#the fourth one is straight up indecent who gave him the right to look at her like that
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One shot of M or Gender Neutral Reader with Nami but Paulie keeps flirting with the reader so she reacts?
authors note: hello ! i love this idea .. although , it seems whenever I write for ‘ jealousy ‘ prompts , it turns into more poly-esque content .. how odd , but please enjoy <33
Nami x Reader ( x Paulie ) , Jealousy
Nami couldn’t help but leer at the blonde that had a never ending blush within your presence. Sure, it was better to frolic and get to know the towns people and shipwrights. After all, they were the ones to fix the Merry Go, right? But the way that one shipwright stared at you with a look of an entangled heart made Nami huff and puff, arms crossed over her chest.
Why was she jealous, anyways? You weren’t hers or anything, what right did she have to get upset at the way you giggled along with Paulie? Well, that’s what Nami would want to say, turning her back to perhaps go explore the city of water with another of the shipmates. But Nami just couldn’t! No way did she trust you in the company of this man...!
“You all really make these from scratch?” You asked, mouth gaping ever so slightly as you stared upward at the large ships that were only half complete within the shipyard. These shipwrights... really were no joke! You turned your head back to look at Paulie, a bright grin on your face. “You sure are amazing, Paulie!”
The man erupted into an endless flow of stuttering, his tan face painted red. If you looked close enough, you could swear Paulie’s cigar smoke pushed itself into a heart, flourishing with affections. You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. What a cute man! You hadn’t expected such an intimidating person to act so cutely, almost like a young boy.
“O-of course we do!” Paulie sputtered out, “it’s all thank to mayor Iceburg that we can do this, t-though..” He trailed off. What was his problem? Paulie never had problems talking to people! i mean- he struggled when it came to scantily dressed individuals but you weren’t showing skin, at least not much. Then- then what the hell was Paulie’s problem? You had no right, making his heart all full and his palms sweaty...!
Paulie could swear his soul jumped straight out of his body from the sudden application of your hand resting upon his arm, almost holding onto him and his denim coat. Nami reacted the same way as she stood afar, her eyes bulging out of her head. What were you thinking?
“No need to humble yourself!” You offered Paulie a reassuring smile, a smile that pierced right through his heart. “A pirate like me could never do such a thing..” you spoke softly, looking up at the man, meeting face to face with Paulie’s wide eyes and red face.
”Regardless, you- um…—“ Paulie looked off to the side, “You’re um…very cu- skilled! Skilled…right, yeah.” He nodded, looking down upon you. The mans flustered gaze was enough to satisfy you. Who knew a strong man like Paulie could get so worked up?
You and Paulie felt as if you two were in utopia. Flirting with a man as attractive as Paulie sure was one pleasure! And Paulie found the attention and praise to be intoxicating, leaving a sweet and nearly dizzy feeling inside of him.
But the girl across the shipyard felt a whole different way. Nami always knew she held a close fondness for you, even more so then the other Straw Hats. Sure, Nami loved each and every one of them but with you, it felt more then the platonic care she held for Luffy, Robin and so on. It entered within the feeling of endearment, a true sense of love. And the sight of you being all over Paulie was one that didn’t mesh well with her own personal feelings. That should be her getting all the love, not him!
Nami slowly inched her way towards you two, her ears being infiltrated with the sound of your cute chatter with the shipwright. The sound of your giggles and the sight of your arm draped around him made Nami’s blood boil. Why were you so flirty with this guy? You knew Nami way longer then him… and Nami is waaay cuter!
Your head turned from the sudden click of heels. You lit up further at the sight of the navigator. You let go of Paulie and gave Nami a soft smile.
“Nami, hi!” You chirped happily. The smile that graced Nami’s face was one that you were clueless to. It was a smug expression, one that taunted Paulie’s disappointed face as you fixated your attention on the woman. You were merely oblivious to the bitterness that surrounded you.
Nami flashed Paulie the smuggest grin she could muster, throwing all her pride out into his face. “Y/n! How about you and I go shopping?” She smiled purely at you, hands lingering against your shoulders. Paulie couldn’t help but feel frazzled. Was this girl really… trying to do this? What a witch! With those wicked legs, she was drawing you in via seduction, wasn’t she? That… that nymph!
“We’re a bit busy,” Paulie huffed, taking a drag of his cigar. “Sorry toots, you’ll have to wait.” He shot Nami a glare, one that could cut past her scandalous clothing. His rough and large hands met your arm, holding it ever so gently.
Here you stood, having two mildly attractive people with their hands upon you, exchanging rude glances at one another. Ah, was this truly happening? How could you balance this situation…? It truly was a difficult one. You glanced at Nami and then at Paulie, cheeks pink. You mustered up a smile, one that could dig within the deepest depths of their hearts.
“How about we all hang out?” You suggested, watching the two closely. No way in hell did Nami want to be around this prude! And no way would Paulie casually walk around with a girl such as Nami…! But that face… that smile..
Silence graced the shipyard for a moment, leaving the blonde man to ponder his options. Paulie didn’t want to go but if he didn’t, that wicked woman would have all the opportunities in the world to take you as hers, using her body to pull you in like a fish on a hook. He had to protect you from such indecent behaviour! It was his obligation to, as a man.
The two sighed, as if the same thoughts had been invading their heads for the last few seconds. They really had a mutual distaste for one another, now, didn’t they? “Fine.” Nami and Paulie said in sync, both standing off to the side, Nami’s hands on her hips and Paulie’s arms flat on his sides.
Your eyes sparkled, “Okay!” You mused, reaching out and snatching a palm from each of them, one hand intertwined with Nami’s, and your other hand in Paulie’s clutches. You looked back and fourth at the two, a gentle smile resting on Nami’s face whilst a frazzled and shy expression shook Paulie’s masculine features.
“Where shall we go first?”
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EUPHORIA - Chapter 6
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.
Chapter Warning: Fluff, only a tad of angst if you squint
WC: 2500
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Dean tried to sleep on the couch but it wasn’t as comfortable as the bed, that much was given. It’s just that he doesn’t want to overstep boundaries. And he most probably would do if he slipped in next to her, so he’d rather not.
He gets woken up by her whining though. She probably has fever dreams. He stays rigid, listens to her, kind of hoping that it’d go away but the whining only picks up, so he gets up and walks over, sits himself on the bed next to her and strokes at her head. She’s still so unbearably hot.
Pouring water into the glass that he placed next to her bed, he wakes her up to drink from it.
She looks at him, her eyes see her surroundings but she doesn’t really register, “‘ve to pee,” She mumbles, “Can you help me up?”
Dean frowns a little. So she does know where she is, clearly sees that someone takes care of her, and she’s okay with it. It baffles him a little, but he’s glad that she let him. Let him take care of her without asking any further questions.
“Sure,” He says and helps her up.
It took them an awfully long time until she was standing, “Should I carry you?”
“I can walk,”
“Okay,” He knows that she probably can’t make the long way to the bathroom, but he’s not going to be a wise-ass about it. However, he steadies her and helps her take one step after another.
After the fourth step, she turns to him with pouting lips, “Can you carry me?”
He lets out a soft chuckle, “Yeah,”
Picking her up, he carries her to the bathroom and lets her down right in front of the toilet, “Do you need me t—”
“—No.”
“Okay, I’ll be right outside,”
“‘K,”
She takes her time and Dean’s sweating because he already paints the most absurd scenarios in his head. What if she falls asleep on the toilet and leans too close to the sink? He abandons the thoughts, because there were just too many ways on how she could hurt herself in there.
He breathes again when he hears the flush of the toilet and when he hears her washing her hands, he opens up the door again.
She turns around, her eyes are still foggy, “I don’t wear panties.”
“Yeah,” Dean huffs out a breath, “They, uh, I bathed you, I have new ones if you want to wear them.”
“Nuh-uh.” She shakes her head.
Dean grins, “Nuh-uh?”
“Too much work.”
Well, yeah, that’s fair. It would be too much work for him either to get them on her. He’s trying to be good and she should not test his patience.
She reaches her arms up, touches his neck. It’s cold from the water and Dean senses that she’s trying to tell him something but he’s distracted by her cuteness, until he realizes that she probably wants him to help her back to bed.
“You want me to carry you back to bed, Y/N?”
Her face rubs against his chest and he can’t see but he guesses that she's back in her trance because she didn’t give him an answer. He picks her up, and carries her to the bed, and he’s right, she already has her eyes closed.
Dean covers her with the sheet and pushes himself off the bed when she taps him on his thigh, “Stay?”
“Yeah,” He smiles, “Of course.” He walks around and gets in and again, she curls up next to him.
*
For the next twenty-four hours, she was mostly in and out of consciousness. Dean occasionally woke her up to get soup and water into her. He carried her to the bathroom when she had to pee and he drew her another bath when he felt like she’s hot again.
He had to leave her for an hour to go down and brief his employees. If they noticed how he was dressed (in his sweats and a simple shirt), they knew not to say a word. He returned to his loft after telling them that he’s here but he’s not really here. None of them asked any questions and he knows that the club is in good hands with Cas taking care of it. He somehow also sees it as an opportunity for Cas to prove himself. Maybe he’ll take more days off, test Cas to see if he would be a good fit when Dean would open up another club, and let Cas manage there. Who knows.
It’s almost 5am when she wakes up again and she turns around to see him sitting in bed with his back against the headboard. He was going through the emails of his private investigators for people who signed up for the waiting list when he heard her speak.
“Dean?”
