really look that good. She couldn’t fool herself, this was Gally’s table, Gally’s stuff, so it had to be Gally’s drawings. Honestly if he saw one of his builders doodling away he wouldn’t stand for it or keep it around.

She bit back a huge smile before she covered it back up and looked around for his to-do list, maybe that would tell her where to find him. But what would she do when she found him? Say ‘hey, I saw your drawings of me,’ …then what? She just wanted to see him, just be around him, even without a reason. When she did find him he was in the dead heads with the other builders looking for any trees that could come down, or branches for fires or tools. He was busy and there was no privacy, she couldn’t play off going to see him as anything but going to see him just because she wanted to.

~~~

At dinner Gally got a huge surprise. Nikola was sitting at his usual table. It felt like his heart did an extra big thump when he saw her there in the evening glow. He saw Newt make a dash for the table as fast as his limp would let him, looking ready to be entertained by Gally who he claimed was ‘totally whipped’, whatever that meant. They were saying hello to each other as Gally sat down across from her.

“Hey,” she greeted him with a smile in front of all the other boys. “Did you get my note about borrowing your scissors today?”

“Yeah, I did,” he nodded, glancing at Newt who was watching them like they were a compelling tennis match. “Thanks for putting them back.”

“I saw your sketches,” she said innocently enough but there was flicker in her eyes that made him freeze.

The sketches. The sketches of her, she saw them, oh crap.

“They’re really good, I think you could make a perfect greenhouse if you had the glass for it,” she went on, but her eyes told him she wasn’t really talking about the greenhouse. Strange too was that she didn’t seem bothered by it in the slightest.

Gally swallowed despite not having taken a bite of food yet. “Thanks. I like to plan ahead for future possibilities.”

“You never planned for this possibility,” Newt smirked as he pointed at Nikola.

Gally shrugged. “You can’t plan for everything.”

“Very true,” Newt admitted. “I mean, you were quite worried about the effects a girl in the glade might have, but nothing terrible has happened yet and you seem to get along thick as thieves.”

Gally gave Newt a hard stare.

“He does like to keep the chaos organized, doesn’t he?” Nikola conspired with Newt, a well meaning tone in her teasing. “Honestly, what would you do without him?”

“Better question is what you’d do without him,” Newt countered. He had spent enough time with her to realize who she fancied, no matter how stoic and subtle she tried to be.

“Oof,” she got a thoughtful look on her face. “Well, I’d be homeless.”

Newt laughed and even Gally cracked a smile.

“I might be under someones thumb, too,” she went on. “Without Gally advocating for me to get on the council. I wouldn’t have my swing!”

“Yeah, I heard about that,” Newt said looking right at Gally with an almost taunting grin.

“But all that sounds pretty terrible,” she waved it off. “It’s not just about the things Gally has done for me, or what I’ve gotten from him. He’s my best friend.”

“Is he now?” Newt asked in surprise that sounded more genuine than teasing. Meanwhile Gally could feel that he had gone absolutely, unsubtly red.

“He is,” Nikola smiled, looking at Gally as she answered Newt’s question, watching him adoringly as he bashfully avoided her gaze with red cheeks and ears as he pushed food around on his plate.

“I have bad news for you, love,” Newt sighed. “Gally’s best friend is me. Isn’t that right, Gally?”

Gally looked at him with one raised brow but didn’t say anything which Newt found very amusing in itself. But then Newt gave a sigh as if the fun was over.

“I know it’s- well actually I can only try to imagine how hard it is for you being the only girl here, and how there are so many normal and fun things you should be able to do… but this place is anything but normal. I get it, I don’t mind the fun and the teasing, but there are some who might. I know it’s not fair, but try to be a bit more careful. I really would hate to see either of you get hurt if someone got the wrong idea.”

Nikola looked thoroughly chastised even though Newt had spoken so soft and kindly.

“Right. You’re right,” she nodded as she looked down at her lap and bit her lips. She looked back up with just a ghost of the smile she was wearing before. “I guess I got away from myself there. I’ll have to work on that.”

Gally felt his heart sinking in his chest. He knew Newt was right but he didn’t want her to become reserved and shy away from him just to try and keep peace with some jealous shanks. She’d done all this just because she had seen his sketches of her, had he made her that happy to begin with?

“I guess I’ll go ahead and turn in then,” She said with a shine to her eyes that he hadn’t seen on her before, but he recognized it still because even boys cried.

She said goodnight and took her plate to the kitchen before heading to her house without looking back. It was all going on behind Gally’s back and he couldn’t look at her without making it obvious, but he watched Newt watching her, his longer hair hiding his gaze from others around him.

“I’ve gotten it all wrong haven’t I?” Newt sighed after Nikola disappeared from his view.

“How’s that?” Gally asked, suddenly not so hungry anymore.

“I think you’re the one who has her wrapped around your finger,” Newt clarified making Gally blush again against his will.

“I don’t,” Gally tried to argue quietly and just earned a disbelieving look.

“You best be very careful,” Newt warned. “No one says anything around you because they know you’re protective of her, and you can beat them to a bloody pulp, but there are some boys who would be very sore if she was taken. I know you can take anyone one-on-one but I don’t know if you could take them all at once, and I’m afraid it could come to that.”

“Who is saying what about Nikola?” Gally demanded.

“Oh god, it’s mutual pining,” Newt sighed to himself tiredly as he rubbed his face. “I’m not going to tell you that because you can’t act like you don’t know and you’d end up in trouble any way. For her sake and yours just tread carefully.”

“I don’t want things to go backwards. She trusts me, she knows I’d do anything to protect her,” Gally spilled without meaning to.

“If you’re willing to do anything than do this, just back off a bit when others are around,” Newt suggested.

When Gally didn’t say anything to that Newt just shrugged and took his dishes back to the kitchen. Gally sat there at his table alone, deep in thought and murky, unhappy feelings. He stayed there so long, Fry came over himself to take his dishes to the wash. He sat there till all the others had gone to bed, knowing his thoughts would keep him awake anyway.

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A few days passed where Nikola and Gally did the last thing on earth they wanted to do and kept their distance most of the time. But when they did get a chance to interact they both made an effort to subtly assure the other that it wasn’t personal, that nothing had changed between them.

Nikola was sitting up in her house with various scraps of things arranged on her floor and was figuring out how to recycle them into something useful when Newt called up to her. She went out on her balcony and frowned when she saw his face.

“I need you to come with me,” he said apologetically. “It’s a gathering… of sorts.”

Her heart plummeted. She was shaking as she tried to go down her ladder and it made it difficult. She didn’t say anything as she walked with Newt, her mind racing with so many things at once and her stomach feeling twisted beyond untangling.

When she stepped inside she saw Alby, Gally, and Shawn. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the latter even though she was trying very hard not to give any of her emotions away. Gally didn’t seem happy with him either and Alby just looked completely impatient. Nikola just looked at him, not willing to say a word until she knew what was going on.

Alby reached out and handed her a piece of paper. “Did you write this?”

She looked at him doubtfully as she plucked the paper from his hand and then looked down to read it, immediately seeing it was not her handwriting before she took in what it said. “No, not my handwriting,” she said quickly and passed it back.

“Read it, will you?” Alby said as he pushed it back.

She sighed but complied.

“It’s time for me to wash my sheets, why don’t you come and help me get them real good and dirty first? It was so fun last time.”

She hid her disgust and tried to morph it into confusion instead. She looked at the boys standing around her. “What the shuck does that mean?” she asked Alby like it was Greek to her.

“Shawn says he saw you and Gally washing your sheets very late one night, and Gally wasn’t fully dressed. Said you seemed very… close,” Alby explained, glancing at Shawn who had clearly orchestrated this whole thing.

“And the first conclusion you jumped to was that we were screwing?” She asked Shawn directly, as flat as possible. “No wonder you faked a note, if that’s all you’ve got to support that theory.”

“She didn’t deny it,” Shawn pointed out smugly to Alby.

“Right, because I was up late one night, I was washing my sheets, and Gally was helping me,” She admitted easily. “That all happened because I started my period in the middle of the night and had to clean blood off myself, my clothes, and my sheets before the stains set.” Everyone but Gally looked uncomfortable as soon as she said period. “And before he tells you he saw me write this note to Gally, I did write Gally a different note about taking the spare scissors when I did the mending. I can get the med journal and show you an example of Shawn’s hand writing and my own if you want, but Newt also heard me talk to Gally about the scissors that day as well.”

Newt nodded to that and Alby threw an unhappy glare at Shawn’s now pale and unamused face. “I think we’re good here, you two can go,” He said to her and Gally, his gaze still fixed on Shawn.

Gally had fixed Shawn with a glare of his own and didn’t seem to be going anywhere, even as Nikola headed toward the door.

“Gally,” Newt said with a warning tone.

Gally let his arms uncross themselves slowly, eyes fixed on Shawn for as long as he could before walking away and following Nikola out the door.

She was out there squinting in the sun waiting for him.

“At least that was easy right?” she commented as they fell into step with each other. “I know that means it’ll only be worse the next time though. I’m sorry Gally-“

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” He blurted, some of his anger at Shawn coming out in his tone with her. He stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath to calm down, then looked up to see her anxious face staring up at him. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he repeated more softly, “And neither do I. He’s an idiot, and I don’t care what else he does, you’re my friend and I’m yours and I won’t allow any amount of childish jealousy to change that.”

His fists were clenched and his heart pounded in his ears. Nikola’s eyes were wide and he saw her swallow before she nodded vigorously.

“Yeah, absolutely,” she agreed. “Same here.”

Neither of them realized what it would take to keep that promise to each other.

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lene-loki · 3 years

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Circles Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: (YN) overdoses on her medicine and with the support of Peter realizes that she needs to get help.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: HUGE TRIGGER WARNING, VERY DARK, Angst a LOT, drug abuse, violence, depression, suicidal thoughts, mention of rape, swear words, no spoilers

Word Count: 1,030

A/N: THIS IS THE LAST PART!!! I hope you enjoyed this series :) Thank you all so much for the positive feedback and all the love on this story ❤ I'm currently working on some new stuff which I will publish very, very soon but don't hesitate to request an imagine :) With Love, Léne xx

Taglist: beatriz-barnes chaotic-anomaly hannah-24081

Y/N = Your Name

It wasn't always like this. There has been a time where I was feeling balanced, even happy. I grew up as an only child of two loving parents. Although I've always lived in the city, I remember my grandparents used to live in a suburb from New York. I loved spending time in their garden they used to care for. They had a greenhouse with all kinds of vegetables growing inside - from tomatoes to cucumbers. And outside they had planted strawberries, raspberries, gooseberries, blueberries, beetroot, lettuce and so much more and even had a big tree behind their house where plums grew on. Everytime I spent time at my grandparent's house I've always helped them in their garden - nibbling secretly on the countless sorts of berries. These were the times where I felt the most carefree. But all of it changed as soon as I turned thirteen years old. This has been the worst year of my entire life and I'm sure I'll never forget it - it will haunt me for the rest of my days.

Talking to Peter behind the school building makes me feel like the thirteen year old again I once was. I excused myself from him as soon as I had admitted that I am having issues, escaping into the restroom. I feel extremely hot as I support my weight on the edge of the sink. I break a sweat and turn the faucet on, trying to cool my body temperature down. Already feeling like throwing up again, I heave myself onto the countertop where the sink is placed - prop myself on my knees. Bevore I desperately press my hot skin against the mirror. I am fully aware of how it must look like. The way I'm sweating and pushing myself against the cooling surface of the mirror, shaking, probably as red as a tomato. I hope no one will walk in now. Only when my pulse slowed down enough, I went back down. My hand instinctively rummaged my pills out of my bag - popping three into my mouth.

For the rest of the day I try to avoid Peter who constantly tries to get me alone again. But I don't want to talk about it again. It's bad enough I cried in front of him. The knowing that someone in school now knew my secret, pressured me limitless - driving me into taking a pill secretly under the table in class every ten minutes. Until my body can't take it anymore. It is when Peter tries to approach me again, that I can't find the strength to flee. My hands are shaking more than usual, I can barely see clear - getting a tunnel vision while trying desperately to simultaneously control my breathing and the urge to throw up. But it feels so much worse. I steady myself on the wall, Peter sensing immediately that something's wrong. "(Y/N)?" he softly asks as lose every trace of color in my face. Whimpering I shake my head to clarify him that I'm not able to answer. My eyelids get heavier and I feel myself sliding down the wall. Peter instinctively wraps his arms around my abdomen as I grow to weak to stand by myself. My forehead gets pressed against his shoulder as tears start to fall uncontrollably from my eyes. "Everytime I try to stop it gets worse until I'm taking them again. I feel like I'm running in circles and just can't break free from it." I sob, finding my voice again. The feeling to talk about what bothers me the most overwhelms me and it just so happens to be Peter who has to hear me cry again. "It's going to be okay." He whispers into my ear and somehow I believe him. "I took to much." I whimper barely above a whisper. It happened to me several time by now that I overdosed on the medication but the worst that happened when I took to many was usually just me being unconscious for an hour or two and vomitting the rest of the day. Nothing life threatening. But I'm still not too keen on what will follow. I'm already starting to get a bit hazy. "Is everything alright?" I hear a worried teacher ask. I can't even register Peter's answer anymore as everything goes black around me.

I wake up in the sickroom with the school nurse beside me. I feel relieved that no one called an ambulance because I already made that mistake once. They would call the police when I turned in with a drug overdose again. But I know meanwhile that these pills aren't dangerous enough to kill me when I "accidentally" take a few too much. I groan but the school nurse doesn't seem to care to ask me about my well-being - instead leaving the room without even looking at me just once. I huff. After a short while I could go. My teacher wanted to sent me home but I insisted on staying. I wasn't keen on it to explain my mum why I'm home early and then having to tell her about my unconsciousness. So I got seated in my Algebra class again and try to concentrate on the lesson now. As soon as the bell rings Peter walks up to me before I even have the chance to think about escaping him. "(Y/N), are you feeling better?" He asks obviously sick of worry. I just nod, only wanting to get this day behind me and go home. My answer isn't enough for him since he softly grabs my shoulder as I want to leave. "I'm not judging you, (Y/N)." He reassures me. "I'm just seeing that you need help and I won't give up on you. I will bother you, really annoy you until I'm sure that you're doing good." The sincerity almost knocks the breath out of my lungs. And as I stare into Peter's eyes I feel like for once I don't have to carry the weight of my problems alone.

And maybe someday I'm even ready to tell him what happened to me when I was thirteen.

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #spidey #one shot #spider man #spiderman far from home #spider man homecoming #spiderman

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aseioh · 3 years

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Of Stars and Moonlit walks pt.2/?

Notes: Some housekeeping first. Donna for the purpose of this story will be based partly on her unused content from the game as well as some canon info. This means that she has a darker background than the one that was used in the game proper as I would really like to incorporate those into this story.

Another thing is that as you’ve probably read from the previous chapter. The characters here are slightly out of character, I’m afraid this is entirely my problem as I’m not used to writing stories

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Chapter 2: Dinner with a show

Dinner with the Dimitrescus’ was never a quiet affair, in fact it is the very definition of a happy family dinner. The three daughters vying for their Mother’s attention, retelling their afternoon adventures. Alcina sitting at the head of the table patiently listening to everything her daughters tell her, her smile so much different from the usual smirk or predatory grin she sports during the meetings with Mother Miranda and the other Lords.

It made her look softer; Motherhood seems to suite her like her gloves.

At the back of Donna mind, she remembers her childhood before things went bad. Sunday roast dinners made by Mother, Father sneaking from behind to leave a kiss on her Mother’s cheek. Yes, everything seems so simple back then.

The dining room itself is small and cozy, Donna guesses that this room is where the family usually dines compared to the cavernous dining hall that exits into their courtyard.

Across the table Bela has been silently studying their mysterious guest. Of course she has been joining her sisters retell their afternoon escapades in the garden and how they had manage to scare the new maids. But throughout dinner she has been subtly glancing at Donna.

The women certainly is interesting, so quiet compared to her doll that you would have imagined that the chatty doll is the Lord and the woman is the puppet. But she had listened to her Mother’s lesson unlike her two sisters. She knows who Donna Beneviento is, what the woman is capable of.

What an interesting study, I wonder what is behind that veil.

‘She must be pretty.’ She thought as she swirls the wine in her glass.

“So Angie, wanna play hide and seek? Bet you can’t find us! We’re very good at that game” Daniela challenges Angie. The moment that the youngest sister saw the moving doll she has become utterly fascinated by it.

It was obvious that Angie was the greatest doll Donna possesses, as she has mostly used the doll as an extension of her psyche. That said, the doll seems to be capable of autonomous actions based on the way she flitters around the room inspecting various stuff that catches her attention.

“Ha you’re talking to the greatest hide and seeker! Hehehe, alright. Let’s play” Angie exclaimed hopping up and down Donna’s side.

“she really is one of a kind huh?” Cassandra muses.

“Yes, my Father built and gifted her to me on my birthday, we’ve been inseparable since. When I’ve received my gift from Mother Miranda I’ve decide to share some of my psyche with her. In a way she is an extension of myself, albeit a rather excitable one at that.” Donna explains as she looks on fondly at Angie.

As Alcina stands up from her chair and offers her hand to Donna “Yes well enough of that melancholy dear, shall we retire or will you join me for a short night cap.”

“And girls if you are going to play with Angie make sure that you don’t cause too much noise. God knows we need some rest after today.”

“Yes Mother!” the three answers in unison

“You guys hide, and I’ll seek” Daniela announces as she grins predatorily. The ‘preys’ have already scattered before she even finished her sentence. After counting to ten she proudly bellows “READY or NOT, HERE I COMEEE!!” with that she disintegrates into hundreds of flies intent on ‘hunting’ her preys.

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Adjourning to another room the two Lords sit in front of a roaring fire. Alcina casually cupping one of her finest vintages, while Donna content on sipping her tea.

“Donna when I asked you to join me for a night cap, I didn’t expect you to drink tea” Alcina chuckles at Donna’s preferred drink.

Donna having removed her veil as she was alone with Alcina responds by standing up and taking the crystal decanter by the table. She pours a fingers worth of aged whiskey into her cup. Smirking she raises her tea laced whiskey to Alcina and gulps down a mouthful.

Seeing this Alcina roars into laughter. “You really can surprise anyone” Wiping a stray tears from her eyes “and that is why anyone who underestimates you meets their end.”

“At that I can only blame them” Donna answers. The two fell into a companionable silence, the silence only broken by the occasional cracking of the fire.

“Tell me Donna, how is your project with Heisenberg. I do hope the man is not running you haggard. I know that it concerns Mother Miranda’s plan but you shouldn’t run yourself to hard. Let Heisenberg sweat a bit”

“Thank you for your concern Alcina, but you shouldn’t worry. Believe it or not Karl and I are very efficient with our work, and yes, I let him do all the heavy lifting. I’m just there when he needs a second opinion on the new ‘soldat’ hardware.” Donna levels Alcina with a grateful smile, who knew that the tallest and blood thirsty Lord of the village have a soft spot for her ‘siblings’.

“Yes, yes I’m just worried that Mother Miranda has been running you ragged. Lord knows she’s been going full tilt with her so called ‘plan’.

“Actually Alcina, may I ask you for a favor?”

“Depends, does it involve the depletion of our whiskey stores?” At that Alcina couldn’t help but give a short chuckle.

“Very funny. But no. I would never deprive Karl of his favorite drink.” Donna shakes her head, pin it to the back of her head ‘Alcina is a funny half-drunk.’

“No, I was wondering if you would allow me to tour your greenhouse. I would love to see your plants and roses.”

“Is that all? Of course, I’ll ask Bela to take you tomorrow. She’s usually the one to tend to my roses, she’s picked up the hobby after reading some books and my roses have never looked livelier.”

“Thank you.”

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A knock on the door alerts Donna that her companion for the day has arrived. From what Angie has relayed to her last night, the girls had fun with their game with Angie being declared the ultimate victor followed closely by Cassandra. Apparently being a small doll makes it near impossible to find her inside the huge castle.

“Good morning Donna, shall we go to the greenhouse?” Bela extends her arms towards the hallway as they make their way to the greenhouse.

“You look pretty today Bela! I love your dress, it suits you so much it brings out your eyes!” Angie says as she turns her head to face Bela. Donna who has been carrying Angie had to think hard on not dropping the doll or stop walking.

Bela for her part slightly blushes at the compliment. “You really think so Angie?” Angie enthusiastically nods her head, fearing that it might fall off Donna decides to intervene.

“Angie’s right Bela, you look really beautiful today.” At that Bela’s blush blossoms like one of her Mother’s roses. “Thank you, Angie, Donna”

“I must say though, your hands are beautiful Donna, they look so soft-“ Bela stops herself before she could say more and embarrass herself further. ‘Really Bela, her hands are pretty, Mother Miranda above what are you a child!?’ she chides herself.

Not knowing how to respond to such a compliment herself, Donna instead slows down her walk and whispers, “Thank you, Bela” Although Bela doesn’t seem to hear as she was busy chiding herself.

Thankfully the two arrive at the Castle’s greenhouse without any hitch.

Entering the great building Donna is surprised by the sheer number of plants that the building houses. Exotic plants that can only survive in tropical climates seem to thrive even in their Romanian climate. At the center of place is Alcina’s roses, the bushes so lush its as if each rose were painted there. Truly they were the main attraction of the greenhouse.

“They’re beautiful, and is it true that you yourself tended to these flowers?” Donna enquired as she caresses the petals of a rose amazed at the softness of it.

“Well, yes. I read in the library on the optimal way to care for the roses. I though that I could try my hands on caring for them. To ward off boredom of course, Mother said that we should look for hobbies and stop terrorizing the hired help” Bela explains as she tries not to blush on how Donna touches the plant.

“I don’t think it’s just that Bela. You have a big heart. You’ve managed to grow something from this barren and frozen place. You gave it your time and love and in return, they bloom for you.” Donna says quietly voice soft it’s as if the wind itself is talking.

Bela blushes furiously and is left speechless. ‘this is the third time she’s been made to blush! What the hell Bela get a hold of yourself’.

Donna sensing that she has said too much tries to back paddle. “I’m sorry it’s just how I see here. I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable.”

“No thank you Donna, really that’s the sweetest thing anyone has said to me.”

Thankfully the awkwardness of the place changes when Cassandra barrels through the greenhouse. “Lady Beneviento, may Angie play with us again? We want a rematch with her. This time we’ll definitely win” She says with fire in her voice.

And even though her sisters have said that she can sometimes gloss over and ‘cannot read the room’, Cassandra knew for certain that something has happened. It might be the blush her elder sister is sporting or the subtle twitch of Donna’s hands.

But there are more pressing matters at hand, a Champion needs to be dethroned. Therefore she filed the weird atmosphere around Donna and Bela for another time.

At the mention of the challenge Angie becomes animated and hops off to run into Cassandra. The three leaves Donna alone to ponder the situation inside the greenhouse.

Perhaps her stay at Castle Dimitrescu would be full of surprises after all.

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Another note: I’ve also been made aware that Donna may suffer from Agoraphobia. I’m sorry that I haven’t taken that into consideration when writing this story, in this case Donna just suffers from a slight fear of unknown people and will not talk at all if she’s in front of new people (which won’t technically happen in this fic)

#resident evil village #re8 village BelaDonna #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #Of Stars and Moonlit walks

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vidalinav · 3 years

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More House of Wind Headcanons: Rooms/Floors Edition

These actually help me a lot writing Queen of Queens, sort of like jotting down notes for your fic. So here goes!

There are four levels; the main (top), the first floor of bedrooms, where Cassian and Azriel stay, the second floor of bedrooms where Nesta stays and where there’s a private library, the third level that has the kitchen, and then the levels that start being the library. (This is canon-taken straight from the beginning of ACOSF)

But there starts being more levels and rooms in between the actual house and the library, and NO ONE knows where they came from. Nesta very much thinks it’s the House; however, EVERYONE else thinks that it’s Nesta who did it unknowingly. Because if she’s not in the house, the rooms do not exist. They start thinking that maybe the House is siphoning magic from Nesta, but it is really just Nesta. Whatever she imagines in the house, exists.

First Floor:

Is just the main floor. Honestly not much of it changes, because of the formality of it being the floor that business is held. The House could change it and change it back, but Nesta thinks that’s a hassle, because then every time someone comes over she’s like do you need this room? And so she doesn’t bother with it. They really stop eating in that dining room anyways, so it becomes a stage house that is sort of the beware all who come here type of entrance. The only time it actually changes is during holidays, but they end up having a terrarium of sorts to the side of the house on the mountain outside so.... starfall eventually gets mostly held in there, because it’s also controlled by the House’s heart, but the only way you access that is through the third floor, so the top floor is again just for show.

Second Floor:

Ends up being Azriel’s floor and the floor for guests. The House/Nesta redecorate and it’s a lot more apartment-ish. One side of the floor is a large apartment for azriel and the other half is a hallway that leads to more rooms for guests. Each room is made up for specific people, just in case they stay over. All of them are soundproof. Nesta made sure of it. There’s like maybe six rooms. Emerie and Gwyn stay quite often, and Gwyn starts staying their way more often when she starts the process of actually leaving the library, but since she technically still lives there, Clotho is like well... if you just want to keep working here you can, which she does. Emerie stays there more often, because her winning the Rite starts making it harder for her to live in Illyria. Also winnowing back and forth for training is like more steps than necessary and she doesn’t like having to rely on anyone... except that Mor happens to winnow her often, which she appreciates. She still does live of course in Illyria, but her friends are in Velaris, so she struggles with if she wants to live there or not. Because that’s her livelihood, but Nesta is like do what you want and let the house know. Eventually she gives her a key, but that will be explained later in this long ass thread.

Third Floor:

This is Nesta and Cassian’s home which is so pretty and Nesta’s whole aesthetic. Again it’s more apartment-ish. Of course, there’s one hallway that you know has the stairs and leads to the terrarium/sunroom place and the small private library, but otherwise most of the rooms get combined to be just Nesta’s and Cassian’s. It really looks like a large house. Besides their room which has the biggest bed you’ve ever seen, there’s of course so many windows on this floor. Some are the balcony's carved out, some are just giant windows. There’s one window in the living room/ private library that opens, but is technically not a balcony, and there’s flowers along the window sill, which Nesta loves and of course she can see all of the city. The whole floor is very bright, cream and blue is the theme. A mixture of seaside and hygge. I feel which I have pictures of on pinterest lol. But there are maybe three empty rooms for when Nesta and Cassian decide to have kids. Nesta caps it at three. But actually one of these rooms gets filled in my fic, but not because of a baby that they have themselves. But I’ll let y’all unpack that one. The private library gets decorated on a regular basis with holidays and when they’re having small family gatherings or have a war meeting, they use this place. It has a large table in the middle for studying, so it’s a good place, and it’s just a way more comfortable, happier setting. There’s also cat fixtures that climb up the walls and cat doors that lead to the most obscure places for Bryaxis when he’s a cat, for those of you who’ve read that fic idea post. Maybe you haven’t.