He looks over to her, sees her blinking before she sits up. He tries not to laugh, because her hair’s all messy, like really messy, and greasy from all the sweating that she’s done.
“Yeah?” He grins simply.
“Why am I here?”
Well, Dean can’t lie. It hurts a little that she doesn’t remember their interaction. He closes the laptop, sets it aside, “You wanna hear the short version or the long version?”
Y/N rubs at her eyes and yawns, “Something in between?”
Dean raises an eyebrow before he chuckles, “Well, we were supposed to meet, you still remember that?”
He thinks it’s cute how he can literally see the penny drop.
“Oh, shit!”
“Yeah,” He huffs out a breath, “I didn’t know what happened and I brushed it off as you maybe having changed your mind, but then your boss called—”
“—Rufus? Oh, no!”
“The very one. Just, how many bosses do you have?” He pulls his eyebrows up his forehead. She doesn’t answer so he takes it that he can go on, “Mr. Turner said that he tried to reach you and even sent someone over to check but you didn’t answer the door. “
Her gaze is trained on her lap, and she tries to tuck strands of greasy hair behind her ear. She’s really so cute it almost hurts for him to watch her.
“I remember feeling hot and then I thought if I went to bed I’d feel better by the morning,” She mumbles and he has the feeling that she’s trying to explain, which she really didn’t have to. She stares at her hand for way too long before she speaks again, “How did you find me?”
Dean shrugs with an easy grin on his face, “I climbed the fire escape.”
“You didn’t,”
“I sure did,” He laughs and she has to smile at that.
He’s glad to see her smile. She has to do way more of that.
“What time is it?” She asks with her next breath.
“Almost 5am.”
She frowns at him, “Why are you up?”
“You trashed around in your sleep and I had to come and hold you, so that you didn’t hurt yourself.” He says, which is true. She whined and grunted and he was seriously afraid that she’ll fall out of bed.
Y/N lifts up the blanket to get up and Dean almost can’t get out of bed fast enough to help her.
She looks at him standing next to her before she looks down at herself, her hands rubbing at her ass, probably noticing again that she’s not wearing any panties, “We didn’t, did we?”
“What? You were barely conscious. I would never,”
Her face is unfazed as she looks up at him, her eyebrows rising, as if she urges him to tell her the truth, as if she doesn’t really believe him. That kind of hurt.
Dean sighs and rolls his eyes, “Fine. I did put you in a bath to get your temperature down and then I put another shirt on you because your clothes were full of sweat. Wait,” He walks over to his couch and she sits back on the bed, waits for him to return with the big bags of clothes. She’s sitting down again, probably still too weak to stand for a longer period of time, “Claire went out and bought you stuff. I hope it’s not all crop tops and mini skirts. I didn’t check, so I wouldn’t know.”
“Can I take a shower? I feel filthy.” She asks him and they are sitting so close, her naked thighs touch his sweats.
“Of course,” He says, smirks and adds, “Let me check your temperature first.” Dean reaches his hand up to place his palm on her forehead, then he switches to the back of his hand. After that, he cradles her face in between his hands, and she frowns when she watches him place a kiss on her forehead. He lingers there longer than necessary.
She has to chuckle, “What are you doing?”
“I’m checking your temperature.” He whispers against her skin.
“That’s not how you do it, Dean!” She’s laughing and he thinks it sounds great. He would love to hear it more often.
He presses his lips into a thin line but he can’t hide the smirk, “Are you saying that every time I checked Sammy’s temperature, I did it all wrong?”
She’s full on laughing when he fake gasps and Dean can’t help but thinks that it’s easy with her. She gets his humor. If he knew that back then, he wouldn’t have wanted to wait so long to meet her again.
Dean showed her the way to the bathroom, carrying the bags with him so she can get dressed afterwards.
She made a brave face in front of him but she was screaming on the inside.
Like, seriously?
Oh my god.
He found her and he took her home to take care of her.
Who knew that Dean Winchester would do that? Well, she knew that he took great care of Sammy. It’s always Sammy did this , Sammy did that , when he sat next to her in class. She could feel that Sammy was — or still is — very important to him. She just never thought that he would care for her when she was sick with a stupid bug.
She peels herself from Dean’s shirt and steps into the shower. He had shown her how it works because it’s way too fancy for her liking. He also gave her a fresh towel and showed her which one of the toothbrushes was hers. It’s weird staring at the brushes in their holder. Weird to share a holder with anyone, that wasn’t her roommate or family member, no? She’s probably overthinking things.
The shower is really great. It’s big and it has the right water pressure. She doesn’t know why, but her mind goes straight to the gutter when she thinks of things one could do in this shower. She shakes the thought out of her head and continues to soap herself up, continues to wash the grease from her hair and somehow, she wishes that she had a razor with her because the hairs are starting to grow back in all the places where they are not welcome.
After the shower, she gets dressed and almost screams out of frustration at the clothes Claire apparently bought for her. She wonders if it’s a stupid joke but she has no other option, so she walks out of the shower with a towel still wrapped around her wet hair.
Dean’s changing his bedding, when he notices her and turns around to face her but immediately, he throws his whole body back, his mouth open wide in a big hearty laugh.
“What?”
“Fries Before Guys?” Dean says when he finally composes himself.
“Hey, that’s the best shirt, alright? Or at least it probably was a shirt until they cut off the lower half. The others have sayings like ‘Yes, Daddy?’ , ‘No pants are the best pants’ and many more. I won’t name them all. At least the jeans fit.”
They really fit. Just, a little less holes would have maybe been better. Her whole legs had holes in them.
Dean’s still chuckling, “Nah, fries before guys. I like that. Do you prefer fries before guys?” He looks at her with a playful smile and one raised eyebrow.
“I would never,” She says and walks up to him with a grin on her face. Dean watches her. His smile disappears. She places one hand on his shoulder and stands on her tiptoes, places a kiss on his cheek and grins when she parts, “Share my fries.”
He clears his throat before he speaks, and she can see the blush in his cheeks, “Here’s your phone,” He hands it to her, “Mr. Turner would like you to call him when you’re feeling better again.”
“Thanks,” She says and Dean’s already shaking his head, mouth opening probably to tell her that she shouldn’t worry about it. But she does, alright? It doesn’t happen everyday that an old classmate takes care of her when she’s sick. She cuts him off, “No, seriously, Dean. Thank you. You didn’t have to, but you did.”
Dean nods, “It’s really no big deal. I like being around you,”
It’s her turn to blush.
*
He makes her breakfast and watches her eat while he smiles like an idiot.
“What?” She asks him with one brow raised.
“Nothing,” He shakes his head, and takes a bite himself, “It’s just… it’s good to see you’re eating again.”
She tugs at her shirt while eating. She’s not made for crop tops, doesn’t really feel confident enough and Dean must have noticed because he starts to chuckle, “Do you want one of my shirts?”
“Yes, please,” She groans out and Dean abandons his food to go get her a shirt.
Later he drives her home, although she thinks that he might have wanted her to stay longer but she really feels like she should go back, and rest, now that she’s walking and talking coherently again.
However, Dean stops at a store and they go in to buy foodstuff for her fridge. She cringes that he has looked in there, because last she checked it was empty.
He helps her carry it up to her apartment but turns around to leave right after.
“Dean?” She says before he disappears out the door.
“Yeah?”
She walks towards him, leans herself against the door frame, “Can you show me more when I’m feeling better?”
The frown on his face makes way for a smile, and it grows wide and bright. The crinkles carved deep on the side of his eyes, “Yeah, I’d love to.” Dean leans down, kisses her cheek, “But you get better first, alright?”
“I will.”
He leaves another kiss on her forehead and shrugs when he parts, “Just checking the temperature.”
She laughs. Dean has already made his way down. He waves at her one last time before he rounds the corner of the stairwell.
Chapter 7
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Misguided Youth: The First Misunderstanding
Chapter 1
Kylo Ren didn’t necessarily enjoy being an asshole. It just kind of happened that way. Somewhere along the line between puberty and getting his heart broken for the first time, the man evolved into an enigma of darkness and reticence. Somehow he had shucked off the nerdiness and slipped on armor in the form of bad decisions and anger management problems. Looking at this hulking form of a man, you’d never guess his obsession with space or that his hobbies included calligraphy.
Although Hux, his best friend from childhood, sure as hell did his best to remind Kylo of the fact daily.
The biggest joke of all was that Kylo had somehow turned his teenage angst and emo persona into a career. It was pretty straightforward - he just wanted attention. His father was a pilot, and his mother was a senator. Both of his parents were headstrong and stubborn - meaning that neither really had an interest in being a parent. His childhood was a blur of being passed from nanny to nanny. Once, his parents were so busy with their own lives, they actually shipped him off to the Pacific Northwest to live with his reclusive uncle.
So Kylo lashed out. It was a slippery slope that began with wearing dark clothes and piling on the metal hardware. He even gathered his friends Hux and Phasma and started a stupid band where he could croon about abandonment and loneliness. To be honest, they were just kids messing around. Even as he began to collect piercings and tattoos, his parents still didn’t do much. They weren’t exactly present enough to notice their only child spiraling out of control.
Somehow his teenage pet project took off though, and Kylo Ren found himself being signed to a record label alongside his friends. His music resonated with his generation, and next thing he knew Kylo Ren was a college drop out touring the country.
Still, his parents couldn’t be bothered to come to a show.