The Terrarium/sunroom place:

This place has a literal pond in the middle. It is so large, and there are wild plants all to the side of it, even in the middle of winter, because it’s like a greenhouse. All of it is windows. It is tucked away, on the side of the mountain, you can only reach it from Nesta and Cassian’s floor and it is a gift from the House to Nesta and Cassian as a mating present... sort of. It’s mostly to Nesta. It has A LOT of poisonous, carnivorous plants. Which Nesta learns are useful... because she starts dabbling in her witchy magic and she learns how to make poisons. This place starts being like a lab almost. If she learns magic, she does it here, away from the House with actual people in it. But on Starfall, they do start having the celebration here, because it is the perfect view of the stars. It is the closest you can get without being splattered by star guts and the windows of course clean themselves. You can access outside through here, so sometimes they’ll just open up the doors and go outside to the porches that surround it. Elain will come here often, mostly because she does want to hang out with Nesta and Nesta is not keen on going anywhere, so at first she goes because she’s like well I can take care of your plants, and Nesta is like the House takes care of it, but if you want I guess... and she does take care of them, and actually while Nesta excels at all things magic, it’s really Elain who starts exceling at poisons. They kind of bond over it lol.

What floor am I on? Fourth Floor:

Is where the kitchen is. Nesta never goes here. Elain goes here every once in a while, especially when she tries to make Nesta things, but Nesta is very adamant that the House will do it for her, but at some point the House is like let your sister do something for you! So it withholds her desserts. Elain is very happy to oblige and most of the time, it is just Nesta sitting on a stool by the work table, warmed by the heat of the oven, her music playing from the symphonia, and Elain smiling softly as she works, perfectly content, while Nesta reads a book or talks about what she learned in the library this week or that. It is very hard to get Nesta to talk sometimes, so Cassian is actually immensely grateful that Elain gets more pushy about communicating with Nesta and having her talk with her more. Not on a super deep level, but a companionship to have, because Nesta is mostly introverted, except for occasional instances, and if she can, she will avoid personal connection at all costs. It’s just a habit. There are certainly days where Nesta is more subdued that most, and usually he’ll give it a couple days, but if she’s still sort of off by the end of the week, that’s when Elain comes. She actually shows up by herself and Cassian’s always like how did you know and how did you even get here? And she’s like it’s a sister thing. Nesta and her get closer this way.

So, on the Fifth floor:

These are the floors that start being based off of whatever Nesta wants to see, because that’s how she unknowingly does magic.

On this floor, there is a massive ballroom. I’m telling you there are fountains on the walls with cherubs, paintings on the ceilings that both look angelic and looks like clouds are in the sky and they’re moving. It’s bedecked in white and gold and there are crystal chandeliers hanging from the domed ceiling and it is so tall. It’s like a cathedral, and every time music plays which it does as soon as Nesta walks in, it echoes in there. Like loud, moaning sounds. Cassian thinks its creepy af, but Nesta loves that haunting sort of extravagances, and she swears she can see shadows dancing along with her. She starts taking private dance lessons in my fic, and this is where she practices. It has a lot of giant bouquets.

But not only that there are two rolling staircases and when you go up them, that level is a theatre. Reds and velvet, and dim faelights that float in the air as if they’re floating on water. Think Phantom of the Opera. This “room” most of the time goes unused, but Nesta specifically starts being like well... I’m a big fan of the arts and music, so let’s start hosting things here. And it starts becoming a really big thing to be invited to these things. However, it’s mostly because Nesta still doesn’t really want to go out into the city, but she does want to hear a symphony. So it’s actually Cassian’s idea at first, to invite the orchestra to play at their home theatre for a surprise, and it just becomes a thing and citizens are invited, because it’s just a huge theatre to just be 2 people. However the stairs are a big problem, but we get passed that, but I’ll go into detail about that later.

Sixth floor:

Is just one narrow hallway that leads to one door. But that door can lead you anywhere. And Nesta has a really hard time figuring out how to use it. Because one of the powers Nesta has, instead of winnowing, in my fic, is that she can open any door and go anywhere she wants, provided that there is a door, even one she draws. But she doesn’t figure that out until she figures out this door. So, for a while, she keeps opening the door and it leads to the riverfront estate, and Rhys is so freaked out that she just pops out of the closet, and she’s so freaked out too. But she closes the door and when Rhys tries to open it, it’s just a closet, and he’s like all looking through it like wth, knocking on the wood. But when Nesta opens it, it’s not even the house, it’s like a large dark abyss and some monster starts trying to claw it’s way out, so she shuts it really quick and the door keeps pounding and she’s like never again. And she gets very wary about opening anything, except many times the IC will ask her to use this door, so that they can find things. Similarly to scrying, where she knows the locations of things, she can open the door thinking of that specific object and she’ll end up being in that location. Nesta does not like this door, because she thinks it has a mind of its own, even though a lot of it is just her controlling where it goes. But because of this door, she learns that she can make any door a portal, so she ends up “drawing” a door at the base of the mountain outside which becomes an actual door which leads to the theatre. Also, she learns that there are a specific set of keys that the House gifts her, which unlocks and locks these portals she makes attached to the house specifically. Cassian and Emerie of course have one, but she gifts two also to Feyre and Elain on the premise that if they should ever need her and for some reason cannot fly up and obviously don’t want to climb the stairs or if they’re somewhere else entirely, they can visit her and be lead back by just unlocking any door they’re by and it will make a door to the House. Eventually she learns to have the door open to the seaside. And let me tell you, think Japan’s Hitachi Seaside park, with all the nemophilia (blue flowers), but all of it eventually coming to end at a beach or water striking the cliffside, still haven’t decided on that.

I think that’s all the floors, but tbh, there might be more. I’m just super tired and I can’t think anymore or describe things. So for now, that concludes the House of Wind, Rooms and Floors Edition. Let me know if y’all have any headcanons or suggestions that you might want to see! Bye.

#nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #elain archeron #azriel #gwyneth berdara #emerie #morrigan #acosf #rhysand #feysand #acosf spoilers

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shyrose57 · 3 years

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Shadow over snowchester au!

I’d like to imagine that Tommy and Purple tell the girl’s fairytales and other story’s right before going to sleep for the night, Clementine alway’s fall a sleep first while Clara stay’s awake till the end to ask questions about the stories like, ‘why did the queen poison Snow White?’ Or ‘why did Snow White eat something a stranger gave her! Didn’t any one tell her how dangerous that is!’.

Tommy alway’s checks on his daughters while at night because A: neither of them can hear or see him coming, so he always catches them awake past bed time, and B: he’s a bit paranoid something might come and take his little girl’s ;-;

Because no one know’s Clara’s birth day they just asume she’s a year younger then Clementine, which she’s okay with!

Clementine get’s jealous easily, even with Michael if he spends enough time with either of her dad’s, so she was pretty upset and moody when Clara showed up and suddenly Clara got everyone’s attention, including daddy and papa! Thus she end’s up running away only to be found by techno and Phil, who both end up bonding with her especially techno because he’s like ‘been there done that’ and return her to her father’s who were worried sick.

Thing’s turn out better in the end with Clara and Clementine bickering constantly, just like Tommy and Wilbur.

Clara enjoy’s the garden/greenhouse and even convinced her Papa (Tommy) to put some sort of play area for the kid’s considering how much of their time is spent in the garden, the area has a marble path and is completely filled with the friendliest of all the flower’s on the garden, any harmful ones are completely forbidden, the area has a huge marble gazebo with no-throned rose’s and vines, it has tables, book’s, Paper, pencil’s, even a chalkboard, fridge, and maps! It becomes more of a kindergarten/ school for the kid’s but overall a hangout place for tea and date’s. ( who work’s / teaches is up to you!)

Tubbo take’s Michael around snowchester as a way to get him to exercise yet they almost alway’s find themselves at the garden hanging out with Tommy, Clementine, and Clara. Clementine and Michael are running around playing l’manburg, and other game’s, while Clara is all cozy and snuggly on Tommy's lap as he tends to a bunch of blue flower’ (courtesy of ghost ur) and Tubbo complains about Michael growing too fast and how it’s not fair Tommy has two children, not to mention fawning over Clara’s adorable way’s.

Clementine and Michael call themselves the together duo, though other’s joke about them being clingy duo the second, especially after they started three repetitive fire’s, pranked almost everyone, and overall created absolute chaos, no one thinks Clementine or Michael had a part in them, instead, this feeds into Tubbo being some sort of god theory.

Ponk, Punz, Quackity, Techno, and Wilbur all have competition on who can spoil their nieces the most. (it never ends well ;-;)

Fairy tales are a very important part of growth!

Clem and Clara are like day and night, so while Clementine’s always very energetic and bright in the day, Clara’s a night owl-they thought she might be nocturnal for awhile there. So the former’s usually out like a light pretty quick, but Clara takes longer to ease to sleep.

Tommy’s fear is valid. Seriously, his past history with caring for things hasn’t ended well, with so many fights and grudges. He completely abuses his phantom powers to do this-both because he enjoys sneaking up on them, and because if they’re actually asleep, he doesn’t want to wake them-Clem’s a light sleeper.

Clara is very mature for her age, and quiet, but the baby fat on her cheeks betrays her true youth, and Puffy’s adopted enough kids to be able to tell their ages easily enough, so they reckon she’s got to be at least a year younger. Maybe more, but who knows?

Clementine’s an independent child, so I imagine originally, she doesn’t mind Clara that much. Everyone tends to hover over the kids, because it’s dangerous, and they worry, which is perfectly valid, but she’s a free spirit, and she’s never liked being stifled.

Then Clara starts taking more of their time, and they stop being with her so much, and it’s not as great as Clem thought it would be. So she decides to go on an adventure, all by herself, because she doesn’t need her dads to worry over her anymore-in fact, she’ll bring back something cool, just to prove it.

Of course, Clem gets a bit in over her head. Luckily, Techno and Phil are nearby, realize ‘isn’t that Tommy’s kid?’ and help her out. Techno, much to his dismay, is left alone with the small child while Phil goes to get one of her parents.

It’s not so bad though, once past the initial awkwardness. The kid reminds him of Phil and Tommy, with that adventurous spirit. And she’s got a surprising enjoyment of fighting(cause Purpled and Tommy teach it to her as a bonding activity, and Purpled and Ranboo spar to impress Tommy and Tubbo, and Tommy and Tubbo train together. Just, positive associations with it), which he can get behind.

So Phil comes back with Clem’s worried parents, and Clem has a new sword. Techno insist she took it. But, he has too many anyway, and they’re cluttering up the area, so she can keep it, he guesses.

Tommy, who’s gotten many of his own childhood weapons from that very sentence, just raises an eyebrow.

After that whole thing, and thinking back to some of Uncle Techno’s stories about his own sibling, Clementine decides she’ll be a good older sibling, and protect Clara like Uncle Tech did Uncle Wilby, and everyone in Snowchester protects each other.

Clara takes it it stride, and Clem makes her act a bit more her age, which is nice for everyone to see.

The garden is a good place for the kids to hang out, because even the most dangerous of plants know better than to touch any of the kids. But them having their own little area in there away from it all definitely makes the parents feel better.

Tommy tends to be the go-to house-parent a lot, with Purpled out doing jobs, Ranboo being the voice of reason in the Syndicate, and mining, and Tubbo doing his job as leader of Snowchester. When he wants to go and help Purpled out or otherwise, Tubbo and Ranboo will watch the kids. If not them, then Puffy, or somebody else. The kids usually end up outside drinking cocoa with whoever’s watching them while waiting for their parents to finish up. It’s nice.

Tubbo and Ghostbur coo over Clara a lot. She’s adorable, they can’t help it. But they’re also very helpful. Clara seems pretty happy to hang out with Tubbo when one of her dads can’t watch her, and Ghostbur has experience with taking care of young kids, so that’s really useful.

Tubbo constantly complains that Michael’s gonna be the one carrying him around eventually, and he dreads the day(he doesn’t, he’s very proud of his son, but he misses being able to tot him around and having to help him reach the counter).

The Together Duo! Very cute. The first time they proclaim themselves as such, everyone’s hearts just completely melt. Ranboo snapped a picture of Tommy and Tubbo holding their respective kids, and titled it ‘Second generation’s duo’, and it hangs on the wall in both their homes.

Michael and Clem are a very chaotic duo. How did this end up getting blamed on Tubbo? Who knows, honestly. At this point, somebody could probably say Tubbo invented sheep, and nobody would blink.

All the kids are very, very spoiled. To the point where their parents have limited the amount of spoiling that can be done-and no, they won’t change it, the last time they let you guys go wild, you nearly crushed poor Tubbo under a gift avalanche!

An avalanche!

#Shadow Over Snowchester AU #dream smp #dream smp au #tubbo #purpled #ranboo #tommyinnit #captain puffy #ghostbur #technoblade #philza #michael the zombie pigchild #clementine #clara

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Numbered Chapter 26

He follows him up a stairway that looks like it is about to fall down. At his gingerly steps, his guide says, “They are stronger then they look.” He believes him but is still relieved when he exits them. The space they enter after opening the door at the top is amazing. Clean and huge, almost as big as the island, he walks slowly, taking all in. The greenhouse, the rows of beds, the living space. What they have managed to build is beyond impressive. “Hurry. If you and your family are allowed to stay, you will have plenty of time to explore.” He quickens his steps to catch up.

The people he passes, look suspiciously at him. He feels like his number is in bright lights, shining out for all to see. He tries smiling at them it, receives nothing but frowns or evaded faces, back. Finally he just looks straight ahead and follows the man leading him.

There are doors on either side of the long corridor. They pass them all until the last one. This one his guide knocks on. “I have the number madam.”

“Bring him in.” He opens the door to an office, the type you can see anywhere. “Charles, how many times have I talked to you about using number as a derogatory term?”

“I am sorry madam.”

“Introduce us.” The woman that stands up from behind the desk is younger then he would have imagined, no older then forty. She has a welcoming smile. It helps put him at ease.

“Madam meet Vito. Vito, madam Anna, the leader of Safe Harbor.”

“Thank you Charles. You may go.” He does and Anna offer Vito a set across from her. He sits, hands clasped and waits. “You dreamed of us?”

“Yes ma’am. My mate and I both had dreams of a safe place we could take our daughter, Mallory.”

“Interesting. How old is Mallory?”

“Seven months. When she was first born, we thought, of course that.. but she lived! We knew we couldn’t keep her in the cities. So we.. I suggested getting on a boat and just leaving. I knew there were some islands that..”

“I see. So Mallory and your mate..?”

“Grace.”

“They are on an island?” he nods. “What do people think had became of Mallory?”

“I dug a grave, placed a marker.”

“Smart but probably not smart enough.” He looks to her, his eyes narrowed. “How did you get out of the hospital?”

“A nurse, she helped. Reported Mallory dead and told everyone we wanted our child buried in our backyard.”

“She is probably dead.”

“What? We didn’t mean to..”

“I know Vito. The authorities know that no numbers are being born. You understand that you even holding your child was unusual.”

Like a light illuminating a dark room, he understands what she is saying. “Those that don’t, when they survive the first day..”

“Exactly! That is how this place came to be. My parents, like yours, held me. When I.. lived, they fled too. The area you first entered was the start. My father and mother carved it out. They got word to the mainland and children began to be slipped over. A few parents with them. They helped to slowly make this place what it is now.”

“Some parents?”

“Not all wanted to leave all society offers. They just wanted their children safe. Charles says that Grace is pregnant?”

“Yes.”

“You and your family may come here. We have a doctor that will see Grace safely delivered.”

“Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me!”

Her smile is hard. “You’re welcome Vito. You need to understand something though. No numbered people are allowed to stay full time here. You and Grace will be allowed to stay only until the baby is born and we see if it is numbered. Mallory and the child, if it is a no number, will become residents here, if that is your wish, but once Grace is recovered, you will have to leave.”

“Leave? Leave our child/ children?”

“They will be safe . Educated. Taken care of. It will be your choice. Either way, you should bring Grace so your child will be safely delivered.”

He stares at her, wide eyed, his mouth opening and closing. “If we choice then to take our children and leave..?”

“We don’t hold people against their will. You may take your children and leave. The choice is fully yours.” He stands, his legs trembling.

“I will have to talk to my mate.”

“Of course, we will be here. I will ring Charles to show you out.” He leaves without another word.

#my writing #my oc's #numbered #chapter 26

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Tangled Roots (Neville Longbottom x Reader)

THIS STORY IS A COLLAB WITH THE EVER WONDERFUL @fromashescomephoenixes !! GO CHECK HER OUT !!

Summary: Professor Sprout is renowned for the scarcity of apprentices she accepts each year. In a surprising turn of events, the ever shy Neville Longbottom proves just why he’s in the house of red, and it certainly isn’t for his bravery.

“Y/n! Can you stay behind for a moment dear.” Professor Sprout called out to me as she dismissed the class, and I nodded eagerly. Rumour had it that Sprout was giving out two herbology apprenticeships. The past three years she hadn’t given any out, since she was extremely particular about who she mentored. I walked over shyly to the desk, and she smiled.

“Y/n, I was wondering what you were interested in doing after you left hogwarts?” All the fifth years had heard this too many times already, and I shrugged hopelessly.

“I have no idea, Professor.” I replied honestly. She nodded slowly.

“What subjects are you taking next year?” She asked.

“Advanced potions, herbology, divination, transfiguration and standard potions. The herbology will help majorly with my potions classes. Snape’s made it clear he only accepted the best, and I somehow got in.” I chatted excitedly. Snape could be an incredible teacher when he wanted to be, despite how much of a cow he was.

“Have you considered taking an apprenticeship with anyone?” Oh, Godric, this was it. She was about to ask me.

“I’m hoping to be offered one, which is why I’m only taking five classes. It gives me flexibility.” I shivered in anticipation.

“I would like to offer you a herbology apprenticeship. You’ll be working alongside another student, and I’ll be your mentors. This is an incredible opportunity, and one that you shouldn’t take lightly. I don’t expect an answer now-“ For the first time in five years, I cut her off.

“I would be honoured, Professor! Honestly, it sounds fantastic!” She smiled at me.

“The apprenticeship will begin tonight. I know you’re only halfway through your fifth year, but I believe I have two of the best herbology students Hogwarts has ever seen, and I intend on taking advantage of that. The course will be incredibly dense, and incredibly hands on, but the payoff is worth it. As you said, this is a huge advantage in potions, and in the herbology class. If you’re still interested, come to this greenhouse at half past seven tonight.” I nodded, and before I could say another word she ushered me out the door.

As I walked to potions, I pondered about who the other student would be. Would we be mentored at the same time? In my Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff herbology class, no one seemed exactly thrilled to be there. That meant it was a Gryffindor or Slytherin. Slim pickings, but I had a few friends in there.

I slipped into the potions classroom undetected, and stealthily pulled out some parchment and a quill. I sat beside Harry, and he smiled at me. Snape continued his lecture, and I began writing down notes.

“Why’re you late?” Harry asked, and I grinned.

“Sprout offered me an apprenticeship!” I whispered excitedly. Snape paused, and so did we. When he continued, Harry spoke.

“That’s amazing! Neville’s doing the other one.” Neville. That’s who the hidden herbology genius was.

“Longbottom?” Harry nodded. I didn’t know how I felt about Neville, but I suppose it didn’t matter. I caught his eye at the end of potions, and he flushed red. This was going to be interesting.

I finished dinner early and made my way to the greenhouses. I knocked hesitantly, but I needn’t worry.

“Come in!” Professor Sprout called eagerly, and I walked in, shutting the door tightly behind me. Neville was already there, and I smiled at him. He looked away, and I shrugged.

“Welcome, Y/n. Today your classes both worked on the beautiful fanged geranium. As you both know, this is a garden plant, and is incredibly senile when taken care of. It’s fangs have many uses and properties, making them excellently versatile in potioneering. Y/n, make sure you write that down. I imagine you’ll be covering this in advanced, though Neville you needn’t worry. These shouldn’t appear on your exam, however if they do then you’ll have much more preparation than the others.” I scribbled across my parchment quickly, eager to take in as much as I could. Sprout continued, and before I knew it she was ushering us out of the classroom.

“We will be meeting each night at half past seven. If you are unable to make it on a particular day, let me know the day prior.” Sprout shut the door.

“That was incredible!” I breathed as Neville and I stood outside the door. Neville nodded with a content sigh.

“The best! Can you believe we have another two and a half years of that?” We started walking, though our towers were on opposite sides of the castle. I cast a tempus as we walked, to see that it was half eleven.

“Rowena!” I exclaimed, and Neville increased his pace.

“Don’t worry, Neville. I’m a prefect. I’ll walk you back in case we run into anyone.” He slowed down enough for me to catch up.

“Isn’t the boy supposed to escort the girl?” He murmured.

“I’m afraid I don’t know the way from here. You’ll have to guide me.” I broke the silence, and Neville took the lead. For some strange reason, I was committing the way to Gryffindor tower to memory.

“Our portrait’s a fat lady who thinks she can sing. Impossible to miss her.” Sure enough, I could hear a voice cracking in an attempt to reach a high note. I laughed.

“Is it always hear her before you see her?” Neville laughed as well.

“S’ppose so.” The warbling voice got louder and louder as we went up a staircase, and I finally met her.

“Oh! Hello, you two lovebirds. Is that Neville? Gosh, you’re dating a pretty little thing, aren’t ya?” She laughed and stared at us expectantly.

“No! We aren’t dating.” Neville shook his head, and she giggled. “Horntail.” His voice dropped, but I still heard it. The portrait swung open, and Neville looked back at me.

“Goodnight. Thanks for walking me back.” I smiled at him.

“No worries. See you tomorrow.”

“The new seating plan is as follows.” Flitwick stood in the middle of the room, with his students standing in front of him.

“Granger, Boot, Longbottom, L/n, Potter, Goldstein..” His voice continued, but I didn’t need to listen. I high-fived Harry, and I smiled tentatively at Neville. He gave me a small smile back, and I figured it was due to his shy nature.

“Neville, did you finish Sprout’s assignment?” I had finished it, albeit with difficulty. He nodded.

“Yeah, it was tricky but Hermione helped me a bit.” Hermione overheard and smiled at us. I nodded in return. It was a wonder how Hermione didn’t snag one of the apprenticeships, considering she was the smartest witch in Hogwarts at the moment.

“I struggled with it, like, majorly. This is her first chance to assess us and I had no clue what I was doing. I think I might quit the apprenticeship.” It was a horrible thought, but it was the truth. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for a herbology apprenticeship.

“No way! Sprout offered it to you over Hermione, even! She thinks you can do it, so you have to at least try. I had no clue where to start, but by the end I was really happy with it.” Neville stared at me with his doe eyes and I felt something inside me change. I found myself slowly smiling.

“I guess. I’ll give it another week, I suppose.” Neville smiled back and the charms class went on.

All throughout the day I thought about my first herbology assignment. I knew it wasn’t to standard. I had no clue where to start, and it had been messy and rushed. At the end of advanced potions, I caught Hermione.

“Hey! Hermione! Neville said you helped him with the herbology thing, any chance I can get some wisdom?” I asked hopefully. She frowned.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I have a class now, and I tutor on Tuesday nights. Is it due tonight?” I nodded, knowing I was fucked.

“Why don’t you ask Neville? I’m sure he’d be happy to help. Bye!” I watched her retreating figure before she was lost in the crowd. There was a reason I hadn’t asked Neville for help, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Hey, Y/n!” Harry nudged my shoulder, and I fell into step beside him.

“Hey, Harry. Are you doing any apprenticeships this year?” Harry looked at me for a long time before he spoke.

“Kinda. It’s sort of a secret.” I squeezed his hand briefly before letting go.

“That’s cool! Are you struggling as much as I am? I’ve failed the first assignment already, and Hermione can’t even help me!” Harry laughed, at least someone thought my life was funny.

“Yeah, I definitely am. Snape’s my mentor. He’s a right cow, I want to shove my head through the desk every time he speaks.” We both laughed, and it was nice to have a friend.

“I’m going to the library. Care to join me?” I couldn’t do my herbology first, since at least I had done some of it. The rest of my subjects, annoyingly, gave me enough homework for a week due in a day.

“Sure! Only if I can copy your notes for both potions and transfiguration.” I shook his outstretched hand.

“Deal.” As we turned a corner, Malfoy and his goons approached us.

“L/n and Potter. What a pretty pair.” Harry tensed beside me.

“Wow, thanks! I’ve always thought you and Harry were the prettier pair, honestly.” Parkinson caught my eye, and for some reason she smiled.

“Wh-What?” Harry and Malfoy both stuttered out a response. I grabbed Harry’s hand and pushed past them before laughing.

“When’s dinner again?” I asked. Harry shook his head.

“Okay. One, you’ve been at this castle for five years and your dumbass can’t remember what time dinner is. Two, what the fuck was that?” We entered the library, and Pince glanced over at us before returning to her book.

“It shut him up, didn’t it?” I whispered, sliding my stuff onto a table. Harry sat next to me.

“At my expense!” Harry argued.

“And his. He didn’t even notice it was about you. Here’s my standard and advanced potions notes from today. Standard is the procedure for brewing the fake amortentia, and I can’t even remember what advanced was. Something about the forest?” Okay, maybe I should have paid more attention in advanced. In my defence, Harry paid even less attention. Harry’s face was still red, and I wondered why he was so fixated on a comment.

“You’re lucky you’re funny or I wouldn’t grace you with my presence.” Harry huffed as he pulled out his parchment and quills, and I handed him my notes. I then pulled out my herbology textbook and notes from the previous lesson. There was a lot.

“Blimey! Who would have thought herbology was so annoying?” Harry exclaimed as he stared at my desk, and I shrugged.

“It’s different when you like the subject, ya know?” We gradually shifted to working in silence, and the only sound was the occasional page turn and the rough scratch of quill on fresh parchment. I didn’t know how long had passed, but I did know I had finished the work for all my other subjects. Herbology had to be done eventually.