And so, he continued to act out. It was so fucked really. The more he smoked, drank, and pushed back - the more his fans loved him. Every bar fight, every tabloid photo of his tongue down some model’s throat, every time he flipped off the press - record sales would increase. Finally, he relented to his reputation. If the world wanted him to be an asshole, then he’d be the biggest one of them all. If he couldn’t soothe his aching soul with light and love, he’d find a balm in the form of quick fucks and alcohol.
Which was how he found himself prowling some random bar on a Wednesday night. It was the same routine: if he couldn’t find a good lay, then at least he could get blackout drunk and forget the night. Holding his second or third or fourth (who the fuck cared) glass of bourbon, a sparkling beacon of sweetness caught his eye.
There you were. Pristine and calm, and so fucking good. Perched alone at the bar, your hands were neatly folded over your crossed legs. A stiff peter-pan collar poked out of your pale blue cable knit sweater. A pleated skirt donned your legs, and your feet were covered by a pair of penny loafers. Kylo almost choked on his drink. It was like watching a wet dream straight out of the fifties.
Kylo slowly licked his lips and imagined all of the different ways he could defile you. He’d definitely keep the skirt on while he fucked you into the mattress. He smirked at the clean ponytail - not a single hair out of place. That was definitely staying as well. Better leverage to warp around his hand as he tugged on your hair.
Girls like you were his favorite. Easy pickings as he so eloquently liked to say. There was a reason why the bad boy/good girl trope existed. Women were so eager to fix him. To save him from himself. To make him change for the better - as if he were a fucking conquest. Kylo learned early on that girlfriends would just leave when they realized that he wasn’t some home improvement project they could work on in their leisure time. He was an actual person with actual problems.
They’d usually selfishly move on, leaving behind more damage than there was before their arrival. So Kylo decided to forgo the chore of being in relationships. Instead, he’d allow the illusion that he could be your bad boy for a few hours. Long enough to get his dick wet before he left in the middle of the night.
He thought of it as win-win anyways. He got his rocks off. You got to fulfill some sort of fantasy - really sticking it to your parents for forcing you to take SAT classes every weekend. Nothing said “fuck you” like fucking the boy they’d never approve of.
Downing the bronze liquid in his glass, he harshly set the cup down before cracking his neck a few times. You were still silently sitting alone - not even glancing at a phone. Kylo imagined that you weren’t accustomed to being out on a weeknight. You were probably nervous. The shy type who needed a man like him to shake things up a bit.
He ambled over to your side and slid a forearm across the bar to box you in. His form towered over your smaller one as he smirked down at your placid features returning his gaze with a surprised look.
Jesus, you weren’t even wearing makeup. What an angel.
His deep voice drawled, “Hello, princess. I’m Kylo, and I’m going to buy you a gin and tonic.”
Your owlish eyes blinked back a few times in silence. Kylo licked his lips again. He definitely had you now. Your features were so compliant. So soft. So easy. He could already imagine how he’d probably be the first guy you’d ever allow to go down on you. How he would...
His indecent thoughts were suddenly interrupted as you doubled over in laughter. Hinged at the waist, you had thrown both hands on your knees and bent over to guffaw into the space between your thighs.
What the fuck?
You sat back up and wiped a tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Seriously? You’re going to buy me a gin and tonic? Just like that? And then what? And who drinks gin and tonics anymore? What, are you like eighty?”
Kylo felt his face redden in agitation as you continued to laugh at his expense. His fists clenched and he felt his spine stiffen in embarrassment. Suddenly, another woman appeared by your side. You clutched her arm and continued to shriek, “Oh my God, Jyn. This asshole over here thinks he’s some sort of dark knight trying to whisk away an innocent dove.”
Your brown haired accomplice gave Kylo a withering glare before grabbing onto your arm to tug you away towards a booth pressed against the back wall. Even as you were dragged away, you turned over your shoulder to cry out, “Oh mister knight! Please show me the dark side, won’t you? Show me how to be a bad girl.” You continued to howl in amusement while Jyn wrangled you into a seat.
Kylo stood rooted in shock. Nobody had ever talked to him like that. All six foot two of him screamed “danger”. Yet here you were, dressed like you worked at a fucking soda fountain while hurling insults at the rock star. Kylo felt offended - it didn’t even seem like you recognized him.
This was his supposed angel?
Meanwhile, Jyn shoved a bottle of water in front of your face. “Seriously? I leave you alone for fifteen minutes, and somehow you managed to still get blitzed.”
You pushed the water away in indignation. “Who said I was blitzed? Was it Finn? That fucking snitch!”
Jyn rolled her eyes and pushed the water back towards your hands. She unscrewed the cap and sighed, “Dude, Finn isn’t even here. Honestly, you hold your composure pretty well when you’re just sitting around. It’s when you open your mouth that I can tell you’re drunk.”
“How?”
The brunette laughed and pulled you in for a hug. “I say this with so much love, but you turn into a total bitch when you’re tipsy.” You huffed into her hair and relented with a swig from the water bottle.
“Oh, here. Thanks for letting me borrow your phone.” Jyn squeezed your shoulder before placing the device on the table. You waved off her gratitude, and the woman continued, “Why are you dressed like a cast member in Grease, anyways?”
You moaned and threw your face into your palms. You were in the last year of getting your MBA. One day you would be a fearless female CEO of some publicly traded company. You’d slink out of your penthouse, get chauffeured around to your job, and change lives dammit.
But that was someday, and right now you were a broke grad student trying to make ends meet before resorting to hawking your organs on Canal Street. Jyn gave you a look of pity as you bemoaned your existence. “I look like Sandy Olsson because I actually do work at a soda fountain now.” Jyn burst into a fit of giggles as you pulled at your face in exasperation.
“It’s one of those stupid hipster joints in Brooklyn where they’re still trying to profit off of nostalgia. So yeah. That’s my part time job.” You moved to kick your friend off her seat as she started to tear up at the image. Just before you could successfully push the woman off, a man cleared his throat.
Kylo was looming over the table, still angry from your confrontation. Somehow watching you laugh it up with your friend only pissed him off even more. He glared down at you and seethed, “What’s your fucking problem?”
Before Jyn could grab the back of your sweater, you leapt up from your seat and squared right up. “You want to know what my fucking problem is? My ‘fucking problem’ is entitled douchebags such as yourself thinking that you can just prowl up to any woman and we’ll drop our panties for you. You’re not good looking enough to act like an asshole.”
Kylo reeled back, completely disarmed and offended. “Well I’m so sorry for misreading your desperate fake good girl look.”
His chest was heaving now, barely grazing your own as it rose and fell with each labored breath. You knew you were about to become annoying, but it was too late to stop. You begin to press a finger into his chest over and over again, punctuating your words with each push.
“Let me tell you something about looks, mister. At least I’m not the old geezer dressed like he’s still holding onto the wonder years of his misguided youth.”
“Misguided youth? Do you know who the fuck I am?”
Kylo was positively seething at this point. Who gave you the right to talk to him like that? Some stupid nobody dressed like a fucking cartoon trying to school him on his wardrobe. Jyn desperately tried to calm you down, but her words were drowned out as you raised the volume of your voice.
“No, I don’t dickwad. And I sure as hell wouldn’t want to. I don’t want people thinking that I associate with grandpas who still wear eyeliner!”
“Grandpa? I’m fucking twenty-seven!” Kylo practically roared as he flung his phone into the wall. You looked at him in shock as the device ricocheted off the wall and slid back towards him across the table. Kylo Ren had participated in his fair share of bar fights, but very few people could actually get underneath his skin. He sure as hell wasn’t expecting his opponent to be sporting a bowtie in her hair.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” A posh British accent suddenly interrupted the feud. A red-haired man appeared next to Kylo, and pushed him away from your shaking fist. He quickly snatched up Kylo’s phone, and apologized on behalf of his friend. Jyn took the cue and quickly moved you behind her as well. The moment was over, and you heard Kylo call the man “General” before the two disappeared through a crowd that had formed.
Still shaking, you sank down into the booth and closed you eyes. You really needed to get your shit together.
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Company (One-Shot)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black!Reader
Word Count: About 4k
Summary: Steve starts frequenting the diner you work at 2 years after the snap. You give him companionship, he gives you a promise, and that's all you two could ever want.
Warnings: Some cursing, alcohol, kinda angsty but overall cute
A/N: Soooooo... I've been working in this for about 2 and a half weeks and I really do hope that I translated my idea well enough. This is actually my first non-requested one-shot and I'm pretty proud of myself. Hope you guys like it as much as I do. Love you all!💛💖💖💛
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"The brooding blonde over there requested you, again." Your coworker Mari smirks. You just smile and shake your head, adjusting the headband that kept the curls from your fro out of your face, picking up the coffee pot behind you.
"Fourth time this week. He's not too bad though." You make your way over to the back corner of the diner where the man was sitting. He seemed to be checking out the menu even though he seems to order the same thing each day. "Nice to see you again. Coffee?" You smile. He nods and you begin to pour.
"Nice to see you too, uh…" He tries to squint to see your name tag.
"Y/N." You hold your hand out, your bright, friendly smile still on your face.
"Steve." He shakes your hand and grins, blue eyes making contact with your deep brown eyes. His facial features seem settled, hardened. Like he's seen things that no one would imagine. His eyes seemed sad, even with the grin on his face.
"Well, Steve, are you ready to order?" You pull the pad and pencil from your apron
"I'll have the oatmeal with bacon." You write down the order.
"Side of blueberries and brown sugar on the side?" You finish writing and look up, grinning.
"I, uh, yeah. How did you know?" He squints at you slightly.