“Tempus.” I murmured, and I had exactly an hour before meeting with Sprout.

“Fuck.” I said, and Harry nodded.

“Mood.” He said as I opened up the textbook and flicked through the index, but nothing was catching my eye. A light tap on my shoulder made me turn around, and I smiled when I saw Neville.

“Hermione mentioned you might need my help with the first assignment? I’ve got a copy of mine here, and we can write a rough draft of yours. A self-inking quill can do the rest, right?” I stared in shock. Never before had I heard Neville speak so many words at once, let alone to me.

“Um-yeah. Sure. Thanks for the help. Did you want to grab a seat from that table?” I gestured to a nearby empty table, and Neville headed over there. Harry was gesturing wildly when I turned back around.

“You like Neville.” He accused me, and I shook my head.

“I barely know the bloke Harry.” I defended, but I began to wonder. I could very easily see myself falling in love with a guy like Neville, who loved herbology and all magical creatures, who smiled like he was the luckiest guy on the planet, and who loved his friends with everything he had. I didn’t quite know what my feelings were, and now they were an even bigger mess than I had initially thought.

“I started mine with an introduction on who initially discovered the fanged geranium, a muggle-born wizard Charles Heritier. He isn’t in any of our herbology textbooks, so I had to use a book on the success of wizards amongst muggles. He has like, half a page, but it was enough. Here.” Neville arrived and pushed a book towards me, and I picked it up, flicking through the pages.

“Thanks. Charles Heritier, that sounds strangely familiar.” I said, and I began jotting down the beginning of my essay.

“Probably because Charles also discovered geraniums. He must’ve had a thing for them, right?” I quietly laughed at the unexpected joke, and quickly wrapped up my introduction.

“You did the first body on Tilden Toots I’m guessing. She went on to discover how vast the use for fanged geraniums was, and revolutionised the use of the plant in potions.” I didn’t wait for Neville’s response as I kept writing.

“You barely need help at all.” He accused me, and I laughed again.

“You’re kidding, right? The intro is the hardest part, it sets the scene for the whole essay.”

We continued working on the essay, and at some point our arms had begun touching, our heads had drawn closer and our smiles wider. When we had finished the essay, I looked at the time.

“Oh, Rowena! We have got to hurry, Nev!” I began packing up my belongings when I realised a certain bespectacled Gryffindor had disappeared.

“Where did Harry go?” I asked, and Neville shrugged, as clueless as I was.

“No time to find out! Sprout is going to have our heads!” We flew out of the secluded corner of the library that Pince never seemed to check and into the corridor. I was already panting.

“Godric, am I unfit.” I sighed and Neville was struggling beside me.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have left it to the last minute.” He said between jagged breaths, and if I had had the energy to reply, I would have agreed. We arrived at the greenhouse a minute late, and Sprout had her hands on her hips.

“Honestly, you two. It’s scarcely been a week and you’re already late. Hurry along now, we’re beginning preparations for our case study on Lykos roots. Yes, Mr Longbottom, you heard me correctly. I received permission from Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore, not to worry.” She bustled around, and Neville followed as I dumped my bag on my desk.

“Today’s lesson will solely be focussed on studying the types of potions that Lykos roots play roles in. Arguably the most important of these being the Wolfsbane potion. Can either of you tell me every ingredient in a Wolfsbane potion? And how each ingredient reacts?”

“Hey.” I sat down with a huff and Harry nodded, mouth full of food.

“Hmph.” He chewed quickly. “Hey. You look right tired. You sure you’re sleeping okay?” Harry said, and I piled some fruit onto my plate.

“Yes, dad. I’m sleeping okay. This apprenticeship is just super intense.” Harry snickered.

“The apprenticeship, or your relationship with a certain Longbottom.” He said, and I death-glared him.

“For the last time, there is nothing going on between Neville and I.” I huffed again and chewed the handful of blueberries on my plate.

“Really? Then why did he ask if we were dating? Why did he ask if he could use the map?” Harry smirked and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re annoying. Remind me never to sit next to you again, will you?” Harry only laughed, and things were looking okay.

“I’m going to the library. You coming?” I said, and Harry shook his head quickly.

“After being forced to watch you and Neville flirt for almost an hour? I’d sooner watch Ron and Hermione.” We laughed as I stood up, my eyes going to the very pair. As usual, Ron was as red as a tomato. Surprisingly, Hermione was also blushing, making me wonder if they had heard him. My favourite spell revealed it was 6, and the library was open until 9 tonight.

I headed up, and before long found myself struggling to continue reading. Herbology of the 19th century sure could be a mood killer. Little was written about the Lykos root, and it seemed that this had been a complete waste of time. Well, I wouldn’t exactly call my nap a waste of time.

“Y/n,” I felt a gentle tug near my elbow. No one's hands were quite as soft as my favourite Gryffindor’s, and I sighed.

“Y/n it’s time for our apprenticeship again,” My head felt impossibly heavy to lift up, but another tug of my elbow forced me to open my eyes.

“Godric it feels like midnight,” I yawned. Neville simply nodded while stacking my books into a pile. “Really! I can get those,” I felt my face flushing as I reached for my books, but he gently swatted my hand away.

“It’s no trouble Y/n,” he smiled softly, and when our eyes met I knew I was in for it.

Another day, another lesson. Last night Sprout had promised that we would truly begin our notes for the Lykos roots in preparation of what was to come. Whatever it was, we were completely in the dark about it, Sprout was keeping it a secret.

“As you both have learned this past week the Lykos Root, which is an essential ingredient in Wolfsbane potion, will be maturing on the next full moon.” Professor Sprout lectured. I nod, hoping I look interested. “The full moon happens to be tomorrow, and I have an incredibly special opportunity for you both,” Neville, who is three steps ahead of me tonight, has a glowing look in his eyes. “Tomorrow night you will both camp out here and harvest the root. I recommend lots of blankets and hot chocolate,” Suddenly all of this registers, and it’s all I can do not to groan at another night of little sleep.

As we exited the green house Neville brushed my elbow. Strangely, I felt warm for a moment while he began talking to me.

“I can take care of the preparations for tomorrow,” he paused trying to gauge my reaction. “I’ve seen how hard you’ve been working. You know I’m taking less classes,”

As much as I want to jig and shout that of course he can do everything to get ready, I remember my manners.

“What if I take care of the snacks? I may or may not know exactly where the kitchens are,” I throw in a wink as a strange burst of energy powers me to the door of my common room. Being friends with Harry really does have its perks. Neville nods and waves goodnight, realising it’s rather late. For a moment I think he might want to say something else, but he simply turns on his heel.

That night I walked down to the greenhouse at twilight. The gentle rising rays of the moon kissed my face, and I felt something other than excitement rise in my stomach at the thought of harvesting these roots, an experience derived to many.

I could hear the echo of heavy footsteps, and when I turned around I saw Neville pop around a corner. He nearly stumbles on stray stones a couple times, but manages to stay upright.

“Hey,” I said quietly as he came closer.

“Hullo,” Neville grinned, and for a moment I found myself admiring his smile before I snapped out of it. He’s just Neville! I reprimand myself before tugging out the thermos I brought.

“I’ve got plenty of hot chocolate!” I said, blushing for an unknown reason.

“Ah, good,” he nodded. “I already set up the blankets and everything,” We enjoyed idle talk about his discoveries with the mimbulus mimbletonia until we reached the greenhouse.

There right next to the lykos root is a large pile of fluffy blankets and pillows of varying house colours. Candles were flying above the space similar to how they did in the great hall. This must have taken poor Neville ages.

“Wow,” I breathed as I pictured how well I could sleep here.

“Is it alright Y/n? I know it’s not as comfy as an actual bed, but it should be okay,” He hesitated, a blush gracing his cheeks. “I just set up one giant pile of blankets, but I can make a seperate one if you prefer. I’m sorry I know it’s awful!” He continued to ramble and blush until I cut him off.

“Neville!” He paused. “It looks lovely,” I found a warm blush on my cheeks as well.

“I’m glad you like it,” he whispered. We sat down on the cozy cushions and began to plan how best to handle the harvesting. Lykos root can only be harvested between midnight and 1 A.M during the full moon. However, there are a couple issues.

Unfortunately, there are tons of these plants, so it seems like we’ll have to work separately. Neville looked slightly disappointed once we decided this, and suggested that we do the first few together. I only nodded in response, my head still spinning from the effort Neville had put into our bedding situation.

Yet it is still about three hours before we can do anything with the plant. And we’ve already prepared the baskets that will hold the root with a magic barrier. I felt the warm air of the greenhouse inviting me to rest, and though I tried, I couldn’t hold back a yawn.

“You can rest if you want to y/n,” Neville said. Although it’s a tempting offer, my stubbornness wins out. That, and the strangely enticing thought of getting to spend more time with Neville.

“No, it’s alright. Let’s just talk or something so I can stay awake,” I said, and Neville seemed as happy as I was about my plan.

“Why do you love herbology so much?” Neville asked after a considerable silence. Naturally, I was dying to ask him the same question. Not many people were as dedicated to herbology as we were. Most kids squirm away from the dirt, flobberworms, and deadly plants.

“My grandma had the most beautiful garden,” I shared. There’s something about Neville that feels trustworthy. So even though I never usually share much about my family at all, I continue. “When my dad left, I ended spending a lot of time with her. And whenever,” I paused, feeling a little emotional, even though I’m not a crier. “Whenever I felt sad the garden was always there, reminding me that magic and love is real.” I sighed slightly. The love that my grandma put into that garden was the kind of love I longed to have from someone...

“That’s how I feel sometimes,” Neville responded looking a little teary. “I know my parents love me, but it’s- well it’s hard,” I could only nod. I’ve never been good at emotional discussions. I guess that’s a fault I have as a Ravenclaw, I approach everything analytically.

Luckily, the previous tempus charm I set alerts us that it’s time to begin the harvest. For the full hour we are both rushing around the greenhouse, careful not to step on each other’s toes. It’s a whirlwind of activity but somehow we harvest all of the roots.

Finally we’re able to lie down to sleep. Our different towers both look so far from here we agree to simply sleep in the blankets Neville brought down. We settle into our separate makeshift beds. Although it is so cramped, they are very nearly just one large bed. Letting a peaceful sleep wash over me, I slowly drift off.

The dawn sun filtered softly through the greenhouse windows. I didn’t want to open my eyes, and I didn’t know how long I was laying there, basking in the soft sunlight only provided by a sunrise. As I slowly became more aware of my surroundings, I remembered where I was, and the steady rise and fall of the chest below me. My eyes shoot open and I realise somehow Neville and I ended up a tangled mess of limbs throughout the night. I stood up as quickly as I could without waking him, and I slowly stretched. I didn’t want Neville waking up and getting the wrong idea.

Or would it be the right idea? Honestly it’s just too early for these kinds of thoughts. I folded up the Ravenclaw blankets I was meant to sleep in, and began to write a note for Neville. While I’m thinking of what to write, Neville’s sleepy voice calls out, and Godric did it make my heart race.

“Y/n, is it morning already?” He props his head up. The sun makes the pool of honey in his eyes glow brighter. A warm blush was already creeping up my neck so I turned away.

“Yeah Nev, it is. I’m just heading down to breakfast now.” I turned on my heel and made my way out, but before I could reach the door Neville interrupted me.

“Oh great! I’ll come too!” I smiled, although I’m not sure why! I certainly don’t have a crush on Neville Longbottom.

We rushed to the Great Hall, hungry from all of the work we did last night. I turned to sit at the Ravenclaw table, because right now I simply can’t face Harry.

“Morning Luna,” I smile slightly before grabbing a fresh croissant.

“You look chipper this morning,” Luna smiles. “I heard you had to study with Neville?” I nodded as my mouth was full of buttery croissant. “So when is your first date?” I nearly choked, so Luna patted my back firmly.

“Oh, er,” I stumbled. I shouldn’t be this nervous! But I don’t want to make Neville think I’ve been spreading rumours.

“Oh it’s just a crush!” Luna giggled. Looking at her I realise.. I don’t want to object. She tends to be right about these things, and I find that she is right again. Blushing even harder now, I mumbled about all of the homework I have. She only giggled again before taking a bite of her toast.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I sighed as I slid into my charms seat. Harry only raised his eyebrows higher, and I absentmindedly noticed Neville hadn’t arrived yet.

“He said you fell asleep under the stars. Do you realise how romantic and utterly adorable that is?” Harry continued to stare at me incredulously, and I pulled out my parchment paper.

“We fell asleep in a greenhouse because we were too tired to walk back to our towers. You’re starting to sound a little too much like our favourite reporter.” Harry wrinkled his nose at the mention of Skeeter, and I smiled as Neville sat down on the other side of me.

“Hey Y/n! You’ll never believe what just happened.” He exclaimed happily, and I didn’t miss the way Harry stared at me.

“What happened, Nev? Don’t tell me the Lykos root’s weren’t harvestable? I did not lose a good night’s sleep for nothing!” I sighed at the thought of having to harvest the roots for another night, but he shook his head.

“I saw Sprout at breakfast and she said that she had never seen Lykos roots harvested so well! She said she told Snape and that he’s going to be using all the plants from our greenhouse moving forward! Sprout said that there was a real possibility of us opening up an ingredient shop that specialises in plants!” He declared, and I stared, open mouthed. Snape, of all the professors, approved of our ingredients? I ignored Harry’s eye roll and I cheered.