"You've been here for breakfast everyday this week so far and ordered the same exact thing. So a lucky guess, maybe." You shrug. "I'll have that right out for ya." You smile one last time then head back to the counter, placing the order in the window.
"He put so much focus into undressing you with his eyes, I'm surprised you're not naked right now." Mari smirks at the stacked menus in front of her and picks them up to straighten them then pushes a dark, black lock of hair that fell out of he bun behind her ear. You lightly shove her and continue to fill a cup with water.
"He wasn't… He's very sweet." You smile to yourself, grabbing a straw and putting it behind your ear.
"Mhmm, sure. Just go take your mans his water since he's obviously thirsty." You roll your eyes at her then make your way back over to Steve's table.
"Here you go." You set down the cup and the straw. "And your food will be ready shortly." You took this moment to examine the way Steve looked at you. His eyes seemed to slowly roam over your body, admiring your radiant chocolate skin that flowed in the morning sunlight and matched perfectly with your powder blue uniform, but they also seemed to be fighting to stay above the neck. The small grin that seems to never leave his face shows you that he really does just love your presence.
"Alright, uh, thank you." He smiles. You smile back and nod, then head back to the counter.
"Well…" Mari draws out her words as you walk by. You just fix your fro a bit then turn to look at her.
"I don't know what you're looking at, I'm indecent." You wrap your arms around yourself and smirk at her, making you both cackle.
The rest of the morning went as normal, you brought Steve his food, he ate, he thanked you, and your life went on as usual. This went on for a couple of months and during that time you two got closer. He would always tip generously and give you genuine compliments, like noticing that your hair was different, because he could always count on you to keep him company, and because of this Mari would call him your sugar daddy, a nickname you secretly enjoyed, but decided to keep away from Steve.
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This week seemed to go the way every other one did until it got to Friday. Steve didn't come in for breakfast and though you wanted to think nothing of it, the situation still bothered you. No, you didn't want to be dependent on his being around every day, but you worried about him. He seemed very lonely and you loved being able to give him company, so the entire day every time someone entered you would quickly switch your gaze to the door to see if it was Steve, but it never was until about 15 minutes before your's and Mari's shift was over. You didn't know though, you were done looking at the door and not seeing him, so when you heard the bell you didn't turn around.
"Hey, you weren't here at your normal time." You hear Mari's voice behind you sounding oddly chipper.
"Yeah. I, uh, had something to do." You hear a deeper voice chuckle, causing something in your brain to prompt you to look back. You're graced by the sight of Steve in a light blue and white plaid button up and dark, almost black, jeans with black dress shoes holding a black bomber jacket.
"Steve…" This was the only word you could muster with the number of different feelings rushing through you at that moment. Anger, relief, and slight desire.
"Y/N, I'm sorry I didn't come and see you this morning. I just had to take care of some things because, I wanted to take you out." Steve flashes you a nervous smile, which you must have given a confused face in response because he continues to explain. "There's a club that I hear is great and I wanted to take you to get drinks and maybe have a dance or two." He shifts on his feet and moves his jacket to his other arm.
"Steve, Mari and I were planning to go out, actually-" You start, pushing the braids from your short braided bob behind your ear.
"Oh, we can go out next week or something." Mari says, giving you her wide mischievous smile.
"But I need to help you clean, and my uniform-" You instinctively smooth down your uniform and widen your eyes at Mari. You really did want to go out with Steve, but you didn't want to be that friend to blow of a friend for a man, but with the face she was making you eventually understood that would not be a problem tonight.
"I can finish and I'll take your uniform home. Did you forget that we live together?" She comes from behind the counter, walks over to you, and places her hands on your shoulders, then begins to push you towards the back.
"Are you sure?" You whisper as you continue to get lightly shoved.
"Of course. He's up here looking good. After you get changed you'll look absolutely sexy." Once you guys do get to the back you turn around to look at her. "Go get your sugar daddy." You chuckle at the silly nickname and give her a tight, quick hug, then go to the back to get changed.
After around 20 minutes, you come out from the back in black skinny jeans, a maroon sleeveless wrap-shirt crop top, and black strappy heels. You applied a bit of eyeshadow, just a shimmery gold to enhance what you already had, and lip gloss that made your lips shine. You adjust your black leather jacket in your arms and smile at the eyes that were on you. Steve stood there stupefied while Mari gave you her signature "Fuck it Up" look. You walk over to Steve and place your arm in his.
"You look amazing." He smiles at you. This time, unlike other smiles, his eyes seem to smile with him. They aren't emitting the sorrow that you are used to, and this delights you.
"Thank you." You continue to look into his eyes, feeling comfortable in his gaze.
"Well kids, don't stay out too late. Have fun, and say no to drugs, unless it's the fun ones." Mari shoos you two out the door, watching as you guys walk into the brisk night air. He walks you to his old, beat-up, blue Bug and opens the door for you. You smile as you climb into the car. He closes the door and makes his way to the driver's side.
"Steve, what's your last name?" You tilt your head at him as he entered the car and put the key in the ignition.
"Rogers, why?" He puts the car in drive and pulls off.
"That's where I know you from!" You slap your thigh and turn back to Steve examining his side profile again. He gives you a momentary confused side glance then turns back to the road. "You're Captain America." You say more in realization to yourself, but making Steve giggle.
"You're just figuring this out?" He chuckles.
"LISTEN," You begin to crack up, making Steve laugh harder. "No, listen. You were just such great company that I didn't care who you were. All this means is that you now don't have to keep an extremely obvious secret from me. So really, I just made your job as my friend ten times easier. You're welcome." You shrug and give him a sassy smirk, making him shake his head and chuckle.
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You two have been at this club for about half an hour, sitting at the bar drinking and talking. As you talked, you guys leaned closer and closer to each other, partly due to the volume of the music, but at this point in the conversation the topic has gotten interesting.
"My best friends, actually, both got dusted from the snap. I didn't know what to do. I always feel like I could've done something more…" He shook and lowered his head. The way his voice faded off showed the pain he felt for the situation, so in turn you open your heart a bit more.
"I lost my mom and brother from it. I remember driving home and seeing people… disappear left and right. I just wanted to get home and make sure they were okay, but I came home to nothing, no sound. I stayed up for 24 hours straight at home, waiting for them to come through the door." Your voice cracks and your take a deep breath to keep the tears forming in your eyes from falling. "It's still pretty difficult to accept that they're gone."
Silence filled the somber mood between you two as you both took a sip of the drinks in front of you two. After a moment, your straight face turned into a sad smile with the hope of having Steve follow suit. "How about we order some shots and dance a little? Get our minds off of everything." You raise your hand to get the bartender's attention and order a round of shots.
"That sounds like a good idea." He gives you an equally sad and sympathetic smile. And once the shots come, you guys toast to the night and down the alcohol. After a few more shots you started to feel the effects, giggling at seemingly nothing. Steve enjoyed seeing you happy, especially after witnessing how sad you got talking about your mom and brother. After you two take another shot your eyes brighten when you hear Slow Jamz start playing, immediately standing and grabbing Steve's hand pulling him to the dance floor.
"Come on, let's dance!" You yell over the music, voice still a little loud due to due to your lack of volume control when you're intoxicated. Steve couldn't argue with your proposition and slowly gets up, allowing himself to get dragged to the floor. You guys begin to gently begin to move to the music, getting used to the beat. When the lyrics began you start rapping with them, using exaggerated hand motions, which included poking Steve in the chest a few times. He starts catching into your vibe a bit, he grabs one of your hands and lifts your arm up, watching you sway to the music. You instinctively turn around and press your ass to his groin area, moving it in a circle to the beat as he continued to hold your hand up. He moves with you as you move, he lets go of your hand and carefully places it on your hip, still moving in tune with your movements. This entire sequence makes both of you laugh as you turn back around to face Steve, grasping onto his hands and sensually swaying to the music. Once the song was done you head back to the bar for a couple more shots and then back out to the dance floor for another 40 minutes. At this point it was nearing 1:30 am, and you were two steps past turnt so Steve decided it was time for you two to leave.
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After a 40 minute ride that could've been cut down to 20 if your figured out a bit quicker where you wanted to eat, you guys finally arrive to Steve's apartment building. He puts the car in park and turns to look at you, jumping a little when he sees you already staring back, elbow on the middle console, head in your hand.
"How are you not drunk? You did just as many drinks as I did and-and look at you, you drove us all the way h- to your place." You slur your words slightly, waving your hand slightly.
"It's the super soldier part of me. But trust me, it's not as fun as it seems." He reaches for your face and pushes back the short braids that have fallen into your face.
"Another thing," You grasp his hand as it travels near the hand that you rested you head on. "I have wanted you to kiss me this entire night and here I am, kissless." Your eyelids droop as you examined Steve's lips, lightly licking your own as to make sure your not messing up your lip gloss.
"I guess I can fix that for you." He adjusts the grip you had on his hand and gently hooks his fingers onto yours, pulling your hand closer. He leans in and watches as you slowly close your eyes in anticipation, smiling as he goes in for the kiss. It was simple, gentle, just enough for him to show you how much he cared for you without doing too much. He backs away and sees you leaning in slightly in a failed attempt to try to catch another kiss. "Alright, let's get you inside." He gets out of the car and jogs over to your side, opening the door and grabbing your hand to help you out of the car. He leans in and grabs your clutch from the floor then closes the door and holds onto your hand again, now leading you up the steps to his building. He swiftly pulls his keys from his pocket and flips to one key to open the door which lead to a narrow area with a staircase.