“This is awesome, Nev!” I high-fived him, and he grinned back.

“Have you considered doing advanced potions? That would really help if you were planning on becoming a supplier.” I asked, and he shook his head.

“If anyone but Snape were the teacher, I definitely would.” He said, and I got a strange flashback to third year. More specifically, to Neville’s boggart.

“I totally get it! You never know, maybe we’ll get a new teacher next year. It’ll be okay.” I faced the front as Flitwick began his lesson, and I felt Neville’s arm brush mine. I smiled softly, and nudged it back. Maybe it would be okay.

—

I stood at the exit of our shop, our very own creation, and slowly flipped the open sign to closed.

“Can you believe we did it?” Neville’s arms were wrapped around my waist, and he leaned his head on my shoulder. We watched in comfortable silence as the witches and wizards gradually apparated out of Diagon Alley for the day. When the last witch vanished, I turned to face him.

“If I’m honest? Absolutely not.” I laughed into the chaste kiss that he gave me, and we wandered further into our shop, our little dream.

“Do you want to do the cash float?” He asked, and I wrinkled my nose.

“My dear, sweet Nev. You know that I’d rather work at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes for a month than do the cash float. I’ll take inventory stock.” He kissed me again, and I smiled.

Never would I have thought I would be so happy with life as this. Never would I have thought I would be so loved.

Never would I have thought that a perfect night would be a supper with Neville, followed by cuddles on our worn maroon couch.

Never would I have thought that Neville Longbottom was my soulmate. I wouldn’t live a life with anyone but him.

#neville longbottom #harry potter #neville longbottom x reader #hermione granger #hogwarts #x reader

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Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotten Memory

Roach's stealth skills are put to the test as he sneaks past an alleged Augustus base to capture him and gather intel about the recent EMP based attacks. Will Roach be able to impress Captain Price?

Previous Chapter : Soap - Experiment 001

Chapter 9 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

"A SurPRICE Visit"

Gary 'Roach' Sanderson

Task Force 141

400 meters outside Augustus' Mountain Base

Germany

The winds were picking up when they landed and Roach flew about a few more meters away from Price.

"This EMP blast is messing with my signals. Captain, can you find Roach?" Ghost spoke over comms, his voice crumbled over the static.

"He landed not too far from me. Come on boy, let's get a head on." Price replied to Ghost as he helped Gary get up and untangle himself from his mess. Gary nodded and followed his Captain into the edge of the mountain.

"There it is. Augustus' base." he mused as Gary scoped through his supressed silencer. Trucks were leaving the area filled with armed hostiles.

"Ghost, you see this? They're leaving the hive." Price informed the recon man.

"Aye, sir. Looks like they're headed to Alex's direction. If we time this right you'll have less people inside there." he replied. Gary wondered why they were leaving. It didn't make sense to back-up an already reclaimed base back at Alex's.

"Let's go Roach. I'll take the one on the left tower, you take the one on the right. I'm currently spotting four Tangos by the gate. Fire when ready." Price instructed. Roach took a deep breath to steady his sights, quickly pulling the trigger once the crosshairs aligned with their heads.

"Good kill. Your sniper skills are improving, Sargeant." Price mused as he signaled them to move forward. For a Captain who's left him a solid first impression as a strict angryman, Roach didn't expect the kind words from him. It almost felt overwhelming.

"You go ahead and take what's important inside that guardhouse. I'll cover you from this position." he commanded and Gary sprung safely into action, switching to his suppressed pistol and into the guardhouse.

It was simple, a few cameras, some photos of people who they let in and a few map layouts. Gary quickly snapped all of them for Ghost to see. Roach also grabbed the radio and placed it near his ear. Gary set his sights on an AK-47 lying on the ground.

"Roach, be careful when using unsuppressed weapons. It might reveal our existence." Price muttered to which he nodded. It just made sense.

"Jäeger, kopierst du?" the radio muttered. Roach's German wasn't on point and any non-reply from the other end would result in an investigation.

"Ja, alles klar." he replied, trying to replicate the accent. There was no more reply on the other side which meant Gary actually nailed his reply.

"Captain, behind that door is heavily guarded. I suggest a reroute to the back door just a few meters east of your position. This isn't Augustus' base, it's a remote research facility studying plant life by the border and he seemed to take it over." Ghost informed after gathering the photos, Gary waited on the edge of the wall covering his Captain's six. The duo proceeded as suggested and climbed over an unguarded fence.

"We're at a greenhouse. Labeled 6." Price whispered.

"Do you see any cameras?" Ghost asked.

"Yeah. Looking at the plants." he muttered.

"Circle around it and find cover behind the safehouse labeled 5. If my German is correct, the central area should have 2 scientists on their way in there." Ghost informed.

"Right on schedule." Price nodded to Roach as they both knocked them down quietly and non-lethally as they were civilians. Gary quickly slung his weapon and hid it behind the huge white lab coat the both of them now wore.

"Keep your weapons hidden, until I say so. Okay?" Price said as he pulled the bodies somewhere hidden. Gary nodded as they confidently waltzed inside the base, using their fake ids pinned on their coats for entry.

Gary watched a lot of sci-fi fics and most of them depicted labs as white walled, glass-divided rooms with hundreds of scientists working on some random machineries. Except here, it's plants. It seemed normal as if they infiltrated the wrong base. Price seemed to worry too, his steps were further apart and he seemed to be in a hurry. They were losing hope on a lead, until one armed guard, different from those outside started climbing up the stairs.

"Finally. Some good news." Price muttered as they made their way up the stairs.

"Authorized personnel only." an armed guard stood by the steps blocking the duos way. It was too crowded and too risky to engage him and press through and they both needed a new plan.

"Es tut mir leid." Gary replied as he pulled Price to the restrooms.

"It's no use. We can't go guns ablazing right here." he noted to his Captain.

"Bollocks." he cursed.

"We need a diversion." He added.

"Way ahead of you, Sir." Gary smirked and showed him his c4 trigger, pushed it and an explosion followed.

"Nice. By the guard house?" Price asked while they waited for reinforcements to assist the blast.

"Yeah."

"Quick thinking lad. I like that."

Several armed men came rushing down the stairs, yelling in a different language, all going to the exit. They stomped to the stairs and carefully breached the second floor of the building, shooting armed tangos using suppressed weapons. They had to act fast and stomp on their comms as soon as they're down so that the others outside will not fall back.

Ten guards were left behind to protect the second floor, and with the help of stealth, Gary and Price took them out smoothly. All that's left are the intel waiting to be harvested.

Gary snapped all possible evidence, every nook and cranny was investigated while Price tapped his heavy fingers on the keyboard.

"Looks like they're going large. They're planting something by the major cities cell towers. Here's one in Berlin." he muttered, printing a copy of the blueprints.

"Price! R-ch" Ghost's static crackled across their comms.

"Th- found- guards!

Get. Out. There. NOW." he added.

"Kill every civilian in there. That will let our little friends out of the shadows. I know they're after us…" a menacing voice said over Roach's stolen receiver.

"Shite. They're killing civvies." Gary said, worried.

"I'm sorry Roach. But we can't save them. It's a trap. Now protect that camera and let's get the fuck out of here." Price consoled as they continued pressing on toward the exit.

Screaming people followed by gunshots echoed across the white halls of the research facility, Gary didn't want to look back, Gary didn't want to hear any more screaming but it was all around him. Whoever commanded this act to be done must be eradicated from this world.

LOCAL MILITIA SETTLEMENT

Alex greeted the duo as soon as they stepped inside the village. It felt lively as everyone was celebrating their victory.

"Captain." Alex nodded and Price returned the gesture with a handshake.

"This is Blitz. Their leader." he added, introducing the man to Price.

"Thank you for helping us." Price acknowledged.

"No. Thank you for helping us. You have good men fighting for a good cause." he remarked, nodding at Alex and Gary. Gary also got acquainted with the leader, exchanged a few words and got offered soup.

"Tough day, huh?" Alex nudged over Gary, who's still sad about the situation earlier.

"You and me, both." Gary muttered as Alex patted his shoulder.

"We'll get him soon enough, Roach. Justice will be served." Alex consoled as Gary took a deep sigh.

"They're planting EMP bombs on major cell towers. Maybe incorporating it with them to perform large scale blasts." Gary pondered, taking a sip off the delicious soup.

"Yeah. That's our go signal. It's now a terror activity. Imagine a day without communication. International trade would crumble." Alex explained to which Gary nodded in agreement.

"Global cripple. People's minds get hurt, Economy gets hurt and we aren't focused enough to defend ourselves."

"That's what he's up to." Gary finished.

"And we have to stop it. Whatever It Takes." Alex looked at Gary with determination, that kind of pep talk that makes him a little less sad.

"Yeah." Gary agreed.

Another briefing, but this time, it was going somewhere. Operation Burn, the task is to eliminate Nero and all his allies, if possible. Funny enough, the real Nero burned everyone else. Whoever thought of this name was smart enough to connect the dots.

There's another person added to the team, the redhead leather jacket agent, Alexandra Ryder. An interpol agent tasked to destroy all traces of said EMP machinery. She looks tough, acts tough and basically is tough. France seemed to be going along well with her. That's a bonus for alliances such as these.

"So, I heard Price noted your sniper improvement." Ghost nudged.

"Yeah. Thanks Simon. Your training sucks but it helped a lot." Gary complimented.

"Tried talking to France and the new girl today." Ghost reported. Gary turned to him, clearly interested about his story.

"It was actually good. They're both intimidated by the mask and that's why they can't initiate conversation with me. But the talk went pretty well so I guess you needed to update your scoreboard or something." He muttered.

Gary chuckled. "That's one step towards her."

"I'll let the Interpol handle Berlin. Since it involves just the weapon, as for other news. I think it's time to transfer our two hostages back to the USA." Gary quickly turned his head back to the screen. No. It can't be. He had to stop this decision.

"With all due respect sir. I do not agree with this!" Gary stood up and all eyes were on him. He's still concerned about the welfare of the two plus he didn't want Maxine to leave. Not yet.

"I've read the report on their case sir. And it's not that I don't trust the system there but what if there's still another one in there with ties to Nero. He was able to slip by under our noses once or more times than that but let's consider the possibilities here." Gary explained as he looked around. Alex seemed to agree with him.

Shepherd let out a soft sigh.

"We'll discuss this possibility Sgt. Sanderson. You can sit down now." he said and resumed briefing.

"Brave move you did there, soldier." Ghost remarked as Gary let out a sigh. He wasn't sure on he's really concerned, the IP Address being extracted from Samantha or Maxine's smile that he will be missing if she left.

Next Chapter : The Heart Knows what the Brain doesn't

Notification Squad, my beloved

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#horRAYfic #whateverittakes #codmwfic #alex echo 3 1 #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #why is the next chapter pink?!

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undermourningstar · 3 years

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FE3H high school au headcanons

modern hs au, dimitri plays hockey, claude plays volleyball, edelgard's on the soccer team

sylvain does theatre because dorothea dragged him there, ferdinand is there bc... ferdie....

ignatz and flayn meet in illustration club

raphael wrestles

everyone thinks dedue is part of a sport club but after school, he and bernie tend plants

linhardt is part of the crest historical studies association and is also on student class officer board but naps in the greenhouse bc bernie and dedue dont yell alt him

caspar finds him there and drags him back to meetings

felix does fencing club and makes everyone gay

mercedes walks home with emile, who everyone assumes is a serial killer bc he is physically incapable of smiling and he's like 6 million feet tall

i can see annette studying magic but also just killing it in tennis

ingrid's a polo player obviously and plays with petra

and then they become polo gfs

ashe goes home to take care of his sibligns immediately afetr school

but he always has the nicest clothes even though they look plain bc lonato would never let his adopted son outside in anything less than the best

seteth would normally be supervising polo club but flayn's in his school now so he hovers in illustration club

claude made hilda play volleyball with him so they act as coaches during each other's seasons and gossip on the sidelines

i can see marianne studying healing magic after school and during school, under her desk

lorenz is on student council but only as a council member, not even as a rep or named position

student council gets really intense bc edelgard gets into really heated debates with claude while dimitri tries to a) calm her down or b) puts his face in his hands as dedue pats him on the back slowly

actually you know what leonie plays polo too, there's a freaking polo obsession at this school, and dimitri plays when they need someone to fill and also because ingrid knows he's amazing bc his family estate has polo grounds and horses

hubert seems like a tall, weird creep, but all he does is stare all day at edelgard's back and get any info for her possible

rhea is probably school principal and byleth is probably an upperclassmen on student council just watching everything go down while quietly taking notes and doodling pictures of his/her crush

i think jeralt being the soccer coach would kill me bc can you imagine edelgard staring him down from 1.5 feet below him

seteth teaches literature and jeralt teaches history, honestly opinions of them

shamir teaches english/foreign language if this sn't japanese school and she's the "hot english teacher" but then she steps into the room and stares daggers at everyone and all of them are afraid of her

who is physically capable of teaching math? seteth?