"Ughhhh, stairs!" You whine, still holding onto Steve's hand. "Carry me?" You pout, swinging Steve's arm. He just looks at you and rolls his eyes, letting out a small chuckle. He then smoothly reaches underneath your legs and picks you up, adjusting you in his arms slightly, and then proceeds to walk up the one flight of stairs you would have had to walk up to get to his apartment. He sets you down but moves back to holding your hand as he flips to another key to open the door to his apartment. He reaches in and turns on a light then leads you in, dropping his keys on a table by the door.
"Come on, let's get you to bed." He leads you to his room, having to coax you away from getting sidetrack one or twice. His bedroom wasn't a significant size, but it was enough for him to be able to fit a king sized bed in it and have a good amount of room left over.
"Oh but the night is still young!" You exclaim as you move in to wrap your arms around his neck, lustfully examining his face. He places his hands on your waist and leads you to his bed, guiding you to sit. He walks over to his dresser and pulls a pair of sweatpants from a drawer.
"The night is in fact quiet aged and wants to sleep, as you should do too." He walks back to you and hands you the pants. "Here you go. Do you have make-up wipes?" He picks up your clutch from beside you then turns around so you could change.
"Yes, I do, honey. Should be somewhere in there." All Steve hears is russling behind him as you shimmy out of your jeans and pull on the sweatpants as he opens your clutch, quickly skimming through it to find your make-up wipes.
"Are you decent?" He asks, pulling out the pack of wipes and placing the clutch on the nightstand.
"Yep." You pop the p at the end and bounce slightly on the bed. He turns around and smiles at the sight of you in his clothes, then steps closer to begin removing your make-up from your face. You groggily grin up at him as he gently wiped the make-up from your face. "You're so nice. You know that. It's not often that the sexy ones are nice." You smile up at him again, watching as he turns to throw away the wipe then turn back to you.
"Well that's unfortunate." He assists you with his covers as you get under them, shifting around until you get comfortable. "Good?" He asks and you childishly nod. "Alright, I'll be in the living room if you need anything. I'll see you in the morning-" He begins to walk toward the door to the room, but you grasp his hand before he could leave.
"Can you wait 'til I fall asleep? Pretty please?" The words, though childish, were said with partial fear.
"Yeah, of course." Steve walks over to the front corner of his room and grabs the chair that sat there, bringing it over to the side of the bed. He sits and grabs your hand, reveling in the size difference. You just cuddle into the pillow even more, the dopey smile back on your face.
"I miss my family." You say randomly, closing your eyes as you get ready to fall asleep. You couldn't see it, but Steve turned his head towards you, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concern. "My brother was about to graduate high school. Mhmm, got accepted into every college he applied to. Morehouse, Howard, Stanford, some other prestigious white ass school." Steve chuckled at this comment as you continued. "He was very smart. Gonna do big things. He wanted to own a business, already had ideas, actually…" You sniff as tears begin to form. "I miss them, Steve. I really miss them." Steve rushes to wipe the tears that began to fall from your eyes, and gently quieting your sobs with light hushing.
"I know. I know. Get some sleep, okay? Everything will be alright." He gently runs his hand over your braids the presses a kiss on the top of your head. At that moment he pulls away to see that you were already asleep, so he gets up from the chair and turns off the lamp that sat on the nightstand, then makes his way to the door, placing the chair back where it started and exiting the room, closing the door behind him.
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You awaken to the faint scent of bacon and pancakes that floated underneath the door to the bedroom you were currently in. You blink your eyes open but keep the squinted to limit the light that entered them. You bring your hand to your forehead as you attempt to remember where you were and how you got there. You fully remember up until the second or third song you and Steve danced to, faintly remember Steve carrying you up to his apartment and the feeling of a makeup wipe moving across your face, but that's all. You reach over to the nightstand that sat next to you and grab your phone, which seemed to have been placed on a charger during the night, to check the time. 9:30. You close your eyes and take one last deep breath before sitting up and turning so your legs hung from the bed. You get up from the bed and slowly shuffle your way to the door, opening it and continue to shuffle to the kitchen, sitting at the small table in there. 40's jazz was lightly playing from the CD player in the living room as Steve continued to work with the bacon. He turns his head back slightly to see you at the table.
"Morning." He moves away from the stove for a moment to get you some coffee, a glass of water, and 2 aspirin. "Breakfast should be ready in a moment." He walks back over to the stove and removed the bacon from the pan and the pancakes from the griddle that sat next to it, buttering them as he places them on the stack on the plate that sat on the counter. He was wearing a tight grey dri-fit type shirt and blue plaid pajama pants, the shirt forming to his back muscles that flexed as buttered.
"Wait, you can cook? You literally came to the diner every morning for the past two months, for breakfast..." Your suspicious gaze followed him as he carried the plates with the pancakes and bacon to the table placing them in the middle.
"Well, it definitely wasn't for the food." He walks back over to the cabinet to grab two plates, opened the drawer to get utensils, and then picks up the syrup from the counter. When he turns back around he is met with your confused and jokingly offended look. "Your cook isn't exactly the best at making oatmeal. I went everyday to see you. To talk to you." He places a plate and utensils in front of each spot, then uses his fork to place two pancakes on each plate.
"Well I feel special." You smile as you grab a few pieces of bacon, eating one as you place the rest in your plate.
You guys finish making your plates and start to eat in silence, takes small glances at each other like two teenagers that were totally in love on their first date. You subconsciously sway to the music still playing as you survey his apartment. You look back at him, admiring his side profile.
"So, you were there when it happened two years ago?" You asks suddenly but quietly. He furrowed his eyebrows for a second while he tried to figure out exactly what you meant, but quickly caught on.
"Oh, uh, yeah. When it happened, the world felt different. I mean, yeah, we just saw our best friends disappear right in front of our eyes, but we were in the middle of the jungle, and could feel that everything changed." Steve puts down his fork and leans back in his chair, focusing on his tapping on the table.
"You all must have felt pretty helpless, huh?" You begin to trace the rim of your coffee mug with your finger, watchung Steve's face as he slowly nods.
"For the first half year, we didn't know what to do. But that's when the building started for the memorial, and we knew that there had to be a way to bring everyone back…" your eyes light up at these words.
"How's that going?" A subtle smile grows on your face in hopes of good news.
"It's, uh, not going well." His eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looks up at you through his eyelashes. Your face drops at the unfortunate information. You stop circling the mug and place your hand on the table as you lower your head. "Hey," Steve grasps your fingers, running his thumb across your knuckles, making you look up at his serious yet sincere facial expression. "I promise, we won't stop until we bring everyone back." A small grin flashes onto his face. You copy his expression as you examined his eyes, looking for a hint of uncertainty that never came. His words gave you hope, and that's all that you ask for.
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All A King Should Be (Part One - Tywin Lannister)
Pairing: Young Tywin Lannister x OC
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: none yet but we’ll see
Summary: Men like Tywin Lannister weren't made. They were born. His was a mind superior to the realms of men. No one but the gods could create such a thing. Poised for greatness and ready to cease it. Tywin Lannister was born to wear a crown, and she was going to be the one to put it on his head.
Notes: So this story starts Pre-Rains of Castamere, Pre-Ninepenny King. So Tywin is like 16.
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“Father,” Tywin growled under his breath. “Must you bring her?”
“Be kind Tywin,” Tytos good-naturedly reprimanded his eldest son. Playfully shoving the stubborn young man in the shoulder, as if that would ease Tywin’s mood. “This is meant to be a lovely family journey to Lannisport, not one of your angry mealtime lectures.”
“The family does not include whatever woman is warming your bed tonight, Father,” Tywin spat with a venom that he made sure the unwelcome addition could hear.
“Tywin,” a shrill voice cut through the air. “Relax, dear. It is only some traders from Essos. This is meant to be fun!”
Fun. Tywin knew Megga’s idea of fun.
Megga was a candlemaker’s daughter, a lowborn woman who had worked her way into his father’s chambers one night after making a delivery of candles on her father’s behalf. It had taken her meer minutes to seduce Tytos Lannister into inviting her up to his chambers under the guise of choosing an arrangement for his next order of candles, and they had not left his room, except to order more wine, for three days after.
She delighted in nothing but possessions. Tytos’s words of affection did nothing for her. Megga’s father’s pride at her rising status did not warrant notice. The attention showered on her by knights and lesser lords looking to be in Tytos’s good graces meant little. Even her newfound friendship with that witch of a woman Ellyn Tarbeck was of no consequence.
Megga spoke one language: gold. She wanted bars of it for paperweights, more jewelry made of it than she could ever wear. She wanted to spend every last ounce of gold that came out of Casterly Rock’s mines, and Tytos Lannister had a mind to let her.
A fleet of merchant ships had docked in Lannisport and asked to speak with the ruling branch of the family. Normally, such a thing would have garnered no response from even such a weak willed man as Tytos, but the fleet held promise. They had sailed straight to Lannisport, and their hulls were still full of all their wears. If they had come from Westeros, that might not have been of note, but the ships had sailed all the way from Essos, all the way from Asshai, without stopping.
Even the usually disinterested Tywin had been intrigued to see what their stores held, but of course, Tytos brought Megga. What should have been a promising discussion of continued, mutually advantageous trade would instead be turned into a one-time spree aboard respectable merchant vessels who would never wish to return to House Lannister once they had met its pathetic excuse for rulers.
“Might I suggest, dear Megga,” Tywin looked around his father to glaring loathingly at the woman in question, “that you refrain from such indecencies and address your liege lords by their proper titles when in the presence of outsiders.”
“Of course, Tywin,” Megga smirked. “I’m happy to know you no longer see me as an outsider.”
Kevan snorted derisively at Tywin’s left hand side. “Brother, peace,” Kevan half-heartedly endeared, “we have the ride home to deal with, lest you forget.”
“Yes,” Tywin mused, “the ride home plus one carriage no doubt. I’m sure Tytos will have to buy one in Lannisport to fit all the goods Megga convinces him to buy for her.”
Tygett, riding behind his elder brothers, chuckled to himself. “And who, pray tell, is going to sacrifice their horse to pull the bloody thing, Tywin?”
Tywin glowered at the thought. “None of us are walking for that wench, brothers.” Tywin assured them.
The party of Tytos, his three eldest sons, his mistress, and a handful of guards rode for their extended family’s home in Lannisport, intent on informing their distant cousins of their presence should they wish to join the group in seeing the traders.
House Lannister of Lannisport was only a few miles from the Rock, and there had never been a want or need to build a castle so close by, simply for the cadet branch’s pleasure. Rather, their seat was a spacious villa, nestled right where the walls of Lannisport met the sea. It was a gorgeous place that Tywin often enjoyed visiting to escape Tytos on particularly agitating days when he could no longer tolerate the man. Tywin knew his extended family well.
“Ella?” Tywin called as he saw his distant relation standing at the road, seemingly waiting for them.
“Ser Tywin,” Ella curtsied to him but didn’t even bother acknowledging Tytos.
“What is this?” Megga addressed the young woman.
Ella diverted her gaze to the candlemaker’s daughter only briefly before her eyes turned back to Tywin. The cadet branch of the Lannister family had been one of the few houses in the Westerlands not to take advantage of Tytos’s cowardess. Lannister was their name Tytos so callously sullied as well. There would be no deference paid to a woman like Megga here, no matter how much she demanded it.
“My lord, the trading ships from Asshai have invited us to join you and have moved to dock just off our shore so that we might paddle out from here.” She said to Tywin. “Everyone else is prepared to leave. They are waiting at the water.”
“Excellent!” Tytos leapt from his horse in a rush to help Megga dismount hers.
Ella waved and called out to a group of boys lingering around the house, and the stable hands came running to take the lords’ horses.
“Tell me, Ella,” Kevan made conversation as they walked to the docks. “Do any of you know what this is all about?”
Ella gave an excited answer, “I would presume that, being from Asshai, they have something interesting like dragonglass, but if they’re making such a grand display to summon us all, I rather hope they have a dragon egg. I’ve heard there are several in Asshai, turned to rock with age.”
“Well, if they have such a thing I’d certainly enjoy seeing it.” Kevan agreed.
They joined Ella’s older sister and younger brother, Arcella and Lyman Lannister, at the docks and were greeted by their father, Lawsen. Three row boats had been prepared, and a small troop of guards was preparing to paddle out to meet their hosts.
Not far off the shore, Tywin could see a group of four large galley ships clustered in the harbor. Traders from Asshai ventured to Lannisport occasionally, but only as one stop of many along regular trading routes. None had ever been worthy of a visit from House Lannister. As a result, Tywin had never personally seen a trading ship from Asshai, but even if he hadn’t known what they came to see, he would have known what he was looking at. There was no mistaking the galleys as the property of anyone but Asshai.
Their wood was almost black against the crystal clear water and looked as dark as the Shadow from whence it came. Sails of gleaming gray billowed out from their mast; if they weren’t flowing in the wind, Tywin would have thought they were made of metal. Intricate carvings, too small in detail to make out from a distance, littered the bow of the ships, each unique from the one next to it. Three of the bows were capped by beautiful young mermaids, but the fourth, the largest in the center, was crested by the head of a dragon, complete with wooden wings folded back along the sides of the ship.
“Well, they don’t call them Asshai by the Shadow for no reason.” Tygett voiced his brother’s observations and chuckled as he climbed into one of the row boats.
Tywin nodded his agreement and followed his younger brother. “Not a traditional wood for a galley, I wonder what they used.”
“It can’t be very fast,” Tygett added.
Lawsen gave the order and his men on the shore pushed them off. Four guards paddled each of the boats: Tywin, Tygett, and Arcella in one; Lawsen with Tytos and his mistress in another; and Kevan, Ella, and Lyman in the boat bringing up the rear.
“Did they say which ship?” Tywin overheard Tytos asking.
Lawsen snorted. “The dragon of course,” he said as if it was the dumbest question in the world, and it probably was.
As they paddled in, two rope ladders were hauled over the expansive side of the dragon ship. “There,” Tywin got the attention of the guards and pointed to where they should go, “But follow after my father.”
It wasn’t that Tywin wanted Tytos and his mistress to mare the merchants’ impressions of them, and if it had just been his father he would have not cared for the disrespect of an heir going before his lord. Yet, with Lawsen present he didn’t want to further undermine his father’s authority. The man already made House Lannister look weak enough without help.
“Are you the Lannisters?” One of a cluster of men atop the ship deck asked.
“Yes,” Tytos called up the ladder as they pulled in close to the ships. “We have travelled from Casterly Rock.”
A slight figure, covered head to toe in black, pushed to the front of the group and flung themself over the railing. With deft hands, they descended one of the ladders down to the boats to greet them, stopping a few rungs above the tops of the Lannister parties heads.
“Which of you is the Lord of this party?” The voice that came from beneath the hood was too high to be a man’s. Tywin thought it odd that a boy so tall would lack any width or bulk, but these were sailors not soldiers, he supposed.
Tytos Lannister stood in his row boat and almost went tumbling over the side as he lost his footing. Scrambling back up with the help of a guard, Tytos tried to sound off with some of his lost authority. “Boy, I’m here to see your captain. I am Tytos Lannister, the Lord of Casterly Rock.”
With one gloved hand still gripping the rope, the sailor hung leisurely off the side of the ship. “Boy?”
With a quick shake of the wrist, the glove fell from the figure’s free hand and landed in the water beneath, rushing down under the ship with the current. An exposed set of long, thin fingers reached up to push away the hood.
It was a woman, a Valyrian woman judging by her frosted hair and purple eyes, and like all of them, she was a beauty to behold.
Pale skin, strong in its unblemished perfection yet fragile in its delicate porcelain tone, was stretched over sharp cheek bones, colored only slightly despite the warmth of the midday sun and her all black attire. The hair behind her ears was pinned up in a twisted knot at the back of her head while a dozen locks came down both sides to frame her face; their shine made them easily mistakable for long chains of silver jewelry. Her lips were small, much like her narrow frame, but they were beautifully pink and perfectly shaped.
Her eyes, though, drew Tywin in. Not in the way bards loved to sing about falling for a woman’s eyes or the way his father lavished affections on ladies about their enchanting irises because it was an easy and appropriate thing to compliment.
Her eyes drew Tywin in with their depth, with their intelligence. They were a dark shade of royal purple, even darker than King Jaehaerys or Crown Prince Aerys. They gave her otherwise ethereal features a sense of foreboding. Her lips were quaint; her frame was petite; her skin was that of a doll; her hair was richly colored; but her eyes were fierce, discerning. Tywin thought, if the shade wasn’t so dark as to hide the wheels spinning inside her mind, he could watch her calculating her next move.
“Tytos,” her voice cut through the air, “was not the name I was told to look for, boy.” She spoke the Common Tongue with a thinly veiled accent that rolled each of her words into the next one, more like song than speech.
“I,” Tytos spluttered, “I don’t know the meaning of this. I am Lord Tytos Lannister of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West.”
“You are a lord?” The woman questioned in a doubtful tone, and when Tytos didn’t immediately respond she returned to the ladder and made to climb back up to her ship.
Tytos sat down beside Megga with a dramatic huff of air. No one else spoke as they watched the woman begin to climb, and Tywin grew frustrated with being so openly flouted. He had not wasted a day of productivity for this.
The guards with him paddled lazily at the water to keep the heir’s row boat from bumping into his father’s, but he was only a few feet further, well within earshot.
“My name is Ser Tywin Lannister, Heir to Casterly Rock.” Tywin carefully stood from his place and spoke with all the authority his father tried and failed to possess. “We were summoned here by the captain of this vessel, and we will speak to him immediately.”
The woman turned while he spoke and looked him over curiously, “Now that,” one of her eyebrows raised in amusement, “I actually believe.”
The still unnamed woman pressed two fingers to her lips and whistled to the men above, “Call for the Captain! They’re coming up!”
Tytos sent his eldest son an appreciative smile and helped Megga up onto the empty rope ladder first.
“No.”
A hand quickly whipped out and blocked Megga’s path up the side of the ship.
“What is this?” Tytos complained at being impeded yet again.
“Your men and the girls are welcome to come aboard, but her kind aren’t allowed on the ship. They cause too much dissent amongst the crew,” the woman sneered down at Megga from several rungs up the second ladder.
Megga was shocked, and even from his distance behind her, Tywin could see she was visibly enraged. “I beg your pardon; I am a guest of his Lord Tytos Lannister.”
“Guest or not, that does not change what you are.” The woman rolled her eyes at Megga’s attempts at defense.
“And what do you mean by that?” Tytos actually sounded as those he’d managed to work up some anger on behalf of his companion.