rhea teaches science and seems unhinged in class

WHAT IF ALOIS TEACHES MATH

i think catherine teaches gym and everyone has to do push ups

all the kids have their little high school crushes on teachers and stuff and what not

leonie almost quits polo to play soccer but jeralt gives her a stern lecture on importance of knowing what you're good at and not just following what you see

byleth sleeps in history bc he/she has the whole class memorized bc home school with ejralt

byleth spikes the volleyball into claude's side so hard claude has dreamy eyes for a week afterwards and hilda has to slap him for him to realize he has a HUGE HUGE jock crush on byleth

its so good

edelgard dimitri food fights over childhood memories

hilda says she's gay bc claude was an awful kisser WHICH IS A HUGE AND BLATANT LIE HILDA WAIT STOP COME BACK BYLETH I PROMISE SHES LYING

I FORGOT ABOUT VIDEO GAMES

linhard skips class to play breath of the wild when it launches

caspar convinces him to buy smash ultimate and plays on his switch during lunch every day while linhardt naps after they finish eating

i think bernie hides literally anywhere she can't be seen during lunch and eats until edelgard finds her or dedue comes up to the roof to sit in silence or talk about plants or when yuri shows up out of nowhere with origami to talk to her

balthus wrestles raphael for fun but isn't on the wrestling team bc he got banned for playing intoxicated

hapi skipped the afternoon classes to play breathe of the wild with linhardt

constance is also in theatre and she and ferdinand compete constantly for "outshining star" or whatever they're talking about

#me: what if i just rambled for half an hour in my friend's messenger chat #me: what if i did it 2-3 times and finally started sharing it with people #fe #fe3h #high school au #im not going to tag the 1million characters but i will maybe later #fe3h blue lions #fe3h black eagles #fe3h golden deer #i almost spelled deer wrong #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan

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All the time on Earth

Part 17 - Happy

Summary: You take George on a date where he tells you stories about his family and the first time he realized he loved you

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word count: 4.2K

George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist

You were just writing the last words on your Transfiguration essay when Hermione who was sitting opposite you in an armchair by the fire exclaimed in an angry voice.

“I can’t believe they still doing this!”

You and Ron followed her gaze. She was staring at Fred, George and Lee, who were surrounded by a group of first-years, giving them candies for testing. You raised and eyebrow but didn’t say anything; you turned back to your homework, hoping you could finish it before Hermione erupts again.

“I told them yesterday I write to their mum if they don’t stop,” she said snarkily. Your eyes met Ron’s and both of you turned away very quickly. “You think it is all right, what they’re doing?”

You needed a second to realize that she was talking to you. You raised your head again towards the boys, then shrugged.

“They’re not doing anything illegal, Hermione,” you said casually. “I’ve checked the school rules.”

“What they’re doing is dangerous. And those are just kids!”

“It’s not dangerous,” you sat flatly. “They’ve tested everything on themselves, so have I. I know for a fact that Lee ate at least twelve of those candies since the week we’ve been here, and he appears to be just fine.”

“I still don’t like it,” she said. “It can cause serious harm.”

“No, it can’t.”

“At least you should be more responsible!”

“Hermione, you know about the sort-of-illegal business I’m running here, right?”

“I have a few words about that, too.”

“Great, hold that thought for a second, I’m trying to finish here.”

You leaned over your essay again, and Ron gave out a snorting laugh. He quickly stopped when Hermione looked at him.

“Will you tell them to stop, then?” she returned to you.

“I’m not their guardian, Hermione. Let them make some money, please.”

You folded your finished essay and looked towards the boys again. George apparently was eavesdropping because when you met his eyes across the room, he winked.

September’s first week was about to end and you already felt exhausted. You’ve written a bunch of essays to five different teacher, and that Umbridge woman was giving you pointless homeworks as well; copying pages out of her beloved book. You had a feeling that if this was what she called teaching, you won’t be quite satisfied this year.

As Saturday arrived, you felt like sleeping in, but you knew you had loads of things to attend to. You dressed quickly and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As you sat at the table, your eyes stuck on Ron’s sickly looking face.

“Are you all right, Ron?”

He just nodded. Ginny answered for him.

“He has his first training today as official Keeper.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” you said as George sat down next to you and Fred opposite you. “Well, good luck, Ron!”

He nodded in silence. George kissed you quickly on the cheek and reached for a toast.

“Good morning. Are you coming to watch the training session?” he asked, looking for the marmalade jar.

“Sorry, I can’t,” you said, handing it over to him. “I need to do a few things today.”

“On Saturday?” asked Fred in disbelief. “I cannot imagine the pain.”

When you finished eating, you joined the twins to walk with them till the quidditch pitch. Fred went ahead to the changing rooms but George stayed behind.

“You sure you can’t stay?” he reached for your hand. You smiled at him.

“Sorry. Really. I try to finish early.”

He made a sad pouty face.

“Fine. I show off some other time then.”

You giggled.

“That’s the spirit,” you saw Ron and Harry coming to the dressing room as well. You raised an eyebrow at George. “Be nice, okay?”

“I will, I will.”

He turned back to you with a small smile. You nodded and kissed him on the cheek.

“All right. I gotta go. Have fun!”

You waved and left him behind. You needed to hurry if you wanted to do everything you have planned.

——

After finishing the training and taking a shower, George was looking for you everywhere in the common room but you didn’t seem to show up. He joined Fred and Lee feeling rather disappointed; he hoped returning to school would let you spend more time together, since during the summer you had to sneak around for every private minute.

When the common room started to get empty he stood up, too, joining the crowd heading to have dinner, however, he was only walking on the marble stairs leading to the Entrance Hall when you appeared next to him, grinning.

“Hey there.”

“Hey! Where were you all day?”

“Oh, I needed to get ready,” you said, with a suspicious smile on your lips.

“Ready for what?”

“I’m going on a date.”

George’s heart gave a panicked throb and he stopped in his tracks in the middle of the stairs. A third-year boy walked right into him but he didn’t care.

“You — What?”

“Yeah, on a date,” you said shrugging. George felt his brain shutting down.

“With — Who?”

Your grin widened.

“My boyfriend.”

“Your…”

He was mumbling. He looked in your cheeky eyes. Why were you not concerned?! Why were you… you…

“For Merlin’s sake!” he exclaimed and you started to laugh. “Don’t ever do this to me again! You naughty little prat!”

You laughed and you hugged him. He felt his heart calming down.

“So what are you planning?”

“Come, you’ll see.”

You took his hand and lead him out in the park, leaving the crowd behind. George was gazing at your face in disbelief as he was still recovering from the extreme shock. You two passed the greenhouses and George realized that you were heading towards the quidditch pitch.

“I really made an effort, you see,” you said, while climbing the stairs to the rows where audiences sat during the matches. “Ta-da!”

George looked around and saw at once the packages prepared on the highest benches; numerous kinds of sandwiches, butterbeer bottles by the dozen, his favorite Honeydukes candies, games from Zonko’s and Dr Filibuster's Fireworks lay around on a huge blanket.

“I felt like we couldn’t really hang out lately,” you said. “And you did this for me once so I guess I’m returning the favour.”

George felt that warm feeling in his chest, the one he only feels when he’s with you. He took your hand and sat comfortably onto the blanket next to you.

“Where did you get the butterbeers, though?” he asked.

“Why?”

“It wasn’t a Hogsmeade weekend.”

“Oh, I went through the tunnel,” you said, raising an eyebrow in doubt and opening a bottle. “Don’t tell me you don’t know about the tunnel.”

“Of course, I do, but I thought… You know what, I’m not even surprised. Cheers.”

He beamed and drank from his bottle, not taking his eyes off you. He was blown away.

“So how was quidditch practice today?” you asked, not realizing that he was gazing at you. George shook his head a little, forcing himself to create a sentence that actually makes sense.

“Oh, it was rubbish,” he said. “Ron accidentally threw the quaffle at Katie, and she had a nosebleed.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah. Fred gave her the wrong candy — that just made it worse. She had to go to the hospital wing.”

“But is she all right?”

“Yeah, she’s fine now,” he said reassuringly. “But training was still dreadful with Slytherin lurking around.”

Your face darkened.

“I’m guessing they were really interested in Ron’s capabilities.”

“Something like that,” George drank again. Even though his brother was a bit slow-paced sometimes, he wished the worst for everyone other than Fred and himself who dared to say a bad word about Ron.

“How was he?” you asked, concerned. “He almost fainted when I saw him this morning.”

George chuckled.

“You want the kind answer or the honest answer?”

You grimaced.

“The honest answer, kindly.”

“He’s… not the best. Not the worst, either. Harry says he’s got it, he’s just nervous.”

You nodded silently. George was smiling to himself.

“You never saw me flying, you know that?”

You snorted, chuckling.

“That’s not true. I saw you on matches loads of times.”

“Not like that,” George shook his head, beaming. “You know, since we are — cohabitants.”

“Cohabitants?!” you burst out laughing. “That sounded horrible!”

“Sorry, I meant since we have been dallying with each other.”

He was grinning like crazy at the sound of your laugh. You were incredibly loud and he loved it.

“Okay, just stop,” you said, still giggling. “So, since we’ve been living in sin, you mean…?”

George laughed and choked on his butterbeer. He felt like he was going to have a coughing fit.

“Are you okay?” you giggled. He nodded, then made a ‘hic’ sound and he started hiccoughing. You laughed again.

“Hey!” he said, trying his best to hold back the laughs and the chuckles. “Don’t laugh at —‘hic’.”

You were leaning back in laughter. He shook his head — ‘hic’ — and tried to come off it by holding his breath but — ‘hic’ — it wasn’t working. Every time you seemed to calm down, he chuckled again, making you laugh even more. If it meant seeing you like this, he was up for hiccoughing for the rest of his life.

“All right, all right,” you said after a long fit of giggles. “Try taking small sips and raise one arm above your head. That should do.”

“Is this like a muggle — ‘hic’ — solution?” he asked while waving around like a windmill.

“You don’t know this one?” you giggled watching him. “I’m starting to realise we have a lot of different life hacks.”

“Yeah?” he said then swallowed the rest of his butterbeer. The hiccoughs stopped. “Ah, that’s better.”

He reached for a few Filibuster's Fireworks and lit them with his wand. He threw them into the air, watching as they were flying all around five feet above your heads. You followed them with your eyes as well; in the setting sun your hair looked the same texture as honey. George smiled to himself. He suddenly wanted to share every thought that had ever crossed his mind with you.

“When we were children we believed that if you don’t fly your brooms regularly, they get bored and break out of the shed in the middle of the night. Attack you in your sleep.”

Your eyes widened as you giggled.

“What?”

“Yeah,” George nodded, beaming. “So Fred and I waited until everyone was asleep and snuck out to play quidditch in the dark.”

“I bet your parents loved it.”

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckled at the memory. “Dad had to sleep in our room for two weeks to make sure we stayed inside.”

“How old were you?”

“Fourteen,” he smirked.

“What?!”

He laughed.

“No — no, about four or five, I reckon. We were quite a handful.”

“You are quite a handful,” you said, shaking your head, smiling. “Tell me more.”

You were looking at him in such a tender way he could not help but smile. His heart was beating really fast again. He took your hand into his and continued.

“Let’s see… Did I tell you how I got my middle name?”

“No.”

“You know it’s Fabian, right? And Fred’s Gideon. They were brothers of mum. They both died in the war. I reckon she wanted to commemorate them somehow.”

You were looking at him with warmth in your eyes.

“That’s a really nice gesture of her.”

A sweet, sorrowful expression appeared on your face. George leaned closer, examining you.

“Did I make you sad?”

You shot a small smile at him.

“A little. But it’s okay. These are important things. We should not forget about telling them.”

George couldn’t help himself. He leaned and pressed a tender kiss on your cheek, then he just let himself get lost in your presence, taking you all in, with a smile hiding in the corner of his lips.

He felt so different when he was with you. So honest. So free. He knew he could tell you anything. Even the not-so-nice stuff. Even the sorrowful things. He knew you’d understand, just like you understood why he had told you this. He saw it in your eyes. He saw kindness and caring. And it made him feel a bit better. He had always thought his middle name carried a gloomy meaning. With you, it didn’t seem so gloomy anymore.

Merlin, he loved you so much.

“Tell me more,” you said, with that eager expression on your face. Like you’d give anything to hear him gabble his tatty stories.

“All right… Let’s see… Oh, here’s one. When we were little, Fred and I always pretended to be each other. Drove mum crazy, that one, ‘specially when we did something we were not supposed to.”

You chortled.

“And you left that habit behind, have you?”

“Er — sure,” he said, not very convincingly. Then he cackled. “Once we tried to confuse Snape, in first year. He ended up taking a hundred points from Gryffindor. Mm… Those were the days, I’m telling you.”

Your giggles returned and his heart was beating fast again.

“What are you on about?” you said. “You’re not even that identical.”

“Yes, we are!” he said in mock offense. “Loads can’t even tell half the time.”

“Come off it, it’s not that hard!”

“Why, how do you know you’re not sitting here with Fred right now?” he asked. “I might have been fooling you for a whole week.”

You snorted.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I can tell the two of you apart in an instant.”

“I’m sure sometimes you can’t, though,” he said teasingly. You furrowed your brows.

“That’s not true!”

“Isn’t it?”

“No, stop,” you said, scowling. “Don’t say that.”

“I’m just joking.”