The woman didn’t even acknowledge Tytos spoke, she continued to address Megga directly, “Darling, you might fool weak Western lords, but I grew up in Lys. I know a whore when I see one.”
Tywin was conflicted. The sheer elation he felt watching Megga’s horror at being condescended to by someone other than himself was weighing against the utter embarrassment of being so openly called out on such indecency. As if Megga hadn’t damaged their reputation enough in the Westerlands or Westeros, now the world would know his shame.
“I-I will not be treated in this way,” Megga spoke utterly aghast.
With a swift kick to Megga’s right arm, the woman sent Tytos’s mistress tumbling back into the boat with a sharp cry of pain. A guard caught her while another steadied the boat against the hull of the ship to keep from capsizing, with Lawsen’s help.
“You will be treated as you are paid to be treated: cheaply, judging by the looks of you.” Purple eyes turned to Tywin, “Forgive me, but if you wish to return home by sundown we really should hurry this along. The whore stays in the boat. If your guards wish to come up, I can have a man wait with her.”
“Our guards will wait here.” The men being mostly in Lawsen’s employ, he answered the woman and settled the matter quickly.
“Good. Then follow me up.” The woman climbed up so quickly that when Tywin blinked she was already disappearing back at the top.
It was an ordeal to rotate the three boats close to the ladder so each of the Lannisters could climb up, but it was made worse by Megga’s constant moaning about her exclusion. “At least we won’t have to worry about being informally addressed,” Tygett commented to Tywin just loud enough for Megga to hear as the pair began to climb the two ladders.
Hooded figures bustled around the polished black deck of the ship, all resembling the woman who greeted them in their clothing. All black with not a color in sight, and every person was covered head to toe. The only distinction between each figure was their size. Making it obvious that, while most were men, there were clearly other women mixed in amongst the crew.
Tytos passed the time waiting for their group to assemble on the deck by trying to lecture the young woman who had allowed them up. His voice demanded very little and came out more as a whine that the woman blatantly ignored.
She was lounging, hood cast aside at her feet, on an ornately carved black staircase that led up to the bow of the ship. Her gaze paid far more attention to her ungloved fingers, which she was examining quite closely, than she paid to Tytos Lannister.
“Father,” Tywin called as he helped pull Ella over the side of the ship. “We have a meeting to attend to.”
The young woman hopped to her feet and pushed past Tytos without a second glance. “Yes, after me, all of you.”
She led them down a short set of stairs along the dingy hallway to the back of the ship and banged her fist on a wide door cut with the word captain.
“Enter,” came a voice from inside.
The door swung open, and Tywin, at the front of the group, got his first glimpse of the Captain who had assembled them.
The older man was a surprisingly slim physique, lacking any real breadth. His muscles were long and lean, just as his frame. His length forced his head to scrape the wooden beams above him, such that he had to duck down to fit in the space when he rose to his feet behind the desk.
Not a knight by any means, but still a war-worn man. His skin was beat to a deep tan by the sun, and scars littered the visible surface of his arms, scaring over in a rough texture that matched the thick callused skin of the hands holding him up on the desk. The man was not a merchant by any means; he was a sailor.
“Ashenna, these are our guests?” The captain finally put a name to the Valyrian woman’s face.
“Yes,” Ashenna gave a low nod, stepping out of the way to allow the entire traveling party to enter the room. “This is Ser Tywin Lannister.” She introduced Tywin to the Captain with a wave of her hand.
The Captain circled his desk and held out a hand to greet the younger knight, which the Lannister quickly accepted. “A pleasure, Ser Tywin. You are exactly the man we wished to speak to.”
Tywin’s gaze narrowed. “Then perhaps you could afford my Lord Father and I the pleasure of your name.”
“Of course,” The Captain turned to Lawsen, who quickly shook his head and directed a hand to Tytos. “It is an honor to be in the presence of the Lord of the Rock. I am Captain Tarik Rogare.”
Rogare. That was a name Tywin hadn’t heard since his days studying with his Maester.
“Where is that name familiar to me from?” Tytos clearly couldn’t recall his own lessons.
The Captain accepted the slight with relative ease. “The Rogare Bank, my Lord.” It was a name every Lord, especially one so rich in gold as the Lannisters, should know by heart. Still, the Captain briefly explained, “My family once ran the largest bank in the world, till untimely deaths saw to its collapse.”
“Oh yes!” It dawned on Tytos. “The Lysene Spring, how could I forget.”
Ashenna, as Tywin now knew the woman to be called, rolled her eyes and slid past the Lannister party towards a solid metal chest sitting in the corner of the room, the only piece of furniture in the room besides the Captain’s desk.
Captain Rogare stepped aside to let her past but continued speaking uninterrupted. “Much of our family still resides in Lys, but my brothers and I have made our names in Asshai. Our fleet controls the waters from the Jade Gate to the Saffron Straits and traverses from Bear Island to Ulthos to the Thousand Islands.”
“Quite an expanse of water,” Tygett commented idly.
“Indeed,” the Captain agreed with a small hint of pride. “Such dominance has afforded us many opportunities for trade and exploration, and of course,” Rogare turned to Ashenna with a wide smile, extending a hand to the chest in the corner, “adventure.”
Ashenna lifted the latch on the chest and hauled open its lid with some effort against the weight.
The Lannisters all seemed to hold their breath. The speculation was over. Whatever had brought Tarik Rogare to their shores and had assembled them in his quarters was to be revealed.
Ashenna pulled from the chest a long, thin wooden box. It was a beautifully made box, carved from what appeared to be driftwood but polished till it gleamed like the sea from whence it came.
Ashenna carried it like a child. Her steps towards the Captain’s desk were slow, deliberate, as if a single jostling of the contents in her arms would mark the end of her very existence. She cradled the box as she slowly lowered it to the empty surface and set it down with a heavy breath that was clearly relieved of no longer having such a responsibility.
The Captain joined Ashenna standing behind his desk and gestured for the eight Lannisters to come closer. Without much thought, the family crowded around the desk. A look of wonder gleamed in Tytos’ eyes that was mirrored in his Lannisport cousins.
Only Tywin seemed composed in the face of this mystery. He stood directly before the box looking on with the calculated disinterest of any born dealer. He was sure whatever was in the box Tytos would demand to have; he only hoped he could negotiate the deal. Captain Rogare could have demanded his right arm, and Tytos would have given it without even knowing what was inside.
“Our dear Ashenna,” Captain Rogare motioned to her, “brought this back to us from her travels. On her return to Asshai from Volantis, she came by way of the Gulf of Grief and, in avoiding a group of pirates, did as no man has done before. She navigated the Smoking Sea of the Doom of Valyria and survived to tell the tale.”
Tywin looked on the woman again in a new light. She couldn’t be older than himself, yet they claimed she was capable of a feat men could only lie and say they accomplished. She was either the greatest sailor on the seas or an utter charlatan.
“She found there, the wreckage of a ship against the side of a volcano, undisturbed even after three centuries; for she was the first to live long enough to see it.”
“And you have brought Valyrian treasure to us before the King?” Lawsen interrupted the story with a look of utter confusion.
Captain Rogare and Ashenna both smirked and shared a quick glance. They looked like the only two privy to a dark secret they were about to reveal before the world.
“The ship,” Rogare reached out and took a firm grip on the top of the wooden box, “was not Valyrian.”
Rogare removed the lid, and the room filled with a collective gasp.
It wasn’t the dragonglass the Lannisters had been expecting or the eggs Ella had been hoping to see. It wasn’t from the Shadow at all, or even from Essos for that matter.
It was a sword, and it was from Westeros. A sword from the Rock itself.
Tywin reached out a hand gently scooped the sheathed blade into his arms, marveling at a sight he had never hoped to see. The scabbard was a well worn leather he knew was not original to the thing, but there was no mistaking the sword for anything other than exactly what it was.
The hilt was a magnificently cast lion’s head, plated perfectly in a gold that remained untarnished even after so many years. It rested atop a beautifully carved crimson handle that led to a cross guard that swirled with design embossed in pure gold, meeting where the blade disappeared with a diamond of gold set inside a ruby frame.
With all the care he could manage, Tywin pulled out the blade, as much to wonder at its craftsmanship as to confirm its identity.
“You found it,” He murmured to himself, running his fingers over the flat edge of the fine Valyrian steel. “Brightroar.”
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can you do an imagine with Bill introducing mc to the rest of the weasley’s for the first time?
I put the MC in the same year as Bill for consistencies sake so just imagine she still has her OG friends, but they met when MC was in their third year instead of their first so Bill was her first friend.
Ik weird, but I thought that would work out better! There’s a little heated moments in the beginning of this one so just a fair warning!H/H = Hogwarts House
Bill Weasley was resting on his bed as his girlfriend and curse-breaking companion, (Y/N) (L/N) looked over the contents of her trunk, triple checking it for the fourth time. The pair was currently in their sixth year of Hogwarts and Bill finally asked her to come to meet the rest of his family since they had been dating for a year. Opening his eyes, he saw her staring intently at her bag, her hair neatly styled, eyeliner perfectly applied (after multiple tries), and a ruby red color decorating her lips. Bill admired the color, how it complimented her skin tone and how it must’ve taken her a while to get it perfectly applied, but his admiration suddenly turned into something else. He could only think about how much he wanted to mess up that perfect lipstick and how those velvet lips would feel against his skin. “Bill!” (Y/N) exclaimed as he pulled her against his body, “I have to finish~” She laughed attempting to put some of her shirts away, “I’m meeting the rest of your family and I at least want to look presentable” Bill tugged her away from her trunk and sat down on the bed, pulling her onto his lap, “You always look presentable” He muttered, pressing rough kisses against her shoulder and neck, “I have you to myself right now and that won’t be the case when we get to The Burrow” Bill uttered, pushing her cardigan off her shoulders. She had already met Charlie, one of Bill’s many younger siblings, and she had heard of the elusive Percy around the school, but never met him. It wasn’t unusual for Bill to speak about his siblings, but meeting them would be a whole nother story. “I like the color,” Bill muttered against her skin, “Shame I’m about to ruin it” He grinned and pulled her in for a kiss. (Y/N) gave into his kisses, adjusting herself so she was straddling his waist to push him down against the mattress. “My lipstick is what got you like this?” She asked softly, admiring the bits of red against his lips and the area around it, “You’re impossible, William” She teased, pressing chaste kisses down his jawline. A trail of ruby red marks began appearing against his skin and Bill sighed contentedly as he slid his large hands up her thighs, bringing a small bit of her skirt up along with them. Her hands moved to unbutton his shirt and she pressed her lips against his exposed chest. Bill gripped the back of her thighs and flipped her over so she was the one against the mattress, “You’re tempting me, (Y/N)” He muttered, trailing a finger from her jaw to the neat (H/H) tie around her neck. (Y/N) admired the marks of red she had left on her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers in his long disheveled hair, “You look indecent, Mr. Weasley” She teased and Bill could only laugh. He gripped her by the waist and leaned his lips close to her ear, “And who’s fault is that Miss (L/N)” He huffed against her ear, making her shudder, “You’re so beautiful,” He murmured, pulling her tie undone and throwing it to the side. Bill began to lean down to kiss her as he unbuttoned her blouse, hoping to get a bit further before they had to depart, “Who looks indecent now, hm?” He teased, admiring the smudged red across her lips and face. (Y/N) had no objection to his eagerness, her body replied to his touches as he hoped she would. He kissed her fervently, her back bending willingly against his body as he ran his hands all over it. Grabbing one of her legs, he wrapped it around his waist and she gave his lip a soft tug, making him groan. He had unbuttoned her shirt just enough to reveal the tops of her bra, but Bill was too busy kissing her to admire it. “William Arthur Weasley! We’re going to-!” A boy yelled, First Year Percy Weasley to be exact. The yelling startled Bill, rolling off (Y/N), he hit the wooden floor with a thud. Percy stood at the doorway with his mouth agape as his older brother sat up with a sheepish smile, “Hey, Perce” Percy’s eyes immediately landed on the red kiss marks that decorated his brother’s body and the girl scrambling to cover herself with the blanket their mother had knitted for her eldest son. “WE’RE ABOUT TO MISS THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS AND YOU’RE SNOGGING?!” Percy screamed in frustration,“I’m going to the station!” He announced with a huff and descended down the stairs. Not the best first impression.Charlie rushed up the stairs, trying to figure out what all the commotion was, but raised an eyebrow as his younger brother stomped down the stairs. Peering through the door, he noticed Bill on the ground with (Y/N) on his bed. Charlie placed a hand over his mouth to muffle a snicker, “Red’s a good look on you, William” Charlie joked and Bill glared at him, buttoning his shirt. “Piss off, Charlie” Bill muttered and Charlie headed back down the stairs, laughing at his own joke. Bill groaned, standing up from the floor and giving his girlfriend an apologetic smile, “Sorry, love” He said, pressing a kiss against her cheek. (Y/N) laughed, “It’s fine, but we better go get cleaned up,” She said as she buttoned her blouse back up, picking her cardigan and robe off the ground. “I think I might go like this” Bill stated nonchalantly, “It is a good color on me” He grinned and she squinted at him playfully, shaking her head and leading Bill straight to the bathroom.
The ride home wasn’t the most pleasant one. Charlie couldn’t stop laughing as Percy refused to look his brother and his girlfriend in the eye out of sheer embarrassment.
“Is Dad picking us up?” Bill asked, attempting to make conversation as he brushed his thumb against (Y/N)’s hand.
“Yes, William” Percy muttered, keeping his eyes on the moving scenery as Bill cleared his throat. Charlie bit his lip as he watched his brothers, attempting not to bust out in laughter.
Once they arrived, they were met by a car from the Ministry saying that Arthur was caught at work and the Minister sent a car to pick them up. Bill tapped his foot nervously and Percy continued to avoid their gazes, but before they arrived, Percy had glanced over at (Y/N), accidentally making eye contact with her.
Percy turned his head away with a light blush on his cheeks, once again out of embarrassment that he had caught them.
(Y/N) had reapplied her lipstick and was touching herself up to make sure she looked her best for Bill’s family.
“You don’t have to do that,” Charlie chimed in, “They’re going to like you just the way you are” He smiled, leaning up against the seat as their home came into sight.
Instead of finding their parents at the door, they noticed the two boys grinning at the car. Their arms were linked together as they smiled, attempting to resemble perfect angels.
Walking up to the car, the two red-headed nine-year-olds stretched out their hands in front of their guest, “I’m Fred Gideon Weasley” He greeted and his twin brother smiled, “I’m George Fabian Weasley!” The other one exclaimed as they took (Y/N)’s hands.
“We’re happy to have you here!” They said simultaneously, handing the girl two flowers as welcome.
“Thank you!” She grinned, taking a moment to smell the flowers. (Y/N) turned to face Bill, “I thought you said they were menaces! They seem sweet” (Y/N) whispered, admiring the flowers. But when Bill looked over her shoulder, he noticed the twins sticking their tongues out at him before returning to their smiles.
“Boys!” Molly Weasley called from the window, she gave a wide smile seeing her family outside, “Don’t linger come on in!” She called as the group began to bring their trunks inside.
The light summer’s breeze cooled down the Weasley home, but there wasn’t anything chilling going on inside the house.
“Give it!” Ginny yelled as her older brother held a toy above his head, “Give it, Wron!” She cried as she attempted to snatch the toy back.
“It’s mine!” Ron yelled, pushing his six-year-old sister away as he tried to keep the toy away, “Get your own!” The seven-year-old yelled and Bill finally snatched the toy away from his tiny siblings.
“You’re both going to be in a time out if you don’t stop arguing” Bill scolded and the two siblings pouted, crossing their arms.
“My darling boys!” Molly smiled, grabbing each of them and pressing kisses against their cheeks, “You must be (Y/N), Billy’s mentioned so much about you” She smiled and Bill blushed
“Mum, the nickname?” Bill scratched his head as Ginny and Ron giggled, snatching the toy away from Bill’s hand.
“I’m Ginny!” She exclaimed, waving at (Y/N), “I’m, uh” She looked down at her fingers, counting to make sure, “Six! You’re pretty!” Ginny smiled, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand with a smile.
Ron squinted at Ginny, “I was going to tell her that!” He exclaimed, grabbing (Y/N)’s other hand, “You’re very pretty! Bill has a picture of you!” Ron smiled.
“You mean this picture?” Fred grinned, holding a framed picture of (Y/N) in her fifth year.
“You still have this?” She asked, walking over to examine the picture. It was during the winter and she wore her (H/H) scarf as she sat on the fountain of the Clocktower Courtyard with snow covering the ground. Ben had brought his new muggle camera to school that year and they had fun with it, taking group pictures and candid shots around the school.
Bill had taken that picture of her as she laughed, attempting to catch snowflakes in her hands. Bill blushed and attempted to snatch the picture away, “Yeah, I don’t know why they brought it out though” Bill uttered, glaring at his two smiling twin brothers.
“Afternoon, Weasleys!” Arthur exclaimed as he finally arrived home for work, “My branch at the ministry had a ton of work today, but all’s well!” Ron and Ginny ran up to their father, jumping up and down, greeting him happily.
Mr. Weasley picked up Ginny and pressed a kiss against her head then did the same for Ron, “Fred, George, are you behaving?” He asked teasingly and the two boys gave a nod
“Of course, father” They replied with grins on their faces as Mr. Weasley ruffled their hair.
“My boys back from school!” Arthur exclaimed, pulling in his three eldest sons for a hug, “So good to have the family together again” He laughed as he ruffled all their hairs.
Charlie laughed as Percy attempted to fix his hair and Bill turned to grab (Y/N)’s hand, “Dad, this is (Y/N) (L/N), the girl I told you about” Bill smiled and (Y/N) gave a shy wave.
Arthur smiled, grabbing her hand and giving it a firm shake, “You’re the famous Hogwarts curse-breaker” Arthur said, “Let me tell you, my dear William is over the moon about you! Even has a picture of you framed!”
(Y/N) laughed as Bill attempted to hide the picture, “Yes, the twins showed it to me just minutes ago” She replied and Arthur beamed “Anyone that gets along with my family is automatically welcome in our home!” He added on, “You make Bill happy so I’m happy!”
Molly Weasley smiled, giving her husband a hug, “I’ve fixed dinner, let’s get eating everyone!” Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, urging her family into the dinning area.
Bill grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, holding her back for a moment, “I hope this is okay, I know it might be a lot” Bill muttered, pressing a kiss against her forehead.
“Bill, this is amazing,” (Y/N) smiled, placing her hand on his cheek and trailing her thumb over it, “Your family is wonderful”
Bill smiled and pressed a kiss against her red lips, “I’m glad you think so” He muttered.
(Y/N) laughed as she saw the red mark around his mouth, “You’re right" (Y/N) said.
“Red is a good color on you”
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