“I know, but it’s important to me. You knowing… that I know. I want you to know… I always… I’m always certain.”

Your puzzled speech made him take your hand again. As he spoke, he was smiling mischievously, but he meant every word.

“I know you can tell us apart, love,” he smirked. “I know it since the Yule Ball.”

You turned to him in surprise.

“Really?”

“Mm…” he trailed off for a moment, reminiscing about that night, then continued. “Remember, you didn’t tell me who did you think I was. And we danced later and I wished you’d knew for real, but I wasn’t sure… And then you said ‘Good night, George’ and it was a really big deal for me.”

He hesitated. He felt himself blushing but he also wanted to tell you… He cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly.

“I think that was it for me. When you said my name… I just somehow… knew.”

“Knew what?”

He didn’t answer, but looked at you with a you-know-what-I-mean face. You seemed to be blushing a bit, too. He found you beautiful.

“That’s…” you started. “Blimey.”

He chuckled.

“Sappy?”

You giggled as you leaned closer to him. You kissed him on the cheek, just as he had done a few minutes ago to you.

“Yeah,” you said. “Yes, it is, but it’s okay. But, yeah, a bit sappy.”

“All right, then, tell me yours if you’re so witty,” he said playfully.

“Mine?” you said, thinking. You smiled to yourself. “I think when we went to Hogsmeade for the first time. And I refilled the butterbeer bottles with magic, remember?”

“Yeah.”

“And you said, you said this: ‘You really are something.’ And I was blown away, because I knew I wasn’t doing something nice, but… You seemed to understand. And I just… It felt so… right with you.”

You were captivating as you were sitting there, showering in the last orange beams of the sunset. George was not fond of showing off, let others see what you two have… He had always believed it to be a private thing. But as he saw the last people wandering around the quidditch pitch, way below where you were sitting, he almost felt like putting everything aside and just press kisses all over you right here, right now.

His rumbling stomach reminded him that you two skipped dinner, indeed. He looked down at the sandwiches you had brought and his chest felt warm again.

“Are these for us?”

“What do you think, ginger boy?” you handed him one from the pile. “Here, take it.”

He took a bite and his stomach immediately felt better. He wondered if he’d feel the same if anyone else but you’d had made the sandwiches.

“What’s yours?” he said, mumbling through the ham and tomato.

“Cheese. You wanna try it?”

“Yeah.”

You switched.

Above your heads the Filibuster’s Fireworks were throwing their last sparks around before their remainings fell at your feet. The quidditch pitch and the park was empty now, as curfew was coming. George’s mood sank a bit as he saw Hagrid’s empty hut in the distance; he just hoped that he’s all right, whatever mission Dumbledore had sent him on. Sitting here with you, eating sandwiches and drinking butterbeer made it hard to believe that somewhere out there the greatest dark wizard was planning to destroy their peaceful world. He wished he could stay in this moment with you forever.

“You wanna play a round of Exploding Snap before heading back?” he asked you.

“Sure!”

You opened a pack of Fizzing Whizbees while he shuffled the cards. You put a piece of candy in his mouth as well and he pressed a kiss on your fingers as a thank you.

By the time you finished playing it was already dark, only the moon was shining on the sky. George knew you felt the same — trying to stretch out this perfect day, before returning to reality. But soon you could do nothing about it. It was time to pack your stuff and head back to the castle.

“Are you cold?” George glanced at you as you shivered.

“A bit. I’m more creeped out by the forest. Look.”

You pointed at the treeline by the Forbidden Forest. George grinned.

“Ron said there are enormous Acromantulas there,” he said teasingly. He knew you hated spiders. “Bigger than a car, even.”

“Oh, shut up, will you?” you shivered again. He laughed and put an arm around your shoulders.

“Wouldn’t it be nice, tough? A nice tour in the —”

“George!” you scolded him and ran a few feet ahead. “I leave you behind if you don’t behave!”

“I’d like to see you try,” he said, running after you. You shrieked as he almost caught you at the bottom of the stairs and giggled loudly when he embraced you in a tight hug in the Entrance Hall.

“George! Let me go!”

“I don’t think so, love,” he said, peppering you with kisses from behind.

“Let me go, I feel sick!”

George let go in panic at once. He reached for your face in concern.

“I’m so sorry, are you all right? Did I do something?”

“Hah!” you blew raspberries at his face and started laughing again as you ran up the marble staircase. George scowled in mock outrage.

“You’re making fun of my good heart, Y/N!” he shouted as he was running after you.

The two of you were chasing each other all the way on the corridors. You stopped in the middle of a hallway, waiting for him, playing with him, daring him to chase you again. You seemed to be trapped between a statue and the window; behind you the stairs had just moved away.

“Having some trouble?” George asked, smirking. His voice was echoing in the empty hallway.

“Oh, you wish!” you giggled and decided to jump to your left, at an arriving staircase. George followed and caught you for the second time, holding you close from behind.

“Don’t even dream about going free this time,” he murmured in your ears and he felt you shivering again.

“You overestimate yourself, Weasley,” you chuckled.

Somewhere in the distance a door was shut, but it was too far away for George to care. He only cared about you as you turned around in his arms, standing in the middle of the moving staircase. You casually put your arms around his neck. He loved when you did that.

“I wanna ask you something,” he said suddenly. You nodded.

“Ask.”

“It’s a serious question.”

“Okay, ask,” you smiled at him with anticipation.

George had no idea where this was coming from. He just wanted to know. He just wanted to be sure. He’s a declared sappy git already… so it didn’t really make a difference.

“Are you happy?”

He saw that the question took you by surprise. Somewhere above he could hear footsteps.

You nodded, smiling.

“Of course.”

He shook his head.

“No, witty… I mean seriously. Are you happy?”

You were looking deeply in his eyes. George knew you understood. He just hoped you say yes. Yes to being happy with him… just as happy he was with you.

Your smile faded a little as you were thinking… evaluating… George’s heart was beating nervously. You looked to his side, reminiscing about something that he couldn’t see, something only you could see, only you could remember… then you looked back at him, a piercing look in your eyes, and you said calmly with a returning smile:

“Yes. I am happy.”

George let out a deep sigh and grinned. His chest felt really, really hot. When you reached for his face, the touch of your fingertips left him feel dizzy.

“Are you happy?” you whispered. George didn’t even need to think about it.

“Yes, I am.”

“I am serious, too.”

“I am very happy,” he leaned closer to kiss you but you turned away.

“Don’t, I have a boyfriend!”

“Oh, all right then,” he let go of you and stood tall, making it impossible for you to reach him. “Is this all right?”

“Now, that I think about it…” you said with a cheeky grin. But he purposely stood even taller on his toes. He loved playing with you like this. His smile widened when you gently pulled his tie towards you.

“Now, now, what will your boyfriend say?”

“He can handle it.” George gave in and closed his eyes in pleasure as your lips touched his. He grabbed your robes and pulled you closer to him, taking in your wonderfull vanilla shampoo and tasting butterbeer on your tongue…

“Hem hem.”

George sprung aroung, hiding you behind his back in an instant. He knew this voice, this disturbing little sound, he knew whom it belonged to. He was right. On the top of the staircase was Professor Umbridge, staring at the two of you with a wide smile.

“Mr Weasley,” she said in a girlish voice. “Miss Y/L/N. Are you aware of how late it is?”

“No,” said George at once. Umbridge shook her head.

“When I ask you something Mr Weasley I expect you to answer with ‘Yes, Professor Umbridge’ or ‘No, Professor Umbridge’. Let’s try again. Are you aware of how late it is?”

“No… Professor Umbridge.”

“Come up here, please.”

She indicated next to her, and she herself stepped off the staircase, too. George looked at you and rolled his eyes; you smirked and took his hand. He knew detention was coming, he didn’t really care; he was rather annoyed that he has to spend his valuable time cleaning statues or writing some lines.

You walked up the staircase and stopped in front of Umbridge. George wondered wether she was twice as short as him. She shot an interested glance at his hand holding yours, but she did not comment on it.

“Now, I must inform you that breaking the school rules comes with consequences. Leaving your dormitories at night, way past curfew is one of the many things that are forbidden in this institution. I am expecting you on Monday at five o’clock in my office. Detention, it is.”

“For going on a walk?” you said irritatedly. Umbridge glanced at you holding hands again before she answered.

“Punishable behaviour should be punished, dear. Was I clear enough?”

“Yes…” you muttered. She raised an eyebrow. “Professor Umbridge.”

“Wonderful. Let’s hope we can break off these silly… habits,” she took one last glance at your hands. “To your dormitories, now. Off you go, please.”

You didn’t speak until you reached the Fat Lady, but when you stepped into the common room, both of you snorted with laughter.

“Punishable behaviour should be punished,” George said in a high pitched voice. “Honestly.”

“I hate that woman so much,” you said, rolling your eyes and giggling. “Detention! Seriously?! Like I had nothing better to do than writing some lines for her or something.”

“Exactly,” George said, pulling you closer to him again. “Come here, you.”

He pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose. You giggled. You were very giggly tonight.

“I had fun, you know,” he said.

“Yeah, me too,” you nodded before letting out a huge yawn.

“Maybe you should turn in.”

“Yeah, probably,” you said, rubbing your eyes. You curtseyed playfully. “Goodnight, Mr Weasley.”

George seriously considered saying ‘Goodnight, Mrs Weasley’ to you, but he decided he’d rather not freak you out. So he just said his usual ‘Sweet dreams’ and only turned away when you waved him goodbye and disappeared behind your dormitory door.

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Tangled Roots

I’d like to say thank you, and give credit to @derrysdenbrough who collaborated with me on this. They were fantastic to work with, and please check out their AMAZING work!

warnings: none. just fluff and cuteness.

word count: 4.5k +

summary: you and neville are chosen by professor sprout to participate in a treasured apprenticeship. Will it bridge your friendship into something more?

“Y/n, I was wondering what you were interested in doing after you left hogwarts?” All the fifth years had heard this too many times already, and I shrugged hopelessly.

“I have no idea, Professor.” I replied honestly. She nodded slowly.

“What subjects are you taking next year?” She asked.

“Have you considered taking an apprenticeship with anyone?” Oh, Godric, this was it. She was about to ask me.

“I’m hoping to be offered one, which is why I’m only taking five classes. It gives me flexibility.” I shivered in anticipation.

“I would be honoured, Professor! Honestly, it sounds fantastic!” She smiled at me.

“Why’re you late?” Harry asked, and I grinned.

“Sprout offered me an apprenticeship!” I whispered excitedly. Snape paused, and so did we. When he continued, Harry spoke.

“That’s amazing! Neville’s doing the other one.” Neville. That’s who the hidden herbology genius was.

I finished dinner early and made my way to the greenhouses. I knocked hesitantly, but I needn’t worry.

“Come in!” Professor Sprout called eagerly, and I walked in, shutting the door tightly behind me. Neville was already there, and I smiled at him. He looked away, and I shrugged.

“That was incredible!” I breathed as Neville and I stood outside the door. Neville nodded with a content sigh.

“The best! Can you believe we have another two and a half years of that?” We started walking together, though our towers were on opposite sides of the castle. I cast a tempus as we walked, to see that it was half eleven.

“Rowena!” I exclaimed, and Neville increased his pace. “Don’t worry, Neville. I’m a prefect. I’ll walk you back in case we run into anyone.” He slowed down enough for me to catch up.

“Isn’t the boy supposed to escort the girl?” He murmured.

“Wha-Oh!” I felt red creeping up my neck, and I involuntarily shivered. We walked in silence, my mind playing on what he had said. Neville Longbottom! I must have shared two words with him prior to this. “I’m afraid I don’t know the way from here. You’ll have to guide me.” I broke the silence, and Neville took the lead. For some strange reason, I was committing the way to Gryffindor tower to memory.

“Our portrait’s a fat lady who thinks she can sing. Impossible to miss her.” Sure enough, I could hear a voice cracking in an attempt to reach a high note. I laughed.

“Is it always hear her before you see her?” Neville laughed as well.

“S’pose so.” The warbling voice got louder and louder as we went up a staircase, and I finally met her.

“Oh! Hello, you two lovebirds. Is that Neville? Gosh, you’re dating a pretty little thing, aren’t ya?” She laughed and stared at us expectantly.

“No! We aren’t dating.” Neville shook his head, and she giggled. “Horntail.” His voice dropped, but I still heard it. The portrait swung open, and Neville looked back at me.

“Goodnight. Thanks for walking me back.” I smiled at him.

“No worries. See you tomorrow.”

“The new seating plan is as follows.” Flitwick stood in the middle of the room, with his students standing in front of him.

“Neville, did you finish Sprout’s assignment?” I had finished it, albeit with difficulty. He nodded.

“I guess. I’ll give it another week, I suppose.” Neville smiled back and the charms class went on.

“Hey! Hermione! Neville said you helped him with the herbology thing, any chance I can get some wisdom?” I asked hopefully. She frowned.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I have a class now, and I tutor on Tuesday nights. Is it due tonight?” I nodded, knowing I was fucked. “ Why don’t you ask Neville? I’m sure he’d be happy to help. Bye!” I watched her retreating figure before she was lost in the crowd. There was a reason I hadn’t asked Neville for help, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